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gh0--st · 9 months

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Hiiii I love your fics and you’re a big inspo for me! Here’s something to write if you ever feel like it/get bored

Luz and Amity get into some babysitting fiasco (like with Braxus or something) and it leads into Amity somehow getting tickled silly

Don’t feel forced and take good care of yourself!

Tysm! I like this idea a lot. Sorry if theres any weird spelling mistakes- i make these at like 3am do I can barely see what im typing.

Babysitting

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Summary: When Luz and Amity are tasked to watch Braxus, things take a fun turn.

Ler(s): Braxus, Luz.

Lee: Amity

This is a tickle fic, if you're not into that kind of stuff, please dont read this.

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Amity stood in front of Warden Wrath, his son, Braxus, hugging her legs. Luz was kind of standing behind Amity, staring at Wrath with narrowed eyes. "We'll take good care of him." Amity smiled and bent down a little, patting Braxus's head.

Wrath nodded, "I'll be back tonight. Be safe, my boy." He glanced down at his son. "Okay, Daddy!" Braxus talked in his natural deep voice. Neither Amity nor Luz could understand why a toddler had a voice that deep, but they tried not to question it.

As Wrath walked out of the house, Luz stuck her tongue out at him as his back was turned while Amity smiled down at Braxus, "Well, whaddya wanna do, buddy?" She raised an eyebrow.

Luz looked down at him too, "We've got all day, after all." Braxus thought before looking up at Amity again. "Can we read a story?" Amity smiled brightly and nodded. "Okay! Luz, can you please go get a book?" She turned to Luz who nodded and walked away to go find a book to read.

Amity turned back to Braxus. "While we wait, want a piggyback?" She raised an eyebrow. "Yes, please, Miss Amity!" He reached up. Amity nodded and crouched down onto his level. She was expecting to have to help him up but was surprised as he managed to climb onto her himself.

She wondered how the child could see sometimes, since she's never seen his eyes before, but she brushed it off and stood. She smiled as she walked around with him on her back. Every now and then, she would playfully act like she was falling before standing up again. It seemed to make it more fun for the boy.

He would let out the occasional "Wee!" Every now and then. She then started to act like she was falling again before standing, wobbling a bit. Braxus suddenly grabbed onto her ears to hold on, causing Amity to squeak and freeze.

Luz walked back in with a book and glanced at the two. Braxus turned his head to her, "Why did Miss Amity stop moving?" Luz raised an eyebrow. Amity seemed to be giggling a bit. Luz then noticed Braxus holding on to Amitys ears. She smirked, "You're holding her ears." She explained.

Braxus turned his head to where his hands were, "Does it hurt her?" Amity glanced at Luz, still giggling quietly as she made a pleading look at Luz. Luz just smirked mischievously, "No, it doesn't hurt. She actually loves it a lot and wants you to keep holding her ears." Amitys eyes widened.

Braxus nodded, "Okay!" He squeezed Amitys ears, causing the girl to break into a tiny giggle fit. Braxus tilted her head, "Why is she laughing?" Luz just chuckled, "she's ticklish." Braxus looked back at Amitys ears, "Oh, should I stop then?" Amity was still giggling, crouching down to sit on her knees so she didn't fall with Braxus still on her.

Luz shook her head, "Nah, she loves to be tickled. You should rub her ears while I do this." She smirked and walked up to Amity, crouching down and scribbling up and down Amitys sides. Braxus nodded and started to rub her ears.

Amity suddenly squealed at the feeling of Luzs tickles and her ears being rubbed, breaking into a large giggle fit as she squirmed a bit, scooting away. Braxus being on her back wasn't helping. It just gave him easier access to her ears.

Luz giggled as Amity scooted away, quickly getting closer to her and holding her down while also scribbling her fingers over Amitys belly. Braxus was still rubbing Amitys ears in silence. He seemed to be intrigued by this.

Amity kept giggling wildly and squirming but still trying not to squirm too much, so she didn't accidentally knock Braxus off of her. Luz just giggled as well, "Good job, Braxus! Miss Amity seems to reeeally be loving this." She gave Amity a smirk, getting a pouty look from Amity as she kept giggling, her face going a bit red.

"Does Miss Amity actually like tickles?" Braxus looked at Luz. "Yep! Hey, do you mind if I take care of her ears?" Braxus nodded and jumped off of Amity. "Hey, do me a favor and tickle her sides for me." Luz smiled at him before scribbling the shell of Amitys ears, elicting louder giggles from the girl.

Braxus nodded and started to poke and scratch Amitys sides, causing the girl to squirm more. Luz smirked and started to kiss Amitys ears, causing Amity to snort a bit, "Theres the snorts. You're doin good, buddy!" Luz praised Braxus with a smile before taking in a breath and blowing a raspberry onto Amitys ear, causing the girl to squeal before breaking into loud giggly snorts.

"Eek! LUHUHuz!! NOhho!" Amity squirmed more. Braxus started to poke Amitys ribs, getting more snorts to pour out of the girl. They continued their tickle attack a little while longer before Luz finally stopped, placing a hand on Braxus's head, signaling for him to stop.

Amity hugged herself, rubbing her sides as she kept giggling, her red face slowly fading. "You're the worst." She smiled softly at Luz. Braxus looked at Amity. "Did you like that, Miss Amity?" Amity bit her lip. She couldn't bring herself to say no, so she patted his head with a smile, "Yeah, I did, actually."

Luz smirked at Amity, who simply rolled her eyes at her with a smile. Braxus looked up at them, "Can we read the story now?" Luz and Amity glanced at each other before smiling, "Yeah buddy, I got the book right here." Luz lifted the book. Amity gently took it out Luzs hands and sat back against the couch, "Thanks, Luz."

Braxus walked over and sat beside her, making Amity smile. Amity then seemed surprised as Luz sat beside her, too, resting her head on Amitys shoulder. Amity smirked, "Okay, children, quiet now." She gave Luz a playful glance, causing Luz to huff and poke Amitys side. Amity giggled before smiling softly and opening the book, finally starting to read.

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Imagine being wrecked by a child and your girlfriend. Sorry Amity is so quiet, couldnt think of anything for her to say.

#the owl house #the owl house tickle #amity blight #luz noceda #lee amity #ler luz #ler braxus #lumity tickles

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little-lightning-lavellan · 1 year

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Thank you so much for the tag, @in-arlathan!

I’ve got a wee bit of the next chapter of Dueteragony to share today; while recovering I’ve been scribbling down bits of the next chapter when I’m not too tired, and I hope that this comes out okay! Thoughts on it would be greatly appreciated. 💖 (especially since I’ve farted it out and I’m not sure if it makes sense ergnierbheir)

Simply put: why in the world were there more than three people in this barn?

At the promise of a show, random gents from across the Inquisition’s ranks had met within the barn and were now conversing amongst themselves. And with Blackwall, Mellan supposed; most everyone there guffawed out with a distinctly masculine tone that she’d definitely heard echoing boisterously out from Skyhold’s tavern. Had he invited all of them? Was it because Dorian told Blackwall about this? He had to have, surely? She had to find someone’s shoulders to place her betrayal on.

Wrapping her arms tightly around herself, the smallest figure within that dusty space slowly made her way backwards towards the door. Waiting outside had been a better idea, anyhow.

“Ah, there’s her teacher!” Dorian called with a sudden clap, and swiftly, all eyes were honed in on Mellan - or more, the presence behind her. Before she even had the chance to turn around, Solas had an arm draped delicately across her shoulders; one part as to keep from startling her with his appearance, the other as to guide her back inside, simultaneously foiling her escape.

“Right, then. Took you long enough, didn’t it?” Dorian teasingly chided his fellow mage as he continued to herd Mellan deeper into the space, the men around them parting to make way. She hated every second of it, and he had to have known that. “And it certainly wasn’t to spruce up your attire for something more fitting for the occasion.”

“I believe everyone would prefer I save that for said occasion.” Solas answered in kind, the smallest hint of his own playful smirk marking his face. “I wouldn’t want to upset your sensibilities.”

“I’m sure,” the huffed he received in reply, having been had, before Dorian turned his back and called out among the men. “Right, now one of you did bring a lute as requested? Or am I going to have to simply count over all of you?”

Ah, so the crowd was partially his doing; some of the blame was covered. Still, Mellan wriggled slightly beneath Solas’ arm as instructions were doled out to the group, and made a silent vow to make several pointed steps onto the other elf’s feet in protest tonight. That, and get him to actually speak of what happened the night before.

Just because she wanted to tear her own hair out at the current predicament she found herself in, didn’t mean that her ‘teacher’ was getting out unscathed, either. She would drag him down right along with her if she had to. She wasn’t the one named after ‘pride.’

Tagging to see what you lovelies might have brewing (if you’re down to share!): @pikapeppa @because-im-hap-hap @rosella-writes @emerald-amidst-gold @oxygenforthewicked @varric-tethras-editor @blueheaded @drunken-drengr @layalu @dreadfutures @fiadhaisteach @bogunicorn @noire-pandora @palepinkycat and anyone else who might want to share~

#wip wednesday #solavellan #sollan #dragon age #dai #dragon age inquisition #solas #mellan #mellan lavellan #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #solavellan fanfic #wip

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rintarous · 4 years

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fwb!suna

hottie alert wee woo wee woo fbi arrest him also if you’ve read the timeskip in the manga and it briefly shows suna can i just fucking tell u like holy shit hes fucking h+t + p.s implied sex <3

you two probably met at a random party thrown by terushima

and he was kinda popular with the girls so he had girls beside him the entire time you first noticed suna

but little did you know he had eyes on you the moment you walked in

he’s definitely going to thank terushima for throwing this sick party my dude

as the night gets deeper the more you got yourself wasted

like duh? its a college party

same goes to suna but lucky for him, his alcohol tolerance is spot on

so a few shots of vodka and any more of that shit wouldn’t hurt him

and now you’re kinda wasted and shit just walking around the place, greeting people here and there

when your eyes landed on suna,, again for the 2nd time tonight

homeboy was kinda looking for you too the whole night

cs u were hot shit just like he was

and so you approached him

he’s kinda surprised that you were the first one who made a move on him

so a little chit chat here and there later he finally asks you the question

“wanna get out of here for a bit?” he whispers in your ear a bit seductively

and thats how you found yourself entangled with him under the sheets if ya know what im saying ;)))

but the entire time you guys were doing the deed, you two cracked jokes here and there

and this weird ass friendship was born

so you two both agreed to be friends with benefits whenever theres a party or u just need a good release

you didnt mind it cs you know for a fact after this party is over, you’ll never see him again cs you never saw him on campus anyway

so after how many rounds later you two are finished and you two go back downstairs to the party

like nothing happened

except for the fact your lips are swollen and theres a bunch of hickies on suna’s neck

ngl he really looks,,, hot

so tbh u were kinda lowkey bummed out that you might never see him again

what you didn’t know was he slipped his number on a piece of paper when he slid his hands on the back of your jeans

but u dont text him

CS UR SCARED BAHAHAHAHA

so fast forward a week later after that party

you were kinda lonely and u wanted to see him again cs duh friendship

you had this project for this one class you have and you and kita ended up being partners

but your project was about some theory about computers and such and you’re just like what the fuck??

luckily for kita, he knows someone who’s taking a computer related course or something related to your said project and guess who it is ladies

thats right it was suna fucking rintarou

“i know someone who can help us” kita says, grabbing his phone and scrolling through his contacts

“cool. what course does he take” you ask as you took a peek

“electrical engineering” - kita

boi u were shookt when suna comes rolling in the cafeteria where he was going to meet his friend

“hey kita-san” suna greets and when he turns to you he just had this biggest smile on his face

“holy shit it’s you” suna beams, glad he FINALLY got to see you again

and like right off the bat you were red again like how the fuck did you not notice him before

he was hot AND an intellectual

anyway

the three of you spent majority of your time working on your project at your apartment

cs it was closer to school and kita still has to go home to take care of his granny and shit so he leaves p early but he gets shit done so its okay

so you alr know what happens next

when u’re feeling stressed over this goddamn project of yours,,,

suna graciously gives you a quick fuck to let out your frustrations

and thats like every other day

man you were starting to be head over heels over that bitch at this point

he just knows where to hit it you know??

kinda hard not to fall for someone that attentive 👀

so gradually, those quick sessions of yours turned more affectionate?? if you say so yourself

like it isn’t as rough like it used to be anymore?? like he’s scared of hurting u or some shit

and u couldve sworn he gave you heart eyes when you two made eye contact during sex

which never fucken happens??

oh boi this dude got you wrapped around his finger

but what you didnt know is that its the exact same thing to him, you got HIM wrapped around your finger

so for the first time ever you ask him to stay over

“can you stay?” you mumbled, hiding your face away from him after your session

suna GIGGLES

“thought you’d never ask”

lowkey tho y’all spooned the entire night after cleaning each other up

and after that you two started avoiding each other

you were crushed dude

but you didn’t want to catch feelings cs thats against the unspoken rule you had with him when you two agreed to become friends with benefits

kita notices this and asks you what’s wrong

and you basically asked him his opinion abt your situation rn

and hes just like: “well if you like him that much, why won’t you just admit it to him? cause it seems like he feels the same way”

and u were like contemplating about it

so on the final day of working on your project,,, you decide to confront suna about your feelings for him

after kita leaves ofc

when he does leave, it turned awkward inside your apartment

like dead silence

as he was packing his shit back to his bag and you were like standing in front of your front door staring at him, hands shaking

“uhh suna?” you squeaked as he basically towered over you, “can i tell you something?”

suna flashes you his signature smile, “sure! what’s up?”

your mouth went dry and suddenly you don’t know basic words

you looked like a fish out of water just opening and closing your mouth a bunch of times

you just couldn’t find the right words nor express yourself so you did something you knew you did best,, you kissed him

you cupped his cheeks and kissed him like there was no tomorrow

and now suna was obviously caught off guard

he dropped his bag and his hands immediately went flying to your hips

he kinda pushed you against the door as you slid your tongue into his mouth, tugging his hair slightly

you pulled away first, putting your forehead against his, staring at his eyes

“i really like you” you mumbled, cheeks turning pink

suna has never felt this ecstatic

“fucking finally” he huffs out, kissing your nose. “i thought i was the only one getting attached” he smiles

and after this you two continued your previous actions and obviously ended up getting hot and steamy in bed ;)

the end <3

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcannons #haikyuu x reader #suna imagines #suna scenarios #suna headcannons #suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro imagines #suna rintaro scenarios #suna rintaro headcannons #suna rintarou #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarou imagines #suna rintarou scenarios #suna smut #suna rintarou smut #quenching my suna thirst

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clacefe · 2 years

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Bloodlines -- Chapter ⅵ.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x OFC

Summary: In this story, Emelia Clermont received her Hogwarts letter at the end of the fifth month of 1991. Read how she embarks on her Hogwarts journey with friends, enemies and maybe someone who's more than just a friend.

Hogwarts year: 1

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖎𝖝

Gif made by me

Students flocked onto the sunny grounds, finished with exams. Emelia had just exited the castle and saw the trio walking her way.

"I'd always heard Hogwarts' end of year exams were frightful. But I found that rather enjoyable. Weren't you stunned not to be asked about Elfric the Eager?" Hermione said.

Ron answered, "I'm stunned my head didn't explode." Then, he looked at his bespectacled friend, "Alright there, Harry?"

"My scar," he groaned. "Keeps... Burning."

"Well, it's happened before," Emelia butted in.

"Not like this..."

Harry glanced across the grounds at Hagrid, sitting in his front garden playing a flute. At his feet, Fang's eyes drooped.

"No..." Harry mumbled.

"Harry?" Hermione asked, concerned.

Harry started across the grounds. Hermione, Ron and Emelia glanced at one another and rushed after.

"Don't you think it's a bit odd, that what Hagrid wants more than anything is a dragon? And a stranger turns up who just happens to have one? I mean, how many people wander around with dragon eggs in their pocket? Why didn't I see it before?"

Harry explained to Hagrid what he thought, and Hagrid shrugged, continuing to polish the flute in his hand.

"Ne'er saw his face. Kept his hood up."

"Didn't that strike you as unusual?"

"Yeh meet a lot o' unusual types in the village. Ain't 'xactly usual meself."

"This stranger, though. You and he must've talked..."

"He asked what I did, the sorta creatures I look after. Tol' him after Fluffy a dragon would be easy."

"And did he seem interested in Fluffy?" asked Emelia.

"Well, yeah. How many three-headed dogs do yeh meet, even if yeh're in the trade? So I tells 'im, this stranger, the trick with any beast is ter know what calms 'em. Take Fluffy, fer example. Jus' play 'im a bit o' music an' he'll go straight off ter sleep–"

Hagrid stopped, horrified by his slip.

♔

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Emelia clung through the door, and Professor McGonagall looked up.

"We have to see Professor Dumbledore. Immediately." Harry demanded.

"I see. Well, I'm afraid Professor Dumbledore is not here. Only moments ago, he received an urgent owl from the Ministry of Magic and flew off to London."

"He's gone? Now? But this is important! This is about... The Philosopher's Stone."

Professor McGonagall nearly dropped the books in her hands.

"How do you know?"

Harry cut her off, "Someone's going to try and steal it."

"Nonsense. I don't know how you four found out about the Stone, but I assure you it is well protected. Now, run along." she dismissed them.

Harry led the others down the corridor.

"That was no stranger Hagrid met in the village. It was Snape. Which means he knows how to get past Fluffy."

"And with Dumbledore gone..." Emelia trailed off.

"Good afternoon," a voice called.

They froze. Up ahead, Snape stood, studying them.

"Now what would three fine Gryffindors and a Slytherin such as yourselves be doing inside on such a lovely day?"

"We were just..." Hermione tried to explain.

"You want to be careful. People will think you're... Up to something."

Snape eyed Harry, then turned away.

"What do we do now?"

"Go through the trapdoor. Tonight." Harry said, determined.

♔

Peeves rounded the corner, mumbling to himself as he juggled a trio of apples. Suddenly, he stopped, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"Who's there? You know you're there, even if I can't see you. Are you ghoulie or ghostie or wee student beastie?"

Nothing. Peeves smiled slyly, reached back, and hurled one of the apples. It streaked through the air and then disappeared in mid-flight. Peeves' smile faded.

He backpedalled frantically, turned, and swooped off the way he came.

Emelia stood as straight as a rod, all of her muscles tense with the effort not to move and make a sound. She released a small breath and looked at the apple in her hand.

She shook her head and continued her way to the third-floor corridor, leaving the apple behind.

She met the three Gryffindors at the door, and the thrum of music could be heard.

"How didn't you get caught?" Ron asked.

The three had used Harry's invisibility cloak.

"Disillusionment charm. Most people can see through it, but the ghosts can't. I almost got caught by Peeves."

He nodded and Harry pushed the door open and they found a giant quivering nose and yellow fans dripping with saliva.

"Wait a minute. He's..."

Ron got cut off by Emelia, "Snoring."

Harry pushed the door further and the light from the corridor fell on a tiny harp playing by itself.

As they entered, Harry took a flute from his pocket. "Suppose we won't be needing this now. Look, it's obvious Snape's already got past Fluffy. If you three want to go back–"

"Don't be stupid," Ron scoffed.

"We're coming," Hermoine backed him up.

They all looked at Emelia.

"I already came the whole way from the dungeons. I'm not going back. I'll get caught."

Ron shook his and mumbled, "Typical Slytherin."

"Right then. All together now."

Straining mightily, they put their shoulders to the massive paw that laid across the trapdoor. Once done, Harry flung it open. Below lied only darkness and a faint whistling wind.

"I'll go first." Always the heroic one, Harry. "Don't follow until I give you a sign. If something... bad happens get yourselves out–"

He stopped, "Does it seem a bit... Quiet to you?"

"The harp," Hermione realised, "What happened to the–"

Something wet and sticky hit Ron's shoulder.

"Yuck! What's this ruddy stuff–"

Slowly, they all looked up. A monstrous, drooling shadow darkened their faces. Fluffy. Awake. Hungry. Each head pondered its own particular snack and then with a mighty growl, swooped.

Instantly, the quartet pitched themselves into the darkness.

♔

Emelia plummeted down a glittering shaft, tumbling head over heels, down, down, down, until...

She landed in something soft and yarnlike, followed quickly by Ron and Hermione. A tiny square of light –the trapdoor– glimmered far above.

"That was cool..." Ron remarked.

"We must be miles under the school," Harry assumed.

"Lucky this plant thing's here, really."

"Woah!" Suddenly, vines snaked out Ron's back collar and encircled Harry's chest.

Emelia's eyes widened as a vine encircled around both of her arms.

"Stop moving!" Hermione ordered. "All of you! This is Devil's Snare! You have to relax."

An imaginary lightbulb appeared above Emelia's head. She recognized the name and relaxed her muscles immediately.

"Kill us faster? Oh, now I can relax!" she heard Ron shout as she was sucked beneath the vines.

Emelia heard shouts of her name and Hermione's as she and the other girl dropped to the floor. Eventually, Harry came through, too.

Ron screamed for help.

"He's not relaxing, is he?" Hermione sighed.

"Devil's Snare, Devil's Snare. Dances in the dark, delights in the damp. It's deadly fun, but will..."

"Sulk in the sun!" Harry finished Hermione's sentence.

Hermione whipped out her wand, pointed it at the vines hanging from the ceiling, and sent forth a bright burst of white while shouting, "Lumos Maxima!"

The plant withered and an opening formed, the vines snapping free of Ron.

He landed heavily and looked up."Lucky we didn't panic."

"Lucky Hermione pays attention in Herbology," Harry corrected.

Just then, they detected a sound. A rustling, a clinking. The four exchanged a glance and began descending the staircase.

"What's that?" Emelia asked.

"I don't know..." Harry answered. "Sounds like wings."

♔

The four entered a brilliantly lit chamber where hundreds of jewel-bright birds fluttered below a high arching ceiling. On the opposite side was a heavy wooden door and, floating in the centre of the chamber, a single broomstick.

Ron and Hermione began to cross to the door, gazing in wonder at the strangely beautiful creatures overhead.

"Curious. I've never seen birds like these," Hermione analysed the creatures.

"They're not birds... " Harry studied them.

Ron and Hermione turned, seeing Harry and Emelia standing by the floating broom in the centre of the room.

"They're keys. And I'll bet one of them fits that door," Emelia finished Harry's thought.

Hermione tested the doorknob and nodded.

"Locked," she confirmed.

"Alohomora!" Ron tried.

Hermione turned and saw Ron waving his wand at the knob. No good. It was still locked and he shrugged.

"Well, it was worth a try."

Hermione peered up, "So what do we do? There must be a thousand keys up there..."

Ron examined the lock, "We're looking for a big, old-fashioned one –probably silver, like the handle."

He looked at the flying keys and suddenly pointed, "There! That one, see! With the bright blue wings!"

Fluttering within a pocket of brass keys was a larger, silver one.

"What's wrong with its wing?" Emelia asked.

"The feather's pinched. Probably from Snape catching it before us." Ron explained.

Hermione nodded and saw Harry still staring at the broom.

"Harry?"

"It's... Too simple."

"Oh, go on, Harry," Ron encouraged. "If Snape could catch it on that old CleanSweep, you can. It's not for nothing you're the youngest Seeker in a century."

Harry nodded uncertainly –still troubled– but slowly reached out nonetheless. As his fingers touched the broomstick, the keys exploded in a frenzy, hissing like wasps, swarming in great, glittering clouds.

Ron's smile drooped, "Well, this complicates things a bit."

As Harry kicked into the air, a seething cluster of keys fell like hard rain, chattering at his arms and legs, slicing at his skin, shredding his sweater.

"He'll be torn to pieces," said Emelia, wide-eyed.

Horrified, the three watched Harry soar higher, fending off the keys with his free hand until he snatched the silver key.

Instantly, he whipped downward in a wide, dizzying circle, trying to outfly the now furious keys. They shadowed his every move, drawing closer and closer, humming viciously as they began to chip at the tail twigs of the broom.

Desperate, Harry threw the broom into a reckless dive and, steering with one hand, flung the key to Ron. As the redhead dashed to the door, Harry soared back up, taking the raging keys with him, then circled back and watched Ron jam the key into the lock.

As the three scurried through, Harry rocketed straight after, the keys gaining once again, chipping at the tail of the broom like a buzzsaw through balsa wood. As the broom began to waffle, Harry gave one last burst of speed and soared through the open door.

Hermione and Ron flung the door shut just before the keys rained down like bullets.

They were blanketed in utter darkness, and Hermione's voice pierced it, "I don't like this. I don't like this at all."

Emelia whipped out her wand and lit it with a whispered, "Lumos!". It illuminated little more than the trio's faces and some vague shapes looming ahead.

"Where are we?" asked Harry. "A graveyard?"

Harry stepped forward and –suddenly– one of the shapes moved towards them. Hermione gasped. The shape stopped.

"This is not graveyard..." Ron realised.

He took an unlit torch from the wall and it lit up as soon as he touched it. As he painted the floor with light, a spark spit from the torch and ignited a trail of fire.

"It's a chessboard."

Sure enough. As the chamber glowed with light, a kind of battlefield was revealed, studded with faceless soldiers.

"But what're we to do?" Hermione asked.

As she took a tentative step onto the board, a bishop's stone sword dropped heavily down, barring her way.

"It's obvious, isn't it? We've got to play our way across the room." Ron turned to the bishop, "Excuse me... Are we meant to join you?"

The bishop nodded, "Brilliant."

He turned back to the other three, "Now don't be offended, but I'm really good at chess–"

Harry nodded, "Just tell us what to do."

"All right. Harry, you take the empty Bishop's square. Hermione– you'll be the Queenside castle. Emelia, you'll be a Rook. As for me... I'll be a Knight."

"What happens now?" Hermione asked.

"We play."

♔

"Wait a minute..." Harry pointed to the Queen. "She's made the same mistake I always make. If I go there, she has to take me, and the King is exposed!"

Ron nodded, but it was clear he didn't share Harry's enthusiasm.

"There's just one problem with that. It's you that has to go on, Harry. I know it. Not me. Not Hermione. Not Emelia. You."

"No, Ron..."

"What is it?" Hermione asked.

"He's going to sacrifice himself."

"No. There has to be another way!"

"Do you want to stop Snape from getting the Stone or not!" Ron turned to Harry, "You understand, right, Harry? Once I make my move, the Queen will take me. Then you're free to check the King."

Harry stared at Ron –an understanding between them– then simply nodded. Ron gripped the reins then and, without a word, drove his horse forward. Instantly, the White Queen pounced. As Ron hit the floor, Hermione screamed. She started to go to him when Harry held up his hand.

"No! Don't forget we're still playing."

Hermione nodded, staring at Ron. Harry stepped forward. The White Queen moved to block, but it was futile. Harry stared at her, eyes full of hatred, then stepped forward, placed his trembling hand on the cold stone of her gown and, with the gentlest of shoves... Toppled her.

"Checkmate."

As a veil of dust hovered, the White King removed his crown, let it roll from his fingers, across the stone floor, where it came to rest at Harry's feet. Harry stared at Hermione's stricken face.

"If you can, go to the Owlery and send a message to Dumbledore. Ron's right. I have to go on."

Hermione nodded, and Harry and Emelia continued to the next room

#harrypotter #philosophersstone #oc #dracomalfoy

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5-falsehoods-phonated · 3 years

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Dee Little Snake

Series Summary: Janus uses age regression as a way to destress but has little control over it whenever he grows upset. Trying to keep a secret like that can be hard when you’re only four years old, and thus family bonding ensues in a way nobody expected, least of all Deceit.

Chapter 4: Safe at Night

Chapter summary: Patton can't sleep and Dee doesn't want to, so Logan offers a solution to fix at least one of their problems.

Warnings: mild angst, if there's more please let me know.

Taglist (ask to be added or removed): @a-different-s1de @emo--nightmare

General taglist (ask to be added or removed): @janus-is-an-adorable-snek-boi @logans-library @im-an-anxious-wreck

WC: 2,358

Pulling just so to settle his sweater sleeves in their usual knot against his collar bones, Patton shut his door quietly and continued down the hall. It was late, almost eleven at night, and Patton knew if anyone caught him awake at this hour they’d call him a hypocrite. He and Logan were constantly nagging the others to get to bed earlier- Patton admittedly less so just because he knew how easy it was to accidentally binge Parks and Rec into the wee hours of the morning. Shaking his head he decided it didn’t matter, as long as he was quiet no one would notice anyway.

He stopped outside Virgil’s room, the darkness beneath it not really telling him whether he was awake or not. Too often had he peeked in to check on him so find him sitting up with a blanket over his shoulders and his headphones on, scaring the daylights out of Patton the first few times seeing nothing but Virgil’s pale, spooked face streaked with leftover eyeshadow shining through the darkness. He hadn’t done it as much lately because of- well everything that was going on. He figured if he looked in and Virgil was asleep he wouldn’t want to ruin what little rest he got with how tense things had been.

With that depressing thought he turned to see Roman’s door a little ways down the hall. He hadn’t been coming out much lately, seeming to prefer the company of whatever magical entities he came up with in his world rather than what he could find in the common room. And that was...fine. It was completely fine, of course it was! They all needed a bit of a break every now and again and he couldn’t expect every member of his family to want to be around him all the time.

Except that it had been a few weeks since he had had his meltdown; a few weeks since he had gone back on everything he had ever known to be right and accepted De- Janus- into their lives completely and agreed to work with him rather than actively against him. And he knew- he knew how Roman must have taken it. How many times had he been confused about something but forged ahead anyway because everyone had seemed to need him to have the answers? He was the dad, of course he had answers! But then- those answers had changed as they had grown and earned experience and knowledge but was too stubborn to change along with it, so too then Roman had been. Roamn had had his world view flipped just as much as Patton had but Roman had trusted Patton’s insistence that he knew all the answers- and even when he began to admit he didn’t he remained resolute that there were things you just knew- and still Roman trusted that. Now that was wrong, so was Patton, and the one person Patton had always said did nothing but deceive he now knew was one to trust. But Roman was past trusting him, and after so many years Patton really couldn’t blame him.

He realized then how unsettling it would look for him to be simply standing in the middle of the hallway, motionless with a deep frown lining his face. Shaking off the melancholy he brought his hands to his face and rubbed up and down a bit more roughly than was necessary, standing his bangs on end but it fit the late hour so he supposed it didn’t matter. He glanced at Logan’s door but the more responsible side would most definitely be asleep by now so he didn’t even bother stopping, determined to make it to the kitchen to get a glass of water and maybe even cocoa before trying to turn in for the night. He could worry about his kiddos when he could string together more than two coherent thoughts that didn’t end with him feeling like he shouldn’t leave his bed for the next ten years at least.

He was going to walk past Janus’ room but paused and cocked his head to listen better. A faint tune could just barely be heard through the door though Patton couldn’t place what it could be. Was Janus playing music? Could he not sleep either? Maybe he’d be willing to join him in the kitchen for a late night snack if he wasn’t too tired; Patton could definitely use the company with the way his thoughts were straying tonight. Stepping closer so his feet were almost right up against the door jam he could see a very faint, warm light shining underneath, He leaned in and held his breath, straining to try and hear whatever it was that was playing. What he heard however only confused him further.

A child’s voice was singing a soft, wordless tune that didn’t seem to have any inspiration behind; just something simple seemingly to keep themselves occupied. Occasionally the tune would stop and they would mumble something he didn’t quite catch but then it would pick back up again just as quietly. Patton leaned away in confusion, sure that he recognized the voice but why-

Dee! Putting the pieces together only made him more confused. If Janus was regressed then why was he alone? And why was he still awake? From what he remembered Dee was only four so it was definitely way past his bedtime and more importantly he didn’t hear Virgil in with him, which definitely meant he was alone considering Virgil was constantly talking to Dee when they were together- much more than when Janus was out of little space but Patton suspected that was just something the’d eventually have to work out. Puffing his cheeks out he debated whether or not he should intrude. Dee was little, up late and alone but Patton had also only found out Janus regressed at all a few days ago and he honestly wouldn’t blame the kiddo if he didn’t fully trust him or want him around just yet, if he ever would at all. Virgil needed his rest, Roman was already mad at both him and Janus, Remus….well anyway- and he was ninety nine percent certain Logan would not be a side Dee would want to know about this.

The door cracked open before he could make up his mind, Dee’s fluffy curls making him smile even though he was internally panicking. Sure he was the more father oriented side but he didn’t know if he was actually good with kids last time he had just seen a crying child and wanted it to stop but this time he was the one almost in tears and he really didn’t want to cry in front of one of his kiddos when they were this small and-

A tiny hand slipping into his brought him out of his thought spiral and he found himself stumbling forward as Dee tugged insistently, leaving the door cracked behind them as he was led to a ring of stuffed animals surrounding a small electric candle. The smaller side let go and patted the space beside him as an offer to Patton, which he took somewhat nervously.

“I can’t do all the voices.” So saying he was handed a floppy stuffed elephant, the poor thing bending in the middle from lack of stuffing but certainly not from lack of hugs it had surely received. Dee picked up a stuffed tiger that was lying prone beside him, no doubt the one he had been playing with before he opened the door. It’s fur was a bit ratty and it was just as floppy as all of them seemed to be- in fact most of these seemed to be copies of Thomas’ old stuffed animals he had had growing up, finding a new purpose in his mind with his smallest side. Patton smiled at the thought of all their past friends finding new adventures with someone who clearly loved them just as much, running his thumbs over the elephants soft ears lovingly as he watched Dee get the tiger into position and begin moving it around in a strange sort of rhythm that looked like an odd sort of dance, picking up his previous humming with the most adorable look of concentration Patton had ever seen. The child looked up at him expectantly, making Patton realize he was probably meant to hum along to whatever performance the tiger was putting on for the rest of them.

Smiling softly he brought the elephant up and began making it dance, clearing his throat before humming quietly along with Dee. He really should be in bed but Patton was loath to ruin this moment. It was so peaceful- the electric candle flickered like a real flame and the lamp in the corner illuminated everything just enough to give the room a soft golden glow to it. The carpet was soft underneath him and the humming, nonsensical as it was, was soothing and just loud enough to remind him what he was doing. He wasn’t exactly sure what game they were playing but he didn;t mind not knowing the rules, happy to let Dee set the pace as he swayed from side to side with a small smile on his face. He wished so badly someone else was here to take a picture so he could keep this image in his head for the rest of his life, he didn’t remember Janus ever looking this content even when they were actually kids, and to see it now was as gut wrenching as it was heart melting.

“I don’t know what you’re listening to but if you could at least shut your door it would much apprecia-” Both of their heads snapped up, Dee immediately leaning back to hide most of his small frame behind Patton while said side clutched the elephant to his chest in panic. Logan stood still in the doorway, confusion clear on his face as he stepped in the room and shut the door behind him. “I didn’t mean to- I'm sorry, I can leave. I wasn’t aware-”

Dee poked his head out from behind Patton and waved, making Logan stop again mid-sentence to hesitantly wave back. Patton watched, still a bit tense, as Logan crouched down on the balls of his feet and smiled softly at the smaller side. “May I ask how old you are, Janus?”

“Dee!”

“I apologize, I’ll remember that from now on. May I ask how old you are, Dee?”

Patton smiled as Dee nodded vigorously, tiger still held tight to his chest as he held out four fingers. “I’m four!”

“A very good age to be, there are many milestones to achieve at four years old.”

“Milestones?”

“An action or event marking a significant change or stage in development.” Logan explained. “Most of those happen with a good night’s rest though. Why are you still awake?”

Dee looked down at the stuffed animals in front of his, rocking a little in place. “I wanted to play.”

“Activities like this are usually reserved for when it's daylight. Was there a reason you can’t play then?”

“Everyone else is awake.”

Patton set the elephant down gently. “You’re afraid someone will see you small if you play in the daytime huh?”

Logan pressed his lips together as Dee nodded, seeming to not want to elaborate. “Alright, that’s understandable. So Patton usually looks after you then?”

“No I just-”

“Vee! But he’s asleep.”

“Well, in the morning it might be a good idea then to talk to Virgil about how to better accommodate you during the day so that you can still play but not have to worry about anyone else walking in on. We might be able to square away a room for you or modify this one so that no one could enter without your permission, provided the door remains shut. How does that sound?”

“You could do that?” Dee’s eyes were enormous as he looked at Logan like he had just confirmed the moon was made of his favorite cheese.

Chuckling softly, the logical side adjusted his glasses. “Theoretically. But we need you well rested if we’re going to figure it out tomorrow.”

Patton smiled as Dee seemed to weigh his options, pouting slightly as he stood and made his way towards the bed. Turning off the candle and moving to set it on the night stand he reached for the blankets but stopped himself before he could do anything. “Do you want tucked in kiddo?”

Nodding shyly Dee laid back and clutched the tiger even tighter while wiggling into a comfortable position. Patton waited until he was done before grabbing up the thick comforter and carefully laying it over him, being sure to tuck it away from his face and loose enough that he could free his arms if he wanted. Smiling he squeezed Dee’s shoulder gently as his eyes drooped tiredly, moving towards the door that Logan was already easing open quietly.

“Goodnight, Dee.”

“Goodnight, Dee. Sleep well.”

“Goodnight. Love you.”

They both paused and looked back but the small side was already asleep, curled around his stuffed animal comfortably. Slipping out of the room Patton smiled at Logan’s small smile, which immediately turned questioning as Patton beamed back at him.

“What?”

“You like kids.”

Taken aback, Logan shook his head. “I just know some basic developmental needs and how to apply them. Liking has nothing to do with it.”

At Patton’s shit-eating grin, Logan rolled his eyes. “They’re pleasant enough to be around when they’re well-behaved.”

“So you-”

“Go to bed Patton.” Logan shook his head as he began to walk back to his room.

“I was gonna make cocoa before I saw Dee was awake. If you were having trouble sleeping I could make enough for both of us-” He let the offer hang as Logan stilled. He knew the other man secretly loved hot cocoa late at night for as much as he preached about proper sleeping schedules.

He smiled wider as Logan walked briskly past him down the stairs. “Just this once, to help us sleep.”

“Sure, Logan.”

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As far as this story goes, this is something I wrote as a one shot and didn't think people would be interested in but now I have seventeen chapters planned so thank you for the interest! Note that Roman and Janus will be on better terms at some point and also Remus also comes in later, and knowing that info if anyone has something they want to see happen (side hangouts, specific regression prompts anything like that), as long as it can be story relevant and it isn't plot heavy I'll happily add it!

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zombierocker17 · 4 years

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Harry is drunk and needy on his birthday, Harry Styles Imagine (Smut)

(Hi my lovelies, been about 2 weeks (Im sorry). I'm back at writing, It's was recently Harry's birthday!!. So I decided on a special imagine. Drunk Harry, but also needy Harry. Enjoy- Briana ♥️)

(Teasing, Handcuffs, Dominating over Harry)

The early evening of February 1st, Harry's birthday. Harry was eager to go out tonight, instead of his more recent big fancy floral or printed suits he wore a more romantic looking suit. A more tame look, his hair done nicely. A white dress shirt, unbuttoned of course. And a black blazer paired with black dress pants. Adorning his neck a loose black tie hangs.

You watched him put on each price of clothing, the silky tie dragging against his lightly tanned skin. Recently trimmed hair falling into his face as he leaned down to tie his shoes. His long fingers gripped the laces with ease. The rings on his fingers complimenting his outifit perfectly .

Your wearing a long sleeve grey dress top, with a pair of his pearls around your neck. Some tight black pants and some sparkly black heels. It was casual but fancy enough for Harry's birthday dinner. He certainly enjoyed anything you wore. Especially if you where wearing his clothes.

The dinner started in a restaurant for dinner with his family and some friends. Then dwindled down to a few friends, and Gemma. Harry had been saying all week how we was going to get completely wasted for his birthday. And you believed him.

It was a romantic fun evening, Sitting on some dark blue velvet barstools, you where deep in a conversation with Gemma. "And then Harry starts running around the house in my training bra!" she giggles talking about Harry and hers childhood. You giggle trying to imagine younger Harry in the bra running around. "That sound like something he would do. I mean yesterday Harry tried on a pair of my earnings, he was like 'Y/N do you think these would look nice with my sparkly nave blue suit?'. " you say imitating his voice, while giggling.

"That definately sounds like my brother" she drags the sentence as she looks past your head, looking behind you. She laughs covering her mouth with her hand. You turn around seeing somthing you didn't expect.

His blazer off , hair slightly messy. His dress shirt hanging on by a few buttons. He was dancing to the music stumbleing over to you an Gemma. You had only seen Harry drunk one other time, except last time it was early in the night. He was only tipsy that time, kinda silly, loud reminded you of regular Louis.

"Heeeyy baabbe!!" His voice slurred, his long ringed fingers wrap around your waist with a very tight grip. "Hi-ya H !" You say pecking his cheek. "What are you babes talkin about?" He says.

You giggle, "Did you just call your sister a 'babe' ?" You ask. "Mm yeah. She's gorgeous, I mean she's related to me after all!" He says running his fingers through his hair you thought 'there it is'. His whole 'all about him' drunk quality. It was cute and silly but it was Harry.

He walks behind you holding onto your shoulders. His lower half was now pressed against your back, he places his chin on your head resting it there. He presses he crotch against your bottom, your body tenses up at the feeling. He has a boner, and he is pressing it right against you.

He says loudly near your ear "Baabee, I neeeed you pweease" he begs. Gemma has left already, she left the moment Harry placed his head on top of yours. She knew you two would want to talk. He turns your swivel bar stool around to face him. " I neeeed you now. Can wee pweease leave?" He asks again pouting his bottom lip. Gosh, you just wanted to bite at it.

Harry is definelty the dominating one in the bedroom, but sometimes he absolutely loves it when you in charge. And judging by the way he's acting that's how you assumed tonight was going to end.

You look at his glazed over sparkling green eyes. They are practically calling to your soul to take him home. You give in knowing he would only be whiny if you didn't .

"Fine! Let's get going my needy little 26 year old." You say grabbing your things and rubbing your hand against his soft chin and jawline. He smiles and wraps his arm around your waist pulling you close. Heading out to the car you notice Harry able to walk a little smoother. Clearly his drunkenness leaveing him and being replaced with pure lust and need for you.

He helped you into the car taking into account you where still wearing your heels. Both you and Harry sat in the back seats of the car. This car had some things similar to a limo, the little window that can be rolled up for privacy from the driver. Large black leather seats for two people to sit on. And a small compartment for storage.

"Home please Tanner, and hurry please" Harry says to the nodding driver before rolling up the little window.

"Someone is needy" you say chuckling a little bit at Harry. His hand immediately takes a very strong grip on your leg. "Very needy" you say under your gasp from the sudden grip on your leg.

"On-top of me please" Harry begs a small whimper in his tone. You obey his orders taking into account he used the word 'Please' , instead of being to rough or forceful.

You climb on top of him straddling him both your legs on either side of his waist. As soon as you get comfortable on his lap you feel his boner against the area he craves. Grinding on him you earn a moan from his alcohol stained lips. It motivates you to keep moving, you grind harder agaisnt him his head tilts back enjoying the teaseing.

"I've been wanting this all evening, ever since I first saw you wearing these tight pants" he says sliding his hands up your thighs and wrapping around your waist landing on your ass. He gives it a quick spank, resulting in you breathing out a sound between a whine of pain and a moan of pleasure.

He smiles at your reaction. "Keep grinding Y/N please felt s'perfect" he begs. You continue to grind against him moaning at how hard he was under the layers of fabric.

You could feel yourself getting slightly wet at the feeling. Harry still holding onto your waist pulls you closer taking you into a very heated makeout session. Tasting the sour flavour off Harry's lips was giving you all the motivation to keep grinding.

At this point your both grinding against eachother your hands are tangled in his hair. His ringed fingers clawing at your back. Your both complelty enjoying eachother until the car stops. The small green light near the dividing window lights up, indicating you have arrived.

You waste no time in pulling Harry inside the house. Passionately nipping at his neck leaving several love bites that will surely be all over the news the next few days. Stopping at every corner, wall or landing up the way to your shared bedroom. Every stop removing another piece of clothing from each other.

Until you finally reach the bedroom, leaving you in your bra and panties, and Harry in only his boxers and loose hanging tie.

"Lay on the bed arms up" you command at Harry. He does as he is told, he lays on the dark red wine colored bedsheets, lifting his arms up to the bed frame. You open the bottom bedside table drawer pulling out the metal handcuffs. Harry blushes knowing tonight is going to be long, but enjoyable.

You take one of the cuffs placing his wrist into it clasping it closed not too tight but tight enough. The wrapping the chain around the bedframe and doing the same to his other wrist. He was completely stuck there until you where to unlock him.

"Well hello there" you say rubbing his cock through his now very tight black boxers. You teasingly climb on to the bed inbetween his flat spread legs. His perfect green eyes never leave you. Your rubbing on him gets stronger earning a groan out of his perfect pink lips.

"Oh look at this" you say pulling off his boxers. His cock springs free standing straight up. "Look at how perfectly hard you are H" you lightly pull his cock to one side and let go watching it swing then stand straight up again. He groans again, "Y/N do somthing. Anything please,I need you."

You wrap your fingers around his cock, admiring how your small hand barley wraps around his cock. The veins that run up the sides of his cock, each and every bump and ridge. Every perfect detail turned you on, feeling the wetness soaking your panties. You decided against what's left of your clothing. You remove them sliding each peice off seductively.

You climb on top of him , rubbing your wet folds along his cock. His breathing hitches at the contact. "Y/N C'mon please do somthing" he begs. You give in, sliding into his cock all the way. His throat releases a low growl-like moan. "Fuckin 'ell, so tight babe" he groans out.

You use his chest to help you bounce up and down, placing your hands just below his collarbone bird tattoos. Your both moaning at the speed, Harry helps you by thrusting lightly up into you. Letting you do most of the work for now. You start picking up speed more going much faster. You moan at the sound of your asking hitting eachother.

"Y/N you feel amazing." He says closing his eyes as pleasure waves over him. You lean forward and unlock his cuffs. You want him fucking you.

As soon as his hands are free, he takes your hips in his hands with a very tight grip as he thrusts into you hard. "Oh Harry. Faster please. I'm getting close baby" you yell through various moans. He reaches towards your clit, rubbing fast circles helping you through your orgasm.

"Shit.... That was hot babe" he says laying you down on the bed. He places your legs on his shoulders as he slides his cock back in your leaking cunt. "Oh fuck, Harry. That feels great. You feel so big right now" you moan arching your back. "You feel incredible at this angle Y/N your little cunt is squeezing my cock so well." He says thrusting deeper and deeper into you.

He leans down to get even deeper into you, your legs still on his shoulders. His thrusts faster and faster, as you feel the warmth deep in your lower stomach growing. "Harry I'm close baby" you warn. "Mm'to baby, together? " He asks. You nod feeling the tingly feeling get stronger.

"..3..." He kisses you, his thrusts getting very sloppy but still hitting every place you need.

"..2.." he rubs your clit harder making circles.

"..1.. cum babe. I'm cumming".

You both help eachother ride out your orgasms. Both panting lying next to each other. "Happy birthday H" you say kissing his nose. You watch that perfect smile grow on his face. "Thank you darling" he kisses your cheek as you both drift off to sleep.

#harry styles one shot #harry styles imagines #harry styles imagine #harry #harry styles smut #harry styles writing #harry styles #smut #one direction imagines #one direction #one direction smut

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justherebecausemackenzieboyd · 3 years

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I hate him because he’s not me

Summery:Something is wrong with Mackenzie and it’s up to Moira to get to the bottom of it

Write this while I was away so enjoy I guess 😂❤️

Mackenzie was never the jealous type.Far from it in fact,but on this occasion it was more of A felling of Hatred than jealousy.

Ever since kayak Boy had swam his way back into Aaron’s pants,Mackenzie hadn’t been himself.

Nobody noticed this more than his sister.

Normally her Little Brother was so sarcastic and Happy,But recently he just looked miserable and not wanting to do anything,other than sit alone in his room.

Moira decided she needed to get to the bottom of Mackenzie’s troubles. so she invited him round for a Coffee.

“Hey you” The Farmer Happily greeted.

Mackenzie took off his plaid coat and smiled at her not saying a word.

Moira frowned at her little Wee Brother disappointed.As he didn’t seem to want to respond to a simple ‘hello’.

As The Scotsman sat down. The older sibling picked up the kettle to pour the water into the mugs to brew the Coffee.

“The weather has been awful considering the month hasn’t it?” She asked trying to form some sort of conversation.

Mackenzie smiled nodding at her grabbing the Coffee from the table.Awkwardly taking a sip.

His Sister frowns once again.

“Alright I’m done with the soft Chit chat” Moira said snapping slightly. “Seriously Mackenzie What is going on with you!”

It took a few seconds before she realised her mistake as all of a sudden her little brother started to cry.

“Aww darling no I’m sorry” she said moving to give him a cuddle. “I didn’t mean to make you cry”

Mackenzie wiped his eyes letting his older sibling put her arms around him.

“It’s okay” he sobbed.

“It’s my fault for being so pathetic”

Moira Gently put her hand under his chin so he would look at her.

“Oh darling you’re not ‘pathetic’” she assured. “But I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what the matter is”

The Scott pulled away from the hug,getting up to walk into the living room.

“It’s nothing I’m just being stupid” he tried to reassure.

The farm owner raised an eyebrow at him.

“What you call bursting into tears nothing?” She sighed. “Please Mackenzie? I want to help”

Mack slumped onto the sofa and took a deep breath.

“Let’s just say theirs this certain person that I was kinda starting to like but unfortunately they’re as of late been taken off the market stall by a boat”

Moira raises an eyebrow and sits down next to her brooding Brother.

“So it’s about a crush?” She questioned.

“No it’s about a Fish!” Mackenzie sarcastically responded.

Moira laughs a little.

“Okay sorry” she apologised. Mackenzie bit his lip and looked at Ceiling wondering what to do.

His sister stared at him wondering what advice to give her Love sick Sibling.

“Just whoever this person is” she paused for a moment to grab his attention. “Tell them how you feel and if they don’t listen then screw them its their loss”

Mackenzie raised an eyebrow.

“You know they’re currently dating someone else right?”

“Yeah so?” The farmer replied.

The Scotsman’s laughed at his older sisters take on the situation.

“You’re terrible you know that?”

“Says you right Mr grumpy now be on your way and get this sorted out”

She encouraged sending him on his way.

“Fine im going!”

“Make sure you’re back by 18:00 because I’m cooking your tea tonight”

Mackenzie laughed before making his way outside.Closing the door behind him heading his way towards his car.

“Hey” a familiar voice was herd down from the bottom of the farmyard.

“Cain said you might be over here”

It was Aaron Mack froze staring straight at him.

“Can we talk?” He questioned.

Mackenzie folded his arms and stared at the ground.

“Why don’t you have your new Kayak boyfriend to go skinny dipping in the stream with!”

Aaron smiled and rolled his eyes.

“Fist off their is no me and ‘Kayak Boy’ second I came to find you?”

“Why?” Mackenzies questioned pouting like a spoiled child refusing to look at Aaron.

The younger man walked closer not taking his eyes from Mackenzie.The Scotsman stared as well wondering what the Dingle was thinking. He got his Answer straight away.

Aaron had practically latched himself onto Mackenzie,and crashed their lips into each other.Mackenzie was shocked at first but didn’t pull away leaning into Aaron’s embrace letting him run his fingers through his hair.

It stayed like that for what seemed forever until, Aaron was the first to pull away.

“That’s why” He finally replied.

Mackenzie breathed heavily wiping his lips with his jacket sleeve,staring awkwardly at Aaron.

“Listen I’ll talk more later but for now get into that barn”

Mackenzie smiled and Quickly bolted towards His sisters barn buildings.Aaron not too far behind.

He decided he’ll talk about his ‘feelings’ later for now let’s just do this.

Needless to say hopefully Moira or the farmhands weren’t needing anything from the barn that afternoon.....

#mackenzie boyd #moira dingle #aaron dingle #mackron #fanfics #emmerdale #mild smut #meh enjoy

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anythingandeverything1d · 4 years

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Heart Attack

“Hey.”

“Hey? That’s it? That’s all you're going to say?”

“Harry...”

“Whatever. This was stupid. You shouldn't be here. Neither should I.”

“But yet here we both are.”

“It was a mistake. I shouldn’t be here.”

“Haz-” “No. Stop. Don’t call me that. You don’t get that right anymore. Im done with this. I never should have come.”

“Harry stop. Please. I miss you. I-I never should’ve left... Just let me explain.”

1 MONTH AGO:

“Stop!” you shrieked as Harry picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. “Harry!” He fell back into the couch with a laugh, you landing perfectly in his lap. Both of you were out of breath, Harry nuzzled his nose into your neck and you smiled, turning his head to yours and pressing your lips against his. It was the first night in almost 2 months that Harry had been home. You ran your hand across his cheek and sighed.

“Whats wrong?”

“I just missed you...” you bushed his hair out of his face. “I feel like we haven't had any time together.”

“I know. I’m sorry. Things with writing just got really crazy...and then the album release..”

“Yeah..I know. It still sucks though.” Harry smiled and kissed your nose. “I’m glad we at least have now. And you won't be leaving anytime soon so we can settle back into a routine.” You kissed him, wanting something more to follow.

Harry pulled away with a guilty expression. “Actually, I only have a month or so to stay before I start my tour for the new album...”

You blinked looking into his green eyes full of regret. “What?”

“Well we decided to do a full tour for the album and we decided to push it forward a bit....you know keep the excitement and everything up.”

“Oh.” You climbed off his lap and stood up, pacing the room. “You were waiting to tell me this because?”

“I just wanted to wait and do it in person....I didn’t want to cause any extra stress.”

“Harry you literally promised we would have time together after the album was done...remember?”

“Yeah I know but I don't have a choice right now....this is what I do.”

“So we are just going to go back to a long distance relationship..Is that all we will ever be to you?”

“No-No of course not babe...You know I love you.”

You bit your lip holding back tears. Harry was trying to think of what to say to make things better but in your mind there was nothing that could fix this. “Harry you haven't even spent more than a week consecutively with me. We- we haven't even had time to relax. We were supposed to have that now.”

“Well we will for the next few weeks...We can make this work. You can come with me-”

“I have a job Harry. My dream job. I can’t just quit to tour with you..I don't want to be something you only come home to on the weekends. I want you to want this. To want a future together. A family.”

“I do.”

“Are you sure? It doesn't seem like it?”

Harry looked up, tears in his eyes. “What do you want me to do? What can I do to fix this...Quit the tour?”

“No. I’m not going to ask you to give up on your dream. I’m not going to take away something you love....”

“Then what? Just tell me what I can do..”

You sucked in a breath and wiped a tear from your eye. Crossing your arms you stood there for a minute. “I think we should just be friends...”

“(y/n).”

“No. I’m serious. I love you Harry...but I cant do this anymore. I need a break. I need to figure out what I want. I need to figure out if I can even make this work anymore.”

“Babe-”

“No I’m sorry.” You knelt down and kissed his lips hard. Your tears on his lips and his on yours. “I want to figure out what I can handle. I don't want to feel like I come second to you anymore..”

“Youre not second I swear.”

“I just need time okay?” You kissed him again and sighed. “I love you, but this isn't working...” You stood up and walked out to your car, gasping for air and trying to collect yourself through the sobs as you drove home.

It had take a few weeks. You had taken a while to get over the pain of leaving Harry. Your heart ached. You felt sick to your stomach when you saw anything about him. You slept in his hoodies every night and questioned if you had made the wrong decision but you also knew that you couldn't continue with how things had been moving. So eventually, after those first few weeks, you had pulled yourself together and agreed on a causal blind date with a friend of a friend. You had gotten dressed in a crop top and skinny jeans, your hair down and makeup done. You weren't ready to date anyone...but you did want to try and move on...try to get back into a normal social routine. So here you were, entering the club late on a Saturday night. Of course you walk in and your eyes immediately rest on the green eyes you knew too well.

Harry’s POV:

Harry felt sick to his stomach. Watching (y/n) walk out of his life that night was burned into his brain. He almost didn’t believe you when you said you wanted to be friends...He couldnt believe it. He loved you more than anything. You had gotten him through long nights away, writing the new album. You had been the one he called when he couldnt sleep. You had supported him through everything and yet now you were leaving? Saying you needed space? What was that about? The first few nights he hadn't slept. He just paced around the house, tossed and turned in bed, and barely ate. Things got a little better when plans for the tour started evolving and shaping. He had gotten into a better routine, one where you weren't involved. When some of the band had suggested going out to a club, he had said no. He didn’t want to be around other girls. He was secretly still holding out for you. Of course, the guys had practically dragged him there anyway. He sat at the bar, a drink in his hand. He was watching people walk in and out. He wasn’t looking for anything in particular but when his eyes landed on yours, he froze. He felt sick to his stomach. He felt like he was going to pass out. Your eyes were glued to his, until the guy behind you grabbed your shoulder and pushed you towards the bar opposite of his, your eyes reluctantly leaving his.

Harry put a hand over his chest. “You okay mate?” Mitch asked concerned. “Youre looking a little pale.”

“I’m trying to be okay, I’m trying to be alright but man. It hurts.”

Mitch followed his gaze to you. “Harry she's no good for you. Look what she's done to you, I mean you barely ate. You weren't sleeping.”

“It doesn’t feel right though. She shouldn't be with another guy. She should be here with me. She was the one. She was the only thing I’ve ever wanted in my life.. ”

“Harry.” Adam cut in. “You're just too blind to see how much she's messed you up this time.. Youre way better off now that she's gone.”

“Im trying. Im trying so hard to be better now.”

“I’m glad. Do you want to leave?”

“It feels like I’m having a heart attack. Ugh” Harry gripped his chest and leaned back into the bar.

“It’s probably a panic attack...” Adam corrected. “We should probably go.”

“No. No- I’ll be okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” Harry’s gaze fell back to you. You looked incredible. Dressed perfectly. Harry just wished he was the one kissing your cheek, telling you that you looked beautiful and that you didn't need the extra make up. He wanted to be the one with his hands around your waist. Who even is this guy? Why are you even moving on so quickly?

Harry stood up from the bar and smiled. “I’m just going to have a wee, I’ll be back.” Mitch and Adam looked uncertain but nodded and ordered another drink. Harry wandered to the bathroom. He stood by the door waiting. Within a few minutes you had wandered over, probably to check your hair. Harry causally bumped you as you were exiting and you looked up. His eyes met yours and his heart skipped a beat. He felt his chest tighten and his heart beat irregularly. “(y/n)...”

Your POV:

You looked up at him. His hair was trimmed, but perfectly pushed back in a wave. His green eyes were frantically searching yours and his hand was pressed lightly over his chest. He moved to step away but you grabbed his wrist quickly. “Wait. Can we talk?”

“I-I don't know...”

“Harry please.”

“Fine. Meet me outside in an hour.” You nodded and he walked away. Your heart was rushing and heat flooded your cheeks and your body. You hadn't reacted that way since you had last seen him and it made you smile. You entertained your date for a bit, but your mind was always on Harry. How he was doing, what you were going to say. Truthfully you wanted to tell him how much you missed him. You wanted him to know you made a mistake. But you also didn't know anything about what his life had been like and dint want to interrupt something he had with someone else...kind of like the media had said. After an hour passed, you wandered outside, waiting for Harry in the dark alley, a light rain drizzling over your body.

PRESENT DAY:

“Explain what? How you left? How, out of nowhere you said you wanted to be friends? How you said you didn’t know what you wanted?”

“Harry I swear I-”

“Then, you show up with some random ass guy tonight, only shortly after breaking up with me?”

“No- well yes but thats not how it is.”

“Then how is it? Do tell me (y/n).” Harry was pissed.

“I made a mistake okay? I should have stayed with you. I love you Harry. I always have and I always will. I left because I wasnt sure how to feel...I felt you were always putting me in second to your music. I know its important to you but you rarely called, you rarely spent time at home with me...I just felt like it was one way. And I get it, I left. I walked away. But I regretted it the second I did it...I just needed time to really figure it out. And I have now okay? You are my dream. I know I have a great job and I love it but I love you more. I want to be with you and if that means touring with you and selling my house and quitting my job just to follow you around the world I will. I need you. I don't want to be your friend. I want to be your everything.”

Harry’s mouth dropped. He stepped towards you. It looked like tears were dripping down his cheeks, but you couldn't tell if it was that or the rain. His wet hair dripped in front of his face and he brushed it back before closing the remaining space between you. His lips collided with yours. He was patient for a second before biting down hard on your bottom lip and slipping his tongue into your mouth. He kissed you like his life depended on it and if that were the last thing you had of him, you would die happy. “I love you.” he whispered against your lips.

“You do?” You leaned your head back, cupping his cheeks in your hands and staring into his eyes.

“I am in love with you (y/n). Seeing you here, tonight, with that other guy. It didn't feel right. I wanted to be him, his hands on you, dancing with you...” Harry’s hands slid to your waist. “You nearly gave me a heart attack. I mean look at you. Fuck.”

“You don't hate me?”

“I have never hated you.” His lips pressed to yours again, this time more gently. “Come with me. I want you on tour with me.”

You kissed him, your hands tangling into his hair. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

You kissed him hard, pulling his lips back with yours. “Take me with you and don't ever let go.”

“I won't. I promise.”

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Hope you all like this! Let me know what you think! xoxo

#Harry Styles #harry styles fanfiction #harrystyles #one direction #directioners #one direction fanfiction #one direction imagines #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles blurb

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sonofirishseas · 3 years

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End Game

Sleep had not occurred to him as he walked the deck in the wee hours just before dawn. Just as his appetite and all other desires had fled him in the wake of the overwhelming pit that was growing inside him. The dark bitter thing that had crept into him and infected everything...consumed him whole.

His last conversation with Jack had been a tense but chillingly cool argument in regards to the coordinates and the treasure hidden away inside the strange cave.

“And what would you have me do, Jack?” he had muttered to the man the night before. “This crew be pushed their limits, and most of them are hard enough to keep in line when they aren’t without pay or proper shore leave in more than a month! The navy driving at our heels and making it impossible to make port! You owe them this Jack...this harebrained scheme of yers is all that’s keepin’ them from yer throat!”

Jack laughed him off lazily, tired and smelling heavily of rum tonight. More than usual. He had been drinking clearly, though not with Kili Hector realized. The younger man was busy elsewhere, helping Gibbs and the others below. “Come off it, Hector! I know well the crew is a bit out of sorts but what exactly is their alternative, eh? Besides, I’ve still got you and Kili on my side, as well as Gibbs and Marty and Cotton and the rest...and Bootstrap’s shown promising sway with the others these days.”

That made Hector bristle like a wet cat. “Aye...if ye can call a sniveling rat impressive. He’s kept awfully close to you of late, Jack. I don’t like it.”

Jack snorted; “And why is that? Bootstrap’s harmless.” he took another drink and shook his head. “Although I will say he doesn’t seem to care much for you. But then again, you’ve been a special breed of cantankerous.”

“I think ye under estimate the man. I’ve seen the way he is with you these days, so has Kili. He bends yer ear when not much else can...and that’s power. Power someone like Bootstrap Bill shouldn’t have. Have ye ever considered he’s after more than yer good graces?”

Jack side-stepped the question utterly. “The treasure was a bad idea...they’ll soon forget about it.”

“Men don’t forget when they don’t get paid, Jack.”

“I have every intention of making good on my word. But not there. Not that place.” he looked wary indeed.

Hector’s lip curled. “Is that fear I hear in the infamous Jack Sparrow’s voice?” he sneered. “Ye coward...was it Bootstrap what told you that little ghost story? About the blood curse?”

Jack gave him a dark warning look. “I believe him, mate. You and I have both seen enough in the world to know not to take this lightly. Bootstrap’s merely looking out for the lot of us.”

“Is he now? And what does Kili say on the matter?” the older pirate asked. “Or did you even ask for his vote?” there was more cut to his words, something that suggested Jack held a little too much influence over the other. And even if it were partly true, it was hardly fair.

“Kili is sensible. He trusts me.” Jack said tightly. Kili was so close and dear to his heart, the man had never waivered in his faith of him before, why should now be any different?

‘Is that what ye call fuckin’ the wits out of him until he can’t say no?”

Jack stepped toward him and shoved him back. “Don’t you dare...” He warned with a look that told Barbossa they would come to blows if it were pushed further.

Barbossa merely walked away, still sour as ever. “Ye expect me to clean up yer messes Jack, but ye won’t even listen to me anymore! And ye just assumed Kili will agree with ye without even considering the alternative? We’ve fought and worked and bled to keep you and this damn ship going! And ye won’t even try this, when it could very well offer the relief we need? All on Bootstrap’s word?!” He looked at his lover pleadingly, reaching out one last time to make the connection that seemed to have been lost between them. “At the very damn least you can give me the coordinates...I’ll take a boat and inspect the matter myself, see if it’s as treacherous as it’s claimed.”

Jack looked at him, unsure. A strange expression on Jack Sparrow. He sunk his teeth into his lower lip...and then shook his head. “No.”

It had been that moment; that one small word, that allowed the dark thing in Hector to finally creep fully into his heart and turn it cold.

“What?”

There was something broken in his question. A crack deep inside that was suddenly opened into a fissure. And if Jack had been paying any attention he might have seen how he had wounded the man fatally with that one small word that held so much. So much distrust. So much dismissal.

“You have your answer, Barbossa.” Jack growled. It hurt him to see the anger in Hector’s face, to see the man’s disappointment...but Hector didn’t understand. Jack trusted his own gut...and it was telling him that the Isle de Meurta would be a bad end for all of them. And he could not risk what he loved most...surely Hector and Kili would both see it his way in time. “Now I’d be much obliged if you went below and looked in our lad. See how he and the others are fairing.” His eyes flicked towards Hector’s again. “And don’t mention this to him. He doesn’t need to be in the middle of every squabble we have. Im not arguing over who’s sleeping on the bench tonight.”

Barbossa was dragged from his thoughts by the sounds of boot falls behind him. It was Mr. Twigg, carrying the lantern. It’s yellow light cutting the blue-grey darkness that saturated the ship.

“The men are ready,” the scraggly sailor spoke. He held a pike in his other hand, shifting it as if eager to use it. “Your orders, sir?”

Barbossa didn’t answer him at once; looking back at the cabin. “Make no move just yet. Secure Bootstrap...I won’t risk him interfering. I will see to Kili.”

Twigg nodded, pressing a key into his hand. One lifted from Gibb’s belt earlier that day. The key to the cells in the brig.

“And should the Captain make himself known?” there was a look of blood lust in the man’s eye that Hector had seen in battle and hated all the same.

Hector shook his head. “You leave him to me. Stick to the plan...or you may find yourself on that island with him, Mr. Twigg.”

Hector turned and excused himself, moving below to the gun deck where Kili was currently resting after a long night of tending the canons. He approached him as if nothing was amiss, offering him a rare and warm (if not slightly sad) smile and offered him his flask.

“You look flat out. How about a chance to stretch yer legs and steal a bit of bacon from the kitchen?” he asked, ghosting a kiss along the man’s cheek as he pulled him up. It was not often the pair had a moment to themselves...but soon that would change.

#@alwaysxinxtrouble #muse: Hector Barbossa #muse: Jack Sparrow #ship: Jack/Hector/Kili #ANGST #End Game #long post is long

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magniloquent-raven · 4 years

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Ooh for your prompts: Fluffy Elmax sleepover with cuddling for #16 pls :') xoxox

i had such a good time writing this omg thank you!!! tho there’s a couple bits that threaten to be angst because im physically incapable of writing pure fluff lmao. it’s just tiny bits tho. just a smidge.

also, because s4 isn’t out yet i uh. kinda just did a time skip but didn’t rly change anything about how s3 left off? i know we know hopper’s alive but like. i guess he’s just still in russia in this fic LMAO rip. don’t think about it too hard

posted on ao3 as well :)

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Max’s watch timer beeps obnoxiously again. 8:36. El’s late. She hits snooze.

“When’s your friend supposed to be here, sweetie?”

“Soon, mom. You know, you and Neil don’t have to wait up.” They do this every time. Like Max isn’t almost seventeen and perfectly capable of being alone in her own damn house for five minutes. At this rate they’re going to be late for whatever thing it is they’re going to, and Neil will be even more of a bitch than usual.

Her mom glances over at him. He’s sitting in his armchair looking surly, checking his watch pointedly. Asshole.

“Well…I don’t think—”

Max hears a car pull up out front. “Oh, thank fuck,” she mutters, turning on her heel and marching out to greet the Byers’.

Joyce climbs out of the passenger seat as Max strides across the lawn. “Max, honey!” she waves, grinning bright, “How are you?” There’s always a…tone to how she asks that. Questions lurking under the surface that they don’t talk about. It makes Max’s insides all squirmy thinking about it, though she is on some level grateful for the concern.

Max stands on the curb, tugging on her earring. A habit by now. It’s both a comfort and a reminder. She got one hell of a lecture the day she came out of the bathroom with blood running down her neck and a safety pin in her earlobe, but she didn’t regret it for a second.

El slides out of the driver’s seat, her smile crinkling the corners of her eyes. Max watches her stand and adjust her shirt. She always looked good in yellow. “I’m good,” Max responds after a beat, and it’s honest for once.

The door behind her creaks. Probably her mom and Neil coming out of the house, hopefully to leave, finally. She doesn’t turn around, just steps into Joyce’s waiting arms and presses her face into her shoulder. Max is taller than her now, by a couple inches, so it hurts her neck a little, but it’s worth it.

Will’s still tucked away in the backseat, peering through the window, Max waves at him when she peeks up over Joyce’s shoulder.

Then El distracts her. “Your hair,” she says, gently tugging on a lock behind her ear. Max steps back from Joyce, and runs a hand through it, cheeks pink. Three years ago she’d hacked off all her hair with a pocket-knife, woke up the morning of Billy’s funeral with strands still stuck to her neck, locks hanging ragged across her forehead. Her mother had thrown a fit.

“Yeah, I cut it again,” Max says, like that wasn’t obvious. She’d let it grow out uneven and messy for a while, but she broke out the scissors again about a month ago. It’s neater than her last haircut, but not by much.

El’s hand is in Max’s hair again, dangerously close to her face. Max’s knees wobble a little.

“Bitchin’,” she says solemnly, after a few seconds of consideration.

Max’s grin is blinding.

Her mother cuts in, before she can respond, gives her the usual talk about staying in the house and making sure she’s got her emergency numbers memorized. Then she bids them all a hasty, distracted goodbye. Her mom was never very comfortable about the Byers’. Probably something about Joyce’s too-knowing gaze, or the fact that El glares daggers at Neil every time he’s within range.

She’s doing it now. Watching him get into his truck with a quiet rage in her eyes. Joyce puts a hand on her elbow, and it doesn’t move until Neil’s truck has turned the corner at the end of the street.

“We should get going,” Joyce says, checking her watch. “Will wanted to be at Claudia’s an hour ago but we got caught up at Mike’s house, and, well, you know how it is,” she flutters her hands, approximating a shrug.

She hugs El goodbye, then pulls Max in for another one. “Call us if you need anything,” she says, pulling back and putting her hands on Max’s shoulders. That sad glint is in her eye again, and Max knows the offer extends beyond tonight.

“Thanks, Joyce, we will.”

By the time she’s taken the corner at the end of Cherry Lane Max’s watch is beeping again.

El glances down at it, a pinch between her eyebrows. “…Was that for me?”

“Uh.”

The confusion melts off her face, replaced by a cheeky grin. “It was!”

Max shuts the alarm off, cheeks burning. “Why were you guys at Mike’s for so long?” she asks. eager to change the subject. If the guys are meeting up at Dustin’s the delay wasn’t because Will and Mike were catching up, and, well, Mike and El’s relationship is…of interest to Max. For reasons.

El purses her lips. It’s a face that tells Max they’re gonna need to be sitting and cozy for this conversation because it’s gonna be a long one. So, she links their arms and pulls her inside.

An hour later they’re huddled under a throw blanket on the couch. El is giggling, face in her hands, and Max is wheezing around a mouthful of skittles.

“Oh, that’s so not funny,” she chokes out, trying not to spew candy everywhere, which brings about a fresh wave of laughter. El’s shoulders are shaking, brushing against Max’s and making her warm all over. God damn, she’s missed this.

“Then why are you laughing,” El replies, poking her side and smiling from ear-to-ear.

She’s beautiful, Max thinks. Her braid is half-undone, letting her hair curl around her face in gentle waves, and her eyes are bright. She looks happy, and Max holds on to that, keeps it all for herself because she did that, she made that happen. She might not have everything she wants from El, but she’ll take whatever she can get. Whatever El wants to give. And sometimes just her smiles are enough, enough to make Max’s chest constrict and her heart glow, because for now, she’s happy too.

She laughs again, in leu of a response. How can she not, when she feels so light she could float away, high on the soft strawberry scent of El’s shampoo and the way her cheek dimples when she grins. But she can’t say that, so she says, “Because it’s Mike,” and pokes El right back. “I’m legally obligated to laugh at his misfortune.”

They have a complicated friendship, which mostly boils down to her being willing to bail him out when he’s in shit, but only if she gets to make fun of him while she does it.

El wrinkles her nose a little, but her smile doesn’t dim, “You two are weird.”

She’s pretty sure it used to bother El, how much Mike and Max fought. Max can’t help but wonder if they’d have gotten along better if she wasn’t in love with his girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend. Because she’d dumped him for good this time. Four months ago, apparently, though Mike was, until a few hours ago, under the impression it was temporary.

Max almost feels bad for him. Except she doesn’t. Apparently, he was a dick about the whole thing, so at least she has a solid reason not to.

“You love us,” Max scoffs. El may have broken up with Mike, but she’ll always love him in some way or another.

El’s expression softens, turns fond and sweet. She’s thinking about Mike, Max is sure, but the smile is still directed as her. Small victories. “I do,” she says quietly.

They order a pizza after that, and watch movies into the wee hours of the morning. By 3am Max’s throat is raw, and her stomach hurts from laughing (and too much pizza). It’s the most fun she’s had in a while. The Byers’ don’t visit as often as any of them would like.

Max isn’t even tired, but El’s head has been dropping onto her shoulder on and off for the past hour so she suggests they call it a night.

She knows that when the boys sleep over at each other’s houses they’ll take the floor, or the couch in the basement, anything but actually sharing a bed. As El wraps an arm around her waist and snuggles up with her under the blankets, Max takes a moment to wonder if that would be better or worse than this.

It always seemed so miserable to Max, how much boys have to limit themselves.

But also…well, it might be easier sometimes. She wouldn’t have to deal with wanting things she shouldn’t want because El would be over there, and not right up in her space, hands warm and breath tickling Max’s ear. This is different than sitting thigh-to-thigh on the couch, it blurs the line more, and it’s the ambiguity that’s driving Max crazy.

She wasn’t tired before, but she’s wide-awake now.

Time creeps by strangely this late at night. Max isn’t sure how long she lays there, staring at the ceiling, trying to calm her pounding heart. El’s breath is steady, quiet, and her eyes are closed. Max is sure she’s asleep, she was so tired before.

Before she can stop herself her hand creeps up, brushes a strand of hair from El’s face.

Moonlit, she’s ethereal. There’s always been something otherworldly about El, with her big, dark eyes, always watching, boring holes into you with their intensity. Shadows play across her cheek, and Max tracks them for a while, absurdly jealous of moonlight.

She traces patterns on El’s forearm, the one resting on Max’s stomach, keeping her touch light so as not to wake her.

More time passes, and Max’s head feels heavy with sleep that won’t come. She’s groggy, leaning back but unable to keep her eyes closed.

She starts talking. Whispering. Remembering the times she read Wonder Woman comics to El until she fell asleep, and hoping, somewhere in her foggy brain, that it might work on herself too.

“You know… I always knew we’d be good friends. The second I heard your name I wanted to know you,” she murmurs, and draws a star on El’s wrist. “Didn’t know how badly I wanted until I saw you though. You were terrifying, and I loved it. And now…” Her eyes slide closed as she thinks. “You’re the best person I’ve ever met. You’re beautiful. Everything about you. And I love you…more than I should.” She sighs, sits in silence and cards her fingers through El’s hair. It’s getting so long.

El’s hand closes around her wrist.

Max’s eyes fly open, and she stills, heart pounding. “Uh.” El’s eyes are open, looking up at her, she’s awake, she’s awake, oh fuck– “Um. Did—did I wake you up, I’m—sorry if I woke you—”

“It’s okay.” The corners of her mouth turn up, slow and careful, “I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“Oh.” Is all Max can manage, staring down at El with wide eyes, waiting for her to…do something. Max’s palms are sweating. She doesn’t know what to expect.

El moves her hand, puts Max’s palm against her cheek and shuffles forward until they’re nose to nose.

“Oh.”

She tastes like toothpaste and kiwi lip balm, and kisses as sweetly as she smiles. Her hands end up in Max’s hair, fingers gentle but demanding, guiding her forward. If Max wasn’t already laying down, she’d need to be because her knees are jelly.

“Oh,” El echoes when she pulls back, laughter in her voice. She presses a chaste kiss to the corner of Max’s mouth, careful and deliberate. Then her expression softens, sobers. “I was jealous of you. At first. Didn’t…know what it was. Know why. So, I ignored you. And… I’m sorry.”

Max shakes her head, “Ancient history. It’s okay.”

“No, I,” El stops, furrows her brow, “You were so happy. Free. I wanted that. And then, then you helped me have that. So. Thank you.” She cups Max’s face, fingertips tracing along her cheekbone, and Max’s heart sings. “And I love you too.”

They kiss again, and Max decides that El sleeping on the floor would’ve been a terrible idea.

#elmax #elmax fanfic #stranger things #el hopper #max mayfield #i couldn't resist the little bits about max mourning her brother because im a masochist apparently #if anyone was wondering the earring max is wearing is 100% billy's #and joyce knows neil is The Worst which is why she's concerned about max #making sure he isn't treating her how he used to treat billy #yeah #ALSO #susan being all overprotective?#is because of billy #like. he might not have been her kid but he was something to her yknow?#and now he's gone #and she gotta deal w that somehow #and shes dealing with it by clinging extra hard to the kid she's got left #THAT'S TOO MANY SAD HEADCANONS TO PUT IN ONE FLUFFY SLEEPOVER FIC WHY AM I LIKE THIS #anyway apparently posting my writing is a thing i do now so i need a tag #a raven's writing desk #because i'm real pretentious dont @ me lmao

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just-another-haikyuu-blog · 3 years

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Best friends.. but more💕

Takanobu Aone × fem!reader

Tags: NSFW,, biting,, daddy/princess petnames,, heart break

Tw: drinking, drunk sex,,

Word count: 1800+

Im a wee bit drunk atm if yall find any grammar errors or would like tags or tws I could add message me and let me know. Other than being drunk Im also new to tagging stories so sometimes I don't pay attention 😅

NSFW under the cut♡

It was sometimes rather odd being best friends with Aone. Everyone else in your class and well the whole school seemed to think he's so intimidating. Which is kinda funny considering its based on his height. When in reality hes just a big ol teddy bear.

You were rather glad no one really knew him like you did. Still he wasn't very talkative when you two hung out but you could tell by his body language that he always had a good time. Especially when you two played games together. Who would imagine this very stiff, quiet guy actually gets angry when he loses at video games. It wasnt very noticable until he'd always makes an excuse to go get snacks every time he would lose. You caught him quietly fuming to himself in the kitchen after a couple times. Which turned into many times of sneaking out of his room just to watch him and having your heart race trying to make it back so he wouldn't know that you essentially were stalking him in his own home. It was then you realized maybe your feelings toward him were for more than just friendship. A thought you'd never have expected to have towards your best friend. So you shook it off everytime you felt it a little more not wanting to hurt your relationship.

After graduation things stayed the same mostly. The only real difference was after you two had gotten jobs and places of your own and it was a bit harder to spend time together. So when you two had time to spare you were either at his house or him at your apartment. It was never abnormal for you two to stay the night together. Most of the time you'd drink and play games together. Which really wasnt very often lately because your boyfriend didn't like another guy spensing the night.

It didnt matter how many times you told him that Aone is just your best friend and nothing more. He never believed you. Finally after countless texts and calls of Aone asking to come over you decided to go to his place. You got drunk and vented to him about everything, eventually passing out. Being the sweet guy he is Aone helped you to the couch and covered you up. The very next day you woke up to multiple calls and messages from your boyfriend. It was clear he was pissed but you shrugged it off and stuffed your phone in your pocket. You explained the situation and Aone offered to drive you home. It didnt seem like too big a deal that was until you made it home. Your boyfriend standing next to his car outside your place. Seeing you with Aone made him furious. "I guess Im gonna go sort this out. I'll text you later." you said before exiting the car.

Immediately your boyfriend dragging you up to your apartment. Not even two seconds inside and he berates you with questions. "Were you at his place last night? Is that why you weren't home this morning? Did you fuck him? I cant believe-" you stopped him right there and told him plainly "No. I didn't fuck him. I missed my best friend and I got drunk and passed out. If it werent for that I'd have come home last night." None of it seeming to have any bit of a difference to him. He shook his head with a deep scowl on his face, "We're done." he said and walked out the door. You didnt try to stop him and just let him go.

It took a while for the sadness to hit but when it did you got pretty depressed because you actually really liked the guy. But in the end you werent going to give up your best friend time for some guy no matter how much you liked him.

A couple days after the break up you had went out drinking with your work and got absolutely shitfaced. Thankfully one of your coworkers got your phone. "Dont worry y/n I called a friend to come get you. He should be here any minute." You were barely coherent to what she said and ended up face down in your food crying.

Aone finally showing up, and everyone being in awe of his demeanor towards you. They all drunkenly tell him how good a boyfriend he is. He didnt correct them, just thanked them for calling and said that he'd take care of you. He rubbed your back and leaned down to say "Y/n Im here to take you home. Hop on my back Ill carry you." Your coworkers cheering him on yet again for being so sweet. You being wasted beyond belief got entirely too excited at the idea of a piggy back ride. It took a couple tries but you eventually got on his back.

The walk to his car was kind of cold and your nose was especially suffering. "Aoneee~ my nose its- *hiccup* c-cold." You said right before you snuggled your face into his warm neck. The smell of him almost making you melt. You leaned up into his ear "aoneeeee," you said with such a pouty tone, "A-o-ne Ivee got a seeecret.. I think I might like you.. e-even in high school." You lean back down to nuzzle your face into his neck not noticing how much the tall silent man was blushing. He didn't really say much back and honestly you didn't really notice from how drunk you were.

You hadnt even realized that at some point he had put you in his car. He decided to just take you back to his house since it was closer. You ended up falling asleep blabbering about how hot you were and trying to take off your clothes. Pulling up you were still out of it and thankfully clothed since you were too drunk to get them off. He picked you up and carried you inside up to his bed. Normally you would sleep on the couch but with how things were tonight he'd take the couch.

He laid you down and gathered up a tshirt and some of his sleeping pants, which were way too big. He woke you up enough to have you change clothes and tuck you in. "If you need anything at all Im right on the couch." He stood up to walk to the door. Only to have you grab his hand and pull him down over top of you. "don't go." You said in barely a whisper almost whining. Looking down at you in this way causing his body to react to you like it never has before. Almost making him leave immediately, seeing as how you werent in your right mind, but the way you tugged at him he let you win. He moved over to the other side of you whispering back "okay but once youre asleep im going to the couch."

He laid there looking at you thinking about what you had said when he picked you up and this overwhelming feeling of wanting you filled his mind. You in search of warmth rolled over to cuddle your back against him. Your body kind of going on its own at this point from your drunken and slightly horny state. He had no idea what to do and felt a panic wash over him before you grabbed his arm and wrapped it around you. Feeling the neediness of how his hand held your waist your ass began grinding against him. His hand gripping you tight trying to keep his composure forcing a low moan out of you and the words flowed out of your mouth, "Aone please♡ touch me please." Thats all it took for him to break. You could feel both hands now on your waist pulling you into him grinding his hard cock against your ass. Every thrust and his tightening grip forcing a moan out of you.

The pants he gave you slowing riding down leaving you in just his shirt. He freed a hand to roam over your body and leaned down just barely breathing over your neck before running his tongue along your skin to find the most sensitive spot. You gasped at how good it felt. A little further he thought, just a nip right there in that sensitive little spot. Grabbing your hips as you grinded against him begging for more. "Pleasee Aone more.. bite me more mmm please" gasping between every word. He obliged and sunk his teeth into you. He immediately felt your body tense up as you moaned for more from him "Aone♡ fuck- fuck me please." "You sure?" He said back. Your hand reaching back to grab his lengthy throbbing cock "yesss~ mmmm fuck you're so big" stroking it listening to his quiet moans in your ear turning you on even more. Enjoying the feeling of your small hands fondling him so needily. Pushing him so close to his climax he had to remove your hand before wound up cumming all over your backside. The pleasure overcoming his mind he rolled you over to your back legs falling off to either side of him he looked you over as you watched him pull off his shirt, his muscles gleaming from all the sweat. "Fuck.." you gasp breathlessly.

"Like what you see, princess?" His words like honey to you. "Mmm fuck yes daddy, I like every.. last.. bit of what I see~" Barely able to get your words out before he thrust his big throbbing cock inside you. "Mmf♡ fuck~ oh fuck~~" Your moans fueling his lust filled mind as he went harder just to see your expressions as the pleasure took you over. Your words jumbled as you barely were able to get out anything between moans. The squelching between your legs at every thrust on top of the low moans coming from his lips driving you mad as you felt him hitting the deepest part of you. "Mmmf♡ i-i.. fuc- i-mmmm im cu-" your moan cutting you off as you came all over his thick cock. The feeling of your walls tightening around him sending him over the edge he grunted grinding himself deeper inside you painting your insides in his juices. His moans stifled by your mouth as you pulled him down into a deep kiss. Neither of you having the want to move just laid there intertwined. Exhaustion taking over you both passed out almost simultaneously.

You woke up to an empty bed and your clothes folded neatly on the dresser. Only remembering bits and pieces from the night before but enough to know what had taken place in this bed right where you were laying. Your face as red as a beet you pulled the covers up over yourself, almost wanting to squeal. You heard the knob twisting and you laid back down pretending to be asleep. You could hear him walk in closer and closer until it felt like he was right over you and your eyes snapped open. His face directly above yours he leaned forward and kissed you and scooped you up with the covers you were rolled up in. Your face hot and embarrassed as to the suddenness, " Wh-what are you doing??" He smiled down at you continuing on, "Don't worry princess, Im just taking you to the bathroom so you can clean yourself up.. unless of course you want to continue last night?" Every bit of the night before flooded your head as he sat you down. You almost couldnt believe it. Slightly embarrassed you knew if you didn't take this chance now you'd hate yourself for it later. Dropping the blankets you pulled him into the bathroom. "You helped make the mess now you can help clean it." A tiny smirk crossed his mouth and you knew you were going to get way more than you bargained for.💕

#takanobu aone × fem!reader #haikyuu #drinking #part 2?#takanobu aone

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graceandtheidiotsquad · 4 years

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Love is Dead and We Killed her (Five Nights AU) (TW: mentions of murder, death, language-your basic FNAF stuff, pretty much. )

Walking the streets with a switchblade with the best pressed suit I own Got away with it all, blood boiling to the bone October 13th, 1989. This was it. No turning back. After all the time he had spent in Jail, and in therapy-it was all coming down to this night. No one else was going to die in this damned restaurant, not on his watch. Who says my business is yours when you're holding the door No way you can escape tonight, it's the last time I'm calling you a wh*re Vincent Reynolds took a breath, getting into his car and driving to the place he knew he was probably never gonna be rid of-Freddy Fazbear's pizza. The place that had taken so much from him, and in return, given him a lifetime of misery, hatred, and scorn from the public eye. He turned on the radio, fiddling with the knobs and dials until the familiar sound of Freddie Mercury's vocals hit him. Of all the things he could count on to get him through the night, at least he still had Queen. No running back, no changing the past No fixing what's been shattered No words exchanged, no time rearrange No fixing what's been shattered He didn't know what had caused this whole mess in the first place, other than his own actions. For all he knew, the robots were just glitching, like Scott had told him. What he did know was that they needed to be stopped. They had already taken the lives of many a night-watchman, including his own older brother, Seth-Vincent himself had already, even if by way of a schizophrenic breakdown-induced-accident, taken six innocent little lives. No one else would have to die because of his mistake. At least, that's what he kept telling himself as he drove closer to the place of his nightmares. he was going to make sure those damned hunks of metal would NEVER see the light of day again, let alone kill anyone. Did you know I'm a killer? There's no stopping me tonight Underneath the blackness of the night sky Did you know I'm a killer? There's no chance for you tonight You won't escape this b*tch named Karma Catch up with you, she'll set it right "Alright, Vinnie-boy." he muttered to himself, getting out of the car and opening the trunk. "Time to end this nightmare. For everyone." He rifled around in the trunk-it was a wee bit messy, considering Seth wasn't around anymore to remind him to clean it-but he eventually managed to find what he was looking for-a fire axe, Its steel blade reflecting the face of a weary young man looking for closure in the light of whatever amount of the moon that wasn't being covered by rather ominous storm clouds. He gripped it tightly, swinging it around a few times to get a good feel for it, then turned to the doors. "Yippie-ki-yay, motherf*ckers." Now I've been sick of this for weeks Got bloodlust in my head Normally, Vincent would have been all for rushing in without a plan, but this time was different-one little slip could end with him dead, and that's the last thing he needed right now. Thankfully, his time working the dayshift had taught him about the safe rooms-where they were, and what could-and more importantly, couldn't, get into or see them. For weeks, he'd planned it all out-get to the restaurant between nights where they would have to hire a new guard (and believe me when I say, Freddy's has gone through a lot of security guards.), lure out the animatronics one by one, then hide in the safe room until they passed by-he could hopefully get the jump on them, and end this for good. At my wit's end, it's payback time For everything you did He took his position in the safe room, looking around-this sure brought back a lot of memories..He smiled sadly, seeing the worn, faded yellow rabbit suit sitting in the corner-It had once belonged to one of the original owners of the place, William Afton-and when he vanished, Vincent himself had been the one to take up the mantle. "Hey buddy.." Vincent knelt by it, almost as if talking to an old friend. "It's me, Vinnie..I know, i haven't been here in a long, long time-...sorry about that.." He sighed, running a hand along the still semi-fuzzy surface of suit. "I'm sorry you had to see...that.." The memories of the incident, despite being several years ago, were still fresh in his mind. Don't you dare try to run away Now look at those who lost their power With my new attitude, it's time for revenge, honey It was just supposed to be a birthday party. It was somewhere in the summer of 1986 when Vincent had lead a small group of kids to the back-they were the kids that not a lot of folks had payed much attention to, while the birthday boy had his fun. ..He could relate, somewhat. He knew he wasn't supposed to take customers back there, but, well-screw the rules, he was making a bunch of outcast kids feel better. At least, that had been the plan. But of course, things seldom ever go as planned in the Fazbear Franchise. Three years prior, Vincent had been on the dayshift to witness what would become the 'Bite of '83'-and then William, the man he had once seen as a second father, had dissapeared for some reason. Not to mention the face Vincent was currently trying to hide the fact he had been diagnosed with Schizophrenia. (and back in the 80's, people did NOT take that sort of thing well-trust me, i've done my research) And today was the day it would alllll come crashing down. He had been seeing the damn golden bear in the corners of his eyes for months on end now-he had caught glimpses of it ever since the bite, and he was convinced it was planning to hurt someone again-so when it had appeared as clear as day, behind one of the kids and ready to pounce, he knew what he had to do. No running back, no changing the past No fixing what's been shattered He wasn't about to let another child get hurt because of this thing. Not today. No words exchanged, no time rearrange No fixing what's been shattered After that fateful decision to fight, he couldn't exactly remember much-he remembered hearing the kids screaming-he THOUGHT they were screaming because of the bear- He was so, so wrong.. When the screaming stopped, he looked around-... ....it hadn't been the bear he had slashed. the cold, hard reality was much, much worse.. Back in the present, Vincent was peeking out from the entrance of the safe room-he had managed to take down Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica so far-now all that was left was Foxy. ...Admittedly, he felt kind of bad he was about to destroy his best friend's childhood hero. "Sorry Scotty..I-I'll find a way to make it up to ya, somehow-" Did you know I'm a killer? There's no stopping me tonight Underneath the blackness of the night sky Soon enough, the fox came close-he could have sworn, in the corner of his eye, he saw a dark-purple specter of the same bear he had feared for so long-but he merely shook it off as a hallucination induced by stress. "HEY F*CKSY! COME AND GET ME!" he charged out, singing the axe wildly Did you know I'm a killer? There's no chance for you tonight You won't escape this bitch named Karma Catch up with you, she'll set it right..! "I..I did it.." he looked down at the piles of robotic parts on the floor. "It's over..I-it's finally over...!" He couldn't be quite sure if he was laughing or crying-he didn't care right now. All he cared about was that Scott, and whoever else would come after him, would be safe. No one else would die here... '..murderer...' "..huh?" Vincent looked around-he could have sworn he heard something. 'YOU DID THIS!' In a flash, Vincent saw the one thing he never thought he'd see again-six ghostly silhouettes of faces he knew all too well Fazbear entertainment had lied to him-to all of them. There were no glitches, no problems in the suits or the code. The damn things were HAUNTED. I see it all in front of me The demon that lies in between I'll settle the score You'll be no more...!!! "Wh-HOW!?" Vincent stumbled back, in a panic-how could he have not known this!? was this some kind of sick joke!? "H-How are you here!?" 'SAVE US' 'YOU DID THIS-' "Stop it..g-GET OUT OF MY HEAD-" He shook, memories flooding back at a rate too fast for him to register-he was about to have a mental breakdown if this didn't stop.. Soon enough, he found himself running into the safe room, thinking that maybe they couldn't follow him. Boy, was he wrong. Did you know I'm a killer? There's no stopping me tonight Underneath the blackness of the night sky "N-No...no, stay back..! I-i-" he backed towards the wall-he was trapped. "What do you want from me!? I went to jail, i did my time, I lost everything-What more hell do you want me to go through!?" he snapped at them, trying to get some kind of answer-but for now, they remained silent-unanswering, possibly just to torture him more. And that was when he looked back at the suit. Spring Bonnie. ..Springlocks were always highly unstable.. "...You want...you want karma...justice..." he murmured to himself, heading to the suit. "You want me to die the same way you did..." he took a breath, beginning the slow process of putting the suit on. "I guess i had better oblige, then-" Did you know I'm a killer? There's no chance for you tonight "See!?" he turned to face them, now wearing the deathtrap he had once thought was his safe place. "Check it out-! IM PUTTING ON ONE LAST SHOW, AND ITS ALL FOR YOU!" he shouted, maniac laughter beginning to fill the air. "SO COME ON! GIMMIE YOUR BEST SHOT-I'M READY TO FACE HELL ONE MORE TIME!!!" and that's when it happened. The sickening snap of the springlocks going off-the pain of becoming what would amount to a human pin-cushion was almost unbearable-but as he slowly bled out, in his final moments, he saw the spirits begin to vanish, one by one-at least the children were at peace now... the last thing he saw before he blacked out was the dark-purple bear...shifting to the familiar form of someone in a nightgaurd's uniform-the very same Seth had used to wear...and he was smiling almost proudly, almost as if to say 'Rest well, little brother..' You won't escape this bitch named Karma Catch up with you, she'll set it right

(And here we have the origins of one Vincent Reynolds-my take on the Purple man.)

#fnaf #fnaf au #fnaf alternate universe #Purple man #Purple guy #Vincent Reynolds #Doll Skin #Love is dead and we Killed her #its an awesome song please look it up you wont regret it

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hoseoksactualass · 5 years

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Could you do a yoongi timestamp for like 2:00 am? Could you make it a smut+fluff also please?

idk if this is fluffy im sowwy

warning: a lil overstim? yknow – just a bit

[2:00 a.m.] pathologist!yoongi

It hurt him because the last patient he’d given that look was the local fishcake vendor. The mass was malignant, started depositing; surgical removal was the second option next to chemotherapy that the wee woman couldn’t afford, but Yoongi tucked away those thoughts for some shut eye along with the leather shoes he kicked off with numb feet. She was like a grandmother to him. Every old woman was like a grandmother to him.

“Hey, doc,” you titter. “I’m awake, so fill me in. How was work?”

“Shit. Literally. With blood,” he’s tugging his tie off, but the knot gets tighter. As long as it wasn’t any closer to his neck anymore.

“Not a first,” you push yourself up with your elbows, patting the space next to you like you were dusting.

“She’ll be okay.” He was convincing himself, but his belt had to differ, because it just wasn’t coming off. “She’s a nice lady, really - kind children - think she told me the second born was pretty well off - why the fuck isn’t this - fuck - ”

“Yoongi.” He wasn’t really one to like the eye you gave him at the moment. He’s rich and living good with you, but the overtax of having an innocent old lady getting diagnosed with colon cancer first thing daybreak wasn’t something he could pay for. You’ll take back your tone then. “Few days time. Surgery will do good. You’ll be recording the report on your phone, come home reeking of formaline, then I’ll handle the rest, hm?”

“Yeah… yeah,” then his slacks thud with the anchor of the belt on the floor and the tension rings softer.

You know you’re so used to him, because looking at his clothed dick always directs you to his hair, and he knows it, too, but the expression on his face is no joke. It’s good - tired with the lips pushed out, but the aura whispered self-congratulatory. The doctor knew he looked good. “Yeah, I promise she’ll be just fine. She screened early, didn’t she?”

“Well, it could have been earlier. Surgery team always aces it, but… waiting to see what happens? Just waiting? Sucks,” he gets too tired to undress, which means he starts crawling to get next to you in the awkward pairing of white boxers and an undone polo. But he crawls to get on top of you.

“Wanna get your head off it?,” you hang your arms around his nape. He smells like office.

“What can a housewife like you do?,” he snorts, but the self-satisfied kiss on your chest tells you he’s just reeling you on.

“Ooh, indirect sexism. Sexy,” your fingers are intertwined with the black locks of the back of his head.

“You know it,” he tugs the collar of the camisole low, tucks it under your breast, and they look prettily swollen. “Look at you,” his voice girdles against your chest, then he lowers his lips to kiss one breast. (that rhymed ooh)

You know you’re used to him, because you await the hot air that rises from your bodies. Tickles with love. “Mm, what about me?,” you hum.

But he responds with a tight suck on your nipple, and the sensation sears straight down to your core. You whine.

“That,” he points out, and he gropes your other boob like your innocence is slander. He peers at you. Your lip bit. Waiting. He’s hard, because it’s been days.

“Let’s get this out of the way,” you shove away the blanket you were tucked in, and the waft of wind is quickly replaced by Yoongi’s warmth. It’s abrupt, and it makes your face sweat. You pull your camisole off your torso and take him by the neck to kiss him.

It’s how synchronized your lips happened to be that makes you smile against the kiss, but that just gives him more access to scoop up your love with his tongue, and it makes you grind your hips up. Then he’s the one smirking. It’s the kind of smile you need to laugh off, or it doesn’t go away. “I missed this. Missed you. Etc,” he peppers your face with kisses.

You’re smiling. Your breath leaves your chest heavier, because he’s grinding his hard-on straight against your pussy. “You can have it for as long as you want now.”

“I can,” he clears his throat, tightens his chest like he’s bottoming out, but he’s just fucking you dry. His breath quivers to your neck. “God, you’re so - ,” then he lets a wet kiss to your lips finish his sentence. It’s open-mouthed, and not so in sync anymore.

He grinds slow. Good enough to coax the wetness out of you, and he could feel it breathing cold on the dry of both your underwears. A shivered breath leaves your chest. You moan messy against the kiss when Yoongi’s fingers become brutal, descending, pulling your panties aside and rubbing his digits in the slick.

“Huh. This is wet enough.”

“Yes. Fuck me.”

“Keep your eyes on me while I do,” then he holds your face in place with his pointer and thumb on your cheeks, the swell of your lips soaked and red. When he thrusts his dick inside you, you instantly fail, but it only makes him fuck you harder. Catching up on all the nights that biopsies and stacks of slides took away. “Feels — so fucking tight - ”

He’s basically drooling as he fucks you. Trapped in the trance of how every thrust makes you shift on the bed’s foam. And you’re caught in a chant of pathetic Ahs and Ohs.

Yoongi decides not to be silent tonight. “You look so good around me - so filthy,” he growls.

“Shiit, Yoongi,” you whimper, fingertips white with the pressure you press latching on his shoulders. Now all you want is for the pair of you to cum hard. “Your cock feels so good inside me,” you ramble, and the filthy shit’s supposed to be saved in your head, but he’s making your pussy clench throughout, and everything’s just — spilling. It’s good news, because it fuels his easy ego.

“Hm?,” a shaky breath leaves his nostrils. “You just become this filthy girl when my cock’s inside you, huh? Can’t take it when I’m fucking you this good?”

“I can’t - I can’t - fuck - !,” you exclaim, your eyes turning droopy, but you’re so turned on that he just needs them open so he could see himself fuck the fire out of you.

By the second, the scrunch of his nose gets prominent, because he’s trying to maintain his facade, but he’s fucking like he never has, and the groans just rip unpleasantly out of his chest.

“Nnggh - Yoongi - ”

He likes it when you say his name. “Yeah? There?”

“Yes - don’t stop - ”

He’s smug. “Look at you. Should I let you cum now?”

“I’m already - close - ”

“Ah - ah. We’re not stopping until I cum, okay?,” then his hips snap fast. Too fast to bare, and you think you’re already getting there. “You’re a good girl, right? You can take it.”

“Y-Yoongi - please - !,” your cunt clenches around him hard, and you could feel the overstress of the spot the tip of his cock kept hitting. Overwhelming. “I c-can’t - !”

His eyes are almost downcast. “Look at you - fucking cumming around me - ,” his hips start not making sense, but now, your eyes are shut and your thighs want to close. “I’m gonna - cuminsideyou - fuck - ”

“God - ohmygod - !”

“Yeahyes - Iloveyou— you'resogoodyou'resogood,” incoherent sentences roll off his tongue, but all your mind and pussy could grasp was the fluid that was filling you up. His hips stutter, and he finishes it with a sloppy kiss to your jaw and breaths with exasperated lips.

He might have to carry you on his cock to the bathroom to clean up, but he’s too spent to think. Still, he will carry you and your aching legs, or face coming home reeking of formaline to a bed reeking of cum.

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redrobinfection · 5 years

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(15) Horror Movies

SociallyAwkwardFox’s Spooktober - Day 15 “Horror Movies”

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Tim loves his boyfriends. So, so much. But one thing that Jason and Dick both love that Tim just can’t wrap his head around: horror movies.

They’re watching one right now, the third of a trilogy Jay and Dick love, and Tim is sandwiched between them on the couch, feeling faintly ill.

Jay and Dick are the kind of people that get that something from a horror movie, the adrenaline or the enjoyment of their terror or whatever it is that hooks people. Tim isn’t and he gets nothing but is a sick feeling in his stomach and the impression that all the color has been sucked out of the world.

It isn’t the scenes themselves that get to him, because as terrible as it is to admit, he’s seen and experienced thing just as terrible, maybe worse, in his time as Robin. All of them have. Brutal serial killings, human trafficking tragedies, figurative and literal monsters left and right, not to mention the rogues. A run-in with Scarecrow’s fear toxin? That would make most horror movies seem like a pleasant summer picnic. Chasing and being chased by Killer Croc in the sewers in the dead of night? Monster B-flick gold. And the Joker? ‘Nough said.

No, for Tim it’s more about the way the scenes are presented - the cold, dark filters; the unnatural lighting; the haunting music and grisly sound effects. It turns a factually horrifying scene into an garish exaggeration, like a scene from one of his nightmares - you don’t fully believe its real, but it still strikes a chord deep in your psyche.

He can handle one movie. Easy to shake off. Maybe two, in the daytime. But tonight they watched three, using their one night off from patrol to stay up into the wee hours of the morning–as if they would ever think use that time to catch up on sleep or something.

Three-quarters of the way through the third movie, Jason notices Tim getting twitchy and asks if he’s okay.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s just getting late. I keep nodding off and then every time someone screams, I jump awake again,” Tim tells them, playing it off with a laugh. Dick and Jason laugh with him.

“No problem, Babybird, we’re almost done. We’ll let you sleep in peace soon enough.”

“Did you mean 'rest in peace’, Jaybird?”

“Ugh, Dick, staaaahp.”

They laugh and kiss over Tim’s head, then come at him from both sides when he makes a disgruntled noise for being squished between them, showering him in kisses and noogies and awkward side hugs. The warm moment of affection between the three of them almost distracts Tim away from the grim mood affected by the movies. Almost.

When they settle down into bed an hour later, Tim snuggled between the two of them–all of Dick’s limbs wrapped around him and Jason drooling onto his shoulder–the sick feeling, mental and physical, doesn’t budge. Tim spends the rest of the night staring up at the dark ceiling, mind circling the imagery of the movie in endless spirals. He closes his eyes and pretends to be asleep when Dick gets up at 4:30 to pee, and again at 5:15 when Jay startles awake for a few seconds at the sound of a car alarm blaring down on the street. When they all get up at nine the next morning, neither Dick nor Jason seems to be the wiser to his deception.

Tim spends the next day exhausted, but makes up for it with a jam packed schedule–keeping busy always helps–and copious amounts of caffeine. That night he goes out for a quick patrol, then turns in early, hoping to make up for lost sleep.

He can’t. He’s still awake, his mind bombarding him with the images of a decapitated zombie child crawling toward a screaming young woman in the grey rain as “mama, mama” whistles in the wind; the sounds of a man sobbing as he clutches his dead partner in the snow–her womb torn out messily–and the smells he imagines a child clinging to their mother’s green, long-dismembered corpse would experience when Dick comes in at three AM. He’s still awake–and pretending he’s not with every Bat-trained skill he has–when Jay comes in a half hour later.

He’s seen just as bad in real life–and how messed up is it to say that?–but here the imagery is also accompanied by such a deep sense of sorrow, lasting pain and depression. Lives, minds, souls ruined. He’s still wide awake as dawn begins to light the sky. He extricates himself from their sleepy dogpile while Jason and Dick are still in the deepest stages of sleep and heads down to the gym to get a few hours of training in to pump him up for another exhausting day.

He struggles through day two, barely functioning as he makes his way into night three. He volunteers to stay on comms for the night, citing some bullshit excuse about a sore ankle he wants to rest to keep Dick from worrying and Jason from asking too many questions. He stays up late, working on case docs, hoping that if works himself to utter exhaustion that he can just pass out at dawn. He tells Dick and Jay he’s doing it to make up for not going out, and they seem worried, but he promises he’ll rest in the morning.

He doesn’t. Daylight doesn’t bring any relief from the wild thoughts and images that pop into his head any time he tries to quiet his mind. He pretends to nap on the couch until Jay and Dick leave, then goes into Wayne Enterprises and works late.

He goes out as Red Robin that night–night four–but turns in early after he gets a call from Alfred asking about unexpected telemetry from the vitals sensors in his suit–racing pulse, high rate of respiration. He excuses himself with claims that he’s in a bit of pain from his “sore” ankle. It’s a lie. His body and his mind are hitting their natural limits, his anxiety levels increasing and his organs screaming for rest. He meditates for the rest of the night, feeling somewhat refreshed the next morning.

Day four is like a bizarre dream, time zooming past or crawling by in fits and starts. He loses his appetite and even coffee starts to lose its appeal, the smell of it making his stomach twist. By five PM swears the shadows at the corner of his office have started to ooze toward him and he jumps at every little sound.

That night he skips dinner, disables all telemetry in his suit, and goes out for solo patrol. Just a loop around his territory. Then he’ll stop, take a sedative, and pass out for twelve to fifteen hours. Sweat it out as the drugs force him to stay under no matter what nightmares may come.

His patrol is patchy, if that makes any sense. Some moments he is clearly aware of where he is and what he’s doing, and then there are whole stretches of time that are total blanks. Halfway through his loop he gets sidetracked to a neighborhood outside his scope after he hears about of a drug deal going down outside a middle school.

He handles the would-be dealers–high schoolers dealing to middle schoolers who were lucky Red Robin caught wind of the deal before Red Hood did–then retires to the roof of the school for a breather. He sits down between two AC units and lets his head fall back against one for a few moments…

—

Tim slowly comes awake to the sounds of quiet conversation around him, gentle fingers combing through his hair, and a soft bed under him. He blinks his eyes open, squinting in confusion at the overhead light of the room he shares with Jay and Dick. Who left the lights on? Wait, why is he in his uniform? Did he forget to take it off before he dropped into bed?

“Dick. Dick, shut up a second, I think he’s coming around. Tim? Timmy? You with us?”

Tim turns his head to the side with a grimace. His neck is sore like he slept hanging off the side of the bed half the night.

“J-Jay?”

The hand leaves his hair and Tim turns his head minutely to see Dick sitting beside him on the bed, running both hands through his own hair, expression a blend of relief and worry.

“Holy cow, Tim, you scared the crap out of us. What were you thinking?” Dick demands of him. Tim blinks, confused.

“Whoa, whoa, ease up, Dickie, give 'im a sec to reboot, 'kay?” Jason chides, settling down near Tim’s bare feet–-oh, someone removed his boots, gauntlets, belts and cape and unzipped the collar of his suit. He rubs a soothing circles into the arch of one foot. “Hey, Timbo, you know where you are?”

“The 'partment,” Tim answers slowly. Did he hit his head on patrol?

“Yeah. You know what time it is?”

Tim blinks. It’s dark outside, so he knows it’s nighttime, but when he tries to think back to the last time he remembers he can’t get it straight. He was on patrol? Which patrol? He can’t remember. Did he get drugged? Shot?

“No? You know what day it is?”

He doesn’t. He starts to panic. What happened to him? He tries to sit up.

“Easy, Tim. Just rest for a minute,” Dick soothes, easing him back down with a hand on one shoulder. Tim flops back, heart racing. He’s missing something, something important, something awful he should remember.

“Breathe, Tim, don’t force yourself,” Jason chides. Dick’s hand returns to his hair and Jason lies down beside him, now rubbing circles into his exposed hand.

Dark spots cloud his vision and he starts to shake. Why can’t he remember? Now that he’s more aware, why do his joints ache and his limbs feel like they’ve been filled with cement? Why does he feel so cold? Is he dying? Is he dead?

“Jay, he’s hyperventilating.”

“No shit. Timmy? Tim? Breathe with me okay?”

“Breathe with Jason, Tim. Nice and slow.”

“Hey, fo– on m–”

“Ti–”

Their voices fade out along with the sensation of fingers feeling for a pulse and hands pulling off his suit. Darkness fills his vision until there is nothing left but the darkness.

—

When Tim comes around again it’s with a hiss for the bright overhead lighting of the Batcave’s med bay. You’d think with all their resources they’d invest in a light dimmer at some point.

“There he is. Rise and shine, Timbo,” Jason’s voice calls from his left. He groans and tries to squeeze his eyes closed.

“Ah, ah, ah, no falling asleep again until you endure the wrath of Big Bird and Alfie. They’ve got a lot of choice words for you, Babybird,” Jason chides, squeezing his hand. Tim tries to curl onto his opposite side but freezes with a gasp when a sharp twinge in his right arm informs him of the IV inserted there. The numb, slightly clammy feeling on his right index finger speaks to the presence of a pulse oximeter clip. Did he get injured, he wonders?

No. Bit by bit, Tim’s head clears and snatches of memory come back to him. He’d been on patrol. He stopped to rest. No dinner. No sleep. Wayne Enterprises. Disabled telemetry. Solo patrol. The teenaged dealers. A middle school.

Disabled telemetry. Shit.

“H-how long was I out?” Tim asks, croaking around the dryness of his throat. He turns back to Jay in time to see Alfred and Dick walk into med bay, expressions stern and relieved in equal measure. Jason snorts at whatever expression Tim makes in response to theirs.

“About a day, in and out of it,” Alfred replies smoothly, voice cool and unamused as he raises the back of the bed to help Tim sit up. “You gave Masters Dick and Jason quite the fright, not to mention myself, going out alone and under the radar the way you did. I thought we had taught you better than that, Master Timothy.”

Tim shrinks in on himself. You know you’re in trouble with Alfred when he calls you by your full first name. “Sorry, Alfred. Dick. Jason. I haven’t really been myself the past couple of days,” he admits, thinking back on the past week. He cringes internally as he thinks about their last free day and all the stupid things he did in the resulting funk.

“I imagine you wouldn’t be, skipping meals until you passed out from exhaustion,” Alfred lectures sternly as he deftly removes the IV and pulse oximeter. Dick looks sad and disappointed. Jason looks unconvinced.

Tim shakes his head. “I wasn’t skipping meals - mostly - I just wasn’t sleeping very much.”

Dick raises his eyebrows. “Define 'very much’? Why weren’t you sleeping?”

“Uhhhh, well… not at all?” Tim replies shrugging with an apologetic grimace. Alfred shakes his head as he leaves med bay and Jason’s eyes blow wide. Dick makes a sound of indignation.

“Not at all?!” Jason echoes. “What the hell, Babybird? What were you thinking!”

Tim scrubs his hands over his face and deliberately ignores the question in favor of asking one of his own. “What happened? I remember stopping to rest on the roof of Parkview Middle and then briefly waking up back at the apartment.” He looks around the med bay then takes stock of himself. He feels fine now, but he vaguely remember feeling like he was dying the last time he was fully conscious. “Did I get hurt?”

Dick doesn’t look happy about the redirect, but shakes his head and takes a seat on the edge of the gurney. “Well, after me and Jay got home at four AM, realized you weren’t there, and found your suit was missing, we called Alfred and Babs to see if you’d been out that night.

"Alfred said he hadn’t heard from you, and neither had Babs, but she eventually tagged you in a couple of surveillance feeds along your route. We tried to call you on comms: nothing. Then Babs tried to find you on live surveillance: still nothing.” Dick’s expression is dark and his eyes drill holes into Tim.

“We were freakin’ out, Timmers,” Jason continues. “Like, did you get hurt? Did you get kidnapped? We tried to check your telemetry and got fuck all. No vitals, no location. Dickie here was nearly shittin’ himself thinking you’d gone and gotten yourself killed or somethin’”

Tim’s face heats up in shame.

“In the end we pulled out the nuclear option and activated your subdermal GPS beacon,” he explains, gesturing to the stretch of skin on Tim’s arm under which the small capsule resided, a measure they all–Bruce included–agreed to take in order to avoid situations just like this one.

“We found you on some random-ass roof four blocks off your route, passed the fuck out. When we tried to check on you, you nearly cleaned Dickie’s clock, kicked me in the cup–it still hurt, even with the cup, so thanks for that–then tried to throw yourself off the roof. After we got you to calm down and wake up a bit, you seemed to recognize us, understand where you were, and we escorted you home.

"Everything was fine until we got into the apartment, at which point you threw yourself across our bed, cowl up and belts on, and passed out again,” Jason explained, rolling his eyes at the ridiculousness of it. “You weren’t outwardly bleeding and your pupils reacted appropriately to light, so we thought you were just a little tired or whatever. When you woke up again, you were disoriented as fuck and freaking out. Then you went completely non-responsive and we freaked out. We brought you down here just to make sure you didn’t have a brain bleed or a punctured lung or something.

"A million scans and some bloodwork later and Alfie concluded you that probably hadn’t been taking care of yourself,” Jason concludes, pinning Tim with a severe look of his own. “And now we’re hearing from you that you haven’t been sleeping? Cough it up, Timbo. How long?”

Tim clears his throat and shifts his legs restlessly. “About five days.”

“Five days!” Dick exclaims, jumping up from the end of the gurney. He rounds to the other side, across from Jason. “Why?”

Tim shrugs and looks away. “I dunno, I just haven’t been able to fall asleep. I couldn’t shut my brain off.”

“Why didn’t you tell us you had insomnia?” Dick asks.

Tim shrugs again. “What would you be able to do about it?”

“Make sure you didn’t do something stupid like stay up all night filing reports or go on patrol with all your tracers turned off, probably,” Jason replies wryly. He stands up, bracketing Tim between himself and Dick. He narrows his eyes.

“You know, I can tell when you’re keeping something from us, Timbo. Spit it out. What’s been so heavy on your mind that it hasn’t let you get a wink of sleep for nearly a week?”

Tim tenses and curls in on himself subconsciously. “Nothing. It’s not important.”

Jason laughs mirthlessly and Dick frowns. “If it’s important enough for you to lose sleep over it, then it’s important to us,” Jason insists.

Tim mumbles under his breath, avoiding eye contact.

“What?”

“It’s nothing,” he mumbles a little louder.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you, Timbelina,” Jason belts loudly into his ear.

“It’s your damn horror, movies okay!? I couldn’t sleep after we marathoned that trilogy on our night off,” Tim shouts back, scooting down the bed and throwing off the sheet. He swings his legs over the side, stands up, and only sways a little as the room swims around him for a second.

“The movies? They scared you?” Dick asks uncertainly as he steadies Tim with hand around his upper arm.

Tim shakes him off. “No, they’re just depressing as fuck. We see enough horrible stuff in our line of work, so sue me if watching it presented in a way intended to be emotionally gripping as possible puts me in a bit of a funk.”

He moves for the doorway, pretending not to be embarrassed that his ass is hanging out of the back of his hospital gown, only to be stopped by Dick darting in front of him, closely followed by Jason. They’re both watching him with concern, worry, and a tinge of guilt. Tim deflates. This was exactly what he hoped to avoid.

“Babe. You never told us they bothered you,�� Dick starts while Jason says, “A bit of a funk? It must really bother you if it’s keeping you up for days.” They look at each other, then Dick nods to Jason. Tim sighs.

“What’s really going on, Tim,” Jason asks.

“That’s really all it is,” Tim replies, crossing his arms. “We watched the movies, I didn’t sleep that night and then it kind of snowballed from there, the sleep dep feeding the funk.” Looking at it objectively, after a good night’s rest, he can admit that the situation never should have escalated past that first morning; he should have taken a sedative and a day off right then and there to avoid falling deep into the funk.

“Is it really that bad? Why didn’t you tell us you don’t like scary movies?” Dick asked, looking for all the world like a kicked puppy. Tim groaned.

“It’s really not a big deal. Not usually. They don’t scare me, they just kind of… I dunno, haunt my thoughts for a while afterwards. You know how it goes; I overthink everything,” Tim admits, waving a hand dismissively. “And I didn’t tell you guys because I didn’t feel like being made fun of for being 'too scared to watch a scary movie’. Who would have believed me if I said they’re not scary, just emotionally disturbing?”

Dick opens his mouth like he’s going to object but Tim cuts him off. “No, don’t even try to tell me that you would. Look at Jay, at least he’s honest with himself.”

They both look at Jason, who is nodding along, looking chagrined. “Yeah, I’ll admit, if you’d said something, I probably would have teased you about it.” He gives Tim a look Tim can’t decipher. “You’re an odd one, Timbo, but there’s no arguing with the results. If it bothers you, it bothers you, whether it’s frightening or not. But if it bothers you so much, then why watch with us? You could have just told us you don’t like horror and gone to bed.”

“And not spend time with you guys?” Tim asks incredulously. “We get one night off together every two weeks, and you think I would just give that up and go to bed alone?” He shakes his head at them. “I put up with it because I wanted to spend time with you guys and I wanted you guys to do something you both enjoy. I didn’t want to be the wet blanket in the room that put a stop to that.”

Both Jason and Dick’s faces fall on hearing this, and in that moment Tim is done with this conversation. He tries to skirt around them, but Jason blocks his path.

“Move, Jason, I need to pee.” He does. IVs are great and all, but sleeping for twenty four hours through one, maybe two liters of fluids equals one very full bladder. He’s grateful Alfred didn’t stoop to inserting a urinary catheter just to punish him, even if it would have done him a favor in this one thing.

Jason crosses his arms obstinately.

“I will pee on you,” Tim warns.

Dick steps between them and places his hands on Tim’s shoulders. “Tim, it means a lot to us that you would put our enjoyment above your own, but it hurts a little to think you don’t trust us enough to let us know when something’s bothering you.”

“What Dick said,” Jason seconds. “Yeah, we’d probably tease you at first, but eventually we’d get that horror makes you uncomfortable and picked something else to do. We care about you just as much you care about us, ya know?”

Tim looks away, uncomfortable.

“Look, we’re not trying to blame the victim here, we’re just saying give us a chance next time, okay?” Jason clarifies, tone softening. “We deserve the opportunity to prove ourselves assholes or saints for ourselves, yeah?”

Tim snorts softly. “Yeah.”

They smile and Dick draws them both into a hug, sandwiching Tim between them. “Good. And we’re sorry, Tim. We should have noticed you weren’t having a good time and asked.”

“You did,” Tim admits, “But I told you I was 'just tired’ and you guys bought it. That’s on me.”

“Yeah, well, dealing with you–the guy who lies to Batman–we should have pressed the issue no matter how convincing you were,” Jason replies, pressing his face into Tim’s hair. “And you shouldn’t feel like we won’t take you seriously. That’s mostly my bad for teasing you so much.”

Tim presses his face into Jason’s chest and shakes his head. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not,” Dick says softly at his back. “But it will be.” Tim feels Jason smile into his hair and nod. He lets them hold him tight and close for a long minute.

“And no more horror movies around Timmy!” Dick exclaims belatedly, making Tim and Jason laugh.

“Definitely. We’ll save it for our solo dates, right Dickie?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Okay, this was nice and all,” Tim begins, squirming a little, “but I wasn’t kidding earlier; someone needs to let go now or I’m going to pee on Jason.”

“Eh, I’m fine with that,” Dick replies lightly.

“Dick, you dick!” Jason shoots back, but he doesn’t pull away.

“Stop making me laugh! I’m really going to pee on him!”

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