#damnit it's too early in the morning to cry

[tiannasfanfic]

Eddie’s Easter Bucket

Eddie Munson x Reader (Fluff)

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Summary: Not long after receiving custody of his 12 year old nephew, Eddie, Wayne Munson soon finds himself inventing a new family tradition for Easter.

Rating: General Audiences

Author Note: Gender neutral reader, they/them pronouns (if any). Written for the Easter Event on the Eddie's Sluts Discord Server.

CW: None, just pure fluff.

Word Count: 1,453

For most of Eddie’s childhood, holidays were not really celebrated. With his mom gone and his dad always on the wrong side of the law, there wasn’t anyone around to make them into anything special.

Wayne picked up on this fairly early on after his nephew came to live with him. Outside of looking forward to the time off he got from school, Eddie was excited by little else. Even Christmas, normally the one holiday kids were the most rabid over, was barely a blip on the boy’s radar until Wayne surprised him with three small presents he managed to scrape up the money for.

Now that broke Wayne’s heart. Even with as dysfunctional as he and Ed’s parents were, holidays were always marked by some sort of acknowledgment, even if it was just something small. He decided right then that he would always do what he could to make holidays special for the boy.

Outside of Christmas and Eddie’s birthday, the other holiday Wayne liked to splurge on was Easter. Eddie had a bit of a sweet tooth and some of his favorite candies came out only during that time of year. So, as soon as Christmas was over, Wayne started setting money aside and soon a new Munson tradition was born: The Easter Bucket.

Initially, he was going to get Eddie an Easter basket, but when he went looking for one that first Easter with his nephew, he was shocked by just how much they cost. He had only expected them to be a dollar or two at most and didn’t have enough saved for both a basket AND the stuff to put in it. Finding himself in an unexpected predicament, Wayne started trying to think of a cheaper alternative to a basket.

Buckets, he suddenly realized, were free if you knew where to look. And he did know exactly where to look. Wayne was easily able to find a small plastic bucket that once contained roof nails, cleaned it up and used that instead.

Inside the bucket, Wayne shredded up some newspaper to act as Easter grass. Nestled in the shredded paper was a small chocolate bunny, a small bag of jelly beans, two Cadbury eggs and two Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs. While the Cadbury and Reese’s were Eddie’s favorites, Wayne didn’t feel right not getting him a chocolate bunny and jelly beans, which had been the small Easter tradition when he was growing up. Both him and Eddie’s dad would get a small bag of jelly beans each and a small chocolate bunny to share.

Remembering those childhood Easter’s as he was assembling the bucket, Wayne couldn’t help but chuckle. These were some of his few good childhood memories. Since Ed was the older of the two, he usually ended up with most of the chocolate bunny, which always caused an argument which left someone crying.

“Damnit, boys!” Wayne recalled his mother’s voice griping at the two of them. “If you don’t cut out that damn fighting, y’all aren’t getting one next year!”

That always got them to calm down real fast.

Since Eddie was already 12 years old when he came to live with his uncle, Wayne wasn’t sure if the boy would even like the Easter Bucket. He knew there was the possibility that his nephew would claim to be too old for Easter.

But, instead, Eddie was very excited when he woke up on Easter morning to find the bucket his uncle had snuck onto his desk while he slept. It really caught Wayne off guard when his nephew came barreling out of his room to tackle him in a bear hug of thanks, not used to sudden bursts of affection from the boy, but it also made his day.

Every year after that, at some point on Easter, Eddie would find that same bucket sitting on his desk. While it would always have the same standard items that were in there year after year, some years there might be an extra Cadbury Egg or maybe something new if Wayne had a little extra money when Easter rolled around. One year, there was a bag of Reese’s Pieces added to the bucket. Another year, it was a Hershey’s chocolate bar. It just varied.

Once Eddie was in high school, Wayne figured it was only a matter of time before his nephew really did claim to be too old for Easter. But the Easter Bucket after freshman year was met with the same bear hug of thanks that it always was. Wayne saw no harm in continuing on with the little tradition since he rather enjoyed it himself, too, and so he kept at it.

Easter weekend of 1987 ended up bringing some momentous changes to the Munson household.

Eddie was moving out of the trailer and into your apartment with you.

The two of you had met at a party the previous spring break and immediately hit it off. It didn’t take long before you were dating and virtually inseparable outside of work. You were a perfect match. Now it was time for the next step of your relationship.

On Friday, you and Eddie finished packing his stuff, then stayed the night at the trailer to get an early start. The next day, Wayne helped out and, between his truck, Eddie’s van, and your car, almost everything got moved over within just a few hours.

Since Wayne was working a double on the holiday for the extra money and he needed to get some rest, the three of you stopped for the day by midafternoon. After a dinner of pizza freshly delivered from the Hut, Wayne went home for an early night and the two of you started unpacking Eddie’s things.

By the time you and your boyfriend got over to the trailer on Sunday to get the last of his things, Wayne had already left for work. But as soon as Eddie walked into his old room to finish packing, his eyes landed on his old dresser and he broke into a grin.

Just like every year on Easter, there on the top of the dresser was Eddie’s Easter Bucket.

But, unlike the years prior, there was a second, newer looking bucket sitting next to his.

The grin on Eddie’s face was replaced by a look of confusion. He walked over to the dresser and curiously looked inside the second bucket. It took him a second to register what he was seeing, but when he did, his face broke into a delighted smile.

“Hey Y/N?” he called over his shoulder towards the living room. “C’mere a minute!”

A few moments later, you came up the hall and into the bedroom.

“What’s up?” you asked.

Eddie stepped aside so you could see the dresser and he gestured towards the second bucket.

“Uncle Wayne left something for you,” he said, a happy smile on his face.

Curious yourself now, you walked over to the dresser and looked inside the buckets. While Eddie had told you about the traditional Easter Bucket, seeing the bucket wasn’t a surprise, but just like him, you were surprised by the second bucket.

Both of the buckets contained a chocolate bunny and a bag of jellybeans, one bucket had some of Eddie’s favorite candy tucked in the shredded newspaper, and the other contained some of your favorites.

You blinked in surprise, then looked up at Eddie’s beaming face.

“How did he know?” you asked.

“Uncle Wayne asked me what kind of candy you liked a few months back,” he said, eyes shining. “I forgot about it until now when I saw the bucket.”

With wide eyes you looked back down at the contents of bucket. You felt your cheeks heating up with a blush at Wayne’s gesture.

At the beginning of you and Eddie’s relationship, his uncle had initially been wary of you. Over the years, Wayne had become a bit protective of his nephew, especially once the bullying by the town got bad. Sometimes that resulted in him coming across as cold towards you. Despite Eddie’s reassurances to the contrary, you worried that Wayne didn’t like you and didn’t approve of the relationship.

Presently, your boyfriend gently elbowed you in the ribs.

“See?” Eddie said, his voice happy and excited. “Told ya. It just takes him a bit to warm up to people. He was the same way with the guys in the band until he got to know them better.”

Still speechless, you looked up at Eddie with a dumbfounded expression on your face that made him chuckle. He wrapped his arms around you then and pulled you in for a hug before kissing you on the forehead.

“Happy Easter, sweetheart," he said, squeezing you tightly. "And welcome to the Munson family."

Eddie Munson Taglist: @eddie-swhore @bmunson86 @tayhar811

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie and wayne munson #wayne munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson headcanons

[rayd3nnn]

Hi Ray🩶

I really loved your birthday fic. Like really fucking loved it.

I was wondering if I could ask for a no comfort angst with Ant or Rain?

My 21st is coming up first week of November and it will be another birthday in silence. As it was for the last 3 years so it just seems fitting. I'll probably just toast a drink to myself and have carrotcake again.

I will trade fucking anything for a slice of carrotcake. Including my soul.

No comfort you Say?…indeed I may. Happy early birthday, may this year be better <3. This is your birthday present from me :)). @cheekytofu

Character: Rain

Pairings?: none

Warnings: angst, no comfort, crying, self conscious Rain, insecurity, accidental self harm, self doubt.

Below the cut if you may <3

I’m so sorry it’s so short!!!!

“What’s wrong with me..?”

Tour was finally over, everyone was back in the Abbey working for the ministry. The Ghouls were relaxing after their long months of travel, and everything was full of energy…except for Rain.

Rain was in his assigned room within the Ghouls Den, not joining in with any of the festivities for after tour. Instead, he sat on his bed scrolling through social media…watching videos of past tours he was part of, and the one that had just recently passed. Judging himself on all the mistakes he’d thought he’d made.

His tail laid limply behind him, on the bed sheets. Usually his tail would be thumping with excitement after tour..he didn’t know what was so different this time. He kept watching videos, edits, reading people comments and harsh criticism, compliments, and even hate. Why was he doing this? He’d never done this before so why is he doing it now? The longer he kept scrolling and looking, the more time had passed.

He didn’t realize the time until he looked at the time on his phone, 4:33AM. He’d been scrolling since 9:15PM. How didn’t he realize how long he’d been awake? This isn’t normal…

“Fucking can’t do anything right now huh?” Rain muttered to himself, before he dropped his phone onto the bed sheets as tears welled into his eyes. “What’s wrong with me..?” He asked himself with a voice crack as tears finally began to fall out of his beautiful blue ocean eyes. He silently cried softly, although the soft cries turned into body wracking, shaking silent sobs. He leaned forwards and places his head onto his bed sheets incase he gets too loud, he didn’t wanna burden his packmates with some…he didn’t even know what to call it.

“You can’t do anything right.”

“Your a bass player and you can’t do that right either?”

“Can’t even go to sleep at a normal time.”

“Your not worth it.”

“You shouldn’t be here.”

Rains thoughts kept spiraling, and so did his cries. The longer Rain cried, the less he remembered from that night. Rain zoned out into his thoughts, not comprehending anything until he felt a sharp pain in his palms. He looked down, and noticed he’d never retracted his claws, and that they had pierced into his hands.

“Damnit..” Rain muttered through cries. He felt so exhausted, so drained. He didn’t wanna get up to clean his hands. He simply grabbed a tissue from his beside and wiped off the blood, grabbing a small rags that were also on his bedside and wrapping them around his palms.

Rain cried himself to sleep that morning, and nobody knew a thing.

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[fuzzballsheltiepants]

Love is stored in the little things.

My husband has to leave early, but I come downstairs in the morning and find a freshly made cup of tea waiting for me anyway. My friend says, I was at the store and I saw this, and hands me a bar of my favorite chocolate. I sketch a little cartoon sheep holding a mug and leave it for my husband to find. I stop for coffee, and grab some for my coworkers too.

Maybe in the beginning, maybe for some, love is in grand gestures. But to sustain love? It’s quiet. It’s breathing—something you almost don’t think about except that you do. 

My friend calls me, her life is falling apart. Come over, I say, even though it’s late, even though I have work in a few hours and she has kids to get back to and her husband just ended up in the hospital. She needs an hour to sit on a couch and cry. So she comes over, and I make brownies, and they’re just coming out of the oven when she gets here. And she talks, and she cries, and she eats brownies. And when she goes home to her kids, she can handle it, because there is strength in the brownies and in the telling, in the listening.

There are a thousand different jokes I share with different people, things nobody else would understand without the explaining. “Damnit, Helen!” with my coworkers. “Pamela!” with a friend, “I’ve been watching you out the window,” with another. “It’s chow-dah! Chow-dah!” and “Another oil bill!” and “Go leeft!” and so many more with my husband. And they don’t need explanation, because you almost don’t think about it except that you do.

I don’t have the spoons today, I say, and my coworkers say okay, okay. And they go through all my tasks and take over what they can. And then they plan a quiet evening a few weeks later, and I bring pizza, and they bring veggies and brownies and cider, and we talk and we laugh, and I bring some brownies home to share with my husband.

He’s out today, because he loves spending the day out with his dog and the weather is cooperating for the first time in weeks. And though there are a million things to do at home because there are always a million things to do, I tell him to go, I will do the things. 

And I come downstairs in the morning, and there is a cup of tea freshly made, waiting.

#love #new year's musings #love is so many different things #there are so many ways to share it #i am grateful for my people #my writing

[kmblckbk]

sun & shadow

part 4

18+ mature content, contains smut

*contains spoilers for ACOTAR*

eris x reader / azriel x reader

word count: 3064

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The date with Azriel was nice. He brought you to a nice little restaurant, where he reserved a place on the roof, so you could not only admire him for his beauty, but also the beautiful night sky. Half way thought the date tho, your mind wondered of to Eris. Why did he never do this, would he have taken you out if he wasn't so busy. If his dad didn't hate you so much. "what are you thinking right now?" Azriel asks you, clearly noticing your change in behavior. "oh nothing" you say putting on a fake smile. "I'm serious y/n, where did your mind wonder to. You look.....sad. you can tell me" he says grabbing your hand from across the table.

You sigh "it's just, I had a boyfriend before you and......it's complicated" you say, looking to the ground, feeling your gonna cry. You wink away the tears, you were not gonna cry over this. Your on a date with your mate, smile god damnit. "you wanna talk about it?" he asks carefully. You stay silent trying to put a smile on your face but you can't. "his uhm......his father banished me because he didn't like me, no that bastard hated me" you tell him "I had no other choice then to leave. And I couldn't tell my boyfriend, his father ordered me to leave before he came back. And I had to, he was gonna kill me if I wasn't' gone before them." "that's horrible" Azriel says, squeezing your hand. "that's not even the worst part" you says smiling thu the tears that now run down your face. "the worst thing is that my boyfriend, who was gonna ask me to marry him, didn't come to find me. if he really tried he would find me, I left clues for him, he would find me within a fucking day, and he didn't. he just let me go. How can someone do that, someone who claims that he loves you." you say now fully crying. Azriel walks over to you and hugs you.

something told you he didn't hug a lot, or really anyone. But it was comforting. "I guess I'm just scared you will leave me too, like everyone has". "I'm not gonna leave you. and Eris didn't too". "h-how did you know it was him?" you ask him. "Rhys told me what you said this morning. And Eris didn't just leave you. he misses you a lot, but his father made it look like you stole him moms dowry". "but I didn't do that" you tell him. "I know. And I told Eris he should look into it. He just believes you dated him for the money, which is fucking stupid because I know you for a day and I already know you would never do that."

You look up at him, while he still holds you in his arms. "how do you know Eris?" you ask him. "I frequently spy on the autumn court. One day he found out I was spying on them and well, he started to help me. tell me things that happened and changed in the autumn court and rumors he heard from other courts as well. We're kinda friend. He was devastated the day you left. He still is." He tell you, as he wipes the tears out of your eyes. "then why isn't he here yet?" you ask him. "I don't know, maybe he just feels guilty for not doing it earlier". "or he's just an asshole and I just didn't see it" you tell him. "all I know. Is that you're worth more than this. You deserve someone who's gonna worry where you are, if your away for just a minute to long. You deserve it to not be alone anymore, You deserve to be loved" Azriel says, holding your head between his hands. "Az" you whisper before his velvet lips touch yours. "I know it's early, but you already mean so much to me. and if that dickhead doesn't think you're worth it, that's his fault. All I know is that I'm gonna try my best to make you feel wanted and loved" he says. Tears stream down your face, but not from sadness this time. Nobody ever said something like that to you. you put your hands against his chest. "I'm gonna make sure I'll make you feel the exact same Azriel" you tell him before you kiss him. "hmmm, let's go home" Azriel whispers against your lips. "hmmm, no it's gonna take to long" you say pulling him in for another deep kiss. You feel him smile against your lips. "oh babygirl, so needy already" he says mockingly, with a loving undertone. "but we can't do this here". He says as he lifts you up and flies home, holding you tightly.

Eris' pov

Smart girl you thing as you see the clues y/n left. You decided to follow Azriel advise and go looking for her. and you think he was right, because she wouldn't have left these clues if she really was running after she stole something. At the same time it makes you feel guilty, because you hate that it took you so long to figure it out. Of course your dad was lying, you wouldn't even be surprised if he threatened her. you follow the clues while looking around. The clues end at the boarder of the night court. No, no, no ,no that fucking asshole. He knew, he must have known. It was clear as day now. y/n' clues ended on the boarder of the night court, like she couldn't anymore. And Az, fucking Azriel said he rescued a girl at the border. Shit she was his mate. "oh no I didn't think so, she's mine" you seethe under your breath as you run as fast as you can. That asshole is gonna pay. And you are gonna take your girl with you.

Your pov

As soon as you're home you run up to Azriel's room, but he is faster. he picks you up, throws you over your shoulder and takes you upstairs. You pass Rhysand, Feyre and Cassian. You just hear Feyre say "guess the date went well". Azriel throws open the door to his room and immediately throws you onto the bed. You're laughing. You probably haven't felt this good in forever. "now you're all mine" he says as he gets on top of you and starts placing kisses everywhere. His hand go to the zipper of your dress and he slowly slides it down your body. You get goosebumps all over your body from his soft touch. Even to his hands were full of scars, they still felt so soft on your skin. He quickly gets rid of his leathers. Before he places a trail op kisses down your body, all the way from your mouth to your stomach and lower, and lower. He stops as he sees the scar on you thigh. "you're beautiful" he whispers against your skin before he kisses the scar lovingly. "and I swear I'm gonna destroy everyone who's ever hurt you" he says looking up at you. you grab one of his hands and place a kiss over his scars "and I'm gonna do the same for you" you tell him before he kisses you hard and deep.

A few seconds later you hear Cassian yell "don't go in there", before the door is thrown open. You quickly stop what you're doing and try to cover yourself with the bed sheets. But you let them down as you see who's standing in the doorway. "Eris?" you whisper, not really believing it. "y/n" he says his voice full of love and....guilt. then he turns to Azriel who's snow standing before the bed, looking like he wanted to protect you. "you knew" Eris spats as him. "I didn't" Azriel says calmly, yet Eris only seemed to become angrier. "YOU KNEW AZ!" he now yells. "I only found out today. She's my mate Eris" he says, still calm as ever. "she is MINE" Eris says, looking angry at Azriel. "calm down Eris". "no I'm not gonna calm down, you knew, you knew she's mine" he says. "first of all, she get's to choose if that's still the case. Second I really didn't know Eris, I swear, I found out today after I got back from the autumn court". you see Eris calm down. His eyes trail over Az' body. Taking it in, like he want's to fuck him as much as you do. "what's going on?" you ask them. Both set of eyes turn towards you. "oh tank god you're okay" Eris says, sounding genuinely relieved. "I asked you guys a question, what is going on with you 2?" you clearly sensed there was more to them than 'just friend or frenemies, whatever they clamed to be. "we uhm. It doesn't matter, I'm taking you home" Eris says. "no your not, she's my mate" Azriel says. "I don't care if she's your mate or not. She's my girlfriend and I'm taking her home. Now". "hell no, she's staying here, where she belongs". "STOP!" you yell at them, now standing up from the bed. You were done with all this. "I'm going with no one, I belong to no one and I will choose what I do with my life" you tell them clearly. "you're right I'm sorry" Azriel says. "I'm sorry too, I just really miss you" Eris says softly. "now say sorry to each other" you order them, and they do. "now a make up kiss" you say. They both move towards you. "no not me" you say pointing to them both. If you guessed correctly you knew the tension between them was sexual. Guess you were right, because they kiss eachother with a passion you didn't expect. You smile at them as they let go of one another. "good, now that that is resolved... close the door and make me fucking cum" you say smiling, and you didn't had to ask twice.

Azriel walks up to you and grabs your chin "oh we're gonna make you cum so hard baby girl" he says his voice even lower than normal. "but let's make one thing clear, we are in control" Eris says, lust in his voice as he comes up behind you and softly bites your earlobe. "that mean you can only come when we tell you too, clear?". You franticly nod your head Eris' hand find your waist and he quickly turns you around, pressing you into his chest. "we're gonna ruin you" he whispers, before his lips find yours. You feel Az kiss and lick your neck, leaving love bites here and there.

Eris' kisses grow more despite, while Azriel lowers his hand towards your panties. "please" you beg softly. Azriel let's out a chuckle "so impatient" he says before he slides his hand further down, resting between your legs, where you want him. a shaky sigh escapes your throat. He begins to palm your pussy and another sigh leaves your mouth. Which is directly claimed by Eris a second later. Eris rubs his tongue against yours. You whimper as you both break apart to breath, right as Azriel slowly traces a finger through your wet folds before he teasingly circles your clit. You hold onto Eris tightly. "fuck your so beautiful like this" Eris says before his lips devours yours once again. Azriel motions his fingers harder, sending chills across your body. You grind into his hand, while you pull Eris even closer, seeking your pleasure between their hardened bodies.

You feel both there stiff cocks pressing against you both from the front and the back. You grind into Azriel while your hand rubs over Eris' cock. They both let out a groan at your movements. A smile appears on your face. You grab Eris' cock harder and he let's out a low growl. Your breath hitches in your throat as Azriel speeds up his fingers, rubbing your clit in even tighter circles. You moan lustfully, wanting more. You feel your orgasm rise, but just as your think you're bout to explode, Azriel's fingers leave you. before you can protest Azriel turns you around and drops onto his knees before you. he slowly slides down your panties, while he looks up at you. "oh baby girl, we didn't say you get to cum yet" he says teasingly before he orders you to sit down on the edge of the bed. You do and he looks at you with lust in his eyes. He spreads your legs wide, staring at your wet pussy. "gods so wet already, can't wait to taste you" he says tone full of lust. "oh Az, she tastes divine" Eris says as he sits on the bed behind you and unclips your bra, before he starts to play with your breasts.

Azriel leans in, his fingers digging into your thighs to hold you firmly in place. He traces his tongue between your wet folds. "fuck" you moan out as you feel his tongue where you want him most. He licks you teasingly before he swipes his togue over your clit and pleasure spreads thru your body. He flicks his tongue over your clit, over and over again, making you dizzy with sensations. Eris pinches your nipples and at the same time Azriel sucks hard on your clit, which has you screaming in pleasure. "fuck yes!". A rising pressure fills the pit in your stomach and Azriel pushes 2 fingers into your wet heat. His trust slow and steady, caressing your inner walls. "oh please" you beg "faster". Azriel sucks harder on your clit while his finger pump in and out of you, hard and fast. "oh fuck" you moan as your hands trail to Az' hair, wanting more, but Eris grabs your hands and puts them behind your back. "oh no you're not gonna cum yet princess" he says teasingly. "please" you beg. "be still I want to hear how good of a jobs he's doing" Eris says. You do as he says trying to hold back your moans. a blush rises in your cheeks as you hear the sounds of your wet pussy being fingered and licked. You lean back against Eris, the sensation too overwhelming. "please, please. Can I come. Please" you almost yell out. "not yet baby, look at Az, look at how he's gonna make you cum" Eris orders you. Azriel's eyes find yours. The sight making you even more dizzy with pleasure. "oh, please" you beg, no longer able to hold your orgasm. "now come fore us love" Eris whispers in your ear. With one more thrust of Azriel's fingers, ecstasy erupts through your body and you cry out as you come. "that's my good girl" Eris says placing kisses in your neck. Every muscle contracts in your body and you hear Azriel moan as he licks up every drop. You shudder and you try to catch your breath, before you look up and see both men grinning at you.

"fuck" you breathe out. "oh were not done with you yet" Azriel says as he stand up, towering over you. "on all fours, now!" Azriel orders you and again you do as he says. "such a good girl" you hear him say. "now you better suck Eris' cock while I fucking destroy your pussy" you hear Azriel say as Eris undoes his pants, grinning at az. "who knew you had such a dirty mouth shadowsinger" Eris says grinning. Before looking down at you. "and I can see in your eyes how much you like that too princess". His hands find your hair "now open up that pretty mouth of yours" he says before he pushes himself deep into your mouth. "that's my good girl" he teases as he pushes in even further, making you gag.

You moan as you feel Azriel line himself up behind you, he grips your hips tight before he slowly pushes inside you. "fuck your tight" he groans in satisfaction as he enters you fully, and gods he's big. Your moans are muffled around Eris' girth. You feel Azriel pull out halfway before he trusts back into you. "oh fuck you feel so good baby girl" you hear Azriel moan behind you. and gods do you feel full, you can feel him all the way in your stomach. Azriel's grips tightens on your hips as he moves in and out of you. all while Eris shallowly pushes his cock into your mouth. "fuck I missed you y/n" Eris moans as you suck and lick his dick.

You moan on his cock as Azriel starts to speed up, moving harder and faster into you. you suck harder on Eris' cock, drawing a moan from his throat. "oh please" you moan out as you let go of Eris' cock to breathe. "not yet baby, not yet" he say before he grabs your hair tighter as he trusts into your mouth. "be a good girl and take it" you hear Azriel say before he smacks your ass hard, making you gasp on Eris' cock. They fuck both your holes deep and fast. It's almost too much. You moan on Eris' dick. "oh fuck she's close" Azriel says groaning. "fuck I'm too" Eris says. "you gonna come for us baby?" Az asks you. you nod your head before Eris pushes his dick further inside your mouth, you can feel it in your throat. "oh she coming" Az groans out before you feel him fill you up. Your hips buck wildly as a powerful orgasm explodes thru your body and your muscles go rigid. Seconds later you feel Eris shoot his cum into your mouth. "fuck" he groans before he pulls out of your mouth. You look up at him as you swallow his cum. "you're so beautiful like this" he says lovingly cupping you cheek. "isn't she Az?" "fuck yes" you hear Azriel say.

You collapse on the bed, completely spend. You roll onto your back and see both men staring at you grinning. "oh no we're not done yet" Azriel says.

part 5

masterlist

#acotar #acotar smut #azriel x reader #azrielxreader #eris x reader #erisxreader #azriel smut #eris smut #azrielxeris #sjm universe #bts smut

[sleepdeprivedqueer]

Dancing In The Rain

Werewolf!Ace x GN!Reader

Chapter 12

Damnit.

"Today on Vile Ridge news."

Damnit.

"Four males and two females found dead."

Damnit.

"The scene is too graphic to be shown on TV."

Damnit damnit.

"All of them had their necks ripped open."

Damnit.

Ace watched the news as you sat there with wide eyes, the four men were your coworkers. The creepy coworkers that showed up to your house early in the morning.

"It seems like they were dragged by some kind of animal."

Fuck.

Ace couldn't believe it, he didn't need the picture to imagine the scene. He could make a pretty good picture of it. Looking over to you, eyes were wide as one of your hands were over your mouth. They may of been creeps but they were still coworkers. Scooting closer to you, trying to make you relaxed and feel safe.

"Police have no evidence to prove that a animal did kill them, but questions do remain. What exactly were these people doing? Why did one car have a kill kit in it? Were they planning on kidnapping someone? No one knows for sure-"

Ace turned the TV off, he didn't want you to be scared anymore, it was bad that it was in town. Tilting his head to you, he could tell that you were trying hard not to cry in fear. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, taking in sounds of the nearest house that was also listening to the news.

The police recommended for families that lived on the outskirts to have some sort of weapon on them. Possible a gun. To take shelter and aim the weapon at wherever the creature was coming in from.

"A-Ace."

He opened his eyes.

"What killed them? Will it kill me? Can you defeat it? Is it to-"

The werewolf didn't let you finish, pulling your shaken and frightened body into his lap. Holding you as close as he possible could in a firm grip.

"I'm going to be honest, I don't know what killed them. But I promise you. It won't get you," he whispered, eyes focusing on the glass sliding doors, "if anything, the hunters might find it and kill it before it gets here. But if they don't, it'll never touch you."

Those words, it made you feel...safe. Like a baby being held by a mother during a storm. Cradling the crying child, shushing it, holding it close, rocking it, and singing to it. Taking a deep breath you tried to calm down. It seemed Ace took it very seriously, when you tilted your head up at him, his eyes were squinted. A flame in his stare, a snarl barely in his lips, claws grew long and sharp. He was being really protective about it, he was even cuddling you!? What the hell!? Why did you let him embrace you? Looking back up at him made you freeze a little. It was almost like something was about to attack at any minute. And you were kind of right. He tensed up and snarled loudly.

"Hunters."

"What?"

"Listen to me, from what I hear is that they're here because some of your coworkers told them about me as your dog. And they suspect me as one of the possible animals that killed them. Be calm, okay, I'll be on the verge of shifting just in case. Alright?" He whispered, you were so confused.

A loud bang filled the house as Ace darted down the hall, hearing his bones cracking and skin ripping. Putting some fuzzy socks on you walked to the door, trying to collect yourself before opening it. She you opened it, you were met with a tall black haired male, a bird on his shoulder.

"Uhm, how many I help you?"

"I'm here under the investigation of the deaths of your coworkers, some of them said you had a wolf dog as a pet. They also said that it seemed he snapped at one of them, and my team and boss believe that your so called 'pet' killed them. He needs to be out down." He said, coldly, that bird chirping in agreement. It seemed to be some kind of pigeon.

Stay calm.

"I-I'm sorry, but my dog was with me all night. He was right next to me when I fell asleep and when I woke up, there was no trace of blood on his fur anywhere," you tried to reason. Hearing the words 'out down' made you feel uneasy.

"I fine that hard to believe, especially when your 'dog' is the only thing that's related to something dangerous," a snotty female voice said. On your step was a blonde with glasses, cleavage on display. She looked like a whore.

"I promise you he isn't dangerous, yeah sure he growls at strangers but that's only at people who seem rude to me. Nothing else I promise you."

"Why do you seem so shaken up then?"

The man was now closer, face inches away from yours.

"I understand that hearing about the death of people you work with, but from how shaken up you seem. It looks like to me you know something you shouldn't," he pulled back, "I want to see the adoption papers of your 'dog' Ace please."

A past line that Ace told you about. Hunters. These two, no, these people were hunters, here to kill Ace and possibly you too. So you definitely needed to act cool.

Shifting your brows in confusion.

"Ace?"

"Yes, Ace."

"I think you have the wrong house then," you said, watching as the man with the ong square nose looked at you in shock.

"Your dog's name is Ace."

"No, I'm sorry, but you got it wrong," you shook your head, standing up to him a bit, "his name is Pyro, always has. It's on his collar."

That seemed to confuse them, nails clanked on the floor, you could feel the cold wet nose of 'Pyro'. All of a sudden the man leaned forward the snatched his collar, dragging the sable dog out.

"Pyro!" You yelled, but the lady held you back.

"He has to be put down and that being said we have to take him there ourselves."

"Hey you fucking bastard!"

"Settle down! If you don't then we'll do it ourselves. Now settle down!" The blonde girl said, pushing you back into the house as you watched the rectangle nosed man putting a muzzle on him. Watching he thrashed around, why wouldn't he transform.

You wanted to yell at him to tell him to shift, but something stopped you. The look he gave you when he thrashed towards you just told you, to just act like he was a normal dog. But when you were inside, the lady punched you in the stomach, your mind faded.

~~

The door slammed shut as the chain clanked, Ace growled as the other car doors opened the shut. He was in a cage with a damn muzzle on, a chain as a leash, and who knows what happened to you. These were definitely hunters. No doubt. If it were any other time he would shift and fought them, but in order to keep you safe he didn't.

"What'd you do with the person?" The black haired male asked.

"Knocked them out cold," she said, a smirk on her stupid face.

Ace growled, the bitch hurt you.

"Shut it back there!"

The car started up and they were off. The ride was silent, the tension in the air was thick and heavy. But when the car stopped, and the black haired man switched places with the rectangle nose guy, things got heated.

"Hey, werewolf. Tell me, what's your game here?" He asked.

Ace didn't respond, he was going to actually act like a dog.

"Hey, didn't you hear me."

"Maybe he is an actual dog."

A large bang made the man go silent, the black haired male punched the cage. Ace growled and snarled at him. The rest of the ride was just Ace and that man staring at each other, ready to attack.

When they arrived at the vet, after four hours of driving, four hours away from you. His cage was opened up, Ace growled and snarled at them but he was roughly grabbed by the collar. His paws scraped against the hot concrete, areas on his pads split open and started to bleed a little. He snarled, thrashed around, tried to make it seem believable that he really was just a normal dog. But it seemed that they didn't believe him.

Looking around it seemed they parked in the back, a man in a white long coat was holding a door open for them. He was with them, how disgusting. Dragging him into the building and down the hall, the cold white floor made him uncomfortable. They reached a door that once again, the black haired male opened, picking Ace up by the collar. It choked him, but thankfully not for long as he thrown into a cold metal table. Strapped down with leather, he wiggled around, trying to get free.

"There he is, we want him out down. There's a good possibility that he murdered a few people because he was kept as a pet."

"Ah, I see. Well then, I'll take good care of him, do you want his ashes?"

It took a few minutes before he answered.

"Yes."

It was cold, it made Ace feel very uncomfortable.

"Very well then, you can leave now." The vet ushered him out the door. Walking over to the counter to get some supplies out, he finally got a good look at the vet. Or more likely a scientist.

He had long purple black like hair, pale skin, a pale pink or purple white coat. A small laugh came from the man as he turned around, his face was worse. Purple lipstick and crazy eyes, the skin on his face seemed more purple compared to the rest of his body. God his face was so...ugly. That sinister large smile as he held a big syringe with a weird blue kind of liquid.

"How exciting! A wolf dog, brought to me! How kind Rob Lucci is, and to think that your a wild one too! I wonder if your a big bad werewolf, that could explain why you were so brutal!" He laughed coming closer, "well don't worry! I won't kill you, just yet, I want to experiment on you, see if you really are a werewolf. If so, then you can become my greatest creation yet!"

He was getting closer, Ace thrashed around as he tried to break free. That strange blue liquid, if he was some sort of mad scientist then he didn't trust it.

"Hold still! If you keep thrashing around then it'll hurt more for you, but, that won't mind for me. If it wasn't that your thrashing could ruin it all!" The scientist stood, before his smile got bigger and more sinister, "I'll use my new drug to calm you down! You'll become numb and fall right to sleep, that way you won't feel any pain and you won't risk my plans!"

He quickly ran back, grabbing another syringe filled with some maroon liquid. Those eyes that held evil thoughts, Ace couldn't do anything. As he got closer, holding him still as best as he could, the needle went into his neck, and it hit him almost immediately.

~~

You groaned, stomach ached, it felt like you've been hit by a damn truck. It was blurry, looking around, the cold floor making you shiver as you slowly sat up. How many times have you been injured in the last month? Way more than usual.

"Ace-"

"Who's Ace?"

Your eyes flying open as you looked up at Isuka, she held a blanket in her hand along with some pills. Shit, act cool.

"D-Did I say Ace?"

"Yes, you did. Who is Ace," her voice was cold as her eyes was showing some sort of emotion that you've never seen her have before.

You have to make a lie, quickly.

"O-Oh, he's an old friend of mine. He was in town and I was finally able to catch u-up to him," you groaned, trying your hardest to make it seem real.

"Really?" You nodded, "I guess that sounds like you," she hummed coming back to her old self. Kneeling next to you and wrapping the blanket around your cold body.

"How did you get in?" You asked, you usually always had the door locked.

"An extra key, plus you wouldn't answer any of my calls," Isuka huffed, cheeks puffed out.

You chuckled a bit but groaned, trying to ease the pain by rubbing at your belly. Eyes strained as you looked around, it looked so empty, like there was something missing. But what? You've always lived alone, so why would something be missing? And why doesn't it feel right? Maybe you overworked yourself or drank too much. And who the hell was Ace!? You've never known a Ace before, so why the hell did you call out for an Ace!? None of it makes sense.

"Y/N, try not to think too hard about why you were laying on the floor. You may get drunk again off of just thinking about it," the orange haired girl warned.

So you did drink too much, but when did you start drinking alcohol? Maybe it was your first time, you might of been overworked and couldn't sleep so you drank to try and help yourself? Damn.

"Here, let me help you to your bed," she said, lifting you up to the best of her ability, you followed. Stumbling of course, it felt like you have just been stabbed in the stomach, "there we go, easy does it."

As Isuka led you to your bedroom, you couldn't help but feel very uneasy. Like something was definitely missing, it was too quiet, too cold, even with the blanket on. It felt so...empty. And Isuka, the way she acted when you said that name, it was like she was after someone named Ace and needed information. But the worst part was when you entered the bedroom, that's when the cold really settled in. It chilled you to the bone, making your body shiver.

"What's wrong, are you seriously cold under that thick blanket?" You nodded, "well hopefully you'll be warmer in your bed."

You hope she was right. Lifting the thick covers up and settling down, even the sheets were missing something. As you laid down, it felt like someone or something was supposed to be there, with you.

"There, are you feeling warmer?"

You shook your head no.

"Well, give it some time. I'm sure you'll get warm eventually, now get some sleep and I'll pray that you'll be better the night time you wake up."

Something, about her smile, how her eyes didn't shine the way they used too. Almost like one of those spiders that somewhat looked like ants and tricked the ants into believing it. Then it would kill them. But maybe it was just your mind, but you were tired, and you did want some sleep. Getting a bit more comfortable, Isuka watched you, but left when everything seemed to be fine. But it wasn't, for some reason, it was too cold and creepy. How silent the house was, how dull it was, hell even the smell wasn't the same. But it could of been your drinking, you made a mental note to not ever drink again, and just cuddled one of your blankets. Dozing off to some somewhat peaceful sleep.

When you woke up, you felt better, much more better, there was only a slight bit of pain but not too much. Stretching your body and letting the bones pop and muscle and limbs wake up. Throwing the blanket over and standing up, a chill ran up your spine. Making you shiver, it was still so cold, but why? Making a mental note to check on the air conditioning later after taking a shower. A nice hot one that fogged up the bathroom and made it warm, that way you won't be freezing your ass off. Grabbing your work clothes and thick fluffy slippers to try and keep your feet warm.

As you walked down the hall your eyes wondered if, looking at the slight differences in the coloring. Looking at the floor to see dull scratch marks, the slight smell of cinnamon that was in your nose. It was very weird. Opening the bathroom door while turning the light on and closing it behind you when you walked in. A soft filled the air as you stripped, shivering as you quickly turned the hot water on and adding a bit of cold water to it in order to make it bearable. As soon as the shower started, you were in, shivering and teeth chattering as the warmth settled in. Standing there for a while to let the bathroom steam up and to get yourself really fucking warm before continuing on.

Cursing as you scrubbed your scalp, skin red from the hot water, not that you minded much. Trying to relax yourself by scrubbing your scalp in a certain way. But it sadly didn't seem to do much, even as you got to washing your body. Noticing the large bruise on your stomach, you may have ran into a corner while drunk. So you brushed it off as that, but as you saw more scars, the more questions that filled your mind. But even excuses couldn't shake the thoughts away, something happened. Something definitely fucking happened. But what!? It was starting to give you a headache, groaning as you sat down under the water, not even bothering to wash the conditioner out. Just letting the water hit your hair, watching as water dropped down your face and down onto your body or onto the floor.

After your hair felt clean you turned the shower and water off and got out, drying yourself with a towel and putting clothes on. Drying your hair in that same bathroom, anything to try and shorten the amount of time you would have to spend in the cold air. And when you did, you immediately started to cook your breakfast, making another mental note that you need to go shopping.

You went into work, happy to be back actually, but as you walked in, you noticed the stares, and surprised looks. The whispers and gossip. Why? You have no idea, nothing felt right. You felt way better when you woke up that morning, but just like before, your house felt too empty and dull.

You clocked in and started on work, being introduced to some of the new dogs. Getting to know them and even start small on the training. Mostly the obstacle course, testing their stamina and their speed. Seeing which one was a quick thinker and which one wasn't, it was going pretty well, until Shanks came by.

"Hey! Y/N! I see you left that big fluffy dog at home today," he said with a big smile.

Eh?

"What...dog? I don't have one," you said confused. You watched as Shanks's bright face turned dull with concern.

"What do you mean you don't have a dog? Everyone has been talking about how Pyro isn't by your side, some of the smaller dogs were about excited to see him today," Shanks said, brows furrowed.

"Are you all pulling a prank on me or something," you suddenly asked, coldly.

"Y/N, you really don't remembe-"

"Shanks I have never had a dog since I moved out and got my own place. I don't know what your on but you need to get off of it."

This stunned the red haired male as you walked away, a scowl on your face, this was bad. All the talk this morning made him confused, some of them have even asked him about it, telling them that he had no idea. Shanks knew you better than anyone other than Isuka, hell she wasn't even here. You weren't supposed to be here either. Hearing how you got ticked off because of your overworking hours because you were out injured. It was like all of your memories were whipped away, like they never existed in the first place. Shanks needed to know more, if it was really as bad as he thought it was, then it might get bloody. Because not only were you effected, you, his friend that felt like a child that he adopted. But the old man's child, one of the kings children, and not only that, but Shanks's old man.

You grumbled, stomping down the hall ,looking for a inflating suit to put on. Maybe you could find someone to be your partner in training a dog in attacking. But it seemed like all of them were gone, this made you even more irritated than before. It was all so frustrating, the cold, the emptiness, the dullness, the whispers, the loneliness. It was getting to you, but for what fucking reason!? You have always been alone since you broke up with Law, and you never had a damn problem with it.

So why now? Why were you having problems? Why was everything you heard not true, they were all pranking you. They had to be. None of their words were real.

Shanks walked down the hallway, a lonely and creepy hallway, phone in hand as he dialed a number. Putting it up to his ear as it ringed, waiting for the woman to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Whitey Bay, we have a problem."

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[daydreamer12216]

Shining Veins (Chapter 6)

I took a deep breath as I leaned against the wall of our small worthless cottage in this shelter. Trying to fan my face to hide the fact that I’d been crying, I run my hands through my coarse hair trying to look fine. I can’t let Ara see me like this. She always asks way too many questions. I let out a sharp breath as I pick up the baskets off the ground.

I gulp before pushing the curtain back and trying out the best cheerful tone I could muster: “Arabelle, love I have a surprise for you!”

“Sister?” She gets up from leaning over a rock and I raise an eyebrow. What is she doing?

“No way! You were able to get this much food? Amazing!”. She says grabbing the baskets from my hands.

She doesn’t ask about the bruised fruits or say anything just like before. Always so grateful. I wonder if mom and dad can see her. I wipe the tear from my face before grabbing the apple she offers.

“You never did tell me…” I look at her, confused on what she’s asking about.

“Hm..?”

“What did Ethan want at that early hour of the morning?” She says, taking a bite of a delicious looking apricot.

“Oh, not much really”. I say, shaking my head.

“Come on, Xena… There’s no way he called you out that early for nothing. Please tell me. You never tell me anything anymore”. She says, looking down and pouting. Damnit she gets me every time.

I sigh and look around, tapping my thighs before nodding: “It’s really not much. It’s just a stupid organization they have…” Should I really be telling her this?

“What…?” She asks, furrowing her eyebrows.

“It’s… There’s a small town that’s leading a rebel against the whole government to stop them from killing us”. Her eyes widen at my response. “He wanted me to join”.

“What did you say? What did you say?” She’s now a little fidgety, grabbing onto my arm and shaking. I raise my eyebrow at her excitement.

“What do you expect? I said no”. I say, shaking my head at her.

“What?! But why?” She says, her whole face dropped.

“Why? Why?! Are you serious, Arabelle? I’m not risking us for this! Do you even know how he started his speech to convince me? It was horrible!” I say, feeling the anger build up in me.

“What are you talking about? This could be our chance at happiness and freedom! How could you pass it up?!” She asks, her voice getting louder which for some reason made me angrier. How could she say that, talk just like Ethan?

“You say that so easily! I’d be risking everything! I’d be risking your safety when my whole purpose is to protect you! My face could be plastered on those wanted posters! How will I find you food then, huh?” I say, standing up trying to leave before I say something I regret.

“Stop talking to me like this! I’m not a little girl anymore! I never asked of you to protect me!” I try to tune her out as I push our curtain to leave but stop when she says: “Stop running away like you always do! Every time I talk about how I grew up and I want to start doing stuff for both of us like you do, you run away as if you don’t wanna hear the truth!”.

“Our parents asked of me to take care of you so I will honor their requests whether you want it or not. All you need to do is sit quiet and stay out of trouble”. I say in a low voice before leaving.

I sigh, trying to calm down and rubbing the back of my neck before looking up. My eyes meet warm brown ones and I start glaring at him before turning away to leave the shelter. That fucker… He’s listening in!

“Wait up!” he says, as he catches up with me and I curse him under my breath.

“What do you want, Ethan?” I say, rolling my eyes. I breathe heavily as I climb the rocks leading up and out. Ethan follows suit with no struggle.

“Nothing, really Xena. You just don’t seem okay”. He trails off, going to put his hand on my shoulder before I shot him a glare. He quickly moved it to the back of his neck.

“I’m fine, you can leave me alone now”. I say, showing him a tight-lipped smile.

“Do you need to steal some food? I’m sure I can get you some from the town”. He says, offering me a smile.

“I don’t want anything from your stupid town”. I snap before turning around and trying to lose him.

I feel my heart lighten up as I see the markets crowded. I’d be sure to lose him in there! I smile as I begin to run in trying to say “sorry” as I elbow my way through. I look over to see the people pushing each other trying to get what they want and get out of this crowd as soon as possible. I groan as I feel a hand wrap around my arm…

“Stop running away”. He says in a calm voice, but I blow up as soon as I get reminded of Arabelle’s words.

“Stop telling me what to do!” I snap at him, snatching my arm away from his grasp.

I glare at him, not caring about the curious stares all around us… My emotions… I notice that I’m breathing hard, my heart beating fast. Fuck… The lines! I look at the skin of my arms to see faint outlines before I make a dash for it.

Most people jump out of my way as they got startled by my sudden outburst. I search through my eyes on the way as I spot a conveniently placed scarf stand and breathe a sigh of relief. Perfect.

“Hey!” Ignoring the owner’s yell of anger as I snatch a couple, I try to make my way out of the markets before the guards start chasing me.

“Hold it right there!” I hear another shout.

“Fuck me…” I mutter as I take a look back to see three guards right on my tail.

If I get out of the town, I have nowhere to hide… I need to find a crowded alley! I yelp as my thoughts get interrupted by a hand grasping onto my wrist and pulling me to my right. I stumble before looking up and seeing Ethan.

“What the hell are you doing?!” I try to whisper through my tired breaths.

“Getting you out of trouble!” We both duck as he pulls me under a table sitting on the entrance of the alleyway.

“No, you idiot! You just dragged yourself into my trouble!” I try to scold him more, but he pulls more towards him after he rounds a corner before clamping his hand shut on my mouth.

I look down at my hands to see the bright yellow lines shining my veins before turning to look to my left. I hear and feel Evan’s hard breathing on me trying to slow down and be silent as guards slowly pass by us, miraculously unaware of our existence. He waits till they’ve finally left the alley before pulling me out.

“You need to get a hold of your emotions, Xena”. He mutters.

“Shut up… It’s none of your business”. I whisper before sighing.

Why the fuck is he helping me? If we had gotten caught, it would literally be all my fault for both of our deaths. I glare at his hand; he still hasn’t let go of me as he drags me out of the markets. No matter how hard I try, he doesn’t seem that fazed by me pulling away.

“Look, we’re going…” He pauses, and I can see him trying to collect his words. “Like me, Anne and some others are going on a mission tomorrow… How about you join us?” Before I even open my mouth to curse at him, he continues: “No, it won’t mean that you joined our whole town. I get that you don’t want to… I understand, Xena. Arabelle is important to you and you don’t want to do anything that could possibly hurt her. I just thought you’d agree for the whole sole purpose that it would mean Arabelle’s freedom and happiness”.

It takes me a few minutes as I try to catch my breath. I nod before looking down and taking my hand out of his: “I’ll think about it”.

“Do you need me to walk you back?” I furrow my eyebrows confused on why he thinks I need a guard before following his line of sight… The lines are still there. Wait… Did I drop the scarves..? I look up just in time as he puts a long one around my shoulders.

“You tend to drop things without noticing. You should work on that”. He says, while covering my whole upper body.

I nod and sigh before looking up at the sky. The sun is almost into setting and I’m starting to get hungry. I tell him that I’m okay before parting our ways. I need to talk to Arabelle…

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[thekimspoblog]

"Sheepdog" (AKA the Kim Wexler Pregnancy fic) Chapter 4: "The Living Blood"

Kim’s back was against the wall. She just realized she’d taken the fire exit. Good! Whatever silent alarm she’d just tripped, let the courthouse sort it out! She was just so hurt and scared and angry, and they couldn’t see her cry! No matter what happened, don’t let them see her cry…

Someone else had been standing here not too long ago. A squashed cigarette butt on the pavement still had 2 small embers glowing. Kim did her best to hold her jacket over her augmented body; she couldn’t linger here; the last thing she needed was a public indecency charge on top of everything else. Storm clouds were gathering as she got into her car. Raindrops started pelting her exposed midriff. God damnit! This pregnancy, or alien parasite, or ancient Egyptian curse or WHATEVER was happening to her, it had popped three of the buttons clean off her blouse. Admittedly, not the biggest concern at present, sure, but god dammit! This too?

She’d be half an hour early to see her GP about this arising circumstance, but all things considered, she obviously should have seen a doctor this morning. What had happened in court was her fault really, her punishment for thinking she could brute-force her way back into making today feel normal. Either way, there wasn’t time to waste kicking herself about it. She felt sick, but she didn’t feel sickly. It was time to get some answers about this; beginning with whether this transformation was going to kill her and if not, how was that possible?

…

Our heroine sat as still as a statue on the examination table, and still the paper covering found excuses to start shredding itself under her. She called Jimmy- Just like she promised she would.

“Hey…” the warmth of his voice carried through over the phone.

“Hey” she sniffled, “I made it to the appointment. I’m just letting you know where I am”

“Are you crying?”

“Hormones,” she brushed it off, “It’s just really nice to hear your voice. I had a bad day at work. Like Chernobyl bad. I’ll tell you about it when I get home. If I can stand to, that is”

“You know, I was planning to work until 5…” Jimmy offered, “But I can be there with you if you want. All I’ve got is two skin-heads and a botched tattoo removal settlement”

“Aw, aren’t you chivalrous…” Kim smirked but her eyes wandered back to her briefcase, and the comb she had stashed inside, “But no. I think I’m ok on my own”

“Is there anything else I can do? And think big; we’re talking lasso the moon here”

“Hmm… I think ice cream would solve at least some of my problems right now”

“Alright well now you’re just being ridiculous! That’s way above my pay-grade! … ah shit I’m going through a tunnel. I’ll call you back!” Jimmy said as he began to break up.

“It’s fine,” his wife raised her voice for the receiver, “A nurse came in to get my weight and bloodwork, and she said the doctor would be back any minute”

The other end of the call became garbled static, and the only discernible word which cut through may or may not have been “sandwich”. Then Kim’s phone beeped as the connection was lost completely. Another minute passed. The room was still quiet. She considered getting her work out to review, but the piles of matted narratives and memos had become stuffed so thick into her briefcase, honestly she pictured herself undoing the latch and they’d all immediately erupt out of their folders and onto the floor. She’d get back to it. Just not here, not now. She was too worn out for it.

On the TV at the end of the hallway outside, she could hear a Muzak cover of “No Surprises” by Radiohead. It was hard to tell if the voices were also coming from the TV, or if it was the nurses talking outside. Might as well investigate…

“You can hear it can't you? That little voice. The one that says, ‘Don't stare too long. Don't touch. Don't do anything you might regret!’ I used to be the same. Whenever I wanted something, I could hear that voice telling me to stop. To be careful. To leave most of my life un-lived. You know the only place that voice left me alone? In my dreams. I was free. I could be as good, or as bad, as I felt like being. And if I wanted something, I could just reach out and take it. But then I would wake up, and the voice would start all over again.

So… I ran away! Crossed the shining sea. And when I finally set foot back on solid ground, all I found was the same old shit. Then as if to mock me, that goddamn voice came back ringing in my ears again. And do you know what it said?”

“Kim?” a short doctor with big watery blue eyes introduced herself.

“Sorry. The ad on the tv was starting to get its hooks in me. That’s all”

“It is loud. I’m Dr. Daniels. You said you’re here because you recently found out you were pregnant?” the doctor said with her peepers lazing over her subject’s protruding stomach.

“I could lie and say I’d been putting off a visit for eight months, but that wouldn’t sound any less crazy, so I might as well tell the truth…” the words caught in Kim’s throat, but she managed to spit it out, and as a result she finally broke down sobbing, “I’ve been attacked! Someone in a red cloak came up to me and stabbed me in the arm with a needle! That’s how the KGB killed Georgi Markov, you know! It’s not science fiction!” Dr. Daniels handed her a box of tissues. “Thanks. Well the needle part isn’t, at least. But I have enemies! There are people trying to fuck with me! And they’re crafty; I don’t know what they are and aren’t capable of. I must stress again, I’m not paranoid. But I kid you not, I’ve caught cars following me! Read my chart - no history of mental illness! - well ok my mom’s an alcoholic, but that doesn’t automatically apply to me - I am only telling you this because we have doctor-patient confidentiality! I’m in it deep! My husband and I are both lawyers and a client we took on happened to be a high ranking cartel member. Now he’s stalking us, harassing us, giving us money I can’t even ask where it came from. If I go to the police, he’ll kill my husband, he’ll kill me, kill you too probably if confidentiality isn’t enough to motivate you. God knows what favor he’ll ask us to do next!

And the worst part is I can’t even talk about this to Jimmy! I mean I can; it’d be worse if he was keeping this whole thing a secret from me. But he thinks I’m stoic! If I show him I’m scared - really out-of-body-experience scared, it’ll all be over between us. I refuse to let that happen. But of all the twisted things I had anticipated, in my wildest dreams I never imagined this!” the pregnant woman blew her nose. Her eyes were glassy with subsiding tears. “The world has officially stopped making sense to me. Everything I knew about the laws of physics… biology… has been proven wrong. You could tell me my whole life has been a John Carpenter movie, and at this point, I’d believe you”

The expression on Daniel’s face was solemn.

“Do you have a therapist?” she asked.

“He retired” Kim sighed, “You don’t believe me either”

“It’s much worse than that. I didn’t believe this story the first time I heard it. But in the last - what was it? - three months, you’re the twenty-second patient who’s told me something like this”

“... What?” Kim had spent her whole morning too much in her own head, and this was the first thing to get her complete attention.

“Well the whole part about the cartel is new. It’s not my job to judge. But the other details; the red cloak? The white mask? The unprovoked assaults with syringes full of mysterious pink gel? The supernaturally fast gestations over the course of less than two days? They’re only becoming more frequent!”

“Stop!” Kim had scooted herself to the edge of the examination table, “You’re saying there’s others?”

“My female patients have every right to be terrified. I don’t know who will be affected next”

“That’s great! Why isn’t the hospital issuing warnings about this? Go to the District Attorney; I can give you his number! This needs to be in every headline in New Mexico! At the very least”

“No it isn’t great!” Dr. Daniels threw her hands up, “You don’t think I’ve tried?! Of course I know this is front-page news. The brick wall is my chief of staff. He won’t listen. He’s not contesting any of the facts, but he says he doesn’t view this as a priority. I’ve gone to the papers! Same problem!”

Ms. Wexler furrowed her brow, “And you don’t think that’s weird”

“Why are you being so hard on me? I’m trying to help you”

“Ok,” she pressed, “But two authorities, completely independent of eachother, are choosing to ignore what is clearly an emergency, and are providing the same rationale. That points to a Watergate level conspiracy! I can’t think of an alternative explanation”

“I can!” the doctor replied as she began to gather up the tools for an ultrasound, “Not all conspiracies are done entirely on purpose. All it takes for an effective conspiracy to work is one person with a malicious design; everyone else could be operating in accord with their own status quo. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but ‘The System’ does a lot of unfair things to women. 1 in 10 of us have some sort of reproductive-related ailment, the only tool I have to treat it is Loestrin, and with the money spent paying off the cottage industry which surrounds sewing confusion about equal pay, They could probably just pay us more already”

If Daniels went around every day this exasperated, it would explain why her eyes were always so puffy. She interrupted her own lecture to ask Kim to lie down.

“It doesn’t have to be so tin-foil-hat all the time. It’s commonly understood that the things it’s worth raising the alarm about, and the things it’s convenient to raise an alarm about are very different. Not just for the bottom line, but for the people who have to toe that line, or else that abstract thing will, like you said, kill their friends and family. I’ve prayed almost every day for ten years that a new supervirus doesn’t emerge, because we aren’t prepared. And god forbid if it only affected women? They’d do NOTHING about it! But I know that with the conditions of the factory farms being what they are, it’s really only a matter of time”

Dr. Daniels had a point, or at least her words weren’t any more bs than anything else which had precedent, but Kim had stopped listening again. She was haunted by the moving silhouette on the black and white screen, and the rest of the world was closing out around her. Was she a bad mother if the first thought to enter her mind was “stupid baby”? She was just still in shock was all; she’d pictured something more in-line with how long she’d been given to process this news, a cluster of cells or some early big-headed skeletal lifeform. Not this! She could discern the outline of the fetus sucking its thumb. She could feel the windows of opportunity being slammed closed. Every other path yielding to the one right in front of her. “I don’t know. I love you, I guess! Shut up!” she thought to herself.

“So!” Daniel’s voice cut through the white noise, “Do you want to know?”

“Know what?” our protagonist replied spacily.

With gentleness and understanding, the physician’s assistant clarified, “If you’re having a boy or a girl…”

“Oh! Right!” Kim stammered, “Uh… sure! Yeah”

Daniels moved the wand higher on her patient’s bump. “Well I could always be wrong… but I don’t think I’m seeing a penis anywhere. I think you’re having a daughter, for whatever that’s worth”

It’s too much pressure, Kim lamented in her head. All these expectations parents foist on kids before they’re even born. It wasn’t fair. Maybe it was good she wasn’t more excited; maybe most of this excitement from new parents was performative anyway. Especially taking into account what a fluke it was that there was life on Earth at all, it was a miracle she was even here to conceive a child. She wasn’t excited, because this was what real unconditional love felt like: this little person was still a complete stranger to her. There was no way to know whether her child would grow up to be masculine or feminine, same way there was no way to know which life choices her child would go on to make that she’d approve of, and which she wouldn’t.

There were only three things Kim was certain of: (1) If she thought of her daughter as a mistake, she meant it as a compliment, because (2) it was an appealing idea to her, that something or someone could perform a transgressive act by its mere fact of existing. It conjured up imagery of some mutant animal with a hairline evolutionary advantage. And (3) even if it hadn’t been too late to go back and “fix” this mistake, she’d decided she was beyond the point of return, and therefore it was true. And now she’d defend that decision at any cost.

“I don’t care” she announced as she wiped the goo off her stomach, “This news still comes to me as a relief. I was seriously worried I was having a nervous breakdown. But if there’s twenty-one other women this has happened to? I can work with that! I’ll start a- a class action suit! Taking the hospital and the papers and anyone else to task for negligence! I’ll make it too loud to ignore! If you could put me in contact with these other patients? Right, no, confidentiality. I’ll figure something out! Oh!”

It was easy to get carried away with this new fire which had been lit under her. But there were a few more questions she had before she was free to charge out the front door. She went over to her briefcase and fished the comb out of the front pocket.

“This is my husband’s comb” she continued, “I was wondering if you could DNA test this. Or do you have to wait until after the kid is born before you can do that?”

Dr. Daniels shrugged, “That can be done easily enough. I’d have to take an amnio sample, which I needed to do anyway. Although for the record, the other women who were in here asked for a paternity test as well, for the obvious reason. And thus far, whatever the results of the test said, for each of them it was 100% what they had wanted to hear. The babies resulting from this mutation weren’t just clones of their mother; the husbands, the boyfriends, the long-term life partners, all the tests came back showing that the fathers were who my patients wanted them to be. At first, I thought this was going to help me narrow down what exactly that pink gel was. I thought maybe it was just extremely powerful at negating their birth control methods. Then a lesbian couple showed up complaining of this… the father in that case was the girlfriend as well. So I don’t have any theories! Deep breath, sharp pinch…” she said as she jabbed the long needle into Kim’s womb.

The spot where the needle had poked was going to be sore for another hour at least, but this reassurance brought our heroine another step closer to accepting what had happened. It was a warming thought, after all, that this stranger was going to be half her and half Jimmy. Even if it all but guaranteed this new animal would be an apex predator…

“Don’t rush out the door just yet!” Dr. Daniels stopped her as Kim was redressing in her ill-fitting and torn skirt, “I still need to do a bloodwork panel”

“Can’t you use the blood you already took?”

“I haven’t drawn any blood yet”

“Not you, but the nurse already stuck me before you came in. Remember, the vials had purple rubber caps?”

Daniels looked confused and turned to hammer away at the computer terminal, “Nobody performed a blood draw. There’d be a record of it. Even if it was less than an hour ago”

Kim’s veins turned to ice. She thought she was being careful. She’d waited 'til the door was closed before spilling her guts. She’d made sure there were no security cameras to capture her betrayal of the cartel. But what if it hadn’t been a record-keeping mistake? If her enemies had infiltrated the hospital, if they were impersonating medical staff, then… then how could she be sure Daniels wasn’t working for them as well? On the other hand, what did these red cloaks have to gain by alerting her of the deception? On the other other hand, she didn’t know what these people were capable of, let alone what they wanted. She made some excuse for why that was enough phlebotomy for one day and beat a hasty retreat without another word to those big, watery eyes.

In the basement of this same facility, technicians were loading trays of blood samples into a refrigerator. On the right-hand side, the vials capped with orange rubber. A label was affixed to the bottom lip of the tray. In black marker, it bore the word “Control”. The tray had been sitting out at room temperature for some time now and the vials had lost their crimson sheen. Where there was an imperfection in the orange cap, a droplet had escaped but already clotted into dry rust. The purple-capped vials next to them, however, did not seem to age. The contents stayed bright red, even though those samples weren’t any younger than the orange ones. A droplet had escaped the purple rubber as well, but it refused to denature in the presence of oxygen. This tray had a label too: “Test Group”. A fly buzzed loudly until it caught the scent of the drop. It perched itself on the vial and rubbed its legs together.

#kim wexler #jimmy x kim #mcwexler #jimmy mcgill #mcwexlerjr #bcs #saul goodman #rhea seehorn #better call saul fanfic #better call saul

[lwybthescreenplay]

8:33 am July 3rd

Act I : The Voice Notes

As the sun beamed in on a warm early morning, the cars drove by, the crows cawed melodically while "LOVE" from the Damn album by Kendrick Lamar passed through my mind. "I'm thinking about you again" is what I say to myself. "FUCK!"

Cut to : Mystery Woman pacing back and forth out of her bathroom in her High Rise Apartment in Atlantis.

She just found out she's pregnant after taking 10 different tests.

Here's the catch... She's been celibate for a while... DAMN.

Mystery Woman : LACE! Fuuuuck. What did my baby do? HOW? UGHHH!

She paces faster around her house as her sister Jasmine tries to calm her down

Jasmine : Um.. I think you should... Um I need a minute

Mystery Woman tries hard not to bite on her freshly painted coffin nails in distress

MW: DAMN. DAMNIT. UGH. FUCK. I don't know what to tell her

Jasmine : HER?

Mystery Woman hides her face while slowly backing away into her bathroom like the Homer Simpson Bush Gif

Jasmine slowly sits down, then gets back up quick in confusion.

Jasmine : What do you mean HER??

MW giggles uncontrollably with no remorse. Her sister is concerned and inches closer to the bathroom as she starts clapping in the mirror.

MW: Bravo, Beloved. Bravo.

The bathroom light flickers softly as she collects composure. Jasmine holds on to the door frame and peaks in absolute curiosity while MW puts her hand on the mirror and one on her Womb.

Jasmine slightly scared and very intimidating gulps

Jasmine replies in the softest voice "What do you mean... HER?... "

MW turns her head to her sister while smiling

MW : It's SITNALTA TIME

She quickly wets her face and starts brushing her teeth

MW : Don't be frightened, it's Monday for her, so this is dead the fuck ass just a regular Monday

She tries not to giggle but can't help but saying "She's Looney"

She turns her head to the side while giggling uncontrollably and touching her Womb with tenderness

MW as she sighs with relief : "she's my Looney Bear"

Jasmine : Finish brushing your teeth please! It's muffled and on some real shit she sent too many messages to you. That shit is fucking off

MW spits and puts her tongue out to brush it anxiously and says : well no shit. She shot my club up. Duh.

Jasmine pulls her up quick the toothbrush falls and MW watches her shook

Jasmine : What does that even meeeeaaaaaan??

MW looking at the toothbrush says in a soft voice : That's unsanitary.

She slowly starts to tear up while holding herself. Jasmine watches her and realizes that there's an air of innocence she hasn't seen ever on her sister. "HOLY FUCK" her sister mouthed

MW : Exactly. See! You understand now. Can you kinda let me go now?

Jasmine still in very much confusion let's her sister go and picks up her toothbrush. She grabs one of the many tests, puts the toilet seat down and sits down... So ... You're pregnant?

MW nods and rinses out her mouth

Are you sure sure?

MW looks at her and rolls her eyes while caressing her phone screen

Why ... Why are you doing that?

MW : Well Looney Bear needed to get naughty because she's been too good but there's been what we thought were only 4 bratty douches literally trying to murder her to eat her vagina as an aphrodisiac

Jasmine clenches the toilet and screams "WHAT?!?"

MW hugs her phone nodding in sadness trying not to cry

MW : they tried to kill my Lyre

Jasmine: hold up...

Silence fills the room as the lights starts to flicker

MW sighs, looks into the mirror and says calmly while placing the phone on the mirror

MW : Tweeka TWEEK HADOUKEN.

Jasmine giggles and ask what was that?

MW : Idiots who blew up her ACTUAL soul and are reaaaally trying to end her before their consequences get to them. She's actually THEE Virgo the Tarot talks about... Idk how she's all the signs right now but it's... Clutch as fuck not gonna lie

Jasmine face palms and sighs while laughing

Jasmine : you are off your rockets man. I wanna meet her. Can we met her?

MW: well... It's them?

Jasmine gets up fast in curiosity

MW: Well first of all... She's married... Twice now

She said as she smirks to the mirror and whispers "return to sender" then knocks on the mirror 4 times

Jasmine is shook

MW puts her phone down on the bathroom counter

Jasmine : um...girl?

MW: We... We have to go to France...

Jasmine giggling and busts out in a dance screaming "How?!"

MW: Well... We caught 22.

Jasmine moonwalking out of her bathroom saying "I don't know what it means but I needed a vacation"

MW following her out the bathroom laughing picking on her like when they were younger, older sisters never really change, they'll always be that little devil steering you right.

MW: dance battle!

Jasmine : bet?

MW : wait! But first... I kinda need to- she clears her throat and softly says "DND"

Jasmine stops dancing and shakes her head while grabbing her keys "I don't need to know what that means"

MW : stares up to her ceiling... She hears wedding bells... Aww baby

She sits down

Jasmine still very confused : dude! I don't care! I'ma go get some stuff, no way! I'm an aunt now! I don't care! Bye! Bye!

MW: looks out at the view and stares at the purple Talarias hugging her pillow blushing, she gently wipes her tear.

I knew you loved me more, but not like this... Fine ! Let's go.

She gets up and goes to her bathroom, goes on Air France and orders the first plane ticket to Clermont-Ferrand France, she sighs while shaking her head in disbelief at the prices

Oh that's why you were telling me to hurry my ass up.... Oh... Oh- she throws up in her bathroom sink again, grips it hard, spits and immediately rinses her mouth out.

FUCK IT! whatever is needed to stop this fucking chiffonade

She bites her lip and talks to herself softly

Baby, I know you're horny... Stop playing with me like that... Ugh you're the shittiest spy ever. FUCK! You win! You won!

She grips the sink harder and let's go in ecstasy as she holds on to her chest . Her Looney Bear is thinking about her a lot... thinking about her to death...

MW : la petite mort... Lovely

She rinses her face off one last time giggling, grabs her towel and looks in the mirror and drops it in surprise, it knocks her back and she collapses on her toilet, she orgasms on the spot "DADDY! WAIT. Fuuuuck!"

Jasmine confusedly looks at her, MW jumps embarrassed and hides her face behind her hands

MW: I thought you left... Oh noooo

Jasmine laughing uncontrollably "oh you got it baaaad

MW gets up quickly and tells her sister to get out politely

Jasmine backs up in surprise

MW: what?

Jasmine : um... Your eyes are blue?

MW : fuck is you talming about nigga?

Jasmine : Nah ho, fuck is you talking about?

MW : wait... Wait...

She slowly backs into the bathroom and looks in the mirror

MW: oh... GAME ON!

Jasmine : I like Looney Bear!

MW: oh... You're gonna like her even more.. but first.. um... We need a family meeting... There's... Things we have to... Listen to

Jasmine nodding in instigation : oh I like her... I liker ass a lot

MW bites her lip and asks... You wanna see what she looks like?

Jasmine : nah... I wanna film that airport first meeting. I don't wanna know ANYTHING

MW : what day is it? Oh no no

She paces to her room and looks at the bag of gifts she bought for her Looney Bear

She hugs herself in amazement. FUCK ME ACE! she yells to herself

Jasmine casually records her sister

Jasmine : oh she's fun

MW : A.F.

MW turns her head and realizes that her sister is recording her.

MW: Go to your room man!

Jasmine : nah, I like this new you

MW sits on her bed and sighs profusely

MW : Looney Bear, what did you do?

Jasmine : So... When are we leaving?

MW: in 6 hours. I'm NOT doing 4th of July here. Plus, there's money I gotta give her.

Jasmine : what?

MW: Pussy, Money, Weed boo. That's my au pair. Get in on it babe. We been woke

Jasmine tilts her head in intrigue.

Jasmine : so that bag?

MW : she's gonna come for it

Jasmine: what?

MW : oh we're not spending 4th of July here. Plus her husband has been complaining about being broke for the longest

Jasmine walks straight to window and opens it and screams "what the fuck?!"

MW eyebrow lifts slowly

MW: she's cool like that

Jasmine : HOLD UP.

MW lays back on her bed, grabs small paintings from under her pillow and holds them dear to her heart

Jasmine : WHO IS SHE

MW : My Au Pair

Jasmine : that's not helping

MW : whatever. We just have to get dad, mom and well you get it. We have to listen to specific voice notes and fly out. But we'll be back by Friday. We have to spook the world

Jasmine starts smirking

Jasmine : oh I looove Looney Bear now

MW : Match made in heaven, right?

Jasmine : absofuckinglutely

MW : LaFrancé

Jasmine : wait... So... You're french now?

MW nods while covering her face with the paintings

MW : She's coming over by Thursday and she's not gonna be here... Not yet... I need to get some stuff done. But pack your bags, we're visiting Salem

Jasmine yells "Salem?!?"

MW nods while giggling

Jasmine : DUDE! NO WAY NO WAY!

MW : let's go. That's enough. Just pack a few things. We're gonna go back and forth for a bit until we find the rhythm

Jasmine : oh.. I LOVE THIS NEW YOU

Jasmine slow claps and yells out the window "BRAVO LOONEY BEAR"

MW : NIGGA!

jasmine quickly closes the windows and realizes she ticked her sister off and rushes to her room while calling her best friend

MW : MAH NIGGA. REALLY? Can you at least close the door?!

She sighs, gets up, closes her door and locks it.

Theres a coolness in the air that lingers... MW realizes that sometimes the greatest gift come from the most unexpected places.

MW : You're mine. You've always been... See you this Tuesday... At the Mercure hotel in Clermont Ferrand. Enough is enough plus I'm tired of stalking you on those anon apps. I'm sorry I'm so shy.. you caught me my Looney Pooh... Together forever. Fuck it! Good thing I saved that playlist before you'd self destruct... Ugh! STAHP with the whining I'm coming over Mars! UGH. My baby warned meee. Whatever.

I need a nap.

Done at 11:11 am.

[enabledarmy]

While they're all doing emotional ending speeches I want to thank all the armys who were there before me, none of us would be here if not for you 💜 BTS has changed my life but it wouldn't have happened had you not supported them and been there when others doubted them, ARMY really has changed my life too

Love you always and forever grateful 💜

#you nice keep going #damnit it's too early in the morning to cry #bangbangcon #hyyh #bang bang con #방방콘 #방탄소년단 #방탄소년단 태형 #방탄소년단 진 #방탄소년단 (bts) #방탄소년단 지민 #방탄소년단 정국 #방탄소년단 김석진 #방탄소년단 rm #방탄소년단 호석 #방탄소년단 김남준 #bangtan #bangtan boys #bts army #bts x army #아미 #방탄 아미 #army means family #young forever #bts young forever #run bts #whalien 52 #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #kpop

[jojothaho]

When you hurt, I hurt. Draken, Hanma, Kawata twins.

Word count: 605

Request: Draken, Kawata twins, & Hanma x little sister reader self-harm?

Warnings: Self-harm, slight angst, cursing.

Kawata Twins

Over the last couple weeks, your off behavior didn't go unnoticed by your brothers. They knew how sad you've been lately, so when you asked them to go out and buy you Mochi Ice Cream one night, they didn't hesitate; Anything to make their sister happier.

Nahoya and Souya wanted you to know how much you could count on them, but what you didn't count on was them getting back early, and catching you in the act.

That day was the first you ever saw Nahoya's smile fade.

The lines on your wrist stung, but they couldn't compare to the sting in your brothers' hearts. It was never your intention to hurt them like this.

"Why...?" Souya sounded so confused, and so hurt.

Nahoya was quiet, but his silence held a million emotions.

After the initial shock, Souya bandaged up your wrist while Nahoya put up your half-melted ice cream.

In the morning, they would take you to the hospital, but for tonight, they would stay with you.

"Hey Y/n-chan, from now on, let's get ice cream together</3."

Hanma

When Hanma was rummaging through your drawers, he was expecting to find a spare lighter, not a used razor blade.

"What the hell is this Y/n?"

"Huh?"

You froze when you noticed the razor he was waving around.

"I already had my suspicions when I found it, but I was hoping I was wrong. But I see from your reaction I was right."

"Shuji-nii, I-"

"GOD DAMNIT Y/N!" "Why the fuck would you do something like this!?"

Hanma was furious, but you knew it wasn't targeted at you. Right now, he was hurting, way worse than you ever were.

After glaring at you for a bit, Hanma stormed out of the house, out into the cold night with nothing but sweats on. You knew it was pointless trying to stop him, so you didn't.

If you knew you would've hurt him this badly, you would've never hurt yourself.

Hanma couldn't let you see him cry, his pride as your big brother was torn enough.

After beating up on some trash bins in a random back alley, Hanma's act would finally crack, his tears spilling out of his eyes and down his cheeks.

"Was your big brother not enough to keep you happy and safe?"

Draken

Draken should've never seen the scars on your wrist last week, hell, he wasn't even supposed to be home. But ever since that day, he was off.

He was in his head, trying to understand why? Why would you ever hurt yourself? Did he ever make you feel unloved?

One night, you came home to Draken sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. You weren't the perceptive type, but you knew something had been off with your brother the entire week.

"Ken? What's wrong?"

He was silent for a beat, "Y/n... do you want to die?"

Your throat ran dry.

"I don't... know what you're talking about? Haha, why would I want to die?"

"Y/n, I'm not laughing."

The tremble in his words betrayed his faux seriousness. And for the first time in your life, you saw your brother cry.

"Was it me? Was I too harsh on you? Did I fail as your brother?"

Seeing him like this hurt worse than your wrists did, and soon found yourself on the floor, sobbing alongside him.

"I'm so sorry, I promise it wasn't you! To me, you're the best brother in the world!"

"Then please..." He grabbed your wrist and kissed your scars, "don't ever do this again."

"You're all I have, I can't loose you too."

#draken #ken #ken ryuguji #draken angst #souya #souya kawata fluff #angry #kawata twins #smiley #nahoya #nahoya kawata #souya angst #nahoya angst #hanma #shuji hanma #hanma angst #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo revengers x reader

[my-tin-can-mans]

Gone Too Far, Crosshair x Reader

Soooo I'm thinking about writing another part to this let me know what you think, this idea had been festering in my brain for awhile now and I finally had the patience to sit down and write it. Also I got an idea to a Rex x reader one shot so be prepared for that soon if I get the motive.

Pairings: Crosshair x Reader

Warnings: None? Kinda Angst? I'm not sure.

It was late, incredibly late. And as the pilot of the Havoc Marauder, you had to be up early to take the ship out of hyperspace and land it. That meant you needed sleep, enough to at least fly a ship, but that was sounding impossible at this hour.

Wrecker and Crosshair were still up, bouncing a ball on a wall back and forth. You knew this because on the other side of the wall happened to be your room. Granted you shared it with Echo, but this noise didn’t seem to be a bother for him as you could hear his soft snores from the bunk beneath you. Unfortunately, as the two newest members to the bad batch, you both got to share the room closest to everything. Which meant when someone was up and moving around in the hull, you two were the first to know.

You huffed, raking your hand down your face, and throwing your GAR issued blanket off yourself. You climbed down the ladder trying to make as little noise as possible as to not wake Echo, but you were sure nothing would if he couldn’t hear the loud bounce against the wall ever thirty seconds. You quietly opened the door and walked into the hull. Wrecker was laying with his back against the floor and his feet propped up on the seat in front of him while Crosshair was sitting up in the seat beside his feet, infamous toothpick wedged between his lips and ball in hand.

The look on your face was not a nice one, and the two men knew that. “What’s got your panties in a twist?” Crosshair spoke as he went to bounce the ball again against the wall in front of him.

But as it started to bounce back you swiftly came in and grabbed it. “Hey” wrecker whined, “we were having fun.”

“Well too bad” you grumbled, “I've got to land this ship in less than four hours and if I don’t get any sleep, we’ll all be crash landing.”

“What does our ball having anything to do with your sleep?” Crosshair spoke up with a rather knowing look on his face.

“Considering the fact that it's bouncing up against the room I sleep in, a lot.” You cocked you hip and put your hand on it, threating him to fight back.

But it was crosshair you were talking to, of course he was going to argue. “it's just a ball princess, ignore it. You’ll find you sleep a lot better that way.”

“Damnit Crosshair can’t you for once think about anyone other than yourself?” you raised your voice, officially becoming a little more than frustrated.

“I still don’t see how you ever made it as a slave once, all you ever do is whine.” This hit hard. It wasn’t the usual back and forth banter between you two. It was way more personal than that. You’d grown up a slave and had eventually escaped with the help of the republic, specifically Senator Amidala. You two had grown close and you felt you had a debt to pay off the republic for saving you, but it wasn’t in the same sense as before, you were gracious for this, and she took you under her wing gave you a job in the GAR and you had a place to sleep and eat and free will. You were a great pilot; you’d like to think. You spent much of your time and a slave being forced to run spice. You knew how to get out of tricky situations. So, when commander Cody had seen you in action one day, he knew just the new position for you, pilot of clone force 99 because, with all due respect, Tech was great at many things, but your specialty was flying. And they needed a good flyer with all the close calls they had.

You hadn’t thought about that part of your past in a while. You were leading a good life now and had been trying to forget. As you stood there stunned by Crosshair’s words you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes. You didn’t want him or Wrecker to see you cry, you weren’t that close with the bad batch to let down your guard that much, so dropped the ball that was still in your hand, and you swiftly turned to retreat to your room.

You managed to keep the tears in long enough to climb back on the top bunk above Echo and get situated. The ball had stopped bother you and it was dead silent for once, but you were never getting sleep now.

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Your alarm went off, but it was useless. You hadn’t slept at all. You heard Echo starting to stir as well. You let out a sigh. Throwing the blanket off yourself again and climbing down the ladder. Echo was sitting up of the edge of his bed, rubbing the sleep from his face. “Morning” he whispered.

“Morning,” you said back just as quietly, “Echo I need to change real quick do you mind?” you and Echo had gotten pretty close, but you still felt a little uncomfortable changing in front of him. It was the one thing that sucked about having to share a room, but he was always a gentleman about it, always giving you the privacy you needed.

“Of course not,” he responded laying back down and covering his face with his arm.

You switched from the old, battered shirt and shorts you owned to your flight suit uniform. “Okay,” was all you had to say to let Echo know you were decent. He lifted his head up and began placing his own amour over his blacks while you fastened you harness and put your blaster and a couple of other necessities back into their rightful place. The whole while Crosshair’s words from just a few hours ago played on repeat in your mind damping your mood for the day before it had even begun.

You were tired. You hadn’t gotten a drop of sleep last night and now needed to prepare the ship to drop out of hyperspace and land it. Although it wasn’t a hard task, very mundane for being a pilot, it still took a lot of focus, which was something you weren’t good at doing without sleep.

You walked to the cockpit with Echo. Tech was already in the co-pilots seat and Hunter was sitting in the seat behind him. You took yours as the pilot and Echo sat behind you. “We’ll be dropping out of hyperspace in 6 minutes.” Tech turned to you to say.

You grunted, beginning the routine of checking the hyperdrive and stabilizers. About a minute into doing this a mug of caf was harshly placed in front of you on the dashboard. You looked up to see who had done this and were unpleasantly surprised by Crosshair standing beside you looking down at you with a scowl to his face. “What’s this?” you asked like you didn’t know what a cup of caf looked like.

“Caf” he responded, sliding it closer on the dashboard to meet your face better.

“No thanks.” You said back, sliding it away from you and trying to focus on the blinking buttons ahead of you.

“Three minutes till drop,” Tech and interjected, popping his head around crosshair to give you a questioning look, “you ready?”

“Yeah.” You sighed, trying to get back to work with Crosshair still standing there.

You were hoping he would take the hint that you were still pissed at him and just leave you be, but of course that wasn’t the case. The mug of caf was slid back in front of you and you looked up again to see an even more pissed off crosshair than before. What was his problem? He insulted you and took it too far and now he was mad you were declining his caf? It was starting to make your blood boil too; you were the one that deserved to be angry not him.

“Look,” he said, “I made it just how you like it, two sugars one cream. I even put it in your favorite mug. Just take the kriffing caf.”

If this was some sort of pathetic excuse for an apology it wasn’t going to work, you were truly upset and a cup of caf wasn’t going to fix that.

“And I said no thank you.” You told him harshly and forcefully pushed the cup back in his direction.

You could go for a cup of caf right now, but you weren’t going to let him get away with this. He was always pushing your buttons, making snarky remarks at you and this time he had gone to far.

He huffed, grabbed the cup, and walked out of the cockpit.

Right on time, Tech and began to start the countdown to drop out of hyperspace and you now need to focus the most.

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After you had landed you stayed behind in the cockpit, while everyone else around you had started to get up. You closed your eyes, leaning back in your seat and taking a deep breath. The day had just started, and it was already going horribly.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and you jumped, turning to give the perpetrator a dirty look expecting it to be Crosshair again not taking the hint that you were still very clearly upset but softening when you saw Hunter instead. The sergeant of the bad batch and you had grown close, mostly because he could read you like an open book, whereas the others tended to not pick up and any hints that your moods had changed. “Mind telling me what that all was about back there?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow at you.

You signed and he went to sit in the seat across from you while you began to tell him about the incident last night.

“So he was trying to apologize to you this morning.” Hunter stated.

“Hunter, you know my past and the pain that comes along with it better than anyone else on this ship. I've reluctantly shared bits and pieces with all of you out of trust, for him to use that against me in a petty argument really hurts. A cup of caf isn’t going to make me forgive him, especially when I know he isn’t truly sorry.”

He sighed leaning forward and placing his elbows on his knees to place his head in his hands. “(Y/N), I know you and Crosshair haven’t ever really gotten along but he’s not good at talking about things, I'm sure he truly is sorry, but him giving you a cup of caf is the biggest apology I've ever seen him give anyone.”

This whole situation was really one you just wanted to forget. But at this point you also just wanted an actual apology.

“Well he’s going to have to bite his tongue and do better than that.”

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[tendousthoughts]

HQ Boys Calling Their S/O Clingy Pt. 1

Character(s) included: Iwaizumi and Ushijima

Warnings: slight cursing

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Iwaizumi

When he came home all you wanted to do was hug him. It had been almost a week since he had gotten his new job. He was stressed all the time and never had time for you two alone. So what if you want just hug him for a bit.. you deserve that much right just that much of his time? So he walked in, and your eyes lit up... he was one of the few people you felt safe around. You ran up to him with a big smile and that goofy lovable personality of yours.

“Dinner is ready and then we can cuddle and maybe watch a movie. I have it all planned out!” You smile laughing a bit just imagining how fun it will be. He doesn’t look so amused though.

“I ate already and I am going to bed, y/n.” He didn’t even give you a second to process what he had said instead he just walked away. You follow him to the room you share smiling.

“Oh okay! We can just cuddle then!” You smile a bit and hop onto the bed next to him. Wrapping your arms tightly around him, not too tight, just perfect, you smile. Till you are shoved off. He looked at you with pure annoyance.

“Y/n, can you stop being so fucking clingy. You never stop trying to touch me,” He screamed and you just sat there with tears. God damnit. He was right, wasn’t he? You never gave him space. He turned his back and you turned away too. The tears silently fell.

The morning came faster than it should have. By the time he was awake you were out of the room. He got up and walked out and entered the kitchen.

“Morning y/n, I have the day off so we can do anything you want,” he smiled as he walked in, yet you weren’t there. He searched the whole house and you weren’t there. An hour passed and you walked in.

“Uh hey y/n.. where’d you go? I mean like you weren’t there when I woke up, love?” He smiled and you just gave a soft smile.

“Oh.. um I just went for a random drive for some coffee and drove nowhere for like twenty minutes,” you lied. You love doing that but to be honest you were talking to Oikawa for a bit and ranting to him.

“Oh um.. I have the day off if you just wanna hang out? Maybe go for dinner or something?” He smiles hopefully.

“Uh sure..” you sat far from him on the couch as the movie started. He looked at you and you tried not to pay attention.

“Uh do you need something?” You turn towards him.

“Oh um.. no, never mind,” he looks back at the tv confused. He wanted to cuddle yet was too embarrassed to say so.

Thirty minutes passed by and you were quite distant. “Um do you wanna cuddle or something..?” He smiles hopefully.

“I’m good thanks for asking,” you remain glaring at the tv.

“Um y/n is everything okay.. you’ve been really distant and I know you went to Oikawa’s place yet you told me otherwise..” he looks at you.

You freeze looking at him again, you look like a deer in headlights. Frozen and shocked. You say the first thing that comes to mind which is extremely dumb. “Uh I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You helplessly smile.

He looks at you, shocked. You were a terrible liar yet you still tried to, “why are you lying? I know you were there just tell me.”

“Last night I was thinking that you are right. I am too clingy and I need to give you some space,” you keep your on him “This morning you weren’t up and I just felt like talking so I decided to head out and not bug you.” Your voice breaks as tears roll down your cheeks. Wiping them away quickly hoping he doesn’t notice but it is already too late.

“Y/n... I didn’t mean it,” he feels like absolute shit right now and he doesn’t know what to do. “I..I like how you cling to me and how you just act like yourself. I..I love the sound of your voice so you can always talk to me. I didn’t mean for me to come off so rude to you and hurt you... you mean everything to me. I am so sorry y/n for making you so fucking uncomfortable. This is your house too and I shouldn’t do that to you...” he whispers holding your hands in his as he pulls you closer. Lifting you to his lap.

You try to climb off but his grip just gets tighter in a protective way.

“I’m sorry y/n... I didn’t mean any of that. I will make more room for us to hang out...” He smiles a bit wrapping his arms around your waist. “I love you so much..”

“I..I love you too,” you make out in between heavy deep breaths

Ushijima

You tried to call him multiple times, it was extremely late and you were worried. He normally would text you if he was going to practice a bit longer or he was going to head to dinner with his team. Knowing how worried you get and not wanting you to make him a whole meal when he is full. Yet he never picked up it was probably twelve thirty when he walked in.

He tried to walk in silently but soon found you awake in bed. You smile a bit getting up and giving him a hug. “Hey baby..” you mumble with your sleepy voice “where were you? I was worried sick,” you didn’t sound mad, just concerned. 

He slightly shoved you off making his way to his dresser to change. “Out.” He grumbled a bit.

“Are you hungry? I made dinner..” you smile slightly making your way closer to him.

“Can you just leave me alone? I don’t need you to be so god damn clingy! You’re not my mom and I am a grown ass adult. I don’t need you to stay up wondering where I was!” He took a deep breath calming down. You slowly backed down and just laid at your side of the bed closing your eyes. Slightly thinking about all the “problems” you have.

Morning came and when Ushijima woke up he was later than usual needing to rush a couple of things. You were on the couch, as he came in he looked for something to eat. “Y/n, do you know if there is anything I can eat?” He called out.

“I don’t know you can look, can’t you?” You look up from your computer for a split second before returning to gaze at your computer.

“Uh.. ya. Well bye!” He grabbed a banana and grabbed his stuff. Rushing out the door unsure what had possibly made you so harsh that morning. Forgetting everything he had said the night before.

When he came home it was early and you were already eating while using your phone. “I’m home!” He called.

You just smiled and returned eating. Your eyes locked on back onto your phone. Typing for a second.

“Who are you texting babe?” He smiled as he walked in.

“No one” you put your phone down. The sound of a text came up but you just ignored it walking to put your dishes away and then grabbing your phone to go back to your room.

“Uh.. y/n? You wanna hang out for a bit?” You turn and just shake your head.

“No I’m good thanks though.” You mumble before walking away. Him following close after.

“Are you okay..?” He mumbles as he joins you in bed.

“Ya. I’m fine,” you mumble as you plot your headphones in listening to some music.

He taps your shoulder and you take out one of your earbuds. “What’s going on.. what did I do?” He mumbled.

“I mean I am not your mother so I don’t understand why you need me to hang out with you and be your best friend. I mean I am just too clingy aren’t I?” You burst out.

“What?” He looks at you for a moment remembering the night before. “Wait y/n.. I didn’t me-”

“I don’t care if you didn’t mean it! You made me feel like absolute shit!” You look at him before getting up and heading to the spare room. “You can leave and go out. I don’t give a fuck just leave me alone for a bit.”

He goes to check on you two hours later. When he walks in he finds you crying. “Y/n, can we talk?” He whispered softly in his calming voice.

You look up wiping your tears. “I guess.”

“May I sit on the bed or would you like some space..?” He really didn’t want to make you feel worse then you probably already did.

“I don’t care do what you want,” it wasn’t like you to be so snappy. But you just wanted to get it out of your system. He sat down next to you and slowly reached out his arms. You slowly entered his embrace as he held you tight whispering sweet nothingness into your ear. His words are full of praise and truth.

“I am so sorry I made you feel like that. I should have texted you back. I know that you were just worried,” he rubbed your back slowly, making soft circles. “I don’t find you clingy.. and I like when you take care of me. You mean the world to me and I am sorry I made you think otherwise..”

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[spicykitteh]

Chill

Photo credit: Evgeny Karandaev

Pairing: Jean Kirschtein x fem!Reader, Sasha x Connie

Rating: 18+ NSFW, MDNI!

Word Count: 1.7K

Notes: Modern college AU, characters are aged up to early 20s, established relationship.

CW: Ice play, slightly rough sex -- more vigorous than rough, hint of edging, switch Jeanbo

Summary: On the hottest day of the year, Jean and his girlfriend try to find a way to cool off.

Jean sighed heavily as he punched the disconnect bubble on his phone. “Looks like we’re going to be sweating this weekend.”

“Are you kidding me? We pay this landlord a fortune every month and he can’t even bother to get over here and fix the air conditioner on the hottest week this year?!” YN plopped down on the threadbare brown sofa.

Jean had mentioned last week he had a bad feeling about the rattling the window unit had been making, shaking itself hard enough to sprinkle yellowed plastic shards and dust on the floor underneath it. This morning as the temperature climbed it seized with a deafening shriek. The four roommates tried poking and prodding at the thing though they all knew they had not a shred of mechanical aptitude. Jean spent nearly an hour arguing with the landlord but in this heatwave every repair service in town was booked completely.

“I guess the good news is Mr. Bozado said he wouldn’t charge us for the repair,” Jean offered weakly as he gulped lemonade. He swiped a hand across the sweat beading on his forehead.

“He better fuckin’ not,” Connie growled from the floor where he was sprawled out fanning himself with a hastily folded paper fan. “We didn’t break that junky thing, it was already half gone when we moved in.”

“I’m going to take a nap in the basement, it’s at least a little cooler down there,” Sasha said as she started opening windows for a cross breeze on her way to the basement steps. Connie tossed his makeshift fan on the coffee table and stomped heavily down the stairs in her wake.

YN glanced over to Jean who was draining the last of his now watery lemonade from the glass. “My room in the attic is way too hot. Is it ok if I stay in your room this weekend?”

Jean smiled over the rim of the glass and his honey eyes sparkled. “Sunshine, I don’t remember the last time you slept up there on your own since we came back from the beach.”

“Well, ok, that’s fair,” YN conceded with a wave of her hand. “It’s not like you’d let me sleep alone anyway, Little Spoon.” He set the glass on the coffee table where condensation pooled around the base and soaked the cork coaster. His knee nudged into hers as he sat down next to her and kissed her temple, tasting the salty sweat trickling from her brow.

“Just admit you can’t keep your hands off me, babe.”

“I can’t,” she turned her head to meet his lips as he bent to kiss her again. “Right now, though, it’s too hot for that.”

Jean agreed, leaning forward to peel his sweat-drenched t-shirt off. “Damnit, it’s like a furnace in here.” He scooped up his empty glass and motioned to hers with it. “Do you want another glass of lemonade?”

“Sure,” she exhaled and leaned back into the sofa. Jean strode through the archway that separated the kitchen from the living room and scooped ice cubes from the container in the freezer. YN snatched Connie’s paper fan from the table as she watched Jean filling the glasses with ice and lemonade, admiring his bare torso and amused by the way his lips curled into a wicked grin and his eyes flicked over to her, roaming shamelessly over her body. He chugged his glass until it was empty, then filled it again with only ice. He brought her cup to her and grasped her hand to pull her up from the sofa.

“I have an idea, c’mere,” he squeezed her hand as he led her to his bedroom and shut the door behind them. “It’s a few degrees cooler here since it’s on the north side of the house. Besides that, I thought you might like to get out of those clothes and try something with me.” He took her glass and set it on the nightstand next to his.

“Mmm, what have you got planned for me?” she smiled as she slipped out of her cotton t-shirt and denim cutoffs, revealing the black lace bra and panties underneath. He flashed that damned adorable crooked grin as she unclasped his belt and let it dangle to focus on unbuttoning his jeans, the soft blue denim whispering through her fingers and dropping to the floor. Despite the stifling heat in the room her core felt hotter when she palmed his hardness through his boxers. He laced his fingers into the soft strands of her hair and tilted her head back to press his soft lips to hers, sucking gently on her bottom lip, her jawline, her earlobe.

“You’re a bit overdressed for what I have in mind, madame.” He hooked his fingers under the elastic of her panties and pulled them down her thighs. She shimmied out of the material and Jean swept her into his arms and lowered her onto the bed. His touch on her skin was like fire rushing through her veins that the breeze from the ceiling fan did little to cool off. He strode over to the window, propped it open and flicked on the small fan on his nightstand. His long fingers reached into his glass and deftly plucked out an ice cube. “Can I try cooling you down?”

She nodded and he stretched out beside her, nibbling at her flushed skin, letting the ice cube melting rapidly in his palm drip down the delicate skin of her throat, onto her collarbone, pooling in the valley between her breasts. His tongue chased the droplets, leaving a trail of goosebumps raised on her flesh and confusing her nervous system with the alternating chill of icy water and the heat of Jean’s mouth dragging against her skin. She arched her back against him, crying out when his chilled fingers slipped underneath her to unhook her bra and felt a light nip against her shoulder as he dragged the strap down her arm with his teeth. She shivered as his soft lips pressed kisses into the curve of her breast, her nipple brushing against the scruff of his jawline. He licked over the pink peak, sighing as he enveloped it with his lips and suckled hungrily.

YN’s fingers threaded through his strands, pulled him closer as she thrust her hips into him. His cock had already breached the fly of his boxers and pressed against her bare leg, the heat of him like a brand against her thigh. She traced a finger up the length of his shaft, her fingertip circling his sensitive tip and tracing over his slit. An airy moan broke the seal of his lips around her nipple.

“Oh fuck, honey,” was all Jean could manage between pants, mouth open, jaw jutting forward. His weakness ignited a primal urge in her to pounce on him, and she did. He easily rolled to his back with the press of her hand against his chest, watching her through heavily lidded eyes.

“Aren’t you hot with so much clothing on, baby?” she smirked and teased her forefinger under his waistband. He quickly discarded his boxers over the side of the bed. “That’s better. My turn now.”

She scooped an ice cube from his glass, tilting her head back but maintaining eye contact with him as she dropped the ice into her mouth, allowing the melt to trickle down her parched throat. She leaned over and kissed his neck lightly, then parted her lips just enough to blow chilled air over the sensitive skin behind his ear. Jean closed his eyes and sucked in a sharp, quavering gasp. “God, that feels good.”

She continued her trail of kisses down his throat, pausing to lick at the hollow just above the center of his collarbone and relishing in the salty tang of his skin. She pushed what remained of the ice cube along with her tongue until it had melted into a small pool on his chest. With one finger she pushed the droplets over his burning skin to scrawl in lazy arcs, her art punctuated with a kiss to his nipple. A whispery breeze through the window sighed in tandem with Jean, followed by the low rumble of thunder somewhere in the distance. YN pursed her lips and blew lightly across the pooling liquid, fascinated with the way his skin responded in goosebumps and how he gasped at the temperature change. She continued mapping every inch of him, the ridges and valleys of his abdomen, his sensitive navel, the smooth valley where his hip joined his pelvis so tantalizingly close to his tower of a cock.

“Please,’ he panted, “baby, I can’t take any more teasing, please!”

“Please what, sweetheart?”

“Please, please fuck me,” he tossed his head side to side on the pillow, his soft hair damp with sweat now mussed and sticking up at wild angles.

“You started this game, are you giving in so soon?” she sat back in amusement, enjoying how worked up Jean was for her.

“You’re driving me wild, babe, I need you,” he huffed impatiently.

She grinned and dropped to all fours, straddling his thighs and grazing her nipples up his torso until she was face to face with him. “Then come get me.”

Jean lost no time bucking up into her at a frenzied pace, his hands grasping desperately for her bouncing tits, her waist, her hips rocking in rhythm with his.

“Jean! Jean! Oh fuck baby,” she cried out with each powerful thrust of his hips.

He was too lost in his lust-clouded mind and could only respond with a whine, his long eyelashes fluttering against his flushed cheeks. She was at his mercy now, hanging on helplessly to his shoulders while he fucked her through wave after wave of powerful orgasms until he came deep inside her with a roar. A peal of thunder rattled the pane in the open window, followed by the steady patter of raindrops subsiding into a gentle thunderstorm. A cool breeze, heavy with petrichor, billowed through the curtains, much to the relief of the sweltering lovers.

Jean pulled her to his chest, tenderly rubbing her hips that were bound to be bruised under his desperate grip. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, babe.” She snuggled into his arms with a satisfied sigh.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” she giggled, “more than ok.”

The rain pattered steadily outside, answered occasionally by a soft murmur of thunder. The heat from earlier in the day finally subsided into a cool summer evening, perfect for sleeping through the night in each other’s arms.

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[imaloserbbyxoxo]

Dabi as a dad. That's it. That's the post.

please keep in mind i suck at writing so im sorry if this his terrible i'm just trying to make myself feel better

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It was late at night. Dabi wasn't sure what time it was, but he could only assume it was around two in the morning. He was unbelievably exhausted and worn out. So much work had to be done lately for the league and Shikaraki was running him ragged from all the orders and tasks he was assigned.

So much work had to be done, that he hadn't been able to sleep for the past day and a half. His body was starting to shut down, but he knew he had to keep on until the jobs were completed.

People in the league were the only ones that knew this secret Dabi had. He had a whole other life ever since three years ago. He had become a father. He never knew it would happen, he never even planned it. Honestly? He never really wanted to be a father, but ever since she was born, he was in love. A beautiful baby girl. Who would have ever thought? A son, maybe. But a girl? Whoa. That's a whole knew level.

Dabi and Y/N had been together for 2 years before the birth of their daughter. He really did love Y/N, but for some reason unknown to him, having a little girl made the love go even deeper. He never imagined he could love anyone, much less Y/N. His whole world was steadily changing around him, and he was doing all he could to cope with it.

The one thing hard about everything going on, was he had to be away from home. Away from his girls. Y/N knew he was in the league and everything that was going on in his life. She knew when they got together. She didn't mind it, really. Just as long as Dabi was safe. But she knew he would be. He was a really tough and tedious guy. He was constantly careful, no matter how big or how small the task.

But Dabi couldn't' help but stress about the girls at home by themselves. He had become so protective over them the past few years, and hated that they had to be alone most of the time. Nothing made him more relaxed than hearing their voices and laughs. It melted him, in a good way.

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After walking down this street Dabi found himself on, he cut down an alley. Once he walked down it a few feet, he leaned his back against the cold, stone wall of a building, and slid down it until he collapsed on the ground. Automatically, his eyes started to feel heavy. He needed to rest so bad. Maybe just a few minutes wouldn't hurt. Leaning his head back against the wall, he slowly started to drift away into sleep.

Time had passed and he hadn't moved. It only felt like a few minutes, but apparently it was about an hour of him napping. He was awoken by a tune on his phone. Normally, he would have ignored it, but this particular tune was set to only Y/N's contact, so he quickly pulled it out of his pocket.

Before answering, he glanced at the time. Four in the morning. What was she doing up? Dabi's heart started to race. He couldn't help but think that something was wrong. He hastily answered.

"Hey, is everything okay?"

"...daddy?"

"Yes, baby? Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I had a bad dream."

Dabi hadn't noticed, but his muscles were tense. Once he heard the words 'bad dream', he softened. Everything was okay. He knew it was, because even though it's unfortunate, nightmares were almost a daily occurrence with his daughter. From the trauma of his childhood, Dabi had aquired nightmares and night terrors of his own. Unfortunetly, his daughter picked up that trait. On a positive note, he knew how to deal with them more than Y/N did, so whenever this happened, he was the one to go to. Thank goodness the kid hadn't had any actual night terrors. Yet. Just bad dreams.

Rubbing his eyes to get the sleep out of them, he tiredly smiled and spoke. "You had a bad dream, huh?"

"Yeah. It was about you this time."

Dabi's smile faded. Most of the girl's nightmares where just simple things that kids fear, but the ones about him and Y/N were becoming more and more frequent. It was becoming concerning, but he just had to shrug it off. For her. He was still knew to this whole father thing, but one thing he did know was that you shouldn't' show worry in front of a kid, or they will start to worry. So he did just that. He blew off the worry in his mind for now and just had to focus on the kid.

"About me, huh?"

"Yeah! You had died in it."

"Is that why you're calling? Where you scared?"

"A little."

Y/N shouted from the background. "Don't let her lie! She woke up crying."

Dabi scoffed and smiled. "My poor kiddo..." he thought.

"You? Scared? I thought you weren't scared of anything, just like your daddy."

"I wasn't scawed! I am just like you daddy! Big and strong!"

His heart melted in a mix of good and bad feelings. He hoped she would grow up strong willed like him, but...not how he truly was deep down. All the trauma, all the pent up anger, all the troubles he has caused.

"Be strong like me, but kind like your mother."

"Okay daddy. I will!"

"Okay, baby. Can you hand the phone to mommy, please? I love you. Go back to bed and don't be scared. I'll be home soon, okay?"

"Okay daddy! I wub you!"

Dabi smiled. "Love you too, kiddo. Good night."

"Night daddy."

Shuffling noises were heard on the other end of the line. A different voice came on.

"I'm sorry to bother you while your working, babe. She wanted to talk to you and wouldn't take no as an answer."

"It's alright, doll. I wasn't busy right now anyways."

"Are you doing okay? Staying safe?"

"Yes, of course. You know that."

After a few more minutes of talking, Y/N said her goodbyes. She had to put the girl to sleep now and try to get some rest herself. Dabi said his goodbyes in return, saying I love you, and hung up his phone. He stood up from his resting position, and gathered up the strength to continue his work.

"Alright, back at it I suppose."

He lazily walked out of the alley

and back around the corner. He was met by a familiar face.

His boss, Shigaraki. His silver hair was long, down to the base of his neck, and he was wearing his trademark coat. They all had been working so much lately, that they didn't have the time to take care of themselves. Shigaraki specifically. His scratch marks were getting worse from his scratching due to stress. His hair was getting to long, because he didn't have the time to take care of it. Dabi knew better than to say anything though. Shigaraki had been on edge lately, and probably wouldn't hesitate to take care of Dabi's attitude in his own way.

"What are you doing here, dusty?"

Shigaraki scratched his neck a little, looking up at Dabi. "I followed you to make sure you were doing your tasks. You were the last stop before going back to the base. I've already checked on everyone else."

"Save the best for last, huh?"

"Whatever, patchwork. I couldn't help but over hear your conversation."

Dabi looked at him with tired eyes. "Oh yeah?"

"Do you miss them?"

"Well, duh. Of course I do." He changed his tune to a sarcastic one. "But you have to have these missions done, right?" It might have been the exhaustion talking, but damnit Dabi just wanted to go home. He missed his bed. The way the house smelled like candles because Y/N had an obsession with them. The way his little girl would run to him when he would walk in the door. He missed cuddling both of them in bed, as his daughter would drift to sleep watching tv. He missed it so much, he couldn't put it into words. He wanted to go home more than anything right now. But work had to be done.

As Dabi was in thought, his face contorted into distraught and exhaustion, and Shigaraki noticed. Maybe it was something in the weather this early morning, but he actually got a kind bone in his body.

"Go home, Dabi."

Dabi looked at him in shock. "But I'm not done-"

"I'm not gonna tell you again. Go home. I can tell your getting exhausted, and I don't need you passing out on me. I need you at your full potential. So go home and rest. Take as much time as you need." Shigaraki started to walk away. "I know you'll be back when your done resting so I'm not worried."

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Again, I am so sorry if this is bad. Also, I'm sorry for that ending. it's kinda shit, but I'm kinda afraid of writing more because I might ruin it. Anyways.... OTL;

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One year

a dreamsmp x reader where a young (y/n) wants to rebuild an old old kingdom before they have to be crowned to rule over their parents kingdom. with the help of their friends and a couple of servants, they hope to rebuild it all with out their parent knowing about it.

part one part 2 part 3

part 2/?

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The lovely @acidicvolt edited this!

this part is just traveling and fluff lmao. it'll pick up in the others <3

this series is so much fun to write, I'm really enjoying it

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It had reached midnight, the sun long gone and nearly everyone in the castle was asleep, except for three. Karl and Niki made their way to the teens room, which was at the opposite end of the castle.

"Are you sure the king’s asleep? They have been on edge as of late…” Niki said, walking alongside Karl. Karl nods, clutching the bag he always wore. 

“Yeah, checked and everything. He's out like a light.” 

Niki nods, sighing. “Thank god he sleeps on the other side of the castle. We'd be dead if he found out we were helping his kid like this.” 

Karl nods again, looking ahead at where they were going.

In the young teens room, everything was prepared for their expedition. They packed appropriate clothes to sneak around, fight and blend in with. They had food, tools/weapons, along with the letters, money, and the lmanburg page. They were ready and excited to embark on this adventure.

Niki quietly knocks on the door, opening it a crack. Seeing that (y/n) was alone, she walks in, followed by Karl who closes the door behind them. (y/n) sighed, thankful it wasnt Eret. 

“So, you know the plan?” they ask. 

Niki nods, holding onto her own bag. 

"Okay, I'm staying behind to tell the king you two went on a camping trip for the next year or so. Somewhere in the middle of the woods where he can't check in to see where you are." Karl says to the two of them. 

"Thank you again Karl for doing that. " (y/n) says, leading Niki to their window. "Niki, you know enough of the plan right?" They asked, grabbing the ladder they had in case they ever needed to escape. 

"Yeah. We're heading to Tommy’s castle first right?" She asked, watching as (y/n) opened their window. A soft breeze entered the room. 

"Yep! Then we'll try to find Tubbo. Ready?" (y/n) said, hooking the ladder to the window and throwing it out the castle, trying to not make a noise. 

(y/n) looked down. It wasn't too high up, but it was still a bit scary. They looked back at the two servants, nodding. “Karl, when we reach the ground, bring the ladder back up and close the window. I'll go first. Again, thank you Karl, see you in a year!” with that, (y/n) climbed out the window onto the ladder. the two servants nodded, Niki going over to the window, watching the teen start to climb down the wobbly ladder. 

Once (y/n) got far enough down, they waved their hand for Niki to go after them. Niki smiled over at Karl. “It was nice meeting you, Karl.” she said, making the brunette smile as well. “It was! See you in a year Niki! Take care.” she nodded, grabbing her bag, making sure nothing was left behind. Once she saw everything was in check, she went down, following her new friend.

“Man, I should've worn a thicker sweater.” Niki said, finally reaching the ground. “Yeah, I should've checked before we left. Too late now though.” (y/n) responds, watching as the ladder slowly shrank back up into their room. The two of them waved at Karl, who smiled back at them. “Alright, where to go first? We can't just go straight to the tundra.” Niki said, watching as (y/n) looked around. It was still pretty dark out, so they hoped it wouldn't turn a day before they even left the castle grounds. “Well we need to find some transportation for when we exit the forest. Cant be going thru town, it's too early for that.'' Niki nodded, looking over at the forest. “Got any torches?” (y/n) asked the pinkett. Niki nodded, shuffling into her bag, pulling out an unlit torch and lighter. “Yep, need one?” (y/n) shook their heads. “Only one of us needs one for now, well just gotta stay close together. Let's go, we can't stay here forever.” (y/n) says, chuckling softly. “Of course! Let's go!”

The two of them entered the forest close to the castle, leaving it behind. (y/n) had no regrets, they knew they needed this, even if eret forbid them. Niki was excited, she hadn't gone on an adventure since she was small, so it was a nice change of pace.

“Yknow (y/n), we’ve never actually met properly before this. Only in passing.” she said, stepping over a thick tree root. (y/n) followed, nearly tripping. “Really? I didn't notice. Though, i was held up in my room for awhile there.” they said, looking at all the trees that encased the two of them. No matter how many years go by, they still found nature to be beautiful. “Yeah, I did become one of the king's cooks when you were 16, not too long ago.” she said,pulling a branch up for (y/n) to walk past. “Oh thank you. What were you doing before then? Before you started working for my dad.” Niki thought for a second before answering. 

“Well, i was only 18 when he hired me, so i was doing what any kid did at that time. For a while I took up gardening, growing many types of flowers, though they all ended up dying after a while.” she said. (y/n) stopped, noticing the forest was ending. “i did gardening as well when i was young child. Made many flower crowns and such with them.” Niki gasped excitedly at this. “Maybe we can make flower crowns together!! I haven't done it in so long..” (y/n) smiled. ‘Of course we can! We have a whole year after all!” they laughed together, looking out at the forest in front of them. “God I hope your mom doesn't fire me when this is all over…” (y/n) looks over at Niki, giving her a reassuring smile. “Well good thing I'll be the ruler when we get back. You're not getting fired on my watch.” Niki smiled at this. “Thank you (y/n)...should we go now?” (y/n) nodded, looking ahead once more.

The two of them continue to walk, leaving the small forest behind. “Okay, we should be in a farm area. The houses are spaced out so no one should see us. Should take a half hour to an hour to get through. There should be a train station after that. It'll take us to the arctic kingdom." Niki nodded, grabbing some bread from her bag. "Bread?" (Y/n) shook their heads, declining. "I ate before we left. Thanks tho." 

They both walked through the field, the torches flame flickering as they walked. There were no monsters around, since there hadn't been any around the area in 100s of years. They were safe. 

Niki looked at some of the farmland, noticing they had to walk through some of it. (Y/n) noticed it as well. "How do we get through there? They'll notice someone was here in the morning." (Y/n) said, not completely knowing how to get by. "Got any ender pearls?"  

(y/n) thought for a second, looking in their bag for some. “Oh, looks like I do! Got a bag full of ‘em.'' They hand some to Niki, who throws it over the larger field, hoping to get over without touching the wheat. (y/n) followed, both of them successfully getting across the farm.

“I am so glad that worked.” (y/n) said, putting the pearls back in their bag. Niki nodded, sighing. “Is the trans station past those trees?” she asked, pointing towards the small strip of trees not too far ahead of them. “Yeah, behind there's the train station. An old friend of mine runs it. Lets go!” 

The two of them basically run across the field, not wanting to waste a second of their time. The sun would rise at any moment, and they really wanted to get out of town before it rose. 

They had reached the trees, their original torch being burnt out from all the running. Niki grabbed and lit another, the two of them heading into the small patch of trees to the train station.

The station wasn't too much to brag about, a boring old timey train station was all it was. There was no train in sight, making the (h/c) haired teen sigh. “Damnit, the train might not be here for another several hours.” they said, heading up to the platform. Niki followed, smiling slightly. “Could be worse. Not sure how much worse but it could be worse.” 

The two of them sat at a random bench in the area, looking at the map (y/n) had packed.

“So the kingdom is all the way over there, which is about 6 hours by foot. Taking the train would be around the same pass but we wouldn't be out in the open.” (y/n) says, pointing their finger along the route they need to take. “Is there a way to get there any faster?” (y/n) shrugged, looking over the map. “We could either go through the towns and such, or we could get some horses and get there that way. Wouldn't know how to get any of those, they're kinda rare in this area.'' Niki nodded, thinking for a second.

Both of their thoughts were cut off by someone's cheery voice. “Hello! It's been a long time, hasn't it (y/n)?” They looked over to see their old friend, Jack Manifold, approaching the two of them. (y/n) smiled, standing up and walking over to the said man. “Eyyyy Manifold! Good to see ya!” The two of them hug, separating soon after. (y/n) looked over at Niki. “Hey, have you met Niki?” Niki smiled, putting the map in her bag, standing up as well. “Indeed i have! To be fair, it was a brief interaction. “Nice to see ya, Niki.” 

She nodded. “Nice to see you too, Jack.” (y/n) smiled, looking back over at Jack.

"Jack, we need to get to the arctic kingdom, do you know when the trains coming back?" They asked the slightly smarter man. He nodded. "Won't be coming back till noon today. I'm just here because I forgot something." (Y/n) looked up at the sky. It was getting lighter out. They sighed, looking back down at Jack. "We can't wait that long. Know any other way to get out of town fast?" 

"Well, I could lend you my horse. Most of the time he just sits here and cry's." I looked at Niki, who seemed to be pleased with the offer. "Mind if we take him? We'll return him at some point obviously." Jack nodded, starting to go around the train station. "I'll be in the arctic kingdom a day or so from now, so you can return him then!" We follow Jack behind the station, where his horse sat tied up while eating some grass. 

"His name is thunder, good lad. Constantly sad tho." Jack unties the reins from the pole, handing them to Niki. "Say, what's your trip for anyway?"  Jack asked the two of them. (Y/n) answered. "We're going to see prince Tommy to recruit him to a project we're working on. Top secret stuff man." Jack nodded. "Seems fun. Might join you if I feel like it. Well, have fun you two." They nodded, Niki getting onto the horse and bringing him to the front of the station. "Oh, by the way. You can't tell anyone I was here, at least for the reason I am here. I know I've asked for a lot but if anyone asked, can you tell them I went camping somewhere in the woods?" 

Jack nodded, smiling at the teen. "It's fine, secret adventures are cool anyway. I'll keep your secret, now grab your stuff and have fun on your journey." They smiled, hugging the male. "Thanks Jack, I'll repay you eventually." They say while letting go of their friend. 

He nodded. "Anytime (y/n). Now go, Niki’s waiting." They nodded, running off to the front of the station. They spotted Niki on thunder, who held all our bags. I looked up at her. "You know how to ride a horse?" They asked, trying to get up onto the horse. Niki giggled, helping them up. "Yeah, I was taught when I was younger. Come on, gotta get out of here before the sun rises right?" (Y/n) smiled, latching onto Niki lightly, so as to not fall off. 

"Yeah, lets go!" They took off, running along the tracks. The sun rose as they went, turning the sky into a pinkish color. 

Niki slowed the horse down a bit, staring at the beautiful sky. "I love the sunrise…" (y/n) hummed in agreement, resting their head on Niki’s shoulder. 

"I haven't seen it in awhile. Always amazes me." Niki nodded, smiling softly. "Should we continue or just watch the sunrise?" (Y/n) chuckled, lifting their head off the woman's shoulder. "We should go. Maybe we could watch the sunrise tomorrow. 

Niki nodded, returning the horse to his original pace. 

They left towards a small path in the forest, leaving towards the arctic kingdom where they'll hopefully find the first person they need to reach. 

Hopefully.

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Random headcanons for Paladin Danse because I love him (based on these prompts by @/silentshayshores-2 !)

How do they feel about people shorter / taller than them?

Danse is used to being taller than basically anyone else due to being in power armour 24/7. He's also just very tall (I used to hc him as short but it seems like the general fandom consensus is Tall Danse) so he doesn't mind people shorter than him. Taller than him, however? Catch his fight-or-flight reflex kick in the second he realizes that. He has been trianed to fight people / creatures taller than him, so he's not scared or amything, but it's rare anything other than a supermutant or a deathclaw is taller than him. He'll warm up eventually.

Their sexuality?

Canonically he's multisexual and I agree with that. Demisexual bisexual with no real preference

Preferred weather?

Very sunny days, little to no clouds in the sky. He likes being able to see clearly and the heat never bothered him too much, especially not in compared to rain or snow.

What's their sleeping schedule?

In theory, 11pm to 5am. In reality? Probably more like 2am to 5am, the rest of the hours spent tinkering, reading, or just laying there in the dark staring at the ceiling. Out in the field he takes turns with whoever he's travelling with. Has fallen asleep in his power armour in the past. Scribe Haylen and knight Rhys have a silent agreement not to wake him up when he does

How's their cooking?

He knows cooking well on a survival level. Purifying water, scavenging, making sure food is safe to eat. He can make meals out of basically anything found in the wasteland, from mushrooms to bloatfly to questionable canned meat. He learned this even before he was taught in the Brotherhood, it was the only way he survived on his own for so long before moving to Rivet City. Cooking for taste? Not so much. He IS a fast learner, but he'll always put safety and preserving rations over taste factor, even when you have enough food to spare

What's their sleeping position?

When he's in a sleeping bag or sleeping around others: on his side, legs partially drawn and arm resting under his head/pillow. When he's alone he will fall asleep on his stomach, starfish spread out, probably drooling. Doesn't let anyone see him sleep like that, though.

Who do they go for comfort?

Cutler used to be his number one, and the person he confided most in. Since then, while he definitely has some friends, he's not close enough with anyone to talk to them. Even if he was, he feels as if he needs to be perfect in front of everyone to be seen as a good leader, meaning he'll rarely if ever open up. He's talked to Haylen a few times, but always apologizes after.

Something small that they enjoy?

Standing at the edge of the Prydwen, watching the sun rise. He always wakes up in time for it, and it reminds him of how far he's come, and how lucky he is to be in the Brotherhood

How do they feel about physical contact by others?

He's built high walls and is very closed off in general, making most close interactions with others somewhat awkward. Even things such as pats on the back or bumping into others on the hallways stopped being common since he was ranked to Paladin. Did I mention that he's been a Paladin for ten years? Danse is too touch-starved to know what to do, and ends up silently pushing others away with his awkwardness around the whole thing. He refuses to let himself lean into most gentle touches out of fear of letting his guard down and being seen as weak (see: who do they go for comfort) but if you manage to break down those walls and give him a real, warm hug? Expect him to burst into tears immediately

What is enough to bring them to tears?

See: above. Also, the crushing guilt of feeling as though he failed his team. He'd never dare cry in front of others but in the rare times he's sure he's alone and won't be disturbed he'll let it out, blaming himself and probably getting drunk. Other than that, he has a soft spot for orphans and got teary-eyed reuniting Billy with his parents during the Kid in a Fridge quest

Biggest pet peeve?

Rude people, especially people who talk over him during a conversation. He expects to be listened to when giving orders, so somebody shutting him up by talking over him or blatantly ignoring him in a conversation is a big sign of disrespect.

How well do they take care of themselves?

He never got the chance to have good hygiene until he got to the Brotherhood, meaning while he's completely fine with getting dirty / being unable to get clean / etc., he deeply appreciates personal hygiene when available. Showering, brushing, flossing, sometimes even moisturizing and going all-out. When it comes to mental health or self-care? Not so much. He has a habit of putting other peoples needs above his own, and especially after blind betrayal he becomes a little bit too self-destructive for his own good. He'll easily exhaust himself attempting to prove his own worth via working for hours on end, ignoring sleep, food, and even water until someone steps in and stops him

What's something they like that may be surprising to others?

He really likes children! The easygoing ones are always nice to be around and the closed off / mean ones are a challenge to win their trust. He has a soft spot for most children (especially squires) and is often caught showing them his armour / weapons, or even giving them piggy back rides when he thinks nobody is looking (we all see you, Danse)

Do they consider others family?

The closest thing he's ever had to a family is the Brotherhood, but that's mainly formality rather than actual family. He's been through so much with Recon Team Gladius that he might as well consider them family, but deep down he truly doesn't know what family means. He has nothing to base it off of, and thus he really doesn't consider anyone family.

Any bad habits that they have?

He smokes, but only rarely, and never as a social act. It keeps his hands busy and his mind quiet when he starts to overthink. He also has a habit of giving people the silent treatment when he's mad at them. He'll still do any work he has to do with them, but his conversations will be even more formal (and awkward) than before, and at any slight mention of their arguement he will find an excuse to leave. Give him enough time and he'll muster up the courage to apologize, but it's tiring to wait until then

What's their idea of a perfect vacation?

Danse generally doesn't like regular vacations, since he doesn't like being away from work for that long. Taking the Saturday off to go fishing or something is probably the closest he'll get to a proper vacation, and the most enjoyable for him

Do they get lost easily? Will they ask for directions if they are?

Danse's sense of direction is... alright. Not notably bad, but not amazing. He is good at not acting like he's lost, however. He'll keep calm and collected the entire time and act like he totally meant to take that three day detour in the wrong direction, totally. He will ask civilians for directions when he gets lost, but judges their character harshly before deciding whether he trusts their word.

How well do they accept advice?

Danse doesn't like being criticized, especially by people he's not close to. He's big on standing by all his orders, so comments on his choices make him think the person commenting is questioning his leadership. When it comes to friends or close teammates, he ends up either taking criticism way too harshly, or doing what he does with most comments and ignores it. He'd much rather learn from his mistakes than be called out

How much do they swear?

He isn't particularly against swearing, but it depends on the circumstances. He'll swear often in general (usually terms like "(god)damnit" or "what the hell") but very rarely swears while directing at a person, either talking to them or about them. He'll only curse someone out if he's really angry. He's very lenient on letting others swear

Is there anything they're bad at?

Other than holding a casual conversation? He's fairly bad at anything that takes fine motor skills. He's tried picking up hobbies like drawing or knitting, but he doesn't like working on such a small scale. Also has absolutely horrible handwriting, mostly due to not learning how to read until he was at least a teenager, but that doesn't help his case

What's their morning schedule?

He has a good internal clock that wakes him up early every morning. If he's on the Prydwen he'll exercise, shower, brush his teeth, shave, whatever, and go eat breakfast. If he's on a mission he'll usually skip exercising and clean himself as best as he can and check over his supplies, power armour, and their plan for the day. He likes having the mornings to himself

Any past injuries?

He has plenty of injuries and scars across his entire body. Most notably his eyebrow scar was from a fight with raiders alongside Cutler, several months before they joined the Brotherhood. Cutler was the one who gave him stitches. He has a gunshot wound in his shoulder, deep scars on his thigh from a Yao Guai and permanently messed up knuckles from punching things (people, or inanimate objects). His injuries become fewer and farther between the more he uses his power armour, but that doesn't protect him from everything.

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