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Champagne & Sunshine

You're on vacation with Yuuji, sipping champagne and bathing in the sun. But the drink isn't the only thing you get drunk on. -> This is part of my Blog Anniversary Event (closed). @bleach-your-panties requested the song "Champagne & Sunshine" by PLVTINUM feat. Tarro.

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: smut + fluff Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: 18+, alcohol, smut, dirty talk, oral, praise, creampie. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

"That champagne tastes really good. I could get drunk on this!"

You smile at Yuuji over the rim of the champagne glass you are holding while lounging on the sun terrace of your beach resort. It's your first holiday with Yuuji, and both of you wanted something fancy.

Yuuji's eyes meet yours, sparkling golden, just like the champagne in your glass. A cheeky grin lifts his lips, and you already know he will say something dirty when he leans closer to you.

"Or you could get drunk on my cock, cutie. That drink makes me horny as fuck."

You know it's not just the white wine he is sipping. Yuuji and you have been all over each other since you arrived here. Far away from all the stress of everyday life and from all the people who disturb your alone time. Here in this fancy hotel, you just have to put a "do not disturb" sign on your door, and you can fuck the whole day. A fact that you make good use of.

Even now, here on the sun terrace, you can't keep your fingers off each other. Your hand lazily traces Yuuji's defined abs while drooling over how sexy he looks with all his muscles and tan skin on display. And his large hand keeps straying to your bikini-clad ass, squeezing it and leaning closer to whisper dirty things in your ear, how he wants you bouncing on his cock while he gives you creampie after creampie.

"Let's go to our room, princess. Maybe we'll find a place where we haven't fucked yet."

You have to run a bit to keep up with Yuuji's large steps as he pulls you along in his excitement to get you alone, his large hand wrapped tightly around your smaller one, his red swim trunks already tented with his growing erection, only barely covered by the baseball cap he holds before it.

You chuckle softly as you stumble after your sexy boyfriend, already creaming up at the thought of Yuuji's gorgeous fat cock for you to play with as much as you like.

The moment you enter your hotel room, Yuuji pushes you up against the wall, moaning loudly in your mouth as his lips capture yours in a hungry kiss while he presses his tall, buff body against you, his large hands grabbing your ass and lifting you up so easily as if you weigh nothing.

But you are just as hungry for him, wrapping your legs eagerly around his hips, gasping in delight when you feel Yuuji's hot, hard cock rub against your core through the thin layers of the swimming clothes. His abs and pecs press against your skin, hot and firm, making you want him so bad that you feel dizzy.

Yuuji's kisses taste like white wine and bubblegum, just like himself, sweet but with an underlying naughtiness that drives you insane in the best way. He licks deeply into your mouth, so sweet, so sexy.

You can feel his smile against your mouth when your hands wander over his broad muscular back and down to his firm ass to grab it and squeeze it while you press your body against him, caressing his tongue with yours, rubbing your horny pussy against him as if you are in heat, letting him feel how much you already soaked your bikini panties because of him.

And he moans, his hips bucking against you, always so honest about his attraction to you.

"Fuck, cutie, I can feel how wet you are! Need to see that pretty pussy and kiss it and fuck it and make it all sticky with my cum."

God, you love how shameless he is, how he just says whatever is on his mind, no matter how dirty it is. So in love with you and so horny for you.

"Damn, Yuuji... carry me to the bed, please hurry up, baby! Need your pretty mouth and your pretty cock!"

He answers you with a low moan as he tightens his strong arms around you and carries you towards the bed while you make out with open-mouthed French kisses.

But you never make it to the bed.

Yuuji stumbles over a pair of sneakers lying in the middle of the room, making both of you tumble to the ground, landing on the plush carpet right in front of the large bed.

You scream and laugh breathlessly at getting pressed down by Yuuji's heavy body, looking up at his boyish grin and the sparkle in his golden eyes when he asks,

"You ok, cutie?"

You nod,

"Yeah... you too, baby?"

He doesn't have to answer. His large hands tearing down your bikini top to free your tits is answer enough. His lips wrap around one nipple, sucking on it, making you moan and arch your back.

More kisses land on your tits. Yuuji's hot, velvety tongue laps at your erect nipples while golden eyes look up at you, driving you crazy. When he pulls away, there's a thin thread of spit still connecting his lips and your swollen nipple.

"Fuck, princess, I can't wait anymore. Need to fuck you right here on the floor, baby."

He moans and smiles at the same time as he pushes his red swim trunks down, freeing that wonderful, fat cock, so hard for you that he's leaking pearly pre-cum all over himself.

You barely have time to salivate over the sight in front of you, Yuuji's broad figure, his buff pecs, his flexed abs, and his gorgeous fat cock, before he grabs your bikini bottoms and pulls them down.

His warm lips follow your panties on their way down, kissing down your thighs and your calves, trailing his hot tongue over your skin before he throws the panties to the side and grabs your ass, pulling you towards him with one firm move, making you moan his name at how strong he is.

You sob loudly, tugging on his soft, pink hair, when Yuuji's pretty face presses between your spread legs, kissing and licking your hot wet pussy just like he said he would.

You taste yourself on his tongue when he kisses you again a moment later, deep and passionate, as he pushes his fat cock into you with one needy thrust and a loud moan.

Both of you can't hold back, unable to go slow here on the bedroom floor. It's a rough fuck, needy and dirty, both of you meeting each other's thrusts eagerly, moaning unashamedly in between hot kisses. Yuuji snaps his hips almost desperately, fucking you so good and so deep that you see stars anytime his fat cockhead rubs against your sweet spot.

Your fingers dig into the buff muscle of his broad back, your legs wrapped tightly around his hips as if needing him even closer when he is already balls-deep in you, pounding your pussy with his hard, needy thrusts. You can already feel your high approaching, getting fucked out of you by your eager, horny boyfriend, who always knows how to use his cock to make you fall apart.

"Fuck, baby! Yeah, yeah, like that, my sweet girl! Pussy getting so tight, ah ah fuck! Yeah, milk my cock, baby! Wanna give you all my cum!"

You don't know if it's his dirty talk or his fat cockhead pounding your sweet spot, but you cum so hard on Yuuji's gorgeous cock that you scream his name and shake under his muscular body, your pussy milking him so wildly that he cusses and cries out your name just as loud as you did with his.

You still pulse and clench around him as he fills you with his thick, hot cum, pumping you full of it, thread after sticky thread, giving you the creampie he promised you.

His heavy balls slap against your wet pussy, while you tug on his soft pink hair, moaning his name and thanking him for how good he fucked you.

Your lips move slower against each now, the heated kisses turning into a slow makeout session with whispered love confessions while Yuuji is still deep inside you, not caring that his cum is slowly seeping out around his fat cock, making a mess on the hotel carpet. He can clean that later.

"Hmm, that was fucking amazing, cutie. You wanna go back to the sun terrace now?"

You shake your head, tightening your legs around Yuuji's hips, trapping him right there on top of your body, biting your lip cheekily as you look up at your boyfriend.

"No, I don't want to go back yet. Let's take a shower together first, ok baby? Will you give me more, please, Yuu? I'm not drunk enough on your cock yet."

And Yuuji grins at you, pupils dilated and his strong cock already twitching again,

"Fuck... you're so damn fine, baby! Well, in that case, let me make sure you get so much of my cock you will have a hangover tomorrow."

WRITING THIS MADE ME FERAL!! Thank you so much for requesting this song!! Anytime I hear it, I think of dirty scenarios with Yuuji bae, so this was SO much fun to write!! I hope you enjoyed it too!!

Comments and reblogs would be sweet!!

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Don’t hurt yourself

Chapter 2 - Denial

Masterlist

Chapter 1

Warnings: angst, cheating

Words: 3.179

“I whipped my own back and asked for dominion at your feet. I threw myself into a volcano. I drank the blood and drank the wine. I sat alone and begged and bent at the waist for God. I crossed myself and thought I saw the devil. I grew thickened skin on my feet, I bathed in bleach, and plugged my menses with pages from the holy book, but still inside me, coiled deep, was the need to know ...

Are you cheating on me?”

I didn't know it would be possible, but the fabric of the tight Balmain dress manages to make me feel even more suffocated.

I focus on the feeling of the brush passing over my lips and try to leave this bad feeling behind, but nothing can make this doubt go away.

I put down the lipstick container with the red liquid that now stains my lips and go to my purse, which rests on the top of my dresser. I take the object that has caused all my anguish over the last few days.

A quick search was enough to discover that the bracelet is part of an ensemble of four bracelets, with only a few copies made.

I stare at the red pendant resting in my hand, letting all the emotions of the past few days wash over me. I try with all my being to convince myself that it's not what it seems to be. It could belong to Angela, even though it's not her typical style. Or it could have been left behind by a coworker he gave a ride to, even though he rarely uses his private car for work-related purposes.

But deep down I know this doesn't make sense. Deep down I know that this was put in the glove compartment intentionally. I try to deceive myself, but what seems to be reality is the only thing that makes sense to me.

The heart pendant bracelet is concrete proof of my intuition that never fails.

But God, how I wish to be wrong right now.

But I need to give him the benefit of the doubt. I need to give him a chance to prove to me this isn't true. For us and for all the time we spent together. For my fairytale marriage.

I hear his footsteps behind me and quickly put the bracelet back in the clutch. Lewis doesn't know about my discovery, and I prefer not to say anything, at least until I know something for sure.

I can see his approaching figure through the mirror.

“Is everything okay?” He walks to his drawer and takes out a Rolex. His gaze doesn't stray from me even as he slips the watch onto his wrist.

I used to help him with that.

“Yes. Everything it's fine.”

“Are you ready? I don't want to be late.”

I pick up the lipstick and carefully place it in my purse.

“I'm ready. We can go.”

I walk to the exit, but I'm stopped by Lewis, who puts himself in front of me, preventing me from following my way.

“Are you sure everything is okay?” He doesn't touch me, but he's so close that I almost crave his hands on me. “You've been acting weird these last few days.”

I stare into his eyes as if searching for something more than what I can see with the naked eye. Those eyes that once always took on a blinding glare when looking at me, are now almost opaque, and they rarely look at me for more than a few seconds.

“I’m fine. It's just work that is taking more of me than usual, that's all.” He continues to look at me like he doesn't believe in any word that I just said. And I know he didn't. Lewis knows me better than anyone else. “We need to go. We don't want to be late.”

Only then does he let me pass thru him, and he walks to follow me out of the apartment. He doesn't contest me even after realizing my lie.

-

I've been looking at the menu for a lot longer than it would be necessary. All the alternatives look bad. My stomach is in knots right now, and there's nothing that sounds appetizing.

We've just sat down in our chairs, and everyone is seated except for two empty seats at our table.

There's a conversation going on, and everyone is actively participating except for me. I make occasional comments to appear attentive, but I couldn't care less about what's being debated.

I don't know why I said yes to this, especially in this brutal moment I'm living through. I don't know why I decided to put on a dress, apply makeup, and follow my husband to a dinner full of fake smiles that always turn into a competition to see who has more money. I think that's who I am at my core, always stepping out of my comfort zone to make him happy, even when it ends up costing me my well-being.

Susan's voice echoes in my head, telling me that I may have created unreal situations in my mind. Maybe it's true, maybe I've always felt that way in these places, but I refused to believe it. Instead, I put a smile on my face and played along with the game of those people.

I feel Lewis freeze beside me. I could swear he cut his sentence in half. I lower the menu from my face and look at him, who in turn has his gaze directed towards the front of us. I follow his vision and find two people approaching our table, who I assume are for the empty seats.

Matteo Rossi, I recognize his figure as soon as my eyes meet him. I've seen him a few times at dinners like this, Italian billionaire, one of Petronas major investors. Along with him, there is a woman, more like a girl, a beautiful girl, even though the vulgar outfit doesn't seem to have been the right choice for the night. She can't be older than 22, which is bizarre, considering I was at Matteo's 56th birthday party just a few months ago.

Lewis stands up quickly, which surprises me. Matteo's presence is nothing new to him, and although he's a giant investor, this has never affected Lewis in any way.

I get up right after him. We walk to the late couple. I extend my hand to Matteo, but he immediately pulls me into a hug, which makes me more than uncomfortable. His hands go down my back until they reach the limit. It doesn't take me a second to pull myself away from him. I hate how people like him think they can do whatever they want.

I take a few steps toward the girl next to Matteo. She seems comfortable in this place as if this is her natural habitat. I get a little jealous of her confidence.

“Nice to meet you.” I extend my hand to the girl who accepts it immediately.

“The pleasure is mine to finally meet you, Mrs. Hamilton.”

The clatter of shaking hands coming from her fist catches my attention. I look away from her face to her hand.

And there it is, the three missing bracelets. I could recognize these pieces even from miles away. The set I stared at for hours on the jewelry store's website, but missing one piece, the one that's in my bag.

It's like the universe is giving me a big slap in the face, showing me clearly what's going on, not letting me settle into the bittersweet feeling of denial anymore.

I don't know what I feel. I don't think I feel anything at all.

The girl I've been picturing this whole time is right here, in front of me, holding my hand and acting like she's not doing the grossest thing a person can do.

I don't know how long I spend looking at her wrist, but eventually, I cut my stare from the bracelets and look at her face. She has a cynical smile on her lips. She knows that I know. She knew her plan would work and that I would find out.

I don't know who pulls away first. I'm still too far out of orbit to have any cognition of my body. The girl passes me and walks to her place. I turn around and everyone is already seated, so with some supernatural strength, I force myself to go back to my seat and sit on my chair.

I feel dirty, betrayed, guilty. The lack of sensations from seconds before is compensated by the wave that invades me now. I feel my eyes burn, but there's no way for me to start crying right now.

“Madam?” I look at the figure of the waiter behind me and only then realize that he is waiting for my order. Some people at the table stare at me curiously. I don't know how long I left the waiter waiting.

“You can bring the first option.” I don't know how I'm able to formulate a coherent sentence at this moment.

“For the starter? And what about the rest of the dishes?”

“The first option of everything is fine.”

I hand him the menu, and fortunately, he moves away to take another order. I can't think about food right now, so whatever they bring me doesn't make any difference.

Another waiter arrives soon after with a tray full of champagne glasses. I don't hesitate to grab one. I curl my fingers tightly around the crystal so my tremors go unnoticed by my companions.

“Honey. What are you doing? You can't drink.” Lewis whispers to me.

Suddenly, his voice doesn't have the same effect on me as it did a few hours ago. It suffocates me and makes me want to run away and cry for hours.

I stare at Lewis as I drink all the liquid in the glass in one sip. That's my answer to him.

“What's wrong?” I can identify anger in his expression. It's not a good time for his perfect wife to have an attitude for a change.

“Nothing, Love. Enjoy your dinner.” I say as I grab another glass and drink half the liquid in one gulp.

I feel Lewis's hand land on my thigh, squeezing it lightly. He continues to stare at me, but I have already looked away. Now I look at her, who laughs at any crap said by someone at the table.

“Lewis!” I feel his gaze leaving me and going to Matteo, even I snapped out of my reverie to pay attention to the man. “It's good to see you, man. It's been a while since the last time.”

“Definitely. It's good to see you too, my friend.”

Oh, if only he knew, Lewis.

And if only you knew what I could do with what I've just discovered.

“I finally got to introduce you to my fiancée, Jordyn.”

I laugh after listening to Matteo, drawing everyone's attention. The crystal goblet in my hands surprisingly withstands the pressure I put on my fingers. I feel an unprecedented rush, tingling throughout my body.

“But you already know each other, no?!” I divide my gaze between Lewis and Jordyn, who are looking at me with wide eyes.

“No, we've never actually met before.” Lewis's hand, which still rests on my leg, squeezes me harder. His touch burns. I look at him, and my fake smile falls. The ease with which a lie like that slips from his lips makes me even dizzier. It's scary how easy it was for him.

I get up from the seat quickly, dragging my chair with me, once again drawing all the attention to myself.

“Excuse me.”

I walk quickly towards the bathroom, but before I reach the door, Lewis abruptly pulls my arm. The contact is not delicate at all. He corners me in a blind spot away from the other people in the room.

“What's happening?”

I look at Lewis for a few seconds before saying anything.

“I'm trying to go to the bathroom.” I know there's sarcasm in my voice.

“No, Y/n. I want to know what's going on for you to act that way at an event like this.”

I laugh without humor.

“You don't know?”

The confusion on his face becomes even more evident. I free myself from his grip and step away from him.

“Go back to the table, Lewis. And enjoy this evening with your investors. I'll be back in a few minutes wearing the perfect wifey carcass you want. And we'll talk when we get home.”

I turn around and walk back to the bathroom without giving Lewis time to answer. I know he will do what I've said. There's nothing in the world he values more than maintaining the damn appearance.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror after retouch the blood-red lipstick on my lips. The silent bathroom contrasts with the noise in my mind.

I hear the bathroom door open, and I know who it is before I even look. In the mirror, I see her reflection heading toward the toilet stall, so I take a deep breath, preparing myself.

She doesn't take long to leave. I remain in the same position. Jordyn doesn't look at me for a second. It's like I'm not here, standing beside her.

I watch her slowly walk to the sink and turn on the running water.

Even if I had prepared a complete speech, I wouldn't remember it now.

“My husband, you know him.” I state, my intonation conveying a deeper meaning.

If she's going to lie, I just want to know if her ease is the same as Lewis's.

Jordyn walks over to the rolled-up towels arranged in the sink and dries her hands while giving me a suggestive look.

“I do.” Jordyn said firmly. Her tone also made it clear what her answer meant. There was no doubt anymore.

She finishes what she came to do but remains standing there looking at me, waiting for some reaction.

I could kill her right now with my own hands. With that tacky style and that ridiculously bold stare. Thinking even for a moment that she's better than me.

“How long?”

“Does it matter?”

I walk over to her and get close enough to smell her perfume. It's the same as I felt in Lewis' car a few weeks ago.

Jordyn has replaced her cynical look with one that I can't quite decipher.

“If Matteo dreams about that, you're done.” My voice comes out in a whisper, but it's still firm.

“He's not going to. He has no reason to suspect. And we both know you won't tell him anything” Her gaze doesn't leave mine even though our bodies are so close to each other. “He would ruin me, it's true, but you and Lewis would go down too. And you don't want that.”

I'm torn between two possibilities right now. I could end her right here. Considering I'm bigger than she is, this job wouldn't take long and would only cost me a broken nail or two. Or, I could pull myself together and prepare to go back to the table and spend the night smirking at the bunch of assholes sitting at Table 41. But I know I can't go with the first option, it would be good in the first few seconds, but regret would come right after. A scandalous woman like that among so many influential people wouldn't work. I need to keep the only things I have left, my career and my class.

“Get out.”

The girl answers the request immediately and leaves the bathroom.

I release the breath I've been holding and lean against the cold marble of the sink, staring again at the mess of my reflection. My throat burns, and I breathe heavily.

Don't cry. You will not cry now. You are not going to let him do this to you.

I spend a good amount of time in the bathroom thinking about all the possibilities and trying to calm down from something that seems impossible to overcome. But eventually, I go back to the table and do what I told him I would do. I keep my word, even if it's costing me every ounce of strength I have.

Nothing wounds me deeper than the sight of his smiling face gazing upon her figure seated before us both.

I go over the last seven years in my mind while trying to ingest the minimal amount of food on my plate.

I remember the day we met, and how I was enchanted by his presence even before I knew his name. I remember how much he insisted on taking me on a date, even though he knew I had no interest in a new relationship. I remember how all my judgment fell by the wayside the moment Lewis first laid his hands on me, and how I fell in love with him in such a short time.

I remember all that euphoria that lasted for so long. The marriage proposal during the trip to the place we had dreamed of visiting. I remember being introduced to his friends and family, and the proud smile on his face as he announced me as his girlfriend.

All these memories, which were once my favorite, now have a cloudy haze over them - a cloud of doubt and fear. I fear that it wasn't as real for him as it was for me, that everything was in vain, and that I spent so much time of my life beside someone who didn't think twice before throwing away everything we built together.

He knows that this is the only thing in the world that would make me give up on us.

And yet he did it anyway.

Author's note: The purpose of this chapter was to delve into Y/n's emotions and convey her perceptions and fears. The next chapter will be dialogue-heavy to make up for the lack of it in this one. I plan to post it soon, as I already have part of it written.

Thank you very much for following me this far and for the comments I've received. I'm very happy to be able to publish my stories.❤️❤️

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Mayuri Kurotsuchi Anime Appearance Guide

Bleach

There’re a lot of Bleach episodes, so I’m almost 99% positive that I’ve missed a couple appearances. These are the mains ones I’ve found, though, from both main and side eras. This does include Bleach: Thousand Year Blood War, but all the way at the end.

This list is relating to the Hulu, US layout. It also includes Bleach spoilers since every episode I list has a description to it. If I've missed any, please comment below, and I’ll add it/fix it.

Appearance Guide ML

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S2E24: First appearance. Seen with the other 13 captains at the captain meeting. Feels insulted by what Gin says, and then has a stare off with captain Zaraki.

S2E25: Seen with the other captains at the captain meeting when a alarm goes off because of an intruder (Ichigo). Is dismissed by head captain Yamamoto.

S2E29: Gets upset when Ikkaku says he doesn’t remember who attacked him. Goes to hit him for his “failure,” but is stopped by captain Zaraki.

S3E43: Mayuri vs Uryü. First glimpse at his abilities.

S3E61: Bath scene!!!! (05:15)

S5E100-101: Bount fight. Mayuri vs Sawatari and his Doll, Baura.

S11E173: He gets mad when his experimented hollows were released.

S11E179: With the other 12 captains at a meeting. Gets frustrated when it sounds like the new captain, Shūsuke Amagai, is complaining… Later, he takes over a section of the soul society for the battle.

S13E196: Appears to help Rengi and Uruguayan. Fights with the arrancer Szayelaporro Granz.

S13E198: Fight with Szayelaporro continues.

S13E199: Fight with Szayelaporro continues.

S13E200: Fight with Szayelaporro continues. Talks about how he views perfection.

S14E208 - Mayuri in jail and Kisuke Urahara releases him to join his squad.

S14E209: Yells at Hiyori Sarugaki to hurry up, but then gets yelled at by her. They fight about ranks since he’s a third seat, but also vice president of the Shinigami Research and Development Institute.

S16E230-231: Is brought with the other captains, lieutenants, and some other soul reapers to an area where Muramasa is. Kinda just stands there in amazement during the battle.

S16E233-234: Experiments on himself to see if his zanpakuto is not apart of him anymore. Needs more data, so experiments on Unohana too.

S16E240: Does a experiment on lieutenant Marechiyo’s zanpakuto. Tries to figure out the situation with zanpakutos leaving their masters swords.

S17E245: Comes to fight his zanpakuto, Ashisogi Jizō. Stops captain Kanpachi from fighting his zanpakuto. Tries to “help” Ichigo with an “antidote.” Has a stare off with captain Unohana (lol).

S17E254: Only his face is shown, but he fixed the zanpakuto problem.

S18E256: Explains he figured out the brainwashing, but not how to put zanpakutos spirits back into swords permanently… Later, he’s happy to get something new to experiment on.

S18E267: Explaining how some zanpakuto’s go wild if their master die. He calls them “sword beasts.” Flashback of him doing research for Rukia’s zanpakuto and explaining how he researched about others. Lieutenant Nanau tries to bride him with sweets to do more research.

S18E263: Freaks out when he sees his lab destroyed by Lieutenant Renji’s zanpakuto’s.

S23E317: Gives insights about peoples whereabouts. Mad when he’s wrong about the world time shift problem. Gives report (after research) about precipice world problem at captain meeting. Was put in charge of problem and paired with division 11. Wasn’t happy about the outing. Found reason for problem, then the place starts to collapse.

S23E319: Shows up with the rest of the captains during the fight (Ichigo vs Kagerōza Inaba)

S23E320: The reigai version of him undermines the reigai version of Koonpachi. Then, the real him, is in Ichigo’s room with the rest of the captains to discuss the situation.

S23E321: Flashback of him being mad at a captain meeting for reigai Ichigo ruining what he was doing in the precipice world. Flashback about him explaining reigai’s powers.

S23E328: Joins the fight with the captains against Kagerōza Inaba. Stabs Kagerōza in the back when everyone thinks he’s the reigai version of him.

S23E329: Reveals he’s not his reigai double. Explains when and how he swapped spots with his reigai. Fights Kagerōza by himself at first, and then the other captains join in again.

S24E339: Watches the real and reigai Zaraki fight. Goes to fight the reigai version of Unohana. Even expresses how he would love to “dissect” (experiment) on her. When he goes to fight her though, she hits him. He ends up being badly hit, and a part of his body is cut in half.

1000 Year Blood War

S1E1: the start of the episode, he’s heading done the elevator to his lab. Sees something is taking away the existence of hollows.

S1E2: Explains the power of their enemies being so strong that it defeated also hollows. Announces the army to be Quinces.

S1E3:: At the captain meeting when they are told war is coming. Later, in a private meeting, he tells the head captain he should have killed “that man” (Yhwach) when he had the chance a 1000 years ago.

S1E4: In research lab. Is mad at the other captains for not waiting until his analysis to attack/use their bankai’s. Short parts.

S1E5: When he gets told Ichigo is coming, he doesn’t seem impressed. Short part.

S1E8: Ichigo goes to him to hear the status of his zanpakuto that he was supposed trying to fix for him. Explains that only Ichigo can “fix” his zanpakuto. Tells Ichigo he had to come with him to meet squad zero. Is seen in the group of captains, behind Ichigo, when squad zero comes. Call squad zero “disrespectful” when he sees Ichigo’s zanpakuto that was originally in his lab. He says they “broke in.”

S1E12: Comments about why Captain Shiba didn’t take down the “mystery hollow.”

S2E15: He appears out of a hidden door, glowing. He explains that he figured out their last invasion was relied on shadows, so he got rid of the shadows in his lab. He feels he’s the only captain that can win without in banki.

S2E16: he gets a phone in from Kisuke that he can restore everyone’s banki. He’s mad that he found this discovery, and hung up on him, but Kisuke then appeared behind him. He discusses with Kisuke how the quincies may not be able to take arrancar resurrection. They figure out together that arrancars holo abilities are poisonous for quincies to have.

S2E18: while analyzing who’s still a love after the battles, he doesn’t understand why everyone getting worked up after their superiors died.

S2E19: Wondering how to turn the tables and defeat the quincies.

S2E21: He explains the barrier ichigo broke through and how he did it. An opening out of the soul society has been opened.

S2E22: He comes onto the battlefield and fight the girl/boy quincie (that turns people into zombies with her/his blood). He revived the past dead arrancars has the ability to make them follow his ever whim.

S2E23: fight continues. Captain Hitsugaya is also a zombie and he finds this “troublesome.” They fight with swords… multiple times…? Keep going back in time. He tests a new drug of his on a Captain Hitsugaya while his body is paralyzed…. Perfecting his experiment he now controls overall three captain zombies, and one lieutenant. He killed zombie creator girl.

S2E24: calls Ichigo’s lift off ugly 😂.

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Authors Note: I’ve literally had this in my drafts for like… over a year! I just added the season 2 episodes, and will probably not be adding more, but I’m always getting in random fits of Bleach love so who knows 😂

#bleach: tybw #bleach #mayuri kurotsuchi #Mayuri #appearance guide #mayuri appearance guide #Mayuri kurotsuchi appearance guide #for the show #thousand year blood war #only on the show #love this man… don’t know why lol

[asukaskerian]

monthly word count + year total

TOTAL FOR DECEMBER: 3 844 words. ..hhghgb i thought it was moooore

POSTED: nothing.

IN PROGRESS: -madatobiizu ABO cherry wine verse (979 words) -bleach pack fuckening ABO verse, baby cuteness (450 words) -bleach suburban ot4 (1 414 words) -bleach psychic wolves (377 words) -bleach bloodsport (624 words)

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YEARLY TOTAL:

jan: 4 700 feb: 6 014 mar: 4 512 apr: 4 889 may: 1 719 jun: 1 184 jul: 2 271 aug: 1 615 sep: 3 026 oct: 2 109 nov: 4 272 dec: 3 844 TOTAL: 40 155 AVERAGE: 3 346.25

yeah so the downward trend is getting obvious. HHHHHH.

2010: 136 235, average: 11 353/month. ... :X :X :X 2011: 167 675, average: 13 973/month. :X 2012: 332 396, average: 27 700/month. eeeeeeee. 2013: 396 917, average: 33 076/month !!!!!!!! 2014: 315 332, average: 26 276/month ... :X 2015: 206 403, average: 17 200/month. 2016: 127 495, average: 10 625/month. >:( 2017: 80 828, average: 6 736/month. .__. 2018: 128 033, avergage: 10 669/month. FUCK YOU 2017. 2019: 159 609, average: 13 300/month. huh! 2020: 105 791, average: 8 816/month. ... hhghhrhhhhhhhhhhhhhh flops. 2021: 101 776, average: 8 481.33/month. =__= 2022: 73 461, average: 6 121.75/month. hhAHHJZVB WORSE THAN 2017 2023: 40 155, average: 3 346.25/month. this used to be three months' worth. hgh.

FICS I POSTED THIS YEAR:

-Howling Outside Your Door : Grimmichi pack fuckening : Chapters 5, 6 and Epilogue -Cherry wine chapter 8 (madatobiizu ABO) -Ichigo centric sequelette to Howling Outside Your Door (grimmichi pack fuckening ABO)

I did work on suburban ot4 and STILL don't wanna post it in public but otherwise it's still all half-dying fics trying to crawl back to the surface. no new ideas or anything. this *sucks.*

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have some teasers anyway.

-- cherry wine --

"Don't joke. The cheeky omegas are already coming out of the woodwork as it is."

"Ah… Yes? Your fault for reacting to that girl the other day. Now they think that's your type."

Madara didn't truly change his posture but suddenly he looked a little more tired. "I thought that was why Raiha's niece seemed to have had a personality transplant."

"Aheh." Izuna hadn't even been sure he had noticed. "Mmh. Yes."

Huffing, his brother leaning on one elbow, fist mashed against his mouth grumpily, and glowered at the Lightning envoys who were doing nothing to ask for it.

"I didn't even want her, I just thought she was amusing. Who even wants to take someone to bed that they could break in two sneezing too hard?"

Izuna tried not to look too amused as the Lightning envoys went to sit and the Water ones started up the alley, lest they take it personally.

"Hm, yes, let's not tell people you like dangerous shinobi better, if that's all the same to you. They'd have a much better chance of assassinating you."

Madara threw him an irritated glare that became a watchful glance over Izuna's shoulder. Izuna fanned himself absently and took his time turning to see which of the Water Country envoys had --

Hm.

Hm.

Why was this little blond brat dragging behind to grin at Tobirama.

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bleach pack fuckening ABO

Ichigo feels so stupidly nervous watching Grimmjow's pack investigate his apartment. His apartment with the huge bath he never uses and the sunken living room-couch area and fuck, all his pillows and blankets are in the cupboards after the grueling wash they all needed last time his pack stayed over. Renji makes a mean cocktail but by god they stain.

He's going to look like he's trying too hard if he gets out the cushions now, isn't he.

"You, uh. Need--"

"You going to close the wards, Shinigami?"

Ugh. Ichigo makes a face at the blond one. He seems to remember he's an asshole.

Wait, they're all assholes. They hang out with Grimmjow. Have to be just to survive him, no doubt.

As he turns to seal the wards again, he catches a glimpse of the man himself, standing wih shoulders loose and hip cocked as he surveys the place. In the crook of his arm is the b-- his -- Ichigo does up the wards.

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suburban ot4

"Ichigo made a pretty big decision on his own, and he didn't talk to me. He shared it with this other person as a, a done deal thing, and he didn't even talk to me about it."

Grimmjow whistles low and quiet between his teeth. "Yeowch. I'll dig a hole behind the gazebo."

Orihime blinks. "To put his--"

"Corpse, yeah, I'll make it square so it doesn't pop up too much, we just gotta fold him up a bit."

"… Pff."

"Plant some flowers on top to make it look legit with the loose soil. Gorgeous blooms."

Orihime presses both hands against her mouth, and still cackles. "Mean!"

"Or hey, tomatoes, some peppers. Delicious."

She giggles some more. Ah, it fixes nothing, and yet it's like being tickled out of a heavy coat. Freeing, like she can breathe a bit better as it drops around her feet.

"Sounds -- hehe, sounds good. Adzuki beans? Mm, I could make my own paste."

He smirks, just a little bit.

"… Haaaaa. I should probably try talking with him before the… gardening."

Grimmjow-san scoffs. "Quitter."

"Grimmjow-san!"

"Yeah, yeah, maybe. I mean, you're giving up an occasion of growing his namesake on the corpse of the guy who wronged you, which is the coldest, most badass shit, but you do you. Tch'."

… She'll feel a little bad in a minute that she laughed, because strawberry jokes are the lowest of -- hahaha -- hanging fruits.

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bloodsport (ichigo, charlotte, luppi)

"… What's your names, anyway," he mumbled a fifteen minutes' bullet train ride later. "And do I, um. Pronouns."

Being laughed at was almost more of a relief than it was embarrassing.

"Listen, home is just kinda -- hngh. I mean? Gay people exist--"

The small one's face spasmed; their emotions -- yeah, Ichigo didn't want to notice that howling disbelief or the edge of hysterical hilarity that went with it, thanks.

"They still have to marry and have children. I mean, if they're echt. Duty to the blood. Whatever. So gender stuff is, uh. Yeah. Not really. Fuck."

Askin concealed a grimace a beat too late. The tall one grinned genially, leaning toward Ichigo and Askin with their hands linked sweetly behind their back. "You poor deprived chickies! You confused sweethearts. I am going to open your minds so wide--"

"Ugh," the small one cut in, rolling their eyes, and got a toothy, brilliant smile aimed their way along with a sharp threatening I-will-cut-your-neck gesture.

"To start with! Arrancars have been known to reproduce asexually. In the first couple generations, or maybe when the blood is very strong, but!"

"Didn't Starrk bud out a little girl ten years back."

"That guy's a freak though. Leading to! Two, the gender binary is for squares. Still with me, chickies?"

"Uh. Yeah."

"Three, I'm the womanest woman who has ever womaned."

"Oh." Yeah, good thing Ichigo had asked. Her voice was, uh. Deep. And the contrast between her mannerisms and makeup and her T-shaped frame, thick with muscle--

"But also, transcending the restrictive gender binary inherited from our caveman ancestors back on Earth is excellently beautiful and I am, naturally, first place at it."

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grimmichi psychic wolves

"So he just… decided to ditch us."

Yylfordt said nothing for a few seconds, and then all at once grabbed a chair and flung it to the floor, along with the clothes and books piled up on it. Nakeem watched the books scatter, sliding along the linoleum.

"What the fuck! What the fuck?! Why would he do that? We're the best, baddest fucking squad, we're fucking black ops at the top of the game, what fucking reason would he have to fucking leave?"

More silence, out loud. Inside their minds everyone was buzzing incoherently, tidbits of denial blurring past.

Makes no sense, what about his pride, we were gonna be so great--

"He hated the sex," Nakeem said.

He got stared at.

"… The heat sex?" Di Roy asks eventually. "But he always said it was the best sex of his life."

Nakeem considered it. Not wrong, but. "Also the worst."

#teaser #ABO quest #writing woes

[happyimagines]

911: Buck/Reader

This wasn't requested, but I've been rewatching 911 and wanted to write for it.

Hope you like it!

Everyone is way of the job. It’s a rule for first responders. However, every month, it seems as if even more chaos ensues; the full moon. Whether it’s because everyone’s blood pressure spikes, but it feels like more people are seeing red, acting on impulse or just acting without a single care for themselves or anyone else.

As soon as the ambulance came to a stop, I took a deep breath. Hen parked the ambulance, took another look at me and laughed. I rolled my eyes but accepted a pack of wet wipes that she handed to me.

“Don’t get blood on the handles.” She told me.

“I need to shower, and maybe soak my clothes in bleach. Tell Cap I’ll get the report finalised after.” I used a wipe to clean my hands of any remaining blood from our last call.

“I’ll let him know, go get cleaned up.” Hen got out the ambulance and I followed her out.

“Whoa,” I heard as everyone saw me and Hen got out the ambulance. I looked up at the balcony as Eddie and Chimney stared at me. “Who died?”

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. Hen saw my reaction and went up the stairs to explain the events of our call.

“Are you okay?” I looked over at Buck whose eyes were wide with concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s not my blood.” I assured him with a smile. “Hen will fill you in on the gory details. I cringed at my own words.

“Okay, good to know.” Buck nodded and assessed me once more to make sure I was okay.

“Buck, I’m fine,” I told him before heading for the showers.

What felt like an eternity of scrubbing, I left the showers clean and free of blood. The shower itself took extra time to be cleaned and sanitized. Once I was in clean clothes, I made my way to the kitchen where everyone was sitting. Hen smiled when she I was coming to join them.

“There she is,” Chimney announced. “Nice to see that there’s no blood on you.”

“I think I left the scene red-handed.” I joked. Buck smiled and sat up straighter letting me join him on the sofa. The firefighter regarded me with a look that I couldn’t quite figure out.

“Please tell me that there isn’t any blood still on me.”

“Nah, you’re good. Hen was telling us about how you stopped a guy from bleeding out.” There was a smile of admiration on his face and he nudged me with his elbow.

“Oh yeah,” I nodded. “It was weird though. It looked like he was bitten.”

“Oh, he was.” Hen waved her phone and handed it to me.

I took it and began reading the report. As I did, I realised Buck was reading it over my shoulder. I leaned back and angled the phone to let him read with me.

“Great, so aside from all the usually stupidity, we have the Full Moon Biter. People need to stop smoking bath salts…” I trailed off when I noticed Hen was watching me and Buck. Buck whose face was very close to my own.

It was nice siting close to Buck, it was comfortable. I was close enough that I could still smell the aftershave and body spray that he had used in the morning. We were comfortable enough that nobody else sat next to him. And allowed me to take that space.

“Didn’t you guys deal with something like this last month?” Buck asked leaning back into the sofa as if he were suddenly aware of our proximity.

“Something similar. Except that guy wasn’t pretending to be Dracula.” I shrugged my shoulders.

Hen left the two of us and said something about needing to call Karen. Chimney and Eddie were off doing their own thing. That left Buck and I sitting on the sofa. I sighed and leaned back. Buck leaned next to me and watched my face.

“I should’ve said I was sick today or something.” I let my head fall back, falling on Buck’s arm. I stared at the ceiling as Buck began talking.

“Eh, everyone feels that way. I mean, you saved someone, so that’s good right?”

“I guess. I just acted on instinct.”

“Your instinct saved someone; you stopped a guy from bleeding out with your own hands!” Buck nudged me and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah, I did good. I also could’ve landed a role in Carrie.” I laughed.

I turned my head to look at Buck. I didn’t realise how close he was to me again until my lips brush against his.

The two of froze, my breath caught in my throat. I closed the gap between us and pressed my lips to his. Buck deepened the kiss, his hand cupping my cheek keeping me close to him.

Then the alarms went off, the announcement calling for the fire truck and the paramedics to respond to an MVC.

The two of us pulled apart from each other, breathless. I looked at Buck who was at a loss for words.

“We, we should go.” I got up and Buck followed, the two of us running to join the others for the call. I got in the ambulance with Hen and she pulled out of the house. Sitting in the seat, I looked out the window, my heart still racing and my lips felt electric and tingled.

“You okay?” Hen asked glancing over as I gently touched my lips. “You haven’t said anything since we left. Did something happen between you and Buck?”

I looked at her. “I kissed Buck. And he kissed me back. And I want to kiss him again.” A laugh escaped me and Hen joined me.

“I knew it!”

Before I would tell her to stop laughing, we had arrived at the scene and went into business, the laughter was left in the ambulance for later.

There were three cars that had crashed into each other. The reason was because two people had run into the road causing one person to suddenly slam on the brakes. That then led to the collision.

Hen and I ran to the pedestrians lying in the road as the others went to check on everyone in the cars. I knelt on the ground and turned to look at the victim. Before I could begin my assessment, I saw more blood than what is expected for these situations. My patient had blood on his face and neck.

“Hen, I think-”

Before I could finish altering Hen, the victim grabbed my shoulders and pulled me towards him, his teeth clamping down on my neck.

I screamed and then everything happened so quickly. There was yelling and I felt someone pull me away from the biter. I began feeling faint as I was sat on the ground.

“(Y/N), hey, look at me.” Eddie caught my attention and made me look at his face.

“(Y/N), we need to flush the bite, it doesn’t look like he got any of the arteries but you are going to bleed out if we don’t get you covered up.” Bobby told me. I nodded to show I understood, not trusting my voice. “Buck, stay on the vehicles!”

“Cap!” Buck yelled back in protest. He was holding his helmet in his hand as he watched to see if I was okay.

I winced as felt the saline against the open wound.

“Okay, we need to get you transported. They’re going to have to make sure nothing was transmitted.” Eddie told me.

“Gotcha,” I let him pull me to my feet. The next thing I knew was that I was in the back of an ambulance. It wasn’t one from the 118 so Eddie was sitting with me checking on my vitals despite my protests.

“I really should’ve called in sick.” I groaned as Eddie peeked under the dressings.

“Yeah, Buck probably wouldn’t have been too happy about that though.” Eddie gave me a smile and my face grew hot.

“I’m guessing he told you?”

“Yep, and he’s been wanting to do that for a while.”

I laughed. “Really?”

“He likes you, but it’s Buck. He’s all action.”

Before we could continue, the ambulance stopped at the hospital. Eddie helped me out and let me get taken by nurses ready to take blood and perform tests. I was put on a bed in the emergency room and I put my head back. The wound was cleaned and I was left waiting, still shaking from the events. Then there was familiar chatter as the other members of the 118 arrived. I looked over at them and made eye contact with Buck. He looked relieved to see I was okay and rushed over.

“Hey,” I smiled at him.

“Hey, are- are you okay?” Buck asked as I pulled my knees close to make space.

“Yeah, a little shaken.” I held up my hand and showed Buck He chuckled and took my hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. “I think everything should be okay, I didn’t hear anything about the other guy that they brought in. Did they find out what the biter was on?”

“Uh, I think they said it was bath salts.”

“Are you kidding?”

Buck laughed again and I saw his gaze was on my face. It travelled from my eyes to my lips.

“So, earlier at the firehouse.” Buck began.

“Yeah, I talked to Eddie,”

“Right. Well, I want to let you know that I meant what I said.” He assured me.

“Good. I feel the same way.”

“Really?” Buck asked almost incredulously. “Well, how about after shift, I take you on a real date.”

“I would like that,” I smiled and leaned towards him.

“I saw that there’s a new vampire movie coming out.

“You wish Buck.” I quickly looked past and saw that everyone was looking towards us. Somehow, Hen managed to get everyone’s attention and led them out the room. Buck, looking over his shoulder and realising the same thing, turned back to look at me. There was a smile on his face as he cupped my cheek and brought his lips to mine.

#911 Imagines #911 oneshots #Evan Buckley imagines #Evan Buckley oneshots #Evan Buckley x reader

[souliebird]

[[and then I met you || ch. 18]]

Series: Daredevil || Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader || Rating: Explicit

Summary:

A one-night stand years ago gave you a daughter and you are now able to put a name to her father – Matthew Murdock. Everything is about to change again as you navigate trying to integrate your life with that of the handsome and charming blind lawyer’s and Matt realizes he needs to not only protect his new family from Hell's Kitchen, but from the world.

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warning: canon typical violence

“Oh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight. Lead me out on the moonlit floor, lift your open hand - Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling. So, kiss me.”

You hum along with the song playing quietly in your ear as you scrub the bathtub. It is one of your cleaning nights and you are focused on getting everything back to tip-top shape. The tub currently has a bit of a purple tint to it after you tried a new brand of bubble bath for Minnie - you are lucky she isn’t now grape flavored as well - and you would very much like it gone. It is coming off easier than you expected, but it is taking a fair amount of elbow grease. 

It is easy to space out and listen to music as you work. Your cleaning playlist are songs you can vibe to that you don’t really associate with anything in your life - mostly you think about the movies the song has been featured in - but you are finding, as you scrub and romantic lyrics float through your head, a certain name and face keeps appearing in your mind’s eye. 

You know it isn’t wise for you to develop a crush on Matt - just because you have a daughter together does not mean he wants to kiss you. You know you need to squash the feelings down before you get yourself hurt. 

But sometimes it is nice to have silly impossible daydreams while you are cleaning alone at ten at night. Having a goofy little smile while you picture yourself spinning around a garden in a dance isn’t hurting anyone. You have a good grasp on reality - you just sometimes want to pretend to be the lead in a cheesy 90’s teen romcom - is that too much to ask? 

No one else needs to know Matt has replaced the lead actor. It is a secret just for you. 

As you scrub bleach powder around your purple-haze tub drain, you catch movement reflecting in the shine of the spout. You can’t hear anything over your music - even though you only have one earbud in - so you sit up and turn around. Of course, it is Minnie standing in the doorway, clad in her jammies, and dragging Scooby by his big paw.

You pull the earbud out, frowning to your daughter, “Is everything alright, Mouse? Is my music too loud? Did it wake you up?”

She shakes her head, then in the most miserable voice you have ever heard from her, whines, “My tummy hurts.”

Instantly, you set down your sponge and your earbud so you can go to your daughter, “your tummy hurts?” 

You move to pick her up, wanting to comfort her, but it is made clear she doesn’t want this by stepping back and holding up her toy between the two of you. It hurts, but it passes, as you know you don’t like to be touched when you feel sick, so instead, you kneel down to be in front of her and try to find the root of the problem. 

“How does your tummy hurt?”

She sways side to side, face scrunching up as she self-analyzes. You can see the little wheels turning in her head, but then there is a very subtle shift in her eyes that only years of being a mother makes you notice. With lightning speed, you grab Minnie under her arms and spin around to hold her over the toilet just as her dinner begins to regurgitate. 

Your heart breaks as she empties her stomach and you try to soothe her the best you can, rubbing her little back as she coughs and hacks. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay, get it all out. Get all the icky out,” you tell her. 

Luckily, her stomach is small and there is not a lot of expel. Once you are sure she is done, you flush the toilet then close the lid, intent on setting Minnie down so you can clean her up, but of course, now she doesn’t want to be put down. She wiggles and turns until she can bury her head into your neck, sniffling and hiccupping, and clinging to you the best she can. 

You can feel bits of vomit on your neck, but since you aren’t completely covered in it, you try to ignore it in favor of your distressed daughter. You begin to rock her gently, humming one of her favorite lullabies as she processes how distressing throwing up is.

You don’t remember when the last time she got sick was, but you have a guess as to what caused this upset - you tried a new ice cream for dessert tonight. It had made your stomach a bit gurgly and you had solved that with a TUMS. 

It hadn’t occurred to you to ask if Minnie needed one, too. 

A lesson for the future.

Minnie doesn’t dissolve into full on tears and after about two minutes, she pulls back and croaks out, “‘cooby?”

She had dropped the toy when you had first picked her up, so you stretch to grab him for her. She quickly switches to clinging to him and you go right for a washcloth. You wipe down your neck first - you can only handle so much - then start on cleaning up your poor Mouse. 

In a blessing from the gods, she only has a little bit of gunk around her mouth and nose. It doesn’t seem like anything got on her clothes. 

Getting her to rinse her mouth out takes a bit of convincing. 

“It will help the icky taste go away,” you promise, but she just clamps her mouth shut and shakes her head. You very much get why she wouldn’t want anything in her mouth after throwing up, but you also know she needs a good rinse. She only gives in after you demonstrate what you want of her by brushing your teeth and gargling some water. However, the condition is that you have to brush her teeth for her while she squeezes Scooby for dear life. 

Once her mouth is clean and the only sign she was ever sick is her puffy red eyes, you scoop up your baby and bring her out to the living room. 

“How does your tummy feel now?” you ask as you set her on the couch and begin to cocoon her in the throw blanket you keep there. 

Minnie rests her head on top of Scooby’s, lip jutting out into a pout, “Icky. And Hurty.”

“Icky and hurty?” You sympathize. You know well the aftermath of throwing up and how sometimes the aftermath is worse than the event - your stomach often turns sour and you feel drained. You know certain fluids will help relieve this, so you kiss Mouse’s forehead and tell her, “Let me see if we have any things to help.”

“Blue Pedi-lyte?” she asks and you can’t help but smile over how observant and smart your little one is. She may not have thrown up in recent memory - but other digestive problems have occurred, and she clearly remembers enough that the drink helped. 

“Yeah. Let me go see if we have any, okay? Do you want to put on some Mickey?”

“Goofy,” is her quick, but mumbled reply. 

You turn on the television and bring up some Goofy related shorts, then head to the kitchen, hoping you have some old Pedialyte. 

But you don’t. 

You have leftover drinks Karen brought you and the only thing that is comparable to what you promised Minnie is yellow Gatorade. However, you have nothing to turn it blue. You have the feeling that trying to give it to your little one is not going to go well, but you try, nonetheless. You fill a sippy cup halfway with yellow liquid and mentally cross yourself as you bring it to Mouse on the couch.

She takes one look at it before pouting at you, “That’s yellow.”

“I know, sweetie. But we don’t have any blue Pedialyte. We only have yellow Gatorade. It will help your tummy, too.”

To her credit, she takes it and holds it in her lap, looking down at it with disdain. She opens and closes her mouth a few times, then wrinkles up her nose and holds the cup back up to you, “It’s stinky.”

You try to not sigh - lemon-lime is an intense flavor and probably won’t taste the best after vomiting, but it is all you have. You crouch down so you are eye level with your daughter and rub her leg, trying to be encouraging, “I know, but it will help your tummy. Can you try for me?”

She looks between you and the cup about fifteen times, her little eyes full of doubt, before bringing it up to her mouth and taking a sip. She does not swallow - instead she looks disgusted before opening her mouth and letting the drink spill down her chin.

“Oh, no, no, let’s not do that,” you groan. You use your t-shirt - which is luckily your cleaning shirt and gross anyways - to wipe her face and soak up the yellow liquid. 

“Icky,” Mouse informs you, then adds, “I want blue Pedi-lyte. Please?”

You take in your daughter, looking so tiny wrapped up on the couch. How awful it must be to not only be nauseous, but to be so with enhanced senses. You’ve thrown up enough times to know what an unpleasant aftertaste it leaves, so she must be so miserable.

You rub your hands over your face and give in, “Okay, let Mommy go change into real people clothes, and we will go get some for you.”

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You are no stranger to midnight runs to the bodega two blocks west. You had moved into your current apartment when you were about six months pregnant, and you had spent month seven waddling your way there almost every night for a slice of cake.  The late-night cashier, Sal, practically watched Minnie grow up and he is one of the few people who she will talk to unprompted.  So, you don’t feel embarrassed when you stroll in wearing sweatpants and a band-tank top, with Minnie still in her jammies - Sal has seen you in worse states and at least you aren’t wearing a robe and slippers. 

There’s a couple of college aged boys lingering around the snacks section who smell heavily of marijuana, and they seem more interested in talking about what chips to get than anything, so only your hyper paranoid mind makes you take notice as you make your way to the drink coolers. You pass all the fun things and go to the very back corner of the storefront where the small selection of medicinal goods are. 

Tampons, Tylenol, and band aids are stacked low on the dry goods shelf, and across from them, practically on the floor of the cooler, is one row of Pedialyte. The gods must be smiling on you because it is indeed the blue flavor your daughter is desiring. 

You open the cooler, and with Minnie on your hip, squat down to retrieve your prize. Almost instantly, she starts making grabby hands for it, asking with a bit of a whine, “Mommy, open it.”

“We have to pay for it first, then you can drink it,” you remind her, feeling guilty as you do. You can see the upset in her eyes, and to try and mitigate the damage, you offer, “Do you want to help buy it?”

Mouse, always the eager helper, nods against you, so you hand over the drink, stand, and start making your way to the counter. The stoned boys are debating which chips will leave the least amount of residue on their gaming controllers as you pass them and part of you wants to stop and listen. You don’t have an interest in video games beyond silly ones on your phone, but their passion is intense, and you agree Cheeto dust is one of the worst things in the world. You are lucky Minnie finds them gross and much prefers pretzels as her chip of choice.

As you come up to the checkout, Sal looks up from his phone and gives you a pleasant smile, “Late night snack run?” 

Minnie pipes up before you can, leaning forward as far as she can to hold out the bottle towards him, “I wanna buy this, please, thank you.”

Sal, ever kind, reaches across the counter to get it so you don’t have to try to lean in, “Ahhh, no snacks. Tummy troubles?”

“Tummy troubles,” you confirm. You dig into your purse for your wallet as he begins to ring you up.

Sal clicks his tongue in sympathy, before telling you, “My daughter, Sasha, the tall one, she always had the tummy troubles, too. Turns out, she was allergic to corn. Do you know how much corn is in everything in America?”

You make a face at that because you do, in fact, know how much corn is in everything. “I’m sorry to hear that.” 

In your arms, always wanting to mimic you, Minnie gives a solemn nod to Sal, “Sorry to hear.”

Sal laughs warmly, “You are kind. I hope your tummy troubles are not from corn, but too many sweets.” 

That makes Mouse giggle, which warms your heart. When you are told the total, you hand her your card to hand over to Sal. The sweet man swipes it, then addresses Minnie, “Debit or credit?”

Despite not knowing what that means, she instantly replies with, “Credit!” making you smile all the more. 

“Yes, we will charge it,” he says. The receipt prints and he hands that and the card back to you before bagging the Pedialyte in a little black baggie and handing that to Minnie. “Your purchase, little ma’am.” 

“Thank you!” she chimes, and you thank Sal as well. The college boys have finally decided on their snack, so you vacate the counter so they can make their purchase, wishing the cashier a good rest of his night. 

As you exit the bodega, Minnie bonks your arm with the bagged bottle, “Mommy, open it now. We buyed it.” 

“Okay, okay.”

You set her down on the ground, then get the bottle out so you can crack it open. You help your little one take a few careful sips and once she is done, she smacks her lips. 

“Not icky?” You ask and she gives a big nod in response. 

“Not icky.”

“How is your tummy?”

Her fist goes right into her mouth as she thinks over the question. You use the time to recap the drink and drop it back into the bag, then put that into your purse. 

“It feels like jumping dinosaurs,” Mouse finally tells you, “Going ‘bah bah bah’. Like sheepies.”

You have no idea what that is supposed to mean, but you guess that she feels better. She seems more chipper, which isn’t what you need closing in on midnight. If you don’t get home soon and get her back into bed, you are going to have a very grumpy toddler in the morning. 

Which will go great with your expected grumpiness - you still have to finish cleaning the bathroom and who knows how long that is going to take. You’ll need to redo the toilet and throw a load of laundry into the wash. You’ll probably get to bed around two if you are lucky.

So, with the complete intention of tiring your daughter out, you ask her, “Do you want to walk back home holding Mommy’s hand?”

Which completely does the trick and Minnie takes your hand so you can walk back home together, and you begin heading that way. 

Despite being the city that never sleeps, the streets around you are pretty empty. You haven’t come across any other foot traffic and you’ve only seen a few cars roll by, so to you, it seems like a quiet night.

You wonder if that is how Minnie sees it - or in her case - hears it. 

It has been mind boggling learning her range of hearing and how much input she must constantly receive.

Matt is still working on making you his binder - Karen has apparently taken to copy editing it - but he has given you a preview of a few pages and you can barely comprehend it. You think you would go insane if you could hear everyone talking all at once, all the time. Your anxiety would be astronomical, but your sweet Mouse doesn’t seem bothered in day-to-day life.

You’ve been watching her play more and more and you’ve been learning what catches her attention and interests. To your surprise, it has been music. The little wiggles and shakes she sometimes does is apparently her interpretation of dancing and you have been making her a little playlist for her birthday. You think a dance party would be a fun thing to do the night before the zoo trip, to help get out all her energy. You haven’t told her this yet, but you did ask her to let you know when she hears a song she wants to dance to, so you can look into it. 

You don’t want to add anything inappropriate after all. 

You look down at your daughter as you walk, a little smile coming to your face. She’s watching her feet, and it looks like she’s trying to step on her own shadow without making a big deal of it. You’ve seen her do that before or try to walk one foot in front of the other. You aren’t the fastest walker - you tend to stroll - so you never worry about her games slowing you down. 

Plus, if it wears her out, all the better for you. 

You are about half a block away from your building when Minnie suddenly halts and whirls her head back towards the bodega. Curious, you stop as well, wondering what she has heard now. 

“What is it, sweetie?” 

“There’s a hoot-hoot!” She whisper-yells, looking up to you with the biggest, purest smile. 

Your heart practically bursts from your chest with love and your smile grows to match hers, “A hoot-hoot? Can you tell me about the hoot-hoot?”

She nods, then you watch in slow motion as your daughter’s absolute joy morphs into that of horror and before you can even process what is happening, something is ripping you away from Minnie by the base of your neck. 

You are pivoted left and slammed face first into the brownstone staircase you were just walking by. Your vision goes spotty as pain erupts from the center of your forehead - confusion and panic begin to consume you. 

All you can hear is your daughter screaming in fear.

You have no idea what is going on, but all you know is Minnie needs you, and that ignites something deep and primal in your chest.

There is something grabbing and pulling at your top and your purse - which you wear crossbody - and you realize someone is trying to mug you. Fear fills you as you struggle to get away, break free, but whoever it is is stronger than you and keeps slamming you back against the stone.

“Mommy!”

The thing inside your chest bursts to life when you hear Minnie cry for you and you kick backwards best you can, trying to dislodge your attacker. Your foot catches their knee and both of you go tumbling to the ground. You hit the cement hard only to be crushed under the weight of your assailant as they land on top of you. 

You refuse to stay still, squirming and trying to army crawl out from under the mugger, but they easily overpower you. Hands wrap around your throat from behind and you are temporarily overwhelmed by the stench of body odor and filth. You are pressed down into the sidewalk for a split second before being yanked back and you just barely manage to turn your face as you are violently forced back down again. Gravel and glass tear at your cheek. 

Something tangles itself into your hair and your head is once again being pulled back, but you won’t give up. You reach back over your head and grab onto the arm of the person attacking you. You feel flesh, so you curl your fingers and dig your nails in the best you can. 

There is a feral, pained yowl, then your head meets the ground again, but it doesn’t stop. They are trying to push you down into the sidewalk using all their weight, like they are trying to crush your skull.

You kick and buck as hard as you are able to, thrashing desperately in an attempt to break away. The pain is quickly becoming all encompassing, but Minnie is crying, and you need to get to her.

You try to get an arm under you, to try and help to push you up, but there is so much weight and all of it is centered on your upper back and skull.

You can’t get up. 

You can’t get to Minnie. 

You can’t save your daughter.

There is a deep and furious roar, then the crushing weight of your attacker is ripped off of you.  

You gasp for breath as you quickly roll onto your side, terrified you're going to be pushed back into the dirt and smothered. Your vision is swimming, blurry and half black, and everything, everything hurts. 

“DADDY!” 

Your eyes snap open and you try to push yourself up onto shaky arms. You try to turn around to find your daughter, but your body doesn’t want to obey anymore, and you collapse back onto the ground. You force your legs to move the best you can, trying to roll until you can find your daughter. 

“Minnie..” you try to call out but you aren’t sure if any noise escapes your lips.

“Mommy!”

The darkness wraps itself around you and begins to drag you down into its depths. The last thing your mind catches before it switches off is your little Mouse, screaming for you.

“MOMMY!”

“MOMMY!!”

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Teasing & Tweezing

Part of the Attending Mr York Fan Fic Series

Master list

This is all your fault.

You voted for back to back Dave York. I really didn’t think he would win. So here I am. Posting another Chapter to our Dave York universe on a Saturday… you’d better have your pancakes or grapes ready peoples. This is very intense.

Synopsis:- After asking a rhetorical questions, you find out Dave isn’t as squeaky clean & normal as you think. But your loyalty is put to the test a few days after finding out his secret when he arrives at your apartment at 3am.

This chapter is referenced as moments & memories in one week with Dave York. (Defiantly the Thursday & Saturday afternoon chapters).

Word count:8100

Warnings: EVERY WARNING UNDER THE SUN DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18! DAVE YORK COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNING…& I MEAN IT!!!! Cheating, adultery, boss employee relationships, controlling at points but not at others, fingering, anal sex, sex toys, bath sex, oral sex, blood, injury detail, repairs, swearing, angst, anger, alcohol, pain killers (in real life please don’t mix then) This gets grim at points for both injury & intimacy, secrets, assassin work.

Yea you have been warned

Thank you all so much for reading this, it’s always a pleasure writing Dave & thank you all for reading last weeks one off. All feedback is welcome in anyway shape or form. Enjoy peoples.

“Mr York?” You pop your head around the office door on a Wednesday afternoon. It’s not unusual for him to ask to see you on a Wednesday, before you do the grocery shop before getting the girls from school, especially as he likes to cook on a Wednesday night. You’ve never found out why, he just likes to do it. It also means you get more time to paint & curate your art portfolio, your eventual out from being a house keeper one day. Although this is much better than the 9to5 grind you used to have. It pays better too.

“Ahhh perfect timing, quick close the door this won’t take long” he spins round in his chair to face you, man spreading for you to see. He’s not hard but you know you could do certain things to make the man who 75% of the time ignores you in this house, to then turn him into the 25% which wants to plunder & pleasure you.

You notice he’s got shredding going on & lots of printing & a building plan laid out across his sofa, lots of post its notes & red crosses covering it. You grab a pen from his desk & tease it in your teeth waiting for him to tell you what he needs so you can jot it onto a post it note. You tease doesn’t go unnoticed.

“What can I help you with today sir…”

“shopping!”’he abruptly interrupts to make you slightly startled as to how quick his response was “I need the following items please & if they don’t have them in the store please can you go to different stores tomorrow to get them, they are all essential items”

“okay Mr York I understand, I…” he interrupts again.

“I would say today but I know it’s Wednesday & your art time. our deal is still the same, that you can work on whatever it is you make, I don’t want to make my house keeper unhappy, unless it’s tears of pleasure” he smirks facing back to his screen & you dampen your knickers instantly. He has very quickly worked out some of your kinks & weaknesses as to how he can make you feel good. He knows certain words get you going & he can also see your an open book when it comes to him & how he makes you scream. Your ex must have been atrocious, but that is Daves gain. It’s only been a few months of sex, but he’s really enjoying getting his frustrations out on your body & how you respond. Carol doesn’t even put in any effort anymore.

Dave lists off the most random shopping list. 2 fishing lines, sand, bleach, 3 bags of sugar, nail scissors, typex, a towel, hand sanitiser, a pack of metal coat hangers & as many packs of pain killers as you can find.

“Is there anything you think I need?” He asks when he’s done.

“Well that’s quite an extensive list mr York, I mean why fishing lines why not…”

“oooh & cable ties & condoms” he interrupts back to facing you & pointing. You blush. You were now on the pill, so you could feel Dave bare filling his seed inside you. No more rushing to the pharmacy to get the morning after pill or him withdrawing, which was rare of him to do. So who else was he having sex with other than you & Carol? Your face can clearly show your thinking this as he then answers without asking“… this is all for work, your my only discretion” he’s not lying you can tell that, you’ve worked out when Dave lies.

“wow that will be interesting for you to put down as expenses” you chuckle as you read the list back to yourself “I mean unless you plan on killing your boss, that’s the only way you could get away with it” you catch Daves eyes which are darting around the room desperate to check he’s not left anything in evidence out. He then looks at you sternly & you realise your hypothetical question might have some truth in it.

“David?” You ask concerned. You hardly ever call him David unless he really hits the spot inside you & you forget your manners. This breaks him out of his worried trance. He likes it when you say his name. If he wasn’t so controlling he’d let you say his name more often but you calling him Mr York for all situations makes his cock throb with anticipation. “Do… do you…” your voice is trailing. you want to ask but you also don’t incase knowing this will put you in danger, but you need to know. Daves business trips usually are on weird days & a pick up at a weird time. Dave sighs deeply shaking his head before his eyes meet yours.

“What I’m about to tell you is highly classified.” He groans . His eyes are deep. Dave is worried he’s about to lose his nanny, house keeper & fuck toy in the next 3minutes. How will he explain that to Carol. He stands up & heads to the family picture on the wall which has a safe behind it “I need to record exactly what i am about to talk to you about & I need you to consent to everything I am about to say” as the safe pops open he pauses & notices you’ve sat on the edge of his desk. “If you want you can leave now, I will pay you a years salary on the spot & you can go” he says & your eyes meet. A years salary is more than generous & could change your life. He is giving you an out. You can pack up your bags & never see the Yorks again, but could you do that to the 2 little girls who finally get you & are happy you play with them, no. Could you then also sit at home if you did leave even with that money in one go & think about the family if the worst happened to Dave, no.

“Tell me David, tell me everything”

“please don’t call me David…” oh fuck you think “… if your going to call me anything other than Mr York, call me Dave” & he hands over a secrets act file for you to read & sign as he hit records on the tape in his hand, all of which has come from the safe, to start telling you what you can know & what he actually does do. David Christopher York is a hired killer & assassin.

10 days later

You stumble into your studio apartment at 11:30pm. You know you’re needed at the Yorks for lots of morning rushes this week so today & tomorrow is your real chance to stay in your bed. They have given you Saturday night & part of Sunday off as a thank you. You’ve been out for a movie, dinner & drinks with your friends. You’re pretty sure that one of thems brother Steve was trying to flirt with you, but he was so wasted by the end of the night that you decided not to go back to his place. Your own bed & your own pleasure would be enough for tonight, especially if when you get to the Yorks, Dave has been on a successful business trip & will want to have sex with you. You slide out of your dress & put on your jammys. It’s summer so very short sleep shorts & a floaty vest are all that’s needed. Make up removed & teeth cleaned, you glide onto your bed & put on your pleasure playlist as you grab your 5inch toy & lube it up. The tip as it vibrates makes you shudder & moan as you carefully edge it inside you. You’re still getting used to having a vibrator which you purchased on impulse after your ex broke up with you. “Dave!” You moan. It’s the first time you have moaned Dave out loud when you’ve been alone & you really really like the way it rolls off your tongue. He’s having that much of an effect on you at the moment. You gasp at saying it & inch it in further turning up the vibrations wondering when Dave will next be on top of you, pounding inside your core.

THUD THUD THUD

You leap up & hear this pounding noise. It’s not a hangover throbbing in your mind or the next door neighbours having an orgy, they like to do that sometimes & you try to stay at the Yorks when you know it’s going to happen. But there’s a banging noise going on. As the thudding happens again you click your bedside light on & see the clock says 3am as you head to the door a few feet away. Being a studio apartment everything is close together. You look though the keyhole & see Daves face in anger on the other side.

“Let me in sweetheart please!?” He says with pain in his voice. You don’t even hesitate to undo the latch, the second your hand twists the lock he barges in, flinging the door almost directly into your face & almost collapses on the floor. There is blood oozing from his shoulder & is seeping down his arm. He throws his back pack across the room & it hits your bed bouncing back towards you both.

“VODKA” he screams as you lock the door shut but are frozen to the spot in a panic. “DONT MAKE ME ASK AGAIN!” He is enraged. The second shout means you run over to your dresser, which has clothes stationary & alcohol in it. You find the bottle of vodka & head to the kitchen area to get a glass. “IM IN FUCKING PAIN. I HAVE NO TIME FOR A GLASS!” You almost drop the bottle at his growl. It’s scaring & arousing you. The idea of Dave being really dominant to you during sex was not one that had crossed your mind, or be it with anyone actually, but he has those traits. You would submit to him so well. You kneel next to him & hand him the bottle, cap already off & he has 2 large gulps almost spluttering out the second. You’ve still not said a word since you woke up 2mins ago. He eventually calms down a little as your hand soothes his back, tracing across his spine & he reaches for his bag but his agony stops him “Bag! pain killers” he musters & you lean & bring it across to the two of you but when you see what’s in there your drop in it shock, scattering part of its contents across the floor, including the small pistol inside it.

Imagine if Dave hadn’t told you 10 days ago what he did for a living. This is still pretty intense & your mind is racing that he’s come to you for help. You are in as much shock as he is pain. But seeing various items you had purchased him sitting it that bag from the other week & a gun & a knife, that made you flinch a little too much.

“Mr York…” you mumble “i… I… im not qualified…”

“you have health & saftey & cpr to work for us, this is just the next 4 steps up” he interject, as he grabs the tablets to take. They, luckily for you, dropped right in front of him. “You said you’d do anything for me & the Yorks & I need this one time favour please please?” He pleads as he drinks more vodka to take the tablets which you both know is highly irresponsible, but he’s suffering badly. You pace a little while he tries to stand wondering what to do. No way are you or your apartment equipped to deal with whatever has happened to Dave.

“A one off? “ you reply “I never have to sort you out again”

“yes I promise, you can quit afterwards for all I care, I just need this to look a little bit cleaner before I go to the emergency room” his breathing is almost calm, & back to what it would be if he had just orgasmed.

“Why can’t you go there & first” you ask.

“That’s a story for another day but right now I need you to try & stop this bleeding please?” His frown tells you he isn’t joking, he has come to you for help. Maybe this is a loyalty test to prove what you would do for the Yorks.

You take a deep breath before the word “okay” stutters out of your mouth, your head trying not to think of what you’re about to face. You walk back over to Dave & offer him your hand to help him up, which he takes. He’s always so strong but this grip isn’t want you’re expecting he’s unsteady & needs support.

“bed” he groans as he realised his legs are going to give up from beneath him, so you grab the shoulder that isn’t bleeding to help him turn & then lower him on the edge of the bed. He winces. Then you can see what’s happening to the shirt. You can see that the pool of blood is still growing, but there is a pattern to it that it is starting to seep out from underneath his T-shirt & trickle down his arm over the elbow, an elbow you want to ride until you can’t think straight anymore as it pushes against your pussy.

“Dave” you say realising it’s the first time you’ve really said that to him “I need you to help me with this, it’s not a cut knee or a bruised foot, your bleeding heavily” & you can see it start to drip onto your bed sheets, which you know no amount of stain remover will get this fully out.

Dave glance at your face as he picks up the bottle of vodka to swig again, & sees the concern in your eyes. “You’ve got this sweetheart, did you every play operation as a kid?” He asks & you nod. Dave can feel his shirt getting wetter from the blood trickling out of his collar, so he removes it straight over the top of his head screaming slightly from the pain it causes, but not loud enough for the rest of the building are hear, but enough if your neighbours were in they would’ve heard that. He can feel your eyes train on every single inch of his abs. His muscular stomach, his broad shoulders & his chest, gleaming with sweat & the blood that has slid down the side from where he has been shot. it is only now that you can see that his wound is more than just of flesh one. He has been shot & you can see as you stroke his back up & down from behind, that it’s not come out the other side. Your face drops. You know you’ve got to help him try & get this bullet out or at least stop the bleeding to make it look like it’s okay before he goes to the emergency room later. He catches the look of concern in your face which is now one of complete paralysis. “It’s not come out has it?” Dave asks. Silence fills the room as your eyes meet. Yours which are filled with concern now, turn into ones which are soft. His glint back at you to say it’s okay & he will be okay. His hand takes yours & the bloodied hand rolls across your knuckles. You take his ruined shirt & apply pressure to the wound.

Dave so far has always been in charge of making the first move or kiss, but right now you can’t control yourself & your urge. He might be bleeding still, but his lips are parted. You hold onto his chin keeping his face looking at you as you crash your lips into his. It smooth & succulent. Two wet plump mounds taking over the other. He’s shocked at first that you’ve done this, it’s always been his decision when this is instigated, but he can’t help himself. He goes with it as his hand leaves your to caress your face before going into your hair. He is now panting but he’s relaxed a little & you can feel the stress leave his body slightly. He softly moans your name as you part, & both your eyes open. “Sorry” you say “but I needed you to be calmer for me to have any attempt at this” he raises an eyebrow.

“That’s the best excuse for a kiss I’ve ever heard” & as he says this you hear a ripping sound of your bed sheets. He’s got at least a quarter of it as he straps a small amount around the lower part of his arm to tighten it. Clearly this isn’t his first injury.

He gestures at the bag & points. “You need to find nail scissors, tweezers, the condoms, lighter & hand sanitizer” he says before realising half of the bag is now scattered across the floor. He laughs at this before yelping as the next part of your bed sheet he’s torn away makes a connection

“a laugh wow didn’t think I’d hear that when you arrived a few mins ago”

“well your studio now looks like someone’s burgled it after you dropped my bag. Also do you have a stronger light that this bed side lamp? You’ll need as much light as you can get to help me.” Dave groans as he leans down to grab the pain killers as well but he stops half way as pain shoots through his body.

“Let me have you in the Bath” you blurt out.

“what!” Dave replies shocked “I don’t think…”

“oh not like that Mr York, my bathrooms got mirror lights & spotlights & white walls, so it’s bright. also it’s easy to clean afterwards & stops you from ruining my bed.” You snarl back. He likes you being in command, it makes his groin twitch at the idea of what else he can one day make that mouth say.

“Oops sorry, force of habit to take whatever is near me to repair something, I’ll replace them. I like your thinking though” & with that he leans his intact shoulder across yours. “Help get me to your Bath then” & the two of you tentatively stand up & you help him hobble to the bathroom. However he’s distracted. He’s looking down at to your almost bare back & a neck free for kisses, which he starts to peck at. His lips igniting your core with each smooch down your radiating skin. Radiating for him alone. You gasp as he licks up your neck behind your ear. You can’t really stop him due to having to carry his weight with you to the bathroom. It may only be a few feet away but it still takes a while. Also you don’t want needy Dave to stop.

Your bathroom has the bare minimum in it. A shower at the end of the bath, sink, toilet & a clothes basket for laundry. But it will do for now. “Mind the ledge Mr York” you say as he plants his first foot in the tub. When both feet are in steady ground you help him lower in & he also takes off his trousers, so he’s just in his boxers. Maybe he did just have sex on his mind.

“I’ve got spare clothes in the bag I can change into, but can you bring back the booze & pain killers before the rest of that list first” he says as he hands his jeans across to you. They are as black as the night sky. So if there was blood in them it would be hard to notice, unless you knew. Once he’s happy in the bath, you’ve given him a spare bath Mat to kneel on & an old cushion to lean on the edge of the bath, you go get the rest of the items as he takes one more pain killer. All but 2 items were still in the bag, those 2 were that hand sanitiser & condoms. As you head back into the bathroom with the rest of your bed sheet to mop up the blood, which he had torn already you ask.

“why condoms for a repair?” You notice these were the ones you picked up last week.

“Evidence bag” he states as his lips detach from the bottle of vodka “especially these ones, good choice by the way. They are sturdy don’t break & leave all finger prints on what’s inside, nothing ever escapes this unless it’s really rigorous “ & you blush. You can imagine Dave has tried that out before, but inside your mind wonders to think with whom & would he pound you that hard?

You go to step in the bath with him but he shout “no I need you outside, if you slip & fall, were done for”

“Dave it’s my Bath I should no how to bal…”

“not if you make a mess of this, but I have faith. You got this sweetheart” you take a few deep breaths & stand right in front of him, you thin sleep shorts separate his mouth from your mound. You liked it last time when he performed oral sex on you. His tongue lapping away at you, humming as he tasted each drop. His fingers felt fantastic too, so long & fat, curling away rubbing against your walls as his thumb danced across your clit, sending you spiralling out of control. Dave sniffs as he can smell your arousal. If he wasn’t in a so much pain & this wasn’t so urgent your shorts would be off & he would be fucking you, but that would be too much of a distraction. He needs you coherent.

“So what first Mr York?” You ask with everything you need on the side.

“Hand sanitizer for your fingers & my wound, we need you clean & the hole slightly numbing it cos you’re going to have to cut it a little bigger than it already is”

“what?” You screech as you open the bottle, “what if I hit…”

“it’s ok it’s okay…” Dave says as he sees you go into panic mode “ there is nothing you can butcher too much up here, oooh you’ve got your phone right? because I need to see where the bullet is when you get inside?” This is all now becoming a little bit too much. You’ve seen this on tv shows & always thinks they make it look so simple & easy to heal a bullet wound or stab. But now you are faced with this as a first repair job for Dave you feel physically sick.

You go to grab the vodka but Dave holds it away from you “I know you’re nervous, but this won’t help you, trust me” he can see your pale & freaking out inside. “Breathe with me sweetheart come on” & you do 3 lots of 5 in & out & as he starts the 4th you sigh & drip the sanitisers across his injury. His yelp is small & you use half the bottle, “quick 4cms towards my neck go in through the existing hole” he cry’s putting a dry part of the bed sheet in his mouth. Even if this was a pro doing this he knows he would scream at this. You slowly & carefully start to snip at his flesh opening the hole wider, blood trickling out to start with. You go to mop it up but Dave moans as he shakes his head. “Clean up when we are done” he muffles biting into the bedding for all his life. Considering you’re new to this he’s impressed you’ve not put him in more pain. You slowly snip away, amazed at how calm you are & amazed at how the human shoulder & collar are constructed. So much so that it only when Dave shouts yet it’s still muffled “no more snipping” that you stop.

“Sorry Dave, I was…” you feel a bit embarrassed by saying this “I… I was admiring the way you were constructed.”

“If I come out of this in one piece sweetheart, you can admire all you want” You look into Daves eyes, he’s not playing games or teasing he’s being serious.

Dave then gestures his eyes at the tweezers which you grab. He keeps your hand in place over his shoulder. But it’s not just for pressure on his oozing wound, it’s for reassurance for the two of you. He wants to feel your touch & he want to make you aware that he needs you. You face him again.

“It’s going to be okay Dave trust me” your calming words actually fool you both. You’d said it to make Dave feel at ease but it was also you tel yourself you could do this.

“You need to use the tweezers to open the cut up a little bit & then I need you to take a few photos so I can see how bad it is.” Daves slowly getting calmer in his tone, but he’s sweating a lot. Clearly his adrenaline has now warn off too. Maybe his shallow breathing & loss of blood is having an effect on him.

He winces as you carefully open up your fresh cut, & try not to turn your head away, as the seeping continues.

“Sweetheart you’ve got this, I trust you, look at me” your eyes meet Daves in solitude. “You never have to do this again I promise” you click a few photos, the flash almost blinding Dave in his eye, it’s so bright he will see that little outline in his eyes for a few minutes for sure. You hand him your phone. His blood soaked thumb zooms in on the screen. “I can see 3 obvious bits but you see this bit” he turns the phone around & points at a piece that’s hanging onto something inside his shoulder & collar. “That’s causing the bleeding”

“Okay Dave is it as simple as me just using the tweezers or…”

“Ha” he cackles “I wish it was” he sighs deeply “if you do this half as well as I think you can sweetheart , I might have to train you up as a medic.” You raise an eyebrow at Dave. “Jokes are getting me through this sweetheart, that & the fact that you’re right cunt at points has been inches away from my face, desperate for me to lick it. A taste of that would make all the pain go away” Daves breathing has ramped up casising his blood to pump more.

“Calm Dave” you say as you go to clean the tweezers with hand sanitizer but Dave grabs you hand.

“Stop!” He shouts.

“Why Dave? I thought…”

“The lighter, you need to heat the tweezers up”

“What?!”

“He hand sanitizer is alcoholic, it will be a blaze in seconds” his eyes are worried at what you were going to do “what are you an amateur?”

“Yes Dave I am” you snap back at him “you could easily be in the emergency room right now, but no here I am helping you out at good knows what time I’m the morning” your half tempted to walk away but a dead assassin in your bath tub wouldn’t be the best idea either. You’re in too deep. “Sorry Dave, I shouldn’t have snapped” you say calming yourself down. Trying desperately not to look in his eyes that you know will be raging because you answered back. “I know you know what’s best, & I’m trying my best, this is all so much to take in”

“I’m sorry to sweetheart” you make eye contact this time. Dave never apologises to anyone, for anything, even when he knows he’s wrong. His face is pleading for forgiveness too. “I mustn’t treat you like medics who stitch me up or help. As much as I employ you, you’re not trained for this. I’m sorry but this is the only way” he grips your shoulder with his clean hand, he’s been very deliberate to make sure one hand stays clean throughout this, with no blood contamination. He strokes you to sooth both your sets of anger away & it works almost instantly.

You follow Daves carful instructions. Heating up the tweezers for 30 seconds on a low heat to nudge the bullet away before then scorching the surrounding are & then attempting to fish it out, putting it straight into a condom, so he can have it analysed. He screamed 3 times as you did this, his face wincing in pain when a few nerves were hit, but he then asked you to try & get the second & third piece out using the same technique. It’s as you’re getting the 3rd piece out Dave screams the most. It’s high pitched & straight in your ear.

“Fuck, what are you tugging on I need to see” He screams & you while leaving the tweezers in place so the hole is open take a photo. Daves face drops. “Put that back where you found it right now. It’s stuck in a nerve. If it’s too far lodged it can’t come out, or I might lose some feelings in my fingers. I then can’t do my job.”

“Okay Dave” you slowly place in back into his shoulder, as well as you can but then he scream again & you almost nip at a vein as you drop the tweezers. “What did I do wrong?” Your voice is panicked.

“Lighter on tweezers for 10 seconds then push them against where you’ve just been, keep doing this until I tell you to stop.” His face is contorted as he growls this.

“But Dave what if…”

“This isn’t operation anymore sweetheart, just do it” he viciously interrupts & you start doing what he said with the tweezers. Fresh blood is now coming out of him.

Every 10 seconds you push the heated metal against him & each time he’s moans & gasps for air. Then you remove it & do it again & again. But it’s not helping. & then you see the hand sanitiser on the floor.

“Do you trust me Dave?” You ask in a hurry as you plunge the tweezers into the liquid.

“Do I have a choice?”

“No” you click the lighter on & the tweezer start to blaze.

“Are you fucking crazy woman? What the…” but you thrust the molten tweezers into his wound. “FUCKKKKKK!!!!!” You know that people asleep on your floor have probably just been work up due to Dave’s cry. “FUCKING HELL WHAT THE FUCK!!!! YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!” Daves eyes are tightly scrunched together in pain. He’s engulfed by heat too. But you don’t care. You’ve worked out this might be the only way of heeling him. To stop the bleeding. He might always have part of a bullet inside him but it will save his job & life if you fuse it to his nerves. So that’s what you do.

You’ve notices it’s working. His fingers & hand that are covered in blood are still twitching. He has some control or maybe it is second nature, to check that he can still move & work everything. A smile spreads across your face as you then reheat the tweezers with the lighters & hand sanitiser & do it again. Daves scream less in shock this time. The blood slowing down, his breathing calming. In your own panic you accidentally came up with an idea that is actually working better than his.

“I gotta say I thought you were gonna kill me doing that,” Dave eventually says when he’s back in the here & now, eyes no longer stinging.

“Well I wasn’t sure it would work Dave, I just had to try something, I couldn’t let you bleed out.” He hisses as you apply pressure on where has been scorched to make sure it’s sealed.

“You’re a fucking crazy bitch you know that?” He says still in pain drinking a bit more vodka before then picking up the condom with the pieces of the bullet inside it to seal it off.

“I will take that as a thank you” you calmly say, As you remove the tweezers & rush to your first aid kit that you brought in with the other bits earlier. His eyes rolling at your sarcastic comment but he knows you’ve done well. You grab a needle & thread & start to get it ready to stich Dave up.

“I’ve seen you learning to sew so this should be fun, you drop stitches all the time” he cackles before taking another painkiller with some more vodka.

“Well Dave if you swivel your shoulder this way slightly I can lean over the top of you & make sure that this holds until you get to an emergency room, that’s all I can promise. I can’t even promise it won’t hurt.” You mumble & then get him in the right spot. “Sorry Dave you’re in a bit of a tight spot here just bear with me. Keep drinking that vodka” he sees the genuine smile on your face & he starts to smile back at you, before he whimpers as you dig the needle in him.

���Fuck, why does this never get easy”

“Sorry Dave but I need the extra light, don’t want to make to much more of a mess” You can hear Dave moaning as you try to do the best job you can.But then your body jitters forward. A sensation you’ve not felt for a while as he slips his fingers inside your pussy ,as he starts saying “you’re not the only one who is working with a tight space”. His fat finger on his clean entering you easily, having their way with you, making you clamp around them instantly. You hadn’t even realised he was near your entrance or in a teasing mood until he was inside you.

“Dave stop Dave stop” you moan as the two fingers start to curl inside you,

“Beg” he cries as you accidentally dig the needle in further.

“I’m gonna make a mess if you continue” you moan griping into his other shoulder trying to concentrate as he works your pleasure. You’re trying not to moan or gasp but when Dave brings you pleasure it’s always hard to concentrate on anything else. Especially as He strokes his thumb across your clit.

“That’s the point sweetheart” he growls & looks you dead in the eye “it’s distracting us from the actual mess your doing to my shoulder & collar,” his breathing becomes enraged as his hand becomes slicker from your arousal. His pace picking up. Making you want more than just his fingers. Making you bite your bottom lip as your hips start to roll.

“Don’t blame me if I stab you” each word is panted amour of your mouth. He’s watching intently as your eyes become filled with desire.

You both scream in different tones, one of pain & one of pleasure when the third finger joins the party. His thumb Stimulation around your clit just making you want to grind onto him. It feels divine. Daves more concerned as he keeps his rhythm up about what your own hands are doing.

“That will do sweetheart” he says as he pulls you closer. His fingers are pulsing away making you want his fat cock buried inside you. The squelching & your moans now the sounds track to your bathroom.

“Fuck dave, oh fuck yes, oh god, I need this, I fucking need more” your almost growling as Dave sometimes does, as you drench his hand, spilling out & you hold the side of the Bath for balance as your legs turn to jelly from the intensity of your orgasm. “I knew you were good but I didn’t know your hands were that good baby” you whimper.

“Well it’s better than that pathetic excuse of a toy you have on your bed side table sweetheart.” You blush. Even in pained state bleeding out earlier, he had clocked your vibrator you had used earlier. you try to gather the words before Dave cackles. “What you’ve purchased might be okay for a one off but what you need is something more pleasurable” Daves smooth silky words in his seductive tone make you want his fingers back inside you at a minimum.

“Well you weren’t here to satisfy my needs.” You say as you edge to the basin to get a cloth for yourself as Dave dampens the last part of the bed sheet to mop up his dried blood.

“I promise you, that you will never need to look for satisfaction anywhere else when we’re done sweetheart.”

“Are you teasing me Dave?” your ask as you take his hand & help him out of the Bath. He’s in your personal space & his lips are just begging to be taken by yours.

“Well you’ll just have to wait & find out”

12 hours later you are in a hotel lobby, waiting for Dave. After you finished stitching him up, he told you to sleep on the sofa & that he would sort everything out, before a tender thank you kiss before he left to go to the emergency room. You got 5hs sleep before there was more knocking at your door. Clean up had arrived & by clean up, it means part of Daves team who had spent most of the night sorting out the place where Dave had been shot. Your flat was spotlessly cleaned, new sets of bedding were out on your bed along with 3 other new sets, more expensive that youve ever owned & replacement vodka also put in your cupboard. You had to sign NDA forms once it was all done, to never speak of last tonight to anyone other than Dave or the people in the room with you who were cleaning.

The thing that freaked you out the most though was the call from Carol at 11am saying she was sorry you had a sickness bug & would call someone else for the next 2 days to help. You went to protest & she said that you had called Dave who’s still away on business earlier to tell him. As you’re speaking to her you see Daves messages appear on your tablet to say that this is all okay & to meet him at a designated hotel later for a real thank you. So here you are at 5pm at the Drove hotel waiting for Dave, wondering what or how he is going to say thank you.

“Sweetheart?” You turn around & see Dave who extends his hand & pulls you up inches away from his face.

“Mr Yo…” he’s hungrily kissing you before you can finish the word York. His embrace & his lips only leave your mouth to kiss your neck for the entire journey through the lobby, into the lift & into the suite he’s hired. It’s the honeymoon suite & it’s so romantic in there & grand, not that Dave is the romance type at all.

“I told them I was here for 2 days & hadn’t seen my girlfriend in 6months, being persuasive does sometimes get you exactly what you want” Dave is seducing you with his own words, no persuasion is needed here, your already under this man’s spell.

“I didn’t have you down…”

“I’m not romantic in the slightest, but as this was already here when i arrived I thought I’d keep it. Make you feel like the bride. Make you feel romantic. So that then when you beg me to keep fucking you, you remember how sweet a girl you are. That you’re not my fuck toy.” Daves demeanour changes, his eyes dark & dilated & he gestures to the bed. “I do want to thank you though for what you did & not telling Carol earlier, she doesn’t need to know.” You sit on the bed & take your shoes off.

“I did promise to obey & attend your needs Dave,I just never expected that to be what was needed” you coyly look up at him. “We did it as a team”

“You did an amazing job sweetheart in everything & I am still giving you the opportunity to quit tomorrow, However…” the devilish smile that arouses you creeps over his face. “… you need a proper thank you & an eduction” Dave then dumps a black bag on the bed & unzips it. Your face turns red & blushes.

“Dave what the actual fuck” you hold the first box up & then the second. His bag is filled with unboxed sex toys.

“Sweetheart, I saw your toy, it might give you a few moments, but it’s never going to match me. So allow me to pleasure you, so you know what you like. You will then know what gets you off, so I know how to make you cum so hard. I like sliding into you, your arousal hardly ever needs me to lube up” Daves words embarrass you but also make you feel good. He wants to take you on a sexual adventure. & you’re here for it.

After looking at the various boxes you pick a very small stimulator to start with.

“Ooh starting small & working up are” says Dave mischievously. “I’m sure there would be some girls who run away after being presented all of this, but no you sweetheart, you are a slut. You present as the helpful house keeper so well & I bet you were loyal to that ex of yours but damn you want your fill don’t you. You want to feel my fat cock, in your cunt, pounding away don’t you.” You’re speechless & just nod. Dave, since you’ve started having sex has been dirty in his talk, but never like this. Your knickers are already damp. You bite your bottom lip which makes Daves cock twitch. That’s his sign for she’s all mine, so he pounces, turning you around on the bed so you’re lying on your stomach.

You’re stripped in seconds except for your knickers, your tights shredded & thrown across the room. The dress & bra flung somewhere for you to find eventually. Your mind is now on the fact that you can hear Daves belt hit the floor behind you too.

“Dave please”

You groan as he he kisses both your arse cheeks & then slowly rolls your knickers off your arse. You’re dripping for him already & he sees it pooled in your material as he removes them.

“Is my little slut already gagging for me?” He groans. You hadn’t heard his trousers or boxers come off, but your arse suddenly feels his bare penis rubbing against it. “I can use this” he say smirking rubbing his erect penis through the slick which has gathered, leisurely pumping himself. You then see a bottle of lube lying next to you on the bed, before it is gone in a blur. You moan & go to ask before he speaks. “I need to work you open first or…”he says smacking your arse cheek making you yelp, “maybe your arsehole is already puckering for me” he’s going to have sex in your arse. You have never done this before & you instantly tense up.

He takes the bottle of lube & covers your other enterance for him & you instinctively rock your arse back towards him, making his cock edge nearer your arse. No man has claimed it before, but this is Dave York & you are all his. He can fuck any hole he wants.

“Dave no one no, oooh baby” your words are interrupted, you didn’t realise he had the stimulator in his had that had been on your clit for the last few minutes, but your body shudders as the vibrations ignite your desire. Dave was right you did need educating to be his fuck toy & you can already feel your climax approaching.

“Ooh your cunt loves anything baby, that’s it rock, let me watch you enjoy yourself,” Daves desperate to start ramming you. But his eyes are hypnotised as to how quickly you settle into a rhythm. He ups the setting to make you moan more, almost losing his grip from the slick gathering.

“I know your nervous sweetheart” he whispers into your ear, you own hand now taking the toy to pleasure yourself with, as he reads himself”… but I promise to stop if you find it uncomfortable at any point okay, im going to take this slow & we will build up to more” you nod through your moans silently, unable to speak through pleasure. Dave then grabs your jaw firmly”consent sweetheart” it’s a snarl.

“Yes Mr York”

His penis covered in your slick & your arse covered in lube, he makes his slow approach seem like it takes forever. But the sting as it slips inside you, has you panting & gasping desperately.

“Dave oooh fuck” he stops & pulls out & then you say “again”. Each time he gets a little further inside you. Your cheeks parting, waiting to receive him. The stimulator was actually a brilliant idea as you move it to get more pleasure it’s distracting you from what Dave is doing to your arse.

“God everyone else has missed out on this delight” Dave states as he edges deeper inside you. “I’m the first, I’m taking your arse virginity, everyone else might have had that tight little cunt, the most gushing of pussys but this…oooh fuck” Dave can feel every inch on you as he’s half way to being fully inside your area & he stops. “I’ll properly destroy this another day, I’m sure there will be more occasions I need to thank you for.” & so Dave starts, his penis taking your arse, & you are having a pleasure over ride. “Say red of you want me to stop” he says as he gets going.

You lie in the big bath tub the next morning after having sex with Dave all night. A nap here & there interrupted by the sudden feeling of his lips sucking your breasts or his hands wandering to pleasure you. Dave has all the stamina in the world & he’s proving that right now as you swallow every last drop of his cum after his morning blow job. His face a delight watching you gulp him down.

“You are a cum hungry little slut sweetheart aren’t you.” He rubs your face & then lowers himself behind you in the Bath.

“I only get to taste the saltiest though Dave” you giggle as your wash yourself. You both reek of sex, but it intoxicates you both.

“So what we did last night, was that okay? You’re not to sore this morning?” Daves voice is one of genuine concern “if you don’t want to do anal again I understand, but”

“I ache Dave I’m not going to lie but” Dave is initially upset when you interrupt him you go to apologise but then you see his face nod to say keep going “…I am here to attend to your needs, & if that pleases you, we can work up to it & do it from time to time”

“So that’s not a no?” Dave smirks, he’s stoking his length in the Bath ready to give you another filling. “I mean no one else has fucked that glorious arsehole before, so it’s officially mine, I own it. No other bastard has fucked all your holes. Just me, just you assassin fuck buddy.” He lifts you up ready to place you on his lap.

“Only you Dave only you,” he slowly lowers you onto his penis as it effortlessly slides all the way into your arse. Your moan is deep & it’s stings but you feel invigorated. “Dave oooh Dave” he starts to bounce you in the tub.

“Stay sweetheart, let’s me keep thanking you,” he says as the water slashes as you start to get moving & into it & even enjoying it. “I promise you will never have a boring life looking after me & attending our needs”

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[miitarashi]

ok hear me out, I was just thinking about something-

the reader who usually dyes her hair red (or another color), so one day she asks Tintin to help her dye it. And so he does this, and after she washes her hair he helps her dry and brush it and--- it would be so cute <3 (fem or gn reader, you can choose)

don't feel pressured, you can write this whenever you want (if you want). It's just that I'm in my Tintin phase, and I love your writing. Don't forget to drink water :)

Owww this idea is so cute tho🥺

PLEASE STAY IN YOUR TINTIN PHASE WE NEED MORE PEOPLE ON THIS FANDOM (and yes i had just drank a whole cup of water thank you for the preocupation😘)

You love my writing??? Bro 😭 i love you dear unknow person,I LOVE U

Sooo,let's go to the main thing now shall we??

[Name] = reader (fem)

Warnings: none. Just some quality time with this precious boy (and sorry for any gramatical errors)

Prompt - hair day with Tintin's help.

You just finished your bath. On the way out of the bathroom,you see your reflexion on the mirror and soon noticed the state of your hair. It's been a long time since you dyed and the roots where growing pretty fast.

"Hm...guess it's time to dye again..." - you commented out loud for yourself.

After drying your hair,you started to get the things from your drawer that you keep there exactly for this occasion.

"[Name]? I'm home" - you hear Tintin's voice,along the sound of the door closing and a bark from Milu.

"Welcome! I'm on the bedroom" - as you put that same old shirt,already with some red hair dye marks,you warned,hearing his footsteps getting close.

"Can i come in?" - you quickly said yes,and he openned the door,as soon he sees the shirt,already knew what you were about to do.

"Hey,any good hints about this case for now?" - he let a little sigh.

"Unfortunaly,nothing conclusive. Seems like i'm walking in circles. Hair day?" - he ask sitting on the bed,watching you.

You nod mixing the bleach, determined to completely restore your hair color as it looked a bit faded. As you finished,putting the mirror in a good position,you was about to start the rather time-consuming process of bleaching and painting.

"[Name]?" - you hummed.

"Can i help you with it this time?"

You stopped,looking back at him a bit confused by the sudden request. By your face,he could know what you was probably thinking and get up from the bed walking over to you.

"I just thought it would be better with more hands to do the job. And well,if i learn how to do it properly,i can basically make the "hair day" a day that i can pamper you a bit. Sounds good,right?" - he finish with that little cute smile that you just can't resist making you sigh a bit and laugh.

"Another one? Don't you already pamper me enough Mr Tintin?" - you reply in a playful tone.

He giggle softly and kiss your forehead tenderly.

"A bit more is not so bad,and beside,look at it as a way to make up for the time i've been gone on my adventures. I want to spend as much time with my beautiful girl i can" - as he say it,his thumb caress your cheek lightly,one of his habits that you love with passion. Those light touches that pass what he's feeling in a humble way.

"Ok ok,you won....but you have to dye your hair with-"

"No."

"Damm- that was the most fast and convicted answer i've ever heard" - you laugh at his adamant reply.

Tintin roll his eyes,that small smile still there as he watch you giggle.

"Now now" - he hold your shoulders from behind looking at you by the mirror - "from where do we start?"

"First,put other clothes just in case. Those ones that you almost don't use anymore because the hair dye really stains and never get out. Since you're on my house..."

You get up from the chair,going for your closet and after a little while you found another shirt that you don't use much and it's a pretty large size that can probably fit him.

"Here,this one"

"Thank you,[Name]" - you just nod back as a response and goes back for your chair.

As he begin to remove his sweater,you was openly looking,what made him stop and look back at you.

"A little privacy,please?"

"Oh- of course" - and jokingly you put a hand to cover your eyes,leaving a wide openning that still give you full vision.

"...really?"

"Ok ok,sorry. It's hard to resist but i'll do my best!"

As you sit with your back facing him,you could hear a quiet chuckle.

"Sometimes,i really can't with you"

"I made you laugh then it was worth it!"

This time you was the one giggling as he gets closer again,already changed with your another old shirt.

"I can't deny that. Well,and now?"

"We do the sectioning. Separating in four parts and do the strand test to see if my hair can handle it without problems and just then, we start to discolor with the bleach"

"Sounds...toilsome" - you shrug and look up to him.

"And that's is just the first part"

"Oh Lord" - you couldn't contain the chuckle at his suprised response.

"Yeah,i know. Ready to start this time consuming thing?"

"Well,i was the one who asked,so let's get into it"

You take the bowl with the bleach and start teaching him how to do it,being a fast leaner make things easier for you and not too much later,after making the test and seen that your hair could handle it,you both really begin the work. He always tried his best to be careful,stopping at the slight sound or move of you,when he was detangling your hair mostly.

After bleaching your hair,letting you wash this time,he soon begin to apply the hair dye,concentrated to not mess up even when he already leaned how to do it. You could see through the mirror that focused face of his making you giggle by how seriously he end up taking care of it.

"Is there something funny?" - he ask taking another lock and putting the hair dye.

"Hm? Oh,nothing nothing,don't worry"

You play it off with a sweet smirk,seeing Tintin still looking at you through the mirror for a moment and smiling.

"And you,found something funny?"

As the table's turn,you end up asking the same question with a eyebrow rised and he shake his head lightly looking back at your hair.

"Just admiring" - he said simply,leaving you confused a bit.

"Admiring?"

"Your smile. I couldn't not look" - he say in that honest and soft tone making a little blush grow on your cheek as you rolled your eyes playfully making him chuckle this time.

"And...done" - he pass the rest of the paint on your hair covering with the hood.

"Thank you Tintin" - you get up and kiss his cheek.

As you begin to take things away,he take off the gloves and throw on the trash with the rest seeing the tip of his fingers a bit red by the paint.

"Guess i'll have to stay with it for a while" - he say looking down to his hands,getting your attention.

"Looks like you just killed someone" - you come over to him.

"And i can't even deny it" - he comment with a small shake of his head.

"Don't worry,i'll help you hide the body-"

"[Name],no"

"Oh come on- this is just a proof of how much i love you!" - you say following him out of the room.

"A morbid way indeed"

"...well yeah,but it's true..." - you hug him by his waist resting your chin on the chest looking up with almost puppy eyes.

"Guess i have to deal with it then?" - you nod happily and he give a little kiss on your nose making your smirk grow a bit.

"Feeling hungry?"

"Yeah...what about we buy something for dinner and eat while watching some movie or other thing?"

"hm,sounds good. What do you-"

"pizza!" - you cut his speak,excited since it's been a while that you didn't eat this.

"ok then,pizza will be"

He walked over the living room telephone ordering the pizza,you favorite flavor. When it arrived,both of you sited comfortable on the couch,you snuggling closer to his chest while a hand goes right for your waist to keep you near him. While watching a random movie,you two eat pizza until you look up at the clock, noticing that the hair dye had already make effect and you had to take it off.

"Time to take the hair dye off?" - he asked when you leave his cozy and warm embrance to get up receiving a nod from you.

When you was about to walk away,Tintin had get up from the couch too and begin to follow your steps towards the bathroom making you stop just to look back at him.

"why you following me..?"

"to take the hair dye off. I begin,so i have to finish,can i?" - you just shrug with a small smile at his demeanor.

And you two go to the bathroom next. He pulls out a chair for you to sit by the sink, allowing him to use the small shower in the bathroom to wash the dye out of your hair. When he was done, he was careful when untangling it so it didn't hurt too much, making a point of striking up a conversation every now and then or simply complimenting you to try and make your cute cheeks redden a little (which he did). After helping to moisturize your hair because of the fresh dyeing, as soon as you two left the bathroom he dried your hair and combed it one last time, arranging it the way you like it.

"and... that's it. We're done" - put the comb aside and walked away so you could look at yourself in the mirror.

"much better,the color is vivid again!" - you say happily seeing your hair restored to its former glory.

"beautiful as always" - he approached saying that before kissing her cheek and resting his hands on her shoulders.

"so,am i approved to help you next time?"

"hm...i guess so"

"you guess?" - his tone was almost sarcastic as he looked at you.

"relax, i'm just playing around" - you turned around, hugging him by the neck, which promptly rested his hands on your waist.

"of course you can"

"great,i'm more than thankful for it"

A soft smile grew on his face, planting a lingering kiss on her lips hugging her waist. When he pulled away, he kept the same smile, brushing a strand of your red hair behind your ear so he could have a full view of your face, caressing the cheek with his thumb, finishing with a forehead kiss.

"i love you [Name]" - in an almost whisper tone, just for you to hear, he said making you smile a little.

"I love you too Tintin"

Staring back into his caring blue eyes,you bend forward to return the kiss,pulling away with a sweet smirk.

"but next time you'll dye your hair with me!"

Seeing your determinated face,he laugh quietly before giving his answer,holding eye contact making you anxious for a positive response and then:

"[Name],no"

"oh come on-"

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A/N: finally i finished it! Dammit i hate my procrastination 😭. But here it is my dear unknow person! Thank you again for the request. And bro- i'm almost with 50 followers??? Like what in the great heavens- when i hit 50 i'll do a part 2 of the headcanons since i have much more of them,but i'll already thank you all for it,i wasn't really expecting this much of people liking my content lol. I love y'all! 😌♥️

#the adventures of tintin #tintin #tintin movie #tintin x reader #tintin 2011

[itsgeecheebitch]

Until Darkness Descends

CHAPTER: 32

RATING: Explicit

MAIN PAIR: Ardyn Izunia x Reader

SEC PAIR: Gladiolus Amicitia x Reader

         You squinted from the harsh light beaming down from the sky as you emerged from the cave. It was also hot, thawing the ice from your bones and making you forget about the past 24 hours you spent in icy darkness. 

         The rush of the waterfall was a welcoming sound and you watched as the sun skipped across the river. One by one, you and the boys climbed down the slippery rocks, their surfaces bleached white from the ferocious sun in the sky. Judging from its position in the heavens it had to be early morning. 

          Once you all reached the ground, Prompto stretched like a cat lounging in the heat of the day. An enthusiastic smile pulled his lips ear to ear. “Ah, the sun never felt so good!” He exclaimed. “I never wanna leave it again.”

           Gladiolus chuckled, his hand finding its place in yours. “Don't get too comfortable. We just may have to go back to another cave”

              “Hopefully not too soon.” Prompto said.

               “Honestly.” Noctis sighed. “I could kill for a bath.”

               “And food.” The blond sauntered over to Ignis. “By the way, Iggy, what’s for breakfast?”

           The man in question faltered for a moment, taken off guard. “Well, if a haven is nearby I could whip up some pancakes for everyone”.

                “Woohoo, Iggy, you're the best!”

            The boys carried on as they walked ahead of you and Gladiolus. You took the time to examine your current state, the shock of red that sullied your tattered attire. There was no way you could return to the city looking like this. You would surely give the people a scare with the amount of dried blood that covered you head to toe. 

                 “Ugh, I’m covered head to toe in blood.” You said as you pinched your white shirt. Flakes of red fell from your top as you released the garment. “Everyone is going to think I just survived a massacre.”

                  “There's a change of clothes in the trunk. I'll stand guard while you change.”

              A tortured groan snapped you out of your conversation. Noctis fell to his knees while gripping his head. Alarmed, you and the others rushed to his side. Just as quickly as his distress started, it ended. 

             Prompto laid a hand on his shoulder just as the prince opened his eyes. “Noct, are you okay, buddy?”

            He blinked a few times, his deep blue eyes clouded with confusion. “W-what did I…where was that?”

                    “What is it?” Gladiolus stepped forward.

                    “A hole in the ground…something burning. The meteor?”

                    “You saw the disk of Cauthess?” Ignis whispered in disbelief.

            He had a vision? As far as you knew the prince never had one before, and accompanied by a headache as well. Goosebumps blazed across your arms, it reminded you too much of your predicament. “What does this even mean?”

                     “I dunno, but it feels like I’m being called there.” He said.  

            But why the disk of cauthess? That’s when your mind went back to the black book you found. The black star, was it referring to the meteor? It wasn’t coincidental that Noctis would have a vision around the same time you discovered that story. The sight of the meteor was important somehow, you could feel it in your bones. You guys needed to go there however you could.

            Gladiolus seemed to read your mind since he said, “maybe we should take a closer look at this disk.” 

                    “Then look no further than the outlook. We could use the viewer thingies” Prompto suggested.

            Ignis sighed, “it's no substitute for being onsite, but it would be a start. Let's see what we can glean of Noct's condition once we arrive.”    

           You and your friends made your way back to the regalia. After changing clothes, you were back on the road. A rock song you’ve never heard before blasted through the speakers, competing with the boys’ conversation about pancakes. But your mind wasn’t on food at the moment, your belly was as dead as a salted lake. 

            Your mind kept going back to the book, the tales it conjured, and its possible connection to the disk. If the book was true, then ,what you believe was an illness, fell from the sky. What you couldn’t understand was why it was compared to sin? You’ve read the history books, you knew this land was ravaged by disease a thousand times before the meteor impact, but never were they ever viewed as an act of the gods, or the heavens. 

           That also leads you to your next question, the question about this Adagium. Was that the name of the illness? You shook your head. Adagium was used as a noun, meaning it’s an entity of some sorts, and it's somehow connected to the illness that came with the meteor. That also reminds you…

                     “Oh I almost forgot, I found something while I was separated from you guys.” Green glittery light poured from your hand as you conjured the book. All of your friends’ eyes were on it the moment it materialized in your hand.

                     “What is that?” Gladiolus’ voice punctured through the music bleeding from the speakers.

           Ignis lowered the volume as you spoke. “It’s a book I found.” You handed it to your boyfriend. You addressed the others while he flipped through the pages. “I found it in some hidden room in the cave. It looked like it had been abandoned so I doubt anyone's going to miss-”

                       “Wait!” Prompto’s panicked voice cut your monologue short. He turned fully in his seat, his aquatic eyes blazing with fearful excitement. “ You're telling me you took something from a creepy daemon infested tomb??! What if it's cursed?? You're not supposed to take anything from a tomb!”

                         “Technically the book didn't come from the tomb. It came from a room in a cave that happened to also hold a tomb, so I doubt we're going to get struck by lightning if we read it.” Gladiolus reasoned. 

                         “So what’s so interesting about it?” Noctis asked.

                         “It talked about this thing, referred to as the black star, that fell out of the sky. It changed people, the writer said it revealed people's sins on their skin, whatever that means, but I think it was an illness they mistaken for divine judgment.”

                         “Sounds pretty medieval.” Prompto said, brushing his blond hair away from his face.

          Just as you were about to say more, Gladiolus interjected. “This doesn't look like Lucian. Is this a foreign language?” He asked as he flipped to another readable block of text.

          Prompto’s bright eyes lit up with intrigue. “I didn’t know you understood multiple languages, Aera.”

                          “I don't, but I was able to read it somehow.”

          The car tires screeched as the care slammed to a halt. The rapid momentum change nearly flung you out of your seat. Ignis turned away from the road, his eyes narrowed on the book in Gladiolus’ hands. “Allow me to have a look at it.” He flipped through the pages the moment the book was placed in his hands. For a moment the only sound filling the silence was the whisper of pages being flipped and the low tune humming through the speakers.

          After a few minutes, he turned to you again with an inquisitive glint in his eyes. “This is Proto-Lucian, a dead language dating back 2,000 years. This dialect has not been used for a millenia so how were you able to read it?”

          The air shifted and all eyes were on you again. You don’t know why the revelation slapped you into a stupor. You had a feeling the book was old, it was written as though the writer lived through the events as they were unfolding. But to hear Ignis say it felt like he dropped a massive pile of questions on your lap, ones you didn’t think to sort through before. 

           It did alarm you for a moment that you were able to understand a language you’ve never encountered before, or did you? Questions unfurled like a rose in bloom in your head. You had no answers to any of them. 

            With nothing else to say, you shrugged your shoulders. An air of foreboding wrapped around you as you said, “I don’t know…”

#fanfiction #fanfic #a03 fanfic #ardyn lucis caelum #ffxv ardyn #ardyn izunia #final fantasy xv #ardyn izunia x reader #ardyn x reader #final fantasy x reader #final fantasy series #ffxv fanfic #gladiolus amiticia #gladiolus x reader #gladiolus amicitia #ffxv gladiolus #ff15 #ffxv #noctis lucis caelum #prompto #ffxv prompto #ffxv ignis

[20dollarlolita]

My hair is about to feel like cinnamon toast crunch and it's strayberry leopard's fault.

For you new to the game, Strawberry Leopard is a new semi-perm dye that the folks at Sally Beauty seem to be rewarded for pushing very heavily.

It's also the single worst dye experience that I, a person who has been using semi-permanent hair dye since 2013, have ever experienced. History here. And by "since 2013", I mean that there has not been a period of time between June 2013 and the present date where my hair has not been dyed with semi-permanent dye.

Anyway, since I've still been experiencing Forensic Files levels of red bleed-out from my awful experience, today we're getting the excess dye out.

Now, when you see "semi-permanent" on the dye, you think that'd be easy to get out, right? When you compare that to "permanent" dye, right?

Well, the thing about permanence levels of dye is that the names are kind of misleading. The permanence rating isn't about how many washes the color stays for, and is more a descriptor of how the pigment gets put into the hair. Permanent dye is a pigment that is mixed with an oxidizer, which causes the hair to let go of the pigment in it, and then replaces it with the pigment in the dye (this is a MAJOR oversimplification but what you need to know is that permanent dye=oxidizer and dye together). Semi-permanent dye has no oxidizer in it, and it just is pigment that sits in the hair. This is why people bleach their hair before using semi-perm color: the bleach has the oxidizer that removes the color from the hair, and leaves the hair open to accept the new color pigments from the semi-perm hair color that is added in a separate process immediately after. This is why bleaching your hair to platinum blonde and then putting semi-perm dye on it will last longer than someone with naturally platinum blonde putting the same color on it. The hair sheath is open after bleaching and allows the color in. However, they're done in two processes, and the hair color mostly stays by there being a lot of the pigment and it being very bright, and the color just sort of tangles itself into the hair cuticle any way you want it to.

Anyway, what this means from a practical viewpoint on my head right now is that permanent dye can be removed by re-opening the hair sheath, which allows the color to become unbonded to the hair and wash out. Removing permanent dye is like getting your dog to go outside: you open the door and ask the dog to go outside, and the dog goes outside. Semi-perm color is just kind of tangled in your hair and stays in there through sheer numbers of pigment particles, and getting the pigment out is like getting a bird in your house to go outside: you can do a lot of chasing but you're going to be really damn tired and the bird is going to be scared and you leave the door open for hours and when the bird comes out it feels like a total fluke but you just accept it as the result you want.

So, you might be saying, since my problem with this Strawberry Leopard dye from the start is the sheer amount of pigment that comes out of my hair whenever it gets wet, right? So getting it wet should just get the dye out, right? Sadly, no. Strength in numbers means that this simultaneously is washing out like mad and persistently staying in my hair. I'm lovin' it.

So, you can't just open the cuticle and say, "Bitch, leave," to this, so what do we do? Well, do you know why you can't mix your bright hair colors in with the bleach and do it in one go? You can try, but you'll see that the colors actually disappear when you mix it. The bleach will make the bright colors bleach out before they can get on your hair. So, if we want the pigment to stop, how about we get a process that opens the hair cuticle as much as it can, plus one that oxidizes the hair color itself to be a lighter color? Easy, right?

Enter bleach bath. Bleach is annoying to put on your head and it only bleaches the exact spot it's touching. This is usually good, because it's what lets balyage and highlights and things work. However, if we're willing to sacrifice some of its power for ease-of-application, which BOY HOWDY am I, we can make a weak bleach solution that's easy to apply evenly to the entire head. Bleach, oxidizer, and then add shampoo, apply it to wet hair, and bam, you've put weak bleach all over your head. Now you have to wait longer for it to work, which means you have more control over how it processes. Everything about this is great, right?

Enter cinnamon toast crunch. Fun fact, when I was a kid there was also French Toast Crunch as a cereal and it was shaped like tiny breads. RIP French Toast Crunch. ANYWAY, the good news is bleach bath successfully removes semi-perm dye by opening the hair up as much as possible so that the dye can escape and tackling any of the dye that doesn't move to turn it colorless. The bad news is that RIP any moisture in your hair.

So, there we go, I wrote this all while my hair is processing, so I'm going to go wash it and we can all appreciate the pain I had to go to to remove the pink Strawberry Leopard from my hair just so I can put pink Manic Panic on my hair and NOT live with the crazy Strawberry Leopard bleed out. Do not buy Strawberry Leopard semi-perm dye.

Please note that bleach bathing is usually not needed when you're switching between brands of semi-perm dye, unless you're going from a dark or intense shade into a pastel and have to remove dye that is too dark. This is pain I'm experiencing exclusively due to this dye deciding to be the single worst thing I've ever gotten in my hair and I am counting bird shit AND gum. I'll keep y'all posted as this dye process progresses.

#strawberry leopard #pink is unhappy #not lolita

[asknarashikari]

Sakura: How did you two started anyways?

Tamaki: It's...

Hikaru: Well... it didn't really take off after I kicked that director's ass.

Tamaki: It was the "Will they, won't they" kind of situation.

Hikaru: Yeah... like that.

Hana: And... how did it hit sky-high??

Tamaki: It all happened so fast... I can barely remember how it happened. But I do remember seeing-

Hikaru: It was my raging hormones kicking in, and we were alone in Karizaki's old house...

Tamaki: Now I remember... You hug me first, then pinned me to the wall and slowly crept his way in pants. But I was suddenly stunned and shocked but... they way he was touching me. *shivers in horny* It was... whatever the feeling was... I'm just had to take off my Weekend uniform.

Hikaru: Bang bang... Bow chika wow wow... We both lost our virginity. More so Tamaki.

Tamaki: Oh yes, daddy! I also at the time didn't know he had a big one. 😏 If you catch the drift. It went-

Lovekov: *menacingly* Keep it family friendly, Tamaki.

Hikaru: Alright... no need for further information... Lets get back to work.

Everyone's reaction to hearing this?

Ikki: running off to dunk his head into the bath hoping it works like brain bleach (it does not)

Vice: runs after Ikki to stop him from drowning himself in an attempt to use the baths as brain bleach

Daiji: stares blankly into wall wondering why this is his life and what he did to deserve receiving that info

Kagerou: laughs maniacally at Daiji's plight until he remembers that he and Daiji share a brain and now that image is in his brain too :P

Hiromi: sends out an email the next day reminding everyone of the policy to not talk about such affairs while at work

Sakura: KOs both Hikaru and Go for the TMI and helps Lovekov throw them in horny jail (separate cells)

Hana: breaks into Hikaru's cell while unconscious, pins a photo of him to the wall with a knife at his neck, showing him what she would do if he breaks Go's heart :)))

George: brings it up every chance he gets to traumatize everyone

#kamen rider revice #ushijima hikaru #tamaki go #hikago #ask #i-am-randomtrash00

[thevillagequeer]

To Be Loved as Much as You Love is a Gift

Klaus is forced to leave Vietnam early when the Handler tracks him down. Dave is left alone, but alive.

"I see you've found yourself a wartime sweetheart. Soldiers often do cling to each other when cast out on the front lines. You always thought you'd be more of the girl waiting back home, though, didn't you? Out of the fighting? The slaughter? The death? It's why you offered yourself up as the lookout, right?" 

Klaus stood frozen by the wash bucket. He'd lost at poker, so he got dish duty.  The rest of the guys were outside by the fire.  Someone had been singing softly, but now it sounded like Stokes was telling a story.  His voice was incredibly distinct, sort of like the fire, in that way.  Roaring and hot when they were fighting, vibrant and warm when he was recalling an exploit from his time growing up in Michigan.  

This voice was like ice.  No.  This voice was the living embodiment of the hull of the Titanic when it hit the iceberg.  Jagged steel, freezing water.  Sharp, deadly.  

Klaus dunked the soup pot back into the water and began scrubbing viciously at the remnants of hot dogs and beans that really only needed a rinse.  He thought if he didn't turn around the voice would just be a hallucination.  He'd even take a ghost.  

"You can hear me, can't you?" Heels clicked over the packed dirt floor.  "That's your whole problem, isn't it? Hearing things?" A chuckle.  Klaus finally looked up and was met with a shade of lipstick likely named Hot Stuff or CEO, hair perfectly bleached blonde to the point where it was classy, and the smile of someone who had entirely done this before and now put on the song and dance not to come out victorious, but to rub that fact right in his face.  

Klaus continued to ignore her, like she was Dead, and slammed the pot hard back into the water, sending soap and soot and ketchup flying.  Lipstick retrieved a handkerchief from her purse and delicately wiped a fleck of bean residue from her cheek, ignoring the luncheon remains Klaus had sent onto her skirt.  

"Number Four," She said evenly, like she was his mother and he'd been a nuisance at the supermarket. "You need to return to your correct place in the timeline.  We've given you ample time to do so on your own, but, for whatever reason, you've chosen to stay in an active war zone and play Mystery Date. You do know gay sex is legal in 2019, right? I'm sure you'd have no trouble finding yourself a good mate there too. Someone who was born after the moon landing, even."

Klaus shushed the still nameless woman and tore a look over his shoulder at the loosely tied flaps of the tent.  

"You know, I once ignored an opera singer who was killed by her own corset for eleven hours without acknowledging her.  She sang through La Boheme, Tosca and Rigoletto before she moved onto a word-for-word recitation of the Bible in elongated syllables. I've tuned out filibusters from politicians with bullets in the head and even my brother when he begged me to help him finish the book he started before he died." 

Ben made a face. "I didn't beg, and you asked if I wanted to."

Klaus shot him a glare--Klaus needed to sound tough. He had no clue who this person was, but she'd mentioned things no one out of the Academy would ever have known. "So you and your sexy Mary Poppins shitck ain't got nothing on me."

He started washing the dinner plates and silverware. The water was cold now, and Klaus was pissed.  The only good thing about dish duty was the elbow deep bath.  He was always so cold, and now, fuzzy blankets hadn't even been invented yet.  He had Dave though.  Dave made up for everything tenfold.  

"Oh, I know, sweetie. You've never cared if you lived or died before. Trying to convince you your mortality has any worth would be like talking to a brick wall!" She clicked her way over to Klaus' shoulder and whispered in his ear. He could feel her breath curl over his cheek, cursing him.

"It's your boyfriend I'm worried about." 

-

Dave didn’t notice that anything was wrong until after dinner. They all assumed that Klaus was taking his time with the dishes- maybe smoking a joint, it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary. He was enjoying listening to Stokes regale them with a time that he’d been chased out of a church by a priest after stealing away one of the choir girls for some roller skating (while she was meant to be at practice). It wasn’t until he went got back to the tent that he realized something was wrong.

Klaus wasn’t there. The washbucket was, and there had obviously been a disturbance (based on his clothes tossed out from under the cot, things strewn around). An animal attack? Emergency? Either way, Dave had a nasty feeling. He couldn’t panic yet, though. There were still places to check. The latrine (a hole in the ground roughly a hundred yards away), the water hose, the river (why would he be at the river?). Then he could panic.

But no matter how hard he looked, he couldn’t find Klaus. Once the others realized he was missing, they helped look too. But...Klaus was gone. Dave felt numb. Klaus wouldn’t have gone AWOL, but he was gone. Everything left behind except one thing..the suitcase he’d arrived with. Klaus had never showed him what was in the suitcase. What...what had it been? Dave knew it had to be something to do with why he left.  It wasn’t until later that night that he cracked open his favorite book (comfort reading) that he saw Klaus’ note. Don’t worry. I love you. I’m sorry. Dave’s heart sank. Finally, the tears fell. He couldn’t hold it in anymore. The fear, the stress of not knowing what had happened. Now it didn’t matter. This was proof. There was no accident. Klaus was gone, on purpose. None of the men bothered him that night. Dave knew...knew it was shameful to be so upset, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

1/?

written in collaboration with @ebloom99

#klaus hargreeves #dave katz #the umbrella academy

[beansplusgravy]

I hate how the waiting list for trans healthcare is 6 fucking years. I didn't feel like I could survive when it was 3, now look at the state of it. I've thought about so many things, but I've never been brave enough to do any of it due to the potential outcome. If I fail, I feel useless and then everyone around me would know. I'm an overthinker, I need to think of every detail. And if I say my goodbyes to people over messages before I attempt anything and then end up staying alive, that would be truly embarrassing. I don't want them to worry and sometimes I feel like it would be best to do it without saying anything to them. The thought of me actually succeeding fills me with guilt. I'm not really connected with any of my family members, my step dad has literally told me he wouldn't be sad if I died, but a part of me just doesn't have the heart to put someone through such a thing.

I've thought about hurting myself again, but nothing ever feels enough for me to actually be seen. I punch myself, hold onto burning cups until I couldn't anymore, dug my nails into my skin, starved myself, but my parents seem to brush it off all the time. It makes me feel like what I'm doing isn't anything important and that hurts. It makes me feel like no matter what I do, nothing will be enough to take a moment out of their day to comfort me. I've thought about cutting my chest, burning it with a lighter or even pouring bleach onto it, anything so I can get top surgery. I've thought about damaging my genitalia. I cant stand it, I hate using the bathroom and I hate showers and baths. I don't want to look after myself anymore because I just can't stand to look at myself. But the thing is, my parents, more specifically my mum, has hammered it into me whenever I dared brought up being trans that I will forever regret getting bottom surgery and that it is the worst thing anyone can do and everyone who's ever gotten it hates themselves for it. My step dad doesn't believe top surgery is necessary for me and that I don't need it and i fucking hate him. My body doesn't even feel like my own anymore, I don't want to show my face ever and I don't want to show my voice. I hate my face, I hate everything about me. My stepdad has told me countless of times that he doesn't see me as a boy and that nothing about me is masculine and that just fucking hurts and I want to die. I cant even speak to them about how I feel because all they do is joke about my planned attempts or just fucking leave. I'm convinced that I won't be able to live a happy life until I'm on testosterone and have top surgery, but that probably won't even happen until I'm like 25 so there's no point in even living. How am I supposed to do anything that everyone else does like have relationships and stuff when everyone hates me and thinks I'm disgusting just for being born in the wrong body.

I dont want to seem selfish, my dysphoria isn't even that bad and a part of me doesn't want to take up a slot when some other trans person could have it who is a million times worser then me. Especially since where I am in the UK they aren't even taking any new people on until late 2024.

Suicide seems inevitable at this point and it's only a matter of time until I actually get the balls to do it

[lynburnlegagy123]

I feel like, for me at least, the hardest part of writing is getting the balance of tones right. Like, dialogue is hard, and writing action is hard because it often gets into a pattern of "this then this then this then this and bam! This then this then this" but tone is the kicker.

While I do write original fiction as well as fanfiction, I am going to use an example from my fanfiction here because original fiction I write goes under my actual name and under no circumstances do I want people to be able to connect this blog and off-Tumblr-me. I've reblogged piracy instructions, as well as saying some personal stuff that I was only ok with saying to strangers because no names were involved or could be applied. Also using fanfiction because this is the fandom website, and because it means you already know the characterisation the POV character is supposed to have.

Anyway, the most current opening to my Star Wars fanfic "Until the Emperor Comes" goes like this:

"Unless some very specific things were done to prevent it, blood stains stuck. They faded over time, bleached out of cloth or walls with enough wear under the suns, but they stuck around first. Stayed in place for long enough that their spots could be seen long after they were gone. The explosion of the Death Star hung in space in front of Luke, a glowing green blood splatter staining a pane of glass between him and the galaxy. It had faded a bit, along with the adrenaline, and he could see through them both, but the awards ceremony was bathed in green.

Han’s clothes didn’t fit right on his body, in a way that felt different to how normal hand-me-downs didn’t fit right, or how the Stormtrooper clothes hadn’t fit right. Second hand clothes were a bit too big because they were being stretched over as many people as they could fit. The clothes were wearable, and he needed to wear something, so if it wasn’t perfect he could turn up the hems. The Stormtrooper uniform was stolen, and he’d done it on purpose. It wasn’t his, and it didn’t have to fit, it just had to fool a glance and stop him being shot. But Han had lent Luke his clothes so he could go get a medal for firing a shot, and the ways it didn’t fit made ‘kid’ feel like a much more accurate descriptor. Like he was acting the part of a hero to the revolution, and he couldn’t explain how he wasn’t in a way even he could understand.

Luke’s father’s lightsaber was a novel weight at his hip, and he’d probably never really know how to use it now.

There were more people in the ceremony hall than Luke thought he’d ever seen all standing still in his entire life. Like cut-outs of people, not quite real or distinct. A shallow canyon made of neat, staring flesh.

They were there because there had been such a thing as the Death Star, and it had been used to destroy a world, and it could have been used to kill them, and now it was shards of debris and would never hurt anyone again. And some holidays had pantomimes, where the local kids would dress up in costumes and act out some larger-than-life role, so that the role was filled and everyone got to get whatever they were going to get out of the story. This was like that. Luke was playing The Hero, he was wearing a costume, and he was going to play his part until it was done, so that the story of the Death Star could be without loose ends.

He set his shoulders, blinked the green from his eyes, and shot Han a grin."

And I quite like most of that. I like the way the writing flows, I like my metaphors and similes, I like the way I wove Tatooine stuff into Luke's viewpoint in both obvious and subtle ways. Certainly, there are flaws there, but there always are and a bit of polishing would minimise a lot of them. But the tone's wrong.

It's an AU that gradually diverges from canon, and in that scene the point of divergence has already happened, but the consequences of it haven't hit yet. So this version of the medal ceremony has to be consistent with the one at the end of A New Hope. And it isn't, really. But more than that, I want to kinda slowly lead into Luke having some Emotions about everything that had happened over the preceding few days, where you can see he will from the start, but there's enough of a gradual slide into that that it doesn't just feel like "ah, this fic is an angsty fic, at all times and unceasingly", because it really isn't supposed to be.

And this just feels like he's already having said Emotions, just barely pushing them aside for the sake of the ceremony, which doesn't match the canon scene's grins or the tone I'm going for at this point of the story. Meanwhile in some previous drafts Luke seems totally fine even when the audience is looking straight into his head right up until I give him a full-on panic attack, which doesn't feel true-to-life, is quite whiplashy, and made the transition into the next scene so difficult to work out that I abandoned the story for weeks and only came back to write the start all over again.

I want to start out with a happy, hopeful scene that has some shadows in it that start to grow over the scenes after it, until eventually I can explore some stuff and it feels natural. But getting the tones of "this is a positive scene" and "a whole lot of bad stuff happened recently, and Luke's going to have to deal with that in a bit" to balance properly is really, really hard. And it's like that in everything I write, this is just the thing I've been working on most recently and where my frustration about it spurred me to write this post.

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Hello cookie, congratulations on 700! For the event, can I plz ask for domestic headcanons for the bleach captains? If not that's ok! Thank you!

Of course! Enjoy!

Shunsui Kyouraku

Shunsui is at the age where he no longer plays around in a relationship. He's in it until the end, or not at all. He insists on open an honest communication and on being able to talk differences out like adults instead of screaming at each other like two stubborn teenagers.

He will do pretty much anything you ask him to do in the house. Captain or not, you shouldn't be the only one keeping your house clean and organized.

Waking up with a bad mood when living together with Shunsui is impossible. He prefers to have you in his arms when going to sleep, and he will hold on to you throughout the night. When he wakes up, he'll stay as still as possible until you wake up. Then it's time for morning kisses and cuddles.

Shunsui enjoys stargazing with you in the garden, accompanied by a nice bottle of sake and some snacks. He'll have his arms around you, or even have you sitting on his lap if you're comfortable with that, just so he can comfortably hug you and still watch the stars.

Juushiro Ukitake

Due to his illness, Juushiro can't do all that much in the house on bad days. On good days though, he likes to take the opportunity to cook for you. He enjoys is and is very good at making typical home-food. Nothing fancy or exotic, but the kind of things that are nutritious and make you feel happy.

Juushiro enjoys being near you more than anything. It doesn't matter if you two are doing different things in the same room, as long as you are near him and sometimes look up to smile at him, he will be happy. This is why he insists on getting a house with an open kitchen.

He also likes to decorate the house with lots of potted plants. Flowers to brighten up the room, some herbs for in the kitchen to cook with, and some bonsai trees for him to occupy himself with on days when he can't leave his bed.

He really enjoys you combing his hair, and if possible, he will gladly return the favour. Ideally, he'll sit in front of a big mirror when you do so, so he can look you in the eyes though the mirror as he talks to you. You can style his hair pretty much anyway you want.

Bakuya Kuchiki

Byakuya does what he can to be a good boyfriend/husband, but he is and will always be a noble. Things like housework is done by the servants, not by him. This counts for you too, of course. You won't need to lift a finger. He won't really understand if you want to do certain things in the house anyway (be it for the sake of control or just because you like something), but he'll let you.

Well-taught as he is, Byakuya wouldn’t be able to cook a meal if his life depended on it. He never learned how to cook, and he has no intention of learning it either.

Despite his busy schedule, he tries to have dinner with you every night. It’s not always possible, and sometimes when it is he has to go back to finish work afterwards, but he wants to make some time for you every day.

He will often get you little gifts. Flowers, chocolates, jewellery… Sometimes because he saw them and thought of you, sometimes just because he wanted to spoil you a little. Whenever he has something to apologise for, like for example not being able to make it to dinner with you, he gets you something as well.

Unohana, Shinji, Yoruichi, Urahara, Toshiro, Soi-Fohn and Kenpachi below the cut!

Retsu Unohana

Retsu's house is full of plants, and it wouldn't be complete without a garden as well. Most plants that she grows have some kind of medicinal properties, or can be used to make a nice, calming cup of tea. Teatime is a must, and if the weather allows it, she prefers to have it in her garden.

The plants are pretty much the only bright colours in the house. Aside from those, everything is in soft colours so the plants really pop out. There's also very little dark colours in the house, she prefers everything to be light. Big windows/windows that cover a complete wall are a must.

Retsu insists on no shoes in the house. They are left at the door and changed for indoor slippers or socks. No. Dirty. Shoes. In. The. House.

Marriage is no big deal for Retsu. If you want to get married, she'll be on board, but if you don't want to, she's just as fine with that as well. She appreciates the symbolism but at the end of the day, that's all marriage is. She doesn't need a piece of paper to tell people that she loves you and that she wants to spend the rest of her life with you.

Shinji Hirako

Shinji loves teasing you and once you live in the same house, that just gets worse. His terribly cheesy sense of humor is also still a daily occurrence. Yes, even when you're in a bad mood. Especially when you're in a bad mood.

Shinji is very lazy when it comes to his household. He'll make sure it's clean enough to not get sick from living in his own trash and dirt, but he'll push his chores off a lot and he'll leave his stuff lying around throughout the house. If you're a person who likes a clean and/or tidy house, you'll either have to kick his ass or clean up after him.

Surprise kisses. They happen a lot in general, just when he feels like it, but especially when you're in a video chat. He thinks it's hilarious to have your friends/family/co-workers think you have a perfect and loving boyfriend/husband, while he's actually a cheeky little bastard.

He leaves little notes throughout the house when he leaves. Some are sweet, some are jokes. He'll put them in the fridge, on the toilet, inside the shower, on his pillow,… anywhere he knows you'll come.

Yoruichi Shihoin

There is one night of the week dedicated to movie night and takeout. Both the eating and watching the movie will be done in bed. No, this is not up for debate. Lazy movie nights in bed are a must.

Be prepared for this woman wearing little to no clothes when she's home. She doesn't give a damn if people see her naked or not, and you're living together anyway, who cares if she's naked? Clothes are for going outside and for when visitors come over.

She loves taking baths or showers together as well, and not (necessarily) in a suggestive way. It's just a nice way to relax together, ‘and it saves water, right? *wink wink*’

She's actually a pretty good cook, at least when it comes to comfort food. When either of you are in a bad mood she'll step into the kitchen and make some of the best comfort food you've ever had. Which will then, of course, be eaten on the couch or in bed, in front of the tv, with a comfort movie.

Her favourite movies are comedies and romcoms. Anything that'll give her a good laugh is fine.

Kisuke Urahara

Another very laid-back person to live with. There is no rush at all when living with this man, with anything. He's the type of person to be at least a little late to every party or meeting because he just wanted to take his time and get ready in a relaxed way.

Don't let him take care of plants. He is the worst plant dad and they will die. Only cacti survive, and even those will struggle to do so.

Kisuke moves around in his sleep a lot and will steal the covers. A good way to remedy this is to use his chest as a pillow, he'll barely move at all then. Does the pressure on his chest really keep him still, or did he move around a lot on purpose as an excuse to get to you cuddle up to him at night? You will never know.

This man is very clingy. It doesn't matter what you're doing, he wants to have his arms around you. You're cooking? His arms are around your waist. You're trying to clean up? Good luck. His favourite moment is when you're both watching tv though. He'll pull you as close to possible to cuddle up on the couch.

Toshiro Hitsugaya

Toshiro has the windows open all-year round in his bedroom. Even when it is freezing outside, he'll want to open the windows for some fresh air as he sleeps, so he doesn't wake up in that stuffy sleep air that gets stuck in bedrooms. This does give a great excuse for cuddling while sleeping though.

He'll get you flowers every week, on the same day. It's a habit, one he doesn't want to miss. It's his way of reminding you that he cares, even though he's usually very busy with his work as a captain.

He'll agree a schedule with you to do chores in the house, just to make sure it all gets done and nothing gets forgotten. Of course, he helps in the house as well.

If you're not a fighter, Toshiro will want a dog in the house to protect you. Toshiro is very good at training dogs, as he is already used to being a leader and giving orders, and this dog will be the sweetest thing until either you or him give it the command to attack. He really counts on the dog to protect you when he cannot.

Soi-Fohn

Soi-Fohn will decorate her home in a minimalistic way. The colours don't jump out at you and there is just enough decoration to make it feel homely without having trinkets and pictures all over the place. Her home basically radiates calm and is so clean you'd almost wonder if she cleaned every day.

She sleeps with a lot of blankets. During the night she will want to say warm and she'll get closer to any source of warmth, which usually is you.

You need but say the word and Soi-Fohn will help you out with whatever she can in the house. Grocery shopping, the dishes, the laundry,… you name it. She will also start doing things without saying it if she notices you are a little overwhelmed.

She REALLY wants a cat. She loves the little creatures and has always wanted one of her own, but due to her often being away from home for extended periods of time, she never got one. If you've got a job that allows you to go home every day, she'll definitely bring it up.

Of het days off, she likes to cook something for you. She's actually a pretty good cook, though she rarely has the time to prepare something special for you.

Kenpachi Zaraki

Kenpachi is oddly clingy when you're home. He loves you, so he wants to be around you. Preferably have an arm around you. He's not shy about admitting it either. Why should he be? He wants to hold you. He's your boyfriend/husband. It's only normal.

He is the easiest guy ever to cook for. As long as you have made it, Kenpachi will eat about anything. Doesn't matter if you burnt it a little, doesn't matter if it's something he usually doesn't like. If you made it, he will eat it.

His favourite food is BBQ though, and when you eat BBQ he's the one making it. It's about the only thing he can cook, but that meat is prepared perfectly. He'll wear an apron will some stupid BBQ-related pun on it whenever he's doing so.

Kenpachi needs a dog in the house to play with, to get rid of that excess energy of his. It's likely a breed that's generally seen as dangerous, like a Pitbull. The dog is the absolute sweetest thing though, wouldn't harm a fly, and it loves playing fetch.

Kenpachi lets his dog sleep on his bed, which will cause some funny moments while trying to cuddle because the dog wants in on the affection too.

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