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buckybabesonly · 1 year

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Mockingbird

Summary: Bucky tells you he doesn’t need you, except he can’t live without you.

Pairing: Bucky x Doctor!Female!reader

Genre: Slight angst

Warnings: I’m not a medical expert, mentions of character injury, Bucky self-wallowing

Word count: 2.8k

Knowing that Bucky was constantly amid danger was the bane of your existence. You could plead him to be careful, always remind him to take care of himself, but you knew your words could do little to protect him from harm.

He was a soldier first and would always do the right thing on the field, no matter how dangerous. He would attack those against him and protect those beside him, even if it meant that his safety was on the line.

It was one of the sources of your arguments, and you hated it.

In the beginning, you thought you would be able to take it. After all, he had been doing this long before he met you. When you first got together, he had made sure you knew exactly what you were getting into.

Your love for Bucky had been stronger than anything, and you knew you had to at least try, no matter how unconventional the relationship.

So, over a year later, even though you couldn’t have frequent dates like a ‘normal’ couple, and sometimes Bucky crawled into your bed looking bruised and battered, and you had found yourself in the crosshairs of Bucky’s enemies one too many times, you thought you had finally found happiness.

Bucky worried about you too. Being his girlfriend meant that he had a weakness to be exploited, and the fear grew over time after the first attack on your life just four months into your relationship. It had been a close call, but after that incident you moved into the Tower which had much safer security measures than your downtown apartment. It was probably more convenient to live literally where you worked, anyway.

The unexpected turning point, however, was seeing Bucky being wheeled into the medical wing on a gurney, unconscious with blood painting every exposed inch of his face. You were paralysed with fear, unable to even speak as you were ushered out of the room, dressed in your scrubs but far too incapable of being the one to tend to him.

He had made a full recovery, but this did little to ease your anxiety. A week after he’d been discharged, your fights began again.

“We’ve had this conversation before,” Bucky said tersely, doing little to hide his frustration as you paced your room.

“And we’re having it again,” you said through gritted teeth. “Bucky, do you know how scared I was when I saw you? I literally couldn’t move – Steve had to basically carry me out of there. That’s never happened to me before. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think – I froze.”

Bucky’s face softened, knowing how terrified you were.

“That can’t happen again,” you continued, anger bubbling in your voice.

“What do you mean?” He dragged a hand across his face, looking exhausted.

“You almost died, Bucky.”

He scoffed. “They’ll have to try a lot harder to get rid of me.”

“Stop it!” You exclaimed loudly, turning on him, livid. “I know you always joke about things like that, but it’s not funny.”

“What do you want me to do?” It was a genuine question, and you were hyperaware of how tired Bucky looked in this moment. You felt guilty for adding to his existing stress, but you weren’t sure how you were going to cope anymore.

“Can you just – I don’t know, take a break?” You knew the words coming out of your mouth were silly, but you just wanted Bucky to stop. Stop getting hurt, stop getting injured, stop risking his life and risk taking himself away from you permanently.

“This is all I know,” Bucky said firmly. “You know that this is what I have to do.”

“Do you? Do you have to do it?” You challenged. Vaguely, in the back of your mind, you knew you were being unfair but your stubbornness meant you had to stick to your guns.

“What do you expect? You want me to take a part-time job in a grocery store, instead?”

You didn’t take kindly to his snarky tone, bristling.

“I’m expecting you to take this relationship seriously.”

“What part of me doing my job means I don’t take this relationship seriously?” He shot back, looking irate.

“You’re supposed to take my needs into consideration, too. Nowadays, every time you leave, I think it might be the last time I see you.” Your voice cracked on the final word, and Bucky could see you crumbling as your eyes stung.

He quickly approached you, pulling you into a comforting hug as you sobbed into his chest. He was the only person you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with, and he had seen you cry more often than he’d like to.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry. You’re breaking my heart,” he murmured, pressing his lips into your hair.

“I don’t want to lose you,” you said, knowing he didn’t quite understand the extent of your fear, try as he may.

The argument ended with kisses melting into your skin and reassuring words in your ear, and you allowed him to comfort you, though you knew it was only temporary.

Anger was blinding Bucky’s better judgement.

It was Sam’s turn to be wheeled into the medical wing, but this time, it didn’t look like he would be as lucky. He was still human, after all, and it looked like HYDRA had managed to do a number on the Falcon.

Sam had to undergo emergency surgery as Bucky stalked up and down the waiting room. He was muttering under his breath, Sam’s blood still slick on his hands.

You rushed to the medical wing as soon as you heard, knowing that Sam was in the safe hands of your colleagues and that your boyfriend needed you. However, he barely acknowledged your presence when you burst through the doors, panic written on your face.

Bucky was torturing himself mentally. Replaying the events a couple of hours ago over and over in his head, watching as Sam crashed onto the concrete ground, wings smashed into smithereens and his body unresponsive, as the assailants got away. They hadn’t been outnumbered, but were taken by surprise at HYDRA’s unusually advanced tech. They had equipment that Bucky and Sam had not been prepared for and, unfortunately, struggled to combat.

Bucky had managed to get out unscathed bar a few scratches and bruises, but Sam was in much worse shape. Perhaps the worst Bucky had ever seen him.

He hated himself.

They were partners, and he had failed him.

“Bucky, are you alright?” You had been repeating that same question over and over again, but Bucky barely seemed to hear you. “I’ve looked at the team’s initial assessment - Sam should be okay.”

Okay? How could anything be fucking okay when HYDRA was still a threat to Bucky, to you, to everyone that he cared about? He was seething with anger, feeling hopelessness and rage consume him.

“I need to get out of here,” he grunted finally, shrugging you off and walking towards the doors. You recognised this response - he was shutting down, shutting you out, wanting to internalise his rage.

You gaped at him, pulling on his arm. “You’re not going anywhere. Can you please talk to me?” You knew what had happened had shaken him up, and you were determined not to let him wallow by himself.

“I know where their nest is,” Bucky spat, speaking to himself more than to you. “I can get them.”

You stared at him, shaking your head in disbelief. “Are you serious? You can’t go in there by yourself.”

“Sam got hurt because we were too fucking scared to go straight for the target,” Bucky practically snarled. “We thought we could play a strategy, work bottom up. But fuck that, they almost killed us out there, and I’m fucking done.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” you said harshly, knowing that Bucky wasn’t thinking straight. “You’re going to go in there, guns blazing and get outnumbered and beat? Again?”

“I can get the backup,” Bucky grunted.

“You’re putting yourself and everyone else’s lives in danger,” you said sternly. “Stop it and use your brain for one second, James.” You were secretly terrified, knowing that nothing could stop Bucky once he had his mind set on something. What would you do if he went in there alone and unprepared? What would you do if he got injured like Sam?

Bucky glared at you, and you almost recoiled at the sight, but stood your ground. “You know I’m right. You are being stupid and reckless.” You kept your voice steady, staring him down.

He marched up to you, pointing to the room where Sam was currently being operated in. You flinched at how furiously his boots pounded against the ground.

“Sam could die because of me.”

“It’s not your fault,” you said, exasperated. “You need a plan of attack. I know you’re angry right now, but you need to be calm.”

You watched as he turned away from you and suddenly lashed out, punching a sizeable dent in the wall, making you jump.

“You don’t know shit.”

You grimaced, hating the way he was speaking to you.

“Don’t talk to me like that,” you said, a small scowl on your lips. “I’m scared, Bucky. I won’t have you going out there, especially not in this state of mind. You’re not thinking straight.”

“I can’t just sit here doing nothing knowing full well where they are,” Bucky said, jaw clenching. He was feeling so frustrated and didn’t know why you couldn’t seem to understand.

“I know you’re angry,” you repeated, making Bucky’s jaw tick, “but you’re thinking blindly, and you need me to make you see sense.”

“I don’t need you for anything,” he said sharply.

His back was still turned to you, but you could see how his shoulders immediately sagged out of their defensive position once the words left his mouth. You audibly gasped, taking a step back and swallowing hard. Your lower lip quivered uncontrollably.

The constricting in your heart was awfully painful as you absorbed his words, ringing loud and clear.

I don’t need you.

His words made one of your biggest insecurities become something fully tangible. The deep-rooted belief that, at the end of the day, Bucky didn't really have any use for someone like you.

Cursing, he turned back round to look at you properly, his face full of guilt at your crestfallen expression.

“I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry.”

You didn’t say anything at first, inhaling shakily. Trying to catch your breath.

“It’s fine,” you said quietly, unable to hide the tears in your eyes. He took a step forward but you walked backwards again, rapidly until your back thudded against the doors.

"I shouldn't have said that -" he began, hating the way he could see the way your nails were digging hard into your fleshy palms, the way you did whenever you felt upset. Your mouth was trembling and he knew you were trying so hard not to cry

“I’m going to go,” you said quietly, turning to make your hasty exit and ignoring his pleas for you to stay.

You said quietly in your room, mulling to yourself carefully about what had happened. You had locked yourself away as soon as you had assurance from your fellow doctors that Sam’s surgery had been a success.

Bucky’s words swam in your mind. You knew they were borne from anger, but they had to have some truth in it.

He didn’t need you, not really. What could you give him that someone else couldn’t? What’s more, you were just an ordinary human. Weak, expendable.

You felt a cold chill creep through your chest as you continued to let the thoughts swirl.

You didn’t want to make the mistake of believing that you were more important to him than you actually were.

You pulled your knees to your chest, sat on the ground at the foot of your bed. You hugged them tight as if they could provide you some comfort, letting your tears soak into the fabric of your jeans.

Bucky never had a bad word to say against you. He was always the first person to battle away your self-doubts, your self-loathing, your insecurities. You wondered if he had always secretly believed that he didn't truly need you.

It was insane how much words could hurt.

A gentle tapping at your door made you jump, and you knew instantly it was him. His voice followed shortly after, a gentle plead.

“Can you open the door?”

His voice was apologetic, and it just made you want to cry harder. You heard him sigh when you didn’t respond.

“I’m really sorry, sweetheart. I really didn’t mean it. I was just being a jerk.”

You forced yourself to stand up and padded over to the door, knowing that he could hear your movements. You took a deep breath and opened it, met by the sight of his handsome, guilt-ridden face.

“It’s okay,” you said curtly, shrugging. “You said what you said. And I think, to some extent, you meant it.”

He scanned your tear streaked face, knowing how hard you were trying to keep your expression cool and face emotionless.

Bucky’s face became anguished, frowning and shaking his head vehemently. He stepped forward, taking your hands in his, though yours remained limp in his large palms.

“I didn’t,” he said firmly. “Of course I didn’t mean it.”

Bucky knew he couldn’t just take his words back and pretend they never happened, and he despised that he had hurt you.

His emotions were complex, his anger raw and all-consuming. He had been so caught up in his thoughts, he lashed out at your mere suggestion of reigning them in. He didn’t need to be placated – or so he thought – he just wanted to ride out that anger and hurt those people who posed a threat to everyone he cared about.

How could he make you think that he didn’t need you? Of course he needed you – you were his motivation for everything in life. You were his reason that he wanted to be better.

He should have listened to you when you tried to reason with him. He lost control of his feelings, and he was ashamed.

Bucky hugged you suddenly, circling his arms around you. He breathed in your scent, closing his eyes as you stood with your arms by your sides, unsure of what to do.

“I’m so sorry,” he breathed again, his words like silk in your ear. “Today has been kind of a shitty day. With HYDRA showing their faces again, and Sam getting hurt, and knowing that you could be in danger…it made me feel like I had to get out there and shut down any possibility of something happening to you. And I felt that I needed to do that alone, to be the one to eliminate the threat.”

You bit down on your lower lip, tears welling in your eyes again. You could feel the love radiating from Bucky as he held you, and it helped soothe the ache in your heart.

“When you tried to calm me down, I know you meant well, doll, I’m so sorry. But there was a voice in my head telling me that I have to do everything in my power to keep you safe, and when you told me not to do anything, I snapped.” His confession was wrought with honesty, and you softened your stance, raising your arms up to wrap around him, too.

“I know it doesn’t make sense,” he mumbled, sounding embarrassed now.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, tilting your head back to look at him. “I know you just want to protect me.”

“Believe me,” he said sternly, eyes locked with yours, “that I need you. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he nodded. “I may be a fucking super soldier with a dumb metal arm and fight off bad guys, but I need you to remind me that I’m much more than just that.” He studied your face long and hard, making sure that you really understood him. Finally, he leaned down to kiss your lips. “Forgive me?”

“Mmm,” you murmured, unable to concentrate now as he deepened the kiss, pulling you closer against his body, his solid chest.

“Is that a yes?”

“It’s a maybe. I might need a little more convincing,” you muttered, pulling him into your room and closing the door behind him.

The door stayed shut for the rest of the evening.

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petersbaby · 1 year

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Virgin!eddie x reader featuring Steve

A/N: this takes place in college and it’s gonna be an awkward read most likely because, well, he’s a virgin and that’s a given. Don’t tell me it’s cringe or I will bite you I know it is that’s the point

Warnings: cuckolding kinda, smut (sex), awkward/virgin Eddie

“She loves it. See?” Steve starts, his voice coming from behind you, speaking to the boy across the room and then to you, “Don’t ya love it, baby?”

“Yes, Stevie.” You lift your head up off the pillows your face was buried in to respond. You don’t know quite how, but you’ve ended up in a situation that goes something like this: your boyfriends best friend, who he shares a dorm room with, has some perverted tendencies and your boyfriend tends to enable them.

Eddie would watch you two fuck, Steve would show Eddie nude pictures of you that he took on his Polaroid camera, Eddie would masturbate at the thought of you, soon getting comfortable enough to start masturbating at the sight of you.

Right in front of you. You couldn’t deny that he’s big, never in a million years. But you never said it out loud, it was more of a secret thought to you because you knew you shouldn’t be thinking it. No matter what, Steve enjoyed this, he liked the strange power dynamic. He had something his friend didn’t and he loved to show you off.

Eddie was basically a virgin, chronically lonely and sexually frustrated, and Steve had the girl of his dreams- both of their dreams- wrapped around his finger to the point you do a lot of things you’ve never done before just because he asked you. Like this, for example, being bent over with your ass in the air, back arched, trying not to fall apart as Steve wrecks you.

Backshot after backshot, each thrust seems to increase in force. Your face hid itself in the bed, as it usually would, to keep you quiet and from being heard moaning. The other boy watches from his own bed, eyes wide with some kind of perverted sense of wonder.

“Holy shit, that feel good?” He asks curiously, not to either of you in particular.

“Mhmm,” “Hell yeah it does.” You and Steve respond at the same time.

This time Eddie wasn’t jerking off, which he’d done in your presence a couple of times before, instead just palming at himself through his sweatpants, just trying to ease the ache he got from watching you get fucked senseless.

He thought he could control himself, wait til later to get off. Wait til the two of you had gone later on to go get late night snacks or something and have the room to himself to moan your name while he did it. Maybe even with a pair of your panties he wanted to steal but never did from your overnight bag.

“Oh my god, Steve, please.” You cry, unsure what you’re begging for.

“I got you, baby, gonna cum for me?”

“Mmh- yes. Gonna cum.” You breathe out, and he slams into you a few more times til your muscles tighten and spasm and you’re moaning out desperately. He pushes your face back down into the pillow to muffle your cries as he fucks you through your orgasm and into his own, pumping every last bit of his seed deep inside you.

Suddenly, Eddie looks down to see he’s had a bit of an accident, wet spot visible on his grey pants where the tip of his cock sat throbbing. As you get dressed again, and Steve remains shirtless but puts back on the same blue jeans he was wearing, you both decide to check in on Eddie and when you look over at him, his cheeks are tinged red with something. Shame, embarrassment?

The two of you silently agreed to leave him alone, opting for putting the rest of your clothes on and running out for snacks from the nearest 7/11.

“You want anything, Eds? Going to the store across the road.” Steve offers while shrugging his jacket on and grabbing his wallet.

“Huh? Oh. No, I’m good. Thank you.”

“So what do you think?”

“I don’t know… I know he watches but he’s never actually come close to me and… you know, touched me, and everything…”

“You’ll literally make his entire life. Best day ever for him, in the books, one hundred percent.”

Your eyes wander around the room while you think.

“He’s always been a really good friend to me, I feel like it’s my duty to get him laid. For Christ’s sake, he came in his pants yesterday. It’s almost pathetic.”

“That’s your fault, you created a monster. I’m not the one who said he could watch us have sex, that was all you.”

“And anyways, I know you’re at least a little bit curious. Don’t think I’ve never noticed the way you stare at him while I’m fucking you.”

“Okay, yeah, fine. Maybe a little. I mean, he is pretty cute..”

“Ah ah. Stop right there. Don’t go too far, gonna make me jealous.”

“You can’t handle me saying he’s cute but you want me to fuck him?” You question incredulously.

“It’s just a one-time thing. Once he gets this experience, he’ll be able to go find his own girlfriend. You’re mine.”

“Alright, you two, I’m gonna go take a shower. I’ll be right back.” Steve announces, smiling at you before grabbing some clothes and walking to the bathroom, leaving you alone with Eddie. You sit on the floor with him, on the carpeted surface you had lazily sat on for the past few hours while you studied and he wrote in his journal. Probably song lyrics, you think.

You sigh loudly, shutting the book in your lap and looking over at him.

“That’s about all the studying my brain can handle for tonight. What’re you working on?” You ask inquisitively.

“I dunno, it’s either a song or just a really shitty poem. It’s stupid.” He shrugs.

“Can I see?” You ask, and before he has the chance to answer you’re scooting over to where he is to sit beside him.

“Uh, yeah I guess. It’s a rough draft, okay, so don’t make fun of it.”

You rest your chin on his shoulder as you read the page of the notebook he was holding. It definitely read like a shitty poem, but he said it was a work in progress, to be fair.

“No, it’s good. I like it.” You tell him assuringly once you finished reading.

“Really?” He asks.

“Mhm. Really.” You say softly.

“I’ve got uh… I’ve got some more, if you want to see. Better ones, finished ones.” He clarifies.

“I’d love to.”

But before he could turn the page, the door to the room cracks open and you see a wet-haired Steve peeking through it carefully. When he sees you two on the floor, right beside each other reading the book, he pushes it open carelessly.

“Cmon, what are you guys doing, cuddling? I told you to make a move on him.” He says flatly, disappointedly.

“Steve.” You scold through gritted teeth, trying to warn him to shut up, and he shuts the door behind him.

“Do something.” He says, making eye contact with you.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Eddie asks Steve, confused.

“She’s gonna let you fuck her. Isn’t that real nice of her?” He says in an almost condescending tone, which happened often when he was joking. He didn’t mean it, but Eddie starts to panic in confusion.

“I- uh.. I..” he starts to stutter.

“Drop the attitude. You’re scaring him.” You tell Steve, placing a comforting hand on Eddie’s leg.

“You’re right, you’re right. Sorry. Did you kiss him yet?” Steve asks, coming to his bed to sit, looking down at you both on the carpet.

“No, I didn’t.” You say sheepishly.

“Do you want her to?” He glances over to him.

He’s still confused, but nods.

“Okay then. Go on.”

“Yeah?” You ask Eddie softly, searching his eyes for any kind of negative emotion before leaning in.

“Yeah.” He nods quickly again, and you turn to face him. You take his chin in your hand, stubble beneath your touch, and press your lips against his. You kiss sweetly for a minute, slow and gentle. Before you can deepen it any, he pulls away.

“No. Wait, seriously, I’m confused. What… is this?” He asks, looking at Steve and he chuckles.

“I’m giving you the opportunity of a lifetime, big boy. Whether you take it or not, that’s up to you.” He offers. Eddie takes his glance away from Steve and back to you, and goes right back in but harder this time, your lips smashing together. You smile slightly into the kiss at his sudden force, the way he moved like he needed you in order to breathe.

You take his bottom lip between your teeth, biting on it slightly which made him gasp. When his mouth parted, you took advantage of it and parted your lips too, tongue gliding over his bottom lip and gaining entrance. At this point, you understood. The feeling that you can’t breath, the pure need and built up lustful tension that you hadn’t realized was there.

“Go get to your bed, no girl is gonna be very happy with being fucked on the ground.” Steve advises, and you both get up and into Eddie’s bed where you lay down and he climbs on top of you.

“God, holy shit. When uh- what do we…” he rambles, pulling away from you again. Steve muses at the flustered state of his friend “Whenever you’re ready.” You respond, knowing he isn’t positive what he should do next.

“Shit, okay..” he sits up on his knees, unbuckling his belt and pushing his jeans down his legs and somehow shimmying out of them. He isn’t phased that Steve is right there watching, it’s nothing that he hadn’t seen before. Steve has seen all of him, and Eddie’s seen all of Steve. It was a weirdly close friendship but you never questioned it. He freezes.

“Take ‘em off her” Steve instructs and Eddie moves to pull the shorts off your lower part but leaving your panties. You weren’t sure if he meant to do that or not, but either way he leans back over to hover above you, getting situated between your spread legs and kissing you again.

This was when you felt it, his cock which you think must be so hard it’s painful press right up against your heat through the thin lace material barrier. You let a moan slip out without meaning to, and his heart skips a beat (or several) at the sound. Yeah, he’s heard you moan, but you’ve never moaned from him. From something he did.

“Go down and feel her, if she’s pretty wet, she’s ready for it.” Steve says from the opposite side of the room on his bed. How the tables were turned. He wasn’t used to being in Eddie’s position, watching you fuck another guy when he desperately wishes it could be him. He reminds himself this isn’t about him, this is about Eddie, and more importantly that it was all his idea in the first place.

Eddie’s ringed fingers come to brush against the crotch of your panties, and you gasp when he finds your clit immediately and presses two fingers against it. He repeats this a few times until you’re basically dry jumping his fingers, grinding against them. You look up at him desperately hoping he’s gonna give you more soon. He gets a little preoccupied with just rubbing you through your panties, feeling the wet spot grow more and more soaked until Steve notices you whining.

“Go, you dumbass. She wants it. Don’t keep her waiting too long.”

He’s quickly snapped out of his trance and hooks his fingers into your panties and pulling them to the side. He groans loudly when his tip makes contact with the warm, wet entrance to your cunt practically pulsing around nothing.

Your shirt was still on, so you pushed it up for him past your chest so he could see your tits. You take them in your hands, tweaking your nipples while you waited for him to start pressing in. He does, slowly, but you nod to tell him it’s okay so he goes quicker. Once he’s sunken about halfway inside of you, his breath is caught in his chest and a long string of curses fell from his mouth.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He groans at the tight feeling enveloping him.

“Yeah, there you go.” Steve smiles.

You look up at Eddie with your face twisted in pleasure, eyebrows knitted together, and he slides in the rest of the way.

“Ah- oh my god,” you moan, trying to be quiet but failing when his top hits that spot so deep inside you could feel it in your stomach.

“Holy shit, holy shit.” He tries to get himself together but finds that’s a lot harder than it sounds. The way you squeezed around him, the way you were dripping down onto his bedsheets, the pretty little noises you were making beneath him.

He pulls all the way out only to enter again, repeating this while picking up the speed gradually.

“Mmmh,” you whine, “you’re so good, doing so good, eds.” You try to reassure him with your shaky voice.

“Fuck, will you say my name again?”

“Yes, Eddie, you’re fucking me so good.”

“Fucking hell. God, I can’t-“ his movements become sloppy and falter.

“It’s okay.” You assure him, knowing he wasn’t gonna last that long ahead of time. With a couple more thrusts, he spills, filling you up while cursing out loud.

“Dude, did you cum in her?” Steve sits up in bed, alarmed. Not scared, so much as just a little jealousy burning inside. That seems too personal, too intimate. He wanted to be the only one who ever did that to you.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it, I’m so sorry.” He starts to apologize to both of you, panicking.

“That’s alright, I’m on birth control, it’s okay Eds.” You assure him.

“Shit, okay. Shit. Holy shit.”

“That feel good?” Steve asks the flustered and exhausted boy.

“Hell yeah it did.”

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outivv · 1 year

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Can we get some separate headcanons of Xiao and wanderer with a Timid but kind reader?

Reader is extremely quite at first but show lots of act of service (like when they were injured, reader is the first one to try to help n stuff), and because of how timid and weak the reader look people always take advantage of themm(￣∇￣+)

It's alright if ya don't want to,have a nice dayy!^^

Synopsis: timid/ quiet reader who’s love language is acts of service!!

Warnings: not proofread

Characters: xiao, wanderer, and dehya

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: hello hello!! Thank you for requesting!! I hope you don’t mind me adding dehya, I just reallllly wanted to write for her :’). Anyways!! Hope you enjoy, and have a great rest of your day!!

— Xiao —

I think your more timid, and quiet personality mixes with xiao’s really well. I don’t know why but it’s givingggg power couple.

Anyways, I feel like xiao is pretty oblivious to your acts of service, he appreciates them but he doesn’t know why you’re doing them you know? Like when you help him with his wounds, or make him food, or do literally anything for him, he doesn’t understand… why.

You hum happily as you tend to xiaos clothes, mending them, and sewing back the tears in his clothes. Xiao watches from afar, seeing you so happy just… doing something for him. He doesn’t get it. Why are you being so nice to him? You even lent him some spare clothes you had, the thought of wearing clothes that are originally yours makes his cheeks flush. “Here you go!! All better now.” You say handing him his clothes and returning his thoughts to normal. Your sweet smile, and the way his clothes are gently folded- it’s all too much.

“Why do you do things for me?” He asks rather bluntly. Your smile drops, “what do you mean?” He glares, not out of malice, but out of frustration. He feels his question is rather silly to be honest, “I mean you help me when I’m wounded, you fix my clothes, you tidy my room at wangshu inn, and I don’t have to ask for any of it. Why do you do it?” Your blank face turns to one of pure adoration, and almost… pity, “because I care about you. Taking care of things, and people- it’s how I show love.” Your response isn’t what he expected, he honestly expected you were doing it an an exchange for your guaranteed protection. But in reality it was just as simple as… you loved him. He took his nicely folded clothes and disappeared, his heart racing, and face flushed. He hoped you didn’t notice before he left.

I think after that encounter he gets much more flustered, and aware of your acts of service. He definitely appreciates it, and voices that appreciation in various ways. By checking in on you, idly hanging around you more, developing a crush on you you know. Simple things like that :)

He really hates that people take advantage of you, but he’s also very concerned that he’s doing the same… unintentionally JEGJEG. He’s like “that jerk just took advantage of [name] and I know it. Oh my god am I being a hypocrite right now? Am I doing the same as that jerk? Oh…” he’s very self conscious and worried that he’s taking advantage of you without realizing it. He’s not. You know he’s not.

— Wanderer —

Respectfully. He probably has told you to have a spine because of how often people take advantage of you. He’s harsh with his words, but they hold a strange sense of genuine concern, and care in them. He sees how these people hurt you, and he doesn’t want that of course, but he’ll express it in a way that comes off as much harsher than intended.

“I just don’t understand.” You say wiping your tears and sniffling. Wanderer sighs, and moves your hand from your face to wipe your tears himself, “I do. It’s because you don’t know how to tell others to do it themselves.” His usual glare is focused, worry pooling in his eyes, though he hides it very well. His heart may break a thousand times from seeing you cry, but you’ll never know that.

You look up at him, your tear filled eyes, and red face drenched in sorrow, and confusion as to why people are continuously walking all over you, how they have the audacity to do so. “I just… I wanna help people, I want to show them that I care.” You sob harder, your words broken up by hiccups. Wander thinks back to all the times you help him and his gaze softens, “people who have the sheer nerve to take advantage of you, don’t deserve your kindness. You need to actually have a backbone, and ignore them.” His words sting a bit, but you know he’s right. You wrap your arms about him to hug him, a sign of thanks for his advice.

He appreciates your help, and everything you do for him, but he’s the type to be like “no it’s fine I can do it myself” and be all stubborn even if… he can’t do it himself KEVEKEG. It’s rather annoying to be honest, you wanna showcase your feelings for him, and you can only do that in a simple way, and he won’t let you because of his own pride!!

He does let you do some things for him though. Mostly just things he doesn’t necessarily know how to do, like I feel like he isn’t superb at writing. Not that he’s bad at it per say, but he just isn’t great at it. So when you write him things, or write for him, he’s very appreciative. :)

— Dehya —

Strong independent woman!! Who will crumble by the fact that you so kindly do things for her, and enjoy doing them, and ahh. Dehya is a big acts of service person, it’s one of her main love languages too, so if you’re trying to tell her you love her (in a platonic/romantic way) then she absolutely loves it.

Dehya returns to your camp to notice food freshly made, clothes folded, and tents and beds made. “[name] did you really do all this while I was gone?” Dehya asks astonished. You turn around from folding another pair of clothes “hm? Oh yes!! I wanted to get some stuff done so we could enjoy ourselves. We’ve been traveling for a while, and while you were gone completing a commission, I just thought I’d be helpful…” a smile grows on dehya’s face at your words, her heart swells with all the love in the world for you.

I feel like dehya would try to do the same for you in a way. I don’t know how to explain but you both do things for each other, and it’s just a never ending cycle of basically saying “I LOVE YOU” “I LOVE YOU MORE” “NO I LOVE YOU MORE” “NO THATS IMPOSSIBLE I LOVE YOU THE MOST” “NO I-“ you get what I’m saying.

No one dares to take advantage of you, especially by the mere mention of dehya’s name :), so thankfully, you don’t have to worry about that.

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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 10 months

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Long list of Nimona headcanons cause I didn't post yesterday

I feel like Nimona doesn’t really have great control of her shifting/strength when she’s experiencing really intense emotions

When she’s angry or frustrated she tends to get bigger

Sometimes it’s her whole body sometimes it’s just her arms

She has a bad habit of breaking things on accident when she’s upset

When they’re sad or hurt they’ll get smaller

One time Nimona and Bal got into a really intense argument and Bal said something he didn’t mean and they shrunk like 5 inches and he knew he fucked up instantly

When he gets happy or excited is when his shifting really goes haywire

Sometimes when he’s really happy with someone he’ll subconsciously take on some of their characteristics

Ambrosius complimented him one time and Nimona had his dimples for the rest of the day

Bal fixed her headphones and she took on his laugh for two days

At first it kind of unsettled them but they understood that it was just another way of her showing love so they got used to seeing their freckles on her face and hearing their laughs from her

Bal needs glasses and contacts most of the time but he never uses them

He says glasses are a pain and he’s terrified of anything and everything near his eyes

Ambrosius needs to do it for him because it’s easier for some reason

He also has a bad habit of misplacing his glasses and recruits Nimona and Ambrosius to help him look for them the second they're supposed to leave

Half the time they give up on looking for them and he relies on Ambrosius to help him read things

He loves that man to death but if he has to read one more menu out loud he’s gonna lose it

There have also been close calls where people tried to start a fight cause they thought Bal was glaring at them

In reality he was just trying to read the sign next to them

No one should let this man drive he’s a terror to society when he’s behind the wheel

He always insists that he doesn’t need his glasses to drive

Nimona offers to drive but no one lets them because the last time they were behind the wheel they aimed for a group of people yelling “That’s at least 50 points”

Ambrosius is the most responsible driver but as I said in this post that man can’t find his way out of a paper bag

So his directions are always on and Bal always complains that he could find a faster way in his sleep

Ambrosius turns to him and says “Love you couldn’t find your hand in front of your face”

And Bal shoved him so hard he almost crashed the carriage and his passenger privileges were revoked for a week

Both Bal and Nimona have resting bitch faces

A lot of people think Bal is this mean horrible stuck-up person

And then they talk to him for more than five seconds and realize he’s got a heart of gold and big puppy dog eyes to match

A lot of people see Nimona’s resting bitch face and get a little scared but they also have this thought of “but she’s just a teenager with a squishy little face how bad could she be”

And then they realize they’re talking to a chaos gremlin and the resting bitch face was there to protect them

Ambrosius has been trained not to frown in public

This man puts Disney Employees to shame with his bright smile and his energetic personality

But the literal second he’s home that mask drops

Bal and Ambrosius are so used to this routine that they aren’t even fazed anymore

But Nimona always pretends like they’re cutting the string over Ambrosius' head whenever the door closes

It’s almost comical to see because the second they do it his face drops and his shoulders droop and his once energetic voice is a monotone mumble

He’s not always like this tho being in the public eye just drains the life out of him

But when he gets to stay home with people who love and care about him he could put the damn energizer bunny out of business

#nimona 2023 #nimona movie #nimona headcanon #nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #goldenheart #Ambrosius is Bal's little seeing eye human #I have a little headcanon that Nimona cant read #cause no one taught her #and even if she could read she wouldn't help Bal #she already helped him look for the stupid glasses #that's enough kindness for one day #sorry I didn't post #my wifi was down again

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mouschiwrites · 7 months

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I LITERALLY LOVE YOUR WRITING AND WANTED TI REQUEST SMTH🙏🙏🙏

basically a ninjago fic where the reader is lloyds little sibling who inherited more of their dads dark element. Bc if this the reader has a short temper and they tend to lash out sometimes. So the team tries to train them to work on power control. But one day they get mad at lloyd bc of an argument surrounding their dad who died bc of the events from the tournament of elements so the reader accidentally hits lloyd with their dark power. Lloyd is hurt for a while and the other ninja (who were watching the whole time) come to lloyds aid. the reader takes a double take and starts to feel guilty but feeling ashamed they run away to a secert spot that only them and lloyd know to reflect. A few hours later, when lloyd is healed up, wu urges him to go and find the reader because the other ninja have been trying for hours but haven't found them. So lloyd, reluctantly goes to find them and goes to their spot having a feeling they would be there. They both sit down and start to talk/apologize to each other and even talk about the past,(which includes their dad). And it ends with them joking around at their spot. 🤍

Thanks pookie hopefully this made sense I'm so sorry if it didn't😭!!🤍

Such a cute idea!! Beautifully brilliant brains, all of you <33

Word count: 1.2k

Ninjago - Arguing with Your Brother Lloyd

The gray sky flushed orange as the sun finally breached the horizon, bathing the forest in golden light. The bright rays made you squint, but you had to admit it was a lovely sight. Though it would’ve been prettier, you decided, if the Bounty was actually in the air.

“I have this one memory,” Lloyd said from beside you, “of watching the sunrise with dad. Neither of us said anything. We just watched. It was… nice,” he smiled.

“Don’t get that look in your eye,” you warned him.

“What look?”

“Like you were just so close with him. I was, too, you know.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t.”

“You didn’t need to! I saw it.”

Lloyd frowned, turning to face you. “Why do you always do this? Can’t we just have one nice moment together?”

“Maybe we could,” you growled, hands balling into fists, “if you weren’t so obsessed with talking about dad.”

“What are you even talking about? Am I not allowed to remember my dead father?”

“There you go again! He was my dad, too!”

“It’s not a competition!”

You snapped. In a whip-like motion you slapped your brother to the ground. His green eyes blazed through his blonde hair as he looked up at you. He lunged at your middle, tackling you to the floor.

You wrestled there on the deck for a moment before you were able to wriggle free. Springing to your feet, you assumed a proper fighting stance. Lloyd mirrored you. Somehow that only fuelled your rage. You felt something dark stirring in you; a feeling you weren’t a stranger to, having inherited your father’s dark side. But you didn’t have as much control over it as he did. When you swung your fist, you realized too late that it was enveloped with a dark smoke.

Lloyd was sent sprawling to the ground. He wasn’t moving. Good, you thought, huffing.

As Lloyd pushed himself off the ground with a weak groan, your adrenaline began to wear off, allowing you to take in the full scene before you.

The other ninjas had rushed out to the deck to help Lloyd, completely ignoring you. As you listened to their concerned voices, a pang of guilt began to settle in your stomach.

The guilt wrestled with your lingering anger. You shouted in frustration before turning on your heels and storming off the ship.

Lloyd swallowed the last of his tea. He rubbed the bandages on his head, wincing as his fingertips brushed the area where he had been hit directly.

“Messing with the bandages isn’t going to help your pain,” Nya chided, emptying the teapot into his cup. “I’ll go make more.”

Lloyd stared at the steaming liquid with furrowed eyebrows. Your argument replayed over and over in his mind. He felt mad and anguished at the same time, but mostly mad. At you. At himself. At the whole situation.

“Looks like your brothers are back just in time for lunch,” Wu said, his back to Lloyd as he looked out the window. “Y/n is not with them.”

Lloyd hummed in acknowledgement.

“They have been gone for some time now.”

“They’re probably just blowing off steam.”

Wu turned around. “I know what it’s like to have a sibling with darkness in them. Do not let that darkness drive you apart as I did.”

Lloyd gripped the teacup. As much as he hated to admit it, Wu was right. With a sigh, he stood up and made his way to the door. Before he left, he looked back at Wu. He could practically sense the grief coming from him.

I don’t want to end up like him. I don’t want to lose you.

He knew where you’d be. They frequently anchored the Bounty here, so you were all pretty familiar with the terrain. The lush woods made for great stealth training, but also good hiding.

He wove his way though the dense foliage, expertly navigating to a little alcove hidden perfectly by a thick ring of trees and tall bushes.

He could hear you talking to yourself. He couldn’t make out the exact words, but he could hear your pained tone of voice.

This was where you always went when you were upset; Lloyd knew because it’s where he’d come, too. It was your secret spot, just for the two of you.

He walked into the alcove.

“Hey,” he said quietly. You stopped mumbling, but didn’t turn to look at him.

“Hey,” you replied reluctantly.

Lloyd sat down next to you. He looked at the green trees surrounding you, stretching high into the sky with their leafy limbs. The foliage rustled as a soft breeze caressed the treetops.

You could both feel the tension. It was getting thicker the longer you sat in silence. At the same time, you both blurted: “I’m sorry.”

Lloyd laughed awkwardly. You just looked at your feet.

“I’ll go first,” you said, surprising him. “I shouldn’t have hit you like that. I didn’t mean to. I was just… really angry.”

“It’s okay. Well, it’s not, but I understand. Wu’s always telling us how dad was the same when they were younger.” Lloyd grimaced. “Sorry, I know you don’t like talking about him.”

You huffed. “It’s not that. I guess… I guess it’s just that I miss him. I miss him and it hurts, and I just want to forget all about it.”

“Sometimes I feel like that, too. But if I forgot all about it, then I wouldn’t have my good memories with him.”

“Aren’t those the ones that hurt the most?” You whispered, tears brimming your eyes.

Lloyd shook his head. “As they say: ‘don’t be sad that it’s over, be happy that it happened.’”

You swiped at your eyes. “I wish he was still here. I wish that stupid tournament had never—never—” Your voice gave way to a sob, and you buried your head in your knees.

“I know,” Lloyd said, his voice shaking a little. He wrapped his arm around you and leaned on your shoulder while he rubbed your back. “Me too.”

You stayed like that for a while, comforted by the realization that you were in the same boat. Ever since Garmadon died, you had been especially edgy around Lloyd. You didn’t realize until now how much you missed him, how much it would’ve helped to just talk with him. You wished you’d done it sooner. Or at least under better circumstances.

“To think,” you began, composing yourself a little, “all it took to get us to talk it out was a little fight.”

“Little? Do you see these bandages?” Lloyd prodded your shoulder playfully. “You may be younger than me, but you pack a punch!”

You grinned. “What, greenie can’t take a hit?”

“Greenie? Pfff—”

You both burst into a fit of giggles.

“If I’m greenie, then you’ve gotta be the fun-sized dark lord.”

“Fun-sized? You little—!” You batted at each other, smiling hugely and laughing. Eventually it escalated to roughhousing on the ground, though (unlike your earlier scuffle) your attacks mainly consisted of tickling.

When both of you had laughed up a stomach ache, you finally gave the roughhousing a rest. You laid on your backs, watching the sky while you caught your breath.

You opened your hand, looking at Lloyd expectantly. With a smile he placed his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers as he turned to continue looking at the blue heavens above.

In that moment—there, on the forest floor, holding hands with your brother—things were more right than they had been in a long time.

Thank you anon for this amazing request!! And thank you for reading! <33

(divider by saradika)

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago x reader #ninjago fanfiction #lloyd garmadon #lloyd ninjago #ninjago fic

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cupidjyu · 1 year

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you'll get sick pt 3

(98 line) what do they do when you’re sick :(

genre: sickfic, cuddling, successful soup making, failed soup making notes: i finally finish this series LOL so sorry about that >.<. i hope you enjoy. i will work on other requests now! word count: 1.2k

juyeon

it’s usually you taking care of juyeon since he was always clumsy and tended to injure himself a lot. so for you to be sick and it was now his duty to take care of you was certainly an odd thing and you weren’t used to it at all.

he was right by your side when you told him you felt sick. he almost was… excited to take care of you. oddly.

he was all smiley as he tucked you into the blankets, keeping your shivering body warm.

“do you need anything else?” he looked at you, brushing a strand of hair out of your face gently.

you shook your head, “no, i’m fine.”

he grinned, “not even cuddles?”

it was then that you froze. you looked up at him, shyly, reconsidering your words. “actually… maybe i would like that…” you smiled coyly.

he immediately opened the blankets, “coming right up.” he climbed in, immediately shifting close to your body, his body warmth warming you up right away. then, he leaned on his side to pull you into a hug, his arm wrapping around your torso tightly.

he was so, so warm that he kept your shivering at bay.

“juyeon,” you whispered, sniffling after.

“hm?”

“you’ll get sick…”

“that’s okay,” he replied.

“it’s not okay,” you giggled. “you literally told me a week ago that you despise being sick.”

“... you’re right,” he was silent, unable to come up with a comeback. he groaned, frustrated. “j-just let me say it’s okay! i want to be a perfect boyfriend for you.” he blushed after that confession.

you giggled, “okay, okay fine.” then you snuggled into his chest, and quickly, you felt yourself lull into a deep sleep. except, juyeon hadn’t noticed yet.

he looked down at the top of your head, “you forgot to take the pill.” when you didn’t answer, he finally noticed that you had fallen asleep.

“oh…” he smiled fondly at how cute you looked. “sweet dreams then, angel.”

kevin

“you said you wanted an iced coffee?” kevin burst through your room after you texted him. but then, he noticed the state you were in. there were tissues everywhere and you were wrapped up in about five blankets. “woah.”

you stared at him guiltily.

“why would you want an iced coffee out of all things?” he whined. “you literally have a cold.”

you pouted, trying to win him over, “but-”

“no,” he put his hands on his hips, raising his eyebrows. you almost giggled at the sight. “keep down your odd cravings, won’t you? i’m cooking soup for you instead.”

and despite your protests, he disappeared into the kitchen. after a while, he came back with a bowl of steaming soup in his hand.

“see? i made this for you,” he smiled softly. you felt your heart swell as you eagerly sat up, your stomach growling excitedly. you were about to take the bowl out of his hands but then he pulled it out of your reach.

“no can do,” he nagged cutely. he took the spoon and brought it to your mouth as he looked at you expectantly. you stared at him.

“are you trying to feed me?”

“yes.”

you sighed and reluctantly opened your mouth. when you tasted it, your eyes immediately widened, “it tastes so good?”

“i’m your official cook, you know,” he teased, smiling charmingly. you laughed, feeling your sickness slowly get better just at the thought of spending more time with him. “do you want to hug me after this?”

you eagerly nodded, immediately moving closer. but much to your despair, he backed away.

“then finish this first.”

chanhee

the both of you were out, doing some normal errands together. chanhee had called it a “convienient date”. just as he was looking at all the snacks displayed on the aisle, he heard yous sniffle and sneeze.

he noticed right away, which you weren’t surprised about since he had always had the endearing habit of noticing small things about you.

“are you sick?” he asked with a worried expression. he pressed the back of his hand to your forehead. “you’re very warm,” he frowned.

you tried to tell him you were fine but he still quickly paid for the items and rushed you home.

“i’ll try to cook soup with these ingredients,” he pointed at the grocery bags.

“you really don’t have to-”

“i will,” he looked determined (cute). like a penguin who wanted to fight.

he set you in bed, kissing your forehead tenderly before going off. you winced at the sounds of pots clattering and bowls falling to the floor. there were even the thumps of the carrots spilling out of its bag. you wondered if you should check on him for his safety.

and then he came back with a bowl. he blew it a bit and brought the spoon to your mouth.

“try it?” he tilted his head curiously. you did. and then you coughed. and choked. it was incredibly, very much salty.

“chanhee-”

he could immediately tell what happened as he groaned with a flush covering his cheeks, “i should’ve asked kevin how to make soup.”

“it’s okay!” you rushed to console him. “i’m not hungry anyway.”

“then what do you want?” he smiled.

“i want to hug you,” you smiled.

“of course,” he giggled as he sat next to you, wrapping his arms around you. “this i can do perfectly.” you nodded softly before leaning your head on his shoulder as he caressed your arm until you fell asleep.

changmin

you stared at changmin on the other side of the couch. he was covered up in blankets, munching on a snack while watching a movie.

you hadn’t told him that you were feeling under the weather yet, so you continued to shiver and chatter your teeth in silence. at one point, you shivered so hard that he noticed. he paused the movie immediately and turned to you with furrowed eyebrows.

“are you cold?”

“i have a cold,” you choked out.

“why didn’t you tell me?” he exclaimed, panicking. “don’t hide these things anymore, y/n. i love you too much for this…”

you looked at him with surprise.

“let me share my blankets with you,” he shifted over and set them over your body. then, much to your shock, he leaned in and pressed a long kiss to your cheek.

you instantly blushed, “what’s that for? i’m literally sick.”

“for fun,” he bluntly replied. and then he got up to get you medicine. after a minute, he shoved it in your face, startling you.

you frowned, “it tastes so bad though.”

“then i’m taking your blankets away,” he stated.

you gasped, “you wouldn’t!”

“i so would,” he smiled evilly. you sighed, taking the medicine as you slightly gagged. when you finished, he climbed in again, this time hugging you tightly as he nuzzled into your neck.

then he pressed another kiss, this time to your jawline, “your reward for taking the medicine.”

you stuttered, “i d-didn’t really need a reward…”

“take it anyways,” he kissed you again. “i told you, i love you too much.”

you grumbled, nodding as you let him kiss you all over. you knew he wouldn’t care if he got sick because of you.

“get better quickly, okay?” he softly spoke this time. you smiled, snuggling closer hoping that you would recover fast enough to press kisses all over your boyfriend as well.

#the boyz reactions #the boyz fluff #the boyz imagines #tbz fluff #tbz imagines #the boyz x reader #juyeon fluff #juyeon x reader #kevin moon fluff #kevin moon x reader #chanhee x reader #chanhee fluff #changmin fluff #changmin x reader #imagines 💞

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ryuichirou · 9 months

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any sebaciel headcanons so far?

Anon! I hope you’re still waiting, because it took me a long time…as always lol

For some reason it was a bit difficult for me to write this one, mostly because a lot of headcanons/thoughts that I had were actually just… random pieces of canon trivia that Toboso herself mentioned at some point lol like the fact that Ciel’s cheeks are just like cat’s soft paws for Sebastian and stuff.

But still, I managed to write something. I hope it’s a fun read…

Despite them seemingly keeping their master-servant sense distance whenever they’re around others, there are some people that catch the tension between them. They don’t even tend to talk to each other when Ciel is having guests around, but when a person knows, they know. For example, Lau catches these things quite easily, even though he forgets about it the moment he steps out of the room.

Speaking of Lau… the real reason why Sebastian didn’t get rid of that tiny dress that Lau brought for Ciel is that he really wouldn’t mind seeing his young master wearing it; he believed there would still be a nice opportunity for it. Which is actually a big deal, because Sebastian seems to be quite picky when it comes to things that Ciel wears, so he would’ve gotten rid of it immediately if it didn’t fit his own taste.

Sebastian absolutely adores roleplay: his entire butler shtick is essentially just a very long roleplay session. So, whenever he gets to put on a new identity/any type of disguise for a mission, he gets pretty excited; it’s always one of his favourite parts of any mission. So the fact that Ciel is pretty good at roleplaying too and catches his cues quite easily and plays along so well is also something that he really likes about him. Sebastian has seen and served so many people, but this is the first time he actually got himself a decent playmate, who is quite good at playing the role of sweet and innocent child while also being quite a cruel calculating boy.

And although Sebastian always minds his distance while performing his butler duties (not to ruin the aesthetic and all), he could allow himself more freedom when playing other roles. So there could be some situations in which Ciel would look at Sebastian in a “how dare you” way, with Sebastian smiling, because “well it’s more believable that way, isn’t it?”. He knows that Ciel will have to play along.

Both of them are aware that there is this vague line that they could cross if they wanted to at any moment. It would be weird to call it a “romantic” line because none of them have any romantic feelings toward each other: Sebastian is incapable of feeling it; Ciel would choke himself before admitting to having any emotional dependence on Sebastian. Because he knows that the moment he’ll start even considering anything, the demon wins. Even though, when it comes to their contract, it’s not like it changes anything….

Sebastian really enjoys the fact that Ciel is conflicted about it though. He likes playing with him, teasing him and hinting at things way more than if Ciel would act openly affectionate with him. In fact, it would be quite bothersome and even annoying to Sebastian. So this “will they won’t they” that seemingly exists between them only fuels the situation to spiral further without giving it any resolution.

Although it’s not impossible for them to cross this line, but it’ll only happen if Sebastian decides that it would be amusing and would fuel Ciel’s further decent into darkness. He wouldn’t do anything too openly, but the teasing and the talking and the touching and overall situation would lead to Ciel being so frustrated that he would end up deciding that he actually wants to cross this line. What difference does it make? He’s going to get eaten by Sebastian at some point anyway…

Sebastian teases Ciel a lot, especially if the two are together. He especially likes to take everything that Ciels says literally, because he knows that Ciel actually hates that he stops when he’s being told to stop. And the best thing is – Ciel can’t even complain about it or be mad, because Sebastian is being respectful and caring and obeys his orders. As if he’s not doing it just to piss Ciel off.

Ironically, Ciel doesn’t get triggered by Sebastian’s touch. Maybe it’s due to the overall feel of his hands being so different to what Ciel experienced years ago, maybe it’s because it’s Sebastian who isn’t even human, but the sensations he gets are overwhelmingly pleasant. Almost scarily pleasant, like the opposite side of the spectrum.

They would have at least one talk about how often Sebastian gets to touch his masters like this. It’s not like Ciel is interested or that he cares about anything at all regarding Sebastian, but for some reason he would still ask. And Sebastian would honestly answer that this actually happens quite often, although not every single time. He would also add that he hopes that this doesn’t sour his young master’s mood or make him jealous, with a smile so wide and wicked, that Ciel would instantly regret asking him.

#replies #sebaciel #headcanons

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fahbev · 3 months

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Hi! Saw you jumped on the tim hate train, welcome to the club! Aplarently you're Damian fan, which is good bc hes also one of the characters who's hit by tim's..woobification? Victimization(???) while simultaneously being the bestest, most competent batfam member. You Damian fans honestly have my respect for the pure amount of shit Damian gets because of tim.

hi lmao. Thanks xD. I usually try to keep all my negativity off of the internet, but last night I was going the anti Tim drake tag bc my frustration was flaring up. At first i was collecting posts by liking them instead of rb, then I was replying, and then at some point... “Fuck it. I want this on my blog.”

(This is gonna be a ramble btw, I don’t care abt making a good post rn.)

I used to be fine with Tim! I think the whole thing was a lot less prominent in the dpxdc fandom bc DANNY was the fan favorite/community elected woobie, but then I kinda moved out and... well. It still took awhile for this issue to seep in bc those Tim fans (you know the ones) are certainly a minority, but I just don’t think you can be a Damian fan for longer than a few months without getting frustrated.

Nowadays I refuse to read anything tagged with any variation of “Tim Drake angst” that features the batfam. Timkon fics are usually just fine though.

Actually— recently? Shit’s been bothering me so bad that I don’t wanna risk reading fics that have Tim in the first relationship tag at all. He’s gotta at most be in the second one. Ship fics are again an exception, but I don’t tend to seek out ship fics much anyway.

But, like I said, I usually keep it to myself. Every time i catch myself venting in the tags I either screenshot the tags and delete, or I delete and retype them. I put them into a private notes document. I also journal in there a lot instead of posting it.

That document is pretty long.

I do wanna say that there’s nothing wrong with what tim fans are doing. It is fun to woobify your fave. It’s fun to prop them up and tear others down and make everything about your blorbo and it is harmless. I do it too (usually in my daydreams). It’s a fantasy, and that’s what fanfiction is for. People who act like it’s “problematic” are wrong. That doesn’t mean it’s not annoying. Because it is. It’s annoying as all fuck.

Also wanna mention that I once read a damian fic that like... started off with some delicious whump, but then it turned into a whole Damian pity party and it guilt tripped all his friends and family. Damian IS my blorbo and I couldn’t read that. I didn’t even know who Maps was at the time but it seemed so bizarre to throw her under the bus. Anyway I feel like that’s what a quite large portion of Tim fic is like except a bit less extreme.

I used to tell myself that “ohhh it’s just a rivalry. I’m sure Tim fans get the same shit in reverse all the time” but I literally NEVER see it in the other direction and spend the most of my time in Damian circles. The only time I see tim hate from damian fans is frustration at those particular fans in response to it or in response to favoritism of authors.

I mean i saw a good chunk of it last night, but what else can I expect from the anti tim drake tag?

It’s actually funny how most of the stuff in anti tags is polarized hate shitting on the character with a lot of bad takes, but in tims anti tag it was almost exclusively frustration from Damian and Jason fans, and usually pretty mild takes. Also people calling Tim boring.

Ngl, Idk much about Jason. I’m familiar with his fanon, but the only comic i’ve read that featured him in a major way was Gotham War. I don’t know him well, and I don’t have too much interest in him. However, I hate “Jason falls over in guilt and kisses Tim’s fingers begging for forgiveness” type posts in solidarity. It’s yucky.

Anyway, I didn’t even mean to get on this anti tim train you speak of, It just sorta leaked out of my vent doc. Don’t expect me to keep posting about it.

but also... don’t not expect it. It might happen.

Even so, my dms are absolutely open for Timothy Drake related frustration! I’m pretty tired of being nice to him.

#anti tim drake #ask #i may delete this later #i might also delete all my anti tim posts #i might also continue hating on him #depends on my mood #also lmao idr how much i rbed you but your blog was the source of so many of the anti tim posts

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Firstly, I wanted to say I love your page and appreciate your honest perspective when it comes to BTS and jikook in particular. I am an “older” Army and can appreciate the viewpoint of someone who’s lived life a little and has seen many types of relationships. It’s very hard to not realize there’s something between JK and Jimin when you’ve seen examples of it time and time again in your own life or those around you. So thank you for making me feel less crazy!

I haven’t followed your page for very long and realize you may have touched on this in the past, but I was wondering what your thoughts are on this: Could V sometimes bringing up Jungkook/Jimin together or separately (usually Jungkook…let’s be real) and mentioning that they’ve hung out with him or seemingly being “encouraging” of a certain ship, possibly be his odd way of trying to distract from the real relationship he knows exists between jikook? Like in his own special Teahyung way be trying to help? For a long time, there has always been something that didn’t quite sit right with me when it came to V. I think it was his constant need for attention….don’t get me wrong, I love many things about him as well and know he can’t be very sweet and thoughtful and funny and endearing. I love them all very much. But am wondering what you think about V sounding like he sometimes encourages a taekook ship (ie, the last surprise live at JKs house or the live where he mentioned gaming with JK) because maybe in his own special way, he’s trying to protect? He does tend to do things in a very unique way. I don’t know! Let me know what you think!

Hey @sweetbslm108, welcome and thank you.

And hi @nut2019 😊

Now, I know both of these asks are kind of on the different sides of the spectrum, but I kind of felt like they can be answered together, because of the one communality, and that's, but of course, Tae THE MAN.

Also, before starting I need to say this is all my opinion. Take it or leave it.

I think I kinda talked about this here a bit too:

Let me just clarify what Tae shared in his IG story yesterday @nut 2019. It was a photo and a clip taken on the night after the movie premiere that JK and Tae went to, which was the 24-25 April 2023 - which as of today is 3 weeks ago. It's clearly that night and it's also clear it's not a date or an outing of the two alone, but a group outing with Tae and his friends (a couple from the Wooga squad and a couple I personally do not recognize). Yes, he posted it on Yellow day, but clearly has zero to do with that day.

I don't think Tae is encouraging the ship, but as an agent of chaos, he might be enjoying the aftermath of his handy work, maybe a little too much, lol.

Look, let's get serious here for a sec.

I love Tae to bits. I think it was even in one of the comments to the post I linked that someone mentioned thinking he's neuro divergent, and I was going "YES, FINALLY", because I've been saying this since forever. I'm no psychiatrist, so obviously I won't be handing out a diagnosis here, but, that said, his behavior, his quirkiness, his lack of understanding social queues and others emotions at times. The way he just says what pops to head, no matter if it has anything to do with the subject, and no matter what the consequences might be (take his 2015 radio interview fiasco literally outing JM on live air).

Tae is who he is. Always has been. And we all need to remember that the others all love him. All of them (including those we tend to champion). They might be frustrated with him at times. Angry with him. Might want to end him at times (from what JK spilled about the dumpling fight I kind of feel that was one of those times, lol), but you know, we all have those days with our loved ones too, so yeah.

In any case, whatever it may be, since the hiatus Tae has started to move in a certain recognized pattern that many Jikookers aren't happy with.

I understand the frustration that not only Jikookers have with him when it comes to that (and I'm saying that Tae stans are also feeling it). It feels like he lacks the energy to give to the fandom, interact with them, and maybe he feels that by dropping JK's name or posting a pic or clip with him he's making them happy (obviously aware of how much JK is loved), all while he obviously also is well aware of the chaos he's creating by doing so (claiming that he doesn't is a little naïve). It's kind of a minimum work maximum impact situation.

You are right @sweetbslm108 about Tae's mind being different to ours, it feels like his thought process is on a different parallel level. It's not by chance that JM called him his alien, lol. But saying that, I really don't think that this is his twisted way of going about protecting Jikook. I, personally, have no issues with him mentioning JK if it's part of the natural development of the conversation, kind of like he did during his live a few weeks back in the car. Doing so while talking about this and that, maybe also mentioning the others. They are good friends and clearly have gotten closer over the last few months (I'd say them being left for last and JM being MIA for JK did that), and it's natural they spend time together and it's great if he let's us know about it. But why only JK lately? That's what I keep asking myself, because he's not the only member he's in touch with or spent time with in the past few months. And coming live for a few minutes and dropping JK's name for what seems so purposeful, so much so that I've seen several Tae stans complaining about it. Because it doesn't feel natural. It doesn't feel like he's coming to talk to army or update them.

And I feel like it's ok to criticize him, criticize his behavior.

JK himself (there I go name dropping) said they are only human, which they are.

I keep saying it too, human beings with feelings and wants and needs, not 2 dimensional characters like many fans see them as.

And as such, they are not infallible. And they are definitely not beyond reproach.

And saying out loud, sounding said criticism, it doesn't make you a hater.

We criticize our loved ones, reprimand them when we feel they are doing wrong, and we do it out of love. So what's the difference here?

It should be part of the open discussion. Those who think it's wrong, those who don't, all respectful, no hate.

NO HATE!!

We don't do hate!!!

We love all 7 members.

We might feel more of an emotional connection with some rather than others, but we love them all, each in their own way.

And if I wasn't clear about it, then that includes Tae, even if sometimes he does things that might be infuriating.

My daughters can infuriate me at times, doesn't make me love them any less. Also doesn't stop me from letting them know I don't agree with their behavior.

I will end this by saying that we are all different people, we come from different backgrounds, different places in the world, different professions or schooling, different upbringings, different cultures, different life experiences, just different. All those are our baselines. The things that make us who we are, what we think, what we do.

And being different, all gathering here, voicing our opinions, talking to each other, hearing each other out, that will, at the end of the day make us better people. I do believe that. Being able to listen to one another and at times allow ourselves to be convinced one way or another, that makes us better.

Bottom line:

Tae is an agent of chaos. We love him, even when said chaos he is causing can be infuriating (and the thing is, all he's doing is mentioning his friend or posting a pic of them together, but it's what transpires from that due to mainly I-army that irks us so much).

We are also allowed to call him out on it.

No hate. Period.

Have a civil discussion.

You can voice your opinions here, as long as it's respectful and without hate. Not towards the members and not towards each other.

#ask

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Childhood Crush

Chapter 8: Cast Iron

Killer x gn!reader

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Once your brother was gone, you sighed. “It’s like working with a bunch of toddlers, I swear.” You turned back to your work, making some notes about what you needed to get done for the rest of the day. Ugh, you were having a hard time focusing. Maybe you needed to grab a snack.

There was a knock on the doorframe and you jumped.

“Y/n? Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

You turned, seeing Killer standing there. “It’s fi-” Your words cut off as you realized Killer’s helmet in his hands and he was sporting a nasty head wound.

“Oh, Killi,” you grumbled. “What the fuck.” You pinched the bridge of your nose before pulling out a chair. You pointed at it. “Sit.” He immediately obeyed, sitting in the chair just as you asked, setting his helmet on the desk next to it.

“What happened?” You didn’t bother looking over as you fished around for your things.

“Uh, sparring.”

You stopped, looking at him. “Sparring.” You repeated, a tinge of disbelief in your words, but you didn’t protest. Now that you had a closer look at it, you were pretty sure it just looked worse than it was.

You walked over to him, standing in between his legs, like you had done a couple times before, moving his hair out of the way to get better access. “You know, you’ll end up with brain damage if you keep getting your head hurt like this.”

You let out a sharp sigh of frustration. All his fucking hair was irritating you. You ripped your own hair clip out - your hair had gotten a little long because you didn't exactly have time to get it cut. And you didn’t trust anyone on the ship to do it. You let your own hair tumble as you pinned Killer’s out of the way. “That’s better,” you mumbled. He seemed to shift in the chair as he watched you for a moment, his face turning red. An infection? A fever? You’d check in a moment.

Then you realized something.

“Killer…” There was a sign of irritation in your voice. You noticed that this was an older wound that hadn’t been tended to and it reopened.

With his lack of answer, you stepped back, putting your hands on your hips, staring at him. He was avoiding eye contact with you.

“Care to explain?”

“Explain what?”

“I sweat to fuck I will end you.” You glared at him. “How old is it?”

“A few days?”

“A few-” You guffawed. “Are you fucking joking? I’m going to beat the shit out of you, I swear. Why didn’t you come to me?” You stepped back towards him, beginning to clean up the wound.

“You were busy…”

You pulled back again to stare at him, but he was avoiding your gaze once more. You put your fingers under his chin and forced him to look at you. “Killer,” you said. He looked startled, staring at you with wide eyes. “I always have time for you, for one. For two, I’m the ship's doctor, this is literally my job.” You let him go, moving back to cleaning and patching up his wound.

You felt him squirm for a moment. “You keep moving like that, I’m going to end up stabbing you,” you mumbled with a roll of your eyes. You noticed him turning red at the corner of your eye, but didn’t say anything. You didn’t see any sign of infection, maybe it was just hot in here.

“I don’t know how you skated by with no infection,” you mumbled, rambling your own personal notes to yourself. “However, you do need a couple of stitches. Nothing too crazy though.” You could handle two stitches. Besides, it was a good arm day, so you knew it’d be fine.

He just nodded, his face red. Maybe you should check for a fever. It was flu season, after all.

As you began stitching, he hissed, his hands finding their way to your hips - as they always did - gripping you tightly. And, as always, you tried your best to bite back whatever noises threatened to escape from your mouth. You focused your hardest on the task at hand.

Luckily, or maybe it was unluckily - jury was still out on that one, it didn’t take too long for you to do what you needed to. You finished up, applying the salve as Killer’s hands removed themselves from your hips.

You almost frowned at the lack of contact, but you were able to keep a straight face.

You grabbed your hairpin out of his hair and put it back up in your own. Maybe you’d cut it later today. “Next time, swing by. It doesn’t take long. I don’t care how busy I am, alright?” You grinned at him. He just looked at you with wide eyes for a moment and you blinked.

He seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in, taking off.

Watching him leave, you sighed. He always made your heart race no matter what he did. Ugh, you were so smitten and you hated it. How long had it been at this point? Ten years? More than that? You thought it would slowly fade away over time, but it only seemed to get worse - you were just better at hiding it.

You noticed his helmet on the desk. “Huh, he’s not usually forgetful,” you mumbled, picking it up. It was fine, you could take it to him. You notice something fall out and float to the ground. You stared at it for a moment. Was it a photograph? The paper certainly looked like it. You knelt down about to pick it up when someone else swiped it up before you. You blinked in confusion, looking up as you saw Killer.

“Uh…” He seemed to be at a loss for words.

“Was that a picture of someone?” You grinned, easily falling into the roll of teasing him. “C’mon, you can trust me~” you said in a singsong voice. “Who is it? A crush?” Just the thought of it was soul crushing for you, but this would be the best thing for you to move on, honestly.

He was your brother’s best friend - it just wasn’t in the cards for you.

“Uh…” His face was growing more and more red by the second. He took the helmet out of your hands gently, placing the photo inside and putting it back on.

“I guess you could say that,” he mumbled.

It felt like the world was crashing around you, but you didn’t let it get to you. “Who is it?” you pressed, narrowing your eyes at him. “Do I know them?”

He was quiet. An evil grin spread across his face. “Doesn’t matter if you tell me or not. I’m going to find out.” You stepped towards him and he instantly took a step back before turning high tail out of there. You just chuckled as he left, mostly to hide your own pain.

Who was it? Was it someone you knew? Someone on the ship? Someone from back home? Someone from one of the passing islands? Maybe it was Victoria. Though, he would’ve told you if that was the case. You had already known about him and your brother’s crushes on her.

Curiosity was eating away at you. Perhaps it was also because you were trying to not focus on the heartache you were currently feeling. “I’ll ask Eustass,” you mumbled to yourself, heading out of your lab.

When you headed to the deck, you searched for your brother. “Looking for the captain?” You looked over at Dive, nodding. “Oh, how are your teeth, by the way?” You crouched down to her level - she was much shorter than everyone else. “Let me see.”

“They’re really good! They don’t break as easily and they even filled out!” She opened them so you could examine them. You took mental notes. All the chips and such seemed to have disappeared. “Good, I’m glad to hear.” You stood back up. “Just please stop chewing on the ship, you’re going to drive the captain crazy,” you mused.

Dive just laughed, putting her hands on her hips. “Yeah, yeah. He already gave me several earfuls about it. Wire ended up making me some wooden targets I can chew up to train.” You thought for a moment. “Maybe I can talk to the captain about making some sort of contraption to fling targets and you can get them out of the air.”

Her eyes lit up. “Would you do that, really?” She seemed absolutely excited. You laughed, nodding. “Of course. Anything for you, Dive.” She cheered again, running around you.

“Oh! Captain’s up on the upper deck talking to a new recruit! Lemme know when you make that thing!” Then she scampered off, probably finding someone to harass as she usually did.

You headed to the upper deck in search for your brother and finally spotted his red hair standing out. “Tungsten!”

“Come on over here, Bigs!” Eustass didn’t even look away from the guy he was talking to or really stop his conversation. After all, he knew your voice and you were the only one who called him that.

You bounded over to him, looking at the new guy. “Bigs, this is our new recruit, Kese. Kese, this is y/n.” Honestly, hearing your brother say your name at any point was weird. It was foreign to you and he always made a face when he said it. It was weird to the both of you.

“Oh! Pleasure to meet you,” he said, smoothly. He stuck out his hand and you took it. His grip was a bit on the tighter side, but you returned the sentiment. Perhaps he was sizing you up. However, there was a glint in his eye that you didn’t like.

“I heard the captain call you ‘Bigs’. Is this a nickname everyone calls you?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but your brother cut you off. His voice was flat and stern. “No. Only I call them that.” You just laughed and nodded. “Same with tungsten. Those names are reserved for only us.” You shrugged, folding your arms.

“Anyway,” you paused, turning to your brother. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

“I’m in the middle of something.”

“It’ll take like two seconds.”

“If it’s only going to ‘take like two seconds’,” he mocked you slightly and you glared at him, “then it can wait.”

You groaned. “It’s importaaaaaant. I can’t wait.”

“Can’t you get someone else to help.”

“No, you’re the only person.”

Eustass groaned, rolling his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re so fucking impossible sometimes, Bigs. You know that?” A shiteating grin, much akin to his, spread across your face. “I hate that grin,” he mumbled.

“You have the same one, dumbass.”

Your brother looked at the newcomer. “Give us just a moment, please?” Kese nodded, smiling. “Of course! I’m going to introduce myself to some of the others!” Then he turned, giving you a look that made your blood run cold before heading off.

The hell was that about?

“Okay. What the fuck do you want?”

“So, Killi was in my lab just now-”

“Oh, he finally got that injury patched up?”

You stopped, staring at him, your mouth agap. “You fucking knew?”

“Well, yeah. It’s the captain’s job to know about everything that happens on the ship.”

You swatted him in the arm and he cursed at you. “The fuck was that for?”

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me! Or make him come see me!”

“Not my job to baby him.” You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. Okay, okay. This was a whole different can of worms that you didn’t want to deal with right now. You sighed. “Okay, whatever. We’re moving on. Anyway.”

“Who does Killer have a crush on?” Ripping off the band-aid. Eustass and you always dealt with things head on for the most part. Bluntness was how it worked.

His eyes widened in surprise and he seemed to choke on nothing. “Huh?” He looked at you. “Crush? I don’t…huh?” You narrowed your eyes. Wow, that wasn’t suspicious at all.

“You heard me, obviously. A picture fell out of his helmet, but he snatched it up before I could see it. I did weasel out enough information to confirm it was someone he had a crush on.” You shrugged, folding your arms. “And you clearly know who it is. So spill.”

Eustass stared at you for a long moment, seemingly battling whatever inner monologue he was having with himself. “Well…did he say that? Or did you assume it and he went along with it?”

You opened your mouth, then closed it. You pursed your lips together, avoiding eye contact.

Your brother sneered at you, smirking. “As I fuckin’ thought. You know how awkward he can be sometimes. It’s probably nothing.” You knew Killer and Eustass long enough to know that that was a load of horseshit and you weren’t falling for it.

“You fucking liar.”

If looks could kill, you’d be dead right now. “The fuck you say?”

“You fuckin’ heard me!”

“I’m not a liar!”

“Are too!”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

You suddenly felt yourself being lifted and tossed over a shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Speak of the devil,” you grumbled. “What?”

“Killer! Fucking dammit!” You squirmed for a moment before going limp. You knew you wouldn’t be able to get out of his grip. You just heard your brother cackling. “I’m going to go finish my conversation with the new guy since ours is clearly over.” You crushed at him, thrashing on Killer’s shoulder.

You fell limp again with a groan as you felt Killer carrying you away from your brother. “Don’t forget! I’m making cabbage rolls tonight!” you called from your spot on the shoulder. You heard some other crewmates cheer in response.

You watched as your brother’s face lit up. “Oh, fuck yeah!”

After putting some distance between you and your brother, Killer set you down. “What was the argument about this time?”

“You,” you said, dusting yourself off. Even with his helmet, you could tell his expressions.

“I was trying to get answers from him about the picture when you didn’t give me any. He tried to tell me it wasn’t a crush, but I call bullshit and called him a liar and then it escalated.” You shrugged, standing back up straight, looking at Killer pointedly.

“I will find out who it is, Killer.” You poked him in the chest and he stepped back. “You can’t keep this from me forever and that’s a promise.”

You stepped back, smiling and putting your hands on your hips. “Now. Let’s go make some dinner!”

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #killer one piece #killer x reader #am fics #cc #massacre soldier killer

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metamorphosisff · 1 year

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|Chapter 10| Do Perfect Days Exist?

“Damnnnn, did you even try to duck?” Aiden winced dramatically as he took in the sight of my left eye.

“I was more concerned with making sure he didn’t fall down the stairs,” I said, snatching the bag of ice from his hands to place on my face. My day had already been long enough without him adding onto my annoyance. With all that had occurred, I forgot I made plans to hang out tonight but I was quickly reminded once I bumped into him in the lobby of my building.

“My bad but I did not expect you to look like a battered housewife when you pulled up,” he said, as we moved into my living room.

“You got one more crack before I kick your ass out,” I huffed, plopping down onto the couch.

Holding up his hands in retreat, he sat across from me in one of the arm chairs. “Aight I’m done. What happened over at the house?”

I took a deep breath before recounting my day. “Me and Pops were there all morning cutting the grass and tending to GiGi’s garden. We had just come in for lunch when Granddad lost it over us coming inside. Not being able to recognize us, he thought we were intruders, and attacked. In the midst of trying to get him to calm down, I caught a right hook to the eye. Then Pops and I got into it because I pointed out that these physical outbursts are becoming more frequent. Grandad is losing the present and getting stuck in 1967 but everyone is adamant about denying what’s happening.”

“Damn, that really sucks bro. I know they are not trying to hear it but he could seriously hurt someone. He is not old and fragile, he be moving,” Aiden said with a shake of his head.

Till this day, Granddad worked out religiously as it was a part of his routine, doctors advised we let him continue on with it as long as he had a partner to make sure he was safe. “This is what I’m saying. Like we don’t even know what his triggers are because he never talked about the war or anything he saw. It’s all so random.”

“Most Vets don’t. A lot of the guys I train are like that. They just burn themselves out until they are too tired to remember,” Aiden said.

“Which is terrible and another reason why I do what I do. People should have resources to deal with that and I wish my family would utilize the resources we have to make this less…everything shit,” I said, laying back onto the couch.

“You know how old Black folks are man. They live and die by that ‘keep it in the family’ mess unfortunately,” Aiden said.

“It’s literally the most frustrating shit to deal with,” I sighed, shaking my head. The ice might be helping my eye but the pain I felt ran deeper. Touched parts of me that I had yet to address with myself or anyone else for that matter. While everyone else got to run off of emotions, I had to lock mine away to be the logistic one. It was exhausting to say the least.

“Look I know we were supposed to hang but my mood is not the best right now.”

“Yeah I already told Rah to stay his ass at home. I’m gon’ head out and I’ll see you at the gym on Monday,” Aiden said, standing on his feet to get ready to let himself out.

While he joked and played around all day, Aiden never pushed when he knew I did not have the mental space for it. I was appreciative of that in more ways than one.

“I will be there, same time as always,” I confirmed, as he slapped my knee.

“Aight bro, stay up.”

Within a few seconds the sound of the front door clicking shut caused me to close my eyes. Taking a deep breath I tried to release the anger that still hummed underneath my skin. It was making me sweat through my clothes and giving me a headache. After a few moments, I pulled myself off of the couch so that I could lock the door. Then to the bathroom to strip down and wash the day from me. By the time I was settled, fed, and lying in bed, I still felt out of sorts. Being hit in the face wasn’t even the source of my discomfort. It was the look in my father’s eyes when he told me that if I couldn’t be man enough to handle this then I should not come around as often. That shit hurt more than Granddad’s fist. So much so that I did not say anything back though a few choice words were on the tip of my tongue.

Right when I was contemplating on going for a walk, my phone began to vibrate beside me. On the screen was a picture I took of Mila the first time we hung out. Her head is tipped back as sunlight washes over her smile. I answer immediately.

“Hey Mi-

“What happened to your face?” she said, cutting me off.

She was lying down initially but she props herself up quickly and brings the phone close to her face so that she can inspect mine as best as she can through Facetime.

“Granddad, it was an accident. Please tell me your day went better than mine,” I chuckled softly.

She peered into my eyes before a slow sigh escaped her lips. She knows I’m trying to switch the subject and gives me the respite I desperately need.

“It did, got this cute picture out of it,” she says, sharing her screen with me. In seconds, I see a picture of Papi knocked out on her couch with his copy of The Amazing Spiderman on his chest.

“That is a pretty cute pic and it looks like he’s almost done. I’ll have to get him another next time I go,” I said, as the screen returns to normal.

“He would like that,” she said with a small smile and I’m relieved she’s learning not to fight me on such matters. “Thank you.”

“It’s nothing. What were y’all up to?” I ask.

“Nothing really, spent the morning cleaning and shopping like usual. Then Mari had to work. Papi was out with his little friends and I started the WandaVision show while applying to some more jobs. It was actually very productive now that I’m saying all of that out loud,” she said.

“It sounds like it. I’m surprised you decided to watch the show though. You didn’t seem too sold on it when I tried to explain what it was about,” I said, causing both of us to chuckle.

She playfully rolled her eyes, tossing braids over her shoulder while saying, “Well you do that puppy dog eyed thing when you get excited and that swayed me more than your description.”

I snorted. “Puppy dog eyed thing?”

“Yeah, like your eyes get huge and all of your emotions are on display, making what you're feeling so…tangible. Like I could reach out and grab it if I wanted to,” she explained.

Hearing that I was so open visually didn’t make me uncomfortable because it further proved what I already knew to be true. Mila and I were supposed to be doing this, building the friendship we were so that when we are ready for the relationship aspect it would bloom fruitfully.

“I’ve never been good at hiding my emotions so I guess that tracks,” I said.

She hummed in agreement. “Puppy dog eye thing aside, I like learning about what you’re into. Your interests are a part of you.”

I know it was wrong to compare Mila to Mariah but I only did so when I realized how much was lacking with the latter. After a while I found myself changing into the person she wanted me to be over being myself and that still didn’t meet her expectations. Here Mila was accepting me at face value. It meant everything.

“Same, I like doing that too. That is why you are going to let me take you out this week. When are you free?” I asked.

“Thursday is my only day off but I know you have the meeting,” she said.

“I won’t be going into work this week due to this,” I said pointing to my eye which she winced at since the swelling had gotten progressively worse since we’ve been on the phone. “We can do something before then. What do you say?”

“I say…Issa date,” she said.

“And you call me corny,” I grinned.

“What can I say, you're rubbing off on me,” she said with a shrug before looking away from the camera as a blush crept into her cheeks.

“That’s not a bad thing,” I said, as I sank into the bed. The weight of today was finally bearing down on me. There was something about her presence that had soothed the tension that had been in my body ever since I got home.

“Perhaps…are you about to fall asleep on me?” she asked, switching the subject, amusement laced in her tone. Normally, I was the one teasing her about being the first one to knock out.

“Nah, I’m just resting my eyes a bit baby,” I said, propping the phone against another pillow so that my hands were free to position themselves on my side.

“Ha,” she chuckled, as she peered at me. “That is the oldest excuse in the book. It’s okay if you're tired X, you’ve had quite the day.”

“That is one way to describe it,” I say as our eyes lock.

Her expression softens as she bites down on her lips, mulling over her thoughts before saying, “Well the best part of each day is that they all come to an end no matter how great or shitty. Today’s over, put it behind you.”

She was right, today did not need to be carried into any of my tomorrows. The raw feelings I had towards my father would scab over with time but until then? I was not carrying a weight that wasn’t mine to bear any more.

So far, today was one of those days that I wanted to carry into a million tomorrows. Taking time off from work allowed me to wake up and hit the gym early which put me in a great mood before I met up with Mila at her place. Together we dropped Papi at his summer camp where he made me promise to treat his auntie right via pinky swear. Once our business deal was sealed, I got to work making good on my end of the agreement. We had breakfast at this french bistro downtown called Café Paulette where the crepes we had melted on our tongues. Then I got to surprise her with a day at the BAM theater which made her eyes light up.

From all of our late night conversations I learned the reason Mila wasn’t up on the latest shows is because she loved old movies. When she got a significant amount of free time that is what she would be doing. Today’s double feature was centered around Dorothy Dandridge with a showing of both Carmen and Porgy and Bess. The best part of stepping into her world today was seeing the joy on her face. The snarky Mila was tucked away for the better part of five hours. The movies put her in such a soft place that I was able to convince her to come with me to the meeting over our late lunch at Shake Shack. Now here we were sitting side by side as the last of the group settled in around us.

She’s fiddling with our friendship bracelet on her wrist, tracing the letter bead over and over, which lets me know she is nervous. Reaching over, I grasp one of her hands and give it a squeeze. “Chill out, you aren’t under interrogation. You don’t have to speak if you don’t want to,” I joked, causing her to playfully roll her eyes.

“I know that but the thing is I think that I do and before you ask, no we are not about to talk about this or else I won’t do it,” she rushed out causing me to smile and squeeze her hand again.

I totally get where she is coming from. What I thought were signs of nerves was actually her building up the courage to do the one thing she previously claimed she wouldn’t. This was a big step and the last thing I wanted to do was accidentally talk her out of it.

“Okay, we are not pre-talking about this,” I said.

“Thank you.”

I squeezed her hand one last time before I got up to check the halls for any more people. After ushering in the stragglers it was time to get this started. I walked to the middle of the circle and everyone quieted down on their own so I didn't have to do my signature two claps.

“Hey everyone, we're going to get started now. I want to welcome anyone who’s new here tonight, thanks for coming out,” I said as I tossed a friendly wave to a few new faces. “We don’t exchange names here unless you want to. Please refrain from dropping any other name but your own. Other than that, who wants to kick off ‘That Bullshit’?”

One of the regulars, a middle aged man named Hector raised his hand and I nodded my head to signal that he could begin.

“Y’all wouldn’t believe the week I’ve had,” he begins animatedly causing the group to laugh which I appreciate.

It breaks the tension and intimidation some might have when being in such an intimate space with practical strangers. I watch as shoulders ease and people become more relaxed in their seats. For the next forty minutes I listen as most of the group shares struggles that range from petty to downright egregious. Right when I was about to close out the meeting Mila found her voice.

“Hey y’all I’m new to this sharing thing so excuse me if I stutter,” Mila jokes, causing a few chuckles.

“That’s alright chile,” Brenda, another regular added, sending her a wink of support.

“I uh, had one of the best days in a really long time today,” Mila started, tucking a braid behind her ear before flashing me a quick glance. “I got to watch classic movies with someone whose company I truly cherish and I’m grateful because for so long I’ve been lonely. I couldn’t truly bask in the happiness though because watching classic Hollywood movies is something my mom and I used to do. So I’m sitting there and it hits me right in the middle of Carmen, you know the scene where she has him all hot and bothered?”

A few chuckles echo around the room and Hector says, “I know it well.”

“Well yeah it’s then that I realize my mom really left me out in this world alone. Both her and my father don’t think I’m more important than their addiction. That I’m not worth more than their addiction. I know that’s a selfish way to feel but I can’t help it. I hate that in the middle of such a high that my reality can bring me to such a low. Will their absence always haunt my happiness? It's just-,” she stops before taking a sharp inhale. I reach over and grasp her hand at the same moment it searches for mine. Taking another breath, she rights herself, and continues. “It’s just unfair and that is that bullshit.”

“Thank you for sharing,” I said, tossing her a small smile as she sent me a watery one back. I wanted nothing more than to pull her in my arms but that would have to wait until we were alone.

“Time is drawing to a close but before we get out of here you know we have to each share one thing that made us smile this week. I’ll kick it off and say that a ten year old made me smile when he made me pinky promise to treat his aunt right but I was going to do that anyway because that’s how I am,” I said, quoting a popular video and making everyone laugh.

Round and round it went until everyone got a chance to share for the last time. With that the meeting had officially come to a close. Mila and a few others stayed behind to help me clean up before we headed out into the night air. Once we were alone, I tucked her underneath my arm and she instantly wrapped her arm around my waist as I placed a kiss on her forehead.

“I know it wasn’t easy but I’m glad you got some of that off of your chest,” I said.

“Thanks. I don’t know quite what to do with all of the feelings I have regarding my parents but I must admit it felt good to get out,” she said dramatically causing me to chuckle. Looking up at me she used her free hand to point in my direction. “But under no circumstances does that mean my sharing with the group will become a regular occurrence.”

“Of course not, I told you it’s not an obligation, it’s an option. That’s all,” I said, as we approached the F train station. “I know we’ve been together all day but I’m not ready for it to end.”

“It doesn’t feel like enough for me either,” she says, gazing ahead on the train station with noticeable disdain.

“Then can I suggest you come home with me?” I asked, tipping her chin so that her eyes aligned with mine once more. The setting sun amplifies the flecks of honey in the brown orbs that makes her seem majestic. Carefree Mila is by far the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

“Yes, you can because I am inclined to agree after seeing the size of the TV in your living room,” she said.

“MCU marathon in chronological order until we fall asleep?” I questioned, causing her to groan but nod her head nonetheless.

“Lead the way Iron Man.”

The fort was Mila’s idea.

After we both showered and changed into lounging clothes it was she who decided we transform my living room into a fort while we waited for DoorDash to bring us our dinner. We grabbed sheets from the guest bedroom and using my Swiffer as a base point, we erected a tent over the couch. On the floor was a makeshift pallet made out of the couch cushions and in front of us were the bag of snacks we had yet to get into after eating the Chinese we ordered. Currently, my back was resting against the couch while Mila laid in my lap. My fingers twirled the ends of her braids as we watched our second movie of the night, The Incredible Hulk.

Turning on her back suddenly, she pivoted her body so that she was facing me entirely. I cupped my hands around her waist to help hold her upright and to bring her closer. “You supposed to be watching the movie,” I chuckled.

“I know but I was thinking about your Granddad. How is he doing?” she asked.

“From what I’ve heard from my cousins, he’s fine. Hasn’t had an outburst yet this week so that’s good. My grandma was asking when I was going to make my way out there but I think I need some more time away. Not from him per se but the situation itself,” I sighed out.

Reaching up, her fingers softly brushed the small sliver that remained of the bruise that had been underneath my eye. “That’s reasonable, burn out can happen in our personal lives too. Especially when we feel like we’re screaming into the void.”

“Exactly and I think I’m tired of screaming. Which makes me feel guilty,” I sighed.

“That guilt isn’t yours to claim. It’s a byproduct of an incredibly sticky situation that is unfortunately out of your control,” she said, her fingers dropping from under my eye to softly trail against the underside of my jaw.

“I know but I guess knowing doesn’t make it easier,” I said.

“No it doesn’t,” she said, offering me a small smile. “But you will be able to stand taller knowing that you served your grandfather well.”

Her words unlocked the tightness that had been in my chest since last Saturday. All I wanted was some acknowledgement that I was doing the right thing. It was getting harder for me to believe when everyone else thought I was being careless or impatient with my reasoning of wanting Granddad in a facility.

“Thank you, that means a lot to me coming from you. You mean a lot to me,” I said, leaning down to place my lips on hers.

She kissed me back before nuzzling her nose with mine, “You sort’ve, kinda, maybe, mean a lot to me too.”

I snorted before breaking out into full laughter. The type that makes the sides of your stomach hurt and her laughter formed a symphony with mine. Flipping us over, I began to tickle her causing her to squeal, as her braids were splayed out over her face from the sudden movement.

“You get on my nerves,” I chuckled, as she laughed underneath me.

“But you like it so it’s okay,” she giggled, pushing her hair out of her eyes.

Leaning down I captured her lips in another kiss because for the umpteenth time today Mila was right. Her arms wrap around my shoulders the same time her legs wrap around my waist. My hands find themselves in her braids as our kiss goes from playful to heated. Our kiss is exploratory as we indulge in the taste of each other. I’m about to split the seam of her lips with my tongue when my phone begins to ring. I groan, pulling away with one last kiss.

“I’m sorry but that’s my sister’s ringtone,” I said, as I separated myself from Mila to grab my phone.

“No worries, I’m going to take this trash to the kitchen,” she says, grabbing up the bags from dinner.

When I answer, all I hear is sirens in the background that immediately put me on high alert. “Ava what’s wrong?”

“It’s Dad!”

#metamorphasisff #slow burn romance #black romance #Black Fiction #zendaya x mjb #I made this chapter extra long to make up for the delay #enjoy!

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lucifers-horror-harem · 2 years

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CHARLOTTE CONGRATS ON 1.5K WTH!!!! so, if this is still open *fingers fuckin’ crossed* i was HOPINGGGG you could do something for The Lost Boys (maybe poly 👀 or if you want to choose just one than David hehe) and blindfolds >:) Love your writing and I can’t wait for you to hit another milestone, you deserve it!

AWWWW THANK U B I’m so sorry this took me so long to the point where i literally just hit 2k followers lmao shwoopsies BUT i think i FINALLY got this fic where I wanted it to be at!!! Seriously thank you for giving me the opportunity to not only write some poly and my first poly with the Lost Boys YAY!!! I hope this hits all the spots for you and it was worth the wait <3 <3 <3

Unfair Game

1.7k Words. Poly!Lost Boys x Gender Neutral AFAB Reader. Warnings: Overstimulation, blindfolds, vampire bites, blood from said bites, oral receiving, unfair games, somewhat of a five-way, cocky vampire boys.

"How about we play a game?"

That phrase, coupled with the blindfold in David's hands and the inability for Paul and Marko to suppress their smirks led you to believe this wouldn't be some innocent game. Knowing your partners and their tendencies to lovingly pester and tease, you shouldn't be surprised. But they tended to make their shenanigans worthwhile in the end, so you decided to play along.

As David securely tied the blindfold over your eyes, he explained the rules. "We're going to take turns playing with you, and it's your job to guess which one of us it is. It's as simple as that." He punctuated it with another firm tug on the knot, and you were almost certain the creases in the fabric would imprint on your skin.

"You didn't mention what the winner gets."

The chorus of snickers that came in response made you roll your eyes, not that any of them could see it. "So pushy," David gently scolded you. "Well, if you must know, I think if we win we get to have a little fun with you. And if you win, you get to have a little fun with us. Sounds good?"

You snorted. "So either way this is rigged so you guys get to fuck me, hmm?"

"Maybe you should play and find out." Dwayne's voice suddenly whispered next to you, and you couldn't help but jump a little. They really had a way of sneaking up on you. Maybe this wouldn't be as easy as you thought.

It never was with them.

So as you sat on the bed, vaguely aware of all of them circling around you, your fingers curled in the sheets as you braced yourself for the first strike. Wondering how it would happen and what they would do. You were in your underwear, about as vulnerable as you could be in this position. Not to mention the intentional brushes along your arm and the occasional blowing on the back of your neck to make you jump.

A gasp ripped from your throat as a sudden pair of thick, rough hands clamped down on the tops of your thighs. Barely wasting a moment, your brain connected the dots as fast as the hands had come down. “Paul!”

You couldn’t help but smirk at the hooting and hollering that erupted from the room, all while Paul sputtered in front of you. “Oh come on! I didn’t even get to do anything yet!” Paul whined in frustration as his hands tightened around your thighs. “You’re cheating.”

Before you could say anything, Marko chimed in, “As if they couldn’t figure out whose mitts those were from how often you’re grabbing them.”

It was true. Paul’s hands were always on you as much as possible, as if he thought you would sneak away from him at any second. He would coil around you like a snake, making sure you never escaped his teasing. That’s what always gave him away.

“I’ll make it up to you later, handsome,” you cooed as you patted Paul’s cheeks. Paul only mumbled something to himself before slinking away in defeat.

One down, three to go.

As it was, your chances got better with each one out of the game. It was practically rigged in your favor. Which meant that there was a catch somewhere. You weren’t sure yet.

A chill washed over you as a single finger traced up your spine, and you subconsciously arched into it. Lips trailed closely behind, skimming over your skin before a tongue followed. You couldn’t help the little whine that tumbled from your mouth which only seemed to spurn them on.

Their nose buried against the curve of your shoulder, taking in your smell, made you long for more. Telltale fangs tantalized the skin as they scratched back and forth, knowing that with a flick of their jaw they could pierce your flesh so easily. Letting your head roll back to give him space, you almost forgot that you were playing a game. Almost.

“Dwayne?” you whispered, knowing he was one of the most tender and restrained of the lot. Marko would get too overzealous being that close to your neck and David wouldn’t be so gentle in his teasing.

You were rewarded with a low hum, followed by Dwayne whispering, “You got me,” against the back of your neck before retreating again.

Two more.

You were in the home stretch. Once you guessed this one, you would know who was left and win the game. Victory was within reach.

Until they grabbed you from all sides.

Jumping out of your skin, you yelped and struggled against the two sets of hands that held each of your hands on the bed, preventing you from grabbing them back. One of them had settled between your thighs, their hot breath teasing your clothed sex. The other one was behind you, hands roaming your chest and stomach as he rut his own jean-clad erection into your back.

“No fair, you’re all cheating!” you cried out as the four of them laughed in response.

“No one said anything about needing to go one at a time, sweetheart,” Dwayne whispered into your ear.

So that’s how they were going to play it. Fine. You could handle it. They weren’t that bad to deal with on a regular basis, and you could pick them out just as quickly. But now that they’ve turned the tables on you, you weren’t too sure.

Your underwear was pulled to the side quickly, one of the boys beginning to suck on your clit with such fervor you could barely cry out much less speak. When you threw your head back, the one behind you latched onto your neck, sucking and nipping at the delicate skin. The hands wrapped around your arms held firm, and all you could do was dig your ankles into your partner’s back as he lewdly slurped and suckled your sex.

If you didn’t focus on who was who now, you would be lost in their affections before you knew it, not to mention you knew they would never let it go. But how could you? All you could think about were the fangs threatening to prick your neck, followed by the tongue that lapped at your pulse. The hands that pinned your hips down made it harder to get any sort of friction, leaving you at the mercy of the skilled tongue weaving loops around and through your lips. All of them were good at oral and biting your neck, and it would be damn near impossible to parse out which one was David and which one Marko.

Until you noticed another itch at your neck, and it wasn’t from the fangs. The notable feel of stubble dragged back and forth across your neck as he continued to nip along your collar.

With as much control you could muster, you uttered, “Daaaaavid.” God, the way you said it sounded so pathetic, practically mewling for him. The laughter that came after only further cemented your embarrassment.

Suddenly one of your hands fell out from under you as Paul yanked it up, causing you to fall back further onto who you suspected was David. He didn’t falter as he continued to allow the hickies that were surely there by now to bloom over your skin. Paul allowed your fingers to intertwine with his, as he practically purred against your hand, “You’re so cute when you’re acting so pathetically needy for us.”

“Be more specific,” Dwayne whispered huskily into your other ear. “Tell us exactly where David is.”

They only seemed to grow more smug the more you squirmed in their grasp. It was a struggle to even whine that single word much less form a full sentence. They certainly knew this fact because their touches only seemed to amplify this desire to keep the game going for as long as possible.

As you were beginning to form the first word, David’s fangs finally broke the thin barrier of your skin and began to lap up the blood that began to pool under his fangs. Your breath caught in the back of your throat, whimpering as he continued to slowly devour you.

“He’s…” is the only thing you’re able to utter before the sharp crack of a hand against your thigh causes you to dig your heel further into Marko’s back and cry out pathetically. The vibrations of his laughter caused a fresh wave of tingling need over your sex, his tongue delving deeper inside of you as your toes began to curl.

“Behind…” you yelp as deft fingers pinch your nippled roughly. When had your bra even been pushed down? You couldn’t remember. Deft fingers plucked and rolled your hardening nipples as you arched your back against David’s chest.

Now hands were grasping from all directions. One was slithering up your throat, another wrapped around your waist. Mouths following behind, nipping and suckling on any inch of flesh they could. Nails pinched your thighs as new fingers circled your clit while Marko’s tongue lapped at your dripping entrance. Fingers were hooked into your mouth, trying to silence the word on the tip of your tongue that would end the game completely.

“Me!”

It was muffled, but it did the job. Instantly, the ministrations halted just enough to leave you limp, dropping back onto David’s chest, your legs still hanging limply off of Marko’s shoulders. Even with the cooing remarks of how good you were, and the removal of the blindfold, your bleary vision couldn’t process them clearly. You barely remember cumming and yet your body was completely spent, the bites certainly contributing to how lightheaded you felt.

“What reward do you want, sweetheart?” David’s lips were pressed directly against your ear, his hot breath fanning your throat.

Eyes closed, the most you could think of to mumble was, “Sleep first.”

“Well, if that’s all you want for your reward…”

You couldn’t even bother to argue with the chorus of smug giggles that erupted from your lovers at their deliberate misinterpretation of your words. You’d get them back later. But for now, you let them bring you to lay back on the bed, all of them finding some way of snuggling up to you, and allowing yourself to drift off into an exhausted slumber for as long as they would allow you to rest up before the next silly antics they would pull on you next.

#poly!lost boys x reader #poly!lost boys #slasher x reader #david lost boys #dwayne lost boys #paul lost boys #marko lost boys

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bots-and-cons · 1 year

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Tfp Bee, Optimus, ratch reacting to their human charge being a little too aggressive towards everything, always being in fights albeit from kids at their school talking behind their back so they use violence as an answer, human charge WILL literally use violence as an answer for everything. For example human charge tends to arrive at base with bloody fists, bloody/broken nose, bruises, black eyes, etc any wounds that you sustain from a fight. I can imagine them bothering their human charge for answers but charge refuses and just gets more provoked agitated so charge stays quiet outta frustration cause charge doesn't wanna cause any arguments. I can also see ratch offering to clean up their wounds or patch them up but charge refuses so ratch won't let them leave unless they let him or he has to force himself to clean them up.

This is kinda meh, but oh well

~Ratchet~

•Ratchet knew you were in trouble the first time you came to the base with a bloody nose and bruised knuckles

•The team had taken you under their protection in the past weekend, and since it was now Monday, you had been to school

•He of course asked what had happened and who attacked you, because he didn’t think you were the instigator, since he didn’t know you well yet

•And I guess technically you didn’t start it, since those other kids talked shit about you, but you did start the fight

•Ratchet couldn’t get an answer out of you and you wouldn’t let him look at your injuries, so he was at a loss for what to do

•You got really annoyed at Ratchet for bugging you about the whole thing and yelled at him that it was none of his business and then hit his leg

•That of course didn’t hurt Ratchet, but he was really worried about your reaction

•What if you weren’t safe for the trouble trio to be around? He didn’t want anyone to get hurt, but they couldn’t just leave you on your own either

•Ratchet insisted you let him clean your injuries and check you hadn’t broken your hand when you hit him

•You eventually just tell him to give you the first aid kit and that you were going to do it yourself

•Ratchet keeps an eye on you while you patch yourself up, but he decides he isn’t going to push you any more about what happened

~Bumblebee~

•When Bee came to pick you up from school after you called him in the middle of the day, he noticed immediately that you were hurt

•You had been forced to go be checked out at the nurse’s office, so you were already patched up, but obviously the bandages aren’t invisible

•As soon as you’re sitting on the backseat, he’s asking you what happened

•You’re not saying anything, and just cross your arms over your chest and look out the window

•Bee doesn’t press it, at least not before the two of you get back to the base

•He just buzzes about all the other stuff that’s going on, hoping to distract you

•When you get to the base, Bee immediately tells Ratchet about your condition and asks him to talk to you, because Bee doesn’t know how or what to say

•Ratchet tries, but you’re even more annoyed with him than Bee

•Nobody can get answers out of you and they’re all really worried, Bee especially

~Optimus Prime~

•You’ve been with the team for under a week, when you come to the base bloody for the first time

•Optimus is immediately insisting you tell him what happened

•He feels very responsible for you and he knows this can’t be anything good

•You refuse to tell him what happened, other than that you got expelled from school and you would be spending more time at the base

•Optimus is desperately trying to get you to tell him what happened, but you’re not budging

•Optimus insists you at least let Ratchet examine you, but you’re not having that either

•You just tell him you can take care of yourself and that it’s nothing for him to worry about

•This of course doesn’t ease Optimus’ worry at all, but he doesn’t know what else to do

•He just tells you he’s there if you want to talk about anything, but you seem to pretty much ignore him

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #autobots #optimus prime #ratchet #bumblebee #tfp headcanons #reader insert #platonic transformers x reader #violence tw

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mint-yooxgi · 2 years

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can we have pt 2 of alpha mark I swear all your mark fics are always the best theyre just something about them thats *chefs kiss*

Part One

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There are times when you can almost forget what Mark has done, and what he is. So many times, he wears this indescribable excitement around you, the smile radiating the whole room. Of course, the fact that you had a small crush on the boy from the coffee shop didn’t help at all. He’s been sweet, until he’s not.

After that fateful evening, he had taken you back to his house to live with him and what he described to you as his pack mates. If it wasn’t for the way he acts, the way they all act, you still wouldn’t have believed for yourself that he’s a wolf. Also, the fact that he literally tore out a guy’s throat right in front of you is a pretty strong contender, too.

The first few days you had tried to escape. None of his ‘brothers’ seemed to want to believe you that you were brought here against your will. That, or they didn’t care. Besides, most of them tend to avoid you. Who knows what Mark told them about you to make them act this way. Only, you can tell at least one of them appears sympathetic to your situation.

The next opportunity you get while Mark is out of the house, you’re cornering Jungwoo in the hall.

“Please, you’ve got to help me.” You meet his gaze, tears threatening to gather in your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he shakes his head, “I can’t do anything.”

“Yes, you can!” You grab his arms, shaking him slightly. “Just help me get out of here, I can’t live like this much longer.”

Jungwoo genuinely looks pained, “you have to. Coming between another wolf and their mate, especially when that wolf is my brother, would be treason. You are his. You have to accept that.”

“I don't fucking want to accept that!” You practically shout before you’re collecting yourself once more. “What is with you wolves and this stupid notion that you think you own someone just because they’re apparently your mate?”

“I’m sorry.” Jungwoo sighs, gently removing your hands from his arms and giving them a slight squeeze. “The sooner you accept your situation, the better it will be for all of us. Especially you.”

Smiling softly at you, Jungwoo drops your hands and walks off before you can say another word. As you watch his retreating form, you blink away the tears of frustration that threaten to fall. You retreat back into you room, or rather, Mark’s room.

About half an hour later, you’ve managed to calm yourself down enough to stop crying. You lay on the bed, back turned to the door as you hear it get pushed open. You don’t even need to look to know it’s Mark.

Stepping into the room, Mark’s brow furrows as he closes the door behind him. Immediately, he’s by your side on the bed, his gentle touch meant to soothe only causing you to flinch.

“Moonbeam, why were you crying?” His voice is soft, filled with nothing but concern.

“Like you care.” Your voice is bitter, throat raw with the harshness of your words.

“Of course I care.” Mark’s brow furrows even deeper as he leans over you slightly.

Still, you avoid his gaze, words barely above a whisper, “I want to go home.”

Mark blinks, “but you are home.”

You turn to glare at him, your one hand coming up to wipe at the side of your face. Only, before you can even touch your skin, Mark snatches your wrist in his grip, bringing your palm right up to his nose.

Taking a deep breath, his eyes flash. “Why do you smell like Jungwoo?”

Your heart stops as his voice reaches your ears in no less than a growl. Every attempt to pull your hand away is futile, his grip only tightening the harder you try to get away.

Slowly, you watch his eyes trail up from your hand to your face, and you realize slowly that whatever scent Jungwoo left on you when you grabbed him lingered on your hands and probably transferred onto your face the more you wiped at your tears. You swallow.

“Mark, I can explain-”

“Did he touch you?” His eyes flash, and once again, you are reminded of that fateful night.

“No, of course not! I-”

He cups your face in his hands and forces you to maintain eye contact with him, “Did you touch him?”

Your lips part. You’re sure he can hear your heart pounding in your chest, for you can already hear the blood rushing through your ears.

You go to answer, but your hesitation speaks volumes.

Keeping one cupping the side of your face, Mark trails his other hand down your arm until he’s holding your own in his grasp. Carefully, he brings your own hand up until it’s cupping the side of his own face.

“If you want to touch someone,” he breathes, laying down beside you on the bed and pulling your body into his, “touch me.”

Your swear you’ve stopped breathing at this point as he tucks your head into his chest, tightening his hold around your waist all the while. You opt to remain silent, worried that whatever you tell him might set him off again. Though, at his next words, you realize that it wouldn’t have mattered all that much.

Just what have you gotten yourself into?

“If I ever catch him leaving his scent on you again, I’ll kill him.” he growls, voice low and menacing as his eyes flash. “You’re mine.”

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