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soapoet · 11 months

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what's next in love...? [ singles ]

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01.

it seems like you've been living life half awake, daydreaming of many scenarios you'd wish come true. even in established relationships you may find yourself wishing for more of something. you may have been told your ideals are naive, to lay off the romcoms and fics and be a little more realistic. you may have found yourself excited at every prospect of new love, giddy and involved, endlessly curious and a true lover of the rose coloured glasses. and perhaps you've found plenty of reasons to rejoice, but somehow things eventually trickle down and get into the mundane and the routines. and it frustrates you. so much. is there really no one out there whose loving gestures and kind words don't become clockwork, expected chores and scripted events?

there is. and this one feels a little 'too good to be true'. you yourself may sooner rather than later find yourself pinching your arm to check if you're actually awake. i suggest you try to hold back on the told-you-so's to the naysayers, as some of them have your best interest at heart. and not only that, but will provide a lot of guidance and support in terms of navigating this next chapter in love. it'll be a bit of a whirlwind and a maze, but with much promise at the end as a reward.

if you've been sitting on some sort of project, waiting to launch yourself into a new endeavour, you should get back on track. especially if you've been procrastinating. somewhere down that path, there's a person you ought to meet. they relate to your goals somehow, perhaps having done the same themselves before. they have a lot to teach you and will become a priceless source of support, but don't expect things to be handed to you. your work is your own and your rewards will be bigger and better if you can in the future look back and say, damn, look at what i did, i achieved all that! that's of course not to say you can't find help from those around you. definitely ask for assistance and support when you need it. but to come out on the other side and say you made it, ideally you paved your own way for plenty of it because you deserve the final applause and praise so much. believe in yourself and don't let the little voice in the back of your head make you doubt yourself and your ideas.

this person seems like a bit of a flirt. not in a way that should raise any concerns, as they are a very loyal person. they actually make it known loud and clear if they're already spoken for, and enjoy flaunting their partner in many ways. this is a person who will bring up your achievements and strengths at a social gathering, not to flex having you at their arm, but to genuinely shine a spotlight on you. especially if it'll get you flustered. they have a very playful energy to them that's endearing and youthful regardless of their actual age. a little bit of a peter pan vibe where they'll retain their young spirit well into their retirement. they're very easy-going and likeable, and have a lot of friends, and may connect you to a ton of new people. expect your social life to explode as a result of this connection, but at the same time be sure to make time for the friends and supporters that you have right now.

this person is used to being the centre of attention, not just socially, but professionally too. they may have a very visible job or hobbies that connect them to an audience of some kind within their chosen field. their energy is very contagious and fun, though that doesn't mean they're entirely air-headed and incapable of taking things seriously. i'm strongly getting that either they or someone close to them has struggled with a physical or mental illness for a good part of their life, so they have developed almost like an antenna to pick up on things going on that aren't being said out loud. especially if you're someone who frequently avoids bringing up your problems as to not burden others, or have a difficult time reaching out for support and being honest about how things affect you, you can rest assured that this person will quickly try to learn how to read you, or even outright ask how they can best assist you when you're struggling or even request some sort of secret code that you can use to communicate your unease so that they can quickly come to your aid.

they have a little bit of a problem taking their own concerns seriously. they seem to cope through distractions mostly. a positive in this is that they don't let things that are out of their control bother them and they do the best they can with what they got at any given time. a true optimist, but a negative aspect is that they may avoid facing their demons and try to outrun their problems. this can manifest itself with workaholic tendencies and a packed schedule in general. there might be some sort of saviour complex involved, too, in which they feel compelled to help everyone else and neglect their own needs. towards you in particular i'm getting a lot of pda and quality time. you slow them down a bit and help them stop to smell the roses. they'll be surprised by how much they've longed for peace and simplicity, and they find that solace and ease with you and it really heals them on a deep level, which in turn amps up the energy and effort they show you. goodbye routine lovers, honestly. this one walks the talk and really keeps up the pace long after the honeymoon phase.

some additional details: i'm not getting a lot in terms of appearance, which may suggest that you already know them, or at least know of them, even if they don't know of you yet. it's possible that you share mutual friends or interests or work within the same field. there is a big emphasis on their voice, and things may start off as long-distance with hours upon hours on the phone. astrological things that appear significant: leo, pisces, the sun, mercury, 11th house, 2nd house.

02.

you've been flying solo for a while now. perhaps you grew tired of, or dare i say even gave up on love? it may have seemed like there just aren't as many fish in the sea as promised. at least none that you could take seriously. and serious is what you want. and serious is what you're getting.

first and foremost i must say your standards aren't too high. do not feel ashamed of what you want, and don't let anyone tell you that you need to set realistic expectations. they're exactly where they need to be and you're attracting the quality you seek. you've ventured further out to sea to find yourself a bigger catch. the journey hasn't been easy, but it has helped you grow tremendously. i'm strongly getting that your past experiences have really helped you fine tune your build-a-bae, so to speak, and there's no more reconfiguring to do. you know what you want and what you don't want, how much of this and how much of that. the next lessons for you to learn in love are ones you will not tackle on your own, but alongside a long-term partner who is at your level. long gone are the days of disappointments and putting up with feeling like you're outgrowing your partner, because this next person is mature and ready to grow with you.

this person is what fairytales would call your true love. in as many ways as you are one and the same, you differ, sometimes wildly so. if you're an introvert, they're an extrovert. if you seek comfort, they seek adventure. it's your goals and dreams and values that hold hands in agreement, and that builds up a strong foundation for your connection. if you have a lot of feminine energy, they have a lot of masculine energy. you two may even look like opposites in some ways, or come from different cultures. and do not fret, because your differences will be a blessing, not a curse. this isn't a re-run of a love where you felt like you weren't seen or heard and were made to bend. there is a distinct element of give and take here. a beautiful balance wherein they enjoy your world and your ways, and don't force you to change any of it, and you feel compelled out of genuine desire to take their hand and let them show and share their world with you. and you're able to coexist perfectly fine in a way that makes you both feel fulfilled and at ease.

things may stall a little at first, because this person will have a bit of whiplash when the two of you meet. they may feel as if you stepped right out of their dreams in a way. like a ghost from their childhood when they were around their parents or grandparents and thought of the person they'd grow old with some day. and suddenly you're there, a distant memory made flesh, a memory forgotten long ago making a big splash as it resurfaces. but once they gather themselves i see that they'll be very direct in their pursuit of you. and it's quite the old school courting, too. they make their intentions clear and have the follow-through to walk their talk. this is a very open and honest person, although they appear a bit emotionally disconnected at times. it's not due to a lack of emotional sensitivity, but processing things before acting or speaking is a part of their character. they're very serious in love, and don't seem to fit into the modern age of tinder and hookups.

they may have a strong connection to the sea, live by the ocean, look mediterranean, or enjoy activities related to water. their features in general leans darker. be it their eyes, hair, skin, or the way they dress. there is something specifically drawing me to their hands. perhaps they work with their hands, are a very crafty person, or have a physically demanding job. or simply have very attractive hands that you would take note of. physical touch is important to them, and they are very protective of their loved ones.

speaking of loved ones, they have strong familial ties and may come from a big family. i'm also strongly getting that they come from money, though without the nepotism often associated with it. their father in particular may have made it a point to raise them with a lot of discipline and drive to make something of themselves and not just rely on a trustfund. this person is ambitious and a hard worker, and prefers to be involved and hands-on with what they do. i'm also seeing siblings playing a big role in your connection. one in particular could connect with you in a meaningful way. this family is one that will welcome you with open arms and you will feel as though you have gained another family to call your own. if you have any childhood wounds related to family, this one takes found family quite literally.

some additional details: travelling and holidays figure strongly. things get taken to the next level rather quickly because there is a lack of doubt involved. they're very generous with their time and money. this has massive signs of marriage. astrological things that appear significant: aries, taurus, saturn, the moon, the 4th house, the 9th house.

03.

it seems like you're stuck on something, or someone. and that situation didn't treat you fairly. this feels less like betrayal and more like you spent some time hauling dead weight around. in vain, i might add. either you already have or will soon drop it and move on. it might be difficult, though, and i apologise if i'm overstepping here, but in part it's due to an inability to truly let go on your part. if you want to get even, or show someone what they lost, do it by moving on with grace and making decisions for yourself and your own growth and success. beware of people around you who would gladly take advantage of your vulnerability right now. even if it feels like a rebound would benefit you, it'll only hurt you if you find yourself looking over the shoulder of another person to see if the one who hurt you sees and is affected by it. what will truly help you heal is to dust yourself off and focus on feeling whole within yourself. and don't worry, you didn't stumble into yet another love reading that will tell you, well, tough luck, no love for you, work on yourself! whilst i certainly will call you to take care of yourself and pursue things that serve you and your growth, i will also go over what's coming next.

and that's something a little eerie. you may have someone in your past, who you consciously or subconsciously measure everyone else up to. perhaps this was the one that got away, or someone you met at the wrong time. in one way or another, there is a situation you wish had happened differently. in your pursuit of finding yourself again and some solid ground to stand on after enduring stormy seas, you may run into someone who is eerily similar to someone you once knew. but at the right time, now. for some of you this may very well be the exact person you already have history with, or could've had history with, though with major improvements from the previous season. but for many this is just an oddly familiar stranger who gives you a bit of deja vu. they share many similarities with someone you've been attracted to, just less red flags and complications.

this person seems rather cerebral. their job, studies, or hobbies may revolve around psychology, literature, or science. they're very good with their words, both written and spoken. they can also be quite blunt, but not with malicious intent. they aren't afraid of speaking their mind, and may be quite passionate about their opinions. they're a great teacher, and a good student, too. they enjoy delving deeply into things and soak up new information like a sponge. they'll greatly value your opinion and perspective, and the two of you may engage in debates or discussions about a variety of topics. intellectually speaking you're on the same wavelength and seem to understand each other intuitively.

it's very possible that this starts off platonic. whilst you may be ready to jump into a relationship with them from the start, they prefer to take things slowly and really get to know you first. you may worry that the spark between you will fade over time, but this one is a lesson of patience and building a strong connection as a foundation first. especially if in the past you've been quick to hurt or get hurt, you're about to learn how differently a lover will treat you when you're first and foremost a dear friend. this connection has the potential of some serious power couple themes in the long run. the two of you feel almost dangerous as duo, but i think that just goes to show that the initial spark won't fade and actually benefit from a bit of a slow burn before the fire starts raging at full force.

there is a lot of chemistry between the two of you. a very push-and-pull, engaging, and intoxicating energy. you'll keep each other on your toes in a way that keeps things feeling fresh and exciting. you're partners in crime and the world appears to be your playground. any past heartbreaks and feelings of lack, even lackluster, is gone and replaced with adventure and passion. you're very attracted to them, and they to you, in a way that could be classified as an addiction if it weren't for the fact that the side effects are predominantly positive. the two of you may collaborate on some kind of project, and your joint efforts are sure to be a success. though you do many things together, you also support each other in your separate endeavours. there may be a bit of mutual artist and muse dynamic here, wherein you inspire them and they inspire you. you both value your individuality, and hype each other up.

this person feels devilish in some way. a maverick of sorts. they're taller, perhaps lanky, and there is an unconventional attractiveness to them. they have a unique look that really pulls you in and makes them stand out anywhere they go. they might dress in a way that makes them different from the crowd. they really march to the beat of their own drum. i'm not getting much in terms of family, so they may be very independent and live a life separate from family, or they may have some wounds in regards to their home life that they keep their walls up over. they take their friendships very seriously, many of them are ones they'd take a bullet for. this is a very ride or die type of person. they're very resilient and if they've known terrible hardships in their past, you'll be in awe of their personal strength and ability to get back up when they're knocked down.

some additional details: music is very relevant to the point where you should expect to receive a personalised playlist as a way for them to communicate their feelings for you. they might be musically inclined and play an instrument. astrological things that appear significant: scorpio, aquarius, aries, pluto, uranus, 3rd house, 10th house, 12th house.

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moonchildxoxx · 27 days

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Baby Fever Pt.2

A/N: You are responsible for your own media consumption. MDNI 18+. This was at @eywaseclipse request

Pairing: Tsu'tey x Fem!Omatikaya! Reader,

Word count: 1917

Synopsis: Tsu'tey finding out he’s going to be a father and taking care of his pregnant mate

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When the news of her pregnancy reached him, a sense of joy washed over Tsu'Tey; he was going to be a father. He rushed back to her, his excitement palpable. Tsu'Tey wrapped her in his arms, his gaze fixed on her changing body. Her bump was just starting to protrude, but it was enough to fill him with excitement. "I can't believe it." He exclaimed, planting small kisses all over her face. She laughed, Her laughter only served to fill Tsu'Tey with more joy. He continued showering her in small kisses, unable to contain enthusiasm. His hands were gentle as they grazed over her changing body. "Your belly is getting big." He said, as he brushed his fingers along her barley noticeable bump. She was glowing, and he loved it.

“ I won't show for a while Tsu'tey” she said

"I know." He replied, but that didn't take away from his excitement in any way. "I just can't believe it's really happening. We're really going to have a child together." To know that his mate was carrying his child was a joyful revelation. Tsu'Tey couldn't help but look on her with tenderness and pride.

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Fast forward several weeks, and (Y/N) was visibly showing. The signs of her pregnancy were undeniable, and Tsu’Tey's excitement grew with every passing day. The clan eagerly waited for their new addition, as the two of them prepared for the arrival of their child. Tsu'Tey was more protective than ever before, his devotion was at its strongest. Any man who dared to look at his mate for too long or approach her for any reason, felt the sharp edge of his wrath. Though she was still dealing with one unpleasant side effect of the pregnancy. She lay against him feeling a bit sick she was still getting morning sickness.

"Are you feeling alright?" TsuTey asked softly, feeling a rush of concern as he noticed the change in her expression.She had been dealing with some slight nausea as a result of their child's development, and he was always concerned over her health, even more so now that she was carrying his cub. He paused for a moment, allowing her to reply, but he could not help but cradle her a bit tighter as his arms tightened around her. She nodded " I'm fine it'll pass "

"Promise me you will tell me if it gets any worse." TsuTey insisted as his face softened, his tone becoming more caring. He could not risk her pushing herself when she was in such a delicate state. Knowing that she was having a hard time with the nausea made him feel a little helpless, but he wanted to make sure she was comfortable and safe. “ I'm fine " she denied "Are you sure?" He asked again, still concerned, even though she had insisted she was fine. She usually pushed through anything without complaining, so her answer was concerning. He squeezed her and held her a little tighter, his thumb slowly stroking her belly as a gesture of comfort. She nodded softly "Alright." TsuTey finally gave in and chose to believe her. He couldn't stay worried over every little thing.

That said, he would not be deterred from taking care of her and doting on her. His hand continued to trail her stomach, and she could feel his fingers lingering on her belly, lingering on the baby within. She rested against him feeling quite tired. She had become quite tired from carrying their baby, and she often needed a lot of rest. Tsu'Tey was aware that she was not used to feeling this weary, having always maintained a high amount of energy in the past. Even now as they were standing still, he could feel her exhaustion through her body's subtle movements, and he knew that she could not deny her need for rest. "Let's go lie down." Tsu'Tey suggested, his voice low and gentle.

She gave in following him Tsu'Tey guided her over to their sleeping platform, where he helped her onto their bed. He then laid down beside her, taking her into his embrace as his arms wrapped tightly around her. He snuggled her close to him, ensuring her comfort, as his hand continued to trail her growing belly. She fell asleep in no time exhausted . Tsu'Tey stayed beside her, holding her in his arms as he remained awake for a little bit longer. He was aware of her exhaustion as her breathing became more consistent with sleep. He felt a deep sense of contentment at the moment, having her in his arms as they awaited their cub's arrival. It was an overwhelming feeling of joy that he couldn't describe.

She slept for a while until she was woken up by the feeling of throwing up again. Tsu'Tey woke up as he felt her shift. When he realized that she was waking up due to the nausea, he became more alert and attentive. He lifted his head and looked down at her, his brow furrowing with concern at the sight of her face. "Are you okay?" Tsu'Tey asked, trying to keep his tone gentle and reassuring as he sat up a bit, his hand gently rubbing her back.

She immediately grabbed the bowl by the bed dry heaving into it . Tsu'Tey watched her, his face full of worry as she threw up again. He had seen her deal with this before, especially just in the past days, but that did not make him any less concerned for her. He hated seeing her suffering as he hated how helpless he felt. He held her steady as she heaved, rubbing her back gently with his hands to try and alleviate the nausea.

She sighed wiping her mouth "Are you done?" Tsu'Tey asked her gently, his hands still rubbing her back. She nodded " sorry, I rather not have you see me like this.” Tsu Tey's lips narrowed at her words.

The idea of her trying to hide her struggles from him made him feel protective. He knew she was more used to pushing through whatever was thrown at her, but she was carrying his child, so he was not willing to let her do that anymore. His glare was strict as he replied to her, "I don't want you trying to spare me anything. I should be here to support you." She sighed , He was not going to budge when it came to her telling him about her struggles. He was well aware of her stubborn nature, and he knew she would keep things from him until she could no longer bear it. He was not going to let that happen when they were expecting a new life. "Now just lie down. I'm going to grab you some water." Tsu'Tey said to her, making his final stance on the matter.

She gave in He got up from the bed, moving away from her, and went over to their water flasks. He poured a bit of water into one of the cups and carried it back to her, handing it to her.

As he did, he watched her as she drank, hoping that it would help alleviate her nausea and allow her to rest comfortably. She washed her mouth out and drank the rest of the water He watched her, hoping that the water would help take the edge off and help her feel better for a while.

The last thing he wanted was to see her feeling sick like this, so watching her drink the water without throwing it back up immediately provided some relief. She finished the water and laid back down in their bed TsuTey got back into the bed and held her firmly as she lay down, wrapping himself around her. He continued to rub her back gently with one hand, while his other hand lightly trailed her pregnant belly. She yawned closing her eyes again His lips thinned as he saw that she had yawned, her exhaustion becoming more apparent with each passing moment. He knew she would keep trying to push through it, but watching her so tired only reminded him of how vulnerable a position she was in. When she closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest, he could not deny the overwhelming desire to just let her rest and allow himself to become wrapped up in her comfort for the time being.

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The months had passed since she announced the news, and (Y/N) was now six months pregnant with their cub. The prospect of becoming a father filed Tsu'Tey with a sense of joy and wonder. Tsu'Tey lightly trailed the swell of her stomach as he held her from behind, her belly resting within the cradle of his arms. She looked stunning in the way her body was changing to accommodate their child. She was truly the most beautiful woman in the world to him. He felt light movement, The feeling of movement in her belly made him smile. He had felt this a few times before, but it never ceased to amaze him. It filled him with pride and joy to think that he had sired the child that was growing there. He paused in mid-rub for a moment and leaned his head down to her stomach. "The baby is moving." He murmured softly, his tone filled with joy. “He's been moving lots more” she replied He chuckled softly at that. "He seems to be quite active." He had noticed the movement becoming more consistent in the past few weeks, almost as if the baby was impatient to make his arrival. His hands moved back to her belly and resumed gently rubbing.

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Time had passed, and (Y/N) was well into her pregnancy. Tsu'Tey was elated at the sight of her swollen belly each time he saw her.

His hands would often linger on that soft roundness for a little too long, and he couldn't help but give it a soft caress every so often.

Their child's future arrival was on his mind often, and he wanted nothing more than to be a father.

He saw that she had grown so exhausted that she was falling asleep during their meal.

He did not blame her. Pregnancy was not an easy thing for she was having to endure for nine whole months. "Bedtime." He said softly, his voice firm, though filled with concern for her. The idea of her overexerting herself and not taking enough time to rest was causing more worry for every day that passed. She needed sleep, and she needed rest. He would not allow her to overdo things while she was in such a state. She was carrying his cub and needed to focus on taking care of herself. she nodded, he lifted her up into his arms and carried her to their sleeping platform, where he gently laid her down. He then climbed in next to her and wrapped his arms around her, protecting her until she finally gave in to sleep.

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The birth of their child was a momentous occasion for Tsu'Tey. The moment he saw their son, he was overwhelmed with pride and joy. His son was beautiful in every possible way — he had his father's features, and his mother's sweetness. He cradled their son in his arms, and his heart swelled with love as he observed the tiny human that he had helped create. Their child would be the future of their clan, and the hope of their people. Tsu'Tey was filled with adoration and pride.

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justwritedreams · 3 months

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Can I live in your embrace? | Wooyoung

Wooyoung x Reader Word count: 977 Genre: fluff, little angst Author: maari Warnings: Reader feeling sad, mention of fight with parents and Wooyoung being an completely angel that's a warning? yes Note: It's been a shitty week so I made this one for me again 😭😭 Summary: How good would it be if you lived in Wooyoung's embrace?

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"You had to see his face when he put the pepper on his nose." Wooyoung laughed loudly. "He had a burning nose for 3 days."

Y/N smiled briefly in a very dejected way with both hands resting on her face as she stared into space, she was listening to everything he was saying and even though that story about San accidentally putting the pepper in his nose while he was wiping his face after picking the pepper was very funny, she wasn't laughing like Wooyoung imagined her to be.

"Hey." he stared at her suspiciously. "Did something happen? You didn't even eat properly."

Y/N looked at her almost untouched plate and twisted her mouth without knowing what to say, in fact she wasn't even hungry and the food he had made looked delicious.

But she didn't have the energy for anything, she was upset, tired… "Babe." He grabbed one of her wrists, making her lower her hand so he could stroke her skin. "What happened?"

Her eyes will fill with tears that only didn't fall because she held them back. She didn't want to remember because she was still very hurt but she knew that not saying anything would make her feel worse.

"Can we go to your room?" she asked softly, they could hear the TV on in the living room and the last thing she wanted was to disturb his friends. "I'll tell you everything there." she promised when she saw him narrow his eyes, visibly worried.

"Okay. Come on." He got up from the kitchen stool and intertwined his fingers with hers, bringing her with him.

Once in his room, Y/N threw herself on the bed as soon as she let go of his hand and saw him standing in front of the bed, watching her. "You know how much I hate fighting with my parents, especially my mom." she spoke quietly, hugging a pillow as Wooyoung walked over to sit next to her.

"You don't usually do this often. Why did you fight?"

"It was so stupid. I just said she needed to stop hyper valuing everything my sister does like it was a Nobel Prize."

Wooyoung sighed.

Y/N had a great relationship with her parents, but with her sister it wasn't so good. The two had very different opinions and personalities, they constantly argued.

"You know, my sister is spoiled, dramatic, dependent, loose... If I stay here listing her flaws, that's all it will be." she huffed, irritated. "But it seems like every time I tell my mom to set limits with her, we always fight."

"Then you don't have to talk about her." He shrugged and lay down next to her, facing her. "Sometimes the more you talk, the less your mother will do."

Y/N frowned.

"You mean she needs to see what I see for herself, with her own eyes." she guessed and he hummed. "You'll just wear yourself out for nothing, because it'll look like you're picking on your sister."

Y/N pondered, she agreed even though she didn't like seeing her mother's situation. She could help, if they wanted her help.

"Come on." He placed his hands on either side of her face, making her look at him. "Undo that pout or else I'll have to kiss you."

The corners of her lips rose slightly and she pretended an even sadder pout, making Wooyoung laugh and bring her face closer, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

As soon as he moved away from her, stroking her nose with his own, she brought her hand to his wrist, which was still holding her.

"I love you, you know?" she spoke softly, opening her eyes and seeing that Wooyoung still had his closed, smiling widely and convinced.

"Who doesn't love me?"

She rolled her eyes and snuggled into his arms, wrapping her arms around his back in a tight hug. Wooyoung took the opportunity to hold her tightly around the waist, practically crushing her against his chest but she didn't care.

This was exactly what she needed, his arms around her, the warmth of his body surrounding her like a protective shield, as if he could take all the sadness and pain from her chest. And in fact, not only could he but he was taking away all her bad feelings.

There was no other place she would rather be.

Y/N closed her eyes tightly, forgetting everything, and pressed her face into the back of his head while their legs intertwined.

She had no idea how much she needed that hug until she was there.

"What is this-" he said, confused when he felt something wet on the back of his neck and pulled his face away enough to look at Y/N. "Are you crying?" She shook her head although it was completely unnecessary as a trail of tears ran down her face and Wooyoung looked at her in surprise. "Angel." he whispered and she sniffled, fighting back tears.

To make the position a little more comfortable, without breaking the hug, he brought Y/N to his chest while placing his own back on the mattress.

This made her grab him by the shoulders and waist with her legs, exactly like a sloth while not knowing what to say, he just calmly stroked her hair. "I wish I could live in that embrace." she said, against his chest.

Wooyoung laughed.

"You don't need to live in my embrace." he replied and moved the hand that was stroking her hair to the back of her head, making her look at him. "You already live in my heart anyway."

She smiled shyly.

"You're so corny." she shook her head, feeling her cheeks heat up. "I loved."

Wooyoung kissed the top of her head and hugged her even tighter.

"Don't tell anyone. It's our secret."

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whumpdoyoumean · 30 days

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Imagine Caretaker drawing a nice hot bath for Whumpee, complete with lavender scented epsom salts…

You are so correct, Anon. Here, have this (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

"Hey," Carer says gently. "I drew you a bath."

Whumpee looks up from the couch, their hand draped over their forehead, and grimaces. "I'm gonna be honest with you, I don't really feel like getting up."

Looking at Whumpee, Carer can't say they're surprised. Whumpee is in rough shape, the evidence of their run-in the previous evening displayed on their face in the form of a split lip and black eye. They'd rinsed most of the blood away last night, but some of the stuff is still visible at one temple and down their neck and matting their hair. Carer sighs, stepping further into the room.

"Water's hot, but it won't be for long. Come on, I'll help you."

Whumpee closes their eyes. "I really appreciate the thought, but--"

"I added Epsom salts," Carer interrupts. They'd thought this might happen, and had prepared accordingly. "Lavender."

Whumpee pops one eye open. Lavender is their favorite. Carer smiles inwardly, and goes for the jugular.

"Come on, Whumpee. Please. For me."

Whumpee lets out a loud sigh. "Fine."

Carer doesn't say anything at how slow Whumpee is in getting to their feet, and politely ignores every stifled groan and poorly hidden wince. It isn't until they're in the bathroom, helping Whumpee get their shirt off, that Carer lets out a sharp gasp. They can't help it. Whumpee's back is a canvas of red that's starting to take on dark blues and purples. One particularly nasty bruise wraps around their rib cage, stretching onto their torso. Whumpee notices Carer's reaction and glances over their shoulder.

"That bad?"

"I mean...it's not great. Why didn't you say anything?"

"Didn't wanna worry you."

Carer bites back a sigh. "I'm going to worry either way, I would rather know what's going on. Come on, get in the bath."

Whumpee moves stiffly, holding onto Carer for balance as they step over the edge of the bathtub.

"There you go," Carer murmurs, helping Whumpee lower themselves into the tub. Whumpee's eyes close as they slowly ease into the hot water and they let out a low, contented hum. Carer can practically see the tension draining from their no-doubt aching muscles.

"That feels...amazing."

"Good," Carer says. They grab a washcloth and move to the sink, running it under the tap for a second before kneeling next to the tub. "You missed some blood. You mind if I...?"

Whumpee doesn't open their eyes, just nods once. "Please."

Both are quiet as Carer starts wiping away the dried blood, water running down Whumpee's bruised body in thin pink ribbons. Carer can't help but think about the gentle intimacy of the act, a stark contrast to the brutality and violence that had led to this moment happening in the first place. A small, pained sound from Whumpee interrupts Carer's thoughts and they quickly pull their hand back.

"Shit, sorry!"

"'t'sokay," Whumpee says, though their eyes are a little wrinkled at the corners from the pain. "I'm okay. You can keep going."

Carer is more gentle as they dab at the cut at Whumpee's hairline again. "This probably could have used stitches, you know."

"It's not that bad...Thank you, for--for all of this."

"I don't mind," Carer says quietly. "Just, do one thing for me in return?"

"Anything."

"Be more careful. Please."

"I will," Whumpee says. "I promise."

And the thing is, they mean it. Carer can tell that they mean it, in this moment. But Carer also knows that, in all likelihood, it'll only be a matter of time before Whumpee gets into trouble again. And when they do, Carer will be here, with hot water and lavender Epsom salts.

xxx

#anon ask #answered ask #whump scenario #caretaker #my writing #whump #care

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teabutmakeitazure · 2 years

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Desire of Ownership

>Yan! Pantalone x Fem! Reader

a/n: capitalist man strikes again. Jokes aside, his hairstyle is amazing

Word count: 1k (exactly 1k, it's an achievement)

Warnings: unhealthy mentality and controlling behaviour

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It's rare for you to be this worked up, but you haven't felt this much annoyance in a very long time. Maybe anger would be the better word. The words uttered to you by the head maid keep repeating in your head as you angrily stomp to Pantalone's office.

You swing the door open, uncaring of his short temper with your manners. Immediately, his head raises from his desk as the abacus beads shine menacingly. After closing the door, you pad over to his desk, arms crossed.

"I take it that you're cross?"

You scoff, "That is an understatement."

"Well then," he puts down his signature quill, "I was going to take a break anyway. Go on."

"What are you trying to do? I was stopped from stepping into the garden and was told that it's a direct order from you. I can't leave the building now? What are you going to do next? Chain me to the bed?"

"I might just do it if you forget your manners. Remember who you're talking to, my dear."

"Answer my question. What is going on in that head of yours?"

"Nothing. Now, if you're done with your temper tantrum, go to the master bedroom. I'll be with you shortly."

"Pantalone," you whine out, moving towards him as his eyes follow your every move, "I want to go to the garden."

"You'll dirty your dress, and I rather like this one on you." He slyly runs his hands over your hips when you stand beside him. Dark eyes peer over the edge of his glasses, analysing your facial expression. The Regrator knows that you sweet talk him to get what you want, but he never does anything to stop it. What's wrong with tolerating it?

It'll make it all the more amusing when he crushes all that confidence.

"I can change, it's not a problem."

"Not needed," he shakes his head, "just wait for me in our room."

You ignore the feeling that settles in your stomach.

"Alright."

When you were walking towards the door, you could physically feel his eyes on every move you made.

Contrary to your assumptions, all Pantalone did was lay his head on your lap as he talked about finances and investments, visibly annoyed at so-called ‘side characters’ for increasing his workload. He even went to the trouble to call someone a babbling oxymoron. When you snickered at the name, he just turned his back to you, suddenly quiet.

After a few moments of deafening silence, he turns and looks you in the eye. Pantalone adjusts his glasses without breaking eye contact. It’s unnerving and you’ve unknowingly stiffened, muscles not daring to move.

“Oh,” his grin widens, “I thought you were enjoying yourself. Where did that laughter and smile go?”

Though his arms are crossed over his stomach, you know better than to test his reflexes. With a flattering motion of brushing his hair away from his face, you give him a little smile.

“Have I offended you somehow?”

“You look relaxed but judging from your muscles, you are as tense as a fresh recruit. Tell me, my little siren’s song, why are you so worked up?”

You nervously gulp. Despite him being on your lap, you’re still under his thumb. Right now, he’s just one question away from crushing you under it. Before you can say anything to defend yourself, a hand reaches and starts tracing your jawline. Goosebumps rise on your arms and neck at the unwavering eye contact, openly displaying your apprehension. He knows, doesn’t he?

He puts a finger on your lip to shush you when you try again.

“No need for explanations. I already know. If you think that you can do something that I had strictly prohibited right under my nose, let this be a warning to you.”

Head hung low, you move your gaze to your fiddling hands. A wheel of luck spins in your mind, waiting to stop to reveal which punishment he’d like to deliver this time.

“The maid you promised a transfer had come to me directly after your initial conversation with her. I’m aware that my employees aren’t too fond of me but using that to your advantage… you’re more cunning than you look.”

In one fluid motion, he’s sitting upright. A hand grabs your chin and raises your face, forcing eye contact.

“I read the letter you had posted. There’s nothing to be gained from telling your parents that you’re alive. I had your death falsely announced so that all those pests would leave us alone, yet you have the gall to throw everything into the water?”

“My parents… they deserve to know.”

“You’re lucky you hadn’t mentioned anything else. I would never spare you if you had.”

“Why, aren’t you just merciful.”

Pantalone laughs, eyes crinkling with amusement, “I suppose there is no limit to your impudence?” He scoots closer to you, hand travelling to cup your cheek before it moves to your nape. “The letter was never posted. Consider yourself lucky.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Why not? Being the spouse of the richest harbinger who just so happens to control the economy of Snezhnaya is something that not anyone can be. You, my dearest, are special."

Ah, how could you forget? Sometimes, being special means being at the wrong place at the right time and saying the right thing at the wrong time. A coincidence after coincidence, all just to become a series of encounters that awaken a darker desire in a man you refuse to tolerate.

"I'm not special. You just happen to fancy me."

"Fancy? Oh no no," he simpers, "I think love is the better word. Besides, had I not loved you, I would never have wed you. If I never wed you, you would never have been mine."

At the end of the day, there is still an unspoken truth that he spares you everytime.

'If you had never been mine, you would never have belonged to me.'

#genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin x reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #pantalone x reader #yandere pantalone #yandere pantalone x reader #regrator x reader #yandere regrator #yandere regrator x reader

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moonstruck-poet · 7 months

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His Goodluck Charm

Pairing - Kim Namjoon x wife!reader

Summary - It'll soon be Namjoon's performance but you had been travelling and were not present during the start.

Warnings - none

"Where are you?" His slightly longing voice was heard through the phone.

"I'm coming, Joon," you sighed, keeping your eyes on the road after putting the device on speaker. "I promised didn't I?"

"I know you did.. But the show's about to start soon enough".

"I know, I know," you muttered and internally cursed at the long line of cars visible from a distance. "I'll try to be there as quick as possible".

He was silent, but you understood anyways. This show in particular meant a lot, both to his fans and him, and you knew that. That was the exact reason why you had applied to go home two days earlier than your schedule and your company had graciously agreed.

"Love," you said, consoling gently. "I'm gonna be there. Maybe not at the start but I'll be there till the end. Just perform your heart out, yeah? Do what you do best".

He exhaled, "Okay," he said after a pause. "I just- I missed you a lot. I wanted you backstage before the show".

He was of course extremely happy that you were coming, never taking it for granted. But a part of him would've loved it even more if he would have received your best wishes before his performace. You were definitely his lucky charm. He felt a different kind of pressure and stress today and wanted nothing more than your warm embrace.

Your heart cracked at the sadness in his voice. If you could've teleported to any place, you would've done so in a heartbeat. But unfortunately the streets of Seoul were not helping your case.

"Namjoon, hey listen to me," you said firmly. "You are going to give the best performance right now. I know you will and remember that I'm always gonna be there, cheering you on. I'll just be some time late".

"Yeah I understand, it's fine. I'm sorry, I'm just a bit overwhelmed," he replied. "Take your time, don't rush. I would prefer it much more for you to be safe".

You nodded though he couldn't see it and felt relieved at seeing the traffic clearing swiftly.

"I have to go now," he interrupted your thoughts. "Drive slowly, please. I love you," his tone became tender naturally.

"I love you too," you whispered with a smile. "Now go little rockstar".

He laughed softly and gave you one last loving endearment before hanging up.

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Namjoon was feeling the adrenaline rush to the maximum as he had just finished singing 'Persona'. He removed his earpieces and felt a smile gracing his face after listening to the constant chants of his name.

He raised in hands up in the air in appreciation and the audience's response was heightened by the action making him chuckle warmly.

Unknowingly his eyes flitted to the backstage, wandering fractically to scan the area. But the previous twitch of his lips slowly evaporated, leaving behind a tight-lipped smile at seeing the usual crew rushing around behind the curtains with absolutely no sign of you.

He swallowed, face contorting a little because dammnit did he want you here right now. The next song he was about to sing was your recent favorites. One that had brought literal tears to your eyes when you'd first heard the final recording.

He sighed, accepting the fact that you would miss that too and took a minute to gather himself for his next track. After a sign from him, the song started, making the crowd burst into a huge round of cheers and he smiled, thoughts of you taking the space at the very back of his mind.

'Flower field that's where I'm at, open land that's where I'm at. No name that's what I have, no shame I'm on my grave'.

He started singing, all of his worries dissipating as music took control of his body. He closed his eyes and moved his arms to the beat naturally.

He walked around the stage, sweeping his gaze over the crowd who were vibing their army bombs perfectly. He interacted with them through his gestures and got a small jump in his steps as the chorus neared.

And as though his love story was a remake of some fairytale, his eyes found yours at the exact moment Youjeen's smooth, powerful vocals filled the arena.

He was grateful that it wasn't his part or he'd have been speechless. His slow dancing came to an abrupt halt as he simply stood there, right in the middle of the stage with a strange ringing in his ears.

The whole world faded away slowly, the audience growing dimmer thereby increasing your spotlight in his gaze with the song's vocals as the perfect background track. He just stared, unable to believe that you actually were present before flashing that endearing, dimpled smile of his.

You smiled back radiantly, swaying your body to the rhythm of the music and blowing him a kiss that made his grin stretch. But then your eyes widened and he seemed confused at first before realising that he was in the midst of a literal performance, not in the middle of some kind of an amazing daydream.

He just gave you a subtle kiss which was a hundred percent visible to his fandom that consisted of talented detectives. Not a single thing could ever escape their keen eyes.

He resumed his rapping, finding a new excitement which was audible in his flow. He moved around energetically, his gaze wandering and somehow always finding their way to yours.

For a moment he seemed to forget the thought that today could very well be his last performance before his enlistment. All that seemed to occupy his mind currently were his fans, the music, and of course, you.

And slowly but surely the song came to an end, making the stadium erupt in an ear-splitting applause.

The love everybody had for Kim Namjoon was defeaning, you thought to yourself and looked around at all the happy faces. Feeling so proud that your man was the reason for all those delicate and precious smiles.

You continued watching his ending speech, your eyes displaying everything you felt. With one last bow towards the audience that was his entire world, he waved and exited with another round of cheers.

The place started to empty and you didn't waste another moment to go back stage, the staff recognizing you immediately and offering you bright grins as they directed you towards your husband who was freshening up from the tiring show.

You leaned against the doorframe of his changing room, just admiring him as he did a simple activity of washing his face.

"You did brilliantly, my love," you whispered as he was wiping his cheeks and he whipped around at an alarming speed.

The towel dropped from his hands as he took long strides towards you, wasting not even a second before engulfing your body securely in his arms. He exhaled heavily and tightened his hold, his heart breating erratically as it had found its partner after quite a long time.

"You're here," he whispered onto your skin, lips brushing the top of your ear delicately.

"Of course I am, wouldn't miss it for the world. You already know that," you smiled and rubbed his back, relishing in the feeling of being so close to him.

"I don't think I've ever missed you so much before," he commented earning a soft laugh from you.

Namjoon made no move to pull away and neither did you, wanting him to stay for as long as he needs.

He finally pulled back and sighed as his eyes landed on yours, scanning every small inch of your face to halt on your lips. And he leaned forward, hands moving to cup your cheeks possessively as he kisses you with a fiery passion. Lighting up every one of your senses until they burned with love.

"Woah," you murmured after he pulled back, a red hue fully coating your cheeks as you stared, starstruck. "If that's what I get for being away for a week.. maybe I should go out quite frequently".

He rolled his eyes, chuckling, "You wouldn't dare to do that".

"Sure I won't".

He narrowed his eyes playfully before sneakily wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest as he gazed intensely at you.

"What are you d-" your breath hitched as he bit his lip and was extremely close.

He held the eye contact for what seemed like an eternity, not at all making a move and nearly killing you at the lack of action. Abruptly though he tore apart, successfully breaking the tension.

A frown was unintentionally drawn on your lips while you watched your man laugh hyaterically, tears almost on the verge of spilling as he covered his face, his shoulders shaking as he cackled.

"You are so mean and for what?" You groaned and slumped on the couch. "I hate you".

"Sure you do," he repeated your earlier words back to you.

Another huff slipped past your lips as you turned towards him, preparing for giving him a very beautiful speech when you were interrupted. Again.

This time by your husband launching himself onto you, kissing you with a huge smile that made it a little difficult to continue your shenanigans properly.

You were once again left breathless when he moved back and blinked, gathering whatever coherent thought there was present in your brain to glare at him.

Meanwhile he grinned that iconic twitch of his, dimples on full display and god he looked so handsome that you couldn't help but smile yourself.

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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sweet emotion pt three | stranger things ; e.munson

A/N ; Like yesterday's post for Gareth's reader fic... This is not where I intended to go with this, not at all. But, I've been kinda giving the boys their little moments -because I can and I want to, so I guess it was just his turn today. Hopefully, you guys are enjoying these.

I promise, the next part is going to have brother sister moments in it for Dustin. Because I do really want to write the after to this, where they're watching movies together at Eddie's place or something...

Seriously, y'all have no idea just how much your feedback means and how much it really makes me heart happy, even if it's just a like or whatever. I'm not picky at all. I'll be honest, most of the time I really don't think anything I do share is gonna like.. go anywhere beyond merely getting out of my head. So when you guys take the time to read it, it blows me away. Thank you. Love you all! -Ashes

Pairing ; Eddie MunsonxHenderson!Fem reader

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; part I - part II can both be found by clicking. It's probably a good idea to go back and read those before this. Or be crazy and read this first then those, nobody's gonna know. The upside down + it's unholy terrors and Eddie's death do not occur here despite it being set in 86. Everyone is age appropriate, btw, reader is 18 and in Eddie's grade so there's like.. a year age gap. This isn't going to be as much of a slow burn as Steve's henderson!fem or Gareth's princess/rich girl!fem because frankly, I feel like maybe it'll be cute if it happens a little quicker (i love him and i'm impatient tbh.)

Tag List ; @musichealsscars @scoobiessnacks @krys-orion @allelitesmut @aries-arcade and @hcloangcls are the only ones on my Stranger Things masterlist. I extend a tag to @rampagewriting --- absolutely ignore if you're too busy or not up to it, no pressure. if you'd like to be added to my taglists for anything including Stranger Things, please let me know or add yourself -> here.

Warnings ; bit of a gross situation with an older woman being gross towards Eddie while he's playing -making him visibly uncomfortable ; it's hinted that this is repeated behavior, with a confrontation to follow between reader and said woman. Uh... there's just a small hint that reader kind of fesses up -without really doing so, the way she feels. Lots of internalization and these two just being touchy-feely and cute.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || my rules - fandoms and some characters I write for || requests are open -> send me things. [headcanon asks, filth or fluff alphabet only + no wrestling asks ]. I beg. I plead.. The inbox is still open.

I do not consent to my work being reposted elsewhere or copied/reworked/rewritten and reposted here or elsewhere. You don't own this, I do. So like... don't steal my shit.

There are more people than you thought there would be and the second you’re standing in the parking lot hugging yourself against the cold wind while Astrid tries and fails to light a cigarette, the more you’re wondering if maybe you shouldn’t have stayed home. Especially when you hear a leggy brunette with a short skirt and a shirt so tight she couldn’t possibly have been able to breathe walks past talking about how she plans on getting railed by the singer in the band tonight.

Astrid rolls her eyes as the brunette vanishes through the door. “He never even looks at her, where she keeps insisting they’ll hook up is totally beyond me.” she’s shivering and her teeth are chattering, “I’m freezin my tits off, c’mon.”

“I..”

“God damn it, woman. There won’t be that many people here. Most of these,” she gestures to the vehicles crammed in the parking lot of the bar, “Are just guys gettin off down at the factory. They never stay.”

You swallow hard and nod. “If you laugh at me I’m giving you a twisted nipple.”

“Yeah, try it. Then I’m gonna yank your panties so hard they bury in your brain stem, woman.” Astrid laughs, sticking her tongue out at you. “Seriously though.. It’s going to be fine. Totally fine.”

“What if he does want her here though? Like… what if when he told me there was going to be a crowd, that was him trying to deter me?” you drag your hand through your hair and you pace a second or two, pausing to gaze at the flickering in the neon on one of the windows.

Astrid snorts. “But he said if you got nervous, you could go backstage. Why would he offer that to begin with if he doesn’t want you here?”

You laugh at yourself and take a long and deep breath. “Okay. Alright. Let’s go inside before I freeze the little bit of ass I do have off.”

“Girl.” Astrid glances back at your butt. “You’re just a walking delusion tonight, hm?”

“Ha. Right.” you stick out your tongue. Astrid pushes open the door to the bar and the two of you wander in. The warmth of the room feels better than the wind outside. Astrid catches sight of Gareth and she breaks her neck to get over to him, climbing him like a tree. “Baby. I missed youuu.” she drawls against his neck. And you’re smiling softly about it, shaking your head because you’re just happy for your best friend and Gareth is a sweet guy.

You shuffle your feet and play with the sleeve of your favorite black button up long sleeve. You catch sight of Eddie but he hasn’t seen you yet. Astrid has disappeared with Gareth and you’re not even about to go try to find her. You take a shaky breath or two and you make your way over to the bar to sit on a stool. Someone has Motley Crue playing in the back where some older men are playing pool on ancient pool tables.

You’re scanning the bar and playing with the sleeve edge of your shirt, zoned out. Edgy because your thing with crowds. You’re assuming that Eddie hasn’t realized you’re here yet ,,-or maybe he’s not looking, I mean c’mon, I saw the brunette with the legs and the boobs.” the thought comes just as you catch sight of Jeff peering out from the back. He ducks back inside the back room really quick and you’re just about to get up and walk… somewhere… but before you get the chance, Eddie’s making his way out, the bandana he normally keeps in his back pocket tying his hair back like a pirate on one of your mom’s book covers and all you can do is stare.

That’s nothing new.

You’re brought round from your daze by Eddie’s deep chuckle. He shakes you a little, tilting his head to look down at you in concern. “You’re okay, right?”

You nod to reassure him and give him your best smile. “I’m fine.” your answer is probably too quiet and definitely a slight falsehood but it can be argued that you’re starting to feel just a little more secure because you’re not alone.

“C’mon.” Eddie’s just noticed one of the rowdier old men slip in. One that doesn’t have a problem hitting on a younger girl because he’s let them take him home before. He grabs hold of your hand and starts to lead you towards the back and you’re laughing. He relaxes a little better when you’re away from the front of the bar.

You were trying to spot what was different besides the bandana tonight and then, it hits you. He’s wearing eyeliner. Tight-line, of course. But it makes bright brown eyes really pop, it makes them seem bigger. And you’re staring all over again. You step closer. The jolt that comes when you’re body to body with him has your breath catching in your throat. You bite your lip as you raise up on your toes. “Are you..” you giggle a little, “You’re wearing eyeliner. Holy shit… your eyes.” you bite your lip to make yourself stop talking.

“Hey!” he frowns. “There’s not a fucking thing wrong with eyeliner.”

“No! It’s not that, it just makes your eyes brighter, I swear that’s all I was getting at.” you ramble and then you scowl at yourself and go quiet as soon as you realize you were doing it. Palming your face. Which Eddie grateful for because you can’t see the stupid, goofy grin on his face.

“Thanks.” he mumbles when he finally pulls himself together. You finally manage to get yourself recovered from the fiasco your mouth and brain refusing to work together has created and you laugh softly. “Do you get nervous? When you play, I mean?”

“I used to. Now I just focus on the music.” Eddie shrugs. It’s the truth. The first time they played a gig here, he was out behind the bar throwing up when he saw the slim crowd. Now he’s done it so much and he knows how to focus on the music instead of any nerves he feels.

And as he answers you, he notes mentally that the music isn’t going to be the only thing he’s focusing on tonight. Because you’re here and he’ll be up there, in a trance. Also, he’ll be making sure that one rowdy regular doesn’t get a second alone with you.

Especially not since you’re wearing that one black shirt that hugs your body and the same jumper dress that you wore earlier in the week with thigh high stockings and your combat boots, which you’re wearing again tonight. And cue him, promptly getting distracted. Stepping closer to you. Doing that thing he does that he probably shouldn’t where he’s got his hands on your hips. It honestly seems like lately, there’s a lot of touching going on between you both.

He’s at least ninety percent sure that yours is nearly all friendly and the occasional bout of anxiety even though Dustin swears that it isn’t, but he knows that his reason personally is just the overwhelming desire to always have some part of his body touching some part of yours.

Especially when there’s a situation happening where you do happen to be a little overwhelmed.

“Dustin said he’d come to watch movies too. I think Mike’s mom was taking them to pick some up when I dropped him off.”

Eddie grins and laughs. “Awesome. They better not get anything lame.” he’s joking, of course but you nod in agreement. “That’s what I told him.”

Then you’re both quiet. And drifting closer together.

Jeff is grinning when he wanders over, reaching out to fluff at your hair, it’s become a thing with the guys because you’re not as tall as they are. Even Gareth is just a little taller than you. And they all think it’s fucking hilarious to fluff your hair or Astrid’s hair.

You stick out your tongue at him and he laughs, turning his attention to Eddie. “We go live in a minute.”

“Gotcha.” Eddie gives him a smirk and a thumbs up. He picks up his guitar and follows the rest of the band out onto the makeshift little stage set up in the front.

You and Astrid make your way out into the crowd and find a place to sit at one of the tables. And almost the second he starts to play Sweet Leaf, you can’t help but gaze up at him and grin brightly, nodding your head along to the song. It’s one of your favorite Ozzy songs of all time. You’re thrashing your head around and having a good time, laughing with Astrid. Forgetting momentarily about the crowd or the way you were freaking out over it a few minutes before.

Up on stage, Eddie’s smiling to himself. Eyes glued to you as he sings and plays his guitar. Watching you smile and thrash your head around, drum the table and just basically bounce in your seat because you’re having so much fun. He’s relieved that you’re not freaking out like you were before he walked out to you. He’s still reeling that you even showed up.

He’d done everything possible not to get his hopes up. But you’re sitting out in the crowd and you’re getting into the music and at one point he even hears you singing along. When he finishes the song you’re on your feet with Astrid, clapping, whistling and laughing.

The brunette that always tries to force herself on him and yells disgusting shit when he’s on stage is there too but tonight, with you being there, it’s so much easier to block her out.

But he’s worried. That you’ll hear her and you’ll be upset or get the wrong impression.

You hear the brunette in the too tight shirt yelling again.

“You realize he’s old enough to be your son, right?” you say it before you can stop yourself because she looks like she’s probably approaching your mom’s age, she’s just… Hot. Like a model on the cover in a magazine. In all the worst ways. All the fake ways.

The brunette must have heard you because she looks right at you. And she smirks. “Aw… is the little baby jealous?”

“Not really, I just think it’s kinda pathetic you’re saying all this shit when you know he’s old enough to be your son. And it’s gross and it’s making him uncomfortable.” you answer with the mildest shrug. Your heart is racing a little, you’re a little nervous because once again, your big mouth has written a check your ass probably can’t cash.

Sensing blood in the water because she sees the way you’re gripping the can of Sprite in your hand, Astrid tugs your sleeve. “After this one we’ll go outside.. So things don’t get bad.”

You nod and smile.

But the brunette’s suggestive remarks turn to downright crude ones and it’s almost as if she’s pushing. Picking at an exposed nerve. And god help you, your jealousy and that hot temper you rightly inherited from Claudia Henderson, those come into play. When you see Eddie cringing at some of the worst shit she’s said, you go to stand.

Astrid grabs your hand and pulls you back down.

“Outside.”

“Yeah,yeah. Okay, alright. Outside.” you mumble.

The band takes a break and Astrid pulls you up, the two of you making a beeline for a door that leads out back of the bar. Once you’re outside, you’re ranting and pacing, letting your irritation at the woman’s behavior be heard.

“It’s just disgusting, I mean.. He’s uncomfortable. It’s pissing me off because I know he’s too damn nice to say anything. But not me. Noooo. I’m going to choke her if she keeps it up.” you’re so caught up in your little rant that you don’t stop and think about what you’re saying and this is probably why you end up sort of halfway revealing that you feel at least something towards Eddie.

And in the midst of it, two things happen.

One, Eddie happens to walk out. But he stays out of sight because he’s at the van, looking for a string for Jeff because one of the strings on Jeff’s guitar broke during their attempt at Ace of Spades. He can hear bits and pieces of what you’re saying in the alley, it’s not like you’re trying to be quiet. He freezes mid-grab when he hears you tell Astrid that you care about him too much to just sit back and listen to the woman being disgusting. And when Astrid laughs and teases gently, “You mean you love him.. Right?” you don’t really say anything.

Which has him curious. And his mind being the way it is, he takes this a thousand different ways. By the time he’s gotten the pack of string for Jeff, he’s halfway convinced himself that if anything, you love him like a friend.. Or maybe, to make it really awkward, you see him as another brother now, because of the bond between him and your own little brother and the way your mother is always quick to invite him over if she sees him out and about in town.

Because that has to be it… Right?

He can’t even fathom the reality being anything else because he’s just… Not used to good things at all.

Two, the older brunette woman in question happens to walk out and she spots you. And she walks right over. Smirk growing wider with each step she takes. “Only pathetic person I see in there is you. Just say you were jealous because he might’ve been looking at me more than you and go, you little bitch. Don’t you know?” she takes a long drag of her cigarette and blows the smoke right at you and you step away, scowling with your arms folded, “The boys in the band only like the girls like me.”

And yes, it does get in your head. It got in your head earlier in the night when you saw her and heard her in the parking lot on your way in. But right now, that’s not the thing that has you furious. She’s making one of your friends uncomfortable. You’re not stupid, you’ve spent enough time hanging around with and tutoring Eddie Munson by this point to know damn well when he’s not comfortable with something and you could see it in his eyes when she got real disgusting and thirsty during that last song before the break.

“Whatever you say.” you’re dismissive. Smirking. “You don’t actually know the guy, by the way.. If you did, you’d have seen the four or five times he looked like he was about to hurl when you felt the need to tell everybody in the bar what you’d let him do to you.” your fist clenches when she steps closer. You’re a breath away from just slapping the taste out of her mouth and the only thing stopping you is the fact that maybe she’s right… Maybe she is his type. You’ve seen the mags in his room that he doesn’t hide well at all. She does kind of resemble at least one of the women on the cover. And it bothers you just a little when the thought arises. Enough so that you don’t do it, you lower your hand before you go through with it.

Astrid steps between the two of you. Because this isn’t you in a crowd anymore. This is person to person. And you’re one hell of a lot braver -and mouthier, when it’s person to person. Especially when it comes to someone you care about, because you bloodied Carver’s nose not even a week ago because you overheard him saying some really nasty shit to Chrissy when the three of you were in the gym at the same time.

Nobody fucks with the people you care about. These people include your little brother -anyone can ask that little idiot Troy how that went because you scared the living shit out of him once when he made Dustin almost cry, Astrid - an old boyfriend was spreading around disgusting rumors last year and you not only upturned your entire tray over his head in front of everyone but you also somehow managed to sneak out during class and let the air out of his front tire and the back one, then you hid the little caps that went on the valve stems, your mother - she’s seen you stand toe to toe with your father when your father promised to do something and then went back on it, you ripped him a new one because your mom cried because she had to explain to Dustin that his dad didn’t have time to make it to one of his camp events, and then there was the thing with Chrissy and the way you just calmly turned Jason’s entire face for him after you dragged him for everything he was worth. And if the way you’re getting worked up and angry on his behalf is anything to go by, Astrid thinks, you really care about Eddie Munson, despite the overwhelming fear you feel in even admitting it.

As all this is happening, you have no clue that Eddie Munson has overheard at least half of the whole thing. And he’s now approaching, ready to break things up before they get out of control. And his mind is absolutely reeling because there’s so many different ways to interpret you not answering when Astrid outright said you were in love with him and right now, he’s more concerned about you and getting you out of this than he is grilling you or getting too wrapped up in his own equally pessimistic thoughts.

“Hey, hey. Hey!” Astrid’s snapping her fingers to keep your eyes on her and not glaring a hole through the brunette. The brunette is laughing. “Let the little girl go, by all means, sugar.”

“Oh no, no ma’am.. You absolutely do not want me to do that.” Astrid tells the other woman. “I can assure you, you definitely do not want that.”

“Lemme go, A.” you’re trying to push through the barrier of your best friend’s arm. “Maybe then this bitch will learn to leave someone who’s clearly not fuckin interested alone and stop fuckin harrassing him.”

“Okay, alright.” Astrid lowers her arm and you’re just about to lunge straight at the other woman when you feel strong arms wrap around your waist, picking you up to stand you behind him. Eddie’s got his arms folded and he’s staring down at the older woman.

“Ya know she’s here with me… Right?” Eddie’s calm when he says it. But there’s a certain small hint of territorial that seeps into the honeyed words as he looks at the older woman. “Just gonna put this to rest right now, alright? Just so you’ll finally get it. I was nice before, but..” he twists at the ring on his index finger as he gazes down at it and takes a deep breath, “now you’re messing with her. So I’m not going to be.”

The woman is starting to get what he’s hinting at, but Eddie doesn’t trust her comprehension level fully, so he just says it outright. “You’re not my type. I’m not even interested in you a little, okay? I asked her to come here tonight. Did I ask you to?” Eddie questions.

“You’re a jerk.”

“And you’re a bully.” Eddie says it so calm. “You can go now. I kinda want to have a minute with my girl before I gotta go back up on stage.” and he waves his hand at her dismissively.

The older brunette leaves in a huff and Eddie’s looking down at you with a mixture of concern and amusement. You’re rambling and ranting, and you apologize at least ten times, but he doesn’t care.

It’s one of the few times someone other than his uncle, Gareth or Jeff or even your own little brother as of late, have stood up for him. Without being forced into it somehow.

He’s definitely mind-blown. Touched by it.

“Hey, hey.” he’s got you looking at him now, one hand on your hip and the other on the column of your neck, “It’s okay. I mean it, it’s okay.” he’s trying to reassure you. You take a deep breath and nod, swallowing hard. But he doesn’t let go right away and for a second or two, in the heat of the moment he’s almost tempted to just say to hell with tiptoeing around the way he feels because your lips look so soft and your perfume’s lingering heavy in his nose and it was just so fucking… Hot to watch you get protective just now. But he knows how skittish you are and he knows that he could very well be misunderstanding everything and thus, it’s not a good idea to react the way he wants in the heat of the moment. He settles the overwhelming urge to kiss you by stroking your cheek instead. And he chuckles quietly. “Thank you.. For that. I’ve wanted to tell her to fuck off a while now.”

You manage a weak smile and nod and he can feel your body starting to release a little of the tension you’d had built up. He goes on to reassure you again, “I’m not mad, okay? I mean it.”

“Okay.”

The wind is picking up and it’s time for the band to go back on anyway. Eddie slips an arm around you and leads you back inside the bar where Astrid is sitting in Gareth’s lap at his drum kit. Astrid was right earlier. The crowd has died down a lot. You’re starting to relax a little more.

Eddie spots the rowdy older man eyeing you up and wordlessly, he gives the man a disgusted look as he pulls you closer to him. You lean into Eddie’s side and take a few deep breaths, grinning like an idiot to yourself, grateful that he’s too preoccupied with talking to Jeff about the rest of the set list for the night to actually look down and see you and the look on your face right now.

And if you weren’t already sure you were head over heels in love with him, tonight just cements that. And it’s something that gives you this rush but somehow, it’s terrifying to comprehend all at once.

And all you’re left with is wondering whether you can actually be okay with just being his friend given the way you feel and knowing you’re too scared to make that leap…

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mallowflowers · 6 months

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i'd rather you call me yours

2018 01 21

Someone asked me: "why do we smoke? i don't see the point, and nothing good comes out of it."

i swore i would never smoke in my own room but i found myself smoking with the windows open shirt off and doors locked and lights dimmed i light up my first and last cigarette breathed in the heat from the smoke making sure every ash goes out the window and hoping the smoke is nice enough to leave my sheets and my drawers alone

i was watching a film and everyone was smoking the environment they were in was comforting i envied them; i wish i grew up in something like it everything the parents and the house provided from the attic to the worn bikes to the country air the smell of dew at sunrise and the comforting dawn parental love and the banter and the intimacy the soft sounds of midnight and the wind and they were smoking like it was nothing

maybe it is nothing and maybe cancer is a game maybe it is everything and we should stop but smoking calms me down and helps me breathe helps me remind myself that i can feel and that i am

or maybe it's the fact smoking is harmful that i find comfort and calmness in it's the acknowledgement of my own health and that i am pleasurably harming myself reminds me i am mortal with no concern of age because the moment i inhale my cigarette i don't find a social activity or a facade i find comfort in that i am hurting myself without visible wounds or any sort of pain and god does it feels good

i don't want to cut myself over anything anymore (i'm too scared to hurt myself) and maybe i'm too mature for that sort of release distractions are almost never the answer, i think songs, cigarettes, harm, films, are all distractions and i meant it when i said everything is about love

why do i smoke? maybe someone else knows why or at least pretending to know why because they read about it now complaining about health issues advocating to restrict and reserve

maybe it's a bit more than an addiction maybe they have their own insecurities and maybe they're waiting for something waiting to die, maybe? are you coming back? let me light a cigarette to wait up for you where no one cares about why and where but only you care about what and how because i only care about what you think and you're not coming back

he wakes up every morning sleep deprived expecting anything (and nothing) from her but she doesn't help and it's not her fault because everything else won't help and i try to reach out and help but it's so hard he's falling and i hope it's enough

how does it feel to hold on to something uncertain? no one wants to know about it and you think it's beautiful and then you can do anything at all because no one wants to know about it and then you get hurt because you find yourself coupled and she's waiting for you and you're full of guilt and promise to wait too next thing you know it's an open relationship and she met someone new and immediate and now you have to pretend it never happened and she'll thank you for being so good to her and you were just a phase for her bouts of loneliness she was yours because you had a depressive episode don't close your shell and let me whisk away your sighs or at least don't lie to yourself about it

"we mean so much to each other i'm sure we'll meet again" she says every time she comes back you drop everything but she doesn't mean a thing to me because i can't easily fill his shoes and i wished you said no and i wished i even said something "i('ve been) miss(ing) you! let's meet up!" he says and every time you do it's because nothing was there in the first place she comes home to somewhere else and then you start to understand why i smoke because even though she says it's wrong and i push all your buttons and wrestle you (in bed) i'm sure you need to be reminded that one day you're going to die and she will too and you only have one life why not hurt yourself but feel good doing it? so, when you eventually die it'll be of a pleasurable death regardless of how painful and slow the process is because you said to yourself you're not insecure and you were positive what happiness meant

happiness was definitely anything but this feeling scared and irrational and then some losing everything that was unreplaceable if you came and went you would never come back this distance between us is drowning taking me with it or letting it take me because if i could, i definitely would but shouldn't because i would leave everything if i could just turn on the bright lights but i would rather watch from the dark knowing that i am pretty and i am loved even when no one really knows my name even when i'm a subject to everything else

happiness is trying to jump from the 31st floor you lost your kid, you failed to pass and then you jumped manchester by the sea but the gun clicked or, you tried to fly but went headfirst

happiness is thinking over and over and over to yourself you will never find someone like them ever again convincing yourself that the next day and the next day, and the next will be the same if you don't do anything not being able to sleep at night because you can't breathe to save yourself hurting myself because it's not normal i have to be normal like everyone else because time wasted is life spent and i'm very good at underestimating

happiness was being somewhere a place you don't belong but love insincere insults and holding hands but we're fine when we're alone not through about a lot of things why would you step on me? and leave me to bleed indefinitely shouldn't you be the one to fuck me on the empty space and parking lot i asked forgiveness over nothing you gave me kindness and more where should i sit tomorrow? i swear it was a misunderstanding please take what i came to give please, i don't need whatever you have

happiness was never about being in your sad company your girlfriends are all about their quirkiness or the absence of where you want to be of course, it was dark and dim loving the smell of cigarettes, sweat and rigidness over the smell of leather and recycled air i swear we've been here before too familiar but not at all comfortable "oh, but i'm too shy around here i get along without you very well except when i hear your name but i've forgotten you just like i should" foolish conversations over intimate music you can't hold your laugh to hide your shoes nothing to talk about despite being comfortable all we seem to do is talk about sex i would drop you off the moment she comes i liked you only a little bit, because i'm too shy around here

happiness was being lied to but hoping everything would change when you wake up to morrow, to sorrow everything you said was because this is all a dream and i'm petty slowly being pulled back to when you knew everything was not working the distance between us the size of a planet even though everything was so familiar i wanted to say it first but it still hurts you didn't have to rip it and fuck me "you could be a great singer if you wanted" no, i just want to wait for my car in your bed, under the cover

happiness was stealing looks and a kind or intense gesture over the table or on the place we tried to touch you said no a couple of times or else you wouldn't be on your way in love since three years ago even before i had met you i'm all grown up and very much changed some for the better, some for worse you said, goodbye, (we may never meet again) or you said, that's pretty nice but i never replied to see what you had inside

happiness shouldn't be about believing in yourself but i believed you anyway when you said so you came home at 4:56 with horrible breath and no recollection of what happened before i would love to pick you up and pity you and draw you a house you wanted to wake up in to try to read in between the windows your shallow heart mattered to me, i think reading bad predictions and everything organized i believed in you and not myself and in the morning i gave you the keys

happiness is getting a new toy a piece of plastic could bring love for a night or at least a promise of one i want you now, not later, not ever i fell in love with whatever you used "take me away from here, find me a place to stay i'm much more older than what i'm comfortable with and i'm much more sincere at this than you ever will i'm going to keep you inside with my other toys promising i will definitely revisit you again only if i'm as young as when i loved" dreams of using and actually holding you? fucking lol, i'm never opening that drawer again

happiness is always hearing from people saying, i love you but it's conditional a kiss on the cheek and the touch of your hand are just distractions for any feelings it's nice and doesn't mean anything but it did at the time

happiness was swearing and giving you swore you would never take and take hearing songs that, in essence, said: "i always loved you, darling and i always will" sleeping at night, feeling someone else's a song plays; the night was anything but still take us back to when you breathed in heat and spat out your restlessness hoping you would never use your hands to use your heavy and "pure" heart but you're not supposed to because she said "i swear it's not my fault and definitely yours" i begged you to stop and quit this winter's past but found myself swearing to quit three weeks ago because having emotions is so immature only happy thoughts and optimism until she calls them with papers in hand and you have to say yes

happiness used to be reading your favorite books or, promising to read them, someday and reading them anyway but not telling you

happiness used to be not being grateful and taking and taking and taking meaning so much too someone but it's going to be far too late, if i don't tell you you were so pretty your hands around my neck it was colder than you promised "why are you like this every time i'm around?" it's far too late, but i'm never telling why because being told to fuck off and go is the worst feeling someone can feel without having to take their clothes off being upset is feeling despondent about you we'll never get anywhere if you keep worrying because accidents happen in front of you washed out guitars and broken amplifiers sounds better than petty fights over a broken window we won't have anything if we stay here nowhere else to go, so let's go up

happiness was writing you songs you don't like but appreciate making promises to be broken only a couple of days later

being in love was the con telling myself over and over what i told you repeatedly the seasons have changed, i think water is cold but not freezing winds undefeated but thin children won't swim outside lest they get deadly sick (or a beating) they won't say it regardless consequences (or lack thereof) too heavy and too much to bear so i sleep with thinner skin than what i had last summer because i don't want it to be true

happiness was conversations about not being able to see the last person losing why did we stay by the water? or at the bakery where we used to fall in love? you saw me in the midst of other forgettable faces a familiar face, i don't want to look at you why was i such an asshole? slowly letting go and over text? i'm too hung up about whatever i did deserving much more than i ever will we're both happy so it doesn't matter i tried to help her, what can you do? meet me in the middle so we can walk together

(happiness is) being envious to a fault and just enough for you to notice

happiness wasn't seeing myself walk out retardedly with a broken spine and or heart kissing me where people told you to believing that heaven is a place on earth and you wanting to apologize, or wanting to trust some sort of given love the stars die out slower than my love for you because you believe my love lasted ever since a picture of one of my (last) moments with you give me a kiss goodnight because we deserve it

happiness was feeling (too comfortable) knowing and wanting to not mean anything the distance between us the size of an ocean we should've stayed by the water and drown and wake up next to each other, wet forgetting what was said, this one night but you kept your eyes controlled and your words rosy and promising it's hard to leave when you’ve become someone else's reason to stay i would've drowned if i had stayed words escape me and i cut myself fell in love by the main send me letters saying i was your tom and you my summer (always will) and how different every love feels when you leave so tell me, can anyone else love you like i love you?

i asked you what you rather have me call you and you said you'd rather i call you mine don't close your heart and let me whisk away your sighs or at least don't lie to yourself about it

someone asked me, "are you sure smoking helps?" and i think i replied that i'm not sure but if i wasn't suicidal i think i'd stop.

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reflections-of-mobius · 7 months

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Type: Plot Progression | EVENT: “There One Moment, Gone the Next” Universe: Sandstorm Location: Meteo-Tech Tower/Chemical Plant Island

Claws slowly reached out- blackened tips brushing along the burnt edge of Node's injury. Smoke rose, the sound of the laser still reverberating in his ear. In other situations, he might have laughed at the silly noise- but he didn't, here. His ears were lowered, his eyes wet from glistening tears. The first fell.

His voice was failing- cracking even as he tried to whisper their name. He had promised- promised...and now, their body was as still as death- acrid black smoke rising from the injury they'd sustained, eyes closed, mouth open in a silent cry. I promised...

Bless cautiously moved Node's limp form, resting his head on their chest. His eyes closed, not wanting to see the sight of his deceased partner.

A cough- wet, but there.

"Hhhchhh....." The voice was quiet- but it had Bless instantly shooting his head upright, emerald hues flashing over the battered body in his arms. The ring- he hadn't even realized- it was still pulsing, the glow barely visible, but there. Node coughed again- crimson spilling from their lips.

"Node...." He cradled them close, wiping away some blood from their mouth with a finger. Only then did it hit him- they'd coughed up blood. "Node--!"

"...th' He-ack-...hit me.." They were trying to move- a hand slowly sliding downwards. Bless was quick to pick Node up- thoughts frantic. Daytime was nearly here- he would be faster then, but the hit they'd taken...!

"Tails, have you got any-"

"No..."

"I do." Amy stepped closer, slowly reaching towards her back- and producing some gauze. "It's going to be patchy, but it'll work- just...give me a few minutes." She nodded towards the floor. "Put them down."

"I-"

"Bless." The look in her eyes stopped the werehog, his voice catching in his throat. He gingerly set Node back down- flinching as Node's jaw clenched tight. The ring's glow in their chest was slowly getting brighter-- a signifier that they were more awake, now?

He hovered as Amy set to work. There wasn't much that could be done, here- and with the threat of more robots should they attempt to leave... He couldn't get them to a hospital- not right away. They'd just have to figure out what Meteo-Tech wanted with the rings- and hopefully do it quick.

"...it's not fatal...but you'll need time to recover, Node." Prim sat back, allowing Bless access to his partner once more. He kneeled down beside them, fingers reaching- only to pause before they could touch. This is my fault.

"...t'bad the one thing I need...is the one thing I ain't got..." Node clenched their teeth, biting back a hiss as they tried to sit up. Bless didn't stop them, though his hands were directly before them- ready to assist if the task proved too much. "...can't stay here...n' can't be alone..."

Amy's lips pressed into a thin line.

"...you can't get into another fight, Node...these injuries-"

"--I'll be fine." The fox closed their eyes as they spoke, their side burning. It had been numb at first- but with each moment, the pain was blazing back. "...if I stay, I'm dead. If I go with you guys..."

"I know." Bless' reply was quiet. He cautiously moved his hands- helping Node to stand to their feet, much to Prim's disappointed scowl. "Look- we can't leave 'em here. And you and Inari are both in danger, so asking either of you to ta--"

"I get it, Bless." Amy rested a hand on the burly werehog's shoulder, even as another spark of snapping wires filled the air. "We should get going."

"...yeah." He cautiously tapped Node's arm. "...going up?" When he could see them reply with a faint nod, he lifted the fox- careful to keep their burned side as untouched as possible, even as he held them close to his chest.

The fire from the oil of the robots crackled and flickered. The tower's main floor had gone dark- but none of the team cared as they started for the exit Inari had pointed out earlier.

"...don't fucking scare me like that..." Even if it made him more top-heavy than before, Bless didn't care. He gingerly pecked Node's forehead, emerald hues softening. He didn't dare speak it, but the thought still crossed his mind- one that he knew could shatter his partner if it was uttered.

...I thought I lost you...

Almost imperceptibly, his claws tightened around Node's knees and shoulder.

He wouldn't let them get hurt-- ever again.

#a tranquil sea/on all horizons | writings #We can do this together/Bet you feel better when you’re dancing | Sandstorm #Hanging on the edge of tomorrow/From the works of yesterday | Sonic “Bless” the Hedgehog #Behind this soft exterior/Lies a warrior | Node the Fennec Fox #I wanna live better days/Never look back and say/It could have been me | Miles “Inari Archie/Tails” Prower #I wanna taste love and pain/I wanna feel pride and shame/I don’t wanna take my time/don’t wanna waste one line | Amy “Prim” Rose #injury tw #death tw #implied death tw #long post #//tbh I didn't want to write this small portion #//so today I just sat down and went 'BITCH' at myself #//and this happened #//ONWARDS #//some parts of pl0ts are necessary but stars the gods test me to write them #eye strain #eye strain tw

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anna-hawk · 3 years

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Frank Drabble

For @darlingshane 🤗🤗🤗 Today I swapped the angst for some fluff for you.

16 touches - massaging them

"Dammit, Frank. Lie. Still!" You grunt, forcing the large man back down on the bed to lie on his front. Not without difficulty, though.

"I'm good, no need for that." Frank pushes up on his elbows again, nearly unseating you from where you're straddled over his hips.

"Oh yeah?" You press a thumb into the muscle right under his shoulder blade, and Frank crumples to the mattress again, this time with a pained gasp. "Thought as much," you continue with an exasperated shake of your head.

"Alright, fine," Frank huffs and stays down.

Frank had overworked his back by helping Curtis at the VA, putting down a new wooden floor that had been damaged by a broken pipe and resulting in water infiltrating the floor.

The thing is, Frank often refuses to take care of himself properly. For him, everything was always fine and, "Don't worry, it'll go away at some point." You hate that. Especially when he's the first one to fuss over you for the smallest of colds.

That's why you'd bought some muscle relaxing massaging oil and asked Frank to lie down on the bed, shirtless. Alright, maybe you hadn't asked, but more like ordered him to do it. He'd followed through with it grudgingly but when he'd seen the oil, he'd started to protest, saying how it wasn't necessary.

Except that it was, seeing as how he would wince anytime he had to stretch or reach for something.

Now, you wait for Frank to get into a comfortable enough position, arms folding under his chin. Once he's still, you uncap the massaging oil bottle and pour a generous amount into your palm. It smells of herbs in a soothing way, the texture not too fluid but just right to work into the skin without it running everywhere. You put your hands together to warm the oil, the scent getting even more pronounced from doing that, and position them right under Frank's shoulders.

You slowly start making your way over his back, digging into his muscles and feeling the tension in them.

At first, Frank stays quiet, but he quickly starts groaning whenever you hit a particularly tense spot. You grin as you feel him unwinding under you, his shoulders relaxing, the frown on the side of his face visible to you, smoothing out until it's gone. He swears colorfully when you reach the same spot that you had prodded earlier to get your point across, and actually moans when you work the muscle with diligent fingers.

"No need for that, huh?" you chuckle, throwing his own words back at him.

"Yeah, yeah. You're all wise 'n all. Just keep goin'," he mumbles into the pillow, making you laugh out loud this time.

By the time you're done with his lower back, Frank seems about to doze off, breath even and deep, eyes closed.

You smile fondly this time and lean over him to kiss the center of his nape.

"I love taking care of you, Frank. So next time, just indulge me, yeah?" you speak against his skin.

"Promise," he says hoarsely, really close to sleep now, but he still reaches for one of your hands to link his fingers with yours.

#frank castle #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle x reader #the punisher fanfiction #drabble #prompt #fluff #my writing #I still love writing for him so much #I really do see him not taking care of himself #you deserve it Frank!#I want to take care of him

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amimimi · 3 years

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nightmares ; kyan reki

synopsis: in which Reki wakes up from a nightmare and you help him through the aftermath (take place after episode 7)

genre: hurt/comfort, angst with a fluffy ending

warnings: nightmares, panic attack, swearing,

word count: 2.5k

notes: this is sad af IM SORRY. i thought of this scenario when episode 7 dropped but I didn’t write it until recently. i'm going to do a part 2 to this post episode 11 and i promiseee it'll be a lot happier. I apologize in advance for spelling/grammatical errors.

it should’ve been movie night.

you should’ve been wrapped in reki’s arm watching pirates of the caribbean or some other corny movie, simply for the purpose of having not to exert any brain energy.

and you should’ve definitely been teasing reki by smacking noisy kisses on his face or blowing raspberries at the base of his neck.

but alas, it’s nearly midnight and you’re not doing any of aforementioned activities you should’ve been doing. instead, you’re finishing up a paper for your literature class due the next morning. reki, being the supportive boyfriend he was, offered to come over with snacks anyways to offer your moral support. “I gotta hold you accountable, babe!” reki grinned, squeezing your cheeks with both his hands.

that was nearly four hours ago.

currently, you’re furiously typing away at your paper with your legs stretched out in front of you. you were on your conclusion, trying to wrap up whatever you had written. your boyfriend is softly snoring beside you on your bed. he’s facing you, laying on his side with one hand resting on your lower thigh.

you paused from typing upon hearing reki sigh in his sleep. your heart swells and you have to hold back the urge to coo at the sight of reki drooling slightly onto one of your plushies. biting back a giggle, you set your laptop aside and snatch your phone off your bedside table.

after snapping four or so pictures, you notice reki’s brow is slightly furrowed. you still - thinking that you may have waken him up from shifting too much, until his brow furrows deeper and whimpers. your confusion morphs into concern and you realize that reki is having a nightmare.

shit. should you wake him? were you supposed to wake people from nightmares? you were sure you heard it makes it worse. or was that sleeping walking?

suddenly, reki’s eyes, bloodshot with sleep, flutter open as he rouses from whatever miserable dream he was having.

“reki?” you ask hesitantly as he struggles to sit up. he’s taking sloppy breaths, his eyes darting around the room until they land on you. “reki, are you okay?”

you feel your heart drop into your stomach when you see a mixture of confusion and terror in reki’s eyes. his breathing is now bordering on erratic but he manages to wave you away with his hand. “M’fine, m’fine!” he assured you, though his voice is slightly shaking. “you can go back to sleep, sorry to wake you”

you frown. “reki, i wasn’t sleeping. i was writing my essay, remember?”

he just stares at you with an unreadable expression. you want to reach out and touch him—or hold him or something, but you stop yourself. you’re afraid you might make whatever it is worse.

“reki, are you sure you’re alright—?”

but he’s already climbing off your bed, his movements frantic and unsteady. you hear him choke out “just gotta go to the bathroom” between barely audible pants. and before you have time to respond, the bathroom door down the hall shuts but you don’t hear the click of the lock.

with that, you’re left sitting alone in your room. you blink a couple times before hesitantly throwing your legs over the side of the bed. there was no way in hell he was okay and you knew that. never once have you seen him shaken up— so panicked like that. the look in Reki’s eyes and the tremble in his voice was enough to activate the urge to protect. but you were also scared. scared of doing the wrong thing, of messing up and making it worse.

Sighing, you sit back on your bed and decide to give him 10 minutes to gather himself. if he needed your help, you reasoned with yourself, he would’ve asked...

...would reki have asked for help?

knowing the answer to that question, you hauled yourself off your bed and tip-toed out of your room. the house was silent, save for the soft pattering of your footsteps and your parents' soft snores wafting over from their room. as you approach the bathroom as quietly as you can, the faint sound of reki gasping frantically become becomes more evident, and your heart breaks. it takes every ounce of willpower not to break the door down and you take a deep breath before softly knocking on the door.

"reki, baby?" you whisper, with your your lips almost pressed up against the door. reki doesn't answer, but he's still breathing erratically from behind the door and you wonder if he even heard you. “reki?”

no answer. wondering if reki even had the chance to lock the door, you gently twist the knobs and find that your suspicions were correct. you push the door slightly open and your heart shatters.

reki is visibly shaking where he stands in front of the mirror as he grips the edges of the sink, his knuckles white. still taking shuddering breaths, he hangs his head down, his hair plastered to his forehead, and eyes squeezed shut. he’s too absorbed in regaining control over his body to notice you had opened the door.

trying to keep the tremor out of your voice, you whisper his name to get his attention. “reki?”

he hears you this time. reki’s head snaps up so fast you swore you heard a crack. with glossy eyes, he looks up at the reflection of your face peeking in through the door. initially, confusion crosses his face, as though he forgot he was even in your house. however, confusion is quickly replaced with recognition, and his shoulders sag ever so slightly with relief.

“y/n?” reki croaks, and your lips upturn into a sad smile. he takes the sight of you in just a bit longer, deciding if he should be honest with you—if he should ask for your comfort. instead, he lets his head hang once more. “s-sorry, you can go back to bed. i’m fine”

“you don’t seem fine, baby”

reki doesn’t respond, neither conforming or denying your statement. biting your lip, you open the door wider but keeping from stepping in the bathroom. you want to make sure he’s okay, but you don’t want to infringe on his personal space.

“‘are you sick?” you gently question, watching a bead of sweat drip down his temple. his head still hanging, reki shakes his head. “no?”

“i—” reki is cut off by defeated sob and your heart strangles “i can’t calm down”.

something about his confession makes you feel like you’ve been kicked in the stomach. the only thing going through your mind is to protect, protect, protect, protect.

reki’s erratic breathing picks up again, and you step into the bathroom and shut the door behind you.

“okay, it’s going to be okay. i’m here”, you state as calmly as possible. “can i touch you?”

“y-yes” reki chokes out in between rapid breaths. with his consent, you step forward and gently place your hand to his back. his shirt is completely drenched in sweat, but you pay no attention as you rub small circles into reki’s back.

"you're going to be okay, i promise" you try to convince him, but he shakes his head.

"'feels like i'm dying", he says between harsh pants. a small frown forms on your face and you reach over to brush his hair out of his face.

"you're not, reki. you're having a panic attack and i know it feels really scary, but it'll pass" you tell him, trying to keep your voice firm. it devastated you to see him so distressed and you would've switched places with him in a heart beat if you could. "you're safe, i won't let anything happen to you, i promise"

you're not sure if reki believed you, but you meant it. reki was easily one of the most loving person you knew. he poured his heart into you making sure you always felt safe and heard. and not only for you, but for everyone he loved. you recalled many instances of reki grabbing and squeezing your hand in large crowds, ordering food for you whenever you felt shy. and if you had a big exam you were stressing about, he'd bring you breakfast and walk you into your class. reki was your rock so many times before, you wanted to be his now and forever.

reki suddenly jolts and you're snatched out of your train of thought. “'m so dizzy...” reki slurs, with his eyes squeezed shut.

“i know, baby”, you murmur, concerned that he wasn't breathing properly. “can you take a couple deep breaths with me?”

reki hesitates before giving a low sob, “i don’t know if i can"

"you can, reki. i'll do it with you, okay, love?" you soothe as you continue to rub his back. "breathe in through your nose-"

you take an exaggerated breath in through your nose for demonstration, and reki shakily breaths in. "good, you're doing good. and out through your mouth"

reki lets his breath out with a whoosh, and the heaviness in your chest dissipates just a little. "that's it, baby, you're doing so great" you coo. "now breathe in again for four second and out for four seconds. i'll count for you"

reki continues to take measured breaths in time to you counting and your hand doesn't once stray from his back. every now and then, you dab some sweat off his face with the sleeve of your sweater. you make sure to encourage him between breaths, to let him know you're not leaving. this continues on for a couple minutes until reki is able to take measured breaths on his own, without you counting. you never once stop rubbing his back. he's still trembling, but he seems to have calmed down a little.

“do you wanna sit down, maybe?” you’re eyeing the death grip he has on the edges of the sink to support himself up. the last thing you want is for him to collapse and potentially hurt himself. he nods his head, not opening his eyes. "bathroom or my bedroom?"

"bedroom" reki croaks, his voice sounding shot to hell. slowly, his teary eyes flutter open and he turns around to you, still gripping onto the sink. you both lock eyes and your heart bursts with love—like springtime erupted inside your chest.

"i'm so proud of you, reki" you whisper, stroking his face lovingly. he blinks at you before his bottom lip begins to quiver. for a second, you think he's gonna burst into tears but he only sighs shakily and leans into your hand. "come on, let's get you laid up and comfy"

•••

by the time reki is changed out of his sweaty shirt (he declined to take a shower, promising he'd wake up tomorrow to do so) and laid in your bed, he'd gotten through the worst of his panic attack. you had given him the snacks he had brought for you at the beginning of the night, prompting him to eat get rid of the shakiness.

now, reki was sat up in your bed, still donning the care bear blanket you draped over him and munching on a chocolate bar. he watched as you completed your skincare routine in front of your mirror. occasionally, you would glance over at him and smile reassuringly, to which he would tiredly smile back.

rubbing your moisturizer in, you make your way over to where reki is laid up on the bed. he's still chewing his chocolate bar, watching as you climb on the bed and pull yourself over to where he is laying. grinning softly, you tuck your feet under you and tuck a strand of hair behind reki's ear. he instantly nuzzles into your palm and oh, does your heart get soft.

"how do you feel?" you ask, your eyes scanning his face. the color has returned to his face, but his lips are chapped and his eyes are considerably sunken. "did you drink the water like i asked?"

"i'm feeling better and yes, i did" reki playfully retorts, sticking his tongue out at you. you purse your lips to one side and pinch his cheek, drawing a whine out of him.

"reki, look up at me real quick," you frown, holding his chin with your hand. reki momentarily forgets his chocolate bar and looks up at you, confused. you lean down and kiss him, staying like that for a couple seconds before you pull back with a grin. "there! all better!"

"was that supposed to be my get better kiss?" reki asks, his lips quirking with an amused smile.

"kinda? your lips were chapped so i wanted to give you some of my lip masque", you answer. reki rolls his eyes, but you don't miss the slight blush on his cheek. you giggle before reki wraps his arm around your shoulders and tugging you towards his chest. he grabs your nose with two of his fingers and you squeal with delight.

"what the hell is a lip masque?" he questions incredulously as you remove his hand from off your nose. you can't help the series of laughs that erupt from your chest. "oh my gosh, y/n, shhh! your parents will hear you!"

reki tries in vain to shush you, but he's giggling too, albeit a lot more quietly than you. when you manage to catch your breath, you pull yourself from reki’s grasp and sit up in front of him. the both of you smile softly at each other.

you wondered if you should ask him about his nightmare from before, although you had a feeling where this was stemming from. he seemed on edge—distant even, since the beef with adam. you remembered how distressed he was in the days leading up to the beef between adam and langa.

reki was still in a fragile state, you didn’t want to risk asking him about it so soon. maybe tomorrow? the day after that?

reki’s smile faltered. “you okay?” he asks quietly, bringing his hand up to your face. you blink, realizing that you weren’t doing such a great job of concealing your thoughts.

you sigh contentedly, twisting your head to kiss the palm of reki’s hands before placing your own hand over his.

“yes, i just—” you pause. “i just love you so much”

reki giggled and wow, was it the purest sound you’ve ever heard. he leans in and kisses you like you’re the most precious being in the world. “i love you too”, he murmurs, pressing his forehead against yours. you both stay like that, until reki yawns into your face.

“you need to rest, sweetheart”

reki frowns as you lay down, pulling him along with you. “but i am resting” he protests, stifling another yawn.

“i meant sleep” you reply, readjusting the carebear blanket around his shoulders. he tenses in your arms, but you press your lips against his forehead. “i’ll be here, i won’t leave. and i won’t let anything happen to you”

the tension in reki’s body eases and he sighs, nuzzling into your chest. “i love you...” he slurs, eyes already half shut.

“i love you” you whisper, fighting off sleep yourself. you waited until reki’s breathing deepened—the tell-tale sign of sleep, before you let yourself drift off too.

notes: this was long as hell, part ii will be way more happier and wayyy shorter.

#sk8 the infinty #reki #reki x reader #sk8 the infinity x reader #reki kyan x reader

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vannybarber · 3 years

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Rude Boy

Summary: You're practicing a dance routine at Chris' house and you can't get a move down, so he helps you out ;)

Chris Evans x Famous¡BlackReader

(Imagine you're on Beyonce's level of fame. You can sing, rap, dance, act. All that 🥰.)

Warnings: SMUT, cursing, spanking, tiny fluff.

Words: 2.8k

S/N = Stage Name

"Chris pleaseeee" you say, literally on your knees in front of him.

"I don't know if I'm qualified for that. I mean you're S/N." He rubs his face and sighs. You hate when he talks down on himself like that.

You were currently in his living room, begging for him to critic your choreography for your upcoming performance this Sunday night at the Teen Choice Awards. Its nothing different from what you've done before, but you like the feedback. Chris was nominated for 2 awards and also is attending with Scott.

"Stop acting like I'm better than you. Can you please do this for me? Please boo?" You beg him once more, using the nickname you developed for him over the time you worked together.

You met him in the beginning of both you guys' career when you both got casted for Not Another Teen Movie. Then worked together again in Infinity War after the Russo brothers discovered your years old string of tweets begging to be in a Marvel film. You both vowed to never lose touch again after that.

He smiled to himself at the nickname and finally agreed. You clasped your hands together, squealing like a 2 year old. You get off your knees, grimacing at the slight pain on the pads. Grabbing your phone and speaker out your bag, you run to one of his large spaced rooms in his house and hook up your Bluetooth.

You were ready, but hearing his feet shuffling behind you, it was evident he had no intention of speeding up. So you run to him and grab his thick arm and pull him the rest of the way.

"Alright alright I'm comin' " he chuckled at your excitement. He picks up his pace so you don't pull his shoulder out his socket. Finally making it back to the room, you grab a chair for him and make him sit in it.

He sits, getting comfortable and you quickly walk over to your phone and start the music.

Tonight I'ma give it to you harder

Tonight I'ma turn your body out

Relax lemme do it how I wanna

If you got it, I need it and I'ma put it down

You start the dance, lipsyncing the lyrics. You already have great breath control, so you don't have to worry about messing up your vocals.

Buckle up, I'ma give it to you stronger

Hands up we gon' go a lil longer

Tonight I'ma get a lil crazy, get a lil crazy baby

You swirl your ass up in the air, in doggy style position. You look up at Chris and see him looking at your butt. You just smirk and keep going.

Going into your last verse, the nastiest one, the one move you've been struggling with is coming up.

I like when you tell me kiss you there

I like when you tell me move it there

So get it up, time to get it up

You say you want rude, boy, show me whatchu got now

Come here right now

You catch his eyes and wink. He winks back playfully. You guys had flirty exchanges, but they were all joke based. One of the great parts of you guys' relationship.

You lie on your back and prepare to do the move.

Come here rude boy boy can you get it up?

Come here rude boy boy is you big enough?

You attempt the move and mess up for the 50thousandth time. Sitting up on your knees, you bring your hands to your face and groan. Frustrated, you rise and bring the music back to the last verse.

Chris gets up and walks to your side, wrapping his huge bicep around your shoulder. "Hey what's wrong, bean?" He dips his head down to look at your scrunched up face. Like he ain't just watch you fuck up the move.

"I can't get the move right. It's the one part I'm struggling with." You stomp your foot on the brown hardwood floor and fold your arms.

"Well how about you just change it to something you already know" he suggests, but you're not hearing it.

This move is perfect for the song. The move is like you're riding an invisible dick. You have to roll your hips twice and jump back up on your feet, ass in the air, right away. But your rolls are so mechanical and stiff. And you need to do it so you can go into the next move right after.

After you explain this to him, you sit down feeling defeated. He comes over and crouches infront of you, hands on your thighs. You stomach twirls a little. You haven't gotten any in like 2 years, so simple touches you riled up. It's honestly sad.

He scans you from your legs, stops at your lips and up to your eyes. You narrow them at him and wiggle your eyebrows smiling, lowkey wondering why he's checking you out. He smirks and speaks.

"How about I help you with the move?" So many thoughts and images of him riding an imaginary dick on the floor evade your mind and has you giggling like an idiot.

"You gonna get on the floor with me?" You question half jokingly and half serious.

"I have a better idea." Confused, you watch him rub his big hands up your slightly bigger thighs. He reaches your hips and squeezes them, making you squeal because you're ticklish. He stands up and bends down to your level and looks you in your eyes.

"I want you to ride me, Y/N." Your body moving faster than your brain, you get up and walk to the window and stare at it. Hands against the glass you just watch the trees blow in the wind, wide eyed. You hear him laugh behind you and you turn around.

"Chris what do you mean 'ride you'?" You asked the dumb question, knowing exactly what he meant, but you needed to hear it from him. You needed to know exactly what you just heard.

"Honey, you know exactly what I mean. Can we just be honest here? We both are sexually attracted to each other, but push it aside for our friendship" he counters, walking up to you, rubbing your sides again. "Might as well admit it."

You were definitely attracted to him, but him attracted to you? Like that? The flirty jokes you guys shared with each other and the playful touches didn't really mean anything though. Right?

You didn't have time to think about that as you come back to reality and hear him calling your name.

"Y/N? Y/N, you there? You alright?" He grabs your face and checks your eyes. You slap his hand away and look at him. He's so annoying, but so beautiful. Its not fair.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this. I don't want to pressure you into sleeping with me. You're my friend." He backs up and shakes his head. "I'm sorry bean."

You heart pangs a little at his words. You actually wanted to do this. I mean as long as it didn't ruin your friendship, you were cool with it. You grab him back to you and tell him.

"Chris, you're not pressuring me into anything. I want to do it. You're helping me out and plus I trust you with my body. I know you'll respect me." You smile at him and he does the exact same.

"Are you sure because-"

"You have to thumb promise me that this won't mess up our friendship" you cut him off. "I really value that with you." You hold out your thumb, waiting for him to touch it with his. He smiles widely at you, connecting his thumb to yours and kissing his thumb nail, you doing the same.

Everything happened so fast. One minute you're making out straddling his lap and next he's picking you up and heading towards his room. And now here you are, on top of his splayed body on his bed. His tongue is still dancing with yours and his hands grip the hell out of your ass.

You both pull away after sucking out 75% of each other's carbon dioxide.

" Y/N, is this your first time riding?" He looks at you for your answer and you sheepishly nod your head, covering your face out of embarrassment. In your only two relationships, you did the same old things. Missionary and all that. You never really had control or lead so you were nothing less of inexperienced.

He softy pulls your hands from your face and chuckles. "Don't be ashamed, baby. I'm gonna help you okay? It'll be good for the both of us." Giving his famous wink, he adjusts his body a little higher.

"First, let's get these clothes off of you. Is that okay?" You nod eagerly and your heart warms up with how respectful he's being. Consent is so sexy.

He pulls your black t-shirt above your head and tosses it behind you. Observing your beddable torso he slides his hands up your ribcage, around your back and to your bra clip.

"Let's get this off, yeah?" Another eager nod. The entire time, you're just smiling. Because for one, he's being so patient with you and two, you're excited as hell. It's been a long ass time.

After your bra comes off, his hands shoot straight up to massage your boobs. They actually fill his hands and he's most definitely enjoying it. You laugh outloud and lower yourself down so he can slip one on his mouth. He quickly latched on twirled his tongue around the nipple and switches over to the other, doing the same. You throw your head back and grind on his crotch area.

He sees this and teases you about it.

"Is someone ready for their lesson?"

You whine out your words.

"Yesss." He halts his grip on your boobs and looks at you. "Yes what?" You pause and register what he's asking you. He quirks an eyebrow, waiting for your answer. You bite your lip.

"Yes Daddy." He pulls your head down by your neck and kisses you sweetly. "Good girl", he smiles at you proudly. Him praising you only made your panties even more soaked. You shift your body around, removing your tights. Throwing them to the side, you lean down and kiss him again. Only this time, you were the one removing the clothes.

After getting his shirt off and reconnecting your lips, your hands run over his chest and he moans in your mouth. You grin against his lips and reach for his belt. Pulling away, you earn a whine from him too.

Someone's eager, you think smirking to yourself.

Undoing that red belt he literally was in love with and removing his pants, his boner was on full display and you were not disappointed. According to your calculations, based off your sight, he was at least 7 maybe 8 inches. His shaft was visibly thicc and wide. You were in for a treat.

He watches you gawk at his coCk and thrusts up into your hand, making you squeal. He could literally feel the excitement radiate from your body. But he was way more excited than you could imagine.

"You like what you see, pretty girl?" You look back up at him and stick your tongue out like a child. You truly could not stand this adorable puppy man child. His hand rests on the side of your face and his thumb grazes over your cheekbone.

"Take it out for me, baby girl." All these nicknames he was giving you did not help your horny predicament. You reach inside his Calvin Klein's and feel for him. Grabbing his humongous length, you pull it out and pull the boxers down and off his legs.

Absentmindedly, you stroke him, dragging your thumb over the head and collecting the bits of precum sitting. He groans lowly, bucking his hips up into your closed hand.

"Now you're just gonna get up and sink on it slowly, okay? Stop for a second if it hurts" he coaches you. Following his orders, you move up so your core is right on his tip. Slowly you sink on him.

The slight pain does not go unnoticed as he stretches you out. Ignoring it, you push down a little more.

"That's it, sweet girl. You're doing so good for me. So good." He rubs your hips encouragingly, relieving some of the pain. When you finally get him completely inside, you look at your bodies connected, shocked you even got him in so easily.

"When you're ready, just move back and forth. If it gets too much, let me know and I'll help you. Okay, pretty girl?" You let out a soft 'yes', clenching around him. After most of the pain subsides, you move on him. His heaving breathing doesn't slip past you and neither does your tiny whimpers.

"There you go baby. You're learning so fast. Just keep moving, just like that." He throws his head back gritting his teeth. The pleasure is coming in fast and you moan out his name. Hands on his chest, your hips roll against his, cock sliding in and out of you. His hands on under your butt help you move swiftly.

You speed up at his praises and a swat lands on your bottom, leaving a tingling feeling. As if you weren't already fired up, that did it for you. Your pace increases and your skin slaps against his, echoing in the bare room. A yell leaves your mouth as reoccurring ecstacy shoots through your body everytime you slide back down on him.

Chris tries to grip onto you but his hands keep slipping.

"Fuck, Y/N! You're doing so perfect. Ride me just like that. You're such a good girl"

He starts to meet your rhythm, rutting up into you. Now you're screaming and the slaps get louder, his hands coming in contact with your ass more frequent. You feel the coil in your abdomen and you aren't short of letting him know.

"Daddy I'm- Fuck I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" You balance yourself with your hands on the sides of his head and give it your all one last time.

"Let go baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock, sweet girl." You didn't need to be told twice. Your eyes twisted shut and your pussy gripping around him, you cum all over his length. He thrusts a couple more times and shoots his load inside you, filling you up. Both your bodies go limp against each other.

"That was so fucking amazing" you force out, in between breathes. You raise your head to look at his fucked out state. Pride rises in your chest, knowing you did this to him. He looks down at you, giving a dopey smile.

"You were amazing. I would've never guessed this was your first ride. Hopefully it won't be your last, with me of course." Hope is evident in his voice. You take a moment to contemplate, but you already knew your answer.

"I think we could make it happen" you say tapping your fingers on your chin and a huge grin on your face.

"Then it's settled. I think you have this move downpacked." He leans down giving you another kiss. You were in for the ride of your life.

Blinded by your excitement to perform, Sunday night came quick. You were backstage watching the program as you got ready. The movie nominations were up and Chris was nominated for Movie Actor: Sci-Fi/Fantasy and Movie Scene Stealer. Hearing his name called for both awards you freak out while your make up artists Stella tries to put on the finishing touches.

Chris honestly deserves every award he is nominated for and every one he isn't. He's so talented, but people never appreciate the actual talent around here. He doesn't win many awards so this was extremely big for him. You were so proud.

You hear Maya Rudolph present you and you get into position.

Throughout the performance you were grinning from ear to ear. Excited for the move Chris helped you perfect and reminiscing on how he helped you perfect it. The part comes up and you absolutely nail it. You look at him in the front row and see his mouth a 'good girl' at you.

When the performance is over, you take in your applause, wink at Chris and head into the back. Moments later, everyone is in the back congratulating you. Chris comes up beside you and smiles.

"You did such a good job, bean." He kisses the side of your forehead. Your bestfriend comes up and asks you how you got the move down. You look up at Chris.

"Well I had a very good teacher. He taught me very well."

Glances did not fail to be thrown across the room and your bestfriend did not fail to bombard you and Chris with questions on the ride home.

Hmmm I actually liked this one 😎

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cloverfics · 3 years

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sweethearts ; bakugou katsuki

warnings shy!reader, shy!katsuki, mutual pining, and not edited

genre fluff, f2ls

word count 2.5k

inspiration n/a

synopsis in which you and the rest of the bakusquad are apart of the candygram committee and you take the opportunity to make a move on one stubborn katsuki

"This is so stupid." Katsuki sighed, feet hiked up onto his desk. It was around the umpteenth time that he had mentioned how useless or well— stupid this whole thing is.

You frowned, tying another ribbon around a baggie. "Aw, c'mon, Kat. It's the day of love, be more cheerful." You said, tossing him a chocolate.

He scoffed. "No. And stop calling me Kat." The following demand was mumbled as Katsuki turned his attention to opening the candy.

"Sure thing, Kat." You whipped around, imagining the irritated expression he was channeling because of your antics.

"C'mon Mina! How many do I have!" Denki whined, trying his best to juke the clipboard of names from Mina's hands. Something he's been doing all morning.

From the left of you, Kirishima let out a breath of laughter. "Dude, just wait and see." He assured Denki.

"Exactly. The surprise is the most fun part about this thing." Mina added on while she gently shoved Denki away from her.

"Not if dunceface doesn't get any." Katsuki sneered, sending Denki into a further sulk.

You sucked you teeth, preparing to reprimand Katsuki but Sero interjected first. "I wonder if you're getting anything today, Bakugou."

Almost on cue, the smug smirk on Katsuki's face simmers down into a scowl. He scoffed, "I could care less if I got one of those pathetic bags today! I can buy my own damn candy!" As he was getting chewed out, Sero could only chuckle.

Sending a sneaky glance towards you. You sighed, tuning out Katsuki's continous speech about how candygrams were pointless and how he didn't even want any.

In the corner of your eye you could see a sympathic smile on Kirishima's lips. He nudged your arm, "Nonetheless, you should still give it to him," He whispered into your ear.

Tossing another baggie into the box next to Jirou, you nodded.

"It'll make his day, I promise."

ฺ｡*:･

"Woah... seventeen for Yaomomo," Jirou blinked a couple times as your class erupted in a wave of teasing while Momo shuffled her way up to the front.

"Just take the whole damn box." Denki bitterly jutted it out her. He doubled over suddenly when Mina took said box and hit him in the stomach.

"Sorry, he's being very negative today." She handed Yaomomo her designated number of bags, making Denki help her to her desk.

You giggled softly. Your class was the last one for today, thankfully. Somehow, you had already grown sick to the smell of chalky sweets, even if your name hasn't been called yet.

"Twelve for Todoroki," Shoto came up to the front as dazed as ever while Denki muttered a very distasteful shocker under his breath.

Katsuki scoffed from his spot next you, leaning his back against the classroom chalk board. "Can't I go back to my desk?" He groaned.

Sero sucked his teeth, forming a conversation while Jirou's monotonous call continued. "Seeing as you didn't lift a finger all day I think you should be able to."

He prepared a smug smirk for Katsuki's explosive comeback but before he could speak through his gritted teeth, Aizawa had already shushed them.

"Two for Denki," A giggle that she covered up immediately with her hand fell from Jirou's lips and the classroom followed suit with a fit of snickers.

You could've sworn you say Denki's eye twitch before being handed two baggies by a grinning Mina. "Hey! That's two more than last year, right buddy?" Kirishima smacked Denki on the back in attempt to comfort.

"I don't think he wants words from someone who got seven more than him, Kiri." You whispered, noticing the way Denki borderline shook under Kirishima's hand.

"Four for ___." Your laughing fit with Kirishima was interrupted by your own name being called and Mina handing you your treats.

"Tch. What four imbeciles went out of their way to buy one of those for you?" Katsuki mused before you could speak yourself.

"You smell that," you sniffed around, Katsuki's eyes narrowed at you. "I smell pure jealousy." Your bags were waved in Katsuki's face for a moment before he was swatting your hands away.

"And last but certainly not least, one for Katsuki." Your heart skipped a beat. Not just at the mention of his name like it usually did but because you knew that one bag was purchased by you for him.

You were eager to look over and see the confused look on Katsuki's face you knew he was wearing but your heart was already beating in your ears so loud that you were in a stand still.

The thoughts you've had that always followed since you even got the idea to give him one started to roam freely.

Would he be grossed out? Would he be curious? What if he already suspects you because you're being obvious? And what if, miraculously, Kirishima's right and it makes his day?

But instead of laying any of those raging questions to rest, Katsuki accepts his bag from Mina silently. No snarky comment, no anger, just a soft tint of pink layering his cheeks as he looked at the packaging he had seen a hundred times already.

"Alright, thanks for finally wrapping that up, Jirou. Don't get those candy wrappers on my floor, I'm taking a nap." Mister Aizawa waved you all off like he always did and found home in that yellow sleeping bag.

While your committee cleaned up the boxes, the classroom fluttered with chatter. The spectrum of conversation being who they think would get them one and who they think bought something for the other person.

The cleanup was quick, so you all headed to the front where all the seats were open and gathered.

"Two. I only got two." Denki finally awoke from his daze to the realization.

You laughed, taking one from your bunch and leaning over to Denki. "I can share one of mine. Not really a fan of sweethearts."

But Denki still proved to be bitter, slapping your bag away. "I don't need your pity candy, ___."

You snorted. "Okay, suit yourself."

"So, it turns out Kat actually got one. You owe me twenty bucks Jirou." Sero made grabby hands at the girl who scoffed and immediately went into her bag.

You expected the usual antics to come from Katsuki who sat in his usual desk, one ahead of you. But again, there was no yelling, or anger, just a scoff and a glare.

"You idiots bet on me?" He asked.

"Hey, I thought it was easy money since I know exactly who would've got you one. Thankfully, they pulled through." Sero collected his cash with glee while you broke out into a cold sweat. Your eyes darted to Sero, a threatening message within them that you're sure he understood.

"Who?" Katsuki tried to make it seem like he didn't really care with the tone he used. But he was genuinely curious, you could tell. Which made you sweat more.

Katsuki sucked his teeth. "It was probably you, so you could get the money." The breath of relief you took was like no other, you visibly relaxed.

Sero chuckled. "No sir, I spent no money on candygrams. So, keep on guessing."

Fortunately, the bell rang, signaling that class and school as a whole was over. Your class flooded out, all walking to your dorm together in the usual group. Kirishima found his way to you in the crowd, bumping your hip.

"See, I told you." He pointed to a couple feet away where Katsuki walked ahead, bag still in hand as he stared down at it.

You felt your face start to heat up, nudging him with your elbow. "Maybe he's weirded out."

Kirishima scoffed. "If you told him it was from you, I assure you then you'll know it made his day."

A sigh had your body slumping. "I don't know, Kiri. I've managed to keep a good friendship with Kat. It's risky enough that I bought him one but confessing is another thing."

Even though you've managed to get through Katsuki's tough exterior ( kind of ), you still couldn't read him that well. How were you supposed to know when the right time to tell him was? Or if a right time even existed.

"Do it, trust me." Kirishima placed a hand on your shoulder, you gulped and darted your attention again to Katsuki's back.

ฺ｡*:･

You spent the rest of the day wallowing in your room with your inner conflict. Even ignoring the invites from your friends to spend the day watching d—list romance movies to sulk. It wasn't until later on in the evening that you came out of your room.

The dorms were less lively, almost everyone going away to their rooms to do whatever. You were convinced you were the only one in the main area until you saw Katsuki in the kitchen, unfortunately.

Your feet were ready to take you back upstairs to hide from him. But he must've heard the creaking that happened under your feet and caught you. His maroon eyes piercing right through you.

Damn it.

"Hey, Kat." You greeted awkwardly, hesitantly shuffling into the kitchen.

He nodded at you in acknowledgement, continuing to watch whatever he had in the microwave go round. The kitchen fell silent while the cogs in your head worked together to find yourself an excuse as to why you were even in here.

You shuffled through cabinets, pretending you were looking for something in particular.

"Hey," Katsuki beckoned your attention. His eyes were still trained on the microwave but obviously he was listening and waiting for your response. You hummed in answer, halting your pretend scavenging and leaning on the counter next to the fridge.

"You have any clue who bought me that baggie thing?" As he continued, his head turned to you. Your eyes enlarged at the sudden question that was accompanied by Katsuki staring you down. You felt like you were under an intense spotlight and there was no way out other than to a) lie or b) spill the beans.

Your brain was telling you to just get it over with and do the former, admit it to him confidently like Kiri had been urging you to do. Face the consequences as they came and stop hiding. So, you inhaled deeply and exhaled.

"I— uh— well, I— uh..." If you had the willpower to face palm you would, but apparently none of the signals your brain was sending were making it through to your body. Because your mouth kept opening and closing, no confession or accountability flowing out like you had hoped.

The only you could do was heat up and start sweating. The spotlight was getting hotter and more blinding.

The urge to face plant into the island ahead of you increased when Katsuki narrowed his eyes at you. The intimidating look sending chills up your spine.

You coughed. Putting an end to your stuttering and stammering. Your eyes fell to the tiles of the kitchen, hoping they'd loosen up one by one and swallow you whole.

"If there's something you want to tell me, idiot, spit it out," The microwave went off but now Katsuki could care less. He was edging towards you, arms crossed and curious to why it seemed like you were being interrogated for murder when he asked what he thought was a simple question.

Just do it.

The phrase chanted repeatedly in your head. And with the last of your dignity, you finally fulfilled your brain's request.

"I did it. I'm the one who bought the candygram..., Kat." You started off strong, but moving onto the second sentence your voice began to mellow.

You wanted to look anywhere except Katsuki but the shocked look on his face, accompanied by the tint of red covering his cheeks kept you drawn in. This time around he was staring down at the tiles, probably wishing the same thing that you were just seconds ago.

"If you did it as a joke, id—" Katsuki was about to threaten you, ready to build his walls back up but your adrenaline from fessing up was obviously still surging through you.

"No! It wasn't to prank you or anything, I did it because I like you, Kat. A lot." You paused, inhaling.

"A—and I've been meaning to tell you but I didn't know how you'd react because you're not really open. But then Kirishima told me it was a good idea, so I—" Your real self snapped back to reality in the middle of your confession, and it was apparent as you began to ramble and scratch the nape of your neck.

"Alright, enough. You sound like damn Deku." Katsuki, thankfully, put an end to your tangent that you silently agreed did sound like Izuku.

You laughed awkwardly, hoping it'd ease the tension not only in the air but in you. It felt nice to get that weight off your shoulders but oh boy did you have a lot to face. Like for example, how did Katsuki feel? Did he even reciprocate feelings? What would your friendship look like after this?

You had to know. You were dying to know. "So?" You mumbled, now fiddling with your fingers.

Katsuki's hand was at his nape like yours was moments ago. He huffed, obviously looking for the words. "You know, if you're going to confess to someone you should be more up front about it." Katsuki took short steps towards you.

You just hoped he couldn't hear your heart banging against your ribcage, because that's basically all you could focus on.

"I know." You answered.

"Tch. And I guess in saying that I should be taking my own advice." He grumbled, moving his gaze to the tile again. Your body basically perked up at the sound of that.

"Katsuki, did you send me a candygram?" Your assumption aloud make Katsuki scoff, his face heating up more and his gaze wandering even further. Now that the tables seemed to be turned, you suppressed your laughter. You had been psyching yourself out this whole time but Katsuki was basically in the same boat as you.

"So, what do we do now, Kat?" You asked, you crossed your arms. A hopeful thought that since he reciprocated your feelings a relationship would come of it.

Katsuki scoffed, dropping his arm into having them crossed again. "What did I tell you about that stupid nickname, dumbass?"

You laughed at his scowl. Thankful that even after the sudden confession between you to didn't actually tint your dynamic like you theorized it would.

Katsuki huffed, not seeking to bicker with you anymore. "Are you free this Saturday?"

"Uh, yea—"

"Alright, then. Be ready by three." That's what you were left with as Katsuki turned on his heel and left the kitchen with whatever he had in the microwave.

Your mind was still registering what had just happened, but all you could do was thank your luck and Kirishima.

#bnha x black!reader #bnha x black reader #x black reader #katsuki x black!reader #bakugou x black reader #mha x black reader #mha x black!reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo imagine #bakugou x y/n #mha bakugou #bnha bakugo x reader

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roughentumble · 3 years

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oh fuck what if Jaskier starts giving Geralt little tokens, bits of clothes or handkerchiefs or whatever, as good luck charms before contracts bc he's seen ppl do it for knights and genuinely thinks it's just a good luck thing

but Geralt, who knows all about knights and their code and their customs, knows that when someone gives a knight a token like that it's a sign of their favor, specifically their romantic favor

Jaskier always says "for good luck" when he gives them to Geralt so Geralt's not sure if Jaskier actually knows the romantic implications but desperately hopes that he does

!!!!!!!! ohhhh i adore thisssss with every FIBRE of my BEING and theres so many wonderful places to take it like oh

geralt's gotten a few from jaskier, wasnt sure what to make of them and just accepted them wordlessly. but this time he asked what jaskier meant by it. he sits atop roach, the little silk handkerchief between his fingers, and mulls over what jaskier's said-- a good luck charm, like for knights-- considers his next move. usually a knight would receive something like this before jousting, and would tie it somewhere visible, displaying his lady's (or in this case lord's) favor to the crowd. but he doesnt joust, and there's no crowd where he's going. he stares intently at the fabric as he mulls over his options.

well, the opinion of crowds never mattered much to him, so just jaskier's eyes will have to do. but this contract is genuinely too dangerous for jaskier to come along, so very slowly geralt presses the token back into jaskier's hand. "i cannot accept this today," he says gently, "but im not rejecting it either. the next time you want to come along on a contract, give me this exact handkerchief, and i'll take you, as long as it isnt too dangerous." jaskier looks confused for most of it, but his face lights up when he hears that offer.

"well! i cant say i understand why, but im certainly not going to turn that offer down!" he says, smile blinding. geralt cant help but smile back.

time passes. jaskier cashes in the handkerchief on a contract for a chort. dangerous, but geralt thinks he can get jaskier a vantage point that's close enough to watch but far enough to be safe. not unlike the stands of a jousting ring. he chuckles a little at the thought and, once jaskier's comfortably seated, geralt takes out the favor and ties it around one of the straps of his armor. "what are you doing that for?" jaskier asks.

he's genuinely curious, but geralt mistakes it for coyness, and he smiles indulgently. "what, indeed?" he says, trailing his fingers over the fabric. the promise to come back to him, safe and victorious. not a promise a witcher gets to make, but one he desperately wants to fulfill anyway. "now stay here." he says gently, and goes to finish his preperations.

he does wish jaskier had picked a beast with more intelligence, something in that sweet spot between brainless ghouls and the too-intelligent succubus, something he could really spar with, parrying blows and such, but the way the chort charges isnt entirely unlike a horse and rider, the horns not unlike a particularly deadly lance, so he supposes it'll do.

when the fight is over, the beast beheaded, he walks back to jaskier's hiding place and presents it to him-- proof of success. jaskier is delighted(though admittedly the gore of a severed head makes him look a bit green), and geralt takes it as confirmation. token accepted, task completed, knight returned home safely. acceptance from his intended. it all makes sense, even if he had to modify it a bit.

all that's left now is to start courting jaskier.

#meanwhile jaskier has no idea he's about to be Knightly Code Courted by geralt #like he doesnt know at all what's coming. but it makes perfect sense to geralt!!!! because if jaskier didnt intend it that way #there were so many ways he couldve broken tradition!!! but instead he played his part perfectly!! so clearly he meant it. obviously.#witcher tag #ogc tag

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inhumanescreeching · 3 years

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in which Dabi attends the meeting with the Shie Hassaikai, and things as we know it, turn out differently

because im bored as hell and i wanna see an au where eri gets raised by lov, also there'll probably be four?? parts to this, idk yet lol. oh and for this to work, twice tells lov that they're meeting w the shie hassaikai beforehand. just for a short time, like on the day before the actual meeting type of short ok? ok

tw: canon typical violence, swearing, mentions of/referenced child abuse

Dabi was never one for punctuality. He was his own boss, no matter what Shigaraki said about titles within the League

Plus, an alliance with the yakuza placed a foul taste in his mouth. He heard of the Shie Hassaikai family when he was young. They were bad news

Doing a background check on the current leader had been easy with Giran’s help and through that, Dabi learned all he needed to know about one Chisaki Kai

Dabi may have committed murder, arson, theft, and various other crimes but he draws the line on abusing children

Dabi has long decided that he was going to cremate Chisaki and scatter his remains on dog shit, regardless of Shigaraki’s approval of him as an ally. So when he sees Chisaki, in the flesh, up and attack one of their own, well. Dabi saw red

Blue flames flew towards Chisaki before he could take another step, pushing him back as Dabi slid in front of the group. “Don’t let him touch you!” He yelled in warning

Dabi met Chisaki’s eyes and glared. Twice stuttered, trying to ease the tension. Behind Dabi, he could hear Toga fuss over Magne, who’d nearly lost her life had Chisaki gotten his hand on her, and Shigaraki’s telltale sounds of scratching. Mr. Compress has hopped down from his seat to flank Dabi, hand at the ready

Everyone’s here, aside from Spinner- who was on guard duty for their base. They’re safe. Dabi made it in time. He stifles as a relieved sigh, instead looking at Chisaki dead in the eye as he ignites a flame on his palm. It’s a warning, a promise

The standstill drags on, as Twice’s attempt at peacemaking dies down and the room descends into silence

Shigaraki, eventually, starts moving. Stands between Dabi and Compress, and takes off the hand on his face. “I think that serves as our answer. The League will never bow down to you yakuza, and we’ll expand on our own. We won’t interfere with your business.” Underneath the hand, Shigaraki’s grin looked manic. “And you keep out of ours.”

“If you have no intention of becoming a subordinate of the League, then we kindly ask you to leave.” Compress added, calm as always

Chisaki scowled, hands twitching as if he was resisting the urge to scratch an itch, but otherwise dropped his defensive posture. “Very well, Shigaraki Tomura.”

“Twice, escort our esteemed guest out.”

That stumped Twice into action, muttering apologies and insults in the same breath as he urged Chisaki back to the door. With his back turned, Chisaki looked over his shoulder to them. “If you won’t contribute to the Shie Hassaikai’s advancements.”

Dabi did not like where this was going.

“Then suffer the shame of being our guinea pigs!”

“Shigaraki, get down!”

It was fast. Like a bullet. When it hits Compress on the shoulder as he pushes Shigaraki to the side, Dabi realizes it was a bullet. They land behind him loudly, Shigaraki cursing about how he could have taken that hit, but Dabi’s eyes were already searching for where it came from

No windows, and no sound of broken glass so it couldn’t have been a sniper. Someone was on the ceiling, hiding in the dark. Luckily, Dabi could easily light them up. He shoots a few blasts, not quite hitting the mark but the person drops to Chisaki’s side nonetheless

“Who the hell uses guns anymore?” Dabi asked. “Unless you’ve got something up your sleeve? What was it, suffer the shame of being our guinea pigs? What the hell did you hit Compress with?”

“You’re surprisingly perceptive, Flame Villain Dabi.”

Dabi smirked. “Glad I can surpass your expectations, Chisaki Kai.” He visibly tensed at the mention of his name. “Compress, what’s your stats?”

“It’s been years since I was last shot by a bullet, but aside from the usual pain, I don’t feel much difference.”

The masked person beside Chisaki- who looked straight out of the Black Plague era- spoke up. “Try to use your Quirk.”

There’s scuffling behind him, but Dabi knew better than to turn his back to the enemy. Toga gasps, Shigaraki starts muttering. He asks “What’s happening? Talk to me here.”

“I can’t use it.”

“What?”

Shigaraki stands up, and very nearly attacks had Dabi not held a hand to his chest to stop him. He hisses instead. “Undo it.”

“You should’ve joined us, Shigaraki Tomura.” The masked person continues.. “Had you been in our ranks, you would’ve been helping us perfect this formula instead of being on the receiving end of its trial period.”

“What is it?” Dabi asked, a warning flare of blue on his palm.

“Nothing to concern yourselves with, should our truce stand.” Chisaki said. “It'll wear off in an hour”

They turn to leave

Dabi keeps his guard and his fire up. Shigaraki brushes him off and lunges for Chisaki’s throat. “You broke the truce the minute you shot Compress!”

Four more bullets fly, but Shigaraki dodges those with ease. Chisaki calls out as his subordinate steps forward to cover him. “Shield!”

Another person slides in, taking the hit of Shigaraki’s Decay. At that, Shigaraki jumps back, and Dabi moves forward in one smooth exchange as the victim melts into a grey lump. Just then, a giant that’s half the height of the warehouse breaks through the entrance wall, adorned in that uniform plague mask. Their guard dog, Dabi assumes

“We’ll stop here for now.” Chisaki said, faking nonchalance even though there was obvious fury in the way his fists clenched. “You owe me one corpse for this, Shigaraki Tomura, but for tonight that’s enough.”

“This isn’t over, Chisaki Kai.” Dabi returns the glare sent his way, undeterred. He continues. “Not until you free that little girl"

Chisaki laughs at that. Like abusing a little girl and exploiting her for whatever the hell Chisaki was doing was laughable. Oh, Dabi was going to have fun watching this asshole burn. “You keep surprising me, Dabi. I didn’t take you for the parental type.”

Dabi smirks. “Yeah, and apparently you’re a shitty parent.”

Their footsteps echo and die down into the night, along with Chisaki’s bemused laugh

Twice has relocated himself from the middle of the battleground to behind Compress, supporting him up, sometime during the fight. Toga was tying a handkerchief over the wound, hushing Twice’s bemoaning about bringing in trouble. Magne was on guard as Dabi drops to the floor, not minding the way the skin on his forearm smokes slightly

“Why were you late?”

“I didn’t wanna be here.” Dabi groans. “That bitch is bad news and now I wanna kill him even more.”

“You mentioned a little girl?” Toga asks, not looking up. Magne adds, “and something about being a shitty parent.”

Dabi winces. “Yeah, this isn’t gonna be a pretty story. Let’s head back to base first.”

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