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collectivecloseness · 1 year

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Can you do Steve x Eddie x Robin x reader relationship hc, please 🙏🏽

I love your writing also, you’re very talented💕

Tysm! And yes I love these three together!!!

Those three are best friends, and platonic soulmates, and when they meet you, boy does everything change.

You have such a stable relationship with these three. It’s very healthy, and you all also share very amicably. It’s just a house full of love, a real family, something you all needed.

Those three are all very loving, and all they can hope for is your love back. It’s really all they need. And they’re very grateful that it’s something they get every day.

You all live in Steve’s house together. And even though there’s plenty of rooms, lots of personal space, most nights, you four all fall asleep in a massive bed together. Every bedroom has a bed big enough for all four of you. But realistically it could be for three, even with Robin’s star fishing, and Eddie’s habit of stealing the blankets, you all sleep very close with each other anyways. Not only do you all feel safer that way, but it’s just become routine for you all now, in your loving home. For everyone to cuddle up together at night. Even though nightmares have decreased since, it also makes it easier for you all to be there when someone does have a nightmare, or be able to tell one if your love’s is, and soothe them in sleep until they’re peacefully snoring again.

The three all have their own relationships with each other, as well as you, and altogether, and bounce off of each other in different ways.

Robin and Steve have their own close friendship, it really was just like the universe created them to be best friends. Which also means they’re comfortable enough to live in a home together and be themselves. Which includes Robin jumping over the back of the sofa and killing Steve’s knees when she lands, to say hello to you both. And Steve lifting Robin over his shoulder to lock her out of his bedroom because he was just suaving you up in his charmingly dorky way. And the two bickering over who gets you have your chest in their mouth first, until six minutes later when you just shove both their heads towards your chest, so their mouths can do something else while you freeze half naked.

But they are very close, and love that they live together now. Having their best friend who they trust and can be themselves with so completely, but is also such a light in their life and someone they love spending every evening having fun with, makes Robin and Steve the happiest they’ve ever been. As well as all four of you. Everyone’s so close, and you’ll walk into a room to see any mixture of them hugging on the couch. Sometimes Robin and Steve are so squished into a corner of the sofa together, since personal space just isn’t really a thing with them, so you’ll go and just sit on top of their mess of limbs, just to add to the pile. Sometimes something happens, and Robin or Steve might go to each other first, for any multitude of reasons, and cry to their best friend in the entire world and the one underneath them, and get that comfort they never got till they knew each other, or you and Eddie.

Their friendship only strengthens being with you two, and they didn’t even know that could be possible. Now, they just can never be separated. They really are like shelter animals that bond as a pair. You’ll hardly ever see one without the other for long, and while they can have their own personal time, and aren’t unhealthily codependent, they’ll miss their best friend :(

And they both conspire against Eddie in only funny ways, which Eddie always gets them back for, even with being up against the dynamic duo. They mostly create mischief directed at Eddie, since he seems to think he’s the king of that here. Or they work together to surprise you. They’ll even work together against Eddie, with a secret fistbump hand shake as they agree on their plans.

Steve once sat his full weight on Eddie, who only smiled surprised at the fact, but then Robin gets to sit on your lap and fully make out with you, as as much as Eddie scrambles, Steve made himself firm the second he sat, smirking as Eddie whacks at him “man, get off!” while Robin steals you away. Once you two got upstairs, Robin and Steve sharing a thumbs up while you giggled at them, and apologetically at poor Eddie, Steve responded with a ‘calming’ pat to Eddie “Nah man, I think Robin’s the one ‘getting them off’.” To which he got more grunts of ‘shut up!’ and ‘lemme go asshat!’ off of his dear beloved life partner.

Or Robin distracts Eddie with a good chat for Steve. Maybe about music, or giving Eddie a treat, beckoning Eddie from a corner and asking if he wants some ice cream from the extra garage freezer, making Eddie feel like the sneaky one, or asking him about one of his hyperfixations, knowing Eddie’s going into a thirty minute rant about the new dnd guide, and she genuinely keeps up the conversation as Eddie excitedly goes on, or she even distracts him with something shiny. And then Eddie can hear Steve’s car leaving and he knows what’s up, or he can hear the groans and squeaking two whole floors above the garage, and he knows he’s been bamboozled! All three respect each other’s grind though.

One time got Eddie not enjoying being on the receiving end of their plans, as they told Eddie you only had two of most things, a hand to hold, a leg to sit on, an ear to nibble on, while they were doing all of that, and teasingly shooing Eddie off. Eddie didn’t exactly tantrum when he was subby, but that night was quite different; and also backfired on the pair since they had to apologise and soothe Eddie, while you spent much more attention on him. Still, they deserved it. And Eddie left to get your favourite breakfast early the next morning, meaning the two could pick off their scheme where it started, and wake you up by continuing.

They still work at family video together as well, so normally they come home together, and both will have picked little treats for you, and Eddie, from the shops, or come back with take out they’d both decided on. They love getting the same shifts, and Steve likes organising the schedule for the household, making it easier to plan date nights if Eddie picks you up and then gets Steve and Robin from the same place. Or all making sure to get the next Sunday off, to go drive a few hours down to the beach together.

You didn’t say if Eddie and Steve were platonic or romantic in this poly, so I’ve tried to keep it open to interpretation if that’s okay! But they get along great in this poly too. Sometimes Eddie will come and squeeze your waist romantically, swaying with you as he comes to kiss your neck. But Steve was already flirting with you, so he just gives Eddie a “Hey!” To which Eddie apologises, before smacking Steve’s ass so he doesn’t feel left out. Eddie doesn’t even have to be interrupting you and Steve for him to sneak in and smack his lips on Steve’s cheek before running off using Steve’s car he’s not insured for, again, probably taking you for a quick trip with him.

Eddie also gives Stevie a whistle whenever the shirt comes off. Whether it’s with you in the bedroom, Steve cleaning up his pool for you four to use, or even Steve just existing in a room in his house, and Eddie’s only just noticed. Eddie will also lightly ‘prank’ Steve, but sometimes these pranks are actually rises to distract him from what Eddie’s really doing, which is usually stealing you away, but Steve is always so busy with Eddie’s initial trouble, so watch out.

Eddie and Steve are constantly teasing each other, but it’s never gone too far, they’re always pushing each other’s shoulders and smiling each and every time. Sometimes Steve goes into mom mode untangling Eddie, and his actions, but they both know it doesn’t mean they love the other any less.

And Steve and Eddie look out for you and Robin, like you all do for each other of course. No one walks home alone at night, not one of you. But one of your favourite sights of the three of them was Steve teaching Eddie his example, as Robin was so excited, and both men flexing their arms so they could swing Robin between themselves. It was such an endearingly funny moment, just some innocent fun, with no one around to judge, or ever say anything any of you think of is weird, or not mature or cool, or do anything to destroy the freedoms of being yourselves, not in your new home.

Steve has learnt how to carry two people, on a shoulder each, to sort his family out. So on nights you guys have been drinking, and either Steve decides you’ll find it more fun to be lifted since you can’t walk great, or you’ve excitedly asked Steve to do so (and maybe Eddie has joined your begging too) Steve’s found it’s easier to throw both you and Eddie over a shoulder each, and call for Robin, because she’s the most likely to follow right behind Steve at seeing you two being pulled upstairs.

Steve really loves his family too. He’s always going out of his way to make sure the relationship’s great, to keep everyone happy. He’s already got three holidays planned, that you guys have all scoured ideas over together, spending countless nights picking out places that look amazing, and deciding what seasons work best for which location. He’s always coming home thinking about you guys, as well as everyone else he cares about, but bringing home stuff to show he was thinking about you all day, and he loves you all, as well as expressing it vocally which he’s so good at now. Hugging you all and feeling so relieved back at home, with you all in his arms, and smiling so happily back. In such a great relationship.

And yeah I have a whole post about Robin and Eddie x reader, but also you three all work so hard to make sure Steve isn’t working too hard. He needs his family to help remind him of that sometimes. And you three all look after him, just as much as he does everyone else. Sometimes it does take all three of you, someone to keep Steve sat in bed, someone to do the chores like cleaning and getting lunch (or if Steve’s sick and trying to move, getting him medicine as well), and someone to make sure Steve’s errands for the day so he doenst feel like he’s disappointed anyone or ruined his responsibilities, like driving the kids somewhere, is all taken care of. Taken care of like you three do with Steve. Who knows that because all three of you are set on his tasks, tasks just Steve was planning on handling alone, he can try and relax, and let himself be himself. Let himself be comforted by his family.

Eddie and Robin also plan things without Steve’s knowledge too, but all four of you do that occasionally. They can be a mischievous pair, not held down by Steve’s thinking things through. They have stolen you from him before, although usually for less time, since being the only one left behind isn’t something any of your lovers do to anyone, for long at all, just in case. Unless they think Steve needs to be taught a lesson, by them having their fun ways.

One time though, Steve wanted everyone to do a full day of spring cleaning, together as a house. Something the whole week you, Eddie, and Robin had promised Steve you would not be doing, so don’t even ask. Steve meant for the entire day to be taken up by household chores. The house wasn’t even in complete disarray, but Steve had clapped his hands and suggested you all could get to work on some projects in the house not done yet, like painting the fence. Eddie had grabbed yours and Robin’s hands on the morning of, smiling with his tongue out at Steve, promising he’d come back with ice cream for King Harrington too, and maybe once he’d gotten that stick out his ass and decided to join them for fun, and at least compromise on just cleaning for a little while today, DIY tomorrow or something, Eddie could also steal Steve away for some fun, altogether as a family.

Although you had begged Eddie to drive back only half an hour later, instead of eating your ice cream in the parlour, because you just felt like something was wrong, and when you got back to Steve doing all the tasks alone, the entire living room looking already fully finished, carrying really heavy objects around the house, and you swore you heard him sniffling, your faces all dropped. And the ice cream was put in the freezer, while Robin tentatively made sure Steve wasn’t in a bad mood with any of you and wouldn’t shout, so you could leap forward and bring Steve onto your lap, for some apology cuddles, that he’d be getting from everybody. There never were really any serious arguments. Just teasing bickering, and then talks that needed to be had!

Also, with Robin, they’ll leave you and Robin alone if the bedroom’s a rockin’, although they have been known to interrupt for the bit. Eddie making large scary sounds behind the door, with a satisfied smirk when you both scream, or Steve banging on the door when he knows you two have finished to suggest you two kids better not be shaming God’s eyes in his own home. Occasionally, when you and Robin have been really quiet for a while, one will stretch their arm in, very obviously hiding their eyes under their hands so they are blind to any sins (just in case someone’s naked and doesn’t want to be seen right then) to hand you both water bottles, and make sure no one’s dead in there, since it sounded like an earthquake about twenty minutes ago and it’s been radio silence since.

But that doesn’t mean Steve Eddie and Robin aren’t always separated in the bedroom when it comes to you. They just know sometimes people want time alone together! Steve and Eddie will do the same for the other, and Robin for them. Those three happily share you together. Obviously Steve and Eddie don’t do anything with Robin specifically, you guys all know each other’s okay’s and no thank you’s very well! But all four of you in the bedroom together, or any mixture, e.g. you Steve and Robin, you Steve and Eddie, you Robin and Eddie, happens too!

And oh... all three of them love working on you together. Having sessions all devoted to you, or rather, where all three fully devote themselves to you. The three all worshipping you... or playing with you. You being their good little girl/sub, under the three of them, who are working together on you, makes them all glow. They love how overwhelmed with love you look. Not sure where to look sometimes. Just looking up at them, so doe eyed, so beautiful, so awed. Knowing all three of your partners are working on you because they love you. And your eyes constantly moving around because someone else is doing something amazing to another part of your body and it’s so much. Those are some of their favourite times in the bedroom with you.

#I’m sorry this took a little while I have been FOAMING to finish this since I got the bug on my acct #jumped over as soon as it was fixed! ty for this!#pls give me more ideas about these three! any little things you think of for this dynamic id love to talk more abt em! <3 #stranger things #Steve Harrington/reader #Eddie Munson/reader #Robin Buckley/reader #Steve/Eddie/Robin/reader #platonic stobin/reader #steddie/reader #Steve Eddie Robin and reader poly #ask #anon #eddie munson #Steve Harrington #Robin Buckley #platonic stobin

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moondirti · 1 year

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pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader rating: mature word count: 2.2k summary: a game of cat and mouse warnings: enemies to lovers, canon typical violence, guns, death, blood, angst, no use of y/n (reader is referred to as ‘wraith’) notes: remember when i said part 2 would take a while? i lied. the next chapter is fun as all hell so i wanted to churn this one out as build up. teehee i hope yall like it regardless

He let you go.

No matter how Miguel tries to vindicate it, he rounds back to the same conclusion. You weren’t subtle, regardless of what you’d have yourself believe; he’d seen the calculations glaze over your eyes the instant he pinned you to the wall. He knew what was coming, how your heavy breathing was a cover for the clicks of his watch – of which he heard regardless – and your squirming a diversion from the movement of your busy fingers. He had a goddamn plan too, a fail safe in case you decided to attack instead of listening to reason.

(One he’d settled on for the duration of your lost consciousness, for knowledge that you would.)

So, there is no dismissing it. You’re obnoxious and lack precision, and he could have had you halfway back home by now, which isn’t the case – because he let you go.

The frigid air of his office thrums with irritation, weighing down on his shoulders until they collapse inwards, his hands coming up to rub the weariness off his expression. HQ has been unsettlingly quiet as of late – occupied by only a fraction of its regular population – and the peace worries him. History betrays its status as the precursor to havoc; lulls in the past have fooled him into believing his mission was drawing to a close, only for another anomaly, another mess, to spin that naivety on its head.

You were one such instance. A year ago, you’d popped up on an Earth that wasn’t your own, and didn’t leave until you’d drawn all that you could from it. It’s an empty husk now, lacking land to propagate its agriculture. Thousands – millions – dead, from the flap of a butterfly’s wings.

Parasite. A fucking parasite who just won’t quit.

The mantra surges through him, festering from the base of his gut to the cap of his tongue. It bursts out with a roar right then, the sudden violence finding monitors thrown across the room, smashed to bits of orange light and static. It does nothing to sate him, though, the heady anger filtering out like molasses. His back hunches as he draws in thin breaths. He doesn’t count, nor does he attempt to. Instead, he looks for his only real decompressor.

The video of Gabriella flickers at him from a distant floor, the transparent tablet wrecked with four distinct claw marks. He exhales, pulling it back to the platform with an extended web.

“Boss,”

His mija smiles toothily down at his digital self, winding her small palms in his hair for balance as he carries her. He recalls helping with hers, tying it back into shabby ponytails the mornings before a big game. How she wouldn’t let anyone fix it afterwards, not until her elastic slipped off the ends and her bangs hindered her playing. And she’d run to him, whenever, to get it fixed again.

“Boss.”

Her jokes resonate still, echoing laughter from when she’d poke fun at how bad he’d gotten at it, amused by the sudden decline in ability. To Miguel, it was one more reminder that the life he led wasn’t his own.

“Oh Miguel!”

So much for calming down.

“Lyla.” He looks up at the virtual assistant, her corporeal character a little fuzzy around the edges. She chooses to ignore his dissociative episode, rather projecting a map of the arachno-humanoid poly-multiverse, a point off centre highlighted in red. His heart skips. Placing the tablet down on his desk, he takes a step closer to survey the pin.

“Managed to track the Wraith down using the day pass you’d given her. Currently stationed on Earth-15, no signs of jumping anytime soon.”

Parasitic, and stupid enough to forgo destroying a potential tracking device.

Lyla snickers, seemingly able to read the sneer pulling at his cheeks.

“Seems like she’s afraid of glitching more so than she is you, Boss.”

His glare snaps to meet her heart shaped sunglasses.

“Funny.” His assistant shrugs at his admonishment. “Pull up the anomaly cam.”

A second later, your figure blinks into sight.

You’re crouched atop a tiled floor, the grout darkened to near-black with grime. In front of you lies a sparse spread of medical supplies; gauze, scissors, and miniature packets of disinfectant wipes. Miguel can’t help but wonder what you think you’re doing, treating your wounds in a bathroom as unsanitary as the one that cramps you. Graffiti littered walls, nests of used paper towels in every corner. You spring up to wash your hands after undoing the old bandages that hugged your forearm, but all that comes out is an inconsistent splutter of grey water.

His chest twinges, a tug of intrinsic sympathy playing against him. It worsens at the sight of your injury, the consequences of his talons’ assault on you, the puncture points brimming yellow and blackening closer to their middles. He can’t tell whether it’s gotten any better, whether you were good and had it treated by a professional, or made the common mistake of relying too much on your enhanced healing.

“Gave her a harsh gig there. You always that rough?”

“When I need to be.” Miguel murmurs, skimming over the conspicuous innuendo.

“Right. Until it comes to finishing the job, that is.” And, despite the offence taken to Lyla’s jest, he can hardly disagree. Newfound resolve hardens within him, sympathy fleeting at its failure to deter him.

“Set coordinates for Earth-15.” He rumbles, gesturing to his wrist as he walks away. The assistant does as she’s told, shrinking back to an icon on his watch. While waiting for the portal to configure, Miguel cocks his head, taking one last look at your oblivious form.

“I won't let her get away this time.”

“Put the money in the fucking bag or she gets it!”

Of all the spider-people you’ve met, you don’t believe any have been the hostage in an armed robbery situation. You imagine that they’d come in at the last minute, valiantly swinging through the window, accentuating their arrival in a shower of shattered glass. They’d demand the money be remitted, and all’s well that ends well. But – of course – there’s got to be a first for everything; your record just so happens to be the lamest of the bunch.

The masked man presses the gun further into your temple, bursting capillaries until the spot starts to ache with a raw tenderness. His body wraps around you, other arm waving wildly outwards, extending a plastic bag to the poor soul behind the register. You take a great gulp of air, staring at the buzzing fluorescents above, and pray.

Lord, now would be a really good time to phase out.

“P-Please, leave her be.” The owner throws a potful of crumpled fives into the bag, as if to punctuate her plea. The man is dismissive in face, urging her for more, shaking the receptacle with comedic insistence. You purse your lips, blinking up at the ceiling once more.

Or make this more exciting, at the very least.

“And you!” You’re jolted out of being a passive observer, rattled when the man diverts his attention to you. His gun thrusts harder against your forming bruise, adding to the list of damages sustained in the past week alone. You peer at him from the corner of your eye. His roll incredulously, pointing to the bill in your grip. “The twenty!”

“Is that a real gun?”

“Wha– Of course it’s a real fucking gun! Put the money–”

“In the bag. I know.”

His hold on you slackens, expectant. By contrast, you ball your fist and punch him square in the nose. The hit sends him reeling farther than it should for the amount of space you had in winding back, the feat prompting a deluge of pride to wash over you. It’s bolstered when he drops the spoils in the process, toppling into a rack of chips and cup noodles that consequently cushion his fall.

Your first save.

Filled with bravado, you snatch and pass over the bag to the cashier.

“Here you go, ma’am.”

But she doesn’t look at you. Rather, her stare remains trained on the man you’d just disabled. Nerves maturating, you join her line of vision, only to be met with the barrel end of his weapon. You catch the vicious conclusion in the way his hand trembles, veins protruding from the pale skin, supplying courage to the finger hovering right over the trigger. You process it all, aware of the ways it can end, at how fast it can sour.

Before you can so much as act on it, he shoots.

Your skin prickles.

You’ve heard stories of people who don’t realise when a bullet strikes them. Their bodies take time to catch up to the pain, cells stuck in paralytic shock, stimulus signals held somewhere between the existential and a will to delay the inevitable. You think you understand what they mean, your mind dragging in a rare bout of silence. Things slow, for a perennial moment, and you wonder how fast the blood loss will kill you.

You can do nothing but follow the man, who scrambles to a stand, letting him take the money – with whatever else – and watching as he runs out onto the street.

And even still, the pain hasn’t caught up to you.

Looking down, the case starts piecing itself together. No blood sticks to your shirt, the fabric still as pristine as it had been upon purchase. You check your arms, then your legs, then reach up to smooth over your head. Nothing. You’re okay.

The relief is short-lived when the morbid sound of gurgling meets your ears. Slowly, you turn, bracing for what you knew you’d find.

The scene unfolds with a distressing intensity as crimson liquid blooms from the cashier’s throat. The torrent is never-ending, every gush of ichor bringing forth a new momentum, splattering its macabre scene over the register. Her eyes gloss over with an unshed panel of tears, and she looks to you for help.

She looks to you.

(You don’t admit it to yourself, but it’s the novelty of that fact that pushes you into action.)

With a swift leap over the counter, you intercept her mid-fall, carefully cradling her weight as you guide her down to the ground. Scanning your surroundings, you search for a means to call for help. A rotary phone catches your recognition, situated a ways off by the back exit. Despite the inconvenient placement, it stands as your sole option at this stage.

In a split second decision, you sling your backpack off, hastily rummaging through its contents. You find solace in your hoodie, gathering its folds to tightly bunch it up, converting it into a makeshift compress. Knowing she lacks the strength to apply pressure to the wound, you move to wrap it around her neck, hopeful that it’s tight enough to stem the bleeding while leaving enough room for air.

Urgency fuelling your every step, you leave her side for a fleeting moment, dashing over to call an ambulance. Your medical knowledge only extends so far, and some selfish part of you itches to pass on the responsibility to someone more competent. It’s an impulse that derives from an innate acceptance, that resoundingly insightful voice in your head telling you it's too late. That she’s already dead, had been from the moment the bullet – that was meant for you – missed.

Perhaps your help isn’t really helpful at all, then. Perhaps it’s your attempt to wash your hands of the sin. You think back to the grey water in the bathroom, how exasperated you had been at your inability to stay clean.

(You don’t think you’ll ever rid yourself of this.)

“911, what’s your emergency?” The question crackles through the receiver.

The bell by the entrance jingles, the chime accompanied by heavy footsteps. You press yourself against the wall, the concept of the robber returning filling you with such dread that you feel your stomach tighten and congeal. It’s a heavy lump, icy cold and slippery, and it seems to weigh a hundred pounds.

“Hello?” The operator says.

But if it was the man, then he'd have to have changed into a navy and red suit. Somehow, your terror worsens.

“Hijo de la chingada…” The whisper is barely legible, but the deep baritone is discernible enough to validate the assumption pulled from your brief glimpse. You’d recognise him anywhere.

Shrinking in on yourself, you cup your palm over your mouth. “Hello,”

“Ma’am? Can you describe your emergency?”

“There was an armed robbery at the convenience off sixth and Third. Someone’s hurt.” You hardly register the words as they escape you, eyeing Miguel when he crouches over the lady. You’re propelled back to the conclusion of your last meeting; how his claws tore into you, how his persistence didn't falter until you pressed yourself onto him.

That kiss.

He runs a finger over your hoodie-turned-compress, wavering, like he can’t quite place where he’d seen it before.

Or, maybe he can, for he spins to meet your wide-eyed stare.

You drop the phone, bolting out the back door, charged on a paroxysm of adrenaline and pure, unadulterated panic.

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delcakoo · 1 year

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txt’s reaction to you being asked out ⋆˚｡⋆↯˚

requested <3

PAIRING ! txt x f!reader

WC ! 4k

GENRE ! fluff, crack

WARNINGS ! jealousy, slight insecurities, strangers asking u out

a/n: the readmore cut actually worked for once a tear rolled down my leg . ty for the req nonie hope u enjoy !

// CHOI SOOBIN !

DISPLEASED. EXTREMELY DISPLEASED AND ON HIGH ALERT !!

soobs doesn’t find himself getting jealous often

he trusts you more than anyone in the world and basks in the knowledge that you’re just as whipped for him as he is for you,,,

something super big would have to happen for him to genuinely get upset

and so when he does..

oh boy

good luck dealing with a clingy sulky baby :(

everything was going SO well today too

soobin was very proud of himself for organising the beach date you were visibly enjoying to the fullest <3

you’d spent all day making a giant sandcastle, playing around in the water, having an intense game of volleyball that soobin complEtely dominated and it’s not because he’s good. he’s just ridiculously tall and barely needed to jump

and of course !! getting ice cream !!! the highlight of a very hot day

you were both still dripping saltwater, but soobin put on a t-shirt over his swim trunks while you decided to stay in your bathing suit due to the fear of getting your clothes soaked too

while you waited in line for the ice cream truck, your boyfriend was busy trying to fix his hair when you feel someone poke your shoulder

of course you turn around to investigate,,

just to see some random guy around your age holding his phone opened to a new contact, a confident smile on his face as he continuously glances you up and down

bro wasn’t even trying to be subtle with the staring >:[

“hey, so i was just wondering if i could get your number, i think you’re gorgeous.”

THE SPEED IN WHICH SOOBIN TURNED AROUND

he doesn’t even say anything, just completely awestruck that this asshat couldn’t see him right there?!?

yeah, okay maybe u could pass as friends since he wasn’t much for pda, but too bad!!

he should’ve known and now soobin has the biggest pout on his face as he stares daggers at the man, waiting for you to deal with the situation yourself unless the time comes for him to step in

you just blink in surprise, “oh, me? thanks, but i’m here with my boyfriend.”

finally, he follows your finger to meet soobin’s eyes, gulping at the way he has his arms crossed and face sporting a please-dont-actually-try-to-fight-me-but-i-hate-you glare

personally you think he looks like a cute angry fluffball

but clearly the guy is slightly intimidated — perhaps by his height and built biceps — judging by how frantically he shoves his phone back in his pocket

“oh, my bad. sorry bro,” he apologizes, jogging off before he could embarrass himself further

as soon as he’s far enough, soobin starts murmuring under his breath, wrapping a big arm around your shoulder

sulky soob activated T-T

expect him to be extra clingy and show lots of affection in public for the rest of the day regardless if he’s feeling better or not about the situation

which is SO not like him

the grip he has on your waist even makes yOu nervous

“m’ not your bro. who does he think he is? seriously. looking at you like a piece of meat, i’ll- i’ll punch him!”

you snicker knowing damn well your boyfriend wouldn’t even hurt a fly

amused, you watch as he begins tapping his foot, clearly thinking way too deep into the situation, “couldn’t even ask if you had a boyfriend first! do i not look boyfriend-y enough?” his heart shaped lips form a frown, showing off his dimples unintentionally

“love, you’re the most boyfriend-y guy here, okay? did you forget how that guy nearly shit his pants when he saw you?”

a childish grin sports soobin’s cheeks at that, pride flowing through him and making you chuckle in return

“now c’mon big baby, what flavor are you getting?”

yeah you’ve made him feel a bit better about it

but don’t expect him to be anything but attached to your hip all day <\3

even when you go to the washroom he’s standing outside the door like a guard dog

constantly on the lookout as if that guy is plotting to randomly show up and steal you away !! he has to be sure :( !!

when you tease him though,, he of course gets all defensive

“ay, you wouldn’t be laughing if it was some girl trying to ask me out! you don’t understand.”

when you tell him that he’s right and that you’d be pissed too, he feels a bit better n’ goes back to having only a sliGht pout

but pssst secret

some cuddles and kisses when you get back home should fix him right up <3 !!

// CHOI YEONJUN !

the most atrocious yet blank stare imaginable

he wouldn’t even process what’d happened for a few seconds like

huh 🧌 that’s. that’s my girlfriend what do u mean. doesn’t everybody know she’s mine what no how could this happen plea

at the same time junie isn’t really a fan of confrontation and y’know

calling someone out

but in this situation IF he isn’t busy being the real life version of the standing man emoji HE WILL SPEAK UP !!

when something like this actually happened, it was originally a very chill day for you and jun <3

he invited you to come grocery shopping with him for the dorm

and man oh man he looks so boyfriend with that plain white tee and half his hair in a lil’ ponytail T-T

you tried not to ogle him the whole time

but clearly you weren’t doing well considering he already caught you staring twice …

“yah, cutie,” yeonjun barks with a teasing look on his face, “stop drooling and go get soobin’s bread. i’ll be in the ramen aisle.”

you roll your eyes but listen anyway, making your way two aisles over to find the bread section containing a man who’s carefully glancing at his phone, then back at the display with a lost expression

as you get closer you quickly realise he’s having trouble finding the bread on his list, so of course you decide to help him out like a good citizen

“is this the one you need?”

the man whips his head up at your voice, a grateful smile on his face as he nods and acceps the loaf carefully

“yeah, thanks. you’d think being so tall i could find things easily but..” shyly, he looks away, ruffling his bangs habitually

you chuckle while grabbing a loaf of soobin’s favorite bread, feeling the guy watch closely from beside you

“i uh, actually recently moved here and i was thinking,” he swallows, “would you want to help me find a good place to eat? on me, of course.”

you blink

was he asking you as a friendly gesture of thanks or as a date

you honestly couldn’t tell

“well i’ll have to ask my boyfriend, he’d probably wanna know the details and stuff. or maybe he could come with us?”

“oh, that isn’t really—“

just as he opens his mouth to reply, a familiar pale arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into a sturdy chest

“hey princess,” yeonjun aggressively pecks the top of your head, a gesture that has your stomach swooning, “who’s this?”

obliviously, you smile, “oh, we just met here and he was going to take me to—“

since you were in front of him, you didn’t get to see yeonjun’s cold stare that caused the man to quickly put his free hand up in surrender

“oh, no no, nevermind that! sorry— uh, thank you again.” he barely even finished his sentence before turning around and storming off, ears bright red

you begin to question why he was suddenly rushing, but you’re snapped out of it by none other than your boyfriend swivelling you around to face him

yeonjun just stares at you for a moment

looking carefully at your features before cupping your face and leaning down for a kiss

his lips were always so plush n’ soft and you desperately wanted to keep feeling them but

it couldn’t be too long as you were still in a grocery store after all

but even once you pull away yeonjun grabs your hand tightly

“i leave for five minutes and other guys are already hovering around you like flies,” he complains, duck lips turning down cutely

“now you know what it’s like,” you snort, rubbing his knuckles with your fingers laced through his. “you know i’m only yours, ignore them.”

he looks down at you, a fond yet playful gaze in his pretty eyes

“oh really? what are you? i think i forgot, say it again~”

“yours, dumbass,” you can’t help but smile at his antics ^^

“that’s right, mine. mine. all mine.” with each word, yeonjun gives your head another loving smooch <3

// CHOI BEOMGYU !

now this one ..

hate to break it to you but gyu may start laughing and mocking the guy as soon as he’s gone

he finds you rejecting other men hilarious, especially watching the way their face falls in defeat :)

butttt sometimes he gets a little irked out,, especially when the guy has pretty much anything better than him whether it be height or just neater hair

n’ even though you reject those kinds of guys just as quickly as any other, his insecurities tend to eat away at him

so make sure to reassure your boy !!

you and beomgyu decided to bus downtown for a day at the cat cafe that recently opened

things were going better than expected considering going on a weekday apparently meant not many other customers would be around ^^

plus the amount of lockscreen-worthy photos you got of gyu with kittens was astronomical HOW WERE YOU GONNA CHOOSE!!

out of the corner of your eye though, you couldn’t help but fidget at the feeling of the employee staring daggers at you

and at first you worried you were doing something wrong, but all you’ve been doing thus far is play with a grey kitten, laugh at gyu, and take a million pictures

“this one really likes me. i think we should take him home,” beomgyu declares, holding up a small white kitten to demonstrate

but when you don’t reply, he sends you a concerned gaze, “you okay?”

“yeah.. just, that guy won’t stop staring at me.”

when he looks to see who you were talking about, a frown pulls onto beomgyu’s lips

the man was even taller than him and had soft, neatly parted black bangs that somehow rested perfectly by his eyes

don’t even get him started on the uniform he attired being pulled up a bit to reveal tight muscles against his arms, what’s a guy like that doing working at a cat cafe of all places?

beomgyu turns to you, placing the white kitten back onto the floor, “want me to go tell him to stop? i can be very intimidating~”

you watch as he wiggles his eyebrows and snort, “it’s fine. i wanna go ask him about this grey kitten anyway, she’s cute.”

immediately, gyu stands up along with you, “well i’m coming too.”

what? he didn’t want that guy talking to you one on one >:[

as you make your way over to where the employee stands behind a counter, a smile quickly rises to his face when he catches you approaching

“hey there, can i help you with anything? would you like a drink?”

the whole time he never takes his eyes off of you, and beomgyu crosses his arms at the realisation that this man was totally ignoring him! the audacity!!

so of course he opens his mouth, “yeah, actually. i’ll get a latte, please.”

finally, the man turns to him, and his expression falters for a second before he nods and gets to work

you give beomgyu a strange look that he ignores

“you don’t even like lattes,” you murmur with furrowed brows

he simply nods to the kitten in your arms, a defensive glare on his face, “yah, don’t forget what we came here for.”

just in time, the man turns back to you while finishing up the latte and sliding it over to your boyfriend, who emits a barely audible ‘thanks’

a smile quickly returns to his face as he takes you in, along with the kitten you’re holding, “anything for you, pretty girl?”

what

what’d he call you

beomgyu’s jaw DROPS touches the ground even

that is HIS nickname for you!!!

he immediately frowns, a competitive gleam in his eyes as he reaches down to pat your head

“she is pretty, isn’t she?”

apparently the guy didn’t get the hint as he quickly agrees with a cheery ‘of course’ 👎

you seem equally confused but you quickly cough and speak up, “i— uh, i was just wondering what breed this kitten was.”

with another cheesy smile that has beomgyu gagging, he replies, “that’s a british shorthair. we actually have a new litter of shorthairs arriving next week. if you decide to stop by i could give you a personal introduction.”

the man winks, sending another surge of fury through beomgyu, “along with a coffee on the house, of course.”

… it honestly wasn’t a bad deal

but judging by the way beomgyu grabbed your hand and dragged you towards the exit, you assumed it was a no

“sorry, thanks for the offer!” you barely make out before the cafe door slams closed

“along with a coffee on the house, of course,” beomgyu mocks the man’s deep voice, face scrunched up obnoxiously while you groan next to him

“don’t let him ruin our nice day baby, c’mon,” you reassure the boy, smoothing out his frustrated wrinkles with your thumb, “i’ve already forgotten what that loser looks like.”

beomgyu’s snickers, relief taking over his features as he stares down at the sidewalk

“mkay. you think i’m better looking, right?”

“he isn’t even competition next to you.”

he gets giddier by each word, slowly going back to his regular self whilst a small :> rises to his lips

“and you’re all mine, right?”

“yeah,” you bump his shoulder, smirking playfully, “and you’re mine?”

his smile grows, “obviously.”

gyu mostly stays positive like that through the remainder of the date, but later you may find him sitting and staring off into space, once again reminiscing on what could’ve made that guy think you weren’t taken, if he wasn’t good enough, etc

but don’t worry! as long as you’re ready to offer words of affirmation and big spooning, he’ll be back to you in no time ^^

// KANG TAEHYUN !

not a very big reaction

it’s terry we’re talking about !! our unfazed king

he knows you’re his, what’s there to worry about ^^

honestly he might even chuckle at whoever had the confidence to try and ask you out rigHt in front of him

he lets you deal with it yourself unless it escalates in any way,, in that case oh boy is he ready

mans can finally put those hard-earned muscles to use <3

anways so you and tyun were having a nice lil’ outing at a cafe for lunch

being seated by the window, you spent every few seconds pointing at random things outside like literal cats <3

at one point a squirrel ran by and you immediately pointed at it going ‘you’ THEN TYUN DID HIS CUTE GIGGLE

he was in one of his cute moods and you could swear his eyes held the whole world when he smiled at you like that :(

that kinda changed when the waiter came though,,

you were a bit oblivious, but taehyun quickly caught on to the way the young man’s gaze would linger on you each time he handed you something no matter it was your drink, a napkin, absolutely any reason he could use to stAre at you

and despite him not being a very confrontational person, he makes sure you’re fully aware of what he sees

“ that guy totally wants you,” he comments as if it was something as simple as the weather 💀

meanwhile you nearly choke on your drink, “that— what? who?”

“waiter guy.”

“and at first you smile, “aww, you jealous?”

but of course ,, big mistake

“of what? you’re in love with me, aren’t you?” HE’S SO GRHRRGFH

you do that classic pouty pout and taehyun secretly wishes the table wasn’t there so he could lean over and kiss it away because aWww <3

bUt after that incident things were running smoothly, and since the waiter hadn’t returned for a while, taehyun figured it’d be a good time to run to the bathroom

well

apparently he couldn’t get a moment of peace because as soon as he waddled back to where you were seated, waiter guy had his elbow on the table, writing something on a sticky note while murmuring something that taehyun could only catch a few words from

“—can always call me if he messes up, i’ll be waiting.”

OOOHH yeah no he’s shaking in fury on the inside but stays cool on the outside

the sound of your sweet voice telling the man you weren’t interested and that something like that would never happen manages to cool him down a bit, but tyun still makes sure to bump the man’s shoulder extra hard while pacing back to his seat

“what’d i miss?” your boyfriend’s voice is so calm as usual,, but also somehow scary and cold n’ even yOu get nervous!!

“i- uh, enjoy your meal.”

taehyun SCOFFS as the man wobbles away with his tail tucked between his legs, “how pathetic,” he frowns

ouch…

you reach over to his knuckles which instantly softens up his tense muscles, watching as he sighs

“see, you’re just too gorgeous. it gets bothersome,” as usual, his voice is calm, but this time laced with a hint of dramatic playfulness, making you giggle shyly

you’ve gotten better and better at reading and understanding your boyfriend’s speech habits and tones, which is something not many could successfully do ^^

that’s pretty much it though

he might bring it up another time as almost a little inside joke between you guys, but he prefers to say that the guy was too irrelevant to bring any more attention to !!

but also

on the bill..

taehyun reattached that sticky note he tried to hand you and wrote something on it

unfortunately he folded it so you never got to see, but judging by the nervous stutters the waiter let out while handing him the receipt, you guessed it wasn’t too polite

your mind is taken off that real quick though when his larger hand is cupping yours :D

“c’mon princess,” with the gentlest forehead kiss ever, “we won’t be back here, that’s for sure.”

// HUENING KAI !

does that thing where his head just frantically shakes between u two like O-0

nervous chuckles awkward foot movements

starts inwardly panicking like fUck what should a boyfriend do in this situation SHOULD I BE PUNCHING THAT GUY

because lowkey

he doesn’t care that much,,

he trusts you fully n’ knows that guy is getting rejected

by the end of the whole fiasco he may end up having a nice conversation with the stranger as if they’re besties

they’ll be discussing how awful the weather’s been in the past week while you just stand there utterly gobsmacked

..he’s hyuka what’d you expect

however

do note that your boy may become unusually clingy after it’s all over

and if you question him he may or may not gaslight you into thinking everything’s normal out of embarrassment <3

anyways SEGWAY GOES HERE (coughs. so smooth)

being the rock-paper-scissor loser that you were

your co-workers left you alone to close up the local convenience store for the night (boooo tomato tomato)

closing was in a mere five minutes, and you were more than ready to book it out the door n’ spend your remaining waking hours watching anime with kai

AND all his plushies of course ^^

besides that NOBODY else was invited

not even soobin despite how he usually loves watching anime with you guys :(

kai insisted it was his very much needed alone time with you

so when the bell above the door jingles, a smile already makes it’s way to your face, expecting to see your boyfriend there and ready to drive you home

well.. not exactly

a man that looks around your age runs in, quickly sprinting over to the grocery section

and you’re just like well. shit.

if this is a robbery you’re fully prepared to sacrifice everything in the store

what’d they expect paying you minimum wage ??

but before you even raise your hands in surrender, the man has already made his way to the cashier, panting and huffing as he drops his basket onto the counter

“sorry, i know you close in a few minutes but if you could ring me up it’d be really, really great.”

you blink

“oh. yeah, sure. sorry, i thought you were a thief this whole time.”

watching you scan his items, the man giggles, “my bad. it’s.. a long story.”

“clearly, if you’re buying energy drinks at this time of night.”

again, he chuckles, leaning his palms on the table. “hey, you’re quite cute,” just as he speaks up, the doorbell rings again, “could i get your number?”

meanwhile you lift your head to see kai, who is now awkwardly staring between you both with a nervous smile on his lips

facepalming inwardly, you clear your throat, “uh- sorry, my boyfriend is- um, right there.”

when the guy turns to face him, kai just coughs with a barely audible, ‘hi’

“shit, that’s embarrassing. my bad— again.” you almost feel pity as the man fumbles to put his card back in his wallet, grabbing his bag and speedwalking to the door

but right before he can leave, kai speaks up out of nowhere, “where- where’d you get your jacket?”

you give him an odd stare, matching the guy who backtracks in confusion, “uh, i dunno. why?”

“i think i have the same one, that brand is super underrated,” kai grins nervously, and honestly, you’re starting to feel like a proud mom watching her kid make their first friend at pre-school

after the stranger gasps and brings up how he’s never met anyone else who knows it, they ramble for another few minutes before he eventually checks his phone, apologizing and saying that he needs to leave

nOt without exchanging numbers with your boyfriend of course

when kai turns around to see you shaking your head in disbelief, he bursts into a fit of screechy dolphin laughter

“he came for your number and ended up with mine instead!”

you smack his shoulder, countering the endeared smile growing on your lips, “god, you’re insane. who the hell makes friends with a guy who asked their girlfriend out minutes prior?”

grabbing your bag for you, kai throws it over his shoulder and wiggles his brows, “your boyfriend does, cutie. i personally think i handled it great.”

“yeah, whatever. go watch demon slayer with him instead.”

he pinches your cheek, cooing mockingly, “aw, no need to be jealous! i only wanna watch with my pretty girl~”

he’s acting all cocky right now

but right as kai starts to gets sleepy, he begins mumbling on about how much he doesn’t like when others try to steal you from him, and that he’ll do anything to be the one staying by your side permanently ^^ <3

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asterias-record-shop · 5 months

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thinking about you (d.g)

“Hey angelcakes,” Dick grunted when he kicked the man straight in the chest, sighing as he fixed the comm over his ears. “What’s up?”

“Just thinking about you,” you giggled as you twirled the rubber coil that connected the phone in your hand to the main console, giggling. “What are you doing?”

“Breaking up an underground drug trafficking ring,” he grunts again as he pushed the switch of the electric baton to shock a man with thousands of electric bolts. “What are you doing?”

His words make you pout. You had gotten all dressed up in some blue lingerie that matched his suit, garters and lace covering your thighs and torso, the crotchless panties sealing everything together.

“You’re on a mission without me?”

He couldn’t help but laugh, grunting when he felt someone slam a chair into his back before he grabbed a broken leg of said chair and thrusted it into the man’s chest. “Didn’t know you wanted to come, angel.”

“I didn’t,” you say, then sighed. “Thought this was our night in. I got the blue ropes out and everything.”

Dick paused. “You got the blue ropes?”

You hummed, tilting your head as you held the phone with your head to your shoulder, letting your fingers trail down your chest. “Mmhm,” you hummed in confirmation, smiling. “The blue lingerie, too.”

Dick groaned, the thought of you wearing that perfect lingerie and waiting for him almost distracting him from the fact that he was held at gunpoint now.

“Fuck, are you fingering yourself?” He breathed, ignoring the barrel of the gun at his temple and the man gaping down at him as you let out a soft, breathy moan.

“Starting to.”

He swallowed, looking up at the man pointing a gun down at him. “I’ll be home soon.”

The man cocked the gun. “Yeah. Sure you will.”

“You better,” you spoke as he took the baton and slammed the electric staff straight into the side of the man’s head, effectively disarming him and taking the gun from the ground. He slammed the grip of the gun into his head as you continued to speak through breathy moans. “Or I’m going to cum before you even get here.”

“You better fucking not,” he growled out, taking the men and pulling them all into a line before tying their legs and wrists into a hog tie. He was skipping a little bit, tying the knots instead with BDSM knots. “Or I won’t let you cum at all.”

You groaned, slowly flexing your fingers inside of yourself as you rolled your hips. “You better get here quick before I don’t let you fuck me at all.”

“Oh I’m going to fuck you alright.”

This makes you giggle as you held the phone to your ear, whining as you roll your hips desperately. “What’s taking you so long?”

“I’m going angelcakes,” he grunted as he swung around a stoplight pole, landing smoothly on a roof as he ran to your apartment. Your moans fueled him, his cock getting hard under his Nomex and Kevlar suit. “God, are you close?”

He knew you were, your moans always went into a higher pitch when you were about to cum.

“Yes, so close!” You whined, desperately moving your hand faster inside of you as you thrusted your fingers roughly into your cunt. You had done this before, but you always got too desperate when you were close, and it sometimes led to spots of blood staining your fingers through your cum. Your nails always scratched a little bit inside of you and how fast you went trying to cum desperately made crimson shine through translucent essence.

You never bled when Dick fingered you. No matter how hard or rough he went, no matter how fast or passionate he went, you never bled.

“Hey now angelcakes, why’d you stop?”

Your eyes snapped up when you heard double of his voice, pulling your fingers delicately out of your cunt with a giggle, quickly hanging up the phone as he pressed the center of his suit so it would fall off.

“Dick!” You were about to jump into his arms before he caught your wrists, letting out a loud, wanton moan falling from your lips as he kissed you.

“Where’s that blue rope, hm?”

When your wrists were tied above your head with that blue rope, that’s when Dick thought you looked the hottest that night, spurts of cum covering your pelvis.

It stained the royal blue lace and cotton-spandex blend, a whine falling from your lips as you desperately trying to rut your hips against his cock, all while his bright red tip slid up and down your wet slit.

He had already came inside of you — many times, actually — the milky white substance leaking out of your cunt was a result of that, but you still wanted more.

Your wrists were tied with royal blue silk rope at the headstand, your skin red in irritation as you desperately tried to tug out of the intricate knot. Your wrists weren’t the only thing tied up though, as your ankles were tied at the lower two bed posts to keep your ankles spread apart, only allowing you to rut your hips up to his for him to keep you still as he fucked into you.

The bouncing of your body made the metal chain over your tits clink and bounce, the clamps on your nipples softly getting tugged as he played with the chain. A whine fell from your lips as his other hand slowly guided his bright red tip to push against your cunt that fluttered around nothing.

A sob left your mouth, a pleasure filled sob as he stretched you out, with every thrust as he kept pushing into you and exploring every new area inside of you at the new angle from the rise of your hips, a whine following the tears that streamed down your cheeks as he held your hips with both hands.

He leaned down, kissing against the chain before covering his teeth with his lips and leaning down to softly tug on the chain to force you arch your back and push your chest up.

“R-Richard!” You yelled out, groaning as he ducked under the chain and softly kissed against the plush mounds on your chest.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty, angelcakes… so, so pretty…” he cooed against your skin, pressing his lips against your skin before dragging his teeth against the side of your nipple. “Mmm, so thankful you’re all fucking mine.”

“R-Richard-!” You sobbed, the knot in your stomach getting tighter. Your hips bucked almost automatically, a whine leaving your mouth as your wrists tried to tug at the blue rope. “I-I’m gonna-!”

“Nuh uh…” Richard whispers back, biting his lip as he came out from under the chain, turning his thrusts into slight rolls of his hips that made you go insane. “I just came. Do you think I’m close?”

A sob came from your lips. “Oh please…”

“Well I am,” he chuckled, his hips getting faster all over again. “And I’m going to make you cum so many times that you’ll fucking pass out.”

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elliespassagerprincess · 7 months

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Mary - (ellie williams x reader)

for @fleshunger ty for being patient, ily <3

This story is based off the song Mary by Alex G, if you can please listen to the song as you're reading! There is another version to this fic! You can read it here:)

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are open again! send me your silly thoughts

warnings: angst.

Summary: in which you left her to rot

authors note: lmao yall probably hate me for posting so much, forgive me pookies, I swear after tomorrow i'll post less....

Mary is the girl that I wanna kiss

She's got big red eyes and big red lips

She's got big sharp teeth and big fat hips

Mary is the girl that I wanna fuck

She's got leather heart and leather gloves

She's the only girl that I wanna love

"I wanna kiss her so bad" Ellie vented to Dina.

Dina rolled her eyes at Ellie.

She was in love. Really in love.

In all the years Dina has known Ellie she has never seen her this down bad.

"What's so special about this girl anyway?" She asked as she took a bite from Ellie's sandwich.

"What type of a question is that?" Ellie asked. She felt disrespected on your behalf.

"She's got beautiful eyes- and she looks good with red lipstick. Even without lipstick, her lips are so kissable"

A small smile appeared on Dina's face as she listened to her friend describe the girl she was so deeply in love with.

"She's got big fat hips too and I just want to eat her-"

"woah Ellie calm down, that's too much information"

Ellie's face went red with embarrassment.

"How'd you meet her" Dina asked.

"at a fruit Market" Ellie replied with a shrug.

Bananas or oranges?

Bananas?

Oranges?

Ellie was currently thinking about what she should get as she stood in front of the fruit stand. Since when was it so fucking difficult to choose fruit?

"If you think harder, much you might explode" she heard someone chuckle next to her.

Ellie turned to where your voice was coming from, her heart rate suddenly increased.

Angles are fucking real.

"um- yeah" Ellie responded awkwardly.

She cleared her throat and she fixed her posture.

"Bananas or orange?" She asked you.

What the fuck Ellie? Why would you fucking ask that?

You turned your head to look at the fruit, before you reached out to grab a banana.

"It looks fresher" you shrugged as you gave the banana to her.

Your fingertips brushed against hers, and a shock of electricity ran through Ellie.

Her palms felt sweaty, she couldn't breathe.

Focus Ellie. Focus.

"Thank you" You gave her a small smile as you started walking away.

'C'mon Ellie make your move' she thought to herself.

"hey wait!" Ellie yelled as you started walking away.

You turned around to look at her.

"Can I have your number?"

"That's fucking cliché" Dina laughed.

"shut up" Ellie muttered annoyed.

The two girl fell into a comfortable silence as Ellie's thoughts wondered to you.

Oh you would've loved this salad. You would've loved this ice tea. Maybe she should've asked you to come out instead of Dina

*ding*

Ellie reached down to grab her phone. It was you.

Her girl.

Not officially her girlfriend yet, but soon.

She clicked onto the notification with your name.

"Come over please"

fuck yes

Ellie jumped up, and she looked at Dina with a grin.

"My girl is looking for me"

Dina laughed at her friends excitement.

"go get her tiger"

Ellie gave Dina a hug as she ran towards your apartment.

Today she felt confident. Today she was the day she was going to ask you to be her girlfriend. You messaging her was a sign from the gods above.

Ellie's legs were hurting, and she was out of breathe but she was on her way to finally tell the girl of her dreams that she was the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

Listen to me, baby, I don't mind

I wanna be with you and waste my time

Give it to me, baby, I feel good

I wanna feel whatever you think I should

Sing it for me, baby, play my song

I wanna hear your daddy sing along

Mary is the girl that leaves you to rot

She says, "I am real and you are not"

Ellie knocked at your front door.

She kept knocking and she's been standing outside of your apartment for the last 10 minutes.

Where were you? Maybe you were laying dead on the floor?

Ellie knocked and knocked but yet you never came.

Was this a prank?

She held the doorknob as she opened the door.

It was open this whole time.

Ellie slowly walked into your apartment, and she looked around the place you called home.

It felt oddly empty.

The little trinkets you kept around was all suddenly gone.

The apartment filled with so much life at one point, suddenly dull and lifeless.

Ellie's eyes went around the room and her eyes landed on a white envelope.

On the front was your pretty handwriting and Ellie's name decorated the front.

With shaky hands Ellie picked it up, and she opened it.

Dear Ellie

Or should I say banana girl?

She chucked remembering your first interaction.

I'm sorry for what I'm about to tell you, please don't hate me. I truly never wanted to hurt you Ellie. But I know you have feelings for me. I don't feel the same way. I never wanted to reject you, because I valued our friendship too much. So for the sake of your feelings, I left. I changed my number, so you wont be able to message me. I'm sorry Els.

I love you.

Ellie didn't realize that she started shaking till she finished reading the letter.

She tore the letter apart and her knees buckled.

She fell to the ground sobbing.

You made feel so alive, but you just killed her again.

All the love Ellie had for you was rotting away into hated.

She loved you so much but you left her to rot.

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pedropascallme · 4 months

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I love your professor damien fics so so so much!!!!!! you are feeding the damien girlies and it is MUCH appreciated

a damien x reader shower fic (😏) would be amazing if you were interested? 🙏🙏🙏 but no rush or pressure to actually do it unless you want to lol 💜

The Shower Scene

Pairing: Damien Haas x f!Reader

Summary: "Some hours later, after flicking through channels of near-unwatchable cable TV and spending more time than you probably ever had with the cats, you figured you had the time to take a shower—a nice one, long and steamy and relaxing. Maybe you’d even light a candle."

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI) p in v sex, very mild dom/sub dynamics, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), praise, dirty talk, cum play kinda, if I missed anything please let me know!

AN: First time writing for Damien himself and honestly this was somehow more difficult to write than prof!Damien?? I kept writing dialogue and then being like he would NOT fucking say that. Anyway I hope this is to your liking!!

“Stay.” You wrapped your arms around Damien, words coated in sleep as you tried to trap him under the blanket you had cloaked over yourself.

“I want to.” He didn’t brush you off, letting you linger next to him, arms around his waist while he sat on the foot of the bed tying his shoes.

“Then you should.” You didn’t whine, didn’t even really put much thought into the tired pleads you emitted; this is just what you always did when he went to work in the morning. You knew he couldn’t stay, you understood that he had a job to do and that he would be back later—you weren’t stupid, you just wanted to keep him in bed with you, selfishly tuck him away and keep him all to yourself.

He stood up, leaning over you and offering you a kiss on the cheek, and you hummed, turning your face quickly to capture his lips in yours.

“Stay.” Now you were whining.

“I’ll be back so soon,” he cupped your cheek in his hand before giving you one more kiss, “Won’t even know I’m gone.”

“Liar,” you quipped, and he shot you a playful scowl. You smiled back at him. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he made a show of fixing the blanket that had exposed your feet while you were trying to coax him back into bed, “Go back to sleep.”

~~~

You woke up a few hours later, puttering around and trying to keep yourself busy; it was always the worst when he had work and you yourself had nothing to see to—no work to do, no plans to attend, just a day completely to yourself.

In theory, it sounded nice, but there were only so many ways to keep yourself occupied in a way that didn’t make you feel semi-useless. You couldn’t just resort to doom-scrolling or napping, it just made you feel guilty for doing nothing of substance.

Some hours later, after flicking through channels of near-unwatchable cable TV and spending more time than you probably ever had with the cats, you figured you had the time to take a shower—a nice one, long and steamy and relaxing. Maybe you’d even light a candle.

You gently coaxed Zelda off your lap, getting up to walk down the hall and to the bathroom, turning the water on. You stripped yourself of the pajamas you still wore from the previous night.

With the water now running at the right temperature, you let yourself acclimate to the feeling of it hitting your skin, letting the warmth soak your hair and trail down your spine until the droplets circled the drain.

When you heard Damien call your name, you jumped a little. You hadn’t heard him open the front door, too caught up in the heavy feeling of the steam that had begun to surround you and the ricocheting echo of the water hitting the bottom of the tub.

“Showering!” You called out, and you heard him shuffle down the hall to find you. He peeked behind the shower curtain.

“Oh my God, you’re naked!” He feigned shock at the sight, and you flicked at him, letting the water on your fingertips fly towards his face.

“You look like you’re about to murder me, Psycho-style.” You wrung water from your hair, watching him blink off the water drops that had landed on him.

“Baby, don’t say that —you’re a final girl if there ever was one.” He backed away from the shower curtain, leaving you to your own devices.

“You’re not coming in?” You called after him, and you heard the sound of his footsteps come to an abrupt halt.

“I’m invited?” He called back to you from down the hall.

“Come.” You confirmed, moving the shower curtain out of your way to watch him come rushing back into the bathroom. You’ve never seen anybody undress so quickly, and you made a mental note to remind him to pick up his socks from the hallway when you were both less distracted.

Not even the silken water from the shower could compete with the feeling of Damien’s skin on yours; the heat that radiated off of him got under your skin and engulfed you with comfort as he pulled you close the moment he stepped into the shower with you.

“I hate leaving you in the morning,” he ran a hand down your side, watching how the water beaded and dripped down your skin, “but I do love getting to come home to you.” You anchored yourself to him when he kissed you, hands gripping his arms as they wrapped around your body. It was almost embarrassing how needy you were for him after only a few hours apart, but you couldn’t think of anything but him now that he was back in front of you.

His tongue licked into your mouth, occasionally catching drops of water that fell over your faces when you broke away just long enough. You placed a hand gingerly on his chest, putting no pressure on it so he wouldn’t part from you, and trailing it down his body until you could wrap your fingers around the base of his cock. He groaned quietly into your mouth, and you felt yourself break out in small goosebumps, the warmth of the water combating your building excitement and pride.

Your strokes were slow; you felt him stiffen in your hand, paying attention to the tip of his cock, jerking your wrist in a circular motion. His hands found purchase on your ass, squeezing and kneading the plush skin and earning a moan from you—something about letting him touch you like this, the water bouncing off your back, steam circling your feet while you leisurely jerked him off made you feel so eager for him.

“Missed you so much today,” you breathed out, and he dipped his head down to suck marks onto your chest. His hands guided you against the wall, and the cold tiles sent a shiver down your spine, arching your back. You removed your hand from his length, placing your arms on his shoulders and weaving your fingers behind his neck.

“Mm,” he released you from his mouth momentarily, licking the deep purple spot he had made on your skin, “I missed you, too.”

“I couldn’t tell.” You goaded him, earning a quick smack to the side of your thigh as he took one of your nipples in his mouth.

“No?” He straightened himself back up, looming over you now, and you felt completely at a loss for words, too enamored of him to think of a reply. His hand came up to your mouth, and you opened, letting him dip in two of his fingers to the knuckle. He removed them slowly, letting you coat them with your spit, before he dropped his hand to your cunt and rubbed gently over your clit. You inhaled sharply, trying to keep your composure when he pushed both fingers inside of you. Damien breathed deeply, fingers rhythmically pushing in and out of you, and he savored the way you pulsed around him.

“Can you tell now?” He smiled with his top teeth, and you felt your pulse pick up when he pushed against the spongy spot inside of you with precision. You managed a quiet moan, and he continued to curl his fingers gently. “I figured.”

You gripped one of his shoulders, your other hand limply grasping his wrist. “Damien,” you whined when his thumb ghosted over your clit, “fuck me.”

“Is that what you want?” He was having entirely too much fun playing with you like this, your wet hair sticking to your skin, bottom lip trembling—you looked so beautiful, he couldn’t help the urge he felt to watch your face contort with pleasure from just the short thrusts of his fingers.

You nodded, and he stalled for a moment, scissoring his fingers inside of you just to watch you squirm, before pulling them out and licking them off. When his hand fell back at his side, he leaned forward. He had you crowded against the wall, and you kissed him fervently.

“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned, reaching to get hold of your leg and pull it over his waist. “Jump.” He grabbed your hips, letting you hook both legs around him. He nipped at your collar bone while you both adjusted to the position.

“Comfortable?” He touched his forehead to yours, breath fanning your face.

“Yeah,” you mewled, “please.”

“Please?”

“Please, fuck me,” you squeezed your thighs around him, “need you. Don’t tease.”

“Wasn’t teasing,” he played innocent, shifting his weight to fist his cock, smacking it against your clit, “Just wanted to clarify.” He pulled his hips back, lining himself up with you before slowly pushing into your waiting cunt. You whined at the familiar pressure you felt in your stomach and tried desperately to push your own hips forward onto him, to feel him in his entirety. Fully sheathed inside of you, his head tilted back, relishing in the feeling of how tightly you squeezed his cock. His hair was soaked, and you watched water fall over his face and chest as he pulled back and began driving into you.

“Oh my God, you feel so good,” he groaned after a long stroke, pushing you further against the wall.

“There—so good, Damien, fuck, you feel so good,” you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, planting lazy kisses against his lips, unable to pay close attention to anything other than the stretch of your pussy around him and the way the hair of his happy trail brushed against your clit with each roll of his hips. “Deeper,” you begged, needy for more, “Harder.”

“Fuck,” he maneuvered one hand under your ass, allowing the other hand the freedom to roam down your body to your clit. He ground his hips against yours. “Deep like this, baby?”

You whimpered, pulling at his wet hair, your other hand scratching sluggishly at his back. He could take a hint; pulling out until just the tip of his cock was nestled inside of you, he gave your clit a bit more attention, rubbing tight circles, before ramming himself back into you repeatedly, never breaking the synchronous tempo of his thrusts with the patterns he drew on your clit.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good—is this what you wanted? Needed it rough?” He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing hard against your skin while he satisfied the both of you.

You were certain you were screaming, but nothing more than raspy moans could find their way out of your mouth. Your head leaning against the wall, you arched your back into Damien’s thrusts.

“Please, please, please,” you couldn’t form any more words, trying to catch your breath to think of what exactly it was you were pleading for; “Wanna cum for you.”

“You wanna cum for me, baby?” He growled, voice low and clearly feeling the same buzz of adrenaline you were, “Gonna be a good girl and cum for me?”

You nodded frantically, mouth agape and eyes closed when you finally teetered and fell over the edge; you felt Damien twitch inside you, paired with a loud moan and harsh shove of his hips as he spilled into you. He gave a final few thrusts, watching the way you convulsed around him, both of you sighing in satisfaction when he pulled out. He helped you find your footing, hand falling over your lower back and letting you cling to him as your legs trembled. He turned off the water and, pulling back the shower curtain, removed a towel off its hanger, draping it over you.

“Did so good,” he kissed the top of your head while he patted you down with the soft fabric.

You looked up at him, eyes heavily lidded, the crown of your head fitting perfectly under his chin. “Felt so good.”

He tilted your chin up, giving you a soft kiss before he picked you up and carried you bridal style to your room.

“I’m all sticky…and drippy,” you muttered.

“Oh, have you not had the talk?” He laughed at his own joke, and you rolled your eyes, letting your head loll back against his arm where it was tucked under your neck. He dipped you down onto the mattress, and you were about to get back up, wipe the excess from between your legs and grab something to sleep in, when Damien’s hands wrapped around your ankles, pulling you down the bed towards him.

You giggled, playfully kicking your legs at him, careful to not actually let any of the movements connect to his body. He kneeled down, putting your legs over his shoulders.

“Damien…”

“What? You said you were sticky. I’m helping,” he licked a stripe over your core, not wanting to waste any time. “You taste so good; can you blame me?”

You didn’t bother giving him a verbal response, opting to bury your fist in his hair and bring him back towards your cunt. Even as spent and tired as you were, you would never deny the opportunity to see him between your legs, cleaning up the mess you’d made together.

“So impatient,” he chided, before giving in to your physical persuasion and burying his face against you; you jumped at the friction of his stubble on your inner thighs, but the drag of it against you only added to the bliss.

He worked his tongue into your hole, licking into you as best he could and delighting in the taste of you. He kissed over your clit before taking it between his lips, keeping it sealed in his mouth while his tongue drew shapes over it. You moaned, hips rising from the bed, and he wrapped his hands around your thighs to hold you still, closer to his face, pushing himself in further to savor the pleasure that was the taste of your cunt. His own cum leaked out of you and onto his tongue, and he licked the remnants off of your thighs, thorough in his bid to clean you off.

You looked down, making eye contact with him between your legs, and you saw him smile with his eyes. His tongue darted over your clit, mercilessly overstimulating you, not letting up for even a moment to catch his breath, and he knew you were cumming when he felt your legs tremble around his head, your fist yanking on his hair, chanting his name softly while you shivered. He moaned against your sensitive cunt, obsessed with the sounds you made for him and the tangy flavor of your wet on his tongue. He licked down your entrance, letting your slick collect on his tongue, drawing out your high for as long as he could. Selfish as it may be, he loved watching you unravel for him, and he continued to tease your entrance, letting your cum paint his lips.

He crawled up the bed, perching himself above you, and his hand rested against your lower jaw, prompting you to open your mouth. You obliged, and he spit, letting it fall to the back of your throat. You swallowed, humming at the taste—your own and his, something so perfectly curated. He kissed you, slow and gentle, and just as passionate as always.

“I must taste so fucking good,” you joked, hand draped over his neck.

He smiled down at you. “Oh, you have no idea.” He kissed you again, before rolling over on his side to sweep you into him. “I wish I could’ve just stayed home with you all day.”

“Me too,” you mumbled against his chest, feeling tired and perfectly sated.

He kissed your forehead, “I don’t have to go into work at all next week.”

“Does that mean you’ll stay in bed with me all morning?”

“I plan on it.”

You closed your eyes, letting the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed next to you act as a sort of lullaby. You think you whispered something about how he needed to pick his socks up from the floor of the hallway, but you weren’t sure, and you didn't really care; you were just happy to be home with him.

#damien haas #damien haas fanfiction #damien haas smut #damien haas x reader #damien haas x you #smosh #smosh fanfiction #smosh fic #smosh smut #smosh pit #smosh games #smoshblr

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cozy-mp3 · 1 year

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over and out

ellie x female!reader

being assigned night patrol sucks, ellie agrees

word count: 1.2k(ish)

warnings: sfw, probably an inaccurate depiction of how walkie talkies work, ellie calls reader honey because i'm predictable, men dni please and ty :)

a/n: tysm for 200 followers!!! i'm gonna open my requests up again soon as a thank you! this is my 'trying to grasp how to write ellie again' fic in between writing other stuff which is why it's short. also, i honestly do not know if this scenario is logistically possible but it is what it is.

you hate night watch at the best of times. it’s almost mind numbingly boring and since there’s so little to report you often find yourself alone until whoever is taking over your post for the first day shift arrives in the morning. it’s particularly bad in the winter due to the cold, the past few days had brought snow and you can feel it chilling your toes even though you’d tugged several pairs of socks on before you’d left home.

the sound of the radio crackling to life makes you jump after such a long stretch of silence, not even the sound of people stumbling out of the tipsy bison had interrupted the quiet this late at night, it’d been balanced in your lap beside your rifle which you decide to set on the ground beside you before you startle again and accidentally blow your foot off.

“this is williams to honey,” ellie says, her voice distorted over the radio but still warm and familiar, “this better be you, i’ve been hopping frequencies for the past fifteen minutes, maria’s gonna kill me when she finds out,” she adds and you can practically see her rolling her eyes, though you’re sure she won’t have the same bravado once maria’s done with her.

“how did you get hold of a radio?,” you ask in response, you should probably be frustrated with her, the radios are strictly for patrolling the walls and communicating potential danger and she’s absolutely going to get in trouble, but you can’t help but let a smile stretch across your lips at the sound of her voice.

“jesse owed me a favor,” she explains, only sounding a little sheepish about it, “i can’t sleep without you, this is totally necessary if they want me on patrol tomorrow,” she insists and really, it’s impossible to be mad when you feel the same way, even if it’s the kind of argument that maria will complain is making her go gray. you can imagine her tucked into bed, the duvet pulled beneath her chin and her cheek pressed into her pillow, the soft light of the lamp on the bedside table casting a warm yellow glow over her skin.

“i miss sleeping with you, too,” you sigh, it must come out crackly because ellie makes a frustrated sound and the radio beeps meaning the settings are being fiddled with, “don’t bother messing with it, el,” you hum and you’re pretty sure that comes out distorted by static too, but ellie seems resigned to it and doesn’t attempt to fix it again, instead producing shuffling sounds like she’s repositioning in bed.

“how much longer are you assigned nights?,” she asks and it’s a testament to how well you know her that you can imagine her face, her brows tugged together in a frown that wrinkles her forehead and her lips tugged downwards, you wish you were there to smooth the creases from her face and kiss away her pout, but you’re stuck in what you’re beginning to believe is the most uncomfortable lawn chair left in the world watching for infected that stumble too close to the walls, so none of that is possible.

“three more days, then i’ve got mornings for a month,” you tell her with an unhappy exhale that she mirrors, you could probably get your shifts changed if you kicked up enough of a fuss but it doesn’t feel right when you know everyone else hates the job as much as you, no one is particularly willing to switch to nights in summer, let alone now when it’s sub zero.

“this is, like, top five worst things that have ever happened to me,” ellie grumbles, her voice is even more muffled and you can imagine how she’s turned her face into her pillow to hide her frustrated face, “and don’t correct me on that, honey, i’m being serious,” she sighs and you wish you were there to tug her into your chest and stroke your hands through her hair because she sounds tired, exhausted even, and it’s almost torture to know there isn’t anything you can do to soothe her to sleep.

“you wanna talk until you fall asleep?,” you ask as gently as you can, hoping that your change in tone is noticeable over the radio, your toes are so cold you’re beginning to think they’re going to fall off before you’re able to get home and practice your current ritual of sticking them between ellie’s calves to steal her warmth for the hour or so you’re in bed together before she has to get up for patrol.

“please,” she responds, her tone matching yours all syrupy sweet and rough with sleep in a way that makes your stomach warm, “i’m hugging your pillow,” she admits quietly, “smells like you,” she adds and you don’t know if you want to beam or cry because there’s almost nothing you wouldn’t do to be there with her where it’s warm and safe and your girl is there to hold you instead.

“i’ll be back soon,” you say before you can say something embarrassing, like that you’ve been missing her every second you’ve been apart or that just tonight you’ve caught yourself daydreaming about her so many times you’d stopped counting, “only a couple more hours,” you murmur, glancing down at your watch to check again. ellie had gotten you new batteries for it the last time she’d been on a supply run and having it functional again was useful despite it giving you the ability to agonize over how slowly each minute of your watch seems to pass.

“i’ll stay up,” ellie replies with a firm edge to her voice that you know better than to argue with, though she yawns soon afterwards and you’re almost certain that she’ll be asleep when you arrive home. it’s not a problem though, it’s just as nice to curl up behind her when she’s sleeping as it is for her to tug you against her chest and rub your back until you fall asleep together.

“i love you,” you tell her, having to stifle your responding yawn against your palm.

“i love you too, honey,” she says and you can hear the smile in her voice, “make sure you’re safe walking home, ok? it’ll still be dark when they switch over,” she hums, her voice sounding a little closer, like she’s tucked the radio beside her in bed.

“i’ll be safe, els,” you reassure her and you will, because you know she worries and you don’t want to give her cause to worry more, “now, what do you want to talk about?,” you ask, tucking your chin into the warmth of your coat and pulling your rifle back into your lap as you settle in for the last stretch of your watch.

ellie’s already started talking about the deer she saw on patrol and the fancy charcoal pencils joel had gotten her from a trader. you wiggle your toes just to make sure they’re still there just as she begins to complain about how they’ve served broccoli for dinner for almost a week straight, which is bullshit because she’s seen carrots in the pantry with her own eyes and you hope selfishly that she doesn’t fall asleep too soon because the time passes so much faster when she’s there.

#ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #tlou2 x reader

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colesluvr · 11 months

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Hello ⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙‼️ can i request a movie! Lloyd x male reader where they are both best friends (who obliviously have a crush on each other but are clueless) and like one day m!reader gets in danger and the green ninja just saves him⁉️ and then like m!reader just like fanboys over the green ninja and rants about him to Lloyd ⁉️

Never Meet Your Idols, They Say | Lloyd Garmadon X Male Reader

hellooo anon! how are you doing?? ty for the request, this was so fun to write! movie!lloyd has my heart, so does the full movie! i really hope you enjoy this, sorry for any spelling mistakes. whats funny is that english is my first language. lmaooo. also this the crappeist shit i've ever written, why does this seem so cringe. cursing warning!

"Who ya' texting"

You let out a scream, jumping at the sound of Kai's voice just by your ear. You turned around to see the brunette smirking. You felt eyes all fall onto you as Kai leaned against the locker beside your open one. You place your phone into your pocket as you calmed your breathibg.

"Bastard, you scared the living hell outa' me!" You slapped his arm as you covered your face with your sweater as everyone went back to their own thing.

"Aw, is Y/N a lil'scaredy cat?" Kai teased, pinching your cheek like a little kid. You glared at your friend before grabbing his hair in an attempt to mess it up.

"Ay, ay, ay! Hair is off limits, y'know that, man!" Kai shouts, letting go of your cheek, all eyes on you both once more before they all just ignored you both.

You let go of Kai's hair, seeing a patch of it messed up. You grinned, feeling proud of yourself as Kai glared.

"I was just coming over to say hi, is that a crime?!" Kai cried, trying his best to fix his hair with his hand as you opened your locker door and placed your backpack inside it, taking out your textbooks for todays class.

Suddenly, the doors swung open and Zane and Lloyd entered the school. Everyone around who say them turned away or walked the opposite way to avoid the boy.

"BRO!," Kai smiled as he jumped and shouted for his friend. "Dude, give me a hug, man, give me a birthday huug!" Kai smiled as he trapped Lloyd in a hug, lifting him off the ground his feet barely touching the floor. "Kai," he laughed as he was lifted off the floor, "That's a good one,"

"Birthday hug?" Zane suddenly smiled as he spoke, "Let me get in on that," Zane opened his arms and scooched his way toward Kai and Lloyd. "Zane!-" Lloyd warned as he got closer, "-I'll increase the pressure dramatically," "Zane! ZAnE!"

The blonde squeaked as Zane hugged both him and Kai, now lifting Kai off the ground. Lloyd was stuck between them like a piece of meat in a sandwich.

You laughed at the sight, suddenly feeling a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see Cole and Jay standing behind you.

"Oh, hey guys!" You greeted them. Cole replied with a nod before vibing to his music from his boombox that was rested on his shoulder, and Jay smiled and waved at you saying hello.

You looked back to the other three to see them walk toward you, Cole, and Jay. You and Lloyd made eye contact and a smile formed on your lips. You took a single step toward them before suddenly a motorbike engine caused you to jump fright, again.

Nya soon game swirving through the end of the hallway on her motorbike. She had a grin on her face as she skids to a stop, leaving bike tracks on the school floor behind her.

"Hey guys!" She greeted.

"Hey Nya." Everyone replied.

"Hey Nya, where'd you get the new bike, at the...great..stuff store?" Jay chuckled nervously, hiding his blush under his orange scarf as Cole rolled his eyes.

"Guys! Check out my new paint-job!" She smirked, you all looked down to see her new design on her motorcycle. Just by her foot, "The Lady-Iron Dragon!" She told, "My HERO!"

Before anyone could say anything about it, "Hey everybody, look!" Chad's voice caused you all to look down the hall to see Chad and two cheerleaders grin at you all evily, "It's Garma'DORK' and the DORK'squad!"

You rolled your eyes,, crossing your arms as Chad continued to talk. "You want to hear our new cheer?"

Oh god

"L-L-O-Y-D,, his dad is bad and so is he. Boo Lloyd,, Boo Lloyd."

"BOO LLOYD!" Chad screamed the ending. Everyone gave them a 'what-the-fuck' look but Lloyd gave them a awkward smile. "Greeat chant! I'll bet you got a number one hit on your hands!"

As soon as Lloyd said that, the bell rang. Everyone soon scattered the hallways getting to their class. You all said bye before heading to class, but before you and Lloyd left you waited until he closed his locker and locked it.

"Hey, happy birthday!" You handed Lloyd agreen wrapping paper with a darker green bow decorated on top of it. Lloyd hesitaded for a moment before smiling and taking the present.

"Thanks, Y/N. See you after school? We were planning on ging to that new bubble tea shack that just opened up, there treat apparently, probably because it's my birthday. Although they don't all need to get me bubble tea, but it would be nice-"

"Garmadon and L/N!" The princopals voice caused you and your best friend to flinch. "Get to class or you both will be on hall duty for the next week!" You both said goodbye before heading different ways daon the hall to get to class, refusing to make eye contact with the principal.

It was the end of the day and through the middle of the day Garmadon's forces attacked. Thankfully the secert Ninja force jumped in and stopped Garmadon's forces from taking over Ninjago, for the millionth time this year.

Seriously, when is that guy going to get the hint he will never win.

Anyway, you were on the school bus home where you would walk to meet up with the others. Since Lloyd texted your the address, you assumed you would quickly run home before leaving.

The bus ride was smooth, sure some kids were being loud and just being teenagers, but that's how you act around the others so you didn't say anything because we all know you act the same way with your friends.

You had your ear buds in, unable to hear anything in the outside world. As you looked out the window you could see something in the distance by the beach. The bus was driving on a freeway that shows the entire beach and water. You squint your eyes to get a better view of what you were looking at.

You gasp when you realized.

More of Garmadon's shark crew were arriving once again for a second try you assumed, but this time they seemed more prepaired. They had jets, land machines that overran the beach in seconds.

As you took out your phone to dial Lloyd, your mouth gaped open slightly seeing something emerge out of the water.

It was a large black mech with the head of a shark. And in the driver's seat was no one but, Lord Garmadon himself. More kids on the bus soon saw it and made their way toward the window, pushing you out of the way and onto a seat.

As the driver tried to get the kids to sit back down, you quickly dialed Lloyd and placed the phone to your ear.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up, pic-"

"Y/N?" Lloyd's voice was heard on the other end of the phone. "There you are, we're waiting for you by the bubble tea shack, I thoughy you said you-"

"Lloyd! Your dad's back! And he seems pretty ticked off! There's these weird shark mechs running around, destroying everything. it's bad."

Lloyd and the others looked at each other, and before he could reply, shark airships were seen fly over the city in less then two seconds, them hitting buildindgs, shooing lasers.

Everybody soon started to panic, scream, and run around to get to safety has Garmadon attacked the city. The group nod before running off.

Lloyd put his phone by his ear, "Y/N?! Where are you?"

"Uh- on the school bus just by the freeway. We are-"

The sound of clashing and crashing and people's screams caused Lloyd's heart to sink. "Y/N!?" He called out multiple times, waiting for a response. He ran faster to the warehouse, where he would meet up with the others.

"Crap!" Lloyd cursed under his breath when the phone line cut off, leaving you in who knows what.

"Shit!" You yelled as the bus was hit by a laser beam, the bus struggled to stay on road, your phone flying out the window. Everyone swirved to try and stay put and not fall over, but the road was basically destoryed.

The bus skid off to the side, falling on it's side causing evryone on bored to fall to the floor, forcing themselves to hold on top something.

Suddenly, the bus stopped. You were hidden under a seat as you tried to protect your body the best you can. However, something seemed off. You felt like something was off. You leaned over to peek out the window. Rookie mistake. You covered your scream to not move the bus too much because one movement could send this bus falling to it's doom.

It was inches from falling off the edge of the freeway.

"Is everybody okay?" You called out, making sure nobody was hurt. Thankfully, nobody was injured. "Okay, good. Nobody move!"

"What do you mean?" A boy cried out, "I'm getting out of here, this was the worst bus ride ever!" As he go up, you tried to shout at him to sit down. "BOY I WILL STRANGLE YOU, SIT YO' ASS DOWN!" And so he did. However this caused everyone to get all riled up, trying to look out the window to see what the problem was.

Suddenly this one girl screamed when she saw the bus was inches away from falling. "OMG WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!"

"WE AIN'T DYING, SIT DOWN AND DON'T MOVE AND WE'LL BE FINE!"

"Screw you, man! I'm livin' , you however can stay here and fall to your death!"

"Omg-" You whispered under your breath as the driver, you, and most kids tried to get kids under control until help arrived.

You, yourself started to panic. What if the Ninja's don't rescue you in time? Are the others okay? Anything coul have happened to them! Why couldn't Garmadon wait to attack UNTIL you've gotten home?! That way you could be with the others and know their okay.

Throught your thought the bus suddenly started to move. Everyone thinking it was falling forward and about to hit the ground, you all hugged each other and screamed. However, that wasn't the case. You peeked one eye open to look out the window. You saw buildings fly past as you did.

The bus was in the air, not falling to the ground. Most kids pushed each other away, your buddy did the same to you realizing they weren't falling.

You all ran to a window and looked up to see the Green Ninja's dragon hold up the bus. All the kids started to cheer for the Ninja.

You, however, were smiling like a dork. Out of all the Ninja's that culd save you you're favorite Ninja saves you?! Tell me your dreaming?

You felt the wheels on the bus hit a safe patch of road, the emergency back opening and all the kids ran outside to see the Ninja. You were the last to come out, You saw the Water Ninja in the distance, checking to see if kids were okay before leaving in her mech.

As you exited the bus, you were suddenly in the arms of the Green Ninja. He squeezed you tight, a relief laugh escaped his mouth.

"Oh thank goodness your okay! I on't what I woul do if-" Suddenly he stopped talking and you are literally just standing, frozen in shock and exciement. He pulled back and dusted off your sweater and cleared his throat, "If-If I didn't come and save you all." He awkwardly pats your shoulder and moved back, not wanting to scare you anymore.

"Are you okay?" He asked and you nod, slowly, still progressing that you are talking to the Green Ninja. "Good...good. Uh, I-I'd advise you stay inside, find shealter and don't come out until the all clear is given. You know, the ususal."

"I love you."

Silence.

"What?"

"Sorry! Sorry, that-that came out...weird. Uh,-" You chuckled awkwardly. You could see the blush the Ninja gave you as you said that. Even though his face was covered, you could see he was flustered by his stutters.

"Your-Your my favorite Ninja! You-You remind me so much like a friend." You admitted, your cheeks turning hot by the second.

"Uh-No-No I don't. Even if I did, who would-would that be?" He coughed.

"Uh, he's-he's name's Lloyd. And-And he's the best friend I can ask for. He talks alot, he cares a lot, he always makes sure I'm okay....like you did just now."

Shoot. Lloyd thought he was caught, but, "And I love that about him. He's just amazing in everyway! He's hair is soft, he's an amazing hugger, he makes me laugh when I'm at my worst. I just wish I could pick up the courage to tell him...I love him...."

You and the Green Ninja made eye contact. He was too stunned for words. You felt your legs shake as you realized what you have said.

"I-I'm sorry! You-You probably have no idea what Im blabbering about, or even who I'm-" "-I do!"

You gave him a confused look, "Huh?"

"I-I mean, I-I don't know..w-who you're talking about, b-but he seems like a nice guy...I-I just understand...how hard it can be...to tell someone you love them...." He chuckled sheepishly.

You both were quiet for a moment before you both coughed awkwardly, understanding the moment. You noticed the Ninja looked up and back down to you after he nods, "Uh, well. I'm glad your okay, sir. Please get to safety and...good luck..with that Lloyd dude, I have a feeling things will fo smoothly with you two." He pats your shoulder before running back to his dragon.

You watched as he saluted everyone who thanked them one last time before flying off.

Your pounded against your chest. A smile formed on your lips as you watched him dissapear behind a building. "Yo! Loverbird!" A voice threw you out of your trance. You looked over to see a kid from the bus cal over to you.

#lego ninjago #ninjago #lego ninjago x reader #lloyd garmadon #lloyd x reader #lloyd garmadon x reader #ninjago movie #ninjago lloyd #lego ninjago movie #ninjago lloyd x reader #ninjago imagines #x reader #imagines #colesluvr writes ★

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jess-fae · 7 months

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Mermaid au part 2

Note; I finally got around to finishing the second part woohh, btw i am sorry for the weird spelling errors i will hopefully fix it this time

Summary; Hobie is a pirate captured by the British navy and one day Y/N a mermaid finds him

Trigger warning; thoughts of death, angst, violence, dont worry happy end i promise

✦ "I want you to kill me, I cannot live this life." you looked into his eyes once you would have felt such love but now you felt nothing, it hurt deeply

✦and even if you wouldn't turn into seafoam like your sisters, this would be the only way to end this tragedy humans called life

✦ so you looked hopeful into Hobie's eyes hoping he would understand, after all, in these shared moments you two had there had to be at least a few where he cared for you too, right

✦ yet as those words had fallen off your lips Hobies mouth fell dry, he cursed the captain and the lieutenant and whoever let them take away such a big part of yourself

✦ you pressed the dagger into his hand, which he swiftly pulled back shaking his head and refusing even to touch the weapon that he was supposed to take your life with

✦ you knew you were asking for much but you couldn't help but feel a little betrayed, as you looked over to the water you questioned what all the men felt like when you drowned them and if it would feel any different for you

✦ "A can't, it aint righ' dove" he whispered as his hand reached out for your own, noticing the lack of small scales and claws that could have ripped out his heart out at any moment

✦tears began to swell in your eyes again as you whispered to yourself "From the sea we are formed, to the sea we return." it was an old saying spoken after or before the death of a mermaid

✦even though Hobie could hear you speak, he didn't understand the meaning of what you were saying, but he guessed it couldn't be to good as you starred into the ocean with your eyes full of longing

✦as you dropped the dagger and stood up to get closer to the edge of the small boat, Hobie grabbed your wrist stopping you from jumping off

✦pulling you close just as a crew member walked along the deck, his voice turning into a whisper "am sure there is a way where ya don' have to die love"

✦you sat back down, watching him closely as he thought, that's when it hit him, around a year ago he had saved a witch from being burned alive by angry chr*stians

✦" 'lright, I migh' have an idea but we gotta get these chains of." before he knew it you were climbing up the ship again, only to return a few minutes later with a old pair of keys

✦ you threw them down to him and Hobie immediately tried them on his chains that were trying his legs to the boat

✦ back down with him, you saw that familiar smirk dancing on his lips, "Do you promise if this doesn't work that you will put me out of this misery?"

✦the smirk faded and Hobie choked on unsaid words but nodded, the witch had to help you, she had too...

...

✦days passed and for you, it seemed like you were just aimlessly swimming around, boredom had gotten the better out of you as you leaned over the edge and let your fingers dance around in the water

✦watching as hobie rowed the boat, his slim but yet strong arms flexing every so often

✦he made jokes but you couldn`t laugh, still wishing that this would all end soon

✦ your eyes went back to the ocean, missing every moment where the cold water used to hug you like a lover would have, now it would just feel like chains tying you down longing for your death

✦another day had passed and hobie had finally found the island he had been looking for, praying to whoever would hear him and listen

✦he guided the boat through the swamp-like waters, till he saw the small wooden shed

✦the two of you stood in front of the door, knocking swiftly waiting for the witch to open the door

✦when the door opened a rather young beautiful woman stepped into view, her face falling into a smile as she saw hobie

✦you studied her closer as she pulled you two inside, her locs were long and put in a high bun with many of them falling out, her face was filled with golden piercings, and her body was wrapped in a long green dress that reminded you of the kelp forest you loved to explore with your friend

✦you found out her name was Eissa, and she asked what she could help hobie with, while he was busy explaining the situation to her you found yourself stunned by her house

✦it was filled with different magical items and trinkets that could only be found on the bottom of the sea

✦"Is there any way you can make her a mermaid again?" Hobie finished and Eissa looked puzzled, she walked over to one of her many bookshelves and picked up a book skipping through the pages

✦you could see her eyes widen after some time, "Hobie may I speak to you in private?" he nodded and told you to stay here before kissing your forehead and leaving into the other room

✦"How much are you willing to do for her?"

✦"Anything"

✦Eissa swallowed before she turned the book towards him, showing him that for such a ritual you would be required to eat a human heart, but not such any, one that was willing to give it up for you

✦the room was thickly filled with silence, hobies hand went to his belt grabbing hold of the dagger you had pushed in his hand when you asked him for the impossiable

✦ he looked at it closely before handing it to Eissa, nodding at her

✦soon enough he sat down and took his final breaths of air, he had gotten her into this situation

✦Eissa returned to the room with you inside and gotten her pot out, gently putting hobies heart inside

✦"w-where is hobie?" you asked looking back at the door hoping for him to step out of it at any point

✦"He can't be here turning the ritual" a lie. but it would be a waste to tell you as things were already done

✦soon you laid on a desk as your legs were tied together, Eissa handed you the heart which was still hot from being soaked in the potion

✦"You will need to eat it..."

✦eating a heart wasn't to strange to you, but you never did it as a human could it be very different?

✦it was definitely harder to chew and it wasn't as enjoyable as it was before but you had gotten it down eventually

✦pain shot threw your legs are you watched them grow back together and into the beautiful tail it once was

✦emotions came rushing through you, hate, sadness and love. love for hobie

✦ so you asked again and Eissa finally told the truth, cutting through the rope with you claws you crawled your way to the other room

✦where in fact you saw hobies lifeless body, your arms wrapped around him repeatedly saying his name hoping for him to wake up

✦your cries turned into a melody, a melody that had wrapped itself around hobies body

✦Eissa watched as the blood from his stained shirt started to flow back into the wound, how the color started to paint his skin again and how his chest started to rise and fall again

✦hobies heart wasn't gone, it was very well still there beating... just not in his own body

✦his hand held a deathly tight grip on your arm as his eyes ripped open and came back to the undead

✦everyone's eyes widen at the sight, hobies hand rushed to his chest as he looked down to it not seeing a wound anymore

✦ unbeknown to you, you were singing a form of a healing melody used on fellow mermaids, and since his heart was within you it had healed him

✦ your arms wrapped around him again, hanging onto him with your full weight which was more than when you were human bringing him down to the floor

✦"ergh ehm, I rather not interrupt your little reunion but, Y/N can't be on land for to long or just dry in general before turning into a human again, till she is drenched again. but good news, if you are to become human you wont experience emotional loss like you did this time."

✦Eissa explained reading from her little book, hobie picked you up and carried you outside to place you in the water

✦you thanked the witch over and over again before hobie and you took off again

✦out on the open sea sunset wasn't away for to long and you jumped into the boat with him, letting your tail hang of the side of the boat

✦"You know i still need to thank you for what you did, hobie" you said leaning against his shoulder watching the sun go down

✦"oh do ya love?" his asked playfully, smirking down at you

✦"How about we get you a ship again?"

Note: argghhhh they're so cute!!! anyways that was part two i hope you guys liked it. I am planning to make a third part with more cuter shizzel and maybe smut...

#hobie brown #hobie x reader #hobie brown x reader #angst

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idontknowreallywhy · 4 months

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5 - Essence

I did it! I finished a fic!

*makes note in calendar for this is a day to be MARKED*

Never mind that I already have a spin-off idea… this is complete. And, I’m actually really proud of it. There are clumsy parts, I can always see things I want to improve but I think the ideas are good and I like it.

Hope those who’ve enjoyed the previous chapters think I’ve done this part of Scotty and Virgil’s story justice. And will forgive how viciously I’ve tortured a metaphor…

Presence, Absence, Divulgence, Patience…

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Virgil and Scotty’s plan was simple. 726 meant 7th floor. His room was 625. So he just needed to get up one floor and along a room… unless the numbering was haphazardly allocated. But it probably would be fine.

They slipped out of the door and hurried away from the ruckus happening elsewhere on the psych ward. Virgil took a moment to wish whoever it was improved health very soon. They turned the corner. Well, Virgil did, Scott cut through the corner just to show off. Then they were out of sight and could breathe for a moment. Virgil clutched the pillow he’d brought in one hand and the waistband of the undignified pyjama pants in the other. Which meant no hand free to hold Scotty’s but he was in the lead and half way down the corridor anyway. So Virgil followed.

They’d get caught on the main stairs or in the lift so they were going to use the fire escape.

Scott hung back as they approached the door and let Virgil do the honours of leaning on the bar to open it. He jumped in horror as alarms blared and he clutched the pillow to one ear while trying to block the other with his shoulder, waistband still clutched with a white knuckled grip. Scotty gave him a meaningful look so he swallowed hard and leapt out on to the metal staircase. They were… a long way from the ground. As his brother had suggested, he dropped the pillow over the edge and watched it fall and land in a hedge. Then he tiptoed as quickly as he could up one floor and crouched by the door… hopefully nobody would look up. He closed his eyes and tried to tune out the harsh clanging noise which seemed to be trying to split his brain into two. The scent of cut grass and sun baked concrete was overwhelming after the antibacterial monotony of the hospital ward.

It worked like a dream. Three people came rushing out on to the stairway, one spotted the gleam of white below and they thundered down and down and down the stairs, the vibrations making Virgil’s teeth rattle. He hardly dared breathe. Scott however, refused to be stealthy and was standing on the railing doing a ridiculous victory dance. Virgil hissed at him to get down. He knew Scott wouldn’t fall, his balance was borderline superhuman, but it would be bad if he was seen.

Right, he had made it this far and still had his pants. Now to get on to level seven.

This part did not go to plan. They had forgotten… the fire doors only opened from the inside. Scott facepalmed in despair and Virgil told his brother not to blame himself… he hadn’t thought of it either. Ok. Take stock and work the solution.

The door wouldn’t give a millimetre. Scotty suggested smashing it with a rock but the rocks were seven storeys down along with the people he could still hear hunting them. Virgil looked around desperately. The window to the room nearest the fire escape was cracked open. It would have to do.

Scotty took him by the shoulders and looked him in the eye, smiling encouragingly. Virgil felt encouragement was all very well but how was he going to climb over there with one hand unavailable? He didn’t want to risk falling to his death without his trousers either. Scott suggested maybe if he’d got more rescue scout badges he’d be able to fix them. Virgil scowled at the familiar dig because he’d spent more time on music than tying knots and whatever.. but it did give him an idea. Mr Made-it-all-the-way-to-Falcon didn’t seem willing to part with his belt, so Virgil tore a strip off his pyjama top and bunched the waistband tight, tying the excess fabric together. Then cautiously let go. It held.

Alright.

He did feel a little wobbly as he climbed over the railing but hoped that was just a natural reaction to the horrifying drop below him rather than any lingering effects of the sedatives. Scott gave him two thumbs up then rubbed the back of his neck as he frowned over at the window. Virgil hoped he wasn’t having second thoughts because he couldn’t do this by himself. He hooked a foot around the railings behind him and feigned a confidence he didn’t have to bolster his brother by letting himself tip forward until his hands caught the windowsill. Ok. He pulled at the window to open it more and froze in horror.

It was a hospital. Of course every window would have a limiter on it to restrict how far it opened. So people couldn’t climb out.

Or in.

He looked back at Scotty who was in full pacing SmotherHen mode. Virgil could just ask his brother to pull him back and they could come up with another plan but found he didn’t want to give up yet. Resolutely not looking down he kept a firm grip on the windowsill with one hand and slipped the other into the gap, feeling for the mechanism that was causing all the trouble. There was a screw. He put all of his strength into forcing it loose, fortunately the fine motor control seemed to have returned along with his strength. He grunted with the effort then bit his lip. It wouldn’t do for someone to hear him now.

It moved! Then it spun and came off in his hand. He let it clatter to the floor, too late for stealth now, and pushed the window open wide. Thankful for the years working on his upper body strength he heaved himself through the window and slithered to the floor, landing with a thud and his trousers round his knees. His face burned and he scrabbled to make himself decent, looking in panic around the room for anyone who might have seen but… the room was empty. He sighed in relief and got to his feet.

This room smelled different. It was a different kind of empty to the ward he’d been on. The sort of empty that had recently been full then emptied suddenly but not yet scrubbed clean. Maybe the occupant had gone home. He hoped the occupant had gone home. Virgil stood there, a little lost all of a sudden, wondering whether he and Scotty would both get to go home one day.

Scotty squeezed his shoulder. That meant he was proud. Virgil glowed. It had been a pretty awesome stunt all things considered. They were a great team. And they were nearly there.

He opened the door slowly, silently and peered out. All was quiet. He started moving stealthily to the next room, but had to turn back to shush Scotty who was whistling nonchalantly. He’d get them caught! And worse, it was horribly off key. Virgil was sure he did it on purpose to annoy him.

The next room said 726! This was the one! He went to high-five Scotty and over-balanced slightly as his childish brother moved his hand away just in time. He really was an idiot. But he was Virgil’s favourite idiot so it was good he was here. He looked around one last time then tried the handle and pushed open the door.

And froze.

He’d got it wrong… must have misheard the number. This was some old guy’s room. The stench of antiseptic and panic was strong in here. Virgil clenched his fists in frustration and turned away. He’d just have to check every single room in the place. He knew his brother was here somewhere and he wasn’t sure when the chance to sneak away would come again.

He took three steps then froze as his brain caught up with the information his eyes had sent through moments before: Dad’s jacket was hanging on the back of the chair next to the bed.

Huh?

He shuffled back and looked again. Maybe just a similar jacket? A foot was sticking out from the bottom of the sheets, the man was tall like Scott, but it was thin and frail. This guy was about 80 and had a beard and looked… done. Poor guy.

He glanced at the name card that had been inserted into the slot at the foot of the bed.

Tracy, Scott Carpenter

His heart soared and plummeted within a single breathless moment. It must be a mistake… everything was wrong. The little of this body not padded by bandages was skeletal, ancient-looking. Where there should be strong warm hands were wires and splints and the darkness of bruising. The man’s cheekbones were like knives, below deeply shadowed eye sockets in which reddened eyelids flickered. Sweat beaded his face. The little hair visible beneath the dressings on his head was too long, the beard too… beardy. The click and whirr of the machine breathing for the stranger was alien. The heart rate monitor was agonisingly arrhythmic and definitely too fast. His brother’s pulse was always steady - Virgil had felt it many times through a tightly gripped wrist as they stood somewhere way too high and Virgil’s own heart raced in anticipation of the next crazy stunt. Or through a gentle thumb in a handhold when he was nervous. Or best of all ear to chest when surrounded by his brother’s arms.

There was a familiarity but… no. This wasn’t his brother. It couldn’t be.

He looked up at Scotty who smiled at him sadly and tilted his head towards the haggard face on the pillow. Virgil crept closer and slipped into the chair to study it. The ears were the same, except a little swelling behind and even more bruising. He couldn’t even start to think about any human could get into this state, let alone…

Virgil’s eyes dropped to the faint white scar on the bottom of the man’s jaw, just to the side of his chin. The relic of an old misadventure, barely visible under the patchwork of red and black and purple, but instantly recognisable to the boy who’d tried to tape it together with sticking plasters. If they’d owned up and his brother had got the stitches he needed at the time, it would never have scarred. But, as with so many things, those blue eyes had pleaded with him and he’d done his best to help.

He looked back over his shoulder to where Scotty had been standing guard, seeking his reassurance.

But he was gone.

He turned back to Scotty in the bed, heart torn into shreds by his inability to help this time. This was beyond sticking plasters and hugs and promises not to tell. His head swam and the other words that voice had said to his father, the ones he had refused to acknowledge or understand, came floating to the surface. The possibility Scott might not…

No. Not while Virgil still had blood in his veins. They were together now and everything would be alright.

He reached out a tentative finger and stroked the one small area of cheek that wasn’t obviously injured and then rested his head gently on the pillow alongside his brother’s, close enough that his face brushed the side of Scott’s but not so close he might cause painful pressure. Little brother inhaled deeply through his nose, seeking a semblance of calm to counter the fear rising in his chest and then held his breath, hardly daring to believe. Hiding behind the antiseptic and the plastic and the soap and the hollow cleanliness of it all, something was filling the emptiness. A faint melody, unique, as familiar as his own. A music that meant safety, and that he wasn’t alone. A music that meant home.

The constant erratic beeping noise slowed, almost imperceptibly, and fell into a steady rhythm.

A brand new score had been opened. But Virgil knew the notes now. They’d compose this next version together.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #scott tracy #virgil tracy #Tw: mental health #Tw: hospital #Tw: war #Presence fic

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First meetings preview

Don't come after me for any OOC behavior, I have a rather limited knowledge of all the of characters since I'm a rather casual fan. [Divider Credit: @cafekitsune]

Sometimes I wonder how my life has come this way.

Children are not my forte, though taking care of anyone is already a massive pain for me. And out of somewhere in my heart, I decided to take care of more than one child?

Seriously, what have I gotten myself into?

[First meetings preview]

The sound of a gunshot rang in her ears.

Amelia was no stranger to death, being called the Grim Reaper by some, death was as much her friend as that pit of endless despair she found herself in.

So, she watched; parents of a child that seemed no older than ten fell to the ground, their fates sealed as soon as they entered this wretched city. The crowd looked on in shock, some only gasped, some shouted while others simply looked on. Gotham City was the strangest kind of hell Amelia ever been to, that an assassination on two people from a moving circus only garnered mild reactions.

The Flying Graysons, the family of acrobats that were performing their usual trapeze act, now became another name in the soiled land.

Her eyes wandered over to where the murderer was, putting his gun away in his jacket as he prepared to run away. Perhaps she should have intervened, knowing very well that she could just smash the man’s head into pieces with a strike of her fist. Yet, there was a feeling in her gut that she should not do that, that there was more to all of this than just multiple wrong moves made by the circus as well as the family. Besides, she was sure that Batman, the caped crusader who acted like a Guardian of the Night, would find the murderer eventually.

She chose to get out of her seat, jumping right past the two rows of viewers, nearly hitting a few poor persons in the head. She landed on the ground with grace, fixing her hair with one hand as she walked into the light, shone down on the bleeding corpses and the crying child. She looked at the child with her usual nonchalant indifference, slowly approaching him while taking a look at the corpses.

One clean shot to the head for each.

It was easy to say that the killer was incredibly trained and had been doing this for years. It was also easy to say that whoever that hired the man, they really, really wanted the Graysons to be dead. Which made her wonder who was so determined to ensure that the couple died that they chose to hire an experienced killer to do the job.

A soft sob entered her ears.

She looked over to the boy, too stunned to clutch onto their corpses yet his arm remained outstretched. His body trembled, fear, pain, despair filled in those blue eyes. He did not look at her, he had not yet noticed her presence. Even with the crowd being dispersed and asked to get out, his eyes remained firmly on the bleeding corpses, the blood slowly starting to reach him.

Before the other circus members that were responsible for helping the crowd get out of the tent could reach her, she took off her black jacket and gently placed it around the boy. The sudden feeling of weight spooked him, causing him to look directly into her eyes. Yet, there was not much he could see, from her eyes or even her facial expressions as they remained neutral even as she kneeled down beside him.

“You will be alright.” It was the first words she spoke to him. Even with her cold and monotone voice, it sounded soft to his ears.

The jacket acted like a blanket due to their height and slight build difference, giving him some warmth even under the bright lights and the blood. He continued to stare at her, tears falling down like streams of water. Amelia flashed him a soft, almost warm smile that did not quite reach her eyes even if she tried.

“You will be alright, I swear.”

Those words were an anchor, tying both of them down to the current moment.

The jacket was left with the young boy after Amelia was forced out of the tent as the GCPD (Gotham City Police Department) arrived, she spared a glance at the poor boy before leaving the area altogether.

…

The sound of metal clinking.

It was not a bad sound per say, not the worst type her ears had caught. At least it was not swords or someone trying to break in. Her eyes wandered over to the strange car parked beside the alley, it clearly did not belong in the filth of Crime Alley, stench of trash stronger than anything else. The car seemed more like a tank, incredibly well-built, seeming like it could live through a ten-floor building with minor damages.

It was the Batmobile, not the first time she had seen one, mostly due to Grayson but oh well.

She noticed a figure immediately, kneeling on the back right as they held something in their hand. Her footsteps were quiet, not making a single sound as she walked on the balls of her feet, slowly approaching the figure.

She only then realized that it was a male teenager stealing the tire of the Batmobile. ‘Brave and stupid’

She approached the young man just as he took off the tire, her head tilted slightly as she stared at him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood upright, making his head snap towards the direction where she was at. He jumped, letting go of the tire but not the lug wrench, holding it tightly while his eyes turned from fear and shock to determination. The young man wanted to fight her, she knew that as much.

“Now then, I believe we could just talk, yeah?” She offered with an arm extended towards him.

“About what exactly?”

“As to why you’re stealing a tire, of course.”

Her words had struck a chord with him as he decided to start running for it right after she said that, still clutching onto the lug wrench like his life depended on it.

She just shook her head. As much as she could very easily just let him go, not that it would matter if she caught him, though there was something in her head that seemed to spin differently. A low chuckle rumbled through her chest as she watched him run, her eyes narrowed before darting around the area.

The teenager felt goosebumps surging all over his body along with his heartbeat, each thump feeling like a closer encounter with her. This was something he was not used to, something he would never have imagined, that he would be so terrified about a single person.

But his instincts honed from the streets told his gut that he should run.

“Now, you don’t look too good scurrying like a rat.”

Her breath hit his neck, making his eyes peek over to where she was. His feet continued to move, yet he could not feel the ground. His eyes looked down, realizing that he was picked off of the ground. Her hand holding him by the neck, just firm enough to hold him though the pressure was undeniably suffocating.

“Let. Me. Go.” The young man glared at her, his fingers gripping around the lug wrench.

A faint smile tugged on the corner of her lips, holding him closer to her while she murmured, “Come on now, let’s talk.”

…

Amelia’s senses had always been high.

She could hear every footstep within the area, every broken light flickering, every gasped and heavy breathing. Her eyes remained fixed on the bleeding man, every bone in his arms twisted, turned into mush. Yet she knew the man would be fine either way, his regenerative abilities were enough to ensure that he would live this encounter.

But there was something else she was more curious about. The pair of eyes staring at her from behind the tall grass.

“Tell your boss that he should try harder to kill me next time.” She threw the sword right back at the man.

The sword landed on the ground, the shiny blade stained with blood.

She only spared him one more glance before leaving, walking towards the closest door. Luckily for her, there was no one else in the area (aside from those pair of eyes) and she could leave safely; Unluckily for her, there was a really high chance that she might end up in Gotham News the next morning for her brutal fight.

‘I’m going to worry about that later.’

She stretched her arms, letting out a soft yawn as she walked towards the exit of the arcade. The moment she pushed the door and stepped out, the familiar bright white lights shone down on her. She let out a sigh, her body visibly slumping as she started to walk down the bright, endless hallway.

And the door swung once more.

She kept moving however, running her hand through her hair while looking at the ground. She could feel it as if the person was walking beside her, but they were not. Their footsteps were slow, cautious yet it felt a little clumsy, likely being fascinated by their surroundings.

She stopped abruptly, turning around to see who it was.

It was a young teen, younger than Jason when she first found him. He took a step back after noticing that she was staring at him. She cleared her throat, waiting for him to say anything. She could tell with a glance that the child she was dealing with was someone that had intelligence unlike the peers of their age.

“I’m…” His tongue was tied up anyways, unsure of how to get his point across.

“Well…” She paused, crossing her arms. “You better start talking or… I will just assume that you’re just a lost child and not a stalker.”

#jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson #nightwing #red hood #dc #batfam #bat family #red robin

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lazycats-stuff · 2 years

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Bruce Wayne x child! male reader

Summary: Bruce didn't think that hosting a gala would attract the criminals to crash his gala. Especially since it was a charity gala for a kids hospital. And he really didn't think that his youngest son would be taken.

Warnings: Child kidnapping, guns, violence, blood, the usual Batman violence, some random criminals kidnapping the youngest Wayne.

Bruce was a bit nervous. I know, not a word you would hear in the same sentence, but he was nervous for a good reason. He was going to host a gala in the manor and it would be the first gala of his youngest son, (Y/N). The boy is still a toddler and Bruce was worried about him being overwhelmed. Bruce knew that (Y/N) wasn't a fan of strangers. He knew that from the moment (Y/N) came to the manor.

He still remembers the day he came. The boy was around 3 at the time and his mother wanted nothing to do with him. She was one of Bruce's one night stands. At first he was a bit suspicious, but a DNA test was the only conformation he needed. He took the boy in the next day and it was...

Well, it wasn't easy. The boy was closed off and very tense most of the time, so Bruce and Alfred took it upon themselves to make the boy comfortable. Boys got included as well. Dick was playing with him, Tim liked reading to him before bed and Jason would draw with him. Now Damian, he was the most difficult one. He didn't want anything to do with him at first, but over time warmed up to him. (Y/N) had a protection squad consisting of Bruce and his brothers.

Bruce fixed his cufflinks and went to find his youngest. Bruce found him in Damian's room. He was sitting on the bed as Damian was tying his tie. (Y/N) was really excited and was talking while Damian was now fixing his own tie. Bruce couldn't help but smile. He knocked on the door and (Y/N) gasped.

" Papa! " (Y/N) jumped of the bed right into Bruce's arms. Bruce chuckled and picked him up. (Y/N) laughed loudly and hugged Bruce. Bruce hugged him back with his free arm.

" Are you excited? "

" Yes Papa! Damian said it's a lot of fun! "

Bruce mouthed a thank you to Damian before leaving the room. None of the boys are the fan of the galas, but they came to an agreement. For (Y/N), they would speak only good of these galas. They had hoped that (Y/N) would realize that these events are boring. They could only hope.

" Come on boys! "

Bruce smirked at the groans of displeasure.

(Y/N) was on cloud nine. He was having a lot of fun. Bruce made sure that he was always with some of them. Right now, Bruce was carrying him and talking to someone. Bruce looked at the clock. It was getting late for (Y/N) and Bruce was going to put him to bed soon. Bruce knew that he was getting tired despite his excitement. He finished the conversation and he looked for Alfred.

" Is it time for his bedtime master Bruce? "

" Papa no! I want to stay longer. "

"The deal was 20 minutes, no? "

(Y/N) pouted and Bruce gave him a kiss to the cheek.

" But papa... " He tried again, rubbing his eyes.

" You know yourself you are tired. "

" But pa- "

A gunshot rang out and (Y/N) was startled. Bruce was calm and turned him away from the intruders who were knocking out the security guards. (Y/N) was softly crying in Bruce's shoulder from the fear. Bruce was gently whispering into his ear to calm him down, while looking for his sons. They were all unharmed for now, but he wasn't so worried about them right now. He knew they could handle themselves, they had the training to back that up, but Bruce was worried about his youngest. He was patting his back gently.

" Why hello mister Wayne, just the man we were looking for. "

" What do you want? Money? "

" Not your first rodeo it seems. Is this the famous (Y/N)? "

Bruce tried to move away, but the clicks of guns stopped him. His son was the only thing in his mind and his heart broke when the leader took his son out of his arms. (Y/N) wasn't happy with the change.

" Papa! "

" It's okay bud. It's okay. "

Bruce could sense (Y/N)'s distress from a mile away. He was now distressed as well and he could only the imagine the stress levels on his other sons. The leader didn't seem like he was going to hurt him, but Bruce knew better. Being Batman, he saw a lot of things, none that were good.

" Now, me and this little guy are going to go. 20 million, we will tell you when and where. "

" Papa! "

Bruce's heart shattered from the fear and desperation. He smiled softly at his son in order to calm him down.

" It's going to be okay bud, I am going to get you, alright. "

" Papa! "

" Oh don't worry bud, your father simply has to listen to us and you will get back to your papa. "

" Papa... "

Bruce nearly fell to his knees from the weak tone.

" It's going to be okay bud. "

Bruce could only watch helplessly as they took his son away. He clenched his fists and took a deep breath. He couldn't go as Batman, but... There was a certain someone in Metropolis who could find his son in the matter of seconds. Someone called Superman. People were already on the phone with the police calling terrified and scared, but Bruce called Clark Kent. Apparently, Clark knew and was getting ready.

Bruce got off the phone as the police came. His only hope was that Clark could find (Y/N).

(Y/N) was softly crying in the dark room. He curled up and cried softly. He missed his dad and big brothers. He never liked the dark, that's why he had a night light, but the best remedy was sleeping with his brothers or father.

" Papa... " He weakly called into the darkness.

He raised his head when he heard gunshots. He whimpered and tried to curl into himself more. Superman opened the door and nearly cried when he saw his poor nephew.

" Hey bud... It's okay... "

Superman kneeled down as (Y/N) looked up. His eyes lit up and he ran into Superman's arms.

" It's okay, we are going to see your dad, alright? "

Superman gently picked up the boy and waited for Bruce to arrive. He already called the police to let them know where they were. It would be weird if he simply gave him over to Bruce without some formalities. He tilted his head to the right when he heard the sirens coming. He gently rocked him, humming something, trying to calm down his nephew.

Bruce was going to lose his mind. Nobody heard anything and he wanted nothing more than go out as Batman. Nothing more, but he couldn't.

" We have a location! "

That's when they all jumped into Bruce's car. Jason was going to go with his motorbike. Bruce probably broke 50 different laws and probably got 50 more speeding tickets. He parked near the ambulance and ran out. He was relieved once he saw his son in Superman's arms.

He ran to Superman ignoring the calls of his name.

" Papa! "

Bruce immediately took him into his arms.

" Yes, papa is here. I am here. It's okay. "

The boys made a protective circle and (Y/N) was passed around the boys. They all held him tightly.

" You are never going to go through this ever again. I promise you that son. I promise. "

And Bruce meant it. Bruce was going to make sure he was from now on. The boys also vowed to keep their youngest brother safe. But Bruce was going to make sure that stays true. He was going to make sure his son is protected, as both Batman and as Bruce Wayne. He was going to make sure of that.

#bruce wayne x child!male reader #bruce wayne x male reader #DC comics #dc x male reader #Damian wayne x male reader #jason todd x male reader #Dick Grayson x male reader #tim drake x male reader #x male reader #fluff and angst

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auroragehenna · 8 months

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AI-less Whumptober

Day 2 Overworked, insomnia, exhaustion

TW/CW: Stress positions, faux gentleness, forced to beg, intimate/creepy whumper, cracking defiance, isolation, sleep deprivation Words: 2'423

Adam rubs his hands over his face. He was getting frustrated with Lyra. Sure she got scared, but she didn’t budge. Not even an inch. “So much energy should be illegal.”, he groaned to himself. And then he had an idea.

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“Good morning, Thýma!”, Adam said cheerfully as he entered the pool area.

Lyra who was awoken by his goddamn loud glee, pushed herself up into a sitting position. Then she stopped short as her brain realised the nickname. That’s not good. That nickname means pain. “Haven’t seen you in a few days.” She says and yawns.

“I had some stuff I had to take care of.”, he grins.

“Plans to make because you were at your limit?”, Lyra asks innocently but with a shit eating grin.

Adam just chuckled darkly. He went to the edge of the pool, once there he brought his hands fourth, holding long heavy metal chains.

Lyra stared at the chains in his hands, she couldn’t do anything about whatever he was doing right now she decided. So she simply laid back down, head to the side to keep an eye on him. Couldn’t harm to get a few minutes more rest.

Adam chuckled when he saw her lay back down. His plan was looking good. He stood at the edge of the pool and aimed. It took him a few attempts but eventually he got the hook over one of the ceiling bars and down to the pool.

Lyra had watched him and as soon as the hooked chain came down into the basin her face hardened. That’s gonna suck. Adam now jumped into the pool and Lyra was sure he made a point to land extra loudly. But she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her flinch.

“Hey, Thyma, do you want to help me build this together?", Adam suddenly asked.

She rolled her eyes before she grumbled an answer: “I don’t know who you’re talking about but I’m the only other person here, so I’ll answer. Is that an order or a question?”

“A question.”, Adam sighed. “But if you don’t have enough strength don’t exhaust yourself.”

Lyra hissed. “I never said that.” With those word she got up and walked over to him. Mentally she detached herself from the situation and tried her best to switch to ‘special-interest-mode’. Once there she yanked the end of the chain more down to her.

Adam grinned. He loved how gullible she often was. He handed her a piece of rope and together with her help they knotted it around the hook. Lyra stepped back as Adam inspected the knots and pulled experimentally on them. When he was sure it wouldn’t give he turned around to Lyra. Lyra who was inspecting him closely. He smirked.

“A stress position. Really?”

“Mmh, that’s part of the process, yes.”, Adam hummed.

“Oh? Do enlighten me, what’s the rest of the process?”

“And ruin the surprise? No, no, no. That’s no fun.”, Adam replied. Then his demeaner changed, the glee left his face and his voice dropped as he spoke again: “Now come here.”

“Don’t feel like it.”, Lyra shot back in a pressed voice.

“Well to your luck it doesn’t matter what you want. Not in here. Here it only matters what I want. So come here before I force you and you go through even more pain.”

Lyra laughed out loud at that. “Do you still not get it?! I will never. never make it easy for you!” Adam let go of the leftover rope and charged towards her. She made a jump back and pulled her arms up. Simultaneously for protection and attack. Two primal instincts clashing. She managed to hold him off for a few minutes, landing one or two good punches and scratches but eventually Adam got a hold of her. Blood was slowly dripping from a scratch on her temple. He dragged her to the hooked chain and started tying her wrists above her head.

Lyra didn’t fight back anymore. She still had fire in her but right now that wouldn’t help. She’d rather save it.

When she was safely typed up Adam climbed out of the basin and went to the railing he fixed the chain on.

Lyra still a bit dazzled from a few punches to her head tried to think straight as she was suddenly yanked up. For one terrifying second her feet lost touch with the floor and her shoulders roared up in pain. Then she could blessedly feel the tiny tiles of the pool floor again. Standing on her tiptoes, with her arms stretched and pulled upwards by the chain she gritted her teeth, gaze finally locking onto Adam standing up on the edge of the pool. He was smirking down at her, of course he was, he always is, bastard!

“You will stay here for a while, and if you’ve had enough, you just let me know. I have this-pulls out a tiny walkie-taky-shaped thing out of a bag-baby phone so you can always contact me if you feel like it. I will also regularly check in with you, to make it easier for you. Don’t worry.”

“Do you even hear yourself!?”, Lyra asked enraged. Trying to ignore the blood still dripping down her face.

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

“Ugh…Well I hope you have time then. I won’t budge.”

“Yeah sure.”, Adam replied sarcastically. Then he turned around and left the swim hall.”

“Oh by the way Adam!”, Lyra called after him.

He stopped in his tracks, but only turned back his head. His captives’ face was dead serious. “Yeah?”

“Fuck you.”, she stated.

Adam just glared grimly and left.

---

Lyra was starting to hear the air shift. At least that’s what she believed by now. She had long given up on counting the ticks of the clock. Especially since Adam had checked in one or twice only to completely disorient her on how much time had passed. Lyra exhaled forcefully and unclenched her jaw. With that gone the pain in her whole body seemed to intensify by a thousand. Just ignore it, come on, as always, you have a high pain tolerance. Can’t give him the satisfaction.

At that thought she heard a crackling from that damn baby-phone. She turned her head towards it, rolling her eyes. “Speak of the devil.”

“Aww, were you thinking about me?”, Adam’s gleeful voice sounded through the device.

“Only about how I’m gonna kill you.”

“You seem kinda tense, you wanna lay down and take a short break or something?”

Lyra just hissed at him and looked away.

“Alright, have it your way, Ballerina.” And with that the crackling died, leaving Lyra alone with the pain she so sought to ignore.

For the next few minutes-hours-who knows she tried to remember every little thing about every topic she ever enjoyed learning. But the cramps were making it harder and harder to focus. So often her train of thought got derailed and she had to bite her teeth together and hold out the new wave of pain until she got back control.

---

After she couldn’t think of any more lore to that one cartoon she saw a long while ago her mind blanked. There was no more distraction material left. And to Lyra’s horror a chocked sound between a whimper and a groan escaped from deep in her throat. Her head, that had long fallen down, the blood long dried, snapped up, her eyes locking on to the baby-phone.

“Oh yes. I heard that”, Adam’s triumphant voice answered the panic flaring up in her.

“You didn’t hear shit!”, Lyra yelled back but it again sounded chocked. She only heard Adam chuckle as a response and the crackling died again.

After a few moments the curtain was moved to the side, gently, and Adam appeared. He sat down at the edge of the pool and then swung himself into the basin.

Lyra watched him approach, there wasn’t much more she could do. Once he was close to her she mustered up enough salvia to spit on the tiles right before her ex-friend.

Adam raised his eyebrows, looked like he wanted to comment something but then apparently decided against it. Instead he raised his arm and gently cupped the girl’s cheek. When she spasmed away he put his second hand on the other side of her face. Careful not to open the wound again, not now anyway. “Come on, you must be in horrid pain.”, he said gently, “If you come down now you won’t suffer from that bad of an afterpain. And we can relax a bit. What would you say to Ramen and Harry Potter? You can even choose which one.”

Lyra’s face was first filled with a burning fire of hatred and pride, later there was a scent of grief mixed into it.

“Unfortunately I have to decline. Asshole.”, she spit out. Even if less fire-y than before.

“Okay”, Adam moved his left hand to stroke her hair as he talked, “just know, if you change your mind you can always let me know.”

Lyra scoffed, held her head up high, even if the muscles were trembling and grinned at him. “Get it silly boy, this won’t work.”

“Oh Lyra…It already is.” And with that he gave her a little swing that drew an involuntary wince and left.

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Lyra had been repeating her own rules over and over. Back and forth and left to right. She couldn’t fail. Not again. But her brain got slower and slower until at some point she started falling asleep. And eventually her consciousness slipped away completely. Her dreams only brough slight relief though as they were filled with running, falling, lights and shadow figures. Right when she thought she escaped the shadow figures she got awoken by sharp pain exploding in her body. A scream ripped from her throat with eyes flying open. Looking directly at Adam’s sadistic joy.

He removed the taser from her torso and her body fell down again. She hadn’t even noticed that it convulsed but now her arms were in even more pain from the harsh movements. With effort she held back tears as she looked at Adam.

“That. Was beautiful Darling!”

Lyra just stared at him, for a moment taken off guard by the absolute twisted joy painted into her opposite’s mimic.

Adam’s drank in her heavy breathing for another second then he in a matter of seconds calmed down and shifted his expression to one more gentle and caring. “It’s not sleepy time yet, dear”

Lyra bit back her rage at him, didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing it. And since she couldn’t muster up any other reaction that rage she simply ignored him.

Adams sighed, stepped back, and started walking back. When he turned around he mumbled, just about audible for Lyra: “You’re gonna harm yourself more than me.”

---

This had gone on forever. She was hanging here, when she fell asleep he was quick to come and taser her awake again. Her stomach was empty and hurting, her throat had been forcefully given the bare minimum of hydration by Adam. The silence screaming in her ears and exhaustion settling deep in her. She was so exhausted. Every time she made a mistake, every time she even if only slightly gave into Adam’s charade she made a point to double her game the next time. But she was getting fucking tired. Even now she was nearly asleep again, even if she was scared of getting shocked again. But she just didn’t have the strength. Her head jerked up with the new shock but this one was over as soon as it started. Her body dropped and fire erupted in her numbed arms. By now they felt like they were internally bleeding.

Adam helped her lift her head and looked at her.

Since he wasn’t saying anything Lyra took the word: “How…How long…?”

“How long what, Lyra?”, Adam asked gently.

“How…long have I…b-been here?”

“Nine days.”

Nine days. Nine. That’s enough, right? I made my point, right? Nine days is pretty good. I can still do better next time. I just need a break. It’s not giving up, right? I’m not…breaking. “Let me down…Please…”

Adam’s muscles were working overtime to hide how overjoyed he was. “I would love to. But you need to ask me the right way.”

A tiny whimper escaped Lyra’s throat and her gaze drifted off. When she looked back at Adam it was with pleading eyes. As that did nothing, she took a shuddering breath and spoke again: “Please…Please Adam. Let me down, I can’t anymore. Please…”

Adam stroked her sweaty hair. “One more thing, then I will let you down and make you feel better. Just one more thing, come on.”, he nudged her.

A single tear rolled over Lyra’s cheek as she whispered: “Let me down, please, I’m begging you.”

Adam wiped away the tear on her cheek, pulled out a knife and cut her arms free of the rope. She surely would have crumbled together on the floor if he hadn’t put his arm around her waist. “Careful now, careful.” He warned her.

-Lyra knew she hated this, and him but she was so tired. So just for now…-

“Otherwise it’ll hurt too much. Carefully he lowered her to the ground until she was sitting. Then he very slowly helped her lower her arms and held her as she silently cried and shook in pain.

When her fingers finally touched the ground again and the pain was back to normal she was ready to just pass out.

“Don’t fall asleep yet, Lyra.”, Adam intervened, “Let’s first get you somewhere more comfortable. Then you can get some sleep, and afterwards let’s get some soup and a movie, hm.”

Lyra only managed a nod but still, against her will, her eyes fell closed and she didn’t have the strength to keep them open anymore.

Adam sighed, then wiggled his arms under Lyra’s arms and legs and picked her up. With her in his arms he climbed out of the basin and walked behind the curtain of the boy’s changing rooms and showers. There he makes some space on the mattresses he has spread out on the floor and lays Lyra on them. Then he threw the blanket over her and turned off the lights. He left the room to make soup and to in peace feel his triumph.

Taglist: @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11, @ailesswhumptober

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fixfoxnox · 1 year

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COUGH COUGH WHEEZE COUGH

Warnings: degradation, rough sex, bondage

Jackson gave a loud gasp, his head buried in the sheets as pleasure pounded through his body. He couldn't form any coherent thought, his mind focused solely on the feelings that the man behind him was wringing from his body. He tried to move his hands, tried to squirm, but his effort was useless around the rope that tied his wrists together and the bruising grip on his hips.

He received a harsh slap on the ass for his attempts to move. "I told you to stay still," the voice was nothing more than a low chuckle, twinged with a thick accent. Jackson could smell the smoke from the cigar the man had lit before tying him up. "Can't even follow a simple instruction. If you'd been on my team, you wouldn't have lasted a week." Price slapped his ass again, hard.

"Sorry!" Jackson called out desperately, his voice high and needy, "Sorry, sorry, I won't do it again, swear it!" His voice had already devolved into the usual Southern lilt he got in times like this. "Please, please move!"

Price was seated fully inside of him, hard and unmoving as he stretched Jackson out and kept his face pressed into the bed. They'd been like that for some time at that point and Jackson was getting desperate. His cock was hard and leaking between his legs and he didn't know how much more of Price's teasing fingers tracing gently over his balls or his hips occasionally giving a harsh little roll before stopping that he could take.

"I told you," Price scolded lowly, "I need to finish my cigar first. Be patient." His hand rubbed soothingly over the red marks that he'd left on the man's ass. Jackson gave a whine in response to his words, burying his face back into the sheets as Price gave a rumbling chuckle. "Or, you could always beg some more," Price ran a hand over the curve of his back carefully, tracing Jackson's spine with his fingers, "Maybe I'll change my mind."

"No you won't," Jackson whined, his face bright red, "You'll just laugh at me and call me a desperate slut like last time."

Price grabbed tight to his hair, yanking the younger man's head away from the sheets so that he could get a good look at his embarrassed face, a grin on his lips as he took the sight in, "Well you are a desperate slut," he commented, "can't even wait for me to finish my cigar. Bet you're close just from this, aren't you? Pathetic."

Price didn't give Jackson a chance to respond. He tossed his cigar away quickly, fixing his hands in a bruising grip on Jackson's hips once again. He was quick to begin fucking into the man under him at a quick pace, giving him no room to breathe. Jackson could do nothing but moan out at the feeling, letting himself be fucked at a bruising pace by the man behind him.

Price made quick work of him, pushing his already worked up mind toward its release. He knew when he nailed the younger man's prostate by the way that he jumped and a moan tore from his throat. With a quick adjustment, he was hitting that spot inside of him with every move.

Jackson couldn't get any noises beyond choked out little gasps of pleasure to escape him, his mind completely gone. Even as Price wrapped a hand around his throat and pulled his face from the bed, hardly anything could escape him other than those desperate little gasps. The realization pulled a choked out laugh from Price.

"So that's all it takes to get you to shut the fuck up? Just a cock splitting you open? Fucking knew you were desperate little slut. Knew you were this pathetic." The insults and harsh words went straight to Jackson's cock and the pleasure of it all was too overwhelming. Soon tears were pulled to his eyes, little gasped out sobs ripped from his chest. It was just too much for him to handle. The sight only made Price moan, "Thats it baby, cry because of my cock. I'll make you choke on it later, you'd fucking like that wouldn't you? Sucking me off like the pathetic thing you are."

Jackson could only nod as he was forced to take everything that Price gave him. It was too fucking good, too fucking perfect. He'd be sore in the morning, he could tell already. And he was sure that Price would make good on his threat to make him choke on his cock at some point before they had to leave one another. John Price never made a promise he wouldn't keep, and Jackson relished in that fact.

Wow guys this is crazy I wonder who would write this 🥸

#captain price smut #captain john price #paul jackson #price x jackson

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from-nobody-to-nightmare · 1 month

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Chapter 5: Out of the Garden

“You cannot mourn the life you haven't lived yet, only one that has already gone. You will never know the meadows you could grow if you are fixated on the ashes of a garden you never had.” ― Nikita Gill, Where Hope Comes From: Poems of Resilience, Healing, and Light

“So, ummm…. Mr. Morde; how exactly do we go about fulfilling our deal? Is there like a magic spell or…..?” I pondered nervously while rotating my index fingers around each other.

“Ahem…” He cleared his throat. “ It would be more prudent to journey to more skilled hands to harvest the most out of your fleece. Come we have quite a jaunt ahead of us.” he gestured with a beckoning hand.

And so I followed close behind him while rubbing my left arm to steady my feelings of trepidation. Well, I tried to follow anyway. He moved through the foliage with little effort on his part and between the wool now covering most of my eyes and my nearsightedness he looked like a blurry smudge of liquid shadows the further he was away from me. It figures my vision problems would follow me here, I wonder what else has. “Hrmmm….” A low grumble left my mouth as I repeatedly brushed my overgrown bangs out of the way only to have them flop back into place the moment I let go. “This is getting annoying…..” I made a full stop as I searched my person for some loose thread or something to tie it back with. My gown was torn enough that I could feel the rough edges and tears the cloth accumulated in my short stint so far; I figured another rip wouldn’t matter anyway. It took me some effort to rip off a section to a decent size, but I finally managed to bunch my bangs back into my hair and tie it down. And then I rapidly undid it to try and fix the tugging sensation that followed soon afterward. “Argh!, I wish I had a hairbrush,” I mumbled to myself.

On my second attempt, I tried carding the wool on my head with my sharp-looking hoof fingers. “Ow….ow…..ow….ow” Well, they weren't sharp by the feel of it. If I had to guess they were actually kind of blunt, like a dog or a bear; in any case, I did a better job tying it back the second time around. I then looked up to see nothing but blurry greenery around me and no escort in sight. “…Uh-oh…” I scraped a rough arrow pointing forward on the ground with my newfound hoof so I wouldn’t get turned around, and made a general attempt to scan my surroundings. It…. was useless. I couldn’t see him even if I tried. Everything was nothing but blurry greens and shadows from the canopies. “ Well, this is just peachy,” I grumbled.

“I wonder if he’s noticed I’m not behind him anymore? I hope he comes back.” I casually crossed my arms and held my chin in one hand; my eyes squinting to try and focus on what little I could see. I felt a creeping shiver run through me as my ears stood at attention to some unexpected rustling in the foliage behind me. Feeling something graze my skin gave me the heebie-jeebies, which made my fist ball up tight as my mind flashed back to the junkyard I escaped from. Panicking in one swift motion I jumped and closed my eyes which were tearing up while I turned around and punched. “Yah!!!” I yelled as I felt the hit connected to something and opened my eyes to try and see what it was. Lo and behold it was the tall dark figure I was waiting for as he was slightly hunched over wincing while lightly clutching his abdomen. I covered my mouth and gasped as I tried to find the glowing green features that made up his face. Getting an even closer look at it was rather surreal. It was like having a grimacing black jack-o-lantern with a glowstick inside, though I probably would never tell him that, at least not now. I snapped back out of my head, “Oh my goodness gracious! Mr. Morde I am so, so, so sorry! It was a reflex! Are you alright? I didn’t know you were there.!” I gibbered out numerous apologies in rapid succession after that. My face was flushed with the embarrassment of accidentally hurting the one person so far in this realm who was trying to help me.

He held up one of his large hands towards me to stop talking and I froze. My eyes were still wide from shock and I felt my ears pin themselves back against my head. Zestial fixed his posture and stood up straight again. “Miss. Nellie, though I could commend thy quick action against perceived threats; might I remind thee that thou art in no position to contend with the denizens of this realm without proper knowledge.” My eyes started to water so I looked away at my feet and rubbed the back of my neck nervously avoiding his less-than-pleased gaze. “Once again I'm very sorry. It wasn’t quick thinking or anything it was a reflex.” I uttered sheepishly.

“Had I not lived so long I would have found that quite incredulous, little one.” he slowly walked past me and gazed back at me. “Come, and stay close this time.” I huddled my arms into my chest and hung my head low following behind him. We dipped back into the foliage to get back to the main path as my eyes tried to focus on the dark shape ahead of me; it wasn’t long until I got whip-smacked in the face by a low-hanging branch from one of the trees and knocked to the ground.

Wuh-PSSSH!

My eyes were watering in pain as I gingerly rubbed the bridge of my nose. “Ah jeeze that smarts!” Sitting back up with my eyes all closed and watery I called out to Zestial, “Mr. Morde are you there? I can’t see you anymore.” My ears picked up the rustling leaves nearby again small distance away. As embarrassed as I felt, I was elated that he responded this time. “ Oh my, It has naught been more than a few minutes and thou hast already been waylaid again. Pray tell is this some sort of jest on thou’s part? I tire of such amusement, child.” The agitation in his voice was evident and very disconcerting. “I’m sorry; I couldn’t see the branch coming at me. Everything looks kind of the same for me at the moment.”

I heard an irritated sigh, “ Tell me, lamb what do I appear as to thee? What can thou see encompassing thee? ”

I wiped my eyes on the edge of my torn gown and squinted, “ Well I see a lot of green, but it looks like someone smeared paint everywhere, and you look like….” I paused with uncertainty trying to find the least offensive way to say this, “ a thin long shadow? I can’t really see your face from here; even your hat just blends into you.”

“ Where are your spectacles lamb?”, he sounded less upset than before.

“I don’t know. I suppose my glasses didn’t make it down with me. Are they supposed to?” I tilted my head in questioning bewilderment.

“Such articles often do, but ‘tis only if you perished with them on your person. I suppose this was not the case,” he replied.

“Well they usually take everything off your person before surgery so I guess so.” I got up and dusted myself off. Trying to get my eyes focused I squinted at him. “ Umm…. may I please hold hands or something until we get out of here? I already feel bad about the impromptu delays.”

“I think that would be prudent, so very well.” I gave him a small smile at his reply. I stretched out my hoofed hand to grab his hand softly and we set off again.

The audible clack of my hooves on the pavement signaled our exit from the more woodsy part of the park. My thoughts began to stray again. Was it a park? A garden? I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve ever been in one so big before. I wonder how many people got lost in there? Are there bands of feral demons deeper in? My spine shuddered as my mind swam in possibilities and probabilities. This was supposed to be hell after all. Who knows what else is out there beyond the path I so recklessly abandoned? I decided that it was best to forget about that now and just count my blessings, and try to make small talk. “Yay, we’re finally back on the path!” I tried to show mild enthusiasm. “It’s kind of nice to see another color besides green and fuzzy red polka dots.” I guess what I said wasn’t a particularly stimulating conversation with my travel companion, best to pick a different subject then. “So uh…. Mr. Morde, do you like….” come on Nadia think of a subject, think! “ Art? Do you like art?”

“I do. Frankly, I find very few that do not enjoy it in some capacity.” I felt a light smile crawl out of my soul when he replied. “I know I love enjoying art when I can. I always wanted to go to museums when I was alive, unfortunately, the best I could do at the time was to look through art books at the library. I mean it’s great to know what they look like but I never could get the sense of scale. Numbers on paper often fail to capture the immense size of some of them. Do you remember any art that you liked?”

“Many a work was oft kept within the halls of nobility and the church in my day. Though public viewings of said art were not common unless one was very lucky to be invited. Architecture has always been on display for all, and the sun shining through the cathedral windows was simply magnificent. However, I feel that the paintings and tapestries that I once knew have already ceased to be.” his wistful candor spoke volumes to me and jostled my memory of a screen reading Everything not saved will be lost. And even with our best efforts, they can still disappear.

All I could respond to him at that moment was, “I’m sorry I didn’t think the subject would be so depressing. I…in retrospect, I probably have seen more art than most people would in their entire lifetime, and I’ve died pretty young as it is.” I thought I saw him nod back so my ears perked up to hear him better.

“True. Generations long after me have had better access to information than I did, I envy them for that. But everything in the world of the living eventually trickles its way down. Perchance we will reencounter the very things we wish to experience, and if not make our own to rival the living.”, that came off almost hopeful even if it was a pipedream.

I barely noticed the change in our surroundings as our talks continued. Trees and bushes gradually made their way into buildings and street lamps. Unconsciously I squeezed his hand a little tighter for security. I looked without looking, but all I could see were long blurry dresses and what I assumed to be large hats. The place still had that eggy smell, but I occasionally smelled the myriad of perfumes and earth colognes that people wore when I walked by some of them were rather pleasant. We paused at a large building tinged in all shades of red like one of those monochrome watercolors. I heard the jingle of the shop bell as the door squeaked open as we stepped inside.

Character Banners By @rubra-wav

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Of Verses and Curses: Chapter Twelve

Last night all the horrible Things in life stormed through my dreams, And I just want to shut it up Shut it down, Or shut it off.

Author’s notes:

The next chapter, Chapter Thirteen, will be the last one.

Thank you for reading.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve - His Greatest Fear

It was just ahead of the morning sun’s first rays when Phantom carried Woodrow home, before the early risers of Palette Prime could see them return. He floated up to the large window of his third-story room, from which they had left, then opened it from the outside, entering and closing it behind them, leaving behind the somewhat indignant cloud.

The two of them washed up a bit from being amongst the dirt and the leaves, but the feel of the past couple hours could not be washed off: the smell of the woods and the cool air of that night was part of them now, forever. For they had made a commitment in that forest, whispering in each other’s ears. They were together now, the fallen singer and the self-silenced poet; they were… many things. The word boyfriend made Woodrow feel giddy as a schoolchild, as if his heart could rise up into the heavens; the word lover made him feel warm all over, as if he could melt into the planet itself and become one with all its beauty. And the word partner made him feel as if he could fight off any force in the universe with his bare hands, with his darling by his side.

When the two had cleaned off - and cleaned each other off, to some extent, picking pine needles out of each other’s messy hair - they went back to bed, and did not leave it for a long time, until the light of the sun was well up. A warm glow seemed to fill them just as it filled the room; the kisses and caresses were endless, and everywhere- and gentle, of course, as Woodrow was still injured.

At some point the two both jumped at the alarming ring of the rotary phone near the bedside. Phantom reached over and picked it up.

“Hello? …. Oh, thank you, I shall be down for it in a little while… oh? Ah! Ah, I see… Tell them I will be there in a few minutes. … Yes, that should be fine. Thanks again.”

He hung up the phone. “Well, darling, your coat is ready. And- we have visitors.”

“Sweets and Dryad?” said the warden, propping himself up onto his elbow.

The other nodded. “They want to check in on you, which is understandable. Although they could have given some warning- it’s a little early…”

Woodrow looked over at the clock ticking away on a nearby wall. “It’s nearly eleven… I hadn’t realized.”

“Oh!” said Phantom. “Is it now? Time flies, I suppose, when… well, you know.”

He rose and quickly put on his favored outfit. Before he entered the bathroom to fix his hair, he tossed the oversized blue robe onto the bed. “You’d best put this on again,” he said. “You’re a little overdue for having your bandages changed, but - I hope they won’t notice.”

After a couple minutes the singer emerged again, having made his hair as presentable as he could in a hurry.

“Tom,” said the warden, sitting up and tying the robe around him. “Should we tell them? About us?”

“Well, I will leave that up to you. They are your dearest friends, after all.”

“Hmm,” said Woodrow thoughtfully. “...No. No, I should like to wait a bit. Until I feel better, and we can celebrate properly.”

“Fair enough,” said the other. “Hopefully that day is soon.” Then he left to go retrieve the guests. The warden sighed and laid back, putting on his glasses and tucking the blankets over him, the bed already feeling so cold and empty.

In no time at all he had returned, carrying Woodrow’s coat on a hanger (which he put into the room’s wardrobe), and leading the lumberjack and the Dryad into the suite. The forest spirit looked a bit anxious, as she usually did when further from the woods and confined within buildings in town; Sweetlopek’s home, fashioned as it was from a natural stump, was an exception where she felt comfortable. Nevertheless, her eyes lit up when she saw the warden.

“Oh, Woodrow, you look so much better already!” she exclaimed, rushing to his bedside. “Do you mind if I inspect your wounds?”

“Greetings, Dryad,” he said with a smile. “Go ahead.”

“Hey Woody,” said Sweetlopek, coming over as Dryad went to go wash her hands before dealing with the bandages. “You really do look good.” A fair amount of relief was on his face - Chipper, who was with him today, seemed quite pleased as well. “So uh, nice job,” he said, turning to Phantom. “Sorry about havin’ my doubts at first.”

The “doctor” couldn’t help beaming with pride; a feeling that only increased when Dryad took over changing the bandages and applying the medication this time, and declared that he was healing spectacularly. “You should be good to be a bit more active today,” she told the injured warden. “I recommend you go on a little walk with Phantom, if you’re up to it. Perhaps you should go to your house and get some of your things, if you’re going to stay here a while.”

The former singer and the erstwhile poet both agreed that sounded lovely. And later, after spending some time talking and passing time with Sweetlopek and Dryad, they decided to do it as a group, and then come back for lunch at the hotel’s restaurant. They made their way to Woodrow’s house, where he retrieved his beloved hat (which he put on above his new bandages), his umbrella and his bow-tie, thus feeling rather like himself again. He also tried to get his briefcase, to get some work done (warden work, not poetry)- but Dryad insisted he leave it behind. “I don’t really know much about politics,” she said, “but SURELY it can wait a few days.”

It was a lovely walk, and a lovely lunch, and a lovely day- Woodrow knew he would remember this day forever, at least its overall impression. Its events were already a blur, but the feeling of it all was irrepressible and swelled his soul to bursting. The sun was bright, the birds were singing, on his dear planet of which he had been given charge; he was with friends, he was in love and he was loved. How easy it was to forego poetry! What did he need it for, anyway? He had all he needed. The world was a poem in itself that needed no further belaboring.

It was hard for him and Phantom to keep their secret, and the time in which they had to keep their lips away from each other’s seemed to stretch on and on; but after lunch, when they bid their friends goodbye, they went back to the room and lost track of time again.

Every now and then, a slight bit of fear would creep into Woodrow’s mind, like the foul tendrils of darkmess that had recently infested his planet. What of the future? What if he can’t, or won’t, stay on this planet much longer? What of YOUR future, you fool of a poet? You can’t run from yourself forever …. But for now, it was easy enough to drown these thoughts out in a kiss, an embrace. He would think about them later, or maybe… maybe… he swooned, dizzy with passion… maybe never. The future and the past did not exist. Nothing mattered but the moment.

That night as they were falling asleep, with the curtains of the bed closed, and holding each other, the warden asked drowsily, “Will you take me to the forest again tonight? To sing?”

“Of course,” said the other, lifting the tip of one of his partner’s pressed-down ears and raising it to his lips. “I will sing for you every night, and hopefully better and better, until one day I can give you a full song, a hymn of devotion, a full tribute to my love.”

“Mmmm,” murmured the other, smiling in the dark. But he fell asleep thinking, if only I too, could pay you a tribute… if only I could put all that I am, into showing you all that YOU are…

Phantom was up for a while yet. He was somewhat nocturnal by his ghostly nature, and not quick to fall asleep, even with someone by his side. He lay there, caressing the other, holding him, wondering how someone like himself, after all he had done, could deserve the pure heart of this gentle writer.

Woodrow murmured something.

“Oui, mon amour?” Phantom responded.

But the warden didn’t answer. Phantom listened closer and realized he was mumbling in his sleep. It seemed to be nonsense, largely unintelligible… but every now and then he could make out a word. Something about birds, and trees, and nests. Tom smiled softly, his heart ablaze. Gentle creature of the forest… even in his sleep he thought about the woods to which he was bound. How could he not give his heart completely to such a man? He fell asleep, feeling like he was melting with joy and affection into the figure beside him.

Hours later, the singer opened his eyes. He was naturally in tune with the moon and the stars, and had set no alarm, relying on his internal clock to awaken him when it was time to sing.

And he realized, immediately, that he was alone in the bed.

He reached out his arm, feeling nothing; then sat up and opened the bedcurtains. He then turned on the bedside lamp and looked around the room, noticing quickly that the door to the hallway was wide open.

Phantom’s eyes grew huge in the dim light. He was gone… The ghost felt his whole body go cold with shock, with hurt… Well, maybe he had just gone out to get some air-

It was then that he noticed his beloved’s glasses still on the bedside table; his hat and his umbrella hanging up near the door where he had left them. He arose and peered into the wardrobe; his coat was there too.

Wherever he had gone, he had gone naked. Phantom grew colder still, feeling like a bag of ice, realizing it had only been a couple days since Woodrow had last wandered off semi-senseless at night, and what had happened then. He quickly threw on some clothes, including the large black coat he had wrapped the warden in yesterday, and rushed out the door.

Passing down the staircase, through the deserted hotel lobby and out through the front door (which also had been unlocked from the inside and left ajar), he panicked, looking around the quiet starlit streets of Paletteville, having no idea where to begin- and then he felt something damp around his ears. Relief of a sort washed over him - of course.

“Hello, little cloud,” he said, holding out his hand, and Jinx hovered over it- but not peacefully, for she was bobbing with agitation. In the starlight, he could barely make her out - but just enough, so that he could follow her quick movements away… down the streets… out of town… across the bridge.

Has he gone home? Phantom wondered, but the cloud led him in a different direction than the warden’s house, across the fields and towards the forest. Finally Jinx stopped at the top of a little rise; Phantom reached it, and looked down into a ditch on the other side, formed by a small creek that ran as a tributary into the river - a familiar white form was lying splayed at the bottom, the shallow water running past and over his legs.

The ghost dove downward at once, in a panic. He took off his coat and scooped his beloved out of the dirt and water, bundling him up in its fabric. Woodrow’s eyes were closed, and he did not appear too hurt, other than his existing bandages which were now quite dirty; he was breathing, and in fact, as Phantom picked him up, he started again with the mumbling.

But in a moment he came to his senses, awakened to an outpouring of kisses all over his face, interspersed with a chatter of “love” and “darling” equivalents in a great variety of languages. He blinked and looked up at the man holding him in the starlight. “Songbird?” he murmured groggily. “Where am I? Are you taking me into the woods again?”

“Tristan! You’re alright- you- you tried to take YOURSELF, amore mio. What in the heavens… were you sleepwalking, darling?”

“I…” the poet looked around him, confused as to where he was. “I… I suppose?”

“Come, let’s get you back home and cleaned off,” said the other. “There shall be no singing tonight, I’m afraid.” As he carried him back to the hotel, and the warden clung to him tightly, Phantom asked, “Is this something you do often?”

Woodrow shook his head. “Not… not that I’m aware. Of all the things that happen to me, sleepwalking is not a common occurrence.”

“Hopefully it shall stay uncommon,” said Phantom, “But from now on I shall lock the door to our room. Possibly even put a chair in front of it.” He kissed the top of his lover’s head, on his bandages. “We can’t have you wandering off again, senseless as to where you are and what you are doing. I am… so sorry I didn’t notice and awaken earlier…”

“It’s not your fault,” said the other. But he himself seemed increasingly worried, even guilty.

When the two were once again in their room, Phantom cleaned the other off with a warm and wet towel as they sat on the alcove-bench near the bay window.

“Dearest,” he said, “You must be honest with me. You were mumbling in your sleep last night, before I joined you in slumber, and… at first I thought little of it, aside from how endearing it was. But you were writing a poem, in your dreams, were you not?”

Woodrow looked down, the tips of his ears twitching, as Tom held his hand and wiped the dirt from his arm, inspecting for any scratches or further injury. “Yes, I think you are right,” he said. “The memories are vague now, but I believe… I was dreaming that I wrote you a poem, that I sang it to you, like you sang to me. And that nothing bad happened afterward.”

Phantom sighed, not knowing what to say. He went to the bathroom and returned with a fresh towel after a moment. “My darling,” he said, continuing to gently wash the other, “I cannot sing, but not from lack of desire. I wish I still could; I wish it with all my heart, but my abilities were taken from me. You, however, CAN pursue your art, your life’s passion, and you are keeping it suppressed. I cannot imagine the strength it must take… but there is no need for such torture. It is making you sick, my dear.”

“Well, Tom,” said the other softly, “It is as you said. It shan’t be fair if I write, and you cannot sing…”

“I don’t care about that!” exclaimed Phantom. “I just want you to be yourself. I want you to release what is inside of you, and I want to hear your work from your own mouth, even if I never sing again. For once in my life, Tristan Woodrow, I have found myself ready to put someone else above my own interests. Will you not let me have this?”

Woodrow gave a little whimper, still looking down at the carpet of the room, dragging his hindpaws across it anxiously and forming patterns. “There is more to it than that,” he said after a long while. “I will think about it, but…” he looked up, finally meeting the other’s eyes. “I’m happy that you claim yourself willing to accept any risk upon your person. But there is more to it. There are other reasons to silence myself. Perhaps someday, someday soon, I shall write for you… but I need to think about it. There are… there are things of which I myself am afraid.”

Phantom was silent, despondent. But he nodded, as he began changing his companion’s bandages. “As you wish, my dear,” he said.

The two had soon gone back to sleep, and passed the rest of the night without event, sleeping in past breakfast once again. The day that followed was similar to the previous in form, and yet… not quite the same. It was glorious, yes, filled with love… Dryad and Sweetlopek visited for lunch again, and Dryad said Woodrow could probably stop wearing the bandages by that time the next day. After lunch, when they had left, Woodrow and Phantom spent time on the veranda of the bed and breakfast together, chatting and people-watching, drinking pumpkin spice coffee and filling themselves with the fresh air and the light breeze.

And yet there was a hint of melancholy that occasionally crept into their joy. Every now and then the subject of poetry would come up, and Phantom would look at his partner, urging, pleading - and the other would look down, or away in shame. The ghost did not press it too far. And yet… he was beginning to wonder why. What was his secret? What was his fear? Why would he not listen? How hard did he have to beg?! Did he still not believe that Phantom was prepared to deal with any misfortune by his side? What did the ghost have to do to prove it…

That night, as they settled in together, Phantom indeed locked the suite’s door and moved the armchair in front of it - the warden had been clever enough to unlock the establishment’s main door in his sleep, after all. He had also put a few more dangerous objects safely away, as if childproofing the place. Despite doing the best he could to sleepwalker-proof the room, an air of uncertainty and misgiving still filled him as he lay down next to his beloved.

The poet was soon asleep, and Tom lay awake in the darkness for as long as he could; the murmurs began again, and paying closer attention, though he still could not understand every mumbled word, he could definitely make out in their form a distinct meter, and rhymes. Phantom caressed his lover gently, and after a time the murmurs ceased. He looked at him there, his long white form barely visible in the darkness… all he wanted was to keep him safe….

And then he was gone. The ghost blinked, and shook his head; it was as if the warden had simply disappeared in front of his eyes, but momentarily Phantom realized the truth: he had dozed off, and Woodrow had gotten up.

He shot upright and threw open the bedcurtains, turning on the bedside light. The door was still closed, the armchair in front; it looked as if it had been moved slightly, but the safety measures had worked. So then, where was- maybe he had just gotten up to use the bathroom-

A clicking noise met Phantom’s ears, and then a low sliding of wood on wood. In the dim light he turned and looked to the far end of the room, to the large window, where Woodrow’s shape was now silhouetted against the starlight. He had opened the window, more than enough for his own slender form to fit through; he was leaning out, his eyes still closed, the breeze blowing his ears and wispy hair; he had one foot on the cushion of the alcove-bench under the window, climbing up… climbing out…

The singer was upon him in an instant, moving as fast as he’d ever moved in his existence, grabbing him, pulling him back in, slamming the window shut. Tears erupted from his eyes- if he had woken up a moment later…!!

He held the warden in a vice-grip of a hug, and he awoke near-instantly. “Tom! You’re freezing…”

“Because you nearly jumped out the window, sciocchino! You fool, you fool!” He kissed him frantically on the cheeks, the neck. “A minute later and I would have found you three floors below us on the street…”

“...Oh,” said the other quietly, trying to smile. “Well, I’m sure I would have been fine… I am a rabbid, after all…”

“You are a POET, is what you are. A stubborn, foolish, hard-headed poet. You are going to find a way to hurt yourself, when we are both asleep and I cannot protect you.” He took the warden back to the bed and sat him upon it. “Please, Tristan, PLEASE. Your affliction, as you call it, is going to happen anyway. You… you have to stop this charade. You are tormenting yourself. Your heart is suffering, growing ever-more ill. And mine is too, in the process.”

“My heart has never been so full and satisfied, Tom-”

“No!” cried the other, desperately, taking his shoulders. “You are giving me only half of your heart. Give me all of it, and it will be so much the better. For both of us. Give me the work of your life, and let me share in your destiny. Please, my darling… please, as I love you.”

Woodrow looked at him for quite some time, in the light of the bedside lamp. He opened his mouth, then closed it, and lay back down, turning away. He was shaking.

Phantom lay beside him, holding his body for a very long while, until the sobs ceased and he was still, fallen back asleep.

The ghost slept no more that night, his own tears coming intermittently and sinking into the fur of the man he loved. As the dawn began to enliven the room through the window, he knew what he had to do; and it would be the hardest thing he had ever done.

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