#he started having a panic attack when they arrived and everything was very loud and bright suddenly

[harunayuuka2060]

Twst Unveil Event Part 2

*In the Mirror Chamber*

*Yuurin, Jack, Ruggie, Malleus, Silver, Sebek, Rook, Epel, Floyd, and Jade are already there.*

Malleus: Seems that everyone is here.

Sebek: It's a pleasure for us to be in a trip with you, Waka-sama!

Malleus: Yes. Thanks to Yuurin who graciously invited me.

Yuurin: Don't mention it, Malleus-senpai.

Ruggie: Um, Rook? Is that a camera?

Rook: Oui!

Jack: Why?

Rook: To take photos of Monsieur Tranquille, of course!

Ruggie: ...

Ruggie: No, Rook. That's our job.

Jack: Yes. We need to update Leona-senpai every hour.

Epel: When did Leona-senpai become such a worrywart?

Floyd: Ne~ Ne~ Damselfish~ Are we going to have a sleepover~?

Yuurin: Yes. I believe so.

Floyd: You can share a bed with me and Jade~. You'll be our pillow~.

Silver: You can't.

Floyd: Eh~ Why not~?

Jade: Is there a problem, Silver?

Silver: Yuurin needs a good night's rest.

Jade: Ah, now that makes sense. *chuckles*

Floyd: Eh~? But I sleep like a baby lamb~.

Them except Yuurin: We all know that's a lie.

Yuurin: It's time for us to go.

Yuurin: We have arrived.

*The fresh breeze immediately welcomes them.*

Them: *sigh in contentment*

Jade: I like this place. *chuckles*

Silver: It feels like a good place to sleep in...

Sebek: Silver! Don't fall asleep!

Yuurin: I'm glad you find the place relaxing.

Yuurin: Though it's good while it lasts.

Jack: Hm? What do you mean by that, Yuurin?

Yuurin: Here she comes.

*The ground started shaking*

Epel: Eh— Are we having an earthquake?!

Yuurin: No.

"YUURIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Them: Huh?

*A giant buff woman comes charging at them; or more likely towards Yuurin.*

Yuurin: Good morning, Philomela.

Them: That's... PHILOMELA?!!

Ruggie: Yuurin! Move aside!

Philomela: YUUURIN! *sweeps her off her feet and gives her a big, tight hug*

Philomela: Oh look at you!

Yuurin: How are you, Philomela?

Philomela: I am doing GREAT! *laughs*

Them: ...

Philomela: Oh. And these are your schoolmates, no?

Philomela: They look promising!

Them: *all of them smiles*

Yuurin: Philomela, can you put me down?

Philomela: Ah, yes, yes. Of course.

Floyd: Wow. She's as huge as a whale.

Epel: What the— Why would you say that?!

Philomela: A WHALE?!

Philomela: Did you hear that, Yuurin? He called me a whale!

Yuurin: Yes. I heard it loud and clear, Philomela.

Silver: She looks happy. Was that a compliment?

Yuurin: Yes. The best one at that.

The others: Oh...

Ruggie: *mutters* Wow. If it were in any other places...

Jack: *mutters too* You would have been slapped.

Philomela: Have a tour of the place while I assist the other schools.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: Didn't you say no one wanted to participate?

Philomela: Well, after making an announcement that Night Raven College will join, different schools have shown their interests.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: I see. In that case, we will see you later.

Philomela: *takes her leave*

Floyd: So~ What should we do now~?

Malleus: I want to hear the beliefs and culture of this place.

Yuurin: There are tons of them.

Rook: Can you give us an example?

Yuurin: Hmm...

Yuurin: If you happen to lock eyes with an animal and it starts to approach you, run.

Epel: Huh? But why?

Jack: Is it because it's attacking you?

Yuurin: No. It means a god has taken a liking on you.

Them: ...

Rook: And why is that a problem, Monsieur Tranquille?

Yuurin: Kingdom of Heroes have records of wars and long-time disputes just for this very reason.

Ruggie: Yikes.

Floyd: Oh...

Floyd: There's a bald eagle staring at Guppy right now.

Epel: ...

Malleus: You are being liked by a god.

Yuurin: Oh. A bald eagle.

Yuurin: That's not good.

Epel: *panic noises*

*Later, Yuurin has to convince Epel that it was only a myth to stop him from crying*

Leona: How is everything there?

Yuurin: Not a problem so far.

Leona: Good. That's all I have to say. I'll hang up now. *ends the call*

Ruggie and Jack: ...

Ruggie: In 3... 2... 1...

Ruggie: *Leona is calling him*

Ruggie: *answers*

Leona: No sleeping in the same bed.

Ruggie: Yes, boss. Copy. *then Leona hangs up*

Jack: Aren't we sharing beds already?

Ruggie: Shh. You're going to attract the strict brother energy, Jack.

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[jynxpsiche]

Finally home

💌. Summary: Hobie has been occupied with different missions and he has stayed away from you for a long time…

or

…when Hobie returns home to you.

💌. Warning: female reader, slight violence, mention of a panic attack, angst and then fluff, grammar errors. English is not my first language! I don’t know many British slangs!

It had been a long time since she had seen Hobie. Almost a week without him. He had been summoned by Miguel for a fairly complicated mission but fortunately one that he and the others could surely solve. Or so Miguel said.

But they were still not back. And Hobie was still with them. They had been gone for too long and she was starting to worry seriously.

(Y/n) knew perfectly well that the boy was able to defend himself thanks to his spider senses and powers, but that did not mean that he could not be injured.

And the worst part could have been him being injured and all alone. No one there to take care of him.

When she thought about that she only worried more, her heart started to beat faster, her anxiety increasing bit by bit, her hands getting really sweaty.

Her mind was getting dizzy, like a thick fog blurring all her thoughts and worries, and that alerted the girl more. Her not being able to being in control even of herself was only making things worse. She had to remain calm, but she couldn't when the only person chasing away all her worries was who knows where doing who knows what.

A shuddering breath left her lips, now as pale as her face. Her eyes were closed tightly, her forehead beaded with cold sweat and her chest was always moving.

Her breathing was laboured, too hurried and frantic. Her hand on her chest felt her heart beat irregularly, without precise coordination with her breathing.

Too many thoughts were piling up in her mind, too clouded by panic and anxiety to really care about them. Her eyes moved in different directions from behind her eyelids, as if she was following something invisible with her gaze covered.

Then suddenly everything ceased. The incessant noise in her ears, the tearing thoughts, the movement of her eyes behind her eyelids, the sweating, the laboured breathing, the irregular heartbeat.

Everything stopped. Her eyes remained closed and her ears perceived a different noise from the one that had reigned in the house for almost a week.

It was a very faint noise, as if something was opening in the air. Something very thin and very light, almost imperceptible.

A loud thud echoed across the floor. (Y/n)’s bare feet felt it clearly. Slowly her eyelids opened and her eyes adjusted to the atmosphere of the room.

With a staggering but light step, the girl crossed the flat until she reached the living room, which was covered in immense darkness. Not even the moonbeams could penetrate that darkness.

But her eyes, once accustomed to the atmosphere, could make out a figure. Someone was in her living room.

Her breath caught in her throat and unconsciously her trembling hand covered her mouth, to avoid attracting the stranger's attention.

Where the fuck was Hobie when he was needed?

The figure remained motionless in the centre of the living room, only a faint wheeze echoed in the room. But still no movement from it, no sound.

But even as the girl remained as still and silent as possible, the figure turned around in the darkness, initially appearing disoriented but then with slow steps began to approach the girl.

A terrified look appeared on her face. Involuntarily she took a step backwards, hitting a chair and making noise.

“I-I don’t know who you are o-or what do you w-want!” She stuttered out terrified, her hands stretched out in front of her as a form of defence.

“P-please…leave me alone!” It was becoming hard for her to breath, her heart thumping so loudly that even the sound arrived in her ears. Tears formed into her eyes.

The figure, hearing the girl's tone of voice, suddenly stopped, a deep choked sound escaped its lips but it ceased immediately.

Afterwards it coughed slightly. "’s me, love...'s me." A familiar male voice mumbled out loud enough for her to recognise the voice.

Another chocked cry left her lips, tears now rolling down her pale cheeks. The male with a groan crouched near her, his knees hitting the ground and slowly he dragged his figure closer to the female’s trembling one.

Big and warm hands gently cupped her face, his thumbs tried to dry the salty tears as best as he could.

Even if it was dark, her blurry vision caught Hobie’s appearance. His suit was ruined and ripped in certain spots. Dry blood also perfectly visible.

His face showed tiredness and fatigue, however his eyes conveyed softness, love but also slight regret. The regret of leaving her there alone for too long, making her worry.

“‘M sorry love, so so sorry. Shouldn’t have left you alone for so long.” He mumbled in caring tone, comforting her and lovingly caressing her face.

“H-Hobie…” she hiccuped, tears still rolling down her face and devastation written all over her face. She really got scared and already thought the worst.

But her lover’s touch immediately calmed her down, now her body just occasionally twitching and her breath still quite heavy.

Lazily, Hobie shook his head, his eyes manifesting all the guilt he was feeling. It was his fault if she had been alone for so long.

When Miguel recruited him and the others for a mission he thought it wasn’t going to be something so complicated. On the contrary, one of those easy mission he usually assigned to them. Because for Miguel they were just alborotadores. [troublemakers.]

A weak groan left his lips when suddenly he was met with (Y/n)’s crushing embrace, wanting to show him how much she had missed him. Even if he already knew that.

Softly Hobie pecked her head, his arms now wrapping around her smaller figure. “‘M so sorry love…I had to be quicker…” he mumbled quietly, his soul still heavy with regret.

He should have finished that damned mission faster and come home to her.

“You don’ deserve to be treated like this. Darling, you deserve more, so much more.”

The hero was expressing his deepest insecurities to her. He always thought that she only was worthy of someone who could shower her with love, not worry her constantly and always be there for her.

And Hobie knew that he couldn’t always fulfill these requests, only because he had different dimensions to take care of.

But for him, his main priority would always be (Y/n).

His train of thoughts had been interrupted by a little movement coming from the girl in his arms. She was slowly shaking her head in denial.

“…no…” she murmured lowly “…I don’t deserve anyone else…’cause you’re the only one I truly want…” her big glossy eyes were looking up at him.

“I only want to be with you ‘cause you’re the only one who can shower me with infinite love, who will always be here for me when I need and who can comfort me like a pro.”

Her voice was quite raspy but still music for his ears, and those words made his heart melt completely.

He surely didn’t deserve her.

A heartily chuckle left his lips, his face now more relaxed. “Love you s’much, love.” He murmured, pecking lovingly at her lips.

She pecked him back, a small grin on her lips. “I love you more, Hobie.”

— bonus !

“Love, y’know I can tend my wounds…” Hovie hissed breathily when the cotton pad was placed on a rather big cut on his arm.

“Shut the fuck up and let me be the good and caring girlfriend I am.” (Y/n) barked back in a second, her attentive gaze never leaving the injury.

At her words, his chest trembled with a loud laugh.

“My bad. I forget you’re also ma personal nurse.” A teasing smirk was plastered on his face.

In response she simply stuck her tongue out at him.

“Then I also think I need a special treatment, right doc?”

“I’m going to hurt you more Hobie. You better shut your trap.”

The smirk widened. He leaned his face closer to her ear.

“Make me.”

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[violetrainbow412-blog]

Day 14: locked in/trapped

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“Stop the door!” you shouted, running down the hallway towards the elevator. Spencer, who heard you immediately, put his hand between the doors to make the sensor stop.

Once inside you exhaled agitatedly, while you thanked him, putting a hand on your chest to catch your breath.

“Didn't your alarm go off?”

“It did, but honestly the sheets were so comfortable that I just ignored it,” you replied, with a guilty smile.

You two knew each other from a couple of parties in common between the FBI units, but since you worked for the cybercrimes unit it was common to see you in García's office to ask her for a favor and then Spencer came to bump into you in the hallway a few times. He thought of you as a nice girl and you thought the same of him. Not that he was a pretty girl, of course, but a kind man.

“Maybe coffee can solve it, it always helps me”

“Running here woke me up enough, but I appreciate the advice,” you smiled, watching him from the side, and admiring his perfectly messy hair.

You were silent for a while, long enough for your heart rate to slow down and you were able to stand upright again, regaining your composure even with rosy cheeks and a thin sheen of sweat from the effort.

“How is all the work going?”

Your floor was higher up in the building so he would be the first one down, but it still gave you some time to chat, and just as you were about to answer a loud noise interrupted you, the lights flicker until they go out and everything around you shakes. The elevator had stopped.

“Shit, shit, shit…” you screeched, your back pressed against the elevator wall. He leaned next to you and tried to stay calm, breathing heavily and looking everywhere for a sign of danger. “The door, try to open it.”

"No! Press the… the button, press it,” he stammered, pointing to the red-lit circle on the dashboard. You heeded his instruction and then returned to your place, sliding over the wall slowly so you could sit on the floor.

You weren't claustrophobic or anything, but you had already gone at least five floors and the thought of the elevator collapsing wasn't very encouraging. Spencer had gotten stuck once before and the problem had been resolved in a couple of seconds, so he tried to hold on to the idea that this time it would be the same. However, just like that time, the statistic appeared in his mind: six elevator-related deaths per year and 10,000 injuries that require hospitalization.

“Do you think it's a power failure in the building?” you asked in a whisper, as if you were afraid that speaking too loudly would make you two fall.

“It's probably that or else the lights wouldn't have gone out. Or it could also be due to an earthquake, which would be even worse."

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” you complained, looking at your partner with an expression of disbelief and fear.

"I'm sorry. When I get nervous I start imagining the worst scenarios.”

His repentant smile was enough for you to forgive his demotivating contributions and then the two of you fell silent. It had only been a few minutes since you had activated the alarm so you assumed that security would arrive soon, so the only thing you could do was wait patiently.

Time passed slowly and little by little the panic diminished, until only the two of you were left waiting for someone to open the doors to get you out of there. You had your knees drawn up and hugged yourself, with the cold metal of the wall freezing your back.

“Can the air run out?”

“No, the ventilation system works all the time. Relax,” he murmured kindly, as he reached out to squeeze your arm “I'll set the alarm again, maybe now they'll hear us, okay?”

Spencer barely finished saying this when, in the distance, you heard something that sounded like a gunshot and then the two of you jumped into each other's arms as an unconscious act. Was someone attacking the offices? What the hell was happening?

Your partner's arms, although thin, felt firm and safe, so you clung closer to him. Both of you were scared, but you were a little more than him due to your inexperience in the field and Spencer felt like he should be the one to take care of you. One hand let go of you to go to his belt and look for his gun, ready to shoot whatever threatened you.

You were startled again when the power returned and with a jolt the elevator started up again, climbing the few remaining floors to reach the BAU floor. When the doors opened you rushed outside, still half-embracing, and met several of the man's companions.

“Reid? Are you okay?"

“We heard a gunshot,” he said hurriedly, while looking around for any threat. You were shaking a little and your companion noticed that.

"A shot?" Morgan asked, obviously worried about the two of you. “That can't be. "It was probably something else."

“It was a gunshot,” intervened Aaron, who had just hung up the phone. “One of the first-time agents on the floors below got nervous and fired by accident, but luckily no one was hurt”

Having said that, you let out a sigh and began to breathe normally, calm that everything had been a misunderstanding and that you hadn’t died from an accident.

“I should have stayed in bed at home,” you said quietly, so that only he could hear you, and the man started to laugh, a little from the relief of having gotten out of the situation and a little from your joke.

“You still have some floors to go”

“Oh yeah, I'll use the stairs. I think from today I will, I won't get on that infernal machine again” you continued and he shook his head, amused by everything you were saying “It wasn't a pleasure getting stuck with you, Dr. Reid. See you another day?"

"Sure. Good luck”

"Same to you"

“Eat something sweet, that will help with the scare” he recommended and you nodded with a smile, waving goodbye to everyone and crossing the hallway that led to the stairs.

Of course your knees couldn't handle the promise of never using the elevator again, but every time you were lucky enough to share it with Spencer you would look at each other knowingly and laugh, remembering the fateful incident with amusement.

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[skzddicted]

hi, hope you're doing well 💗 can you write a Felix scenario, with the reader who has anxiety and has a panic attack, very comfy and fluff ❤️

hiii, first i wanna apologize for taking so long to get to writing this i had a lot going on and barely had energy to write i’m really sorry!! i hope u enjoy this and it makes up for the time it took :))

Safe

lee felix x gn!reader (estalished relationhip)

genre: angst, fluff, comfort

summary: trying to ignore your anxiety to go to a very crowded place wasn’t your smartest idea, but lixie is always there to keep you safe :)

warnings: anxiety, reader has a panic attack, use of petnames like a lot (baby, angel, love, my love)

wc: 811 (binnie hehe)

please rb if you enjoyed!!

why today? why was it today, out of all days , that your anxiety chose to keep you on edge ever since you woke up? 

you looked up at felix who was still sleeping peacefully with his arms wrapped loosely around you. he was so excited to go shopping with you at that new mall today, you can’t let your anxiety get in the way and ruin this for him now. you just needed to deal with it for today. it’s not like it was the first time, and you were going to have felix by your side the whole day so it couldn’t be that bad,...right?

wrong. you were so very wrong.

after you had woken up earlier you carefully peeled yourself from felix’ grip and got up to make yourself some chamomile tea. since it’s supposed to be good for calming down, you thought it might help you a bit. 

and maybe it did, but the effect was very light and barely lasted, because the next thing you knew you were trying to control your trembling hand being barely able to focus on anything your hyperactive boyfriend was saying while being squished by the huge crowd you were in. 

“hey, you okay?” felix asked, grabbing your hand, bringing you back to reality a bit. 

“huh, yeah, i”m fine.” you nodded smiling at him. but felix wasn’t convinced just yet.

“are you sure?” he questioned again. “yes lix, i’m okay. let’s go find that shop you wanted to go see, yeah?’ 

with your reassurance, felix went back to being excited like a little kid in a candy shop. you were glad he was having a good time, even if it was a bit harder for you at the time.

-

even after walking around for a while, the amount of people didn’t go down and you were still occasionally getting pushed around by strangers here and there, but what had fully triggered your panic attack was the realization that your boyfriend wasn’t next to you anymore.

your mind completely fogged up as you started shaking and your breathing became ragged. everything was too loud and everyone way too close. it felt like you were being suffocated and breathing was becoming harder by the second.

you started frantically looking around for felix. as you couldn’t seem to spot him, you panically called out his name, not realizing how barely audible your voice was.

but it didn't matter.

felix wasn’t far, you had just failed to find him in your panicked state.he had heard you instantly and before you knew it he was right in front of you cupping your cheeks, his eyes filled with worry.

“baby, what’s wrong? are you okay?”

you eyes filled with tears as you shook your head in response.

“let’s get out of here, okay?” he wrapped an arm protectively around your shoulder as he led you both to the exit and then to the car.

once you were both seated in the car he took both of your hands, trying to loosen the fists you had unconsciously balled them into, nails that dug into your palm leaving marks.

“deep breaths, love. can you do that for me?” felix said softly as his thumbs stroked your hands. you tried to do as he asked, breaths still shaky, but definitely better than before.

“good, you’re doing so well.”

when felix saw you calm down a bit, he let go of one of your hands, starting the car with his now free hand. the car ride was silent, save a couple sniffles here and there from your side. felix’ hand only left yours once you arrived home and were getting out of the car, and even then he was rushing back to your side to grab it again. 

“i’m sorry, lix” you said, breaking the silence as you stepped through your front door.

“there’s nothing to be sorry for, angel” felix replied, pulling you into his embrace 

“i ruined our date,” you sniffled, tears welling up in your eyes again.

 “you didn’t ruin anything, my love. your health is my first priority, nothing is more important than you,” he pulled away a little to look you in the eyes “ and you know, it’s not like the mall’s gonna run away, we can always go back when you feel better.” he flashed his warm smile, that makes your every worry disappear, at you.

“now, how about we change and go watch a movie or take a nap?”, “or do you wanna eat something first?” 

you shook your head no,

“just want to be close to you” you mumbled as you nuzzled your face into his chest. felix couldn’t help the fond smile tugging at his lips. “anything for you, love.”

the rest of the day was spent sleeping in your boyfriend's arms, feeling calm and, most importantly, safe.

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[6rookie-writer0110]

I still don't understand about love

Olivia Rodrigo x Male Reader.

Request - The reader has Asperger syndrome and when he has an attack Olivia's voice calms him down, so when Olivia goes to give a concert in his city the reader wants to attend even though the crowds make him nervous, the concert goes smoothly, the reader is very happy and goes to where the meet and greet is going to be, the reader is already nervous there but when Olivia approaches the reader they get along very well and connect, Olivia realizes that the reader is different and wants to know him more, so Olivia tells the reader that if he can wait for her, once they are alone they talk and begin to know each other.

•

I don't have Asperger's syndrome or know anyone personally who has it. I did my research to understand it better. But I hope it came out right in the story.

Earlier in the day, you had an attack and to calm down you put on your headphones. You are on your phone and you go on YouTube, you type in Olivia Rodrigo and you start to watch her music video. Her voice starts to calm you down and you like everything about her. After watching that video, then you watch another video of her. Your mother knocks on the door and walks in, then you take off your headphones.

“Y/n, I got this for you. It's a late birthday gift” She said.

She gives you the envelope and you start to open it. You take out the tickets and you start to read it over and over.

“Is this a mistake?” You asked.

She smiled and she shook her head.

“No, it's not a mistake. I know how much you like her music and it calms you down. I bought the tickets and VIP passes months ago, but the post office took a long time to deliver them.

“I don't know what to say,” You said.

“The show is tomorrow. I know loud noises bother you, but I know you will have a good time” She said.

“Thank you,” You said.

She smiled then she left your bedroom, she went to cook dinner. You stare at the tickets for a while then you start to think about what to wear. Now, you start to think if she should sign your CD or poster or both.

——-

The night of the concert your mom went with you. You slightly feel a panic attack but it starts to go away. With the VIP passes, you have to go in early to meet her. There is a line and everyone goes into the room to meet her. People that are ahead of you quickly went up to Olivia. Everyone is smiling and taking pictures with her. Olivia starts to sign posters and CDs then she takes more pictures with the fans. Slowly she starts to walk toward you but you don't stare at her eyes. You are starting to feel even more nervous, and you bite your bottom lip.

“Hi, I'm Olivia. Do you want me to sign your CD or poster?” Olivia said.

You don't say anything at first and she waits for you to say something. She thinks you are cute.

“After the show, I could meet with you again if that's okay,” Olivia said.

“Yes,” You said.

You look at her for two seconds then look away, then you look away.

“Okay, I will meet you after the show” Olivia smiled.

—

You and your mom go to watch the show. You are enjoying the show and you sing along to the song, in your head.

After the show, you did go backstage and you waited for her on the couch. She arrived ten minutes later and she started to smile at you. You look at her for a few seconds then you look away.

“You don't have to be nervous,” Olivia said.

You nod

“I have Asperger,” You said.

“I don't know what is it,” Olivia said.

“A lot of people don't know what it is,” You said.

You are avoiding her look but she is still smiling.

“I first saw you was in High School Musical: The Musical. I like listening to you sing” You said.

“Thank you for liking my music it means a lot to me” Olivia smiled.

You nod and you can't help to smile. Olivia asked for your phone number and you are freaking out but you don't show it.

This can't be real. Wow, Olivia Rodrigo wants my phone number.

“Why?” You asked.

“I want to get to know you, Y/n but only if you let me,” Olivia said.

“Okay,” You said.

She grabbed her cell phone and gave it to you. You type in your phone number and name. You are still freaking out about it and your heart starts to race. She sent you a text and you saved her phone number.

“You can text me anytime you want and it can be about anything. I have to go to another city in a little bit, but I hope we can get to know each other” Olivia said.

“Mhmm,” You said.

✫ ✯ ✬ ✫

2 Months Later… You always text Olivia about your day and text how you feel throughout the day etc. She does the samething with you, she told you about new projects she is doing. You know her favorite movies and favorite food. And she knows about your dislikes and how to calm you down when you have a panic attack.

Olivia has searched online what is Asperger's syndrome. She read many articles and watched videos about the topic. But you and Olivia got to know each other a lot through texting. Olivia caught feelings for you and she wants to tell you but not through texting.

Olivia- I had to do interviews today. Did you eat your lunch?

You- yes and no. They didn't cook the chicken correctly. I like your new album

Olivia - I'm happy that you like it ☺️😘

Olivia called you on FaceTime time and you answered the call…

“Y/n, in the past two months, I got to know you better. And I like you a lot and I want us to be more than friends. If you don't feel the same way, I understand” Olivia said.

You ended the call and you are processing what she said. Olivia is confused as to why you ended the call. You start to breathe a little too hard and you feel your heart racing.

“Did I hear that, right? She wants to be my girlfriend” You said to yourself.

You start to walk back and forth in your bedroom. Again, you started to talk to yourself.

“She likes me” You smiled.

You called Olivia and she answered the call.

“Sorry, I did that. I was in shock, that someone like you likes me” You said.

“Oh, that's why you hung up on me. Do you like me?” Olivia said.

“I like you a lot. But I don't understand about love or feelings in a relationship. I-I never had a girlfriend before. When I tell someone I have Asperger's syndrome, everything changes” You said.

“That doesn't change how I feel about you. I did my research on Asperger's syndrome, so I can understand better” Olivia said.

“I want to be your boyfriend,” You said.

“It’s official, we are boyfriend and girlfriend,” Olivia said.

“Yeah,” You smiled.

——

Olivia has a few days off, but she wants to spend time with you. You are home getting ready for your first date and your mom is happy for you. You are feeling nervous and you hope she won't change her mind, about being your girlfriend. Olivia went to pick you up and she is smiling at you.

“You look beautiful. I-I got flowers for you. They said girls like flowers and the flowers are fresh, my mom made sure” You said.

“Thank you for the flowers, they are beautiful. I rented a private restaurant for us” Olivia said.

Olivia thought it would be a good idea, to have fewer people and paparazzi around you and her. She doesn't want you to feel overwhelmed and have a panic attack.

“I’m ready to leave,” You said.

“Let’s go” Olivia smiled.

Olivia took you to a small nice restaurant. She sits across from you and you admire her beauty. You are feeling emotions that you never felt before. It took you a while to figure out what you wanted to eat, but she didn't rush you to order. You like that she didn't rush you to order something fast or something you don't like to eat.

“Y/n, I'm going to Grammys this weekend. Do you want to go with me?” Olivia said.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yes, I want to go with you. But it could be overwhelmed you and you might get a panic attack. But I will be there for you and I won't leave your side. I don't want to pressure you to go if you don't want to go” Olivia said.

“I will go with you, Olivia,” You said.

Your hand is on the table and she gently touches your hand. You like her touch, it's soft and it calms you down. You were feeling nervous but she made you feel stuff, that you never experienced but you liked it.

You and Olivia ordered the food. While waiting, she talks about the color dress she will wear for the Grammys. Then she asked about your new hobby.

After dinner, you went to see a movie with her. During the movie, you did something bold you held her hand. After a few seconds, you loved your hand away.

“We can hold hands” Olivia whispered.

You nod. Twenty seconds later, you hold her hand and she doesn't move her hand away. You can't believe that she is letting you hold her hand.

✫ ✯ ✬ ✫

The night of the Grammys… Olivia picked you up in a limousine and you can't stop staring at your girlfriend.

“Y/n, you look very handsome,” Olivia said.

She kissed your cheek.

“You are beautiful and I like your smile,” You said.

She blushed and she smiled again. You follow Olivia to the limo and it's huge. On the way to the Grammys, she noticed that you were starting to have a small panic attack.

“Baby, it's okay I'm here,” Olivia said.

She moved closer toward you and you are breathing hard. The limo arrived at the Grammys but you are hesitating to get out of the limo. She gently touches your cheek and she starts to sing and it's helping you calm down.

“I love you, Y/n I really mean that” Olivia said.

“I-I… I don't know what love is” You said.

“I know. You don't have to say it back right now, say it when you are ready” Olivia said.

“I’m sorry I didn't mean to ruin your night” You said.

“You didn't ruin anything, I mean it. Can I kiss you?” Olivia said.

You don't say anything and she will be your first kiss. You lean and kiss her on the lips and she kissed you back, then she smiled.

“I have strong feelings for you, Olivia” You said.

“I feel the same way” Olivia said.

She kissed you again. She told her assistant to take you to the back door, to avoid the paparazzi. But Olivia had to take pictures and do short interviews, but you wait inside for her.

——

Since the night of the Grammys, you and Olivia are still going strong. When she has time off, she will go see you. But you and Olivia still text a lot when she is traveling for work. Olivia doesn't mention your name in the interviews, because she wants the relationship to be private. She doesn't want your mental health to become bad when paparazzi start following you everywhere.

#Olivia Rodrigo x male reader #olivia rodrigo x reader #x male reader #male!reader #male reader #Olivia Rodrigo imagine #male reader imagine

[forggywrites]

Hello! Can i request headcandons of Miguel, hobie and prowler miles with a gn reader who basically has a personality and background of yui komori? That is a very gentle and shy person who sees good in everyoboy and has post traumatic stress disorder because of being victim of kidnapping in the past and reader has the paranoia that the kidnappers would find them, just angst with extra comfort.

Its okay if you don't want to make this request! I know is a little too shady

Alright so I don’t know anything about the character you mentioned so sorry if the reader is a little different.

Also I don’t currently feel comfortable writing for earth 42 Miles as I don’t feel like I know enough about him to write him well, but I’m glad to write for 1610 Miles and pretty much any other character from the Spiderverse movies!

Miguel and Hobie x shy GN reader with ptsd headcanons

Btw I don’t know Spanish, only a tiny bit of Italian so I’m not putting in a lot of non English.

CW: descriptions of panic attacks, trauma, kidnapping, threats, hugs? Miguel thinks you’re gonna hurt yourself, implied violence.

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Miguel

The two of you first met while he was on patrol, you had been sitting on the side of a building and he was concerned you were planning on hurting yourself.

While that wasn’t a plan you had in mind, you still spoke to the masked man, albeit very carefully.

Even though you were shy, you warmed up to Spider-Man very quickly.

It became a habit of his to meet you on the same rooftop and talk about your days.

While he found your habits slightly odd, he never mentioned anything as to not make you uncomfortable.

That was, until one day he arrived and you were having a full blown panic attack.

“Hey, what’s going on? Did someone hurt you?” He felt anger fill him as he watched you cry.

But your words were unintelligible, you were hyperventilating, all he could make out between sobs was “they’re coming back for me.” And “I can’t go back”

He carefully approached you, trying not to set you off even more. You were so out of it you barely noticed his arms wrap around you.

“Shhh shhh shhhh, deep breaths amore. You’re safe with me.” As he said this he rubbed your back, swaying you back and forth lightly.

As you started to calm down he continued to hold you, slowly working up the courage to ask what was going on.

“What did you mean “someone is after you”?” He paused, ‘did someone find out about us? Is this because I’m spending time with them?’ He though to himself.

You started to shake again, the paranoia creeping back up. “I-I I can’t, I can’t let them take me again”

“Who, who can’t you let take you again?”

With that you shakily told him your story, how you had been kidnapped in the past and how you were almost constantly paranoid about it.

Miguel was stunned by your story, he had a feeling your past was troubled, but not like this.

“Hey, I will do everything in my power to keep you safe, you don’t have to worry.”

After that he continued to meet up with you on the roof, just more often, and soon enough his real identity was revealed to you.

At one point he offered you a job at the spider society, knowing he can trust you, and letting you feel a little more safe in day to day life.

—————

Hobie

It was quiet, you were sitting in your apartment with nothing going on. You enjoyed the tranquility, until there was a loud bang coming from your balcony door.

You hopped up, terrified of the noise. You grabbed the nearest weapon like object and hid behind the couch.

Peeking out from behind the couch you look at the sliding door where the noise had come from, there was a figure, slumped over the old metal railing of the balcony.

Panic set into your body. ‘Is that one of them? did they find me? Are they here to take me back?”

As you started to shake the body on the railing moved. With a loud groan, they slid off the now crooked railing, hitting their head on the glass door.

“Ah shit” you heard them mumble

You couldn’t move, you were frozen in fear. That’s when the person suddenly stood up and opened the door. ‘SHIT’

The lanky figure in a mask walked in, it was too dark to tell just what was on the mask, but you could see spikes.

‘Shit shit shit shit shit shit’. That was all that was running through your mind.

The person walked across your living room, not seeing you as you shrunk more behind the couch.

Suddenly the overhead light was on, and you screamed.

Your scream sent the person into a panic, they looked around the apartment, they now noticed.

“Ah shit this isn’t my flat.”

As the voice said that you rushed to tackle the tall figure, random item in hand.

Your wrists were caught, and you stood there awkwardly.

“Hey, don’t attack me I’m Spider-Man!” The figure stated.

You deadpanned, Spider-Man? He was in your living room?

“You’re lying”

“No I’m not, I’ve got the outfit. Anyways, sorry for accidentally coming into your place, I got the wrong one.”

He turned around to walk out as you stood there dumbfounded.

“You’re just going to leave?”

“Uhhhh, yea. I’ve got stuff to do, I’ll pay for any repairs.” As he said that he closed the door behind him and swung off into the night.

The next day you woke up and started cleaning the mess that had been left in your living room, you had to contact your landlord to have someone repair the damage.

As day crept to night you found yourself back on the couch, off in your own world.

Then your heard the sound of feet landing on concrete.

You shot down to the floor to try and hide, when you noticed it was the spider who had invaded your home the night before.

A knock came from the tall man, who was holding something in his hand.

You quickly made your way over to the door to unlock it and slid it just a crack.

“Ay, I’m sorry again for last night. I got you some cookies from a bakery, and some cash for the repairs…”

You stood there stunned. The punk hero was apologizing? To you?

“O-oh… thank you?” You took the items from him and stepped back slightly.

…

That was the start of a new friendship.

He made it a habit to lightly knock on your balcony door every once and a while to check in on you, always coming up with an excuse as to why he was there.

Soon enough your bond grew stronger and you thought it would be necessary to tell him your past.

Needless to say he was pissed.

He new shitty people would always be shitty, but to someone as kind as you? Hell no.

He told you that you would never have to worry about those guys again.

He may or may not have done what he did to Norman Osborn when he finally found the bastards.

But he kept the extent of his violence from you, mostly because he didn’t want you to worry.

Even though you two have pretty opposite personalities, you get along very well.

——————

That’s it y’all! Sorry if either of them are ooc or if this is just bad in general :/

I appreciate all the support and requests I’ve been getting! Thank you all so much!!!!

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[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

Can we get some erasermic helping a student with sensory overload (and unhealthy stimming) xoxoxo

EEEEE PLS THIS REQUEST>>>😩

Masterlist<3

Warning: mentions of harmful and unhealthy stimming, hitting, pulling hair...

Erasermic x Student!Reader (Platonic) - Stimming

The silence of the classroom is cut through with the anxious whimpers of a lone student, sat in the furthest corner of the room with their head in their hands while they rock back and forth, finding some sort of comfort in the way that their eyes are pressed firmly to their kneecaps.

Lunch had only just started and you had started to get very irritable, rubbing your ear harshly at every loud noise and holding back an angry growl every time someone brushes against you. Eventually you're forced to flee the overbearingly crowded hall when the sound of people smacking their lips and chewing loudly grates at your nerves a little too deep.

Too much. It was all too much, and as you rush through the hallway with tears in your eyes, hands frantically pulling at your now tangled hair and smacking your skull. It was just so noisy and obnoxious and the lights were too bright and the smell was too overwhelming.

Images flash in your head of people's digusting, unwashed teeth chewing loudly with their mouths open, revealing mashed up food inside and you cringe, fighting the urge to throw up. You shake your head to clear your thoughts, smacking your head loudly as you grow more and more agitated, your knees shaking and knocking together.

You're so preoccupied with your sensory overload induced panic attack that you don't even notice when Aizawa sensei walks in, having suspected that something like this woould be happening.

He had noticed how restless and anxious you seemed during the lessons and was going to hold you back at the end of class to talk about it, but you were out of the room faster than anyone else was and he was busy dealing with verbally disciplining Mineta for being a creep. He tried to find you at lunch too, only to bump into a few stunned classmates just moments after you had suddenly barreled off.

It was then that he'd started to worry since, according to your classmates, you looked quite upset. So the only reasonable cause of action was to find you and figure out what the trigger was for your episode.

Queue your teacher coming into the room and letting out a soft sigh before sending a message to Present Mic. He had always been better in these situations, he could provide empathy and comfort where Aizawa was sure he could not, and he understood these things best. His attention is drawn back to you though, when he hears you smacking and scratching yourself and pulling at your hair.

His lips part in shock and surprise as he sees this display, though he quickly gets to work on intercepting your next hit with his hand while setting the other on your shoulder, giving you a look of concern.

"Come on now, stop that... You're stimming right? Sensory overload? Focus on me, now. Everything's fine. Rub your hands together, it'll help..."

He speaks quietly, knowing that being rough or deadpann won't help in this kind of situation. But as your eyes shift to glance up at his and then quickly avoid them, he knows he's succeeded in distracting you enough from whatever your trigger was. Your attention is pulled from your panic and you feel more disorientated now than ever, but at least you're not harming yourself anymore, soft palms slowly starting to rub together as you focus on the texture and the feeling of your veins bulging through the skin or the softness of the back of your hand compared to your palm.

Once Mic finally arrives, you've mostly calmed down, now just a little embarrassed to have been caught during one of your meltdowns. Neither Aizawa Sensei or Present Mic will hear it from you though, the blonde loudly fawning over you and giving you some words of praise as well as Aizawa for being "less emotionally constipated" and actually helping you.

From then on you get to talk to the both of them much more about your habits and what's troubling you. Mic teaches you all about stimming and how to do it safely, along with other healthy habits to pick up, and when you feel especially agitated or close to a sensory overload, you have special permission to stay in the classroom or even the break room with them when you're lucky, just to wind down and feel better.

Neither of them mind of course, and sometimes you're joined by an agitated Bakugou when he's feeling especially explosive that day, and if the two of you bond just a little while you're there, he's forbidden you from talking about it.

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #bnha fluff #mha #aizawa x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha #dadzawa #bakugou katsuki #aizawa headcanons #erasermic #eraserdad #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #bnha imagines #mha imagines

[sips-tea-cutely]

Hello! I dont know if you are taking requests rn but if you feel comfortable could you write the bsd characters helping/comforting reader through a bad panic attack? Maybe reader has been super stressed w/ school or work and has just been bottling things up until they snap. Personally my panic attacks are intense: hyperventilating, shaking, tears, digging my fingers into my arms and legs almost bruisingly, unable to hold my weight- just in case you need ideas. If this is uncomfortable for you then dont worry about it. Love your writing!!!

Helping with a bad panic attack

a/n: hello!! im so sorry if this isn’t as good as usual, feel free to vent <33

atsushi nakajima, osamu dazai, saigiku jōno, doppo kunikida, kōyō ozaki

#Atsushi Nakajima

atsushi is unfortunately no stranger to panic attacks. nor is is he a stranger to stress to be better.

seeing all your peers have talents, barely even surviving, it was so much pressure— even your boyfriend, atsushi is well, the most important ability user in the world.

there was a ringing, its so loud. so loud, you could pull out your hair, bang your head against a wall, it’s so much stress.

Click!

“ugh.. im seriously questioning how mr. dazai is still alive..” atsushi said as he closed the door to your dorm. “ah! s/o, are you alright?” he puts down the dinner he bought beside you and went to hold your hand.

he pulls you beside him and rests your head on his shoulder. “im here for you, alright? just tell me when you’re ready.” he gently coos, wiping tears away with his glove.

listening to your cries of self-hate “im not good enough, im not good enough to do anything.” hearing you made you think of himself, what had he wanted most?

kindly grabbing your hand once more, “here’s an idea… what if we train together? i know the feeling of self-doubt very well so why don’t we work together to be stronger?”

“hm— yes, id like that, atsushi..” you smile. “alright! mm, how about we start after dinner?”you nod and following, he started unwrapping your dinners. “eat up, s/o. it isn’t good to train on an empty stomach <33.”

#Osamu Dazai

8:45 PM, and your report’s due in two hours. everything was going wrong, your stupid professor forced the class to switch to a new website, the fucking thing shut down when you were almost done and your ‘friends’ ran tail when you were the one who wasn’t ok. it was so ironic, so funny, you could manically laugh— “My, why does god hate me?”

until a familiar voice rang out through the living room. “Oh, my nightshade, i’m back! look what i found at the convenience store!” your annoyingly sweet boyfriend pointed to the baggie of treats in his hand, a bunch of your favorites and even some boba in a plastic bottle. Ah

scars on your legs, the unevenly constant clicking of nails and the shaking of your body— unfortunately, dazai recognized this behavior of yours.

laying the treats on the coffee table, he sat down next to you. “dearest, what’s on your mind? is it school?” he genuinely asked, laying your head on his chest and rubbing your back.

crying into his navy vest, you told him all about what had happened; the stress, your assignment and what had happened. calmly brushing your hair, dazai began to spoke again. “shh, shh, it’s okay, dear. listen to my heartbeat, alright? relax your body, i’ll help you find a way, promise.”

kissing your head, he waited until your breaths had calmed. wiping your tears with his thumb “are you alright, dear?”

“ah, yea, i am, sorry, osamu, aha…” you nod and weakly laugh. “alright~..” he says, playfulness slowly coming back— he smiles and grabs your laptop “come! get some snacks, we’ll finish it together! <3”

#Saigiku Jouno

losing was not fun. and your opponent rubbing it in your face is even worse. holding in your tears hurt like hell. and upon arriving home, all you wanted to do was cry. crouching down on the floor, your tears stained your outfit and your nails dug into your wrists. eventually, you had tired yourself out and somehow made it to the couch..

it wasn’t until late midnight that jouno finally returned home. it was not something he liked. the faint smell of iron and the unevenness of your heartbeat. you were alive but, something had happened.

using his ability, he made his way beside you on the couch, carefully waking you. “jewel, why are you upset?” he asked, tilting his head. for once, he didn’t sound sarcastic he sounded like he really cared. “uh.. it’s nothing, sai’. its stupid anyways…” you look away in embarrassment, despite his blindness.

“if you’re crying about it, it appears its not stupid to you.” he frowns. “seriously, sai’! im alright!” you defend yourself. “hm~ your heartbeat is faster.. that only happens when you lie. what’s wrong.” it didn’t seem like a question, more like an order. he really wanted to know, huh?

giving in, you tell him about it all, “hehe, i told you, it’s really stupid…” you laugh at yourself. “hrgh, i understand the feeling. losing is.. awful, it makes you feel inferior. but it does not make you any less talented. tetchou may be the strongest hunting dog but i, myself am better than him in interrogations, right?” he.. hes joking right?

“aha.. ahahahaha!” you giggle. “wha?!? hey, thats a genuine question!” he complains. “ah.. hahaha! sure, if that’s what you wanna think!” you cry, but this time not from sadness or frustration, happiness. well.. if it’s you, he could be the clown, just this once.

#Doppo Kunikida

a huge case has came the way of the agency. after it had been resolved, you were the unlucky soul who had to summarize it to the bureau of unique abilities and god, was ango a fucking critic.

‘i’ll go to sleep in an hour’ you told kunikida— 3 hours ago. ah, it’s almost 2 already and you’ve just finished an evaluation of the enemy. in theory, this isn’t so hard, so why? ‘am i just incompetent? or am i stupid? why can’t i do this?’ you thought while crying into your hands

“s/o, dear what are you still doing up?” kunikida said, sitting up onto the bed and grabbing his glasses. “you need at least 7 hours of sleep to function properly, it isn’t healthy to pull all-nighters.”

grabbing a tissue from the box beside your lamp, you swiftly clean your face “y-yea just… finishing up some work.” of course, kunikida is much smarter than that. “come here.” he says, his arms wide open. “are you alright? what has got you so stressed?” petting your head gently, he listened to your woes, never even once bringing up some sort of schedule.

“you were working on your report?” he asked, almost mocking you… “s/o, work is there for a reason, there is a time when you should work and a time where you should rest or else you can’t work properly.”

rolling you down onto your side of the bed and tucking you in. “rest for now, alright, dear? the report is tomorrow’s problem.” he said while turning off the lamp. “and if you’re still struggling—“ kissing your lips, “ill be there to help you.”

#Koyo Ozaki

working in the port mafia had never been easy, especially when you’re your girlfriend’s informant. of course, she didn’t favor you at all, you were still expected to finish your reports and tell koyo of all the things you learned.

despite being a mafia sub-executive, you weren’t kind to the screams of agony often heard in koyo’s torture chamber or the blood that often stained the floors. you always were in your office or out with a client.

that is until koyo had went out to complete her own will— an ability user from the government had landed into the port mafia’s trap. “mx. s/o, what should we do? if we wait for lady ozaki to arrive, he might escape!”

logically, it’d be best to wait for koyo’s official orders but who knows when she’ll be back? you cant ask another executive for help, you’re the one in charge? what do you do? your head is fogging up, it’s getting harder to think, voices are layering it’s almost like you’re just a spectator.

“t…try to get as much information out of him right now..” you finally say, falling onto your chair. the cries of misery overheard from the walkie talkie never seemed to end.

time seemed to pass slower, the next thing you remember, koyo was holding you close to her. “flower, what has you so gloomy?” she asked gently, never even frowning when you stuttered.

“i..i hurt someone. im sorry, im s-“ you pleaded before koyo carefully hushed you. “it wasn’t your fault, my light, he was a… misogynistic and patriarchal man, the only thing he was really good for was giving us information and thanks to you, darling, we got it.” she smiled gently at you.

“how— hic how do you know..?” you rub your red eyes. “he guaranteed us use of a rolodex filled with info of who has landed into yokohama recently. ogai suspects that we will find out where that dostoevsky had hid.” she explained, pulling you to rest in her arms. “now rest. tomorrow, it will be a better day for the both of us.”

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[numberoneatsushidefender]

☾Atsushi Headcanons!☽

TW FOR EATING DISORDERS, MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION, SELF LOATHING, SWEARING, VOMIT, MALNUTRITION, MENTIONS OF TERRORISM, SU!C!D3(Dazais song), UNSAFE BINDING, PANIC ATTACKS, DEATH, ABUSE, CHILD DEATH, RELIGIOUS TRAUMA, ACCIDENTAL CANNIBALISM,

•He is trans masc(Hasn’t gotten top/bottom surgery yet) He uses He/They Pronouns

•He is a Polyamorous Demisexual Pansexual

•He has a whole slew of mental and physical disorders, he found out because Kunikida took him to get tested for autism

•Disorders he has: PTSD, OCD, ADHD, ADD, Autism, Depression, Anxiety Disorder, 3 Eating Disorders, Psychosis, Malnutrition, Schizophrenia, Borderline Personality Disorder, Tics and Tourette’s, restless leg syndrome, echolalia, and Cervical Dystonia

•After hearing this he just looked at Kunikida and asked, “Why am I collecting them?”

•He is a really good singer, he used to sing to younger kids at the orphanage who couldn’t sleep or were just having a bad day, it was the one thing he couldn’t hate about himself

•Once Kunikida learned Atsushi had never had a good father figure he started subconsciously acting like one towards him, checking in on him, teaching him things, defending him, buying him things, taking time out of his schedule to make sure he’s alright, driving him places etc

•Atsushi has and will eat small animals if given the chance

•He really likes Tangled because he finds Rapunzels story relatable, and because he likes chameleons

•He is a really good artist, he used to draw whenever he could in the orphanage

•Some of Atsushis Tics are: “We’ve been accused of Terroism!”, “Meow Meow!”, “Beep”, “Fuck you”, “Buzz Buzz”

•He has echolalia, and repeats a lot of things, such as: Dazais Su!c!d3 song, “Super Mystery Solver!” And “Rashomon!”

•Byakko is sentient and says the weirdest things, ex: “You should eat your ginger friend”

•Atsushi has a reflex similar to a cat where he will slap someone if they surprise him, leading to him accidentally bitch slapping Dazai

•Atsushi has VERY strong teeth, one time Ranpo brought jawbreakers to work and gave Atsushi one, Ranpo then started talking to Yosano when they heard a loud *CRACK*, and just see Atsushi chewing on a jawbreaker as if it was taffy. Everyone just stared and Atsushi was confused. (Kunikida panicked)

•After he ate all that Chazuke in the first episode, he actually ended up vomiting because his stomach wasn’t used to that much to eat

•He used to bind with bandages, But when Kunikida found out, he taught him how to properly bind

•He chews on everything he can, strings, yarn, rubber, electrical cords, you name it. Atsushi is basically a cat in that sense, Kunikida has bought him teething toys for this

•Tanizaki and Atsushi are best friends, Tanizaki knows the most about what happened to Atsushi at the orphanage, and Atsushi knows the most about his insecurities

•One time Atsushi was falling asleep on the agency’s couch and nobody had the heart to wake him up, eventually he had to. So Kunikida shook him awake, and in a soft tone said, “Cmon kid, you need to get up.” Atsushi mumbled and replied, “Just five more minutes dad….” Needless to say Atsushi got a lot more than five minutes, and if Kunikida cried, nobody said anything

•One time Kunikida arrived at the agency(He’s usually the first one there, only to find Atsushi there already started on work) Kunikida was very proud of him and pat his head

•Yosano made it her goal to get Atsushi to stop apologizing for everything, every time he does, she will stare at him until he takes it back

•Kunikida teaches Atsushi math whenever they have time

•Atsushi can only get drunk/high if something has catnip in it

•One time Atsushi broke a glass object at Kunikidas house, and in a panic attempted to clean it up with his bare hands, Kunikida comforted him and made sure he was alright

•Sometimes if someone praises him or pats him he will purr

•When he gets over emotional sometimes his ears and tail will pop out

•Atsushi stress bakes

•He’s not that good of a swimmer(Never got proper lessons)

•He tends to cover his ears whenever things get loud

•He enjoys sitting in sunspots

•He could decimate anyone with insults, you insult someone he loves? He will absolutely DESTROY you

•Atsushis favorite number is the date he met Kunikida and Dazai

•Despite not liking physical touch he is a clingy drunk

•He doesn’t have a lot of pop culture knowledge, so Dazai set up annual movie nights to teach him



•He has freckles

•Gets super bad nightmares

•He has really sharp teeth

•He has HORRENDOUS spice tolerance

•He’s never had “The Talk”

•He will sit in a box if given the chance

•Just like how a cat slow blinks at people it trusts, so does Atsushi

•He does the making biscuit thing that cats do

•One time the ADA found Atsushi curled up in a cabinet

•If Atsushi ever learned how to drive he would have EXTREME road rage

•He’s never been on a plane

•Naomi, Tanizaki, Atsushi, and Haruno get together every Wednesday after work, and just mess around, it’s a double date of sorts (Haruno and Naomi are dating) and Tanizaki and Atsushi are pining for one another

•He has a quiet sneeze, because people at the orphanage would get mad if he was loud

•He likes sitting out in the rain, Kunikida scolds him for tracking in water, and raising the chance of him getting a cold

•He is oblivious to flirting, you have to be VERY forward to get him to notice, and when he does he turns into a flustered mess

•At the orphanage he would take on a parental/Big Brother role for the younger kids

•He figured out he was trans when he was 13, after an older kid told him about it

•He’s not that good of a cook, he can make the basics but other than that he’ll get lost

•He’s not very good at fashion

•He had two close friends at the orphanage, Roberto(I named him after the bird from Rio 2) and Yūki

•One day during a cold winter, Yūki was punished for accidentally breaking a vase, she was thrown outside in the cold with nothing but an old cloak. The next morning Atsushi and Roberto ran outside to look for her, they saw something In the snow, and when they got closer they realized it was Yūkis dead body, she had died of hypothermia

•Roberto faked his death and ran away after this, leaving Atsushi all alone. I like to believe he ended up somewhere in Yokohama

•Atsushi loves strawberries, the first time he tried them he couldn’t help but just scarf them all down

•He can eat raw meat

•He has religious trauma, everyday at the orphanage he would pray that he would become someone worthy of life

•After Shibusawas murder, the headmaster fed Atsushi bits of his body. Atsushi was confused at the fact he was given more to eat and more often. He thought that he finally earned his right to live. He is completely unaware that he did this

•Everyone at the agency takes turns teaching Atsushi different things

•He wants to learn how to play the flute

•He can’t whistle

•He can see in the dark

•He likes to draw on his skin

•He hates the way his eyes look

•He has a cat-like tongue

•He can understand cats

#bsd atsushi #bsd nakajima atsushi #bsd #bungou stray dogs #headcanon #bsd headcanons #atsushi nakajima #nakajima atsushi #bungou stray dogs atsushi #anime #angst #fluff #Kunikida and Atsushi #ADA #armed detective agency #HCs

[canonicallyobserving911]

Buck & Eddie: Underrated scene # 1 of ∞

In 2x13 “Fight or Flight” Buck was completely distraught after Doug stabbed Chimney and took Maddie without a trace. Maddie is his sister and she’s one of only two people who can comfort him when he’s spiraling and the other person is Eddie.  After Eddie arrived at the hospital he found Buck almost immediately and he stayed with him until Athena told Buck “Let’s go, the car’s out front”.

It’s important to note some of the reasons why this scene can be considered “underrated”.  First, Buck was in a relationship with Ali but she wasn’t there when he needed someone to comfort him. It would have been easy for the show to have her be present and offer him the comfort he needed while his sister was in distress but a DECISION was made and it was VERY LOUD.  Second, when Buck found Chimney lying on the ground, he had just made it home and based on the way he was dressed, a nice button-down shirt with a pair of slacks, he obviously hadn’t been at work. It looked like he was returning home after having been on a date.  If he was on a date with Ali, why didn’t she show up at the hospital?  Third, after Shannon arrived with Christopher and pizza for the team, she said she didn’t bring enough but Eddie told her (without looking at her) that she brought everything he needed while he continued looking at Christopher. Then he told her she could leave if she had something else to do but after she explained how she wanted to be there with him, the look he gave her was VERY LOUD too!  He wasn’t shown thanking her for coming but he was shown rubbing his forehead the way he does whenever he’s stressed out.

Ali’s absence and Eddie’s indifference regarding whether Shannon stayed or left was also LOUD.  It seemed like they both wanted to keep their significant others away from each other and away from their found family.  Reminder, Abby went to the firehouse in season 1 but Ali was never shown there, actually she was only in four episodes and two of them where during the earthquake before she and Buck started dating.  She was in 2x8 “Buck Actually” after she asked him out and she was in 2x18 “This Life We Choose” before and after the ladder truck explosion but she broke up with him after he was discharged from the hospital.  The only reason why she knew Eddie was because he and Buck were the two who rescued her during the earthquake and Buck called her Abby during the rescue 👀👀.  Also, the only time Shannon went to the firehouse was when she showed up unannounced in 2x10 “Merry Ex-mas” when she asked Eddie in front of Buck and Chimney when he was going to let her see Christopher.  Then she blabbed all of their business about them sleeping together again.  Her unannounced visit should seem familiar because Ana did the same thing to Eddie in 5x2 “Desperate Times” and everyone knows how Buck completely ignored her during that visit and the way Eddie had a panic attack while they were all standing there with Ravi 👀👀.

It appears decisions and choices were made to illustrate the importance Buck and Eddie have in each other’s lives and it’s continued for the past four and a half years.  Buck listens to Eddie and Eddie takes care of Buck and that’s the way it’s been since they pulled a grenade out of Charlie’s leg in 2x1 “Under Pressure”.  Will they be allowed to be there for each other in 6B or will they continue to be kept away from each other the way they were for the majority of 6A?  Only the showrunner(s), writers and producers know the answer to that question.

GIFs 2x13 “Fight or Flight”

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 fox #911 on fox #911onfox #911 meta #911 s6 #911 season 6 #911 season 6 speculation #911 #anti ana flores #anti shannon diaz #anti abby clark #Anti ali martin #anti eddieana #anti buckabby #anti eddieshannon

[journeythroughlifesblog]

Help Chapter 33.

"How so?! are you going on vacation?!" MK exclaimed. Macaque grimaced.

"Not so loud, kid."

From the moment MK arrived to The mountain, Wukong and the warrior were packing, walking around the living room, looking for some things. MK sat down on the sofa.

"Yes. We decided to go on vacation. Wukong always wanted to visit the heavenly afterlife with me~" said the warrior.

"Yeah, otherwise I would die without you." Wukong said.

"Of corse." said the warrior with his smile.

Macaque started packing his bag.

Wukong sat down next to MK.

"Kid, don't worry. I'll leave you in my-"

Macaque glared at him. "-our mountain." Wukong rolled his eyes.

"I hope nothing serious will happen in our absence."

MK sighed. "But, what if... I don't know... DBK attacks, or another demon..."

At the mention of DBK they started laughing.

"What? What are you laughing at?"

"You could say he's as much of a villain as I am an actor." Wukong said.

"Oh. Sun, you are a great actor, if only you would try to show your talent on a real stage." Macaque said affectionately and teasingly.

"No, no way."

"And now I'm completely lost. What's this about?"

"The thing is... I don't like being on stage very much."

Macaque leaned against the kitchen counter and watched MK's reaction.

"You?! Great Sun Wukong?! Is afraid of public performance? I won't believe it."

Wukong sighed. "I'm not really into having a crowd of people watching me and you know... I get stage fright?"

"It's more like a panic attack." added Macaque. "I used to try to get him to go on stage with me, but you always had to back out at the last minute and made up excuses."

"Hey! That was a pretty good excuses."

Macaque raised an eyebrow.

"You work in the theater?" MK asked.

The warrior sighed.

"Sometimes it happens to me to put on a show for mortals... and for my beloved Sun~" he added with a provocative smile. Wukong smiled too.

"Shadow play. Mac. is great at it."

"Oh. Don't exaggerate."

Wukong stood up and walked over to the warrior, hugging him.

"You love my praise, Moon~"

Macaque blushed slightly.

"Okay? So how long will you be gone?" MK interjected.

"Ah.. Maybe a week?" Wukong said. "if it goes well..." he muttered the last part. The warrior took his hand, encouraging him.

"But it's not like last time?"

"What?"

"You know, when you disappeared for almost a month due to... your health problems."

"Oh. No... no, kid. This is for chillout now. Me and Mac like the good old days."

"Yeah... we'll go sightseeing in the heavenly kingdom, visit some old friends, and annoy them a bit." Macaque said. Wukong chuckled.

"Seriously?"

"What do you think? Kid? We are two chaotic monkeys. What can you expect from us?"

"I don't know, you two won't get into trouble?"

"Hah. Don't worry about that kid, it'll be fine. Mac, did you pack everything?"

"Yes."

Wukong shouldered the bag.

"So you guys already?"

"Well? What should we wait for?"

Macaque opened a shadow portal.

"You'll be fine. It's only for a week, probably... Anyway, keep an eye on the city, the mountain. And don't play with fire here, okay? You know, this mountain is flammable." Wukong laughed.

"Okay. Good. Have fun."

"Hey, keep your head up, you were trained by me-" he muttered. Wukong rolled his eyes and took his hand.

"-and Wukong, you can do it"

MK felt a greater surge of faith? It's rare for Macaque to give him words of encouragement.

They disappeared into the shadows.

MK felt a twinge of sadness? He wanted to check the time, but it turned out he didn't take his phone. He groaned. He hurried back to the city. He entered the restaurant.

"Hey, you don't know what just happened. The Monkey King and Macaque went on vacation. Well, I couldn't believe it either. Can you hear me?"

Unfortunately, Pigsy, Tang and Mei were asleep. It definitely wasn't normal. (and this is where the action takes place, just like in the TV series with the sleep bug episode.)

.

.

"Are you sure this is the place?"

The king and the warrior stood in front of a huge dark style temple (yes LBD style).

"Let's find out."

#lego monkie kid #lmk sun wukong #lmk monkey king #shadowpeach #angst #sun wukong x macaque #lmk macaque #liu er mihou #lego monkey kid #lego sun wukong #monkey king #journeythroughlifesblog

[valentinoappreciator]

One piece of Blitz / Mox smut, coming up hot!

Media: Helluva Boss

Pairing: Blitzø / Moxxie

Rating: E for Explicit

Word count: 10.2k (what. the. fuck.)

Warnings: None apply

Additional tags: Safeword (and use of it), panic attack, semi-public flirting, anal fingering / sex, Daddy kink, light Dom / sub vibes, polyamorous stuff, slight spoilers for s2 ep3? i think, emotions be a thing even for Blitzø, gentle & loving & caring Blitzø

Where else to read: AO3 (username: TheWeirdDane ; title: Would You Spare Me A Glance Tonight?)

Author's note: I started and finished this in like 2-3 days ? First fic for Helluva Boss but wanted to join in on the fun <3 Blitz is like a drug to me

ANYWAY. FIC TIME.

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It wasn’t often that Moxxie and Millie were in agreement about who they invited into their bedroom. There had been imps that had Millie starstruck, but left Moxxie with a dirty taste in his mouth. Vice versa, there had been demons that got Moxxie unusually hot and bothered, but where Millie drew a hard, proverbial line in the proverbial sand. 

There was, however, at least one imp down here in Hell that they both fancied, albeit in different ways. For Moxxie, it was specifically the desire to fuck their boss. He was insufferable, and he was obnoxious, and worst of all, he was fucking hot.

Every day at work, Moxxie had to pretend he didn’t find Blitzø infuriatingly hot. He couldn’t quite put a finger on it; Blitzø was nosy as hell and invaded everyone’s privacy, didn’t seem to care about other creatures than himself, and he always made unnecessary and vulgar comments on everything and everyone.

Truly, he should find the imp insufferable, full stop. Nothing more. But, truth be told, the insufferableness got Moxxie very hot and bothered. The confident strides, the arrogance, the self-assuredness, the way nothing seemed able to dampen Blitzø’s spirits. 

It was truly the worst crush he could possibly have. 

Luckily, he could vent his frustrations to Millie, and Millie could reassure him. She understood him like no one else did, and he was eternally grateful to have such an understanding, lovely, loyal wife. Something he made sure to tell her every chance he got, loving how it made her giggle.

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After a particularly difficult client, Blitzø took them out for drinks to celebrate a job well done. He had booked a private table at a new dive, and arrived well before the rest of the crew. Sitting with his drink, his head snapped up when he heard the doors open and his co-workers’ voices drift through the bar. Quite an accomplishment, considering the kind of music that played over the speakers. 

“Finally you lazy fucks are here!” he exclaimed, waving an arm to get their attention, as if his voice wasn't perfectly fine for that. “And Loony, sweetie, you look practically hellish!” 

“Shut up, dad!” she hissed and looked around, almost as if she wanted to see if anyone had heard him. Everyone in the dive had, of course, with Blitzø being obnoxiously loud, but no one was stupid enough to mock or make fun of a hellhound. 

“What took you sickos so long? Would’ve thought you couldn’t come fast enough, Moxxie,” he grinned and scooted over in the booth to make room for Loona, Moxxie, and Millie. 

“We’re perfectly on time, sir, you are just early,” Moxxie said dryly, perfectly ignoring the other half of his boss’ quip. He was sat next to Blitzø, which filled him with both dread and excitement. With Millie on his other side, Loona sat down on Blitzø’s right side, practically caging the two against each other. 

Sitting this close together - they were practically rubbing elbows! - Moxxie was painfully aware of how good Blitzø smelled. If he had been less self-conscious, he might’ve asked what cologne he was using. As it were, however, he settled for breathing quietly, but deeply, through his nose, aiming to embed the smell in his brain forever. 

“What do you guys want?” Blitzø asked. 

“What do they have?”

Moxxie looked for a drink card, but didn’t see any. Blitzø shrugged. 

“No idea, but I’m sure even you could find something here.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know, you just seem very picky.”

“Which is kinda funny,” Loona chimed in. 

Moxxie took a deep breath. He had a feeling his patience would be severely tested tonight. 

“Pray tell, Loona, why is it kind of funny?”

“You know. Because you’re fat.” 

“I am not fat!” he exclaimed, drawing the attention of a few of the other patrons and making Blitzø laugh loudly. Moxxie’s cheeks got warm. “I am not fat!” he hissed, quieter, and pointed at Loona, who once more had her snout in her phone. 

She was smirking, and it was annoying enough that Moxxie gestured for Millie to move so he could get his first drink. 

‘First drink of many, if this is any indicator of how tonight’s going to go,’ he thought to himself with a soft sigh. 

Millie went with him to the bar where they eyed the many bottles of various hard liquors. 

“How fast do you think that one could knock me out?” he asked and pointed towards one with a bright green liquid, irritation clear in his voice. Despite having talked to Millie, it was the male bartender who answered.

“One shot, and you’d be out cold, little fella,” he supplied helpfully. 

“Excellent. I’ll take three.”

“Moxxie, sweetie,” Millie said softly, taking one of his hands in hers. “Don’t let them get to you. And do not pour those shots!”

The bartender, who was a rather handsome bull-like demon, stopped dead in his tracks, in the process of reaching for the bottle. He looked surprised to hear a female imp talk so firmly. 

“We’ll take two of those instead.”

She pointed towards a bottle with a transparent liquid, and the bartender hastily grabbed it, poured two shots, and set the glasses down in front of them. 

“Thanks.”

They took their glasses and weaved their way through the crowd. It was getting increasingly full in here. 

“Finally!” Blitzø exclaimed as they sat down in the booth again. “What’d you get?” 

He grabbed one of the glasses and lifted it to his nose to sniff it. His face contorted. 

“Ugh! What in Satan’s asscrack is that?”

Truthfully, Moxxie didn’t know, and thus looked to Millie, who appeared confused. 

“Y’all don’t know this?”

When none of them answered, she pushed some hair behind her horn, smiling bashfully. 

“It’s from the Wrath ring!”

“Oh, so it’s some local whackjob hill-billy’s backyard hootch, isn’t it?” 

“Yeah!” she said, beaming at Blitzø. Moxxie felt less and less desire to drink it with every passing second. But, they had paid for it, and he didn’t like wasting things, so it was with a defeated sigh that he lifted his glass. 

“Cheers...?”

“Cheers, you fuckos, to a job well done! Loony, quick, take a pic!”

Loona rolled her eyes but nonetheless leaned into Blitzø, who grabbed Millie and Moxxie so they could all squeeze together in the photo. 

Moxxie had to admit that, being this close to Blitzø, his heartbeat accelerated, and he involuntarily sniffed his boss’ coat. Discreetly, of course. Or maybe only Millie noticed because Blitzø was busy pestering and gushing over Loona, and he hadn’t been discreet at all. She simply sent him a knowing grin that made him blush. Seeking out her tail with his own, they entwined, and he smiled into his glass before downing its contents. 

He immediately regretted it. 

The taste of alcohol was so strong and prominent that his eyes watered and his throat burned. Blitzø smacked his lips after taking a sip of his own drink, and laughed at Moxxie’s misery and gagging. 

“No reason for those choking sounds, Mox. Not yet, anyway.” 

“With all due respect, sir,” Moxxie croaked with a hand on his throat, “shut the fuck up.” 

Blitzø grinned while Millie sympathetically stroked Moxxie’s back. 

“Oh, so you like being bratty, huh? Well, not to worry, I’ll be shutting you up real good later tonight,” he promised, avoiding Moxxie’s glare by instead fawning over Loona, who snarled at him, her ears laid back. 

“With the amount of snooping you do, Blitz, I would’ve thought that you---”

“That I what, Mills? Can’t hear you over this epic fucking song they’re playing! Come on, somebody, dance with me!”

Blitzø had one foot on their table, the other on the seat, and he looked around at them excitedly. No one moved a muscle. 

“Oh, come on,” he groaned, rolling his eyes. “Are you chucklefucks too scared to dance?”

“I don’t dance,” Millie said with a shrug. Blitzø looked towards Loona. 

“I’m not gonna be seen dancing with you,” Loona scoffed. Blitzø looked towards Moxxie, now waggling his eyebrows. 

“No. Definitely not, sir. I am not dancing with you! You’re my boss!”

“Oh, grow a pair, Mox, it’s not like we’re gonna fuck on the middle of the dance floor! Unless that’s what you’re into, of course, in which case I guess I could be persuaded.”

Moxxie groaned and slapped a hand over his face. 

“Why are you always so vulgar? Does this kind of talk seriously get you anything?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe. So, now, come on, Mox, or you’ll miss your chance!”

“Happy to, sir.”

Blitzø scoffed and leapt off the table. His long tail flicked from side to side before grabbing his half-full glass of beer. 

“See you, suckers!” he shouted and squeezed himself through the crowd to get to the dance floor. 

Moxxie sighed and leaned back against the booth, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Why is he always on my case? Why doesn’t he bother you guys as much as he bothers me?” he complained. 

Loona shrugged. 

“He bothers me all the time,” she said. “Doesn’t mean he means it, you know.”

“Excuse me?”

“What, didn’t you hear me? Too much fat in your ears?”

“What?!”

Loona’s lips twitched into something that was nearly a grin. 

“Just because he bothers you doesn’t mean he doesn’t like you.”

“But why would he bother me if he doesn’t mean it?”

“Fuck’s sake, I don’t know! Take that up with him in couples therapy or some shit!”

“Couples therapy...? Oh, come on!” he groaned, his cheeks heating up. 

She sent him a glance, then looked at her phone again, before her head snapped up, and she looked at him again. He recoiled slightly. 

“Oh shit, Mox, are you blushing?”

“What? No, of course not!” he lied, suddenly wishing he had more alcohol to hide his face in. 

“You totally are!” And then, much to his horror, and before he could stop her, Loona shouted, from the top of her lungs. 

“Hey Blitz!”

Liquid ice ran through Moxxie’s veins, and he looked at Millie who had a giant, shit-eating grin on her face. 

“Don’t let him take me dancing,” he pleaded, but Millie simply snickered. 

“I know you want to, honey, it’s okay. Oh, here he comes!”

Blitzø pushed through the crowd, his now empty beer glass cradled in his hands. He looked drunk for a guy who’s only had one beer, leading his employees to think he might have had a few shots while he was away. 

“What’s up, Loony, everything okay?” he asked, slurring slightly. 

She rolled her eyes and gestured to Moxxie. 

“I think fatty-chatty has something he wants to say.”

Moxxie didn’t know what he wanted to comment on first; her insult, or her insolence. 

“I do not!” he then exclaimed instead of doing either of those. 

“Then what the fuck was the fucking point of hauling me back here? I was having fun!” 

“Sorry, sir,” Moxxie said, looking to the side. He was very acutely aware that he was still blushing, curse his body! He was also aware of how Blitzø stared intensely at him. Oh crumbs, he was going to notice, wasn’t he?

“Wait... fuck, Mox, are you blushing?” Blitzø laughed, and Moxxie wanted to bury himself. “You guys humiliated Moxxie without inviting me? Shame on you all!” 

Moxxie groaned and put his head on the table. 

“Just leave me to die,” he mumbled. 

“No fucking way. Come on, loser, we’re going dancing!” 

There was a sudden, sharp yank on his arm, and he knew it was Blitzø. Untangling his tail from Millie’s, he sighed in defeat. 

“If I dance with you, sir, will you leave me alone?” 

“Absolutely not, it’ll just make me want to humiliate you more!” 

Well, at least he was honest. 

Moxxie let himself be dragged out of the booth and stumbled after a way too eager Blitzø. Reaching the dance floor to the last notes of the current song, the crowd clapped and cheered, eager for the next one. Moxxie, on the other hand, felt that death’s swift embrace would be the kindest option right now. 

A feeling that only increased when the first note of the next song reached his ears. It was slow. Waiting a few beats to see if it sped up, he was mortified when he realised that no, it would stay calm and slow all the way through. It was a song to slow dance to. 

Blitzø looked surprised as well, albeit only for a second before it was gone from his face, and then there was only mischievous glee in his eyes. 

“Well well well,” he practically purred, and Moxxie once more cursed his useless body for blushing, just as Blitzø pulled him closer by his hand. 

“Just relax and enjoy it, Mox.”

That was most definitely an innuendo. Moxxie groaned and looked away, but obediently put one hand on Blitzø’s shoulder, the other remaining in Blitzø’s grasp. His tail swished from side to side, as if agitated. He tensed when Blitzø grabbed his waist with surprising tenderness, and oddly enough did relax as they started swaying together. 

“You’re not used to leading, are you?” Blitzø chuckled. 

“Does it matter what I say? You’ll still treat me like chickenshit.”

“Mox, I’m appalled you’d think that of me.”

Moxxie glared at him. 

“No, you’re right, I totally would. I’m just saying, you fell into the woman’s role quite naturally.”

Moxxie rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah well, take it or leave it.”

“Oh, I’m happy to lead. Who knows where this will take us,” Blitzø murmured, making Moxxie blush something fierce. 

For all his energy and constant hyperness, Blitzø was surprisingly good at slow dancing. He swayed slowly and gently with Moxxie, who, with each passing second, felt more and more at ease with the entire situation. He was hyper-aware that he was dancing with his boss, and that he wanted said boss to pull him closer, but at the same time, it was like Blitzø knew how vulnerable he was in this situation, which meant that Moxxie let down his guard. Just a bit. 

Roughly halfway through the song - Moxxie would never tell a soul that this song was actually one of his favourites - however, Blitzø did something that almost made him black out. His boss did pull him closer, close enough that Moxxie could lean his cheek against his chest, and then he slid his hand lower. From Moxxie’s waist to his hip, not only pulling him in, but keeping him there. 

“Sir, what are you---” He knew very well what Blitzø was doing, but it apparently wasn’t registering in his brain. 

“You know my name, Mox. Use it.” His voice was soft, but firm. 

Moxxie swallowed hard. In his mind, there was a clear, strong disconnect between calling Blitzø anything but ‘sir’. It simply did not compute. Probably due to his upbringing - something he didn’t wish to think about now, or ever - it took him a few seconds to process the command. 

“Blitz,” he then said, so softly that it made Blitzø look down at him, his eyes wide and pupils dilated in the dark. 

It was like they were both caught in the headlights of a truck. They had stopped moving. Only their rapid breathing proved that they were still alive. Blitzø’s hand tightened its grip on Moxxie’s hip, prompting him to let out a soft, quiet moan that he immediately regretted. 

Oddly enough, Blitzø didn’t mock him. On the contrary, he looked... conflicted?

No, that was impossible. Blitzø had the emotional range of a fork; there was no way he was conflicted. If he wanted to do something, he did it. If he wanted to say something, he said it. But then... why did he look down at Moxxie’s lips before looking him in the eyes again? And why did his hand suddenly slacken its grip of Moxxie’s hip? 

“Sir--- Blitz, please don’t let go,” he whispered before knowing what came over him. Blitzø blinked down at him, biting his lower lip. 

“If I don’t, I’ll end up kissing you.”

His voice was so soft, so torn, that it made Moxxie’s mind reel. He looked up at Blitzø with wide eyes. He knew he had permission from Millie, but actually making a move still felt like crossing an immense boundary. Like he was stepping into territory he would never return unscathed from.

He swallowed hard. 

It was now or never, before Blitzø reached a decision that contradicted Moxxie’s own desires.

It was with an aggressively beating heart that he took Blitzø’s hand in his own, before placing it back on his waist, maintaining eye contact. 

“There,” he said with a soft smile. “Isn’t that much better?”

The breath audibly hitched in Blitzø’s throat. 

“I’m not kidding, Mox,” he whispered, sounding winded, as if he’d run a marathon. As he spoke, he slowly slid his other hand from Moxxie’s hand and to his cheek, cupping his face. Moxxie felt like his heart was going to burst at the seams. 

“Don’t make me do this...”

“With all due respect, I’m not making you do anything,” he murmured, just before Blitzø kissed him. His heart beat so hard it was making him queasy, and to forget about that, he instead focused on Blitzø’s lips as they passed over his own. 

He let go of the hand on his waist to instead take a gentle hold of Blitzø’s wrist. At first, Blitzø tensed, but when Moxxie pressed into the kiss, into him, he relaxed again. 

“Don’t worry,” he mumbled against his lips, “Millie and I have an agreement. You’re not trespassing or crossing a boundary. It’s okay.” 

Blitzø groaned into his mouth, and suddenly, the kiss became deep and demanding, pulling all air from Moxxie’s lungs. His hand gripped Blitzø’s wrist tighter, and he let out a quiet moan, his eyes closing. 

Someone bumped into them, grunting something about ‘get a room’, resulting in Moxxie losing his balance and clinging to Blitzø, who stumbled forward but managed to keep upright. 

“Get the fuck outta here if you can’t handle two guys kissing, you fucking prude!” Blitzø shouted after whoever had bumped into them. Moxxie couldn’t help but burst into loud laughter, the adrenaline and excitement of the whole situation making him practically delirious. Blitzø sent him a look like he had completely lost his marbles, before he, too, began laughing. 

He pulled Moxxie into a standing position. 

“Should we... head back?” Moxxie eventually asked when Blitzø seemed glued to the spot. The question seemed to pull him out of whatever trance he had been in. 

“Your place or mine?” he grinned, flashing his many sharp teeth. Moxxie’s cheeks were burning by the time he finally stammered that he meant that they should get back to the booth. “No need to be shy now, Mox.”

As they slowly weaved their way back, Blitzø’s tail flicked from side to side, almost as if anxious. Moxxie glanced from his long tail and to his face. The second it took for Blitzø to realise he was being observed, he looked thoughtful - conflicted - but then he blew Moxxie a kiss, and Moxxie nearly tripped over himself. 

Reaching the booth, they found Millie sitting by herself, with no sign of Loona. 

“Where’s my baby?” Blitzø asked immediately, looking around the nearby booths. 

“She got a text from Vortex about a party,” Millie replied and downed another shot that smelled suspiciously like the whackjob hill-billy’s backyard hootch they had earlier. “Said something about us being lame and boring.” 

Blitzø proceeded to have a minor breakdown, while Moxxie made eye contact with Millie, and couldn’t stop a wide grin from splitting his face in half. His heart, though having slowed down, still beat fast in his chest. He was trembling slightly from the excitement. 

“Relax, Blitz,” Millie said, patting the space next to her. “She’ll be in safe hands... paws... whatever, with Vortex.”

“Will Verosika be there?” 

“Hell if I know. She didn’t mention her,” Millie shrugged. 

Blitzø sighed deeply, making puppy eyes at the exit, but eventually let himself be persuaded to sit down next to Millie, while Moxxie crawled up on his other side. 

“How was the dance?” Millie asked with a smug smile, the question directed at Blitzø who did seem to liven up at that, if only for a second before he glanced between Millie and Moxxie. He seemed to struggle with his reply, something highly uncharacteristic. 

“Your husband’s a shitty dancer,” he eventually settled on with a snicker. “I had to lead him through the entire fucking thing! I thought you had taught him better, Mills. Anyway, what’re you having?” 

“I was thinking of getting a beer. Y’know, something light. Do you guys want anything?” 

“Beer sounds awesome,” Blitzø hummed. 

“I’ll have a beer as well. Thank you, honey.” Moxxie reached over to kiss his wife before she left the booth. Neither of them missed how intensely Blitzø observed them, completely shamelessly. Like this was a regular occurrence, which it was, truth be told. Blitzø had no concept of privacy or personal space, and often watched them through the windows of their apartment. A few times, they had even caught him videotaping them getting it on. 

Sometimes, Moxxie wondered if it was because he was painfully lonely. It seemed to him like Millie, Loona, and himself was the only company that Blitzø ever had. Aside from the royal Goetia, of course, but Blitzø never really talked about him, unless they needed Stolas’ grimoire to access the living world, in which case, Blitzø would be gone for the night. It was obvious, even to Moxxie, that they were only allowed to use the powers of the grimoire because of the sex Blitzø and Stolas had.

A transactional fucking, as Blitzø liked to call it. 

“You look really stupid when you’re deep in thought, you know that?”

Moxxie rolled his eyes. 

“Thank you, sir. I’ll try not to think in the future.”

“Shouldn’t be too hard for you,” Blitzø purred and ran a claw down his spine. Moxxie immediately straightened with a sharp intake of air, then glared at Blitzø while trying to ignore the way heat coiled in his lower stomach. 

“What? Don’t act like you didn’t like that.” 

Moxxie sighed. Much to his annoyance, he was right. But, that also gave him an idea, just to fuck with Blitzø. Metaphorically, of course. 

He leaned in close to the bigger imp, sitting up slightly on the seat so it was easier to murmur into his ear. 

“I really did like it. Do you think you could do it again, sir?”

Gambling on addressing Blitzø by his more formal title really paid off. He stared out in front of him, as if transfixed by something in the distance, but he breathed in so sharply that Moxxie could hear it. 

“What in the fuck?” he then asked, sounding a tad out of breath and turning his head to look at Moxxie, who shrugged and sat back down on his seat, pretending he hadn’t said anything out of the ordinary. 

Blitzø puffed out his chest, leaning in close against Moxxie, who knew he was about to get attacked. Where was Millie when he needed her?! How long could it take to get three beers?!

He breathed heavily already before Blitzø said anything, but when he did, his words were accompanied by a claw slowly sliding down the length of his spine again. 

“Don’t worry, Mox, I’ll make that little head of yours blissfully empty.”

Moxxie tried to remain calm, but couldn’t ignore the way his cock throbbed, or the way his heart skipped a beat. He knew he was blushing hard, but he had a feeling he hadn’t really stopped blushing since the first time tonight. 

With half-hooded eyes, he turned his head to look at his boss. He even bit his lower lip in that way that female imps and demons always did. It looked so ridiculously seductive when they did it, so he really hoped it had the same effect on Blitzø. 

“How would you do that, Blitz?” he asked quietly, tuning his voice to a lower pitch. 

Blitzø had clearly not expected Moxxie to play along, and scooted a bit backwards, away from his employee. Moxxie followed him, letting his tail wrap around his boss’ ankle. 

“I didn’t take you for the kind of guy to leave someone hanging,” he purred, and although his voice trembled, this didn’t deter him. It also didn’t seem to matter to Blitzø. “So, come on, won’t you tell me all about how good you’d make me feel?”

“Mox,” Blitzø croaked. He tried to push further back when Moxxie advanced on him, but misjudged the distance between his hand and the booth, and ended up on his back on the seat. Moxxie saw his chance and seized it. 

Slithering onto his boss to straddle him, he realised how hard Blitzø was when he sat down on him. 

It made a shudder ripple through him, and he let out a soft moan. 

“Mox, you’re married! To someone way out of your league, granted, but you can’t just---”

“And I already told you it’s fine. Thank you for the insult, by the way. Very nice,” Moxxie said dryly, leaning down on Blitzø and caging him in by placing his hands on either side of his head. He glanced out at the bar, realising that they were not being shy or quiet, and that other hell creatures could easily see and hear them. 

For once, this didn’t deter him. 

He must be more eager than he thought. That, or the one shot he had had was just that strong. 

That had to be it. There was no way in Hell that Blitzø got him so worked up. That would be ridiculous!

But when he looked down at his boss’ wide eyes and slightly open mouth, he knew it wasn’t just the alcohol talking. There really was something about Blitzø that got him going. He couldn’t put his finger on it, and at the moment, he also couldn’t care less. 

“What do you mean, it’s fine?” Blitzø asked. 

Moxxie rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time that night. 

“It means that Millie and I have an agreement, okay? That’s all you need to know for the time being. Now, shut up,” Moxxie said, rather gruffly, and crashed their mouths together. Blitzø made a surprised sound in his throat, but when Moxxie didn’t relent, he seemed to melt into it. 

One of his hands came up to rest on the back of Moxxie’s head, the other taking a firm hold of his waist. A full-body shudder wrecked through Blitzø, making his cock bob, and Moxxie, who usually wasn’t very smug, smirked. 

“Do you like that, sir?” he purred. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Blitzø groaned, pulling Moxxie firmer against his body to deepen the kiss. Moxxie let out a pleased sigh and slid his hands over his boss’ massive horns. Reaching the base of them, he rubbed the skin slowly, and Blitzø moaned. An honest-to-Satan moan of pure bliss. 

“So that’s your good spot,” Moxxie murmured against his lips, his own twitching into a wide grin. 

“I’ll kill you if you spill about it,” Blitzø said, trying to sound threatening but only managing an ounce of menace in his voice. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Moxxie promised and pushed his tongue into Blitzø’s mouth. Blitzø went rigid before a shudder made him sag back against the seat, and he pushed his own tongue against Moxxie’s with a needy sound.

Moxxie’s mind was reeling. How many times hadn’t he fantasised about this? Maybe not this exact scenario, but the general gist of it; having Blitzø beneath him, kissing him, making him feel good? He sure couldn’t count it on one hand, and probably not on two, either. 

He couldn’t help a moan of his own, and felt Blitzø’s lips tug into a smug smile. 

“Feels good, doesn’t it, Mox?” he purred, sliding one hand up to his horns and grabbing one of them firmly to yank his head back. Moxxie yelped, trying to look indignantly down at his boss, but his body betrayed him by shuddering. “But I’ll do you one better,” Blitzø continued, and suddenly sat up, his free hand steadying Moxxie on his lap, before sinking his teeth into his neck. 

Now, Moxxie was no stranger to the rougher genres of sex. He was familiar with certain aspects of it, and knew what he liked. Unfortunately, he hadn’t counted on Blitzø to know as well. However, when Blitzø bit his neck, Moxxie went rigid, and his hands fisted on his boss’ back, bundling in his coat. 

“Blitz!” he gasped, and upon hearing his name said in such a shrill tone, Blitzø growled low in his throat and pushed Moxxie on his back, covering him with his own much bigger body. Moxxie craned his neck, a sharp whimper rising into his throat and spilling out between his gritted teeth. Being granted better access to the expanse of unmarked skin, Blitzø groaned shakily, and sucked on the flesh. He tugged sharply on Moxxie’s horn again, and Moxxie moaned loudly, prompting him to slap his hands over his mouth, looking mortified. 

Blitzø released his throat and grinned down at him. 

“How’s that for making you feel good, bitch?” 

Moxxie made a sound of immense embarrassment, covering his face with his hands. Blitzø laughed and, in a moment of true vulnerability, stroked Moxxie’s cheek so tenderly it was almost like a lover’s gentle caress. 

“It’s okay, Mox,” he whispered. A beat of silence. Then... “What exactly is this agreement you have with Millie? How far can we go?”

“As far as we want.”

Blitzø narrowed his eyes. 

“That’s awfully fucking vague. Anything that’s off limits?”

Moxxie removed his hands from his face to instead stroke Blitzø’s shoulders. 

“Remember who you’re talking to. I’m sure you’re way more experienced and wild in bed than I am. I don’t... know what my limits are.”

“I don’t know, Mox,” Blitzø said, grinning, “you were the one who made the first move, and you were the one to pin me down in a booth in a public bar. Should I have you arrested for public indecency?” 

Moxxie laughed softly. 

“With all due respect, sir, we’re in Hell. Public indecency is an access card.” 

Blitzø shrugged. 

“How about the arresting part, then?” he purred, wiggling his eyebrows and making Moxxie’s skin erupt in goosebumps. “Interesting. Should’ve known you’re secretly a fucking freak! It’s always the quiet ones.”

Moxxie groaned and rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help but smile up at Blitzø. 

“Wanna get outta here?” Blitzø then asked, gesturing towards the exit with his head. The way the light caught in his beautifully curved horns had Moxxie speechless for a second. 

“S-Sure,” he mumbled.

They untangled themselves from each other, and Blitzø was gentlemanly enough to help Moxxie to his feet. 

“What about Mills?” 

Moxxie looked around; he couldn’t see her anywhere. Pulling out his phone, he saw a text from her. It said:

Have a good time, honey! I hope you’ll tell me all about it tomorrow ;)

He held his phone up to Blitzø with a trembling hand. 

“Good enough for me. Let’s go.”

They managed to get home without being too handsy with each other and draw the attention of others, but the second the front door was slammed shut, Blitzø crowded Moxxie against the wall. 

“Now’s the time to back out if you’ve changed your mind,” he growled and bent forward to suck on the faint mark he had already made. His hands were on Moxxie’s hips, pinning him to the wall. 

“In your nightmares,” Moxxie moaned, squirming slightly in Blitzø’s grasp and reaching up to grab the back of his shoulders. 

They were still in their clothes, and Moxxie was desperate to get out of them. He was painfully hard and aching for any kind of touch. 

“Safeword?”

“Strawberry,” Moxxie whispered without even having to think about it. He and Millie didn’t use safewords, but ever since fantasising about Blitzø, and especially since being given permission to have sex with him, he had become aware that a safeword was probably a good idea. So, he had come up with this one - strawberry. Simple! 

Blitzø snickered. “Strawberry, really?”

Moxxie rolled his eyes. 

“It’s not something I’d normally scream during sex, which is the point of a safeword! Now, do you want to fuck me or not?”

Blitzø’s eyebrows shot up on his face. Moxxie once more wanted to bury himself. 

“So you are a fucking bottom.”

“Excuse you, I contain multitudes!” 

Blitzø laughed, but it was oddly... fond, and cupped Moxxie’s cheek. 

“Sure you do. Between being pegged and wanting me to fuck you, I’m sure you have it in you to be on top. Somewhere deep inside. Very deep.”

“You’re really not speaking very well for your case.”

“You know I’m right. Anything I can’t call you?” 

“Let’s take that as it comes. I can’t... can’t think straight,” Moxxie admitted, breathing shakily as Blitzø slid his hand from his cheek and down over his chest, skirting over his stomach before ending by his cock, stroking the sizable tent in his pants. 

Blitzø leaned against him, purring into his ear. 

“You’re bigger than I imagined.”

“You’ve imagined my cock, sir?”

“Of course. Everyone imagines everyone naked and what they’re like in the sack!”

“I... I really don’t think that is---”

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you strip for me, right now,” Blitzø rumbled, his voice leaving no room for arguments. Moxxie shuddered, and began undressing. Blitzø pulled back, lounging on the nearby couch so he had a proper view of Moxxie. His tail flicked slowly from side to side, his pupils blown wide and taking in every one of Moxxie’s moves. 

Moxxie didn’t waste time or energy trying to be sexy. He knew he would fail spectacularly at that, anyway, and just focused on getting out of his clothes as quickly as possible. 

“What’s the rush, baby? We have all night. Not that I don’t appreciate how eager you are, of course,” Blitzø grinned, and had to suppress a shudder when Moxxie walked towards him in all his naked glory. He looked self-conscious; rubbing his right arm with his left hand, the tip of his tail pointing downward and swishing anxiously, his gaze darting around the room and very clearly trying not to look at Blitzø. 

“Looking good, Moxxie,” he purred, trying to soothe his nerves. “Come sit on Daddy’s lap, and I’ll make you feel so good.”

Moxxie flushed deeply, but sheer surprise made him lower his hands. 

“Did you... did you just call yourself Daddy?”

Blitzø grinned and spread his legs to make room for Moxxie. 

“Don’t pretend you’re not a fan, I saw how it made your cock twitch.” 

Moxxie made a sound of deep shame but nonetheless moved to sit between Blitzø’s legs. Nestling his back against his boss’ chest, he was immediately enveloped in his scent and arms. He inhaled deeply, closed his eyes, and exhaled just as deeply, leaning his head back against Blitzø’s shoulder. 

“I’ve just... I’ve never played with that aspect of sex,” he mumbled. 

“No surprise there.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Moxxie huffed, a shiver rippling through him when Blitzø slowly stroked down his arms. 

“You don’t exactly scream ‘daddy’ vibes, Mox.”

“Oh, and you do?” 

Blitzø snickered, sliding his claws over Moxxie’s sides. 

“Face it, Mox, I’m just a whole other league than you.”

Moxxie rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help but press himself harder against Blitzø’s chest when he dragged his claws across his inner thighs. 

“W-Who of us has a wife, huh?”

Blitzø’s claws dug into his thighs, and Moxxie yelped. Squirming in his grasp only made the claws sinker deeper into his skin. He breathed shakily, closing his eyes tightly. That felt... so fucking good. 

“And who is going to let his boss fuck him because he just can’t resist him, hmm?” 

Moxxie moaned. Blitzø’s hands were so close to his cock, yet they seemed so far away, and it was driving him insane. He writhed again, making Blitzø snicker. 

“What’s the matter, baby? Do you want Daddy to touch you?” 

“Don’t call yourself that,” he croaked, his skin heating up and erupting in goosebumps. He hated the way his cock bobbed, making it painfully clear that he was into it. 

“Are you gonna be disobedient? Gonna be bratty, hmm?” Blitzø grinned, but there was something in his voice that threw Moxxie off for a second. There was want in his voice, a wanton need, like he wanted Moxxie to be bratty and disobedient. 

“Is that what you want?” he asked, needing to know if he was correct. Blitzø was suddenly quiet; something that Moxxie took to mean he was correct. 

“Well, then you can go fuck yourself,” he then said, making a move as if he was going to leave. Blitzø immediately grabbed his thighs tightly with his long claws, pulling him back against his chest and growling into his ear. 

“Don’t fucking move unless I tell you to,” he snarled, and Moxxie hated how eagerly his cock bobbed at the rough treatment. Yet, despite his body’s reactions, his mind reared. This was not right. It felt wrong. It felt bad. Something inside him lurched. Memories of his father flashed in front of his eyes; his father calling him a disobedient little bitch, his father ordering him to do things that felt wrong, his father hurting him, his father making him hurt... others.

He felt sick. 

This needed to stop, right now, or he might actually suffer a panic attack. 

“Do you unders---”

“Strawberry,” Moxxie croaked, abruptly, staring down at the couch with eyes that suddenly stung. 

To his credit, Blitzø’s voice was immediately soft when he spoke, and he gently wrapped his arms around Moxxie. 

“Okay. It’s okay, Mox. It’s me.”

Moxxie grabbed Blitzø’s arms tightly, breathing hard. He hadn’t realised how tense he had gotten, but now that he was aware, he began trembling as his muscles tried to relax. 

“It’s alright, Mox. I’ve got you. It’s just the two of us. We’re alone. Just the two of us.”

“I-I’m sorry, sir,” Moxxie began, but Blitzø gently, yet firmly stopped him. 

“No, none of that, Moxxie. No apologising, and no ‘sir’-ing me. You know my name, and at this point, you can use it. We’re there. We’ve reached that point.”

Moxxie nodded slightly, lifting his hand to wipe his eyes. 

“Do you need tissues?”

He shook his head vehemently, and the very thought that Blitzø might leave - even if just to grab the nearby tissues - made him cling to his boss’ arms again. 

“Okay. It’s okay, Mox, I’m not going to leave,” Blitzø reassured him, squeezing him against his chest. 

Moxxie took a deep breath and let it out slowly. 

“That’s it,” Blitzø praised softly and kissed one of Moxxie’s horns. 

Moxxie tensed in his arms.

“What did you--- did you just...” He trailed off. 

Blitzø shrugged, chuckling softly.

“I had saved that for when I wanted to drive you mad with desire to have me rail you, but it seems that you need the comfort more right now.” 

A beat in silence.

“And maybe we don’t mention that part to Mills,” he then said, sounding sheepish. Moxxie smiled weakly.

“Sorry, sir--- Blitz. Millie and I share everything.”

“Disgusting,” Blitzø laughed, pressing his face in the tight space between Moxxie’s horns to nuzzle his white, fluffy hair. 

They sat like that, quiet, for a little while. When Moxxie finally breathed easy again, Blitzø tentatively released him from the tight grip, and seeing as Moxxie didn’t panic again, he fully let go of him. 

Gingerly turning Moxxie around, Blitzø’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, stroking one of Moxxie’s horns before cupping his face with both hands. 

“What do you need?” 

Moxxie lifted his hands, but seemed hesitant for a few seconds, before he gently grabbed Blitzø’s wrists. 

“Can you... can you kiss me?” he mumbled, averting his eyes. He felt like a fucking idiot, but he could unpack that later. 

“Look at me, please?” The sheer gentleness in Blitzø’s voice drew his gaze, and then Blitzø smiled a bit wider. “That’s it. Thank you. Keep your eyes on me, okay? Don’t close them.” He kept his voice soft and kind as he stroked Moxxie’s cheeks with his claws. 

Moxxie nodded, and Blitzø closed the distance between them to kiss him. A soft sound escaped him, but he kept his word, and kept looking at Blitzø, who also maintained eye contact. 

“That’s it,” he praised, making Moxxie shudder. Well, if tonight wasn’t full of emotional whiplashes... “Relax, I got you.” 

Moxxie whimpered quietly and pressed himself into Blitzø, who slid his hands down around his body, grabbing his hips and pulling him against him. Moxxie let himself be pulled, but also moved his own arms around Blitzø’s neck, desperate for physical contact. 

“Look at you, doing so well for me,” Blitzø continued softly against his lips, pulling all air from Moxxie’s lungs. His cock, which had gone flaccid in his panic attack, was starting to bob again. Heat once more swirled and coiled in his lower stomach, spreading through his entire body to make his claws tingle and his skin erupt in goosebumps. 

“Now, can you do something for me, Mox?” 

Moxxie nodded, and only pulled back because he was in dire need of air. He felt woozy and lightheaded. 

“What is it?” he asked, his voice rough and quiet. He cleared his throat, Blitzø smiling. 

“I just want you against my chest again. I want to take good care of you.” 

Moxxie shuddered at the implication, then moved into the desired position, nuzzling himself firmly back against his boss’ chest. It felt good. It felt safe. 

“That’s good,” Blitzø murmured, rubbing Moxxie’s shoulders and upper arms soothingly before moving down over his abdomen. Moxxie automatically sucked in his stomach. If he noticed, Blitzø didn’t comment on it. Upon reaching his thighs, he gently stroked the claw marks he had left earlier. 

“Sorry about these,” he mumbled, and Moxxie couldn’t help but smile. 

“It’s fine, Blitz. It felt good. Well, right up until... you know.”

He felt Blitzø nod behind him as he leaned in over him, caging in Moxxie in his arms. His claws dragged over Moxxie’s thighs, making him shudder, before he took Moxxie’s cock in his hand and began stroking him. 

Moxxie inhaled sharply, pushing back against Blitzø. There was something deeply arousing about having Blitzø practically loom over him as he stroked his cock; something he wasn’t sure he could articulate properly. But, Hell, why would he need to articulate it, anyway? Why shouldn’t he just lean back and let himself enjoy this? 

That’s exactly what he did. He relaxed in his boss’ grasp with a shuddering sigh, leaning his head back against Blitzø’s broader body. 

“That’s it, Mox, just relax, let me take care of you.”

Blitzø was starting to get worked up again, having also gone limp when Moxxie had panicked. Moxxie could now feel his cock against his lower back, and judging from the throbbing, he wasn’t small. He swallowed heavily, wondering if he would be able to take it all. There was a sizable size difference between him and Blitzø, after all. Not just in height, but also in cock, it would seem. 

“Blitz,” he whispered, not really knowing if he wanted to say more, and in that case, what he wanted to say. Maybe he just wanted to let his name roll off his tongue like that. It did feel really good. 

“I’m here,” Blitzø said, in the same hushed tone, continuing to stroke him until he was fully hard. “Look at you, responding so well,” he continued, and... was that a slight tremor to his voice? Moxxie wasn’t sure, and didn’t comment on it, knowing that Blitzø most likely wouldn’t appreciate that. 

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes, Blitz,” he immediately moaned, arching his back slightly against Blitzø’s sturdy chest. “It feels... it feels really good. Your hand has a firm grip, but it’s not too tight, and---”

“Okay, Mox, there’s no need to hyper analyse the situation. Just focus on how it makes you feel.” 

Moxxie blushed, bobbing his head in a nod. 

“Sorry.”

He closed his eyes. Blitzø gradually sped up, pumping him harder, and with time, Moxxie began bucking his hips, pushing his cock into Blitzø’s hand. At this point, his breathing was hard but shallow, and his eyes closed tightly. He was focusing so intensely on the pleasure coursing through him that he was only vaguely aware of Blitzø’s free hand on one of his horns. His claws scratched over the sharp angles before grabbing it, then pulled his head back firmly, but still with enough gentleness that Moxxie could pull free if he wanted to.

Which he didn’t. 

No, he moaned deeply, a full-body shudder wrecking him. 

“It’s okay, I got you,” Blitzø positively growled, and oh dear, he was getting really worked up, wasn’t he? His hips were beginning to buck slightly, and it was clear to Moxxie that he was really trying to stop them from doing it. Something about this made him moan again, but this time, it was a sharp, choked off sound, like he was being strangled. 

Fuck it. No pain, no gain, right? Besides, it wasn’t like he hadn’t been fucked before. Millie was a big fan of pegging him, and truth be told, so was he. This was slightly different, though; it was his boss, and he wouldn’t be penetrated by a strap-on with a toy, but an actual cock. 

He swallowed hard. 

“Blitz,” he moaned, squirming slightly but without moving much; Blitzø’s grip was simply too tight. “Blitz, can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” Blitzø replied, but it sounded forced, like he was speaking through gritted teeth. 

“Will you fuck me? Please?” 

Blitzø went rigid as he inhaled sharply. 

“You sure? I don’t... I mean, I’m not gentle.”

“I’m counting on it,” Moxxie whispered, relishing the way Blitzø now shuddered. 

“Then fucking Hell yes, I will.”

Moxxie laughed softly. 

They unwrapped from each other and went to the bedroom where Moxxie crawled onto the bed, Blitzø right on his heels. 

“Aren’t you... going to undress? You’re still in your suit...”

“Nah,” Blitzø simply replied, and pushed Moxxie onto his back to kiss him hard. Moxxie whimpered, but arched himself into his boss while eagerly returning the kiss. 

“Let me at least see what you’re about to shove in me,” Moxxie whined, and Blitzø snickered against his lips. 

“So forward, Mox! But since you asked nicely...”

He pulled back and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock. 

On one hand, Moxxie wished he had never asked to see it. On the other hand, he almost salivated at the sight. Definitely above average in length and girth, the underside of the shaft was littered with small barbs that looked like they would hurt. The head of his cock was also framed by spikes, not unlike the spikes on his head and back, only way, way smaller - thankfully. 

“Can I...?” he asked, reaching out a hand and looking up at Blitzø. 

“Be my guest.”

He tentatively touched the barbs, and Blitzø let out a shaky sigh, leaning his head slightly back. 

They weren’t too rigid, but actually felt slightly malleable. Spurred on by Blitzø’s grunt as he ran his hand around the shaft, Moxxie enclosed his cock in his hand and began stroking. 

“Moxxie...” Blitzø growled, a warning lilt to his voice. 

“Just testing, sir--- I mean, Blitz.”

“You know what? Changed my mind,” Blitzø said with a wide grin and pushed Moxxie on his back again, pinning his hands beside his head and relishing the way he shuddered. “Call me ‘sir’. Is that... okay?” 

He crashed their mouths together in a fierce kiss that stole all the air from Moxxie’s lungs. He kicked his legs slightly, squirming, but Blitzø was stronger and effortlessly held Moxxie down; something that Moxxie hadn’t known he was into. But now that Blitzø did it, he saw stars, and moaned shakily. 

“Yes, sir,” he whispered in-between kisses. 

“Good. On your hands and knees, now,” Blitzø growled and pulled back again. Moxxie wasted approximately zero seconds, immediately turning over and pushing himself onto his hands and knees for Blitzø. He was trembling all over, and his cock dripped pre-cum onto the covers. Embarrassing. 

“Where do you keep lube?” 

“Bedside table,” Moxxie whispered and pointed towards the top drawer of the bedside table with his tail. 

“Within reach. Of course.” Blitzø leaned in over him - Moxxie tried very hard to suppress a shiver - and opened the drawer with slightly more force than necessary, nearly tearing it out. He found the purple bottle of lube and resumed his position behind Moxxie. The cap was popped open, and a few seconds later, Blitzø lifted Moxxie’s tail before touching his wet, sticky fingers to his hole. 

Moxxie moaned and shoved his face into the pillows. It wasn’t like he didn’t like being prepared, but whenever he got pegged, he was always so excruciatingly horny that he wanted to be stuffed sooner rather than later. Thus, he made more sounds than he normally would, and he couldn’t help himself; he pushed back against Blitzø’s fingers as they circled his hole. 

“Oh, someone is eager,” Blitzø teased, stroking his hand down Moxxie’s spine. “You ready?”

“Please, sir.”

Blitzø let out a shaky growl and pushed one finger inside him. Both of the imps felt immense pleasure surge through them, but whereas Moxxie gasped loudly, Blitzø was more controlled, and simply worked his finger deeper, until he was knuckle deep. Now he was strangely quiet, however, knowing that if he said anything, the tremor in his voice would be evident. And he couldn’t afford to jeopardise his reputation as a hard-ass. 

He began thrusting his finger, applying another generous dollop of lube, and Moxxie shivered hard, squeezing the pillows tighter with his claws. His tail flicked from side to side, pleasure coiling in his belly and dripping from his cock. 

“Please, sir,” Moxxie repeated, nothing more than a shaky croak, and bucked back against him. “Fuck me, please, I can take it.”

“I don’t doubt that, Mox, but I’m not about to break you. Mills would tear out my spine through my mouth if I hurt you.”

Moxxie laughed breathlessly. Yeah. Yeah, she would. 

“So, I’m going to prepare you properly so you can take my cock without being a little bitch about it, okay?” 

A shudder went through the smaller imp before he relaxed, and Blitzø grinned down at the back of his head. 

“There you go. That’s a good boy.” 

Moxxie wasn’t prepared for being called a good boy, but it made something warm and sticky slosh through his veins. A gasp escaped him, and he inadvertently clenched around Blitzø’s finger. 

“So that gets you, huh?” Blitzø teased, his voice strained, and pushed another finger in beside the first. He groaned at the warm tightness, leaning in over Moxxie and supporting himself on his other hand. 

“Is that okay? Calling you a good boy?” 

“Yes,” Moxxie rasped with a tight voice. “Fuck yes, it... it really gets me good, sir.” 

“Good. Just checking in.”

With that out of the way, Blitzø began thrusting both fingers firmly. Pulling them almost all the way out before sinking them deep inside him again, he set a steady rhythm, working on opening a gasping and moaning Moxxie. When he started sounding a bit too relaxed, however, Blitzø added a third finger, just to keep him on his toes. 

“Fuck,” he croaked, making Blitzø grin widely. His forked tongue passed over his lips and tickled Moxxie’s cheek. “Sir, please, I’m ready.” 

“Ready for what?” 

“Come on, you know what!”

“Of course I do. I just want to humiliate you by hearing you say it.”

“You’re a real jerk, you know that?”

“Aww, thank you for noticing! Now, tell me what I want to hear, or you won’t get what you want.”

“Classy. Trying to pretend you don’t want it just as much as I do.”

“Eh.”

Moxxie rolled his eyes, shoving his face into the pillows again. He needed a moment to prepare himself, something Blitzø seemed to notice. 

“It’s okay. You don’t have to if---”

“Stop patronising me, sir, and start fucking me instead.” 

Blitzø shuddered, a wide grin draping itself over his face. 

“Now that’s more like it.”

He withdrew his fingers from his ass, and Moxxie let out a soft moan. There were a few seconds where nothing really happened - aside from Blitzø lubing up his cock - and Moxxie’s mind began rearing again. It had been a long time since he had taken an actual cock, and back then, it hadn’t been as big as Blitzø’s. Not to mention that Blitzø’s cock had fucking barbs! What kind of cock had barbs?! 

Just as he started mentally backpedalling, he felt the blunt, barbed head of Blitzø’s cock press against his tight ring of muscle, and the warm slickness instantly melted away his worries. 

This was going to feel amazing.

They moaned in unison as Blitzø pushed forward, penetrating him with slight difficulty. 

“Christ on a fucking stick, how are you still so tight?” he grunted, putting a hand on Moxxie’s hip while the other remained on the pillow next to his head. His claws dug into the soft fabric. 

“With all due respect, sir, you’re just very big,” Moxxie croaked, tripping over the words and doing his best to relax, thus allowing Blitzø deeper inside him. He breathed deeply, and Blitzø groaned loudly as he sank further in. 

Moxxie felt the barbs around the head of him scrape over his flesh, and went rigid. It didn’t... okay, it did hurt, but it wasn’t the sharp kind of unpleasant pain he had expected. Rather, it was a kind of pleasant pain he hadn’t experienced before, and he didn’t know how to explain it. All he knew was that it made his cock throb fiercely. 

“Fucking hell,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against the pillow. 

“Couldn’t agree more,” Blitzø growled, and began sliding deeper into Moxxie. He was almost being considerate, pushing forward at a slow pace, until Moxxie’s ass clenched around him. Then, all bets were off, and he slammed as deep inside him as he could, savouring Moxxie’s choked off gasp while he himself stifled a moan by biting his lower lip. 

“Fuck!” Moxxie cried out, trembling like a leaf. Blitzø finally straightened, grabbing both of Moxxie’s hips, and began moving. He pulled so far back that only his barbed head was inside him, and then pushed deep inside with a hard thrust, jerking Moxxie’s smaller body slightly over the covers. Moxxie groaned with each move, but despite the pain of the barbs - or maybe because of it? - he was enjoying himself immensely. 

As the seconds passed by, Blitzø’s thrusts got firm before turning hard, eventually becoming rough, and through it all, Moxxie thought he was going to black out from the onslaught of sensations. Not only was he being stretched almost painfully, but the barbs scraped over his flesh, enhancing the entire experience. The more eager Blitzø got, the harder the spikes became, until they almost hooked themselves into his inner walls. Only then did he grit his teeth, a faint wish that he hadn’t agreed to this flaring in his chest. It was snuffed out just as fast as it had appeared, though, when Blitzø reached around to stroke his cock. 

The touch made Moxxie gasp sharply. 

“Oh, you got so tight there, Mox,” Blitzø growled, pumping him leisurely. “It’s like you don’t even want me to pull out of your ass.”

Moxxie blushed hard, his hole fluttering around Blitzø’s cock. 

“Who would’ve thought that a little bitch like you---”

“Hey!”

“--- would take my cock so fucking well?” he continued with a grin, completely ignoring Moxxie’s exclamation in favour of fucking him harder. He was panting slightly, timing his thrusts with his strokes of Moxxie’s cock. 

With each pump of his cock, Moxxie gasped, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. Considering the many emotions he had been subjected to tonight, it was a miracle he was still holding it together. 

“Sir, I’m close,” he rasped, mortified by the fact that he was eagerly pushing back against Blitzø, but delighted that each move got a choked off moan out of his boss. 

“Then how about we up the ante?” It was a shaky growl, a shaky question that didn’t need an answer. Moxxie already had an idea what Blitzø was going to do. 

He was both right, and terribly wrong. 

Blitzø did squeeze his cock tighter, and he did pump him faster, but he also bit down into Moxxie’s shoulder, hard. This particular action sent Moxxie over the edge, and he came with a sharp cry, spilling into Blitzø’s hand and onto the covers. 

“That’s it, baby, come for me,” Blitzø growled, thrusting ruthlessly into him, desperately seeking his own release. Moxxie’s ass pulsated rhythmically around Blitzø as his orgasm overtook him, prompting him to groan and slam into him even harder. “Fuck, Mox, your ass is so desperate for my cock...”

Why was he being so vulgar, and why was it so hot?! 

Moxxie groaned shakily. 

“Where can I come?” Blitzø then asked, his voice a hard, tight line. Moxxie blinked slowly, feeling all kinds of warm and fuzzy and tingly. 

“Anywhere you want, sir,” he practically purred, and apparently, this was exactly the thing Blitzø needed to hear, because next thing Moxxie knew, he felt his cock throb and jerk repeatedly, and he knew he was coming inside him. 

Knowing this made him inhale sharply while Blitzø let out a string of curses, his claws digging harshly into Moxxie’s hips, pulling him back against him. 

On one hand, Moxxie wished Blitzø’s orgasm would have lasted longer - a part of him really wanted him to be full of his boss’ cum, apparently - but on the other hand, he knew that was unrealistic. 

“Fuck,” Blitzø eventually whispered when his orgasm had died out, and pulled out of Moxxie surprisingly gently. Moxxie still winced, especially when the barbs - once more soft and malleable - dragged over his sensitive flesh. 

“Yeah,” he agreed shakily, allowing himself to slump against the bed while steering clear of the pool of cum right below him. 

Blitzø joined him. That is to say, he laid down on his back next to Moxxie, stretching languidly, but remained within touching distance. Moxxie took full advantage of this, and rolled on his side to curl up against Blitzø. 

They were both quiet for a little while, both imps’ brains working in highest gear. 

“I’m really not trespassing, right?” Blitzø asked, sounding oddly... genuine. Moxxie couldn’t help but smile, and scooted closer. Tentatively, he put his head on Blitzø’s chest. While Moxxie was a huge fan of post-coital cuddling, he had a feeling that Blitzø wasn’t.

That begged the question; why did he allow it?

“You’re not. Millie and I have an agreement, as I believe I have told you a hundred times already.” 

Blitzø snorted. 

“Alright, Moxxie, there’s no need to get snarky, or I will have to shut you up.”

Moxxie grinned, feeling all sorts giddy inside. Elated, was probably the right word.  

“Gags and bondage gear are in a box in the closet, if you really feel like it,” he said as casually as he could, and by Satan, it was worth it, just to hear Blitzø choke on a sharp intake of air. 

Then his boss laughed, and it was warm and free and genuine. 

“And here I thought you two were all about ‘tender lovemaking’ and boring missionary with the lights off.”

“Yeah well, you learn something new every day.” 

They fell into a comfortable silence where Blitzø put a hand on Moxxie’s horns, stroking them gently. 

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow, okay? With Millie present,” Moxxie suggested. “We need to talk about what this means for all three of us.”

Blitzø hummed noncommittally. 

“Blitz.”

“I guess,” he then said, and Moxxie didn’t need to look at him to see that he was rolling his eyes. But at the same time, there was a smile in his voice, reassuring Moxxie that this hadn’t been a total disaster of an idea. 

“Good. Now that you have promised to stay, we should probably change the bed sheets.” Moxxie was about to get up when Blitzø pulled on his horn, forcing him to stay against his chest. 

“That’s your responsibility. You come, you change, as the old saying goes.”

“That’s not a saying in any way, shape, or form.”

“Well, I’m making it one.” 

Another few minutes of silence stretched out between them, and Moxxie was dozing off when Blitzø talked again. 

“So... do you freaks really have a box of gags and bondage gear in the closet?”

“No,” Moxxie yawned.

“Oh...” Blitzø sounded almost disappointed, and Moxxie smiled smugly. 

“It’s under the bed.”

#text #my post #helluva boss #helluva boss fic #blitzo helluva boss #moxxie helluva boss #millie helluva boss #loona helluva boss #helluva boss fanfiction #nsft #whats their ship name #i really need to know #ive seen people use bloxxie ?? #that sounds clonky but okay #anyway. #have the fic

[nroibdodyl3e1r]

Hi, here is chapter 2. still not sure if I will edit later ^^

summary: You're having an anxiety attack in high school and Dwayne reassures you. Ans you're finally going to start trying to get closer to him.

Olive's babysitter

Chap 2

You have slept very little and waking up is difficult. For once you are on time and even arrive a little early at school. The morning goes well even if you notice that you have more difficulty than usual to manage your anxiety due to fatigue. Tiana and Sophie join you before going to eat, you don't talk much and quickly take some food. Unfortunately, the cafeteria was very full today and soon your heart is beating fast, you hear everything louder and you are overwhelmed by your anxiety.

You get up and go outside alone to relax with some music on your headphones. Your CD player has become an indispensable part of your life, it allows you to cut yourself off from the world, helps you calm down, and avoid having anxiety attacks.

As you walk quickly down the hallway to get out, you pass Dwayne who sees you in pain. And just then he hears a loud "SHIT!" behind him, you had just dropped your CD player, and as it hits the floor you see pieces coming off "shit, shit, shit, shit" you complain, your heart just broke.

In a panic, you gather up all the pieces and run out of the building. You lie down on the grass with your head in your hands, teary eyed as you see your CD player in pieces.

Your only hope of calming your anxiety was literally reduced to nothing. You are shaking and crying your eyes out. You feel so helpless when your anxiety takes complete control of your mind. But then you feel a presence sitting next to you, it's Dwayne, he's handing you his headphones, and music is already playing. You feel so grateful and moved by what he just did. Your heart is beating fast but not because of your anxiety it’s your feelings towards him that are starting to grow into love.

Without a word you put on the headphones and recognize Teenager from My Chemical Romance which was released not long ago. You laugh lightly and tell him "is this the softest song you have?" giving him an amused look. After a while, you take off the headphones and look at Dwayne.

"Thank you, that helped me a lot," you say, giving him a little push on the shoulder. You stand up, "We're going to have gym class soon, let's go" you give him a big smile, who you don't know yet but makes his heart melt.

But you're quickly disappointed when you hear the teacher asking the class to run around the field. You hate running. (The fact is that when you see the bus leaving in front of you you don't even try to catch up with it.) Dwayne is doing very well, since he trains often to prepare for the army. You ? You're in the back of the pack, fighting for your breath. That's another downside of anxiety, you run out of breath quickly. Fortunately, afterward, the teacher announces that you are going to do archery today. You are relieved, it doesn't take much effort and you are in a group with Tiana and Sophie.

You shoot your first arrows and when the whole group has passed, you can go and get your arrows on the targets. Tia and Soph take theirs off first and when it's your turn, you can't take them off. You pull with all your strength but they don't move, amused your friends try and they also fail. Apparently, your arrows are strangely too deep in the target. Dwayne comes along, takes them out and gives them to you. And he leaves as quickly as he arrived. For the second time since yesterday you are completely in shock. It's not like Dwayne to help anyone, especially in public.

Tiana and Sophie look at you with their eyes wide open. 

"Y/n?"

"What?"

"Did Dwayne just help you?"

"Yes." You answer quickly stillin shock.

"Dwayne? The guy who doesn't talk to anyone and looks at everyone with a constant look of disgust?" says Sophie.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Okay, we'll have to talk about this." Tiana says confidently.

The class goes on and Dwayne often comes to help you. You don't know what to do except say "thank you" and blush every single time.

As soon as you leave the locker room Tia and Soph catch you. "You have some things to tell us here. Dwayne is not going to act like this for no reason so tell us" Soph tells you knowing her curiosity and how stubborn she is you don't really have a choice but to tell her everything.

"Basically I babysit his little sister every night, so we spend some time together at their house. At first, he was completely ignoring me as he does with everyone else but as time went on he became less distant. But it's especially yesterday that everything became strange."

"and what? you can't stop here... explain!"

"ok, but please don't tell anyone, you promise?"

"yeah sure!" they exclaim at the same time.

You lower your voice as if he could hear you even tho he wasn't there. "Yesterday when I was doing my homework on their living room table, I got stuck on my English essay. And he came over and offered to help me. It was the very first time I saw him come to someone for help. So I accepted and we went to his room, he corrected my paper and gave it back to me. He even told me not to hesitate if I needed help. I was in shock all night." 

"oh my god!" shouts Tia.

"you know what that means?" said Soph.

"I'm not done..." Suddenly you're embarrassed to tell them this. "remember earlier I ran out of the cafeteria, it's because I was starting to have an anxiety attack so I go out to listen to some music. I dropped my cd player and it broke, I started to have a big anxiety attack and he came and lent me his cd player and sat next to me until it got better. And you saw what happened in gym class."

Soph looks totally serious all of a sudden "don't turn around stay natural but he's looking at us through the window of a classroom."

"oh no no you think he knows we are talking about him?" you panic.

"Don't worry, he can't know" Tia reassures you. Soph still serious " Y/n. I think he might have a crush on you.”

"What? I'm really not sure. Maybe he sees me as a potential friend but not much more." You answer as you feel your cheeks flush. You know you won't be able to hide your blush from them for long.

At this point, Tia as serious as Soph "do you have a crush on him?"

"Well..." you thought about lying to them but you know them they will investigate everything you do to find out "yes... for a while now".

They laugh out loud "it's obvious. What are you going to do?"

"uh nothing"

"what ?! but it's obvious he has a crush on you too you can't just do nothing!"

"oh, and what's your plan Einstein? a plan that doesn't involve him never wanting to see me again and me losing my job."

"It's true that it's not easy," admits Tia. 

Soph thinks for a second "I know! you're going to take Tia's bike, go buy him a little gift to thank him for all his help and you see his reaction. I'm really a genius." she said with pride. "I need my bike," Tia snaps.

You think about it for a while and say "Oh I can't believe I'm going to do this.. but I don't have a better plan..." You turn to Thia and pull out your best acting chops "Tia please, I'll bring it right back; pleeease." You even kneel down.

Tia sighs loudly. "Okay."

"Thank you Tia, if my plan works it will be because of you!" bursts Soph with joy.

"Thanks Tia" You say as you hug her.

You leave with her bike as soon as you can. You already know where you are going. While riding you feel the nervousness growing inside you. What if he doesn't like this album? What if he realizes that you have a huge crush on him? and he hates you for it. Two or three blocks later you arrive at the music store. You first go to the CD players and you soon realize that you won't have enough money to buy a new player and a present for Dwayne so you settle for only his present. You already know what you are going to get him. You know what CDs he has and what he likes since you come to their house every day. So you buy the perfect album with confidence.

#paul dano #danonation #paul dano x reader #little miss sunshine #lms #dwayne x reader #dwayne hoover #dwayne hoover x reader

[dot-hpg]

Um so it's Family Time for the holidays and of course that means I can't stop thinking abt this wip. Wrote it all very fast ages ago and never got further because hurting them is so much easier than making it feel better after (im sorry)

So here's some proof that I still go here with some lovely hypervigilance induced panic :))) I want to add more and maybe I'll post it on ao3 when I do, but this one was so personal that I had to not look at it for months after I spilled it all in a night and I still don't know how to fix it

it's basically Joey and a panic attack + mentioned bad past home life, and I promise his friends want to help but the comfort doesn't really show up yet. I just wanted to post it idk

word count 1k

enjoy ??

[break]

Joey knows. He knows he’s safe now. He knows he isn’t back there. He’s at Corey’s, and he hasn’t been There in a long while. Doesn’t have to go there ever again.

He knows his friends, and he knows they know. Knows they’ll protect him, as they have before.

They would never hurt him, no matter how angry they get. They sort their problems out differently. I mean, they’re still a rowdy bunch and he knows that it can get loud. He knows that doesn’t always have to mean fear. He’s learnt that, with them.

So he knows he’s safe in a bed that feels more his own than his last one, even if it’s in Corey’s house. And he knows he should have nothing to fear.

But right now, he’s woken up to the sound of raised voices, and that side of his brain hasn’t even had the time to blink. The noises are straight down his spine, tugging his eyes open and pulling the wires in his muscles.

No time to rationalise, it’s all how his body trained itself without him even noticing.

The sounds that yanked him from sleep by the scruff of his neck clamour in his ears. They’re from beyond these walls, but somehow that makes it so much worse, because he’s just waiting for them to arrive here, not knowing what the problem is yet but knowing something is happening and he has to keep alert. Try to prepare.

It’s still dark so maybe they’ll think he’s asleep: check. Gotta keep that up by staying still. Quiet.

Which is sort of difficult. If his body wanted to be practical and keep him laying low from the danger, why is it simultaneously sending shocks of panic that won’t let him rest? He’s struggling to catch his breath before he’s even started holding it, oh my god they’re going to hear him-

He draws his knees to his chest, desperate to shrink. Pushes his face into knees and pillow, gasping short breaths, wishing his lungs would just stop altogether.

A shaking hand fists the duvet, itching to pull it over his head. But he has to keep an ear out, and his breathing is making it bad enough. Bad enough that each sound of voices feels half like it’s from his imagination. It’s through a wall after all, and he always breathes at the wrong second and it drowns it out so maybe the person behind the voice is calmer than he hears it, distorted until its shrieking echo has him rocking.

He's rocketed straight from sleep into a hyperventilating mess, each sound another jolt of white hot fear through him.

He doesn’t feel safe. He’s in a room but it doesn’t feel like his, even the duvet piled around his frame leaves him feeling exposed.

It’s not Corey’s house anymore. He doesn’t know, or stop to think, about whose house it is, because the feeling is the same. The lack of control, the wishing you could scream back or lock the door, and that it would somehow keep them out.

But there’s nothing he can do to stop it, stop them.

He’s been waiting for the footsteps, and when they come it’s like everything rushes to him at once. His hands bound, dropped into a nightmare. You can close your eyes and wish and wish because every step closer feels wrong and you don’t want someone who makes you feel like that any closer, someone who poisons the air with their wavering voice and puffy eyes.

But that won’t stop the slam of the door or the moment they step over, when that voice snaps and cuts. And you have to take it. Even though you can’t.

Because this is their house, and their walls will always reel you in to a distance they can grab. A distance they can leer at you with their hands around your throat.

They’ll keep you in arm’s reach too, so they can ask you why you’re overreacting. Why you’re still upset. Why the waterworks, huh, just come here. Come here come here and the walls don’t budge so you can’t say no even though you don’t want to touch them-

“Joey?”

Nononono he doesn’t know what he’s done. He can’t remember at all, his mind’s grey and body’s locking him in. He’s shaking, but he can’t break out. There’s nowhere to go anyway. He battens down the hatches and waits for what’s coming, the bullets to break through the holes that never healed from the last time.

“Shit, Joe-”

The voice is quieter, but closer.

Joey’s paralysed for a blink, short-circuiting with the panic of not wanting anyone closer, before his legs manage some kind of miracle. They feel robotic, but manage to shove him back and into the corner. The jerky movement forces a whimper from his mouth, squeezing its way between his stunted breaths.

He stubbornly tugs his blanket up around him. Refuses to look up, though his jaw clenches from the feeling of someone getting nearer.

And he doesn’t want to look up because that sounded like Corey. Someone who shouldn’t be this scary, but here Joey still is, fighting with the air he’s breathing and whining like a fucking baby.

He wants to press his hand against his mouth, but he makes it stay put, curling so tightly into the blanket he can feel his nails through it, digging at his palm. He bites down on his lip, bites down on everything. He’s already beating himself up for not getting a lid on it, but pressing it down only makes the pressure shoot out through any crack it can find.

His body’s fighting back, he can’t help it. Can’t help the shaking of his muscles, which tighten, crunch him up smaller.

The bed dips and that’s when he knows he’s too far gone. Slipping down that chasm where it feels like no way out, just panic driving itself and dragging him along for the ride. Swallowing him right back to places he never wants to go back to.

He doesn’t want to be There, but he can’t open his eyes either. Maybe it would help – so why isn’t he fucking doing it?

His breath is noisy through his clenched teeth, but it doesn’t feel like it reaches anywhere near his lungs.

It nearly drowns it out.

“…to me, Joey. Listen. No one’s angry, yeah? Can you hear me?”

#my writing #vent fic

[skyderman]

Fight And Flight Both Freeze

Summary: An accident during a blizzard on a mountain pass forces Kaire to save his close friend from certain death.

Word Count: 2.3k CW: description of anxiety/panic attack and mild dissociation, snowstorm/freezing

“There’s been an accident.”

A gust of cold air forces its way through the now-open doorway. I look up. I’ve been sitting in the corner of the main room in the house, huddled in the heat of the furnace, staring into that flame. Wondering what’s been taking them so long to get home. I guess now I have my answer.

Eren is standing in the doorway, looking rattled. Her jaw is set in the way it only is when she’s very serious, and my father stands up as soon as he and Eren lock eyes. “What kind of accident?” he says.

“The path collapsed.” She’s tough and resolute, but can’t hide the worry in her voice. “Two of them are safe, they arrived ten minutes ago. The other two…” She glances at me. The motion betrays what she’s trying not to say. I can already feel my head beginning to spin. Eren seems to choose her words carefully. 

“One of them is stranded on the far side, and the other… fell.”

Anxiety is kindling in the furnace of my chest. 

“Is Rem okay?” I blurt the words out before I can stop myself. I have to know. 

Eren looks at me like she’d rather pretend I’m not there. She hesitates, and the look on her face is all I need to see. I look away, not to spare her from saying it out loud, but to brace myself for the storm that’s about to engulf my thoughts. 

It hits me like an avalanche. I can feel my hands start to shake. I grab my knees in an attempt to get them to stop. This isn’t happening, I think. Not to Rem. Not Rem. How badly are they hurt? How long have they been stranded? What if they’re not— 

I quickly force the thought away before I can follow it any longer. I can’t move, so I just stare at my whitening knuckles as Eren catches my father up to speed.

“How close are they?” 

“Just about a mile down.” 

“Go to the neighbors, see if you can get three or four strong people together and gather as much rope and pickets as you can find. And whatever else you can carry.” I feel his gaze turn to me, like the beam of a lighthouse. Don’t ask me, I think. Don’t ask me. Leave me behind. You don’t need my help.

“Kaire, you’re coming too.”

My heart drops. I clench my teeth because my hands won’t stop shaking, even though I’m white-knuckling my knees. I look back into the furnace and see flames leap and jump, oblivious to the state of emergency the house is suddenly in. The sounds of my father preparing melt into the crackle of the fire. For a minute everything slips away, and I’m alone with the fire and the snowstorm of my thoughts. Then my father thrusts my furs into my arms, and I force myself to stand up.

By the time I get outside, wrapped in layers and layers of cloth and fur, Eren and my father are standing in a huddled group of  four other strong villagers, equipped with ropes and ice picks and the like. A proper rescue team. The two survivors are there too, and I feel a brief flash of resentment towards them. Rem should be standing here, I find myself thinking. Everything would be okay if anyone else was in their place.

 The guilt quickly catches up. How can you say that? I chastise myself. No one deserves to be stranded in the middle of a snowstorm. Heartless. Heartless. 

As I approach the team, already locked in internal combat, everyone gives me the same sweeping glance that Eren did when she first warned us. The storm in my brain continues to brew as I look at my feet and wait for the team to finish its preparations. 

We leave immediately, the survivors leading the way. It’s impossible to see more than fifteen feet in any direction, even with the kerosene lamps every other person carries, which swing uncertainly in the heavy, screaming wind. The cold slowly penetrates my extremities, and I imagine it laughing at me, as if any attempt to stop it is pointless, futile. But I’m not cold. I can’t be cold, not with my heart pumping like this. Each step forward is like the rowing of a ship’s crew, and my heart is the drum. Snowflakes and apprehensive thoughts swirl through my head, but the drum beat at the center of it all is Rem, Rem, Rem.

I have no idea how much time has passed, but finally I hear shouting up ahead. People shuffle into action around me. I’m nothing more than a shadow.

I pull myself out of the drum beat and look around. I can see where the thin mountain path has fallen away. In the dancing lantern light I can just make out someone on the far side, huddled against the cliff. She yells something, and my father responds over the heads of the rescue team as they work.

“ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” 

“I’m okay!” comes a woman’s voice over the chasm. With a pang I recognize Rem’s mother. 

“Hold on, we’ve got you!” Eren shouts, undoing a coil of rope with both hands.

Rem’s mother cries out again. “Rem!” she yells. “They’re down there! They’re hurt!”

Her screams echo in my ears. The rest of the world goes silent. I feel numb, like I’m floating outside of my body. I don’t even realize I’m moving until I fall to my hands and knees at the edge of the cliff, searching.

There they are, silhouetted against the ground. A scream of my own bubbles out of my throat.

“REM!”

Rem’s voice drifts to me over the screeching wind. “Is that you, Kaire?” 

Their voice sounds so small. 

“We’re going to get you out of there, Rem!” my father bellows from somewhere above me. I’m frozen, like a rabbit staring into the eyes of a hawk.

“I think my leg is broken!” Rem’s voice drifts up again.

“Just sit tight and don’t move!” my father calls to them, then speaks to me. “Get away from the edge, Kaire.” He lifts me by my shoulder and it’s like I’ve been pulled out of icy water. All around me people move with purpose. I stumble out of their way towards the cliff face, and turn my back to it. Time is moving too fast and not at all.

A woman is talking to me, but I don’t really hear her. It takes me a full minute to realize it’s Rem’s mother. So she made it, I think absently. I can’t understand what she’s saying, and eventually she’s pulled away by my father. He talks to her for a while, offering her some words of comfort and reassurance that feel meaningless to me, a spectator. Every second that passes seems to confirm that the worst is real and happening. 

Rem is trapped. Rem is trapped, and they’re going to need me.

The thought is sobering. Suddenly I’m hyperaware of what’s going on around me. I notice every movement from the rescue team, hear every urgent word, feel every snowflake that hits my face. All of it is futile. 

“It’s no use,” Eren yells over the wind. “We can’t make it down to them, and even if we did there’s no way we could get them back up. It’s just too steep.”

My father sighs and rubs his forehead. I know what’s coming. I know what’s about to happen, and I can’t take it. I beg whatever power exists to make him say anything, anything else.

But the look in his eyes is resigned.

“Kaire.”

“I can’t,” I say. 

My father turns fully towards me. He is taller than the mountain, and more immovable. He is a tower in the snow looming over me. I can barely feel my hands begin to shake as he places his hand on my shoulder.

“Look around, boy. We can’t reach them.”

I look. People are talking at Eren, but she is rubbing her mouth skeptically. Someone leans over the edge on his stomach. Rem’s mother is sobbing in the arms of another survivor. And I— I am standing with my back to the cliff.

“I didn’t want to use you, I still don’t. But I know you won’t let Rem die.”

“I can’t…” The words shamefully suck themselves from my throat. “If I’m not strong enough…”

“You’re our last resort. If you don’t do something, then nothing can be done.”

It sinks in: there really is no other option. I feel the blood fall from my face. Everyone goes silent as I walk to the edge of the cliff, each step the drum beat that my cyclic thoughts swirl around.

I can’t let them die. I can’t let them die. I can’t let them die.

I reach the edge and kneel, pulling my right hand free from its glove. It instantly begins to quiver in the freezing air, but I ignore the tingling pain of heat being siphoned from my skin and place it on the snow. I close my eyes.

I can’t let them die. I can’t… 

The snow drinks the heat from my palm. I hate it for that, I hate how it steals my warmth, how it’s hunger is never sated. I try to push that resentment from my mind and force my breath to steady.

I focus on the feeling of the biting cold. I put my mind there, into my palm, into the snow. I call to it.

Its response is quiet, warping slowly like a ripple from my hand. I can feel the team watching me in tense silence. I can feel my father’s eyes on my neck. I push it all away and call to the snow again, and it responds much more quickly than I expect, its own will hungrily leaping towards mine. I flinch, and a wave of spikes protrude across the surface of the snow that I quickly reign in. I hear a few gasps and many feet shuffling back, and my father urging them to make some space. 

Idiot! I think. Get it together. 

I call once more, extending my will to the surface a few feet around me. It is so easy to lash out. So easy to react to its sharp sides, to follow a quick thought as soon as it ignites. The difficulty has always lied in control, with the temperance that is vital for calmness. It is like a fox that has stumbled upon a rabbit: in the instant they see each other they are frozen, their instincts screaming at them both to leap, each waiting for the other to make the first move. In those precious seconds, fight and flight both freeze.

Focus, dammit!

I do. It’s time. Satisfied with my control over the snow around me, I extend my will further. Away from my hand, down the cliff, further and further away, feeling the edge of the ground, of rocks, the thickness of the snowy blanket. The flickers of ice in the air. I don’t think about how this is the farthest distance I’ve ever maintained. I don’t think about the crowd of silent watchers behind me. I don’t think about Rem. I don’t think about Rem.

“Be ready, Rem!” my father shouts. The snow spikes and wavers as my concentration is torn away, but I pull it back with an angry grunt. I have to pause for a few seconds to regain total control, and I think I feel a bead of sweat roll down my cheek. I shake away the anxious thoughts that threaten to hail in my mind, leaving just me, and the snow.

Forward, forward, down. Down, until the ground levels. I sense the human-shaped imprint in the snow where Rem surely lies. Their leg is definitely broken. And now comes the hard part.

I take a deep breath. Nothing else matters right now. The wind is invisible. The only two people in the world are me and Rem.

With as much controlled strength as I can muster, I will the ice to rise. It’s heavy. God, it’s so heavy. I feel like I’m trying to lift a boulder with my bare hands. I have to concentrate. I have to go slow. My heart is screaming at me to pull Rem close, but if I go any faster than this the ice will spike again, or it’ll throw them, or I’ll drop them, or something else will happen that I didn’t think of. But the outcome will be the same. Go slow, or they die. Hold it together, or they die. I can’t let them die.

My vision is completely blurred. I feel like I’m buried under a hundred feet of snow. Every once in a while a desperate thought sends shock waves through the ice, but I manage to swallow them, to force them back in line. It feels like I’ve been here for hours, suffocating. 

And then, I hear my name.

I open my eyes, and look into Rem’s. They’re pained, and almost frozen shut, but there’s a sparkle of amazement in them that brings the blood back into my cheeks.

I hear Eren shout behind me, and two people rush forward to help Rem onto the path. Rem holds out their arms desperately for them, and they’re pulled away from my pillar of snow, which becomes instantly lighter. I lift my straining hand away from the ground, and the ice falls away uselessly in pieces down the cliffside. Every muscle in my body relaxes and I let the relief wash over me with a shiver.

“Kaire?”

Rem’s voice. 

My head still spinning, I stand up and turn to them. Before I can reorient myself they throw their arms around me, and without another thought I grip them with all the strength I have left. They put their weight on me, and I know I can hold them up for however long they’ll need.

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Short soft story :

Alfendi hated fireworks, he hated every single loud bang to be honest, since Forbodium loud sound maked him anxious as if Keelan Makepeace was going to shoot him again.

Katrielle entered the Mystery Room slamming the door and jumping toward Lucy, they both looked extatic.... Alfendi wasn't, he knew that today a big firework festival was going to happen near Big Ben, the girls were talking about it since the beggining of the week, they had been calling eachother everyday to organize the whole thing, talking about what time is the best to be in front, who could come with them, what snacks to bring ... He wanted to be part of the fun but he knew that as soon as the first firework would explode he would start to have panic attacks ... the sound of it remembering him of that dreadfull night so he just ignored the girls and went back to work. The girl were still talking about it when Lucy asked the dreaded question :

"- Do ya want to come with us prof ?"

He looked at her, she was smilling, he didn't really know what to answer to her, he wanted to tell her the truth but a loud voice in his head told him to "shut up I don't want her to know that we are a fucking coward". Kat was the one to break the silence

"-Al won't come he is scared of fireworks

Potty came on front and said

-I'm not scared you idiot ... I just don't like it ... and I don't have to justify myself to anybody especially you !!

Lucy understood

-is this because of what happened 4 years ago ?

Alfendi was shocked, how did she understood so fast ? He didn't know what to say so he just nodded, Lucy looked at him and said

-ya know my pop did the war and he's also scared of fireworks, it's giving him flash-back of the bombs and gun getting shot.

Katrielle looked at her brother, he was shocked, she finally understood and said

-how could I have been so dumb ... of course it was that .... I'm sorry Al

Placid was back, he just sighed and said

-It's okay ... I would not have come anyway ... have fun tonight girls."

Lucy knew that Alfendi was lying she could feel it. This time she wasn't going to let him stay alone because of what happenned four years ago, she said with a determined look on her face

"- I know how to help ya come and have fun with us, the sound of the fireworks wont be a problem.

Both Kat and Al looked at Lucy with surprise, Alfendi was the one breaking the silence

- And how are you gonna do ? I'm very curious now.

-you'll see prof it's a surprise.

She winked at him, he wasn't convinced, Kat saw it and said with a big smile

- Let's make a bet : If Lucy and I manage to make you enjoy the firework with us you will have to invite both of us to eat in a restaurant of our choice.

- but if you can't ? What is in for me except a big panic attack and your two butts kicked by the other one ?

- Lucy and I will have to eat at Flora's house for a month.

Lucy looked confused, she didn't understood why eating at someone house was a bad thing but when she looked at Alfendi's face she understood that it was a bad thing, he said

- Make it two month and you have a deal."

Kat and Alfendi shook hands, Lucy looked confused but she also was happy that Alfendi was willing to do it.

After an hour Lucy finished her work and left the Mystery Room with Kat, they had some things to buy for tonight. Alfendi just went home to prepare himself, he was anxious, he asked himself why he had accepted the deal, Potty was insulting him so hard in his head but he couldn't blame him, he knew that the night was going to be horrible.

After some times Lucy and Katrielle were at the meetup point, they had everything, the snacks, the drinks and ... a bag that Lucy was holding tight, in this bag was the possible key to a perfect night and a delicious meal in a restaurant. Ten minutes later Alfendi arrived, he was wearing his signature stipped shirt and his hair down (witch was a pleasent surprise for Lucy who had never seen him without his ponytail), she noticed how anxious he was so she came to him and said :

"- Ya look good prof, with yer hair down like that it's a killer look.

He laughed a little bit then said

- Don't get used to it, I'm only keeping them down because we're not at work.

Lucy smiled

- Of course prof, are ya ready for the fireworks ?

He sighed and said

- Of course not, I regret even accepting the offer but ... if I can see you and Kat eat at Flora's place for two month it might be worth it.

- How bad is the food at Flora's place ?

- Just imagine colliflowers and ice-cream with pasta mixed into a soup.

- Yuck !

- Yup that is one of Flora's greatest receipes.

- Lucky for us we are going to win the bet.

- I hope you do, it would be sad to see you die from food poisoning."

Lucy looked at her watch, the firework was going to start really soon, she took her bag and asked

"- Prof could you bend down please ?

- Wait why ?

- Just do it please."

He sighed and bent down, Lucy grabbed something in her bag and putted it on his ear, it was noise canceling headphones, the best one on the market, at first Alfendi was confused but when he heard the silence around his he understood, he looked at Lucy she was getting a whiteboard out of her bag and wrote on it

"No noise no problemes"

The firework started and when the first one exploded Alfendi didn't heard a single sound, he was flabergasted, he forgot how beautiful fireworks were, Lucy and Kat looked at eachother and giggled they had made it, Alfendi was here with them and he was smiling, he was having a good time, Lucy took her whiteboard and wrote :

"Do you like it so far ?"

Alfendi answered while giving her a genuine smile.

"Yes thank you Lucy, you trully are an angel."

She blushed and wrote :

"You're welcome, you deserve to have fun after everything you had to go through"

Those words touched him in his heart, he was thinking about a way to thank her but nothing came ... except one idea.

- Lucy do you want me to carry you on my shoulders ?

She looked at him amused and wrote :

"Like a piggyback ride ?"

- Yes, you know since I'm tall you could see the spectacle from a higher perspective."

She wrote :

"I WOULD LOVE TOO"

Two seconds later she was on Alfendi's shoulder, looking at the fireworks and laughing, for the first time in her life she was taller than everyone, the view was amazing. Alfendi was also laughing and enjoying the spectacle, for the first time in four years he felt normal, he was having fun with his best friend and his little sister, the voice in his head was silent, he was feeling good.

After the finale he helped Lucy get off his shoulder and took the headset off and said :

"- Thank you girls, I forgot how nice it was to feel like a normal human being.

Lucy laughed and said

- You're welcome prof.

Katrielle said while looking at her brother

-I do beleive you owe us a meal at a restaurant.

- You are right Kat so ... where do you want to eat ?

Lucy said laughing

- The burger place next to the Yard.

Kat Laughed

- Yeah Lucy told me that they make the greatest burger of London.

-Okay ladies let's go then."

They walked together still laughing and feeling good, it was a good night, a night that they would never forget.

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