#but i also don't wanna sink back into it- so it might be a touch slower than before~~!!!

[waterfallofspace]

9, 42, and 45 for a sick, sneezy vash please, if that’s okay? 😄

Thank you for the ask, of course that's okay!! (it does feature a hint of W/olfwood action too, just a smiiidge, hope that's alright hehe~ It's also a V/ashwood story since, well, I figured that would be alright~!) 1.9k words, prompts 9, 42, and 45, story under cut! 9. “You’re trembling.”  42. “Baby, you’re all sniffly.”  45. “Your nose is literally twitching.” (Brief mentions of anxiety just incase anyone doesn't like that!)

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“hn’chh-! hh’keshh-! ‘Scuse me, sorry.”

“I told ya, no need for the ‘pologies.” 

“Y- you did but it’s a hahh... habit. hek’ishh-! Sor-”

A dark look from Wolfwood cuts off the apology, Vash being reduced to stuttering out some nonsensical syllables in his effort to recover. His leg is still, but there’s constant movement in his hands as they attempt to find something to grab onto. Anxiety was never a stranger to the man, despite apparent lack of concern for his own safety most of the time.  

The town they find themselves in doesn’t have a motel, which isn’t that unique in these parts. They’ve grown quite used to sharing a room, or even just a bed, wherever they could find one. For instance, they’re currently sharing a guest room above the town bar. Not an awful crashpad, a couch, nice radio, their own bathroom. 

It’s secluded from the rest of the bar too, giving them a bit of privacy. Sliding onto the bed, Wolfwood motions for Vash to join him. Surprise crosses his sharp features as the request is denied. Instead, Vash points himself towards the couch, offering a wave over his shoulder as he spins away. ‘Well that’s new…’ 

“What, suddenly too good to share a bed with me, Blondie?”

“Wh- what? No, not at all! I just… I figured you’d- en’chh-! ih’tshhie-! Excuse me, sorry. Where was I..? Oh right, m- maybe you’d want it to yourself this time and I don’t mind t- taking the couch.”

“‘Cause of your cold? I don’t care, now get over here.”

“Because of my- what? I’m… I’m not sick?” 

Wolfwood doesn’t reply, instead he lets the uncomfortable silence settle over the room as he watches Vash. ‘Either he’s playing dumb, and doesn’t want to admit it, or the needle noggin really didn’t notice. Gotta know which before I make my move.’ Under the weight of tension starting to spread through the air, Vash gives a heavy sigh. The breath comes out shaky as his body vibrates, hands starting to rub his arms.

“You’re literally trembling. You tryna tell me that ain’t shivers?”

“It’s not! Well okay… I mean it is shivering, but not from sickness, it’s just cold in here, that’s all! ennchh-! Sorry, excuse me.”

The sneeze brings a fresh round of shudders as Wolfwood raises a brow at the display. ‘So denial it is then. If it was cold in ‘ere I’d’ve noticed long before him.’ A blessing almost slips out, but that’ll just lead to a new round of apologies. Right now it’s more important to get an admittance and go from there.

“Blondie, we’re in a fuckin’ desert. It’s not cold anywhere.” 

“W- well they must have the air on! Or… or something… probably the air, b- because it’s so hot out, so they uh… they want it to be cool indoors.”

“Guess I should go ask ‘em to turn it off-”

“Hey- wait no, uh… it’s- it’s actually starting to uh… warm up..? D- don’t bother them. hk’ishiee-! Sorry. They let us stay here, I don’t- I mean we don’t want to be a burden on them-”

A hint of pride starts to break through Wolfwood’s mind as he grins. ‘And there it is. Gotcha.’ Vash has always been hesitant to be a burden. Not a horrible mindset to have for most people, ‘Hell, a few could use more of it’. The problem is that his definition of ‘burden’ includes things such as eating, sleeping, breathing, or simply existing when he’s not actively helping in some way. 

Sickness was high on his list of ‘things that make me a burden on everyone I come in contact with’, despite Wolfwood’s constant reminders that he doesn’t mind. However, there is something above it, and that’s ‘bothering someone else’, especially when it’s for a made up reason. Given the choice between admitting sickness or waking the bartender to ask them to turn off the ‘air’ that doesn’t exist, well…

“-Okay fine. I might be… a little bit sick… but- hh’ishh’iee-! hehh- en’chhh-! heh’kshh’iew-!” 

“Blessin’”

“Thank you, sorry, it’s really not that bad!”

“Then get in bed ‘fore it gets worse.” 

“I uh… I really don’t think that’s-”

“I’ll even read from the book I’ve been finishin’. But that's a limited time offer, Blondie. Goin’ once, goin’ twice-” 

Before he can start the next word, Vash hurls himself towards the bed, an excited set of vibrations starting to replace the shivers. Wolfwood chuckles, lifting the blanket from his legs to wrap it around Vash, giving his shoulders a light squeeze. In response the huddled form leans into his lap, head resting against his chest. 

“Ready?”

“Yehh… yep!” 

“Alright. The second reason he realized she was gone was from the smell. The air had lost a sweetness. One he’d grown so used to he hardly recognized it anymore. That is, until it was gone. -----” 

Wolfwood continues reading, his focus being drawn away from the world once more. ‘Would’ve thought romance books were more Blondie’s thing, but… well… after he gave me that one about the garden love story… I guess I could understand the appeal… But only because Vash likes it when I read them. That’s all.’ No one else can hear him, but Wolfwood still feels the need to justify the surge of emotion starting to creep through his heart. 

Maybe it was the fact Vash had given him them. Maybe it was the fact that blondie was gazing up with a hazy adoration as each word leaves his throat. Doesn’t really matter why. All that matters is how the words seem to glide off the page, through his deep voice to dance around their heads, playing out each scene as he reads them. This sensation is short lived though, as soon he feels himself snapping back to the bedroom where a soft sound has begun.

“hkk-! guhh…” 

“Brushing the branches from his uh… from his face, he starts to cut through the dense forest.”

“heHh-! hhh… Snnff-”

“T- the branches, oh wait read that already, ah here we go. The dense forest. Eyes seem to be peering at him through the-”

“hahHhh- snff- hkIH-! hehh…”

“Through the, uh, the-”

“hhih-!”

“Christ, Blondie. Just sneeze already.” 

Vash’s head pops out from its blanket cocoon against Wolfwood’s chest, a pink tint spread across his cheeks that has nothing to do with his cold. Bringing up a single finger to lightly rub his nose, Vash tries to offer a sincere smile. What instead crosses his face is a look that just screams itchy. Wolfwood feels a sympathy tickle through his own nose. 

“Wh- what?”

“Your nose is literally twitching. You’re makin’ me itchy from the look of it. Jus’ sneeze, it’s okay. I’ll even pause my readin’.” 

“I- I don’t… okay yehh… yes I do- I’m so sorry ehH-!”

“Don’t ‘pologize. Nothin’ to be ‘shamed of.”

“eH’tmmfshh-! hh’mmshhii-! hk’ishh’ieee-!” 

He attempts to muffle the first two into his hand, the third escaping with a pitch that sounds incredibly unsatisfying. ‘No wonder he always has these long drawn out fits. Those sound like they do nothin’ to relieve the itch.’ Pausing his analysis, Wolfwood leans towards the nightstand, grabbing a handful of tissues and pressing them into Vash’s unused hand. 

A timid smile meets the gesture as Vash brings them to his nose, humming a sigh. The action seems to bring a new level of irritation, his breath snaring as the tissues are gripped tighter. It teases him for a minute, Wolfwood choking back a laugh at the whimper the tissues barely muffle. Finally, after what seems like a lifetime, a desperate “hnnchh-! ih’tishiee-! keshh’ii-!” break through. Wolfwood lets a knuckle crush his own nose, sympathy waves running through it again.

“Blessin’.” 

“Thanks. Sor-”

“You’re only welcome if you don’t finish that apology.” 

“-So are you gonna keep reading..? hih’ishhiee-! hk’ieshh-! Excuse me.”

“Blessin’s. Good save, Blondie. Remind me where we were?”

“Eyes in the- eh’kshhiee-! forest.”

“Blessin’, alright. So- wait… hold on a sec.”

Wolfwood lets the book rest on his knees, staring up through his sunglasses at the ceiling. Vash attempts to follow his gaze, but can’t notice anything worth staring at. Deciding to ask, Vash leans up to meet his eyes. Hardly a noise escapes before Wolfwood holds up a finger to silence him, tilting his sunglasses down and blinking through the brightness. 

“huh’yIEZzshh’oo-! ai’GNZSHhh’oo-! Whew, that’s better.” 

“Oh- bless you! Did- did I get-”

“No you didn' get me sick. My immune system ain’t nearly as fragile as yours.”

“Hey! Well then, is- hh’tieshh’ii-! Excuse me. Is something bothering you?”

“Nah, jus’ a tickle. Think it was ‘cause of the itchy look you were wearin’.”

“Oh, okay! S- sorry…”

“Nothin’ to be sorry for, Blondie. Now, back to the book?"

"Yes!"

"Eyes seem to be peering at him through the darkness. Watching his every step, daring him to come closer. Daring him to betray his heart alongside his kingdom. What did they know? Surely not his heart. That was something that couldn’t be known by anyone, not after her. ------.” 

Wolfwood feels the words flow from him once more, almost before his eyes can trace their forms on the page. Figures begin their dance, chasing each other in beautiful patterns through the humid air. The only thing pulling him from the daydream that he finds himself in far too often with Vash is the sound of constant sniffles. 

There is an outright refusal to address the noises, so instead Wolfwood continues reading, making it through another two chapters before giving in and setting the book back down. Vash looks up with an innocent gaze, absentmindedly rubbing his palm against his nose as another sniff breaks free.

“Baby, you’re all sniffly. You can blow your nose.”

The pet name gets the reaction it was meant to, Vash suddenly laser focused on Wolfwood’s every word. ‘Alright, easy now with this next part. He’s jus’ about there, gotta be delicate. Which… has never really been my strong suit.’ There’s a hint of unease beneath Vash’s smile, palm crushing against his face again. 

“I know you’re sick, Vash. You told me that earlier. So you can drop the ruse.” 

“We- well…”

“It’s just us.” 

Vash flushes as Wolfwood passes him another handful of tissues, but brings them to his nose anyways. He turns away, ever mindful of others, and blows a couple times. The first seems unsuccessful, but by the third he manages to get a semblance of airflow through his sinuses. 

Giving a heady sigh of relief, Vash turns back to Wolfwood, mouth open as if to form words. He never gets the chance, the next breath through his sensitive nasal passages bringing his hands up to his face by instinct. Wolfwood chuckles, letting a hand drop to rub his back through the fit. 

“hH’ieshh’ie-! keshhh’iee-! hihh- tnnshhii-! Ih’tieshhiee-!”

“Blessin’s. Heh, you’re awfully adorable at times, Blondie.”

“I am no- heH’ishh-! hk’ishh-! tieshh’iee-! not!” 

Humming out another laugh, Wolfwood brushes the hair from Vash’s warm skin, planting a kiss on his forehead. Vash responds with a sigh, airy and light, before he sinks back into Wolfwood’s chest, wrapping himself deeper into the blanket. A smirk crosses Wolfwood’s face, ‘Not cute, huh?’ before he lifts the book once more.

There, in the safety of Wolfwood’s embrace, Vash finds himself drifting off to sleep, figures dancing through his mind as the deep voice fades off into a peaceful darkness.

#waterfallasks #waterfallwrites #thank you for the request!! Hopefully this is acceptable compensation for the wait~ haha #I'm over the burn out that I was feeling before so I'm hopeful I'll get quite a few done! #but i also don't wanna sink back into it- so it might be a touch slower than before~~!!! #but as always if there's something specific you wanna see #feel free to send in a request and I'll see what I can do! #long as you don't mind a bit of a wait~ I promise I love getting them!! sparks my mind hehe~ #anyways- hope anyone who reads this enjoys some v/ashwood sweetness~ #t/rigun s/tampede #v/ash #v/ashwood #w/olfwood #snz

[angelltheninth]

The First Day of Happily Ever After

Pairing: Vox x Fem!Reader x Valentino

Tags: nsfw, smut, flashbacks, anal, blowjob, comfort, new relationship, domestic fluff, teasing, height difference, referenced abuse

Word count: 1k

A/N: Another fic for @massivementalitynut.

"And this..." Vox kicked the doors open dramatically, "Will be your new room." The TV demon gestured around the red and blue hued bedroom Valentino was carrying you into. "Got your state of the art tech." With his logo on it of course.

Valentino grinned from ear to ear, already eyeing the bed and then your widening eyes. "Not to worry sugar, we won't break it tonight." He nuzzled his face against yours. His arms tightened around your body, pulling you close and looking you over, "Ah, Voxy, let's get Velvette on the call, this sweet little thing needs better clothes if she's gonna be living with us."

You were lowered gently on the bed, the two demons standing over you in a way that made you recall last night. How they slowly took your clothes off, how Valentino was the first one to push you down and straddle your face, teasing your mouth open with his cock before sinking it deep down your throat.

But he said he would give you a break for tonight. You were still sore after all. From last night you could tell that the two VV's had a huge sexual appetite but thankfully they also had each other to satiate it.

"Close your mouth. Otherwise this one might take it as an invitation." Vox elbowed a grinning Valentino who didn't deny the accusation, only shrugged and sat down next to you, his hat thrown to the side and wings unfurling around him like a cape. "Calling Velvette now."

Vox sat by your other side, a screen appearing in front of him, ringing once before Velvette's face appeared. "Ugh, now what are you two clowns up to?"

"Velvette! We got a little beauty here in need of more... VVV fit clothes." The tall moth demon gestured at you and then to Velvette, before his other hand grabbed your chin, "Just look at her pretty face. Don't you think the rest of her deserves to be just as pretty?"

"Hold on... is this the one you told me about? The chick you banged last night?" You cringed at the crude words, but you couldn't say it wasn't true. Even if you denied it you were pretty sure the ache between your legs, the marks on your thighs and back and tits were all fine proof.

"The one and only." Valentino purred as he kissed your cheek.

"Uhm... hello." You waived at the fashionista, feeling even smaller then before.

Velvette leaned in close to her screen, looking at you up and down. "Fine. I have nothing better to do today anyway. Bring her in an hour."

With a snap of his fingers Vox made the floating screen poof away in a wave of static. You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, the weight being lifted off your shoulders now that the last of the VVV's accepted you. The three of them were some of the most admired demons in the Pride ring, with good reasons. Impressing them was rather difficult, so you considered this your greatest achievement yet.

You let yourself fall back on the bed, "Thank you." You whispered.

"Hey, we ain't letting you freeload here sugartits. You wanna stay here you gotta work. We'll find something for you." A blue clawed hand pulled your sleeve up, revealing the handcuff marks, "Wow, you weren't kidding last night, you really do bruise easily."

"Which makes you prefect for us." Valentino's hands ran up your legs rubbing them up and down, not to arouse but to soothe you. "Well shit, you don't have to open your legs every time I touch you. Although it saves me a lot of time." He teased as he leaned in close and captured your lips in a kiss, licking over the bruise on it. "You whimper so nicely."

The two of them heard much more then your whimpers last night. You didn't know it was possible to moan so loud. You didn't know how good having both your holes fucked at the same time could feel. It took a while to get you ready, but neither Vox or Valentino cared how long it took as long as they got to come inside you at the end of the night.

"She's taking it so well, eh Val?" Vox grinned at his partner over your shoulder, his claws dug into your thighs, pushing you down on his cock while Valentino pulled you backwards at the same time.

"It's been a while since I've had an ass this tight. You really are a cute, innocent little thing aren't you. We'll make a slut out of you yet. By the end of the night even." He laughed low in his throat, setting a faster pace once he felt you relax around him, "We'll loosen you up."

You shook your head to get rid of these thoughts. You had a meeting with Velvette soon and you couldn't get there horny.

"We still got a bit of time. How about the three of us get into the bath?" Vox suggested, "Not for the kinky stuff, but you should get cleaned up before seeing Velvette. Trust me you do not want her to scrub you down. Parts of my back still have scars from that shit." As the TV demon shivered you couldn't help but giggle at his apparent fear.

Valentino picked you back up, his glasses falling down his face, "We could always clean you with out tongues if you prefer. You seemed to enjoy it last night." He flicked his tongue towards you, not expecting you to grab him and kiss him. "Mmm. So glad we picked someone so eager."

"Yeah, you do know how to pick 'em Val. And so do I." Vox gave him a little slap on the ass as he pulled both of you towards the big bathroom. "You're gonna love it here sweetheart, promise."

Your chest tightened with warmth, you already felt more welcome here then you ever did at home, both in life and in death.

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[messylustt]

Hii 👉🏻👈🏻 Could you write an Ethan Landry fic where he tries anything too woo the Reader and get together with her even though she has already a boyfriend. Hope you have an amazing day! 🩵

FRIEND-ZONED roommate!ethan landry

he would hate the readers boyfriend so much, but then the reader would like smile at him and his scowl would be gone

contains: protective ethan; ethan lusting over taken reader

step one step two

“HEY! HOPE YOU DON’T MIND, TOBY IS COMING OVER A LITTLE LATER.” You said as you finished eating your breakfast.

You lived in a dorm with Chad and Ethan. There was a mix up, you were meant to be rooming with some other girl. But you gradually didn’t mind being around the boys, and neither did they mind being around you.

Especially Ethan. Once the first week of you living with them past, Ethan became nearly infatuated. Your joyous personality and bright smiles made Ethan days all the more better.

Chad brushed it off as just a fleeting crush since you were a girl staying in their dorm room. Plus Ethan didn’t exactly get much action. But Ethan gradually grew to realise that it was certainly not fleeting. He liked you, but then he found out about your boyfriend, Toby.

He was unimpressed the first time he came over. You had triple checked with Chad and Ethan that it was okay. Chad of course said yes, while Ethan did also, but he certainly wished he could have said no.

Like a normal boyfriend, Toby would visit. You’d usually just stay in your room majority of the time. And Ethan tried not to listen in, or call for you to help him with something when his jaw tightened too much at the thought of what you were doing in there.

Ethan knew he had no right to feel jealous. Toby was your boyfriend, and he was just your roomie. You had announced him as your friend, which of course felt good, but then he’d catch you introducing Toby to others. ‘This is my boyfriend..’

“Of course!” Called back Chad from his room. “Bring him ‘round, I’ve got this new game I wanna try out.”

Ethan walked into the kitchen, seeing you sitting on a stool, wearing a large top…and nothing else. Of course you weren’t like flashing him or anything, but the effect of your bare legs did all the same.

"Morning, Ethan." You smiled. Ethan easily reciprocated it, loving the way your eyes lit up.

Later that day, when lessons and study had finished, you and the boys settled on the couch. You plopped down beside Ethan, who placed his arm around the back. Close enough without meaning anything more.

"Chad maybe don't hit it, and it might start working." You chuckle, watching as Chad got pissed at the tv. Ethan watched you as you grinned. You looked so pretty.

"Did you style your hair?" Ethan asked, suddenly noticing the way it fell differently today.

You turned your attention to him, touching your hair. "Yeah. I wanted to try out something different."

"It suits you." Ethan smiled, and yours widened.

"Thank you."

"Alright, I give up. y/n, fix it." Chad said, glaring at the tv.

You scoff. "I'm no more 'techy' then you." You cross your arms.

Ethan absentmindedly picks some lint off your sleeve, shifting slightly closer to do that. You turn back to Ethan. "Wait." You say, making Ethan meet your gaze.

You leaned slightly closer, and Ethan could smell your strawberry shampoo. "Hold still." You raised your hand to his hair.

A tiny spider had found its way into his curls. Your breath hits Ethan's face as you focused, picking the spider out. You catch Ethan's confused gaze. "Sorry, there was a spider."

"A spider?!" Chad exclaimed, eyeing you.

"A tiny one. No need to freak out." You scoffed as Chad slightly shuffled away. You teasingly brought the spider closer to Chad you backed up, before placing it on the couch.

Ethan grabbed your wrist pulling your hand back to his hair. "Are you sure thats the only one? What if I have a family growing in my hair?" Ethan just wanted to feel your hand again.

You chuckle and sink your hand back into his curls. You shift closer, tilting his face. You had one hand on his chin, directing his head where you wanted. Ethan tried to hold back a smile, but feeling you touching his face and hair, while your body stayed close, made a grin form.

You drop your hand, slightly knocking his head away. "Don't worry, you don't have a spider family living rent free."

Ethan still had that giddy smile present. "Are you sure? We live in the same dorm. What if some of its babies crawl into your bed?"

You hit his shoulder. "I could have left that spider in there."

"You wouldn't have." Ethan let his arm drop around your shoulder. "Your just too sweet."

You scoff. "You say that like it's a fault." Your brows cutely furrowed as Ethan's gaze darted. That's when a knock resounded on the door. You quickly stood, to Ethan's disappointment. He refrained from grabbing your leaving form, because he knew exactly who was at the door.

You shot Toby a smile once the door was open, and he gave you a hug. Chad was busy setting up the controllers for the game, and Ethan was busy watching you both. His jaw tightened, as he watched Toby peck your lips.

Toby then spotted Ethan. "Hey, man." He darted his gaze to Chad. "Oo, new game?" Toby rushed over, taking your previous seat.

Chad then went to explain what this new game entailed as your boyfriend became invested. "God, the minute he's through the door, your taking him from me, Chad."

You rested your elbows against the back of the couch, right behind Toby. Chad just sneakily grinned as you narrowed your eyes.

Ethan shifted his gaze from the game to you. Your hands were rested against Toby's shoulders as Chad and him began the game.

Ethan couldn't help but poke your side gently, earning you to glance at him. He narrowed his eyes on the hands that had been touching him earlier, now touching your boyfriend.

Ethan tilted his head, asking you to sit beside him. You ruffled your boyfriend's hair, before jumping over the couch to sit beside Ethan. Ethan tried not to scowl at the fact that you had touched Toby's hair and not his. But his smile soon returned when he heard you whisper in his ear.

"Who do you think's gonna be more of a sore loser?" You asked in reference to Toby and Chad. Ethan leaned closer to whisper in your ear, placing his hand behind your back. "My bet's on your boyfriend."

You scoff. "That's just because you don't like him very much."

Ethan turned his head, so that he was facing you. You were close and Ethan hated the way his breath hitched. "Why do you think that?"

You raise your brows. "I've never seen you smile at him once. And you always smile at people you like."

"Do I?" You noticed that?—Ethan thought to himself.

You nod. "Do you have some secret beef with him or something?"

Yes. "No."

You narrowed your eyes. "Yes, you do." Your gaze darted between his eyes and Ethan tried not lean in. Your boyfriend was right there—hellbent way too busy, but still there. "What—he steal your lunch, or something?"

Ethan rolled his eyes. "No, he's just not my type of guy."

"He's literally so similar to Chad."

Yeah, with the games, the frat vibes and loud personality. "Then, you should have dated Chad."

"Ew no." You shake your head. "I mean he's cute, but like very much a friend."

Cute? Did you find all your friends "cute"? More specifically, him? Would you say "ew, no" about him too?

"Well, then let's say your boyfriend wasn't in the picture..."

"Is this a dare or something? To see if I really like Toby?" Your eyes widened. "No—or did Toby put you up to this?"

"No, fuck!" Exclaimed Chad, most likely having either died or went off track.

"Toby? No." Ethan scoffed.

"Then what's got you all weird?" You still spoke so sweetly. Ethan hadn't moved his hand from behind your back, maybe even slid it further around you.

"Humour me. Besides Toby, I don't know the sorta guys you like."

You tilted your head, a small realisation—you thought was true—hitting you. "Oh my god. Do you like someone? Are you trying to see what girls like?"

Yes, Ethan thought to himself, I do like someone. Someone I can't have. You quickly grabbed Ethan's hand, and drag him into the slightly hidden kitchen.

You looked giddy, excited for Ethan. "Why didn't you tell me? I'm happy to help."

Ethan wished you were happy to help him get what he wanted. Still, Ethan went along with this small lie. It had gotten him alone in the kitchen with you.

"I don't know why I didn't. I just..." Ethan shrugged.

"Okay, well, who is she?"

Ethan shook his head. "I can't tell you. If she rejects me, I'll be embarrassed."

"Fine." You say, leaning against the counter. "But different girls like different things."

Ethan nods, stepping closer. "Well, whats a general thing that'll "woo" any girl."

You stayed silent, thinking. Chad and Toby's cries of anger and annoyance could be heard from the lounge, but Ethan was entirely focused on you.

"Attention." You nod. "Anyone loves when someone gives them attention. It also means that she'll most likely notice you more."

Ethan moved slightly closer, resting his own hip against the counter. "So, if I just smiled at her and stuff?"

"That, and maybe if there's a project, ask her to be apart of it. That shows her you want her company too."

Ethan nods, paying close attention to the way your lips moved. "And if she still doesn't notice you. Talk to her, ask her out."

"What if she has boyfriend?" The words slip out extremely fast, and Ethan curses himself for being possibly obvious.

"Oh." You say, slightly deflating. "Then, there's not much you can do, I'm afraid."

"Really? Nothing?"

"I mean," you sigh. "You could still talk to her and get to know her. But if she's a good girlfriend you'll know you've been friend-zoned."

And that's exactly what Ethan knew. You had friend-zoned him straight way, leaving him to just pine after you. "Is there anyway to get out of the friend-zone?"

"If she has a boyfriend, it's hard."

"But possible?" Ethan now stood directly in front of you, trying his best to not lean down and kiss you.

"If I'm being honest. You should just talk to her and try. No harm in getting shut down. You can easily tell if she isn't happy in the relationship. And if she isn't, then of course wait till they've broken up, but their's hope for you." Your trying to be supportive, knowing Ethan can be very shy around girls.

"So, if I just told her how I felt. She might shut me down or..." Ethan lets you fill in. What is he looking for to show him that he has a chance?

"Or stay silent. For a while." You say. "It means she actually had to think about it, or get rid of the butterflies in her stomach."

Noted, Ethan thought.

Soon, Toby had lost the game, agitatedly walking into the kitchen. He reached you, pulling you to his lips. You pushed away from his sloppy kiss, tasting the alcohol on his tongue. "Toby, I'm not kissing you while your tipsy."

Toby scowl but leans back. He finally noticed Ethan, who stared at him with a clench to his jaw. Toby had grown to realise Ethan's little crush on you, you stayed oblivious, but Toby had noticed the lingering glances shot your way.

Chad and him had a few drinks while playing, resulting in him being a bit more brazen than usual. Toby gripped your waist a fraction tighter, keeping you close to him, as Ethan's gaze shot toward the action.

Toby went to kiss you again, this one oozing with possessiveness. "Toby." You say, placing your hands on his chest, growing embarrasses by the PDA in front of your friend. "Not here."

"Then why don't you come back to my place?" He grinned.

"Not while you're drunk." You say pointedly, slightly freeing yourself from is hold. When you step back, Toby tries to grab you again, but Ethan gets there first, pulling you to him, while keeping his gaze on the your tipsy boyfriend.

Ethan had tugged on your shirt, until your back hit his chest, making you sightly jolt. "Your drunk, just go home and sober up."

Toby glares at Ethan. "Why are you touching my girl?"

"Okay, Toby, how many drinks did Chad give you?" You ask stepping away from Ethan as you usher Toby to the door.

My girl. Toby's words circled Ethan's head. He hated them because they were somewhat true, you were his girlfriend, but by all means not his.

When you all reached the door, you opening it for Toby. "Head straight home. Don't do something stupid." You said, hoping your boyfriend wasn't too drunk to walk home.

"Come on, y/n. Just come stay at mine, you can bring all your uni shit with you."

Before you could answer Toby, Ethan spoke. "She's fine."

"Really, Toby. Just head home, and I'l call you, alright?" You kept your tone light, a strange tension filling the room.

"Y/n, just come." Toby goes to pull you through the door, when Ethan wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you flush to his side. "She said go home, Toby." And before Toby could speak Ethan shut the door in his face.

"Maybe that was a bit harsh." You say to Ethan, before calling through the door. "I'll see you tomorrow, Toby!"

Ethan kept his arm around your shoulder, even when you glanced up at him. You scoff seeing his expression. "I knew you didn't like him, like a lot."

Ethan rolls his eyes, and finally lets you go. Maybe he’d have to execute the plan you had laid out for him on a silver platter.

this may need a part two if I find the time

kisses, holly

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[pinkanonwrites]

Thinking about the concept of cloth or soft things in general being considered luxury to cybertronians, and just imagining one using their holoform to enter a bedroom for the first time. There a big soft berth that sinks under their weight, an entire pile of warm insulating plush fabric, and even more small soft pads that they put their heads on! Could you imagine their reaction to a carpeted room? They even put soft things on the ground they walk on! It would be like looking at one of ridiculously luxurious mansions that are so loaded up with fancy things that it almost looks like a parody

This conjured up a little idea in me with ROTB Mirage, enjoy!

"Watch your shoulders on the-!"

CRUNCH

"...Door frame." So much for getting your deposit back. Mirage shot you a crooked grin, brushing some of the sheet-rock dust off of his shoulder pauldron.

"Sorry 'bout that, sweetspark. No big deal, you can patch that up no problem!"

When Noah had told you that Mirage was able to change his size you had only partially believed him. After all, according to his own stories, the Mirage that was barely larger than Noah in Peru had also had several significant pieces blasted off of his gargantuan frame. And yet, here he was. Fully repaired, mass-shifted to a mere seven-and-a-half feet tall. And sure, he still had to stoop to avoid taking out your ceiling fan. But here he was, in your meager apartment.

It was an equally unfamiliar locale for Mirage himself, having only caught peeks of your living quarters from the alleyway outside. The shag carpet was plush under his pedes, ridiculously soft to the touch. And sure, he'd owned a few of his own garments back in the Towers, in pre-war time, but it still paled in comparison to your room with its thick curtains, fluffy carpeting, and the dozen or so plush organic creatures littering your bed.

"Do you wanna listen to something? You can sit on the bed, if you want. You're probably too big for my desk chair." You were already rifling through your tapes, gesturing to the bed with your free hand and currently oblivious to Mirage's wide-optic stare. He took a careful seat on the edge and Primus, the entire mattress sunk and molded around his bulky frame. It was heavenly. He took one of your stuffed animals between his servos and squeezed, marveling at the squish.

"Man, I can't believe y'all live like this!" He laughed, draping himself backwards onto your bed with a warning creak. "It's comfy, that's for sure. But I don't think I could sleep on somethin' like this. It might swallow me up mid-recharge. And what's with all these little soft organics?"

"Says the guy who sleeps on the floor of a garage. I'd have aches in muscles I didn't even know existed." You pressed Talking Heads 'Speaking In Tongues' into the player with a familiar click, the beginning lick of Burning Down The House echoing through the tinny speaker as you flopped down next to Mirage. "And you're strangling Hello Kitty. They're cute, and soft, and that's kind of all there is to it? Kids like to play with them, too."

"Huh! Cute. Seems like your style. The whole hab seems like your style, actually. All soft and shit. " He handed you back your slightly-dented Hello Kitty, letting out a lazy ex-vent as his arm wrapped around your shoulders. "Well what should we do now?~ You got me all the way up into your berth, aren't you gonna do somethin' about it?"

You barked out a laugh, turning your head to see Mirage's playfully smarmy grin aimed down at you. "Was that your ploy? Show off your cool alien shape-shifting just so you could get in my bed?"

"That depends. Is it working?~"

"Maybe.~"

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[sundrop-writes]

hiya! Might be a bit broad of a request but could I get headcanons with jj x autistic female reader ?

Broad in the sense if I could get hcs of her reacting to reader with autism, how she helps reader with overstimulation and struggling with social cues and noise. If you wanna throw in smut hcs (jj being the dom) i’m also fine with that!

Basically anything with jj and autistic female reader, thanks!

I love this request so much!!! If you want smut/smutty hcs with JJ and autistic reader, definitely feel free to send in a separate request - I will come back for that in another post. For now, I hope you enjoy this!!

Requests are currently - OPEN.

Jennifer Jareau x Fem!Autistic!Reader (Headcanons)

(Warnings: typical CM themes, the reader is described as touch avoidant (with some exceptions); mentions of molestation and murder (related to a case, mentioned in passing); mentions of blood, mentions of someone being shot in the reader's presence. Idk, I don't think there's anything else. Not proofread.)

JJ was raised around everything (neuro)typical, so when she meets you, she doesn't quite get you. Not at first.

You are one of the smartest people on the team - that is why you're there. Your ability to pick up on patterns and bits of detail that others don't see is incredible, and your brain holds mass amounts of obscure information that she could never even dream of knowing.

But you are quirky. More than quirky.

You have difficulty making eye contact, you freak out if someone even motions toward touching you unexpectedly, you have very odd, specific little rituals with your snacks and meals (which JJ does come to find endearing over time) - you go from talking at incredibly fast speeds, blabbering out information to being silent and stoic for long periods of time.

When she finds out that you have autism, she is a bit surprised. She is one of those people who thinks that autism is a disorder related to school aged boys - but you explain to her how it affects your life. How it makes it difficult for you to relate to people, form close friendships, how it's difficult for you to focus on larger 'important' things when smaller details are bothering you.

(It's one of the reasons you're so good at your job - but it also makes it hard to focus on people's words if their shirt is wrinkled and it's distracting you.)

You act cold toward most people on the team, and it's one random day that JJ finally starts to figure you out. A day that you finally warm up to her.

You were helping Morgan escort a suspect out of the police station, to a squad car where he would be driven to jail to be processed. He had confessed to molesting and killing eight boys after being caught with a ninth, and when the father of one of the boys heard the BAU had arrested someone, he came to the police station with a gun.

When the suspect was shot, you were covered in his blood, and in horrible shock from hearing such a loud bang right beside your ear - from feeling the sudden dead weight drop in your arms.

You ran back into the station screaming, and JJ followed her instinct - followed you into the women's washroom, wanting to see if you had been hurt. She was surprised to see you pacing back and forth in front of the sinks, muttering something under your breath.

"L/N." She called out your name, trying to get your attention. "Y/N? Y/N? Hey? Are you hurt?"

You didn't look up, not for a second. But your muttering became louder. And it became more clear what you were saying.

"My pen, my pen, I dropped my pen..."

JJ had no clue why you were so concerned about a pen when you were covered in someone else's blood, your ears likely still ringing from the gunshot - but she knew that you had a pen-clicking habit. It was something that often annoyed Reid and Morgan - but from what she had observed, you did your best work when your thumb was twiddling, clicking the end of your pen insistently. It meant your brain was whirring hard, putting the pieces of the puzzle together.

JJ reached into the breast pocket of her blazer, and took out a pen that clicked on the end.

"Here." She offered it out to you. "You - you can borrow my pen." She said shyly, hoping it would help you calm down.

You extended out a shaking hand, and took the pen, and then began to click it harshly with your thumb. You gripped it so furiously, the skin around your knuckles so tight - but after a moment, you let out a tight breath. And then, for the first time since she had known you - you looked JJ in the eye.

"Thank you." You murmured, your voice ripe with tears.

"Keep the pen." JJ told you, feeling like it was a small consolation if it helped you calm down this much.

You reached up, petting a shaking hand over your face, and pulled back in disgust when you felt the sticky blood.

"Let me help you clean up." JJ said, grabbing some paper towels out of the dispenser and wetting them in the sink.

It was the first time you had ever let her touch you - you clicked the pen the whole time, and from then on, that sound became less of an annoyance and more of a comfort to her.

That was the day she realised one incredibly important thing:

To you, small things matter on such a big scale.

Coffee in your favourite mug instead of a random one she found in the back of the cupboard - that gets a smile out of you. Scones with blueberries instead of raisins - raisins get a shrug at best, blueberries get a giggle and a big 'thank you!'. Organising your files in alphabetical order instead of by date.

You and JJ became close after that day.

She wasn't a profiler, not in training, but she learned to read you like a book.

She knew that you bouncing your knee aggressively meant that you were becoming overstimulated - things in the room too loud, the florescents too bright, the day too overwhelming.

When this happened, she would take you outside for a break - often siting that she herself needed some air and she simply wanted your company. She knew you didn't like to be outwardly babied (who does?), but she also knew that you had a hard time self regulating. You had a hard time deciding when to take yourself out for a break, and if you didn't have one, then you would become irritable, have a hard time focusing, and hardly get any work done.

She also picked up on the fact that you just plain didn't get sarcasm.

Before, she thought you were being cool, or aloof. When someone said something sarcastic and you didn't understand, she thought that you were pretending not to get it in order to snub them or make a joke out of the whole thing.

But during one of your many conversations, you told her that you absolutely didn't understand sarcasm - you didn't get when someone was using a sarcastic tone, and you often took everything people said in its most literal interpretation.

So you and JJ developed a wonderful, silent system - if someone said something and you didn't understand if it was sarcasm right off the bat, you looked to her, and she would nod at you if they were being sarcastic, or shake her head if they were being literal. It was something people on the team picked up on, but nobody said anything about it - they just enjoyed the way you bonded with her, and how your quirky habits were spreading like a delightful little plague.

JJ knew that your life wasn't easy, living with autism, but she always tried to make it a bit easier. Because you were worth it.

Criminal Minds Masterlist

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[indouloureux]

Hi! How are you El? I hope you’re having a great day :] ! I was wondering if I could request some Joseph aftercare? I just know he’d be so sweet after having sex 🥹

HI BABY HRU i had a great day ❤️

afab!reader, 18+ minors dni (implied smut. nudity.)

the coil unwinds slowly, even now that he's not there anymore. the sweat on your chest makes the air seem colder, and your eyes drip from the drained libido.

kisses trailed from your thigh, to burning ones on your stomach, up your collarbone and neck until you feel a hand on your cheek, soft and caring as its fingers push the sticky hair behind your ear, thumb on the apple of your cheek to keep you awake while the other does the same.

"hey," a voice like it's come from underwater, slowly brings you into air when you blink slowly and let your eyes adjust. joseph's blocked the lights with his head, and you smile the way your hands have made his curls wild and unkempt. "where've you gone to, huh?"

your hand raises, tries to reach for his bare torso but falls limply to your sides. "nowhere. 'm here." drowsiness slurs your speech. he grins, hand coming down to massage your shoulders and arms. "nowhere."

"thought you went up there for a bit," he chuckles. "you did good for me, huh? took it all well, i tired you out, lovie. think i might have fucked you to sleep. give me a sec, okay? i'll clean us up. think you can go to the bathroom? or do you wanna lay down more?"

shaking your head, joseph leans back the slightest but keeps a hand on your aching bicep. "gotta pee. can't have uti." he squeezes your arm. "also, i kinda do have to pee."

joseph laughs, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "baby's gotta pee," his pinkie touches your nose before he fully stands up, somehow already worn his briefs. he places his arms underneath you — back and knees — and takes you into his arms. "your legs are trembling."

"and who's fault is that?" you quip, resting your head on his shoulder, watching as he opens the door with a small bump to his arm.

"yours," he jokes. "bein' too sexy. couldn't help it." joseph stops right in front of the toilet, hand warm on your back, caressing the sticky skin in soft strokes but he pouts at the closed toilet lid. "how am i gonna open that...?"

you pat his chest, a soft smack from being bare. "crouch. i'll open it." he laughs a little. "or- wait just put me down. we're in the bathroom, anyway."

"no," he says it in a small puff, like he's being stolen from. "i'll, i'll open it with my feet."

"don't do that."

"why not?"

"because, well, i don't want to," you tug on one of his curls, gently, watching it bounce back up to where it came from. joseph looks at you, and you can see how swollen his lips are, all pink, maybe almost red. his thumb dances on the skin of your knee. "just put me down. i won't fall."

"i can hold your hand?"

"babe," you laugh. "we just had sex."

"so?"

"so, you can hold my hand later," he pouts again, sad and disappointed like a puppy. "i gotta pee. i don't wanna let you watch."

he furrows his eyebrows. "you let me take pictures of you naked, and you don't want to let me watch you piss?"

you wriggle in his grasp, and even with his complaint, he puts you down on the ground nonetheless. "it's different!"

"alright," he rolls his eyes, putting his hand on the side of your neck before kissing your head. "call me when you're done."

and when you do call him after you've flushed, he picks you up in his arms again, his warmth that radiates all over you makes your eyes bleary, heartbeat slowing down as it prepares you for the imminent sleep had he not told you to wait.

joseph comes back with wipes taken from the cabinet underneath the sink, taking one out and clutching it in his hand. he crawls in between your legs again, but stops just above your stomach where he presses a kiss on your skin where it aches.

"jo," you warn quietly. "i don't think i can do one more."

"'s alright. it's not what we're going to do," he chuckles. "i'm just gonna clean you up."

he presses the wipe right after his sentence, cold on your sticky thighs that dissolves the remnant of his and your's aftermath. he does it in gentle strokes, making sure not to press to hard as if you'd shatter underneath the wet cloth, and he makes up for his delicateness when he sits up, propping himself to his elbows and kisses your waist.

once he's done, he moves inner, right on the outside of your swollen cunt, dragging the wipe across the sides. joseph accidentally presses harder on one side, and you wince, jolting back from his touch.

"i'm sorry," he murmurs, leaning up to kiss you on the lips, still gentle, but acts as if his care is what glues you together. "still sensitive, huh?"

"a lot," you rest your head on his forearm, watching the wipe leave small drops of soap across your skin. "but you're taking care of me though so it's alright."

"you know i love taking care of you," he whispers into your forehead, where he gives you a ghost of a kiss, but enough to send shivers down your spine. "say, we order some food, yeah? what do you want?"

your fingers stall on his chest in a faint thought, joseph still looking down at you with ardent arousal in his eyes, pupils wide enough that it renders them black than soft brown, a small ring glimmering on the corner of his irises.

"what about you?" you place your chin on his collarbone. "you still sensitive?"

joseph snorts. "easy there. you've milked me dry, darling, honestly. that was so many rounds."

"you're right," you chuckle. "but really, i want fries," you sigh. "i really want fries."

he wants to correct you. chips, he wants to say. but he knows you're still right. joseph hums in agreement, throwing the rag aside once you're clean all over.

tenderly, he leans down to kiss you on the lips. "fries it is."

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[the-goddess-of-mischief-writing]

Codename Bravo

Oneshot Summary; Price finally tells you about task force 141.

Pairing: Cpt. John Price x reader (sunshine!universe)

Rating: Mature

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Onehsot 

Word; 5.1k

Warnings; mentions of abuse/torture, mental health discussion, PTSD-triggers, kind angsty with fluffy ending ngl

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing​

A/N: This turned out much more angsty than I'd imagined, but I think it progressed their relationship in a good way.

SUNSHINE UNIVERSE MASTERLIST

"Love", you answer John's call with a hum from his en-suit, massaging in the last product of your morning skin-care routine. Your eyes flicker to the doorway in the mirror when he steps into it, leaning against its frame. His hands dig into his jogger's pockets as he does. 

You fan your face, trying to help the moisturiser dry quicker, greeting him with a small smile. 

John's hair has grown longer, not as neatly chopped during his home visit. He's probably racked a hand through it as he left the bed or pulled on his jumper, trying to neaten his bedhead, concerning it seemed to have hastily been swept upwards and to the side. 

"Have any plans today?"

"M'no". You turn, blue eyes following you when you walk forward. As you stop before John, you raise your hands, brushing your fingers over his face to gently rub any residue cream onto his skin. His nose scrunches, instinctually closing his eyes, making you chuckle.

"Done with your onslaught?" John asks when you drop your hands and he cracks his eyes open.

You peck his lips, mindful that your still dewy skin doesn't come in contact with his. "Yes". You smile, walking back to the sink to wash your hands. After flicking the access water from them, you reach for the towel hanging beside his.

"Thought about somethin'", he begins and your eyes find him in the mirror as you cock a brow. "Think I'm ready". Your hands halt their movement of running between the fabric. You look over your shoulder, holding the towel rather than drying your hands.

"You mean?"

John nods. "Have thought about it and I've decided, wanna talk to you about... everythin'".

"Yeah? Alright", you quickly dry your hands and turn to him. 

It's been two weeks since the visit at the pub that brought not only a guy trying to hit on you but the ordeal Ghost helped you through. You hadn't brought it up afterwards. Or at least you hadn't asked John about what he would consider sharing, not wanting to pressure him. 

Your man had, however, expressed how much it meant to him. Not necessarily through words, but he spent considerably more time with you, if it so was while cooking or if you did any routine of yours. He also touched you more, arms anchoring around your waist at each given opportunity, kisses pressed more frequently to your forehead, lips or neck, a hand always resting upon your skin when you sat together watching a movie or doing your separate things.

But you hadn't talked about it. The incident, if you may. You wanted to, yet left it up to John to decide the when. And that seemed to be now. 

You walked over to him, hands settling on his waist as you looked at him. "What do you say about taking it downstairs? I can make us a cup of tea?"

His smile was warm when he nodded, agreeing to the idea with a kiss to your hairline, aware of your freshly fixed skin.

You try not to work yourself up. Try not to imagine what John might tell you. And still, there's a jittery feeling in your body disturbing the otherwise slow air of a weekend morning. 

You can't help but look forward to John opening up about his work, filling the gaps he intentionally left vacant and those you didn't want to speculate about. At the same time, what should you expect?

Your fingers tap against the kitchen counter as you watch the kettle boil, hot steam billowing from the opening. Your eyes fall to the little plastic bit still pushed down and shining blue. Soon done, you think. 

You're so focused on the kettle that you don't even notice the man who slides up alongside you until an arm circles your waist and breaks your attention.

Glancing to your right, you find John standing there. 

"Nervous?" 

"I... yes, no?" Your brows furrow. "I just don't know what to expect", you shrug, offering him a smile.

His blue eyes search yours, head tilting. John gently tugs at your waist so your body angles towards his. When it does, his other arms also circle your waist. Your hands naturally fall to his abdomen, sneaking under the knitted sweater he's wearing. Even the walking heaters seem unable to withstand the late autumn temperatures that creep into his house. 

"Never asked if you felt ready to talk about it. If you don't, we can take it another time?"

"Been ready for a long time, John, don't worry". You shake your head to dissolve any worry of his. "Just don't want to make you uneasy by reacting badly or something", you admit sheepishly. 

The military has ingrained many things in him, minor and not-so-minor ones. Some you know, others you don't. One of the ones you'd picked up on was that he always worried about others before himself. Captain, your mind whispered each time you noted it. He was used to caring, leading others, shouldering their safety. You didn't need to know about the things he guides his subordinates through to admire him for it. And yet, you knew that at the moment, John worries more about you than himself.

And the fact is he shouldn't. John was the one who needed to become comfortable enough with even the thought of speaking about anything concerning that part of his life. You can only imagine it hasn't been easy despite not noticing he's behaved differently. So, for him to finally take the step of fully explaining things to you? You didn't want him to regret that choice just because you've grown unsure of yourself.

It wasn't crippling doubt that crept into your bones while you've been waiting for John to determine when he's ready. Even so, you've replayed what happened at the pub, wanting to know more about what may be the cause. You'd felt powerless then, not knowing what was happening or how you could help. You haven't thanked Ghost. But, you're grateful for how he'd stepped in, not knowing the result of the situation otherwise.

"If you're expressionless the whole time, that would worry me more", John chuckles, keeping your gaze with a soft expression in his eyes. "Don't worry too much about your reactions. I want you to tell me if it gets too much or if you have any questions. Can you do that for me, eh?"

"Promise", you nod. He smiles, ducking his head to press a lingering kiss to your lips, pleased with your reply. 

What breaks you up is the tick of the kettle, signalling the water has reached the simmering temperature adequate for a cup of tea.

"Go sit down. I'll bring these over". You leave another quick peck on John's lips before stepping out of his arms towards the two awaiting cups.

"Spoilin' me this mornin', are you?" You roll your eyes as he presses a kiss against your temple when he passes.

"Rather making you comfortable", you look over your shoulder as John heads to the living room. That softness in his eyes grows warm, the crows-feet in the corner of them becoming more prominent as he returns your smile.

Preparing the tea, you catch John rummaging behind you. You put in the teabags and a dash of milk in John's cup. As you walk to put back the carton in the fridge, you throw a look in his direction. 

The man who always prefers milk in his tea when he's home, concerning it's not a luxury he always gets when deployed, is currently tending to a fire. He's kneeling before the fireplace, apparently having had an easy time with the wood and matches as the flames flicker with an orangey colour, lightening his face in a warm glow.

Returning to grab the cups of tea, you head over to join him. 

You hadn't envisioned this being how your morning would play out, but the crackling fire adds to the relaxing atmosphere and eases whatever nerves you previously harboured.

When you stop by the couch, John has left the fireplace and walked over to join you. You hand him a cup before settling down on the plush pillows with your back leaning against one of the armrests. He follows, naturally sitting down only to lift your legs and shuffle closer, draping them over his lap once comfortable. 

You momentarily place your mug on the coffee table, reaching for the blanket thrown over the backrest close to your head. You unfold it over the two of you, John accommodating your shuffling by raising his mug to not spill any of the liquids inside. Not until you settle down again with your cup in hand does he cock a brow at you.

"Cosy?" The firewood crackles and you tilt your head sideways against the couch's back, hands clutching the warm mug in your lap.

"Yes", you answer with a smile. 

You raise your cup, sipping the warming blend as you watch John, waiting for him to start talking. But he sits in silence, one hand repeatedly skimming up and down your blanket-covered shin. His eyes had shifted to the fire. The flames lighten his eyes, making them appear as if the blues in them are alive. From how he keeps quiet, your brows knit together.

"If you have changed your mind, that's alright". Your voice is gentle, reminding John you're taking this at his preferred speed. His eyes return to you, brows raised.

"No", he waves his hand dismissively, holding his mug steadily on your legs with the other. "Just... gatherin' my thoughts. Don't really know where to start". John's sentence is a short chuckle followed by a shake of his head. He knocks his head backwards, resting it against the couch's upper ridge, tilting his face towards you.

You hum in return. "One day, you can maybe tell me your backstory. But today, it's enough to brief me on things you consider essential to know".

This time, John's chuckle is genuine as he nods. His fingers tap against the mug in a quick rap of each digit beside his thumb hooked in the ear.

"You know I'm a Captain, part of SAS". He brushes past the things you already know. "But, there was a reason I said we ain't technically affiliated with the army the first time we met and ain't only because of bein' special forces".

You remember the initial reluctance and a later lighthearted but brief description of their profession. "How so?"

"You were onto it with that clever mind of yours. There's a reason we spend so much time together". John's head cocks to the side and you understand he refers to the absent presence of Ghost, Johnny and Kyle. "I handpicked the lads".

Your head cocks. "For what?"

John exhales heavily, eyes flickering away as he raises his mug to his lips. He sips the tea, leaving your question to hang in the air until he turns to face you again, gaze locking with yours. 

"Taskforce 141, a multinational coalition comprised of various top members from special forces specialising in counter-terrorism. The British SAS is one of them". Your eyes widen, that you hadn't anticipated.

It wasn't a light fact that John dropped on you. It wasn't 'I'm just in the army' or 'A soldier in the SAS', both of which you would've understood why he didn't want to go about mentioning to every soul he meets. But this? Captain in a task force only assembled by special forces? It explained a whole lot more.

"Whatcha thinkin'?" You blink out of your stupor, not noticing your eyes have dropped until you raise your gaze to John's again.

He was tapping his mug, watching you closely, gauging your reaction.

"Just... that it makes sense", you chuckle, briefly glancing down at the mug in your hands before your eyes find his. "I hadn't guessed it, but at the same time, I'm not surprised".

He smiles at that. "Said it, too clever for the pretty facade". You shake your head at how he squeezes your leg, the side of his mouth tugging upwards.

"Despite that, I have a question", you return. John nods, encouraging you to ask. "You mentioned you handpicked them. Feels like you need a high-level authority for that?"

"I am a Captain", he quips, making you nudge his thigh in amusement. Both of you knew that might not be the sole requirement to choose who gets selected for such a task force. "Had a part in launchin' the 141 a few years back, too many loose ends for my likin' that ought to be tied up, which makes me highly involved in who gets picked".

You make an ah sound before speaking. "So the others, why them?"

"The lads have all advanced within the SAS. I met Ghost when he first enlisted and worked with him a fair share while he rose through the ranks. Soap and Garrick, I discovered later but still early on in their careers, came to work with the latter a lot when he became a sergeant", John explains. You can't help your smile. He's talking proudly of them.

"So you lot are the core of it then?"

The corner of John's lips twitches upwards as he hums. Before answering, he raises his mug to his lips. "Can say that, at least of the British branch", he says once he swallows his tea.

"What other branches are there?" He sends you a look, one that isn't hard to decipher. "Let me guess, classified?"

He hums an affirmative in return. "Some things are, even to immediate family. Other times, it's more of a safety thing. The less you know, the less valued you are". 

Your brows furrow. Something about how John said it made an uneasy feeling infiltrate the air.

"What do you mean by that?"

"In our line of work, there's a reason not everyone entertains a life outside the base, not more than a functionin' one. Some view attachments as dangerous". 

You swallow. "Why?"

"We soldiers are a different kind, ought to be", he shrugs. "But, we also deal with desperate and dangerous people, and when those people also want power, it can go south quickly". John's voice is even, factual, as he explains the circumstances. "Some don't dare evolvin' civvies with that".

"What's your view on that?" You watch him closely.

"I'm sittin' here with you, love". John's smile was gentle as he rubbed your shin over the blanket. "Got worried?"

"For a second, yeah". Accompanying your reply is a sigh of relief.

He offered you a gentle smile and squeeze of your leg. "Bigger chance you'll leave me".

Your frown at him. "Why would you say that?"

"If you haven't noticed, I am an old man in the military." John chuckles, but the sound grates your ears. 

Despite you teasing him of the occasional back pain or just for amusement, John isn't old. You'll remain firm on that belief. So what his sentence insinuated didn't sit right with you.

"Sure". It's more you filling the silence than affirming anything as your thoughts process. John's lightheartedness is a poor attempt to mask how his eyes avert from yours after the sentence. It's fleeting but enough for you. "Is that something you worry about? Genuinely?"

John looks momentarily taken aback. His brows shoot high on his forehead, lips dropping from the mug's rim a second before he lowers it. He looks at you through his peripheral before facing you fully, gaze locking with yours. He must see it then, the same seriousness contorting your features in concern as what previously laced your voice. 

"Have passed my mind, yes", he exhales the truth. Sinking further into the couch, the hand at your leg stills. He looks forward, eyebrows setting while his tongue swipes over his bottom lip.

"Do you believe that, John? That that's a reason I would leave you for?"

"Enough of reason in my ears, love".

"Then, well, you're going deaf". Blue eyes find yours. "I won't leave you for a reason that ain't true. Sure, you've been a soldier for long enough you've become a Captain. But, in my book, you're definitely not an old skeleton sitting on an army base".

"Might as well be. The shit we see-". John shakes his head. "It just sticks with you sometimes, hollows you out, s'hard to let go and not always the easiest for others to handle".

"Is that what you feel like?"

"I feel like I don't want to burden you too much with it". John rubs your leg again, smooth motions up and down. For your sake or his, you don't know. "If not for what happened at the pub... would probably not have this conversation already. Afraid it might scare you off".

You clench and unclench your fingers around your mug, playing with its ceramic ear as you watch its liquid contents swirl. There's a part of you that shrinks at that. You feel bad. 

Did he think you would walk out the door the second everything isn't sunny days? Was that why he needed time to think about telling you?

A hand enters your vision seconds before a gentle nudge against your chin raises your head. Blue eyes meet yours and you see how John has leaned closer. 

"Remember, speak your mind", he gently reminds you of your earlier promise.

You sigh with a nod, and he drops his hand to your thigh. John remains near when not retreating to his previously upright position. 

"I hope you didn't feel forced to have this conversation".

"I felt ready". John doesn't hesitate when he answers.

"So why say we wouldn't have had it if not for what happened?"

"Can't say the military is known for lettin' you open up about how you feel", he exhales. "So it's hard to do it other times as well, despite suspectin' you wouldn't shun it after the pub".

You can't help but think about what happened at Marissa's place. How John initially had been so adamant about repressing what triggered him, his frustration and shame for reacting like he did. You do understand it better now. Nonetheless, a gnawing sensation nestles in your skull when you learn that if not witnessing what you did, John would probably have continued to bottle things up. 

He'd mentioned how he hadn't let go of something from his last deployment, how something still was fresh enough to rip open like an invisible wound. You didn't know the things you now do back at the pub. Despite this, it hurt you that John thought he had to carry that weight himself. 

"I know we talked about how hard it was for me while you were away when you returned. But we never-". You bit your lower lip. "I never asked how you got on, not more than briefly. I know it probably would've been too soon to ask then, but concerning what happened at the pub, did everything really go to plan?

He swallows harshly, giving you a curt nod. "Can't tell you much... but said it went well, and it did. We pursued some leads that brought us to somethin' we've been lookin' for". John turns his head, looking into the fire as he continues. "Also found somethin' we hadn't anticipated, the thing that held us up", he motioned with his fingers as if referencing the conversation you had over the phone the day he returned to base from two months of no contact.

And then, he grimaces, lips curling into a thin line as his hand comes up to drag across his beard. 

"The men we were after grew paranoid, believin' someone sold us information concernin' how close we followed them. They weren't mistaken, but they looked in the wrong place. We found a base with civilians, beaten up quite badly. All of them...". He lets out a painful huff and a single shake of his head. "All of them were women".

The corners of your lips fall downward, a heavy feeling settling in your chest. A glum sensation, almost tasting round and cold in your mouth, washes over you. You feel for John. You feel for what he witnessed. 

You sit up, placing your mug on the coffee table as you bring one of your legs from his lap, crossing it in front of you so it rests along his thigh. You reach forward, placing your hand upwards on John's leg, letting him be the one to initiate contact. 

You don't have to wait long before one of his hands lands on yours, his fingers intertwining and giving you a single squeeze. 

Relief washes over you when John doesn't pull away, likewise when he turns to look at you. Even though he must have been distant, reliving the moment he described, the faraway look previously evident creating the perfect blank slate to reflect the fire as if mirroring his memories. He's with you now.

"The lad at the bar... it triggered the memory of when we found them".

It isn't hard to follow the same path John's mind must have. The man. His raised hand. You. Those civilians. Even you could see the eerie resemblance to what he witnessed not more than a month before during his deployment. 

Now, both your hands hold his, cradling it as you rub delicate circles with your thumbs before you raise it to your lips. You press a soft kiss over his knuckles, right atop the little strips of silver marring his skin.

"I understand". You murmur against John's hand, leaving another gentle kiss before you drop it to your lap, continuing the soothing motion of your thumbs. 

John sighs, leaning forward to let this mug join yours on the table. When he settles back into the couch, he turns his body towards you. You shuffle to accommodate as one of his legs joins yours on the couch. Even so, the knee of his bent leg rests partly on top of yours. You don't mind the weight, not when it makes John feel closer to you.

He lets you hold his hand while he worms his other beneath the blanket and your joggers, seeking the slightest bit of your skin to graze as he readjusts your leg, now resting closer to his hip.

"Sometimes it just feels like it never stops, so neither can you. It's hard to go home, take time off and rest when you know they don't do the same. Far too easy start thinkin' about, and then, it can overwhelm you". You nod, showing you understand. "S'what happened at the bar". 

"Should I assume it's stress-related?"

"Somethin' along those lines. I don't struggle with the disorder type. Med-evals cleared those. But despite years in the field, some missions are always harder to let go of immediately after comin' home". John admits. Now, his thumb draws circles into the skin between your thumb and index finger.

"How does it- did it feel?" You ask with a tilt of your head, referring to the only instance you can relate to. He'd hastily explained it in the confines of Marissa's office but must still have been high-wired from the sensations.

John's brows draw together and he purses his lips, possibly contemplating how to answer.

"Feels like gettin' stuck in your head when you shouldn't, like too many thoughts which provokes adrenaline. But, it's no productive thing, mind battlin' itself as you know it's not needed while still gettin' the injection. Feels like a quiver here-", John points to the spot not far from the top of his ribs, right between his pecks. "-fight or flight bein' on the verge of explodin' and already fadin' all the same, an unsettlin' feelin'. At the pub, there were too many connections, similarities with our mission". 

"You know, I may be good at reading people, which helped me notice something wasn't right that night, but that only helped me so much. I didn't connect the dots, I guess because I couldn't place what was happening, never seen it before". You shrugged, defeated.

"It's not a big shift for the eye, but it's noticeable if you know what to look for", John explains before adding, "The more you're around it, the quicker you notice".

"I... I need to admit, John, I think it was a long time since I felt so helpless", you confess, head dropping forward as you remember how it felt having John standing there seeming so far away. "I could do nothing but watch Ghost help you, not knowing what was happening. I felt so out of my depth". 

You feel a hand on the side of your neck then, raising your face with the help of the thumb notched beneath the hinge of your jaw. As you lift your eyes, you catch how John had ducked his head. He didn't need to say anything this time for you to speak your mind.

"I tried to help, but it didn't...". You trail off as the image of John shying from your touch while accepting Ghost's flashes on your frontal lobe. The image creates a lump in your throat that you try to swallow. 

"Please, love", he coaxes you, brows knitting together upon your grimace. Disliking the pleading look on John's face, you release an unsteady breath before you speak. "It kinda hurt seeing how you reacted to Ghost compared to me". Despite trying to keep your voice strong, it grew small at the end of the sentence. 

Something flickers in John's eyes as you stare back at him, something that creates a fogginess hiding away the glint in those blues.

"I understand, but know that I didn't want to". John soothes, voice the most delicate you ever heard it. "I saw you, heard you...though when your brain slowly diverts to the same thought pattern as on the field... it gets hard not reactin' like that. With all the time I've spent with the lads, you grow used to differentiate them from others".

You must have done something that suggested his explanation wasn't what you wanted to hear as panic flashed deep in his eyes. His lips part, probably about to apologise, either for his wording or something else.

"I know I can't fault you. I know that. I'm not upset about the fact". You intercept before John has the chance to say anything. "I understand that Ghost, fuck, even Kyle and Johnny know what you're going through and can catch onto it quicker to help you out of it. I understand there's a different bond between the lot of you that I can't copy. It's just that I want to know how I can help you if something like that happens".

John swallows, eyes flickering between yours. "You're not wrong, but I don't want that kind of bond with you when I have a different kind". 

John couldn't be more glad you didn't enlist. If not for the selfish reason that he probably never would've met, and even if so, entertaining a relationship would've been difficult, maybe even inappropriate. Then, because he knows the army robs any man or woman enlisting from their former self and future normalcy as if permanently hooked up to IVs with terrors or troubled insides.

"Love, I want you to know that you give me something they do not. You give me peace". John raises your intertwined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss against it. The bristles of his beard tickle your skin when it drags across his chin as he drops it into his lap. "You might not steer me through those episodes like Ghost can and did. What we know- what we do, is the same as in the field when softness is no alternative, when momentarily reprieve is the only choice. But, you can help ease me through them-".

"But how, John, how do I do that? I tried to touch you, but you flinched away. You didn't respond when I talked to you and gave me no sign you heard me. My options were running low, if not non-existent". The words tumbled out of your mouth as you tried to make your point through the desperate emotions the conversation roused.

"I-". John stops himself, momentarily looking to the side. He takes a deep breath that he exhales before facing you again. "I can't swear it's a one-solves-all remedy. But, talk to me at first. If you notice touch doesn't work, set it aside for a while and when you try again, begin with non-critical places. Today's a good example. Take it slow, be gentle, leave it as open as possible for me to take the step", he jiggled your intertwined hands.

You bite your lip, looking at your hands. "I guess today was easier because I knew this may be a touchy subject and no matter what kind, you can't brute-force those. Last time took me off-guard", you breathe out, eyes returning to meet the blues already watching you.

"M'not holdin' it over you. Just grateful you didn't tuck tail and run".

"I wouldn't do that". John watches you, scanning your face with a soft look, replacing the look of self-doubt and worry now fading from his eyes. 

His left hand drifts to your cheek, thumb brushing your cheekbone before he beckons you closer. You follow his request and he meets you with a kiss. 

His fingers curl into the back of your head, massaging with slight presses into your neck muscles. You exhale through your nose, falling further against him. Knowingly or not, he helps work the nerves out of your body with the gentle pressure changes. 

John is the one who pulls away, but you don't mind when he keeps himself close by letting your forehead rest against one another.

Your eyes are still closed when you speak. "Thank you for opening up". 

"All because of you, love".

"No need to flatter me". You lean away, smiling kindly, voice light. John's eyes flutter open not long after, his blue eyes happier as they shine in a way you hadn't seen before.

"I'm serious". John's hand presses against the side of your face briefly. "You help me relax, slow down the thoughts, make me feel present". John's tone is steady, eyes never averting from yours as he speaks. 

A warmth rises in your chest, blooming to envelop your ribcage. Your cheeks gradually strain from how your smile slowly unfolds, from a pout to pressing your lips together in a line that soon bows upwards. The way it does when words are too sweet and immense to accept quickly.

The slow unfoldment mirrors the feeling in your chest and you can't help how the weight of emotions turns your words into something between a choke and a laugh. "Oh, John". 

Your hand lifts to his, holding it as you lean into his touch. Some of your fingers sneak beneath his hand, resting against his rough but warm palm, while your thumb settles on top of it. As your head tilts against the couch's backrest, it traps your hands close. You can't move your thumb much, but you draw a circular motion into his skin the best you can.

You gaze back at John. There are slight creases beside his eyes, those crows-feet. At the moment, the smile tugging his lips brings them forth. The blue of his irises seems to shine, to be alive. They're glittering in a way that isn't entirely thanks to the fire but from something inside.

You want to spew everything welling in your chest. How grateful and proud you are of John. How much this conversation mean to you.

Yeah, you wanted to tell this man all the feelings he roused, feelings you hadn't felt in a long time, if ever.

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[kopivie]

share some hades!wrio headcanons? I'm actually SO invested i'm going to die

oh! i think i can come up with a few! it'll probably be some facts about him, and maybe some writing? (note: i'm coming back after finishing this and.. i got so carried away.)

(also as a side note, if i were to write a fic about this, i might use a lot of greek/ancient greek terms and words, so if you see something like that, please don't be alarmed.)

first and foremost, i'm definitely clinging to That One Part of wriothesley's canon lore of him abandoning the name given to him before his murder trial. canonically, he just picked up the name "wriothesley" from an obituary because he didn't want to use the one his foster parents gave him. what that name was, we will probably never know (unless it's said in his story quest, which i haven't done yet.) that said, allow me to jump into my hades!wriothesley hcs :D

"wriothesley" is a name that very few actually use. much like canon, people often refer to him as "your grace". however, he has many, many monikers; "the duke of meropide" and "king of the underworld" are just two of many.

underworld residents (or to overworlders, meropide prisoners) coined a bunch of new terms to refer to the elusive duke: aides or aidoneus (meaning "the unseen" or "the invisible one"), orcus (meaning "killer" or "the one who kills"), ditis pater/dis pater/dis (all meaning something along the lines of "rich one"), or clymenus (meaning "the illustrious" or "the revered one")

note: these are all actual names used to refer to hades in greek mythology.

no one calls him those names to his face or in his presence. those names are spoken in whisper -- saying any of those names seems to evoke a physical reaction to anyone who may have been in the fortress long enough to understand the weight behind those names.

hades!wriothesley is not a benevolent being. he is extremely objective. he seldom makes emotional decisions, which leads people to believe that at times, he has no emotions to speak of. (which isn't true, obviously.) his impartial decisions have cost many a life.

i think that because he doesn't rely on his emotions when making many decisions, that is the reason why he goes overboard when it comes to you. it's a little like shaking an unopened soda bottle for an hour and then suddenly opening the top.

wriothesley's love overflows, it gushes, it stains everything it touches. it seeps into every pore and changes you from the inside out. the problem with this, however, is that you resist this change initially.

you are receptive to his... i don't wanna call it advances, since that often has a negative connotation. wriothesley is anything but pushy and inappropriate. he's gentlemanly and chivalrous, so much so that you almost want to scream sometimes. let's call it courting — you allow him to court you, although you keep him at a distance.

why do you keep him at a distance? i... don't really know. perhaps someone can send in a suggestion. but the point is that you don't fully indulge yourself -- sometimes you do, but you become slightly distant and apologetic afterwards. wriothesley understands and is happy to be patient with you, but...

i think my suggestion for your hesitancy would be that you can feel the love that he exudes, and it scares you. you're afraid of what might happen if you allow yourself to sink too deep.

and that... that is probably why you resent him when he takes you to the fortress. that's part of the reason, anyhow. you were afraid of drowning and he literally took you to the bottom of the sea. in a metaphorical sense, he basically tied a brick to your ankles and dragged you down to his own depths against your will. you can't fight, you can't resist -- you can only endure. that is why you're angry with him.

"why do you resent me so?"

hades has the audacity to ask you such a question as you study a flower that he'd brought back from his latest visit to the overworld. you hadn't known of his departure, but when he gifted you this fresh plant, you felt something ugly and bitter stir within you. you became fixated on it, deciding to hole yourself up in your room to spend time with the only thing that gave you peace. you don't react to his question.

he stays quiet for a while, but he doesn't leave. after about five minutes, he inquires again. "please, blossom. i must know. i just wish to make you happy."

you all but slam your hand down on your desk. "happy? you want to make me happy?" you haven't raised your voice, but your tone is as icy as the vision that dangles from his clothing. "set me free. let me go home."

wriothesley is quiet again. "...will you at least look at me?"

the wetness in your eyes forces you to shake your head. "you haven't earned my gaze."

"and what must i do to earn it?"

"i've already told you."

"what else must i do?"

that gets you to turn around. "why are you so stubborn? what is preventing you from letting me go? you yourself can wander between the realms freely, but i can't?" your eyes sting with unshed tears, though the sensation doesn't last long. your frame trembles as you cry, and wriothesley cups your face to wipe the tears away. "do not touch me." you hiss at him.

wriothesley gives you a humorless smile. "you're not pushing me away."

...he's right. why aren't you pushing him away? "you haven't earned the right to touch me."

"haven't i?" hades is leaning in closer. you can smell peppermint on his breath. did he drink tea before coming? his thumb caresses your cheek. your eyes list to the side. "blossom," he calls you. "please."

you have a hard time resisting when he begs you like this. you hate how you let him get away with murder. he's trapped you here against your will, denied you of your freedom, and yet you still allow him to treat you like a deity. you allow him to do as he pleases. you don't feel threatened by him, no -- what you feel is his sincerity. his longing. his love.

you lock eyes with wriothesley. he's sharing a breath with you now. "wh-what do you want?" you ask. "you've already taken everything from me. how greedy can one man be?"

wriothesley's eyes glimmer in the lamplight. you can feel his gaze drop to your lips. his voice is noticeably deeper when he asks, "do you want to find out?"

you're not sure what you feel when he kisses you. the kiss is soft, sweet, and tastes of peppermint. his lips are warm, as is the rest of him. he licks into your mouth slowly and patiently, and you don't fight him.

because really, you've never wanted to push him away. you want to accept wriothesley for who he is, bloodied hands and all. you want him almost as bad as he wants you. and yet you just can't accept him in his entirety-- not as he is now. not when he's secretive and evasive. but his affection gives you some reprieve; his love gives you peace overwhelming, so much so that you let your own feelings shine through in moments like these.

you end the kiss first. you pull away, breathless, though you notice that he doesn't move an inch. after a brief silence, you finally speak. "you're too much for me." you murmur. "you'll be death of me."

wriothesley takes your hands in his. "for as long as i rule the underworld," he replies, "death will never find you. and that's a promise."

(also obligatory catte tag bc i need a fellow wrio lover to see this 🫡🩷 @catcze)

(p.s.: lemme know if i shouldn't tag you in this stuff, okay?)

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[warrior-cats-rewritten]

sorry to spam you, but. what happens with scourge in your rewrite? he’s my favorite <3

Please, don't ever apologize for sending lots of asks! I love answering them and they can help me think of things I hadn't thought about before, or flesh an arc out. Send as many as you want, all of you!

Anyways, Scourge, the literal scourge of my brain, because I've had to rewrite him 3 different times.

This little guy has been reworked SO much. The first was to tell the story of a downfall, how sometimes people become worse than the people who hurt them, and pay for it, but showing that there was still 'Tiny' in there, having The Rise Of Scourge end with his spirit, now back to being Tiny, reuniting with Quince, while his older self faded away.

I... Hated the vibe. And I'm probably gonna save THAT kind of ending for someone else...

I then changed it to be somewhat more like Better Bones, but with Scourge remaining leader of Bloodclan.... But that also doesn't line up with the themes of Graystripe's Clan and Ravenpaw's Path, where Fury and Neo Bloodclan come into play.

I didn't wanna kill him. I didn't want him to join Thunderclan. I didn't want him to stay in Bloodclan....

Then, it hit me.

So... Meet the new Scourge. He can say the F word.

Scourge

His story is one about coming back from the brink of no return.

Firestar has noticed something about Scourge. The fur around his neck has rubbed off, his voice is brittle, swallowing is so difficult that he drools a bit, his breathing is shallow, and he's... Painfully underweight. Now, aside from the terrifying thought that is "how strong would this guy be if he WAS properly nourished?", he realizes that even if Scourge manages to make it through this battle, he will most likely not make it to next season.

In a flash, Firestar leaps onto Scourge's back, and sinks his teeth into his scruff and collar. Just like his new deputy Longtail did to him, he begins to pull, hoping and praying that Starclan will grant another miracle.

The collar snaps, just as Scourge is about to pass out, he takes in his first deep breath in ages. Firestar pays for it with his first life.

Swiftpaw, now posthumously named Swiftclaw, is chosen as his first life to lose. He feels the pain and terror and rage and desperation that Swiftclaw did, but he also puts pieces together. Why did this happen? The real why. Not just the dogs getting a taste for cat. Not Tigerstar's seemingly unending thirst for power. Before all that.

This problem is the fault of the Clans. Churning out radicalized youths who will hurt others because of the instilled belief that Might Makes Right. Sure, Scourge has taken things too far, and seems hellbent on revenge, but the seeds of this bloody battle were planted on Clan Land.

Blackfoot, Brokenstar, Leopardstar, Mistfang, Darkstripe, Longtail, even Crookedstar and Nightstar have all fallen victim to this belief at one point of another. Tigerstar was not made in a vacuum. This kind of "kill or be killed" mentality is not making the Clans strong, it is getting cats killed.

He sees another vision of himself fighting Scourge, killing him. But his sight flickers, and it makes him sick. Scourge's build is so much like Princess. His eyes the same shade of blue that Cloudtail has. He sees his own loved ones in the one he is fighting. He is sinking his teeth and claws into his own Kin.

And then, finally, he sees the vision of Tigerpaw being goaded by Thistleclaw to beat Tiny. Then Thistlepaw being rewarded by Adderfang for sparring with a Riverclan apprentice and tearing their ear. Adderfang charging into battle alongside his father, too eager to take a life from Heatherstar Heatherstep. Tigerclaw berating Darkpaw for failing a training exercise. Darkstripe getting his new apprentice Longpaw to eat prey instead of giving it to the sick elder... The vision ending with Longtail touching noses with the newly named Swiftpaw, a line of cats behind him so long it stretches into the shadows, endless kittens behind Swiftpaw, a mentorship doomed before it even began. Generations of cats hurting each other with no end in sight.

Enough is enough.

When he comes back to life, he slams against Scourge, dodging his attack again, and looking around to confirm his worst fears. All of Bloodclan's cats are fully grown. The Clans have brought apprentices. This victory is for the future, to Save The Clans as Fire Alone.

He slams Scourge against the ground, and knocks him out. However, Rooster, a Bloodclan cat, cries out that Scourge has been killed. To be fair to Rooster, Scourge is laying limp at the feet of Lionclan's leader.

While many Bloodclan cats scurry away, some to one day become Neo Bloodclan, Firestar taps the ground to call attention to Snowpaw, using a bit of Body Speaking to silently tell the deaf apprentice to sneak Scourge to camp, grabbing Scourge's torn collar and hiding it for later.

Bloodclan negotiations begin with the cats who stay and will later be seen in Graystripe's Clan.

Meanwhile, Snowpaw drags Scourge through the woods and sneaks him into Cinderpelt's den, scaring Cinderpelt half to death. She begins to treat Scourge, removing the enforced claw tips and gathering some food for him to eat without getting sick from the influx of sudden nutrition. Snowpaw is so friendly that he manages to become friends with Scourge while he is slowly recovering, hidden in the back of Cinderpelt's den and slowly putting on some weight as he eats with his friend while getting more comfortable with others. None of this would have happened if Snowkit had been taken by that hawk...

Eventually, he is healthy enough to groom himself properly and walk around. But... What now? Can he stay in Thunderclan? Would that be a safe option for him? Firestar is still teaching cats to unlearn their biases, and Scourge may be subject to suspicion and discrimination, which isn't fair to him.

Firestar talks with Princess, and the answer is clear.

His housefolk are not home now, haven't been in a week, but... Smudge is pretty lonely. Rusty left a bit of a hole there, he could use a good friend.

Scourge is brought to Smudge's home in the dark of the night, collar in his teeth, and welcomed inside. His collar tag reads 'Tiny' but with no phone number or microchip, Smudge's people take him in as their own, and Smudge isn't so lonely anymore.

Firestar left housecat life to be wild, proving himself with a broken collar, and Scourge is leaving wild life to be a housecat once more, saving himself with a broken collar.

He is seen during Firestar's Quest, slightly chubby and full of energy, and I might have him go on the Quest with them to round out the party. The important thing is, he is happy.

Princess's Short Story, currently unnamed, is about her passing, visiting her old friends and family as a spirit. She finds Scourge's spirit, along with Quince, Socks, and Smoke, enjoying a peaceful afterlife together.

He is allowed a place in Starclan and Sky-Starclan, and will reappear during Beyond The Stars as a supporting cast member.

#warrior cats #warrior cats rewrite #wcr #warriors #asks #character page #scourge #scourge wc #firestar #swiftpaw #swiftclaw #tigerstar #bloodclan #smudge #snowkit #snowpaw #snowtail #cinderpelt #darkstripe #longtail #narrative parallels my beloved #scenes that match up with new meanings later on my beloved

[lino-nyangi]

welcome to another episode of minho hands :)

warnings: no thoughts just... ambidextrous minho and mutual masterbation, cum eating, mentions of fingering. kinda nasty ngl, but it's hot so sue me. please don't.

just laying in bed on your backs, close to each other, enough to reach your hands over to the other's crotch. you slowing stroking him, and minho rubbing lazy circles on your pussy. moaning together and instinctively pulling closer like a magnet until your lips meet, humming into each other's mouths.

you buck up your hips to chase more friction from minho's fingers, earning a gentle slap on your cunt asking you to behave and you let out a sharp "ah" against his lips, one that he swallows with a bite as you immediately lower your hips back on the mattress.

minho might seem like he's teasing you by that, not wanting to give you what you want so soon, but the way his fingers pick up their pace tells you otherwise. he will give it to you, just doesn't want you to move.

soon enough you feel your high approaching, lips detaching from minho's as your moans get louder, hand now trying to jerk him off faster. your back arches, muscles convulsing as your orgasm now washes over you. but minho doesn't stop, he keeps rubbing tight circles on your pussy and helping you ride your high. but also soon pushing you into overstimulation, your hand that was on his cock now flying to grab a tight hold of his in attempt to make him stop.

but minho's close, your whines are fuelling his high and now he's missing your touch on him. so he's quick to reach down with his other hand to pump his length, the other still on you. the stimulation together with the sounds you're making for him and his own deep groans soon get minho where he wants, shooting his load all over his abs.

after he's done milking his cock dry, he removes both hands from between your legs, both just as messy and sticky with either of you's slick. your eyelids flutter back open once your breath steadies and upon landing your eyes in the sight, you find yourself instinctively reaching for the hand that was just on his cock, grabbing it with both hands before wordlessly licking it clean.

minho watches you, eyes scanning the way your tongue glides on his palm before trailing up to his fingers, sucking on them arguably longer than necessary. the sight makes him do the same, sinking his own fingers covered in your essence in this mouth, all while keeping eye contact.

you moan around his fingers before releasing them, all nice and clean, licking your lips right after. he mirrors your actions before speaking, "aren't you gonna clean up my abs?" he briefly glances down and you follow his gaze to his abdomen, milky ribbons glistening on his skin.

you think about it for a second, making minho chuckle at your cutely furrowed eyebrows before you look up at him again, shaking your head "wanna ride them."

"you didn't participate in releasing this cum so you don't get to feel it on your little cunt."

"i was sensitive!" you whine in protest, justifying why you let go of his cock earlier and making him have to jerk himself off instead.

"not my problem." minho shrugs and you just pout, giving up and settling on just licking and sucking them clean in a bit. which didn't seem that bad at all, you definitely weren't complaining.

"but you really can do the work for two huh." you start the conversation again, impressed by how versatile his skill can be. not only were his hands ridiculously attractive, he just had to be so good at using both of them.

"had to take matters into my own hands when my baby couldn't handle a few fingers playing with her pussy," he grins at you.

you pout, "not fair. i wanted to make you cum too."

"maybe next time."

"you always say that."

"well then try harder to catch up, pretty." he shrugs again, this time with a smirk on his face, knowing fully well what he did there and you glare at him, "asshole, you know i can't."

minho chuckles, "oh i do."

"but really," you fiddle with his fingers, "it's impressive how you can maneuver both of them just as well."

he gives you a wicked smile, "yeah? do you want me to show you what else i can do with both hands?" minho's tone is tentative, alluring, and you can't help your mind racing through all sorts of filthy thoughts.

"don't leave me wondering." you find yourself muttering, eyes not seeming to be able to leave his, completely bewitched by his mischievousness.

he wastes no time to hover over you, ready for the next round... or round one? whatever it is, it definitely involves fingering you while you choke on his fingers.

#just in case any of y'all forgot that this man can use both hands just as well #i will never let y'all live it down #lee know smut #lee know hard thoughts #lee know hard hours #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids smut

[robinsno1lesbian]

What about older neighbor Robin teaching reader how to scissor or squirt (or both) 🫣

older!neighbor!robin x fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2800

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), implied age gap (reader is 18+), light choking, vaginal fingering, oral, squirting, multiple orgasms, scissoring, use of petnames, dirty talk, not proofread and written in a rush so i guarantee mediocrity- (i might add a header still because this is much more than just a drabble so? anyway)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: YES OLDER!NEIGHBOR!ROBIN REQUESTS!!!

you're on robin's lap, both of her hands holding you by the hips as she grounds you down on her.

it has been nearly an hour of this; teasing and making out while you're straddling her lap.

your lips feel almost sore from all the kissing and yet there is np end in sight.

it would be a lie if you claimed that you weren't enjoying this because, oh, you are.

your neighbor's lips are the softest you have ever felt on yours, such a deep contrast to her rough fingers.

fingers, that are currently digging into your soft flesh right above your hipbones.

so, yes, you are enjoying this but it is not nearly enough.

you can feel your wetness pooling between your legs and each kiss peppered on your lips makes you want her even more.

"fuck" she grunts. "such a pretty girl. god, i love it when you get like this"

and to add onto that, her teeth sink into your lower lip and you whimper at the sharp sting that quickly turns into burning hot pleasure as it washes through you.

"robin" you whisper. you feel pathetic for being the one who seems to be so affected by this, while robin seems to be in complete control over herself.

"what is it?" she raises her brows. "don't you like what I'm doing to you?"

"n-no" you stutter helplessly. "no, i love it but- 'need more"

the stupid grin that appears on her face tells you that she has you exactly where she wanted.

"more...?"

"y-yea" your head falls back, leaving your neck completely exposed to her. she makes good use of it, bringing her mouth to your skin and sucking marks onto the soft flesh. you know they won't fade for days.

wearing turtleneck sweaters for the weeks that follow it is.

"touch me, robin"

the woman below you chuckles sweetly, before one of her hands makes its way from your hip, up to your neck.

you gasp when you realize what she's up to, but the realization comes too late.

her delicate fingers wrap around your neck and she applies slight pleasure to both sides.

there's a hunger in her glare when she watches the way your face tenses up and your eyes go wide in surprise.

"'this what you wanted?" robin asks.

you shake your head and get rewarded by her grip tightening.

"no-?" she tilts her head. "but you said you wanted me to touch you, didn't you? you asked for this...and now that I'm giving it to you you don't want it? is that what we're doing now?"

"n-no that's- not what i meant- i-" you whine and try to grind yourself onto one of her thighs.

her smirk grows as looks down at your hips, the way they roll against her.

"thought so...bet you love every second of this too, don't you?"

this time you just nod, desperate for something -anything, really- from her.

robin leans in closer, her breath ticking against your ear when she whispers; "such a fucking slut"

your eyes roll back but you barely have time to take it all in before robin spins you around and lays you down on your bed.

you yelp at the sudden movements but she doesn't stop there, her fingers already working on the hemline of your top.

you wrap your legs around her lower body at the same time as she undresses you, your way of signalizing her that you want her to remain this close to you.

she speaks as she undresses you.

"i wanna try something new, doll. is that okay?"

only the way she calls you doll, that sweet rasp in her voice while she asks it all so gently, is enough for you to scream your consent at the top of your lungs.

but it's also excitement and desperate want to see what she has come up with.

"y-yes please" you nod. your shirt has been thrown to the floor and your pants are about to join them there, leaving you in nothing but a cute pair of underwear.

"okay" she responds before attaching her lips to the newly exposed skin. "gotta get you ready for me first"

"o-okay" your hands grab her by the hair when she kisses all over your body, occasionally biting down or sucking a bit harsher to leave red marks behind.

it doesn't take long until her kisses reach your thighs and your breath immediately hitches in your throat.

"fuck robin" you moan when her lips ghost over your clothed clit.

robin can tell just how aroused you are already; there's a growing wet patch on the fabric of your underwear.

she chuckles to herself before pressing her open mouth to your cunt.

your hips jerk up but she puts her palm on your stomach to keep you low.

you squirm on the blankets while robin teases you through your underwear.

"please- please, please, please"

"you think you're ready for me?" she questions, knowing damn well she doesn't have to ask. you can feel your heat all the way to your thighs, making a mess of your soft skin for her.

you grind down onto the mattress in response.

"good girl" she praises before she pushes the panties down your legs. "so-"

you look down, excited to see what she's come up with.

"there's this thing i've read about..." robin kisses her way up your thighs again. "only some girls can do it...i know i can but...i wanna know about you..."

she leans in closer and her breath is hot against your throbbing cunt.

"it's called squirting" she explains, all so casually. as if she isn't about to fuck you mindlessly.

"you could describe it as...female ejaculation if you will"

"m-my body can do that?" you raise your brows doubtfully.

"some can..." she licks a long stripe through you and you moan out loud.

"fuck robin!"

"let's figure out if you can, okay doll?"

"y-es" you nod, willing to try your very hardest to please.

"usually" she continues, mouth full of your pussy. you can hardly listen to any of her words, the pleasure overtaking your ability to understand. "you will feel it. before it happens. at least i do"

still, you nod.

"you just have to...let go then. can you be a good girl and do that for me?"

this you do understand, nodding wildly as an answer.

robin smiles and you can feel the way her lip turns into a smirk against yourself.

"good girl"

"let's make this pretty cunt of yours squirt" she whispers before her tongue meets your clit and licks small circles around it.

you grab the bedsheets beneath you immediately and cry out in pleasure.

"oh my god- shit- right there"

you've been wet before, the previous make-out session surely impacted you. but now, that new sensation is only adding to the arousal that's pooling beneath robin's mouth.

you can't remember the last time you have been this wet.

every lick of her tongue draws sinful noises from your pussy that fill your room.

when robin seems to be satisfied with the amount of wetness she can feel against her mouth, she brings up her hand and toys a finger around your entrance.

"p-put it into me" you whisper. "please"

she looks up at you. a string of your own arousal is connecting her lips and your pussy and her chin glistens in the light of your room.

it's an obscene picture really, but it makes you want her even more.

her eyes remain locked with yours when she pumps two of her fingers into you.

you try your best to keep her eyes on her but when you feel her moving inside of you, they roll to the back of your head helplessly.

"oh-"

you slam your hand over your mouth to keep the volume low.

but robin tsks and shakes her head.

"don't pretty girl," she says. "i want to hear you. want to hear how good i can make you feel...you don't scream like this for everyone do you? am i making you feel this good?"

she emphasizes her words by thrusting her fingers faster.

you move your head on the pillows beneath in a strange motion, one that's supposed to be a shake.

luckily robin understands.

"no? i thought so...you're so good for me, taking me so well. ready for me to go harder?"

"please"

you can feel your lower body coiling already and, the more her fingers thrust into you, the more you notice another sensation as well. one that's similar to having to pee and yet so different somehow.

"you just have to let go" robin said. so you choose to focus on that, rather than the potential embarrassment of, quite literally, peeing on her.

"good" she praises before her fingers start curling inside of you, hitting your g-spot every single time.

she moves her fingers harder against that spot inside you too, and the unfamiliar feeling in your body keeps growing and growing.

"r-robin-" you gasp and grip the sheets underneath you.

this is new and so different from how she normally does it. and it doesn't bother you one bit.

you just take it all, every stroke of her fingers, with your back arching in a beautiful bend.

the sensation you've felt before only growing the more she hits that spot of yours. you didn't even know it was physically possible to feel something like this. not like you're complaining.

"what is it doll?" she leans back, her fingers keeping up their pace.

"you gonna cum for me? gonna gush all over my mouth for me? yeah?"

you just nod and nod and nod, your brain shutting down and refusing to speak a whole sentence.

your only option is to take it and, even though you have never done it before, give her what she wants.

and so without having the slightest idea how to, you do.

"you just have to...let go then. can you be a good girl and do that for me?"

that's what robin said. her words playing on repeat when you choose to let the feeling have you. when you give in to it. let it wash through your veins and take over you entirely.

you feel it inside of you first, building up with your orgasm. and then you feel it coming out of you, while your body reaches your height.

your eyes are closed, but you can hear an odd gushing sound from between your thighs.

one you've never made before.

when you find the strength to open your eyes, robin's chin or -much more like it- her entire face is covered in a clear liquid.

she stares up at you and holds your gaze when her tongue cleans you up with long, broad licks across your cunt.

"such a good girl" she praises, your thighs shaking around her head. "you did so fucking good"

you whimper softly when her tongue laps over your clit.

robin leans back and runs her hand through her hair. she's still staring in amazement.

"come here p-please" you mumble and spread out your arms.

she nods and kisses her way up your body before letting you hold onto her in a sweet embrace until the aftershocks have rippled through you and you can breathe properly again.

"that felt so good" you tell her. "thank you"

robin chuckles sweetly. "no need to thank me, pretty girl..." she pats your thigh gently. "you did such a good job for me...do you need anything? water? a shower maybe?"

you shake your head with all the energy you can find within yourself.

"but...you"

"oh don't you worry about me, I'm fine"

"but..." as if to test the waters, you bring your hand down her body, into her shorts, where you feel her arousal pooling.

you gasp and your eyes widen. you hadn't expected it to be this much.

robin reaches out and pulls your hand out of her pants.

"if you're so eager to please, then i've got something"

you nod, willing to do pretty much anything to give robin an equal amount of pleasure to what she has given you before.

little do you know that she is about to give you even more...

"lay back" she orders.

you immediately obey and watch her getting undressed.

her muscles reveal before you, her abs especially prominent when she reaches out to pull her tank top over her head.

all you can really do is lay there and watch while she gets naked for you, her beautiful body on display.

eventually, you can't stop yourself from kneeling up and crawling toward the edge of the bed.

you are beneath her now, staring up at her with the softest glare you can muster.

your silent way of begging for permission to touch her.

robin returns your stare. "what do you want baby? say it? be a good girl and use your words for me?"

that name. good girl.

all you ever want to be for the rest of your life is your handsome neighbor's good girl.

"let me touch you" you whisper "please"

robin chuckles, she fucking chuckles and takes your chin between her index and thumb.

"make some good use of that pretty mouth of yours"

that's all you need to hear.

your lips immediately attack the valley between her breasts, kissing your way down.

goosebumps rise under your kisses and you grin to yourself before lowering your lips to her abs.

her muscles harden when you kiss over them and you shiver in response.

"fuck just like that" she groans above, her fingers sinking into your hair while she guides you.

you wrap your hands around her waist and your nails dig into her skin when she tugs on your hair.

"now lay back"

you glare back up at her and her look tells her she is being serious about this. so you do as you're told.

she follows you down onto the bed and, after a second of maneuvering, you understand what she is up to.

and, god, how you want that.

you find yourself on your beg beneath her, robin between your legs. she's facing sideways and is holding one of your legs up.

your eyes roll back in your head when she lowers herself against you.

"fuck robin" you damn nearly scream when your still sensitive cunt meets hers, the hot feeling of slick and arousal against each other has you seeing stars, and she hasn't even moved yet.

robin's head has dropped against your leg and her lips are parted, hot puffs of her exhales on your skin.

god, she looks so good like this, with pleasure written over her features.

and then she moves.

robin starts out softly, her hips rocking back and forth against your center.

you immediately know that you won't last long like that but the more she moves, the more you become aware of that fact.

her soft moans ring in your ear, her chin is pressed up against her chest and she moves her hips against you with her lips still slightly parted.

a sight that will stay with you for a long time after that.

"shit robin" you groan when the velvet, wet feeling of her center against yours picks up its pace yet again.

"fuck" she moans.

the obscene noise that fill your room could be straight out of a porno, caused by nothing but the wetness between the two of you.

"i- fuck- robin I'm gonna cum again- please can i cum?"

"wait" robin snaps and her eyes fall shut in concentration. "almost there"

you take that as a sign and grind yourself against her even harder.

her head falls back and she gives you a nod.

"cum for me y/n- fuck cum for me-"

with one particular slide of her you cum undone, crying out her name loudly.

your body is squirming beneath hers when robin reaches her own orgasm with a sinful moan.

her entire face is scrunched up with a kind of pleasure you have never seen on her. she is panting, heavy moans falling from her lips.

robin's hips are still rolling beautifully against yours for a couple of seconds and you feel her cum flowing out of her and against you.

and then she collapses down on top of you, breathing labored as she holds you close.

"fuck y/n that was so good"

you're still panting as you recover yourself, gladly letting her hold you in her strong arms through the aftershocks of her own orgasm.

you nod in agreement, knowing damn well you would do it all over again any time.

#robinsno1lesbian drabbles #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x y/n #neighbor!robin x reader #older!neighbor!robin x reader #older!robin buckley #robin buckley smut #stranger things

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Erudite

The ship fics are adorable, however I am also aro as heck and I have a proposition: Aromantic (possibly acespec, idrc whatever you wanna do there that's not the main focus) Logan being absolutely baffled because the other sides are flirting with each other and getting into relationships and flirting with him (not that he picks up on it) and he's just like. What. (long ask, so cut for brevity) - anon

Could you write a fic with aromantic or aro-spec Roman in it? – monkeythefander

*materializes into existence* Hi :D Mayhaps I request some Logince (Logan and Roman) hurt/comfort? Logan has a nightmare and Roman comforts the touch-starved Logan. Logan being a bit overwhelmed by all his emotions. Roman grounding him and giving him all the affection. Maybe some insecure Logan? Random Headcanon: Roman calls Logan "Erudite" as a comforting, loving nickname? Cause Lo is a lil nerd. Do what you will. Have fun :D – oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat

THOUGHT THOUGHT THOUGHT!! This has been on my mind for a while Names, as we have learned, are very important to the sides. (this ask is super long so not all of it is here) - anon

Read on Ao3

Warnings: mild arophobia

Pairings: background virgil/patton/janus/remus

Word Count: 3123

Logan blinks awake with sweat soaking his sheets and an ache in his muscles. In the middle of the night, the only solace he can find is with someone who might understand.

Logan blinks awake with sweat soaking his sheets and an ache in his muscles.

"That's it, come on, now…"

There's a voice. Someone is speaking to him. Is it in his head? No, he would not have used such a phrase for himself at this moment.

"Stay with me, come on, I'm right here, wake up, L."

'L.' Ah. Virgil. Logan blinks again, stirring and wincing at the tug in his limbs as a blurry face swims into view. Virgil smiles at him—at least, he presumes he does, it is difficult to tell without his glasses—and ruffles his hair.

"Hey, there, buddy. You doing okay?"

"Virgil?" He swallows through his dry throat and tries again. "Virgil?"

"Yeah, buddy, it's me. You were having a nightmare, do you remember?"

His brow furrows as he tries to recall it. No images come to mind—though perhaps that is for the better—but the ache in his limbs coalesces into a strange and heavy soreness that isn't reminiscent of any sort of muscle pain. On instinct, his hand moves toward its center to try and figure out what's going on, but his fingers only scrabble uselessly against the soft fabric of his shirt.

"Hey, hey, uh-uh," Virgil interrupts, taking gentle hold of his wrist and pulling it away, "stay here. You with me?"

"I'm with you. I don't—I don't remember my nightmare, but my chest—my chest hurts."

"You think it's from hyperventilating?"

He shakes his head. "Not that kind of hurt."

Virgil nods, the mattress creaking slightly as he leans back to give Logan his space. "You wanna talk about it at all? You need to be grounded?"

"Can—?" His throat dries up again mid-question. "Can I have some water?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure, I'll be right back."

The mattress squeaks again as Virgil's weight leaves it, the light to the bathroom and the sound of the sink following shortly. Logan drifts in the strange fuzzy half-dark of his room for several moments more before Virgil reappears with a glass of water. He sits up, carefully, and drinks about half of it.

"Thank you."

"Sure thing, bud. You need me to stay for a little longer?"

The soreness hasn't receded, but the prospect of letting Virgil stay makes it…worse. His fingers twist into the blankets. Virgil waits patiently until he sighs and his shoulders drop. "Can you see if Roman's awake, please?"

Surprise flickers across Virgil's expression, but he nods and stands. "If I can, I'll send him up. If not, do you want me to come back?"

"Just to say you couldn't find him, or he isn't awake. You don't have to stay."

"I don't mind," he says softly, but Logan shakes his head. "Okay. I'll see what I can do."

Virgil sinks out and Logan lets out a breath he hadn't been sure he was holding, putting the glass on his nightstand before his hands can shake too much to spill it. He rubs his chest. The soreness hasn't abated, but the lancing pain atop it has. Despite knowing how ill-advised it is, he finds himself once again trying to remember his nightmare. His fingers worry the creases in his shirt.

A knock on the door startles him out of his thoughts.

"Logan? It's Roman, Virgil said you were looking for me?"

"Come in."

Roman opens the door and glances around, spotting him in the bed and smiling. He looks…far too awake for the middle of the night, but at least he's dressed down in a T-shirt and sweatpants.

"Hi, Specs," he says quietly, shutting the door behind him, "what can I do for you?"

"I—"

Roman's brow furrows when he cuts himself off, taking a small step away from the door. "Can I come over?"

Logan nods and he comes to sit on the edge of the bed, still a respectful distance away, but close enough to lay a hand encouragingly on Logan's blanket-covered knee. Even through the fabric, the touch grows warm in a rush. Roman's hands are callused, he realizes, from years of swordfights and writing alike. His thumb makes little strokes back and forth, filling the room with the sound of fabric rustling.

"Logan?" Roman smiles when he looks up. "I think I lost you for a moment there."

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize, I'm pretty sure it's my fault." He indicates his hand. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

"Okay, then." He pats his knee. "Not that I'm not thrilled to see you, but I can't imagine midnight socializing works its way onto The Schedule, so—"

Logan snorts.

"—if you wouldn't mind telling me a little bit about what's going on in your head right now?"

"I had a nightmare."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Virgil was here, he…he woke me up. He got me water." Roman nods. "He…asked if I wanted to talk about it."

"And did you?" Roman prompts when he doesn't finish. "Is that when you asked him to get me?"

"Yes."

"Do you…want to talk about it with me?"

His mouth hardens into a thin little line.

"You don't have to," he continues, softer now, "I can just babble on and distract you until you get bored enough to fall back to sleep."

"That's not—" he touches his shirt again— "my chest hurts."

Roman blinks. "Okay. Um, do you want me to have a look at it?"

"…can you?"

"Of course, Specs, can I come a little closer?" Logan nods and Roman scoots up the bed. He briefly mourns the loss of the hand on his knee only for his breath to stutter when Roman's warm hand comes to rest gently on his chest. "Is this alright?"

He nods, not trusting his voice. Roman carefully rubs his hand back and forth, back and forth, in small circles, then bigger circles, then side to side, then down his sternum. A small furrow appears between his brows as he goes. When he's finished, he lays his hand right over Logan's heart and closes his eyes.

A few moments later, he opens them again.

"I can't feel anything wrong," he says, looking up at him, "but it does…I can feel something a little sore. Is that what it is?"

"Yes."

"Do you think it's just from the nightmare?"

"I don't even remember what the nightmare was."

"Okay, that's okay." His fingers tap lightly against his chest. "Is—can I keep asking questions?"

"Yes."

"Thank you. Does it have anything to do with why you sent Virgil to look for me?"

Logan's quiet for a moment. Roman waits patiently, his fingers still drumming lightly against his chest. "I…it didn't feel right."

"Right?"

"To ask Virgil."

"Why not?"

"He's…they're…"

Roman makes a soft oh sound and scoots the slightest bit closer. "Is it because the others are in a relationship now?"

It had been a long time coming, if the others were to be believed. Patton and Virgil and Janus and Remus—the four of them had recently started to explore the dynamics of a polyamorous romantic relationship and it had been going well. The four of them had been…happier than Logan could remember seeing them.

The thought of it is enough to twinge the ache.

"Hey," comes Roman's gentle voice, "stay here with me?"

"I'm here, I'm here."

Roman carefully pats his chest. "I'm guessing that was it?"

"…yes."

"Do you want to talk about that?"

Logan's mouth thins again. "It's stupid."

"If it's giving you nightmares, Specs, it's not stupid."

"It's not—" his head snaps up to look at Roman, who meets him with such soft and patient understanding that Logan's hand twitches toward his unconsciously— "do you…think that's what it was?"

"You woke up without being able to remember the nightmare except for this ache in your chest," he says, "you didn't feel comfortable letting Virgil comfort you, and you asked specifically for me."

Logan swallows. "Your logic is impeccable."

"Why, thank you."

"Still, it seems like an inappropriate thing to have a nightmare about." He shifts to ease a cramp in his leg. "The people that matter to me have gotten together and are happy about it. How is that supposed to give me a nightmare?"

Roman doesn't say anything, just looking at him expectantly. He sighs.

"I don't know, Roman."

"Do you want to try and figure it out, or do you want me to distract you from it until you can fall back asleep?"

"It'll frustrate me if I don't know why."

"Then let's figure it out."

"But that's hard," Logan mumbles, mostly under his breath. Roman chuckles and strokes his thumb across a wrinkle in his shirt.

"You like hard problems."

"Not when they keep me from sleeping."

"Come on, then, Braniac," Roman encourages, "let's get you thinking."

Logan sighs again, leaning back against the headboard. Roman goes to lift his hand from his chest but without thinking about it, he covers the hand, keeping it there. Roman makes a surprised noise.

"Sorry."

"No, no, it's alright." His hand shifts to get comfortable. "Can I ask why—would it be helpful if I asked you questions to help you think, or do you want to do it on your own?"

"You can ask."

"Thank you. Can I ask why you felt more comfortable asking for help from me than from Virgil?"

"We went over that."

"Say it again for those of us in class that aren't as clever as you."

Logan frowns slightly—Roman is clever. "Virgil has recently entered into a relationship."

"So?"

Logan turns to look at him. "What do you mean, 'so?'"

"What does that have to do with Virgil comforting you?"

"I'm not part of the relationship." Roman gestures for him to keep going. "That should—I'm not one of the people Virgil loves. Yes, yes, I know," he interrupts before Roman can say anything, "Virgil might love me, but he's not in love with me—he does not feel romantic love for me."

"I'm going to keep asking you why this matters, Logan."

"He's not—shouldn't he be doing that for his partners?" Irritation bleeds into his words. "Isn't that how that works?"

"How what works?"

"Romance," Logan spits, only belatedly realizing that Romance is Roman's thing, "as soon as you enter a romantic relationship with someone, they become your one and only priority, or whatever, they're who you're supposed to comfort, to seek comfort from, it doesn't matter what other relationships you might have, or might have worked on for years, as soon as someone gets the label of romantic partner, everything else might as well not exist."

Only after he's finished speaking and he sees Roman's expression does he realize what he's just said.

"…oh."

"You're worried the others won't think about you as much anymore," Roman summarizes with devastating softness, "and that they won't see their time with you or their relationship with you as important, is that right?"

Logan nods, shame bubbling into tears that Roman wipes away with a gentle noise.

"Does it scare you?" He nods again. "Oh, Logan…it's okay, can I hug you?"

Logan barely has time to nod again before Roman's sliding up and wrapping his arms around him and oh, Roman is big and soft and warm and his brain isn't coming up with good words anymore and he doesn't care because Roman's still hugging him and the ache in his chest is glowing and he's all warm and it almost burns and it—and—and—and—

"Shh, shh, Logan," he hears from a great distance, "it's okay. I'm right here, okay? I'm right here."

He decides he's not going to think about anything else. Nothing that isn't the fingers running lightly up and down his back. Nothing that isn't being rocked against a strong chest. Nothing that isn't the soothing murmur of words in his ear.

"I've got you, Logan. It's gonna be okay. I'm not going anywhere."

When he next surfaces out of swimming in the sensation of warm soft comfort Roman safe, he realizes Roman's moved them. He's leaning up against the headboard, Logan balanced halfway across his lap. He looks up from where his head is pillowed against Roman's shoulder. Roman smiles.

"Hey," he calls, running his fingers through his hair, "you feel any better."

"Mhm."

"That's good." He returns to scratching lightly between his shoulders. "If it's any consolation at all, I'm sure the others wouldn't be upset at getting able to comfort you at all. I think they'd miss it, actually, and start passive-aggressively fighting for the chance to do it again."

"That's kind of you."

"I'm serious! Mark my words, they'll be squabbling for the chance before you know it."

Despite himself, he laughs at the mental image of it. Roman's chest rumbles with a laugh of his own. "I don't think I would mind so much," he mumbles, tongue loosened by Roman's warmth, "if I didn't know it wasn't for me."

"If what wasn't for you?"

"That sort of thing." When Roman still looks confused, he sighs. "Romance…all of that. That sort of thing."

"What do you mean, romance isn't for you? Not that it's a problem," he says quickly, "that's your decision and you're welcome to make it, I'm just…curious."

"I'm aromantic."

"Oh. Me too."

"I just mean that—" he stops and looks up. "You're what?"

"I'm aro too, Logan," Roman says, smiling softly and running a finger down his cheek. "What's that look for?"

"You're—you—but you're Romance."

"And Janus is perfectly capable of honesty even though he's Deceit. Just because that's what I represent to Thomas doesn't mean I have to experience romantic attraction." Roman shrugs. "It's not like I'm against it, or for it, it's just…well, like you said. It's not for me."

"But—but—" Logan's still trying to make sense of this image— "but you flirt with the others all the time."

"It's fun."

"It's not fun, it's confusing. I get accused of flirting all the time and I don't even know what I'm doing that counts as flirting."

"Well, they're probably guessing that the way they flirt with you is how you'd flirt back at them."

"But that doesn't—"

He stops again. He furrows his brow. He bolts upright to stare hard at Roman.

"What do you mean, how they flirt with me? They don't flirt with me!"

"Yes, they do," Roman says patiently, "believe me, the only reason I know that is because I walk in on them scheming on how to flirt with you."

"They—you what?"

"Look, just because I'm Thomas's Romance doesn't mean I understand all of it myself."

"Why is this so complicated and confusing," he grumbles, letting Roman chuckle and coax him back into a hug, "why can't everyone just make sense?"

"I don't think they'd be themselves if they made sense 100% of the time."

Logan begrudgingly grumbles an acquiescence, but he doesn't have to like it. Judging by the way Roman laughs again and ruffles his hair, he won't hold it against him.

"You look better," he observes softly, smiling, "do you think you might be able to fall back asleep?"

He toys with the edge of Roman's shirt. Most of the ache is gone, but there's something still lingering that he can't quite figure out how to dissipate. "I don't—alright, this next part is going to sound stupid."

"Great. I love stupid-sounding things."

"They have…they're going to have secrets now. And I…I don't…" He sighs. "Do you remember when Patton told Thomas my name?"

Roman nods. Logan rubs the hem of his shirt between his fingers. After a moment, Roman hums. "They shared something private of yours, and now you don't know how to feel that they know everything about you and you won't be able to reciprocate?"

"When did you get so perceptive?"

Roman just chuckles. "I am sorry about the name thing, I don't—"

"It's fine. It was going to happen at some point."

"Still, Logan, you should've gotten to do that on your terms." Roman drums his fingers against the small of his back. "What if…what if we did it over?"

"Did what over?"

"What if you had a name—or something, that was just a private one? And then you could keep it, it could be your secret, and you could decide how you want to tell them about it, if you ever do?"

Heat begins to color his cheeks. "Like—like a pet name?"

Roman looks down. "If you wanted?"

"Okay."

"If you're not comfortable—"

"If it's you," Logan butts in, "only if it's you."

Roman pauses, looking at him, before a soft smile spreads across his face. "Okay. I'm okay with that. Do you have anything in mind?"

"You're Creativity," Logan mumbles, trying to hide his blush in Roman's stomach, "you think of one."

Roman tugs lightly on his hair in retribution but settles, humming as his fingers card along his scalp. Logan finds himself drifting off under the gentle touch, roused here and there by Roman trying out different names. Starlight is too close to his nickname for Virgil, all the generic ones are taken because the others might use them, anything to do with Logic is too impersonal…

"Erudite."

Logan stirs. He looks up. Roman cups his cheek and strokes his thumb across his cheekbone.

"Erudite," he says again, voice gentle and tender, "what about that?"

A lump appears in Logan's throat.

"Is that okay, Erudite?"

He sniffles.

"Oh, it's okay, Erudite, come here…you fall asleep for me now," Roman coos, cuddling a sleepy, weepy Logan to his chest, "shh, Erudite, it's okay…it's okay, let's try and sleep now…"

The ache in his chest fades away as he falls into a dreamless sleep.

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[cardinal-copia-popia]

But hello again❤️❤️, straight to the point this time because you never disappoint

A Little description of papas imagining their lovely sister of sin when they are in bed all alone👀

How hard Is for them to Imagine, what they Imagine, what turn them on, what would they Say during.... And anything you wanna add

Thx you and have a good day... Or night☺️

Hello, dear anon!

This was quite fun to think about! Lol. And I maaaay have gotten a little carried away, but in this case, I think that's a good thing 😅

NSFW under the cut!

Primo - It's pretty easy for Primo to imagine you, though he much prefers to have you actually there with him. But when push comes to shove, and he's alone dreaming about you, he recalls you perfectly. He sets the mood, not wanting to just think about you on a whim. The lights are low; he probably has a few candles lit whose scent reminds him of your perfume. It's recalling your soft skin and the way you feel under his hands that gets him going. And then the way you feel against his body and around his cock as he takes you slowly, wanting you to feel everything. The soft, pleased sounds you make next to his ear drives him wild. Primo touching himself to the thought of you isn't a quick thing. He wants to savor it until he just can't hold back anymore. He's rather quiet during all of this, save for the occasional moan and shaky exhalation when a particular thought really gets to him. His hand is a poor substitute for you, but his imagination never fails him. And when all is said and done, he just longs for you more, so impatient for you to be with him again.

Secondo - It's rare that you're not with Secondo in bed, but sometimes your duties around the Abbey keep you apart. He misses you, of course, so used to your presence. So much so that his mind will wander. Before he knows it, he's fucking his hand to the thought of you, wishing he could be buried inside you. He's not very vocal when it's just him save for some grunts, but in his mind, he's thinking up all sorts of dirty things he could mutter in your ear and against your skin. His favorite fantasy involves bending you over his desk in his office, taking you hard and fast from behind. But it's also in these quiet moments of just him that he allows himself to imagine more tender things, especially if he's been away from you for an extended amount of time. Usually, getting himself off like this is a quick thing, but there are rare occasions, just like when you're actually here with him, that he'll imagine making love to you slowly. He'll stroke himself slowly, taking his time and recalling the feeling of him sinking his cock into you repeatedly, loving the way your walls hug him so snugly. He might growl in frustration that you're not there with him to let him actually feel this, but that doesn't stop him. And when he finally cums, he's been known to whisper how much he loves you into his pillow, though he would only ever admit that to you.

Terzo - Terzo's got a pair of your underwear specifically for an occasion such as this. He doesn't need them to get turned on and get off to the thought of you, but they certainly don't hurt. As soon as the thought of you naked in bed with him crosses his mind, all thoughts of sleep go out the window, and he grabs your panties and holds them to his face as he palms himself through his sleep pants (if he's wearing anything to begin with). In no time, he's imagining you sitting on his face, letting him eat you out. That's his favorite thing to think about. But Terzo, like Primo, likes to take his time if he's not in a hurry to get some sleep. He'll imagine going down on you and then maybe fingering you, all the while recalling your delicious moans and cries for more. The thought of you moaning his name turns him on like nothing else and has him moaning into the empty room. And then, when he's nice and worked up, he'll roll over onto his stomach and fuck the mattress or a pillow, picturing that he's pounding into you, recalling the way your legs feel wrapped around him or hooked over his shoulders. It's the look of ecstasy on your face and the way you cry out his name that has him cumming with a barely suppressed whine and frantic pants of "yes, yes, oh Lucifer, yes," soiling the sheets or the pillow. Once he's cleaned everything up, stores your panties back in their proper, secure place, and collapses back onto the bed, he clutches your pillow to his chest, wishing more than anything that you were there with him.

Copia - It is very easy for Copia to imagine you when he's alone in bed. He doesn't necessarily like taking care of himself while away from you, liking the thought of saving up all of his sexual need for you when you two are together again, but when his mind starts to wander, he oftentimes just can't help himself. He starts out with just teasing himself through his pants or underwear, biting his lip, and trying not to make too much noise. But by imagining your fingers doing the teasing, he's quickly giving in and touching himself, trying to emulate the way you stroke him as best he can. He alternates between thinking about your mouth on him to picturing you riding him and him getting to watch himself disappear within you. He recalls the wet sounds and will maybe even use some lube to simulate it as best he can. Once Copia is worked up enough, he's moaning and whining freely, hips bucking frantically upward, and he's whispering into the empty room how good you feel around him. And the figment of you is telling him what a good job he's doing, that he's making you feel so good in a way only he can, and that you love him so much. The thoughts of your praise, the declaration of your love for him, and imagining the look on your face as you cum sends him over the edge, making him cum all over his stomach and chest. He has to bite his pillow to muffle his moans. Taking care of himself like this does nothing to diminish his desire for you, but it does help tide him over.

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[oiks-milkbread]

Bad dreams

Your best friend and flatmate had a nightmare and needs some comfort (pining)

((rn I don't have the strength to proofread, be patient with me pls.

Originally I wanted to do osamu and akaashi too, but I felt uninspired, might do them another time though))

☁️

Miya Atsumu

You feel a gentle hand on your shoulder, forcing you to reluctantly open your eyes.

"'Tsumu" you murmur groggy, trying to focus your gaze on him, "Are you okay?". Usually you would be angrier at someone waking you up, but you know your best friend.

Atsumu doesn't like to ask for help, at this point you know it well, you've seen him mask his vulnerability with a smile or a smirk or even anger many times. During those times you just sit silently beside him, sometimes you offer him food, sometimes a distraction, always trying to be kind but without pitying him (or at least what he thought what pitying someone was).

So when he wakes you up in the middle of the night, with the expression that he has, you know something's up.

"Sorry for waking you up", he sheepishly scratches his neck, looking at the floor for a second.

Atsumu is a strong man, tall, with large shoulders, the t-shirt and shorts he wears as a pyjama shows muscly arms and thick thighs. Though, with his messy hair and sad expression, he reminds you of a lost child. It's quite a rare sight, and it makes your heart sink into your chest.

"I had a bad dream" he continues "don't really wanna talk about it, but can I sleep here?".

You can't help but nod, scooting over to make some space for him in bed. The volleyball player doesn't waste any time, wrapping his arms around you, his head on your chest, your hands automatically strokes his blonde locks. There are no words, just the sound of his breath.

You're used to atsumu being touchy, it was his way to show affection with you, he was better with actions than words, it's a blessing and a curse at the same time. At this point you can't live without the comforting weight of him on you while watching a movie on the couch, the way he links his pinky with yours in a crowded street, how he massages your shoulders when you're stressed.

You're used to it, addicted even, but it also hurts, because you know it's just meant as friends and nothing more. And lately you've tried to ignore the thoughts of maybe wanting to have him as something more.

Oikawa Tooru

You lay on your side, staring at the wall in front of you, even though he's still you can feel his weight on the mattress, it's almost like you can sense his warmth seeping into your skin. Why are you so nervous? You're just sharing your bed with your best friend, nothing more.

You just wish the things between you two were normal again, for some reason unknown to you the volleyball player's behavior has been weird lately.

His busy schedule was nothing new to you, nonetheless he always found time, whether it was just a short walk and ice cream, watching a movie or just drinking something warm thogheter after he showered. You even asked Iwaizumi if there was something wrong, but you were left with more questions than answers.

"Are you awake?", your train of thoughts is interrupted by tooru's meek voice. You hesitate for a second, but then you just turn to face him, it's just stronger than you.

You feel your face getting warm, he's closer than you thought, you hate yourself for feeling this way. It's not like your best friend never touched you, he often playfully bumped your shoulder while passing by you in the apartment, you often layed your legs on his lap while watching tv, he was also a hugger. You always complained about him being clingy and whiny, wanting a hug after every match, you always told him that he was sweaty and stinky, though you always leaned into his touch, now you can't remember the last time you felt his arms around you.

"What's worng?" you ask, looking at his face, not sure of what you should do, usually you would stroke his hair or smooth your fingers over his back, but lately he's been avoiding you and your touch, even though he was the one who asked to sleep in your bad because he had a nightmare.

"I'm sorry I've been acting weird lately", it's a whisper, "I've just being lost in my thoughts... and I'm having nightmares". You can tell the brunette's telling the truth, but you feel like he's still hiding something from you.

"You don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to", you sigh, "But if I did something wrong, please, tell me", your voice cracks a little bit, you close your eyes for a second, trying to find some composure.

"Hey, what are you talking about? You did nothing wrong", his hands are cupping your face, calloused pads stroking your cheeks. "I've been such an idiot, making you worry like that" he sighs, laying his forehead against yours, you can't help but lean into his touch, feeling your face getting warmer, which doesn't go unnoticed.

"Are you okay? You're face is really warm", his tone isn't tesing though, just worried. "I'm fine", you gently take his hands, making him release your face, "You're the one who's here because you needs comfort, not me".

"So", this time the volleyball player's tone is lighter, more playful, "since I'm the one who needs comfort", "Yeah?", "Can I ask you to be the big spoon?". "Yeah", you giggle a little up, "you can ask me that", you take his shoulders and make him turn, then you wrap your arms around his sides, giving him a kiss on the nape of his neck.

"I've missed you, tooru"

"I've missed you too"

"Make me worry like this again and I'll kill you".

Suna Rintarou

"Still problems with insomnia, huh?", you're startled by rin's voice, you didn't expect him to walk into your shared kitchen at 3 am.

"Another nightmare?" you ask, diverting your eyes from the boiling water to look at him, "Yep", he makes the final p pop.

"I'm making some herbal tea, you want some?", you point at little pot on the stove, "Why not?", he sits at the table, you feel his green eyes on you.

"Which tea are you making this time?", rin wasn't really a fan of your herbal teas, but he always accepted when you offered them, he even made one for himself one day, when you were out of town and he missed you. Actually, he did it everytime he missed you and you weren't around, luckily for him you rarely left the apartment for a long time, you never found out about some missing tea bags.

"Lavander", you smile tired, "people say it helps with sleep, it tastes good, smells good. Oh, look how cute the packaging is" you add, pointing at the pastel lavander package, smiling a little bit more.

Cute, rin thinks to himself, referring to you. He couldn't care less about the tea packaging, but he found you so adorable.

"So", you sit at the table with two mugs, offering him one, "What did you dream this time? If I can ask". The volleyball player takes tha mug in his hands, letting the warmth of it seep into his skin, though he prefers when you take his hands in yours to help him feel less cold.

"Nothing special", he looks at you taking a sip of tea, trying to not stare at your lips, "the usual stuff". You nod, resting your head on your hand, "Do you think lavander tea helps? I mean with sleep", you avoid his eyes, "I feel so tired" you sigh.

"If it does, I'll directly inject it in my veins" he jokes, you laugh a little bit, "I think I still prefer to drink it", you yawn,"it tastes good".

"Of course it tastes good, you add so much sugar", he boops your nose. "That's...possibly true", you sigh before taking another sip, "Maybe if you add something sweet, you'll nightmare will go away" you pout. "I don't think my doctor would agree" he snorts, "Plus", something shifts in his eyes, "I already live with you and I still get nightmares".

You feel your face getting warm, did he really insinuate that you were sweet? Was it one of his way of teasing you, it could be, but it also feels weirdly honest.

"Don't tease me, rin", you shriek before resting your head on the table, feeling your heart beating faster, and it's not because of the sugar.

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[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly Recap | November 13th-19th 2023 (Part Two)

So this week I continued on reading a lot of @clusterbuck's fic which is why I needed to split this rec in two 😆

in my wildest fantasy (there's someone reaching back for me) by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Post-S05E17: Hero Complex | 1,7K | General): “You’ve seen more of it than I have, I haven’t been around the last few months—what do you think? About Buck and Taylor?” Eddie snorts before he can help it. He tries to cover it up with a hasty “I mean—” but Maddie’s already laughing. “No, me too,” she says. “I’m glad someone else agrees.”

🔥 (this kiss is) something i can't resist by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Getting Together, Curses | 8K | Teen): Eddie doesn’t believe in jinxes. He doesn’t believe in goblins or gremlins or ghosts, anything that goes bump in the night and is out to get you. He doesn’t believe in any of these things, usually, but on the morning of his thirty-fourth birthday, he wakes up with some kind of creature sitting on his chest muttering something indecipherable about a family curse.

starlight and star-crossed by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Marriage Proposal | 1,7K | General): Then Eddie says the last four words Buck ever expected to hear from him. "We should get married." "I—what?" Buck manages to stutter. It's two syllables more than he thought he'd be capable of.  "Yeah," Eddie says, turning to look at Buck, letting his head loll against the armrest. "For, I don't know, tax benefits and shit. That's a thing people do, isn't it?"

would you hold it against me by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Getting Together | 3K | Teen): eddie's never done a body shot. buck volunteers. it goes exactly as well as you'd expect.

kiss me like you wanna be loved by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Friends With Benefits | 1,6K | Explicit): It’s not just about the sex. It hasn’t been about the sex since—not since the first touch, Eddie’s pretty sure. Not for him, at least.

put your hands on me (in my skintight jeans) by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Established Buddie | 4K | Explicit): “We have to—we have to get out of here before I come in my pants in the middle of this bar.” “Okay, okay,” Buck murmurs. “How do you feel about coming in your pants in a bar bathroom?”

cingulomania (n.): the strong desire to hold another person in your arms by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Getting Together | 1,8K | General): “You can just ask, you know.” Buck breathes, the words ghosting along Eddie’s skin. “If you want a hug. Anytime.” (Part 1 of be my squishy (be mine))

just keep swimming by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Fluff | 1,2K | Teen): “So,” Buck says, “Do you want to talk about it?” “Which part?” Eddie asks, and Buck huffs a laugh. “I was thinking the part where I touched your butt and you told me to do it again,” he says. “Also the part where you got flashbacks from a 2003 Pixar movie about a talking fish, if you want, but you can save that for Frank if you’d rather.” (Part 2 of��be my squishy (be mine))

wishing, wanting, yours for the taking by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Vampire Buck | 1,8K | Teen): Eddie doesn’t know how to say take me, take all of me, there’s no part of me that isn’t already yours. But this part he can do: he can offer up this part of himself, let his blood heal Buck. (Part 1 of your touch brought forth an incandescent glow)

been trying to tell you i want you the most by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Vampire Buck, PWP | 4K | Explicit): And Eddie might pride himself on his self-control, but—he thinks saints would probably be led astray by this. By Buck’s hand curling around the back of his neck to keep him steady as he sinks his fangs into the place his neck meets his shoulder, tongue occasionally darting out to catch drops of blood threatening to escape. By the weight of Buck’s body pressed against his, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, thigh to thigh. (Part 2 of your touch brought forth an incandescent glow)

'til the gravity's too much by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Vampire Buck | 3K | Teen): He could write the book on the singular agony that is unrequited love for your best friend. He could probably even scrape together a respectable pamphlet on unrequited love for your best friend who is also a vampire regularly drinking your blood, even if the readership for that might be a little limited. (Part 3 of your touch brought forth an incandescent glow)

still i call it magic (when i'm next to you) by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Magic AU | 7K | Teen): “But nothing,” Bobby says. “Buck knows what he’s doing. I’m not sending any extra people into that house.” Eddie opens his mouth to keep arguing, but he’s distracted by a commotion by the front door. A lone figure in a torn turnout coat stumbles out, and for a second Eddie can breathe again. But then he takes in the whole figure, and the relief that filled him seconds before melts into ice-cold panic flooding his veins. That’s not Buck.

let heart hold true by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Eddie Coming Out | 2K | Teen): “But when I was your age,” Eddie continues, “Some people didn’t know that it’s okay. And some people really didn’t like it. So a lot of gay people didn’t tell anyone. Sometimes not even their families.” He takes a deep breath. “I never told your abuela or abuelo when I kissed boys.”

when i think about you i touch myself by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (PWP | 2K | Explicit): It is, objectively, a good dick pic. But it’s also a picture of his best friend’s penis. His best friend’s very erect penis.

got a secret, can you keep it by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Chimney POV | 2K | Teen): Buck and Eddie both separately confess their feelings to Chimney and ask him to keep them secret. Chimney is not good with secrets.

the stars shine for the two of us by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Getting Together | 1K | General): “So you hate kissing booths then?” Hen asks, fixing him with a curious glance that darts to Buck and back so fast he thinks he might be imagining it.  Not exactly. But there’s a reason he doesn’t want to do the kissing booth, and it’s not a reason he’s about to say out loud to his entire team.

freedom is mine (and i know how i feel) by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (S5E14: Dumb Luck Coda | 2K | Teen): “Frank said I should try and find things that make me feel alive,” he tells Buck. Buck looks at him head-on. “And?” he asks. “What makes you feel alive?” “A lot of things, as it turns out,” Eddie says. “But—mostly you.”

🔥 the voice under all silences by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Friends With Benefits | 9K | Explicit): Buck’s so caught up in his thoughts that when he reaches the top of the stairs and sees Eddie on his bed, he thinks it’s a particularly vivid mental image. But then Eddie lets out a noise, a breathy sort of moan, and Buck knows he can’t be imagining it because he’s never heard that sound before. 

you steal the air out of my lungs (you make me feel it) by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Getting Together | 2K | Teen): "Wait, so you think Hen and I put together this entire car wash—this car wash for charity—because we thought it would be funny to watch you fall all over yourself in front of a shirtless Eddie?" 

(kiss me) beneath the milky twilight by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Getting Together | 2K | Teen): He dates men, just not Buck. It had been the final nail in the coffin of his dreams—Eddie had come out, started dipping his toes in the expanded dating pool newly available to him, and still never so much as looked in Buck’s direction. 

you and i (and a screw-top bottle of wine) by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Getting Together | 1K | Mature): In the morning something feels off, but for those first groggy moments as he blinks awake, Eddie can’t tell what it is.

i just want you for my own (more than you could ever know) by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Christmas, Getting Together | 1K | General): Eddie bites down on the urge to say I remember everything you say, because that’s not the kind of thing you tell someone in the middle of a Christmas party at your captain’s house. He’s a little concerned it makes him seem like some kind of unhinged stalker. He’s not. He’s just desperately in love with his best friend. Which is where the regrets come in, because Eddie is very very sure that mistletoe and unrequited love is not a combination that’s worked out well for anyone, ever.

what you're looking for has been here the whole time by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Getting Together | 1K | Teen): It finally hits him in the backyard of Bobby and Athena’s house, at the first team barbecue he’s officially brought Taylor to as his plus one. He looks over to find Eddie, and Eddie doesn’t straighten his face out in time, and Buck understands. Eddie is in love with Taylor. It explains everything, doesn’t it? Why Eddie frowns when Buck talks about their dates, why he changes the subject. Why he’s currently looking at them with something Buck can only describe as open, undisguised yearning. 

baby, we can make it (if we're heart to heart) by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Getting Together | 3K | Teen): “I lied earlier.” “What did you lie about?” Buck asks. His tone is mild, edged with curiosity. He doesn’t know what’s coming. “When I said I’m not in love with you.”

your boots beneath my bed by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Established Buddie | 2K | General): "This? This is a sign I'm going to go put up in the bunk room." Bobby turns the sheet around to show them. ONLY ONE FIREFIGHTER PER BUNK.

winner winner chicken dinner by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Getting Together | 2K | Teen): He’d rolled his eyes when Linda had sent him the recipe, the brightly coloured letters at the top of the page spelling out MARRY ME CHICKEN. She’d told him to make it for Buck some time and he’d sent back every unimpressed emoji he could find, but— It wasn’t supposed to work. Only now Buck’s sitting at his kitchen table, the words marry me hanging in the air, and Buck looks just rattled enough to make Eddie think there’s something more than a joke behind them. 

go directly to aquarium jail (do not pass go) by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Getting Together | 1K | General): "Can you at least untie my hands?" Buck asks the security guard. "I promise I'm not going to make a break for it." "I want to know what the director has to say," Eddie shrugs. "Besides," he says as the door opens behind him, "our son would never forgive you if you got us banned from the aquarium." 

pour your sweetness over me by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Halloween, Getting Together | 2K | General): "That woman flirted with me for three seconds and you sent me away and staked your claim," Buck says. "Were we even out of candy?" "Uh," Eddie says, and heat spreads across his cheekbones and down his neck. He nudges the potted plant with his foot, revealing the small mountain of candy bars hidden behind it. "Not exactly."

once bitten, twice shy by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Asexual Eddie | 3K | Teen): “I don’t get sex,” Eddie says. “Uh, you have a child,” Hen says. “Please tell me you don’t need me to explain how that happened.” Eddie huffs a laugh. “Obviously, I understand how it works, mechanically,” he says. “I just…  I don’t know, I don’t get why everyone’s so obsessed with it. Like, I think I could probably go my entire life without having sex again, and it wouldn’t be an issue.”

everything i feel for you (it hits me) by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Getting Together | 1,5K | General): "We gave you that key for emergencies, Buckaroo," Chimney had said. "It is an emergency," Buck had insisted, already uncapping the second beer. "I kissed Eddie." 

one and one is two (if this one could be with you) by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Getting Together | 2K | Teen): “You saying I have game, Buckley?” Eddie asks, and Buck makes a noise that sounds like he’s choking on his own tongue. “Um,” Buck says, the tips of his ears turning pink. “I just mean—you have a kid, I assume you needed some kind of game to produce him.” 

will someone come and carry me home by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Getting Together | 1K | Teen): “Are you—are you carrying me?” Buck asks, the question meandering and dreamy. “What does it look like?” Eddie asks. “Hot,” Buck mumbles. “Eddie, tha’s really hot.” He reaches up to poke at Eddie’s straining biceps. “Arm,” he says. “Hot.”

you look wonderful tonight by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (PWP | 2K | Explicit): “Smells really good,” Eddie says, his first test of the night. Just a careful dip of his toes into the metaphorical waters of Evan Buckley’s potential praise kink.

who's afraid of the little plastic pasta man? by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Getting Together | 1,4K | General): "No, you're not," Eddie says. "I can accept the pasta man, but you are not bringing a smart pan into our kitchen. I am drawing a line. The line is drawn. No artificial intelligence that also controls temperature, not in our house."

(i got you) out on the water by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Friends to Fiances | 3K | Teen): The problem is that Eddie notices. And now that he’s noticed, he can’t make himself un-notice. Things like the curve of Buck’s biceps, the column of his throat, the slight swell of his chest and the glint of sunlight against his skin when Buck strips his shirt off, at seemingly every available opportunity.

someday soon i'll make you mine by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Getting Together | 2K | General): "I didn't raise him to be this dramatic, you know," Eddie mutters as they listen to Christopher making his way down the hallway to make his entrance. "He gets this from you." Eddie doesn't seem to think there's anything unusual about what he's just said, but something warm blooms in Buck's chest. 

🔥 give me five more minutes, baby (i'm not finished loving you) by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Fake Dating | 12K | Teen): This is a mistake. Buck has made a giant fucking mistake, because he’s kind of catastrophically in love with his best friend—who, apparently, wants someone else—and now he’s about to spend an entire day with him looking like that and pretending to be his boyfriend.

🔥 don't want no other shade of blue but you by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Post-Shooting | 11K | Teen): “You can’t go see your son like this.” That gives Buck pause. “He’s not—he’s not my son.” “Isn’t he, though?” she says. (Part 1 of it's blue (the feeling i got))

🔥 if your cascade ocean-wave blues come by lecornergirl (Post-S4 | 16K | Mature): “You’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?” Ana sounds disappointed, but not all too surprised. “Yeah,” Eddie says. “Sorry.” “It’s because of Buck,” she says, barely a question. “Isn’t it?” (Part 2 of it's blue (the feeling i got))

in my eyes, my heart, my soul by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Established Buddie | 2K | General): “We made you pancakes for Father’s Day,” Christopher says. (Part 3 of it's blue (the feeling i got))

the blues, and then purple-pink skies by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Established Buddie | 8K | Teen): OR: three times Buck and Eddie (think they) manage to hide their relationship, and one time the truth comes out. (Part 4 of it's blue (the feeling i got))

#buddie #buddie fic #911 fanfic #911 fanfiction #911 fic #buddie fanfic #buddie fic rec #buddie fanfiction #epic buddie fic rec

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Izuku eventually talks to Inko about Venom as they get older, but by this point, Izuku and Venom are barely separate entities. Although they have different experiences from prior to their current symbiotic relationship, they are so intrinsic to each other's survival that they made up a name to refer to the both of them.

Inky. Or Inkkun.

So, if Inko calls Izuku's name in the morning for him to get up and he doesn't reply, she peeks into his room. Depending on if there was something on late at night he wanted to watch, he might still be asleep.

Inko sighs. "Inkkun, could you wake up, please?"

Black ichor slips from Izuku's skin and covers his body, opalesque eyes blinking open. With practice, the inky covering is only over his skin, so his clothes fill in further with the loss of available space. Izuku wears baggier clothes to accommodate their change nowadays.

So, it's like there's a big, inky, somehow fuzzy wolf in a "sleeping" T-shirt and All Might themed pajama pants.

"We were watching the All Might series marathon."

"I had a feeling it was something like that... Please help Izuku get ready for school, hon."

"Mmm don't wanna..."

Inkkun still crawls out of bed on all fours and slinks past her to the bathroom, though. A minute or so later though, Inkkun is sitting around the corner of the kitchen, still brushing his teeth, giving her their equivalent of puppy eyes.

"Inkkun..."

"No school, Mom..."

She sighs, realizing he swallowed the toothpaste again.

"Why don't you want to go to school?"

"No one likes us. Don't think we're important. Even though we have a 'quirk,' we get bullied."

Inko frowns, pausing as she flips the egg omelette she's making for breakfast.

"I talked with the principal about that already."

"Pah. Doesn't care about us. No one there cares."

Inkkun grumbles as he heads back to the bathroom briefly to rinse his mouth out...or drink the sink water, whichever he decides. She can't follow after him since she's still cooking, but her jaw clenches slightly.

Izuku never told her about the bullying before. It wasn't until after Izuku finally introduced her to Venom that she started learning more about what his school life was like. Izuku didn't lie much, but he would omit details. Venom, however, seemed nearly incapable of lying, which bled over into Inkkun.

As she plates their breakfast, Izuku's the one who enters, now dressed in his school clothes and trying button his gakuran. He looks drowsy, though upon seeing Inko, he becomes a bit sheepish.

"So, when were you going to tell me you're still getting bullied?"

A black, liquidy head forms through his school shirt, right beside his own.

"Never."

"Venom..."

"Izuku..."

He huffs, frustrated. "I just... I want to handle it on my own. We can't rely on you all the time."

"...You're right that you can't."

But she walks over, raising their chins to look up at her.

"But you're my little boy. And right now, I'm the one who trusts the school to both educate you and treat you right. If they don't, then that's a problem I'm supposed to help you face. Failing to do one means they're failing to do the other, too."

'Mom is right,' Venom says in their head, 'Listen to Mom. Or eat their brains. That would solve it.'

'No.'

'How about their ear? They have two of those. Missing one won't hurt too much.'

'No eating people, we promised.'

'Ugh.'

----

Now, time for some sillies.

Izuku likes to finish his homework at school or the library before coming home. Cause home is Inkkun time.

He walks in the front door, takes off his shoes, sets down his bag, and becomes creacher.

"Woof."

He strolls around the house on all fours very comfortably. He even found a way around washing his hands all the time. Venom will control their balance, and Izuku's human arms can reach out and touch things. He can also use his tentacles to pick things up.

Oh, right, yeah. He has tentacles. He usually forms them from his tail or back to grip and carry things.

So, sometimes, if Inko works a bit later than usual, she'll come home to Inkkun eating face first out of a bowl of french fries or containers of natto. More than once, she found him with a plastic bag on the floor to catch all the spillage from the fish he caught--he's been sneakily stealing from a salmon farm as of recent.

He just kinda stuffs them in his mouth, not minding the bones or gills or whatever else. It's all delicious, especially the fatty ones.

Venom usually suggests eating people just for the fun of it rather than out of legitimate hunger. Izuku casually shuts the thought down every time.

---

One day, Inkkun gets up, but he's not in goopy dog form.

Venom is under Izuku's skin, but Izuku's green eyes are instead opalescent.

It's at this point they've almost fully fused. The DNA of Izuku's human body has rearranged itself almost entirely, with him being unable to live without a connection to Venom. At the same time, the solid parts of Izuku's body makes sonic attacks that are usually a weakness for symbiotes into a mere annoyance instead.

The main thing is that the blood of people with quirks is incredibly disgusting. So, of course, Venom's brain-eating suggestions are almost always just banter. They wouldn't suggest eating brains seriously unless they were literally starving to death.

So, it's more that Inko smells delicious because she's constantly bringing them the food with the best chemicals, and because love smells good. Inko is completely off the menu.

Also Inkkun can almost completely dematerialize. As in, Izuku's body can dissolve and reconstruct almost completely without worry. So, while most humans are constrained by their shoulders of hips, like a cat, Inkkun can fit his entire body through anything big enough for his skull. He can even squeeze his skull down just a little for slightly smaller spaces.

Izuku's skull eventually becomes one of the last things differentiating Izuku from Venom. Not that Izuku's worried, nor is Venom.

They belong together, in one body, after all.

---

Inkkun likes to nap and sunbathe. You'll just see a big ol black, slick yet fuzzy blob laid out in a sunny spot. When he stretches his legs, his paw peets stretch out, as does his tail. If he's super comfy, he'll melt a lil bit.

When he's not hungry or full of energy, he's actually quite relaxed. Slinks around the apartment in full goop form, wuffing under his breath and sniffing at stuff to ensure it smells the same.

If Inkkun's really in a doggy mood, he'll sniff his mom 's shoulders and head when she comes home. Once, he sniffed her and smelled that she was starting to get sick, so he made her some soup and gave her some medicine. The great thing about him cooking is that there's no risk of injury for him at all. Except for maybe burning, but that heals quickly.

Sure enough, she had to call in to work the next day, but she wasn't feeling as bad as she could've because Inkkun caught it early. So now, he does her a sniff on principle.

(Thankfully, the only time Izuku gets sick is if he's too hungry. He hasn't had a single illness since he was four.)

He also enjoys a good head pat. Very pleasant sensation for him. He greatly enjoys physical affection. On lazy weekends, sometimes, it would just be him with his head on his mom's lap on the couch, with her watching TV and carding her fingers through his hair as he reads some manga, tail bapping against the couch.

---

Izuku's only doctor is Dr. Oniyoshi.

The doctor's very good at keeping things hush-hush, especially once Izuku and Venom fuse together more. It's something interesting for the man to study, but he wouldn't risk the wrong people coming to know about him.

Dr. Oniyoshi's the kind of guy who sometimes says things a little harshly, but he clarifies himself right after. Inkkun's never once seen him express anger, just having a calming demeanor as he quietly maintains every aspect of his care.

It helps that Venom constantly keeps Izuku healthy. They don't technically need to brush their teeth, but Venom does anyway when Inko asks and Izuku's consciousness is still asleep. So, really, Izuku doesn't have a lot of medical records, and the ones that do exist are purposefully fudged.

His details still say quirkless, and his blood denotes no differences from any other person, save for the lack of quirk factor that's becoming increasingly rare over time.

Once Inkkun started forming more frequently, however, Dr. Oniyoshi noted unidentifiable DNA in his blood. Not only that, but he couldn't keep a blood sample. The blood would eventually break out of the glass and return to Izuku by some point. So now, he tells Izuku when he's done doing blood tests and uncorks the vial, letting his blood return without breaking his supplies.

Dr. Oniyoshi quietly tells Inko that her son's more akin to a nonidentifiable humanoid than a human, but just as firmly confirms that Izuku is her son regardless.

Inko knows, but it's nice that her son's doctor agrees.

#venom deku au #au post 19 #bnha au #mha au #bnha #static writes #static drabbles #they're basically the same but distinct #two minds in one body #+ dog #woof