#life is really fucking fragile huh. like it can be gone just like that.

[scattered-winter]

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#the worst part about all this is that i Literally saw her 2 weeks ago. we didnt have time to talk we just said hi and went our separate ways #i never even got to say goodbye to her. #and i didnt even know i needed to because this was all so fucking sudden. she was my age. healthy. etc #life is really fucking fragile huh. like it can be gone just like that. #im sorry im just. #i was super close with her mom too and i want to idk. text her or something. but what the fuck can i even say?? #and my other friends in that friend group are all unavailable rn for one reason or another #like. no contact in another country kind of unavailable #so im just. do they even know. has anyone told them. or will they find out when they come back. #i still cant even wrap my head around it tbh. its just. she was alive this morning. she was alive. this morning. #hh. anyway. #i called my sister and cried to her a little bit which was nice. but fuck i really really wish i could hug her right now #or cuddle my dog. literally anything. #im going to be such a fucking mess tomorrow oh my god #i dont even want to go to sleep tonight because if i see her in my dreams im going to fucking lose it #i dont know. i dont fucking know. #winter speaks #personal #tw death #grief tag #<- i fucking guess. i might be venting more in the next few weeks so ill at least make it easy to blacklist

[after-witch]

The Touch of the Velvet Hand [Platonic Yandere L x Sibling Reader]

Title: The Touch of the Velvet Hand [Platonic Yandere L x Sibling Reader]

Synopsis: You sneak out at night with Matt. How long can that last, really?

Word count: 2700ish

notes: yandere, platonic yandere, abusive sibling dynamic, reader is L's younger adult sibling, brief tickling, captivity (reader can't leave Whammy's)

Happiness is a fragile thing. It can slip through your fingers if you aren’t careful. Or it can be wrenched away violently by someone else out of pettiness or jealousy or sheer resentment. Or it might just crumble on its own, incapable of bearing the load you put upon it. 

The point being--happiness just doesn’t last. 

You know this for a fact, and you’ve known it since you can remember. Since you and your brother L would spend nights in makeshift shelters, huddled together for warmth, sharing what scraps of food you were able to find.

Since you were whisked into the world of Whammy’s, where you’re still stuck, even as an adult, kept safe and very, very fucking bored behind its walls. 

So yes, happiness, fleeting thing, had to be carved out wherever you could get it. 

You’re not sure what will take away your current bout of happiness. You’re only sure that it’s temporary, which is why you’re indulging in it full-throttle, not holding back for a moment, because God only knows when you might feel like this again.

The first night that Matt showed up in your doorway, you eyed him warily. 

 It was not the first time that one of your brother’s would-be successors came knocking at your door. 

Although that was only a figure of speech, as it was more common to find them snooping or spying or for one of them to simply waltz into your bedroom like you weren’t your own person at all. That type of presumption was fine for your real brother, but for the rest? It made you curl up your lip and ignore them.

Matt is (maybe) different. Matt has never (that you’ve seen, at least) taken notes on you. He’s never leaned snarkily against your door frame and asked you questions punctuated by pops of bubblegum or left a doll that vaguely resembles you in your doorway as either a threat or an offering and you’re not sure which would be creepier.

And so, when he showed up in your doorway, you were wary, sure. But not ready to shut him out entirely. Unless he started prying into your life or revealed some sort of ulterior motive or asked you about (God forbid) your brother.

But all he did was gruffly say, “Heads up!” before tossing something at you. You caught it, barely, hands stinging from the slap of it. 

It was a helmet.

“Huh?” You had asked, immediately feeling stupid, not for the first time within the confines of Whammy’s.

Matt had just smiled and shrugged.

“Got a new ride.  You want to check it out with me?”

Maybe it was foolish to accept. Maybe he was trying to butter you up and find out some of L’s secrets. Maybe he was just bored and you were the perfect solution.

But you said yes, anyway, because you were absolutely bored and this was entirely new. You let him grab your wrist and pull you through the hallways, let him sneak you out--suppressing breathy giggles, your heart-rate raising--and onto the street where he guided you onto the back of his motorcycle and told you to hold on as tight as you could.

You’d never gone so fast in your life. You’d never smiled so much in your life, either.

Could anyone blame you for saying yes without question when he showed up soon after, too? For primping a little before he arrived, for wearing an outfit you thought might look cool? For feeling your heart flutter when he gave you a quick little wink and said you looked nice? 

No, they couldn’t. And if they did, well. Fuck them. They weren’t stuck at an orphanage for geniuses with an internationally renowned brother that was always busy, gone, or both. 

But most people couldn’t blame you, you were sure. Most people had common sense. 

They couldn’t blame you for the breathless way you fell against your bed when he returned you home each night, cheeks ruddy from the wind, grin plastered on your face, either. Or the way that you dreamt about the nights to come, wondering if rides in the darkness, blurry lights passing you by, might turn into something more. 

He’s taking you out tonight, too. He said so. 

And it’s going to be a turning point, you just know it. Last night, Matt mentioned something about a diner--imagine that, going into a diner--he liked, and would you like to try it? Maybe you tripped a little too quickly over your yes but that’s to be expected. You hardly talk to anyone but your brother and he’s barely around, so where does that leave poor little you and your social skills? 

It doesn’t matter, because your thoughts have turned to tonight and the diner. Will it be a greasy spoon, the kind you’ve seen in movies? Will the floor be checkered and will there be milkshakes and fries and burgers dripping ketchup? If there’s a jukebox, will Matt have coins to plunk inside? Will he let you pick the music? Will you dance? Will he press himself against you, this time chest to chest instead of your chest pressed against his back, and will you lean in and kiss you? Will he be warm, will you be warmer, will things go from there? 

There’s so much to consider, thoughts racing, mind connecting the potential pathways of tonight. 

You think about them all morning, all afternoon, and into the evening.  You think about them while you’re taking a shower, taking extra care to rub on a scented lotion that you’ve rarely used before. 

The thoughts race even as you’re flipping through your closet to find something that doesn’t look like a pair of comfortable pajamas. You settle for some tighter jeans and a close-cut gray sweater. The effect is cool, casual--interested but not desperate. Or so you hope. 

The sky gets dark and that’s when you force yourself into bed, grabbing a book that you open but don’t actually read. When Matt comes, you can set it down slowly; it’ll keep you from leaping out of bed as soon as he leans against your door frame. Your eyes dart back and forth on the page, not reading the words but letting them rush over your brain like a waterfall while you wait, and wait. 

And ah, there’s the sound of someone’s knuckles gently knocking and pushing open your door--you don’t even look up, you just set the book down sweetly as you please and stand, smoothing out a wrinkle in your sweater before you look up and…

It’s not Matt in the doorway at all.

It’s L. Standing there, arms folded, resting against the door frame like his sudden appearance didn’t make your stomach drop through the floor. 

“Oh.” The word forms slowly. It feels like there’s peanut butter in your mouth and the words don’t want to get out. “Um. Hey. Is… something wrong? I thought you were working on a case.”

L blinks. 

“I am.” He looks you up and down; or rather, he looks at your distinct lack of pajamas and your carefully styled appearance.  “Where were you going?”

You shift on your feet. The look that you were coolly proud of ten minutes ago suddenly feels like it’s a traitor.

“Just uh, you know. To bed.”

He smiles, and your nerves tingle. 

“In boots?” Your toes flex inside your brown boots, carefully chosen to go with your jeans. L shuts your bedroom door behind him. “Who took you out?”

Your stomach squirms and you press your lips together. The silence is heavy and droning.

“I can check the cameras,” he says easily, “but I’d rather you just tell me.” 

You’re a little kid again, caught stealing L’s notebooks and shoving them under your pillow so he had to pay attention to you. And even if he knew exactly where you stashed them, he’d rather make you tell him and admit your guilt than do it himself. 

“Matt,” you whisper. The heat in your cheeks builds. “It’s not a big deal. We were just riding around.” But it is a big deal, you think. And you wanted more from it.

L hums. “What a strange thing to do, since you’re not allowed to leave at night. Especially if I don’t know about it.”

A scoff forces its way through your throat. “I’m not allowed to leave during the day, either.” Your lips quirk. “I’m not a child. You can’t keep me in here all the time.”

Your brother only stares at you and he doesn’t even need to say “Yes, I can” because you know he’s thinking it. And you know it’s true, too. 

It’s not fair, the way he makes you feel like you’re having a tantrum when you’re simply asserting your right to some basic freedoms.

The injustice of it all slithers down your arms, building in your fists as you clench them tightly at your sides. “I’m sick of being here all the time. It’s like I’m in a fucking… ant farm! Or a doll house!” 

Without an invitation, L pulls out your desk chair and takes a seat. He leans forward and you find yourself standing up straighter, refusing the implicit invitation to get on his level. 

“So. What would you like to do?” He asks. The softness in his voice is a contrast against your own rising anger, the unbearable tightness of your throat.

“I don’t know,” you say, half-spitting. “Go outside.” Thoughts of a vague future rush through you like the wind past Matt’s motorcycle. “Get an apartment, live on my own.” 

L nods. “How would you pay your rent?”

Your lip quirks. “I’d get a job.”

He nods again, and his eyes half-close, like he’s genuinely thinking about your responses. 

“I see. What kind of job?”

You swallow, throat tight, and shift your legs. The boots aren’t terribly comfortable, are they? “I-I don’t know.” You cross your arms. “A waitress or something--something like that.”

L leans back and rests his elbow on your desk, watching you with his chin in his hand.

“You couldn’t afford rent on a waitress’s wages.” He glances down at your legs and feet, already tired from standing for a little while. “And you know that you can’t be on your feet all day.” Something in your chest stings and you back up, unwittingly resting your backside against the bed and sitting down.

“I’ll go to college and be something else, then,” you whisper. “I’ll get paid more money.”

L only looks at you and tilts his head a little. “You can get a college education here, if that’s what you want.” 

“No!” Your fists clench against your blanket. “It’s not the same. You know it’s not. I’d be able to make friends. And meet new people and do things and not be stuck in the same place every fucking day.”

You’ve never made concrete plans for such a future, but the vague notions of it, the idea of meeting people in a coffee shop and having inside jokes and making plans to get drinks after work, all picked up from movies and books, have stuck like taffy in your head.

L waits a few moments before he speaks up. It makes you hate how sensible he seems. “You’re kept in the same place because it’s safer. It’s my job to take care of you, isn’t it?”

That’s when your voice cracks, and when the tears finally threaten to make an appearance. “But you’re not the one taking care of me, are you? You’re barely here.” Hot tears prick at your eyes and fall too easily, and you hate them and hate yourself for being so pent-up, so emotional. So weak.

And just like that, the stand-off, pitiful as it was, is finished and L is up and over, sitting down on your bed and pulling you close to him. Familiar scent, familiar softness. Familiar hands. How many years has he held you like this? When you had nightmares. When you wanted mom and dad and they were dead. When you were scared of being at Whammy’s, scared of the people there, scared of the fact that you were only there because of who your brother was. And everyone knew it, too.

“I take care of you even when I’m not here,” he says softly.

You scoff, tears choking your throat. 

His grip on you tightens. 

“I mean it. I can’t protect you if there are too many unknown factors at play. Staying here is the best way to reduce them. I can’t be with you as often as you like, but that can’t be helped.” He relents enough for you to pull away, to show him the tears on your face, that he dutifully wipes with his knuckles, even as he adds a bit of mirth to his voice. “You were stuck with a genius brother, I’m afraid.” 

When your lips tremble, he sighs.

“I don’t want you to get hurt. And this is the safest option.”

It’s too hard to hate him and hate your life for too long. Resentment and bitterness aren’t fleeting, but they’re awful companions. 

You smile, just a little, through your sniffles. “Oh, like you haven’t hurt me before, L.”

He pulls one of his arms from around your back just so he can flick you on the forehead. “Beating you at wrestling is vastly different than putting your life at risk.” 

You wipe at your nose, brushing away a hint of snot and some of the heaviness in your chest. “You only beat me because I was little.” You sniff. “I could take you now.”

His eyebrows quirk up, and your chest flutters a little--this was a feeling you remembered from when you were younger, a feeling that became harder to come by as the years went on. Sibling silliness. Joking. Fun. “Could you?” He asks, tone rising in a way that eased the tightness in your throat.

You meet his raised eyebrows with a determined look. And there is that moment between you, a moment when you are anticipating each other’s moves. But before you can wrap your arms around his shoulder and attempt a tackle, he moves--much faster than most would give him credit for, given his general lackadaisical vibe--and there are two thumbs digging into your sides.

It’s a horribly ticklish sensation, just bordering on painful, as he digs his thumbs underneath your ribs. 

“You’re a fucking--cheater!” You manage between short laughs as he begins to twist his thumbs. Thankfully, your arms are free, and you grab one of your pillows and whack him in the head until he stops and gets off your bed.

You’re catching your breath as he kneels down. You don’t know what he’s doing at first until he’s got your leg in his grip, and begins to slide off your boots. You bite the inside of your cheek, but stay limp as he pulls them off, one at a time, and sets them on the side of the bed. 

You half-expect him to go into your dresser and pull out pajamas, but instead he eyes the pillow you set next to you and straightens up. 

“Give up on your pillow assault so soon?” He asks, a smile on his lips. He raises his hands and moves his fingers. “Or should I keep going?” 

You pout, and cling to one of your pillows. “Fine.” Your grip tightens and your feet feel lighter without your boots on. “I give up. Cheater.”

He snorts, and walks back to lean against the wall next to your door. There’s that heavy silence again, but now you know exactly how the rest of the night will go and it hurts more. 

“You’re not going out with Matt again.” It’s not a question. Not a bargain. Just a simple fact.

Your chest hurts and hugging the pillow doesn’t help, but you do it anyway. You should have known this was coming--happiness never stays, and all that. Nothing you said or did was going to change L’s mind on this or make your nights with Matt last longer than they did.

“Will you tell him?” You sound like a mouse. You feel like one, too, under your brother’s stare, on this bed, in this room, in this house. 

He smiles.

“Sure.”

It’s a small mercy. If L didn’t love you, you’re sure he wouldn’t give it. 

#yandere l lawliet #yandere death note #yandere l #yandere #platonic yandere #afterwitch writes #I meant to finish a vampire fic but I'm stressed about a medical test tomorrow #so vaguely comforting fucked up sibling platonic yandere it is!

[reallyromealone]

NSFW CONTENT

FUJOSHIS DNI

Tall Buff house husband x Bonten Mikey nsfw

X

When people thought if Mikey Sano they did not think he would have an incredibly hot house husband making him meals and giving him kisses.

Outside of maybe Sanzu, no one would think that Mikey would climb his husband like a jungle gym and lay on him when he did push ups.

They also didn't expect Mikey Sano to be bound and gagged with a dog clicker in his hand as his strong husband fucked into him, Mikey letting out loud muffled moans as tears rolled down his cheeks and let (name) fuck him into the next century.

Mikey liked control everywhere except at home where (name) took the reins from Mikey, the blond enjoying not having to be in charge of handling shit and being taken care of so lovingly by his tall ripped husband who was once his high school sweetheart.

"Such a pretty boy, fuck you real good baby" (name) said softly into his ear as he fucked him like his life depended on it and watched the blond loose himself on his cock, moving to watch his cock move in and out of the other "gonna let me take good care of you 'jiro? Look at your tight ass sucking down my cock..."

Mikey just moaned and cried as he looked at (name) with the most pitiful expression as his lips wrapped around the ball gag "god your lips look good wrapped around anything huh?"

Mikey loved it when (name) used him like this, like he was nothing more than a cheap whore.

"Oh, the foods done" (name) said suddenly and without stopping he grabbed a vibrating thrusting dildo from the side table "this will keep you company baby" (name) said sweetly and swapped places with the dildo, taking a step back to watch his lover lose himself on the toy with pure facination "good boy, if you can refrain from cumming till I get back I will untie you baby"

Mikey weakly nodded as he lulled his head back and focused on not cumming because he really wanted to mark up (name).

(Name) was gone for ten minutes but it felt like hours to Mikey as his hips bucked into the toy, letting out muffled moans and squeaks and letting his eyes flutter close and was lost in the sensation of the toy vibrating and thrusting into his prostate.

(Name) had come back and just watched Mikey enjoy himself before sneakily walking close and press the toy deeper "good boy, not cumming" (name) praised as he slowly removed the toy and turned it off and freed Mikey from his bounds and gag before lifting the practically limp crime lord into his arms and smiled as Mikey clung to him, lining himself up he fucked into Mikey without a second thought and grinned when Mikey let out a pathetic cry. Clinging to his back, Mikey clawed down it helpessly as (name) fucked him well and hard and lifted his hips like he was some doll made just for (name) and he wouldn't deny that he was made just for (name) as he was made for Mikey.

"Can feel you tightening up baby, you close? Wanna cum on my cock?"

"Pleasepleaseplease--" Mikey changed out as (name) sucked Hickeys onto his neck "then cum baby" and with that the two came hard and Mikey fell limp as (name) held him close and soothed him "let's clean you up and then get you some food baby"

Mikey loved how (name) made him priority one, letting him being fragile.

Letting him be Manjiro.

Mikey let him gently clean him, tender kisses on any bruises and soft movements as he removed the cum from his ass before moving onto the bath "I made your favorite" (name) said beside the tub, letting the other soak "one moment baby" he said getting up to grab something only for Mikey to grab his wrist "stay?"

"I won't go anywhere baby, you know I'll go anywhere you want me"

"Promise?"

"Always"

Mikey was terrified to show weakness but with (name) it felt almost natural to be like this with the other.

He felt safe no matter what with him.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #mikey tokyo revengers #male reader #mikey x reader #mikey x male reader #mikey sano smut

[cloudninetonine]

*walks on in tiredly, waves, hands you a basket of cookies, does not elaborate* Hey, so how you've been doing? So, about Wane getting jumped this chapter- *throws this at you and runs* Turns out past Summer is an idiot who wrote too much and had to split it in two parts because Tumblr asks have a character limit, this week has been kicking my butt and I've no idea you've been cool with me tagging you, apologies if it's not too good/short, literally finished splitting this in a fit of sleep deprivation during a rough week and saving my energy to yell about the new chapters of Player's Aid (how does it feel to be created by Nayru herself? Because I've been going FERAL Monarch Cumulonimbus/Cloud) and being intrigued by your Linksonas (never thought I'd simp for them but here we are! Just saying, Iron and Crypt can get it ngl, great design choices and their lore literally activates my history nerd hyper fixation mode), so have this for now before I pass out xD

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You couldn't believe your ears. Convinced you'd finally cracked, gone fully and truly mad, that the thorns and roots and flowers of Hyrule had finally sank their greedy seeds into your soul and made you finally unhinged and insane while taking root.

Did they really...?

The person in the dark green cloak with their brilliant, verdant eye seemed to recover faster, hackles raised, their tone snapping and sharp, a fox with it's tail caught in a trap, irritable and biting and willing to bite their own limbs off to escape even as they shakily took a red potion from their pilfered Sheikah Slate, downing it like a shot, "Look, I know I'm the farthest thing from merciful, but I've had a rough week alright? Can't we save the bad time for when I'm not already on the ground? Real question right now."

"No!" You spoke, you cringe at the volume of your tone, looking around wildly (pointedly not glancing at the downed man at the strangers side) and the shade similarly lurches back, hissing like a cornered snake in the face of a mongoose, alert and wary, the shadows did nothing to settle your nerves, nor did the sweet and nauseating combination of rot, sickness, blood and death rancid in the air, settling agaisnt the back of your throat and chocking your lungs in poisonous fumes, but no sound besides the stranger's shaky breaths and those of the chosen of Hylia broke the tentative peace. Breathing, your hands twist the chain your fairy loved traveler gave you, grounding as you felt like falling and falling and falling, your tone weak, but you would not break "That's... Not what I meant. I just... You know about that game, you're not from here, either." Tentative hope falls from within your lips, dripping like the nectar of life you'd bled and shed already today, fragile as a flower, easily crushed.

Something about that made the stranger pause, gloved fingers twitching over the Sheikah Slate's item inventory, they peer at you from within the shadows of their hood, their emerald gaze that of an assessing, wild, wild beast, and you felt as scrapped raw as those first days in the land of divinity and legends and heroes and princesses and ever cycling conflict, torn asunder as they searched you for something you couldn't begin to describe, and found it, softening as tired understanding fell upon their shoulders like a mourner's shroud, someone who had returned to the mine and only found the canary's remains, "... No. No I'm not, and neither are you, huh kid?"

It wasn't a question. Though you wanted to contest being called a kid, you nod silently anyway.

They sigh, running a hand through their face with a low curse, "For Christ's sake, I really want to deck Hylia in the face right about now. That no good glow stick chicken really fucked it up this time for two of us to be around here now."

You couldn't help it, you laugh, an ugly, slightly hysterical cackle, nails on chalkboard, pitched agony from trying so hard to keep it together, but relieved, "You go for the face while I go for the knees?" You joked.

(You weren't alone in this.)

That made them bark a laugh, getting up, seemingly satisfied with their pilfered loot, a good quality spear and sword, the chain around their arm clinks as they toss you a bow and a full quiver you catch on instinct, silently thanking your Champion and Rancher and the Old Man for teaching you how to handle a bow before all this mess as they picked up W- your champion's twisted reflection with a huff (Wither, it's Wither, like decay, sickness, weakness and death. Not Wild. Chaotic but not Wild. Not magnolias and silent princesses and clear spring water after storms and howling forest winds. Not your hero), and tossed him without ceremony in an empty cell, locking it tight and placing the key in the slate, grinning slightly, though you couldn't tell if it was purely out of reassurance or from the strangled (and satisfying) grunt of pain his carcass made as he hit the dungeon's floor, they come closer to you with slow, careful steps, almost making no sound in spite of their heels, liminal like smoke. Like the world didn't have a proper grasp of their fleeting existence, "Sounds like a fair deal to me, if you've been through half as much nonsense as I did then you too deserve to commit some emotionally cathartic deicide." They examine you with their eyes, green and (e/c), mismatched and unknowable in their thoughts, a small frown on their face as they offer you a red potion, "Though no offense, you don't look quite in the shape to fight god yet kid, Jesus, did you get into a scuffle with a malice infected Lynel? Point me to who jumped you, I'll return the favor before we bust out of here."

You tense, memories from earlier in the night coming to mind-

(Conquest coming to stand guard, you nicking yourself on the broken blade you've been carefully using to pick the lock of where the Master Sword had been locked away with you, the scuffle between teeth and claw and you wrapping the iron chain you've kept concealed in your neck around his own, the hair raising, bone shaking agonizing screeching crushing open your ribcage and curling around your lungs with horror and terror as your hands felt the iron heat up with hunger. As you prayed and prayed you'd never have to hear such a sound leave your lovely, kind, sweet traveler's throat as well as the memory sunk into your very marrow and you were so sorry-)

You breath, taking the potion, wrinkling your nose slightly at it but downing it like a shot under the green clad escapee's careful watch, as you cringed from the taste you almost didn't catch their wording while trying to get the bile to retreat to your bowels where it belonged, "No, Downfall Hero, he's out for now. I'm sure I could take her- wait, we?"

"The inverted Changeling?" They hiss empathetically, though sounding impressed, you couldn't see why, as you were sure his screams would forever be etched into your mind, it's nothing to be proud of, "No wonder you look in such rough shape, the Fae are ruthless and he'd be specially troublesome given his Hyrule is a downright mess, abyss touched dragon he is. Though that saves half the work... If he and this mongrel are down for the count, then that takes two of the most troublesome one's out already. Missing two now, take the space to breath and rest up for now ok? You'll need to save your strength to make a break for it, riding on horseback or going on foot won't be a picnic either way." They raise an eyebrow, or at least you think they do, their tone disbelieving, a hand scrolling though the slate while the other offers you a wet cloth, "Yes? You're a Guide as well, no?"

"That's what everyone's been telling me ever since I got Isekaied here, doesn't mean I have noticed any difference besides Lady Luck's tendency to like fucking me over more than usual," you grumble, tone bitter as you trade them the empty bottle for the rag, you examine their arm carefully to attempt to push the memory away, silently thanking the regard as you clean your hands and collarbones off of blood, you don't think you could take anyone touching you right now, much less a kind but plain odd stranger. most of the surface is covered by dark gloves and ceremonial jewelry, claws tipped green with magic.

They nod, seemingly to themselves as they take a bundle from the slate with a small 'Aha!', and an adventurer's pouch whom you hear a faint clinking from, "Even more reason for me not to leave you then. What with the way things are."

"Why...?" You start, but close your mouth with a click, wary and bitterly amused, the you from before wouldn't have questioned it, would have accepted help from a stranger in this time in a heart beat, but you've learned, watching them wearily, you were tired, but you'd be darned if you had to deal with the same situation you did with the Shadow, where you almost died for the first time.

They look and sound genuine, but so did Abyss, before you noticed the glint of teeth and the sleeping, starved lindworm at the bottom of the chasm of his soul, you wouldn't make the same mistake again so easily.

They sigh, turning to you with a hand on their hip, you think they flinch a bit, still pained from their wounds but they level you with a serious gaze, tone soothing but firm as the roots of a tree, "You don't trust me. I get it. Under normal circunstances I would honestly just get the heck out of dodge on my own and be done with it because I don't trust you either. But two heads are better than one, and I refuse to give that dollar store, after Halloween knock off of Nightmare from FNAF 4 a single inch when it's already taken a mile." Their grip on their spear shifts, cracks run along the lonsdaleite shell of their unwavering will, ruined, but not broken, and it's so, so much like the echo of the fox clawing agaisnt your ribcage and howling with the wish to go home it makes you ache, "I have people to protect, friends I can't neglect by dying here. And either I'll kill that abomination and devour it's heart so that it won't hurt anyone ever again, or it will stop at nothing or anyone to devour The Guide and wear it's soul like a crown. It's a wounded animal looking for a way to heal and I refuse to let that vulture take from anyone else's flesh. It's not about trust, (Player), it's about plain fucking common sense and doing whatever it takes for the sake of survival." Their gaze tears through you, emerald on sapphire, wild, ruinous, but understanding on frayed, raw franticness, as they gut open the reality of the matter at hand and drop the organs at your feet, "But you already know that, don't you? I'll give you two choices: come with me while you still can, and I'll stop at nothing until you get back home or until you get someplace safe, or you can proceed alone while I burn this place to ash, choice is yours, I'm just trying to do something good for once." They growl, the fox is howling again, trapped and agitated, but not at you, they look at you steadily, itching to run but kind enough to look back, "Those people are not the hero I vowed to follow, so I don't see why I shouldn't do everything to even just mildly inconvenience them, you're a fellow Guide and were further removed from the exits than even myself, that tells me enough."

You take in a shaky, fragile breath. You've never told them your name.

Suspicion bites and pecks at your soul like a murder of crows, you were tired, you were scared, you could see that desire to run reflected in them, to not look back before you got teeth agaisnt your neck and claws dragging you down into the deep river that was despair and hopelessness, to let your weariness win.

"What's the plan?"

So you couldn't even begin to tell anyone why you looked back.

Maybe it was spite, to not let the torment you've seen while leashed to these so called 'heroes' side like a beaten dog take from you the kindness that made you human, maybe it's the protectiveness you felt towards your boys, the rekindled anger at the very thought of the Shadow gaining a single edge on them that made your vision go red, your blood become the lava and magma at the heart of Eldin, and the wounded vixen in your heart howl and snarl with the cold hunt of the deity trapped in the mask. Fury beating like the drum's of Din's booming, uncaring laughter as she jeered and taunted for war.

Or maybe it was because your Links rubbed off on you, the Chain did repeatedly say that their instincts kept them alive. Something about the person in front of you felt like a kindred spirit, like looking in a mirror, and the glittering diamond of their conviction to keep you safe felt like a promise you'd hear from Time, from Hyrule or Wild or heck even Legend, the prat.

And anyone with a tone like that would surely do their best to keep that promise, or die trying.

They blink at you, visible eye wide, before smiling, cerulean with relief, before passing you one of their pouches with a wink, the softness of comfort turning into the blade's edge of viciousness, "First, we are closing your wounds and wrapping your hands, those look like a bitch to move around with. Then we blow up the corridor where you came from and the stairs leading to here, that should keep these two fairly busy."

You send them a dry look, "Says the person almost sliced clean in half."

"Shh, this ain't about me." They poke you on the chest sternly. You snort, but come over anyway, careful not to make too much noise, it draws a smile across their face as they take the bandages and a second cloth to start patching you up, your back to the wall and theirs to the corridor, head lightly cocked, it reminds you vaguely of Twilight, listening like so even when in Hylian form, "Take out the Twili Touched. If possible the veteran too, they'd be troublesome to shake off and we need to minimize their tracking chances. I could probably stall the Sky Beast enough to take the Master Sword that dowsing would be downright impossible to shake and a pain in the ass-

"No need, it's with me. I took it after downing Conquest."

They seem to blue screen, you can practically hear the record scratch as they stare at you blankly, then moves on, "... Wow. Okay. I hope you know I would die for you."

"Now that's a bit much."

They laugh, but move on, snickering, before their tone turns serious. "Alright, so, avoid Chrono, the sailor and Conflict at all costs, the shattered hero is manageable as long as his Shadow Link decided to forsake him, Abyss too even if he would be as much of a nightmare to face, he has less stamina than the unwanted animal so all you need to do is out last him. Those three though? I mean it, you see those bastards? You. don't. engage. You run, run and don't look back no matter what you hear, I can handle myself and I have a score to settle and enough rage to keep me alive until I do it, you don't have half my experience though and I sure hope you won't ever have it, so when I tell you to run, you run, go it? I'm not about to test our luck here if Lady Luck or Hylia or Demise himself have decided to screw with us."

You shiver, you'd much rather not talk about Chrono, but something about their wording makes you pause, "Chrono I get, even if your confidence deeply alarms yet reassure me, why Cyclone and Conflict though?"

Your fellow guide seems to groan, artificial hand running through their face as they start setting up remote bombs on the stairwell from which you came, "Kid has the Wind Waker. Usually I wouldn't be down for punting a small child, I'm an asshole though not that kind of asshole, but if that little menace remembers he has it we are both screwed."

Fuck, they're right, "Aah, song of control, my bad, what about Conflict though?"

"He's dangerous, a snake in wolf clothing and a soldier to boot, if he's running with this circus of unhinged clowns then that probably means he did something so bad even the royal guard would have issues with." Craein clicks their tongue, spitting blood to the side, "I don't want to find out what that was to put it bluntly."

You wince a bit, they are absolutely right, if both of your suspicions are right, then Conflict is arguably the more personally dangerous one besides Chrono, a cautionary tale wrapped in the illusion of a perfect prince and soldier from a fairy tale, a lie within a lie. And people like that are red flags dripping blood upon the floor that even the blind, deaf and mute would rather allow Gleeok or Lynels to rip them to shreds than face the nightmare pretending to be a daydream utilizing your sweet captain's skin. The other Guide also rightfully deduced so and likely wanted to chance it as little as possible.

... Which makes what you're going to say probably make you sound absolutely insane.

"... I don't think we have to worry about him for now, actually."

Their hooded head snap towards you so fast, you almost think you hear something crack, their tone concerned, "What do you mean, hun?" They don't even wait for you to answer, looking you over carefully as you hunch your shoulders protectively, visible alarm flaring to life in the evergreen of fheir gaze, their hands tremble around the slate, "(Player), what did he-?!" They cut themselves off, head tilted, before their eye narrows, handing you one of their pouches, it smells vaguely like spice's, and taking fhe cloak they've stolen from Wither, shoving you onto a darkened pillar by an open cell, chains clacking together, "Someone's coming. Either Wane or Abyss, I hear chainmail. I'll wear them down and either take them out or give us an opportunity for escape, if it's Wane, you wait until I yell and throw this at him okay? Time for your first lesson in how to fuck up a dog's sense of smell so badly it may never be any good for tracking again. We can talk about this later where I'll surely give you a lecture my lioness of a princess would be proud of."

"Wait- wait! How do you-!" They throw something over your shoulders and face, their nephrite colored hood, the scent of silent princesses and, the Faron Woods and strangely enough magnolia's and spider lillies flooding your nose as you glare at them, readjusting the hood over your face.

And feel your heart and blood freeze.

It's your face, your eye staring back at you. A twisted reflection, a Silent Princess necklace attached to the choker around their neck and fangs for earrings, the symbol of Farore etched onto the metal holding fhen together. Tired and older and jaded. Like looking at the ruins of your own soul and not knowing wether to flinch or cry.

Or maybe just give them a hug, for all they look like you you're certain you've never looked this battered. They look like they could use it and frankly, you could go for one too.

The person with your face, no, you, smile, awkward and tired and hollow, but no surprised holding your hood down with their artificial hand, you can only see the reassuring curve of their smile, warm in spite of tragedy, growth where lighting struck, "I'll explain all of it when we leave here, okay? For now, just call me Craein, and follow me. I'll guide your way."

And, after putting the hood of Wither's hood up and concealing their clothing as much as possible, they dive into the shadows to wait. Just as you hear footsteps finally reaching the stairs of the dungeon.

Wane.

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To be continued...

(Not Pictured:

Craein: I have two people to protect and that number just went up, I'm not leaving you and the most wonderful people in my life behind like that.

Meanwhile, with the Chain

Fia and Una (aka the most wonderful people Craein knows): *record scratch as Una is on top of Fia with her axe to his throat while he tries using his iteration of Fi/a broadsword to try and pry her off like a one would a crowbar*)

SUMMER EVERY WORD OF THIS WAS LIKE A JEWEL SEWED INTO THE FABRIC OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GOWN GOD I LOVED EVERY MOMENT OF THIS AND I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT PART!!!!!

ALSO YOU CAN MOST CERTAINLY TAG ME IN ANYTHING!!!! I saw your tag and was reading but I kept getting interrupted 😭😭😭😭😭😭

AND YOU'RE TOO KIND!! NAYRU HERSELF!?!?! I'M JUST A HUMBLE FANFICTION AUTHOR!!!

Liking my Linksonas too? I'm so glad- I've always wanted my characters to reach this level of popularity IUSGDF

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[weebslawyer]

There is a Capitano sequel but not really for this

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After a year of relationship with Capitano he asked your hand in marriage. You obviously accepted. And your marriage was just between the two of you. Your life s hargingers didn't let you had a grandiose wedding but it was fine for both of you. Capitano had a soft spot only for you and you knew that. After that, you two spend your wedding night breaking the bed. The fact that you were officially his made him even more horny, letting all his cum deep inside you and fucking you in any position he could think of in that moment. He loved the power he had over you when you told your pussy was too sensitive after so many orgasms. All those bite marks he let on your fragile body, the sweat and sperm on your body. He loved that. He loves seeing such a strong women being a slut for him and him only. And also that was the night when your, now 4 years old, daughter was conceived. He was over the top happy when he find out you were pregnant and when she was born. Because of that you didn't go on too many missions, but Capitano was almost gone all the time. But it was fine, you did know he love both of you. When he was home all he could see wa him little daughter who looked so much like him and she was indeed his princess. But he never let you feel less the what you where. The mother of her kid, his wife, best friend and lover. If it happened the both of you had to go in missions, you let your daughter with her babysitter in your home so your baby girl would be more comfortable with you two gone for a few days.

But now, it was a different story. You were home with, Thea, you daughter, making dinner because Capitano was supposed to came home this evening. Thea was helping you, but only as much as she was capable at that age, nothing too risky. You hear the bell ringing and you let everything to go open the door. But what you saw was not Capitano. You saw the followers of one of his enemy, but Capitano was sure he was dead. But now seeing him there you knew what's coming. You quickly close the door and go after your daughter.

"Wait for mommy here ok my love? I will come here faster then you can count to ten" you said kissing her forehead and locking her in her room.

You her them knocking down the door and coming upstairs after you. You go through them forcing them to follow you. But who knows the house better then the owner? No one. You run in the basement and destroy the power supply for light letting the house in pure darkness. You go outside the house, trying to make as little fuss as possible and go to the front door killing them one by one, until the last one was in his knees at your mercy. He was begging for his life so you took your pride on it and press your blade on his throat.

"Where Capitano?" you asked him

"Where everything started. You might know exactly where that is, aren't you? You can kill me but you probably will never find him alive"

"You are underestimating my husband. And if any of you try to come after my head as long as my daughter is here, all of you are going to see your gods" you say.

"Huh. Maybe we should've go after that little girl first" he said smiling.

"Say something about my daughter again and I'll eat your soul and shit it out" you said cutting his throat and taking out his eyes crushing them in your hand

You go to the bathroom trying to get off as much blood as was possible in all that darkness surrounding you. You unlock Thea's room and see her running to you.

"Mommy you lied. I counted to 100" she said laughing being proud of her

"Yeah? My girl is the most intelligent girl in the world" you said hugging her and kissing her cheek "Now mommy has to cover your eyes for a bit ok my love?"

"Yes mommy" she said closing her eyes as you put a scarf over her eyes and take her in your arms again.

You go outside making sure she doesn't see all those dead bodies and expecially not you now that the light out is brighter then the one in your house. You go down the street looking for the woman that was her babysitter. You knock at her door until she answered. When she see you she let out a loud gasp and then she covers her mouth.

"Can you take Thea at you for a few days?"

She looks at you concerned but she knew imidiatlly what's it about "Yes. Give her to me and go"

"Mommy will come back soon my love but I have to bring your dad home" you said kissing her forehead and leaving

You hear her crying. Your heart was broken because she wasn't a crying kid when she was little, but knew why she was crying but she'll be fine and safe for now.

You go back home taking your swords and going to find Capitano.

"Where everything started huh" you said to yourself.

Meanwhile, Capitano was captured by the same people who dared to attack you in your own house, tied down to the chair that had become his torture place. But what they did not know was how smart Capitano was. He wasn't feared in battle for being a warm hearted and kind person. If there was supposed to shed blood then that's what he's gonna do.

"So how long you are going to keep me here?" he asked trying to get his hair out of his face

"Until your beloved wife is going to arrive here. I'm sure she's now in grief after your child dying"

Capitano looks at him a d the he start laughing hysterically "You are underestimating my wife" he said between laughs

"What she can do? A bare healer with not so much strength in such a little body"

"That was misogynistic my guy. And one more time, don't underestimate my wife especially when you try to put my daughter in danger" he said tired

"But i don't understand one thing. You are one of the most stronger harbingers. How I was able to capture you?"

He sees a smile on Capitano's face and he's not responding. Just standing there with a creepy smile on his face.

After 2 days you arrive there. It was a place between Natlan and Fontaine, where nothing was alive there. A perfect spot for a hideout. But this is now, two years ago there was one of the most impressive facility around.

You take a deep breath and look around for an entrance. After you find it you kill the guards and continue looking for your husband. The lack of more people there concern you. You stop at some point seeing some explosive barrels. Then more. It was a trap? Probably. You see an elevator close so you push one barrel in the elevator with you. When you get down you see a huge massive door, then it suddenly open forcing you to face all the people that worked for that bitch.

"Oh seriously" you said looking around

"Stop there" one of then said pointing at you with his gun

"And what if I don't want to?" you replied getting closer to him

He shoot a bullet past your head as a threat.

"You are going to kill me. I see" you said "Then I should leave"

And before you could finish your sentence a few of them start attacking you. You fight with them, killing left and right until there was no one standing up beside you. You go further and find the cell where Capitano was supposed to be. You take the barrel and put it in front of the cell door and knock on the door and run somewhere as safe as possible. You hear the door open and then starting to shoot and one bullet hit the barrel making them explode and freeing your way inside. You see Capitano standing next the guy who was the leader of the facility. He was dead and you go and hug Capitano. He put one hand around you and with the other one wipe the drops of blood on your face.

"Have I ever told you how pretty you look with blood all over your face?"

"No, but you have you chance now" you said smiling and then you feel his lips on top of yours.

"Let's go home" he said letting you go and putting his mask back "Is Thea alive, right?"

"Yes. She's fine. I made sure she didn't saw anything"

"I'm so happy you're my wife" he said hugging you again, but it was a different type of hug. The kind of hug you get when the person next to you had all of their hopes in you and you did not fail.

After you heal his wounds, you two go home. You two start cleaning the home and the blood al over it. Capitano fix the power supply and have finally light in the house. You two take a bath together and you feel Capitano's hands all over you.

"I missed you my love" he said kissing your shoulder and neck.

"I missed you too" you said kissing his hand.

You feel him turning you around in his lap to face him and feel his fat cock inside you. You let out a fat moan, but be doesn't let you move.

"You're mean" you said kissing him

"I know" he said starting to move deep inside you.

And that's how your night continued. Him all over you, satisfying you and letting all his hot cum inside you and all over you. When his finally done he take you in his arms.

"I love you my love" he whisper in your ear

"I love you too love" you said kissing him

He didn't said anything after that. You already knew what he was thinking. You fall asleep on his arms and he never let you go out of his arms. The next morning, he woke up first, took a shower and go downstairs in the kitchen and prepare some food and coffee for both of you. You woke up at the smell of coffee. You took a shower and got dressed in one of his favorite dresses and go at him. You hug him from behind and kiss his back.

"Hii love" you said kissing him

"Morning my love" he smiled admiring you "You are so beautiful" he said kissing your forehead and then continue to cook.

"You made Thea's fav?" you asked looking at what he's cooking.

"Yes. I hope she'll love it"

"Then I'm going to bring her home finally" you said checking the was you look in the hallway

"Don't tell her I'm gone" he said

"Ok ok I won't" you said amused

You leave and go to your babysitter house to take Thea. You knock on their door and wait. You see her opening the door and Thea runs into your arms.

"Mommy" she said laughing and hugging you

"Ready to go home my love?"

"Yees mommy" she said "Byeeee" she said waving her hand at her babysitter.

You see her smiling and gives you her stuff and go home with Thea.

"Mommy you were cooking?" she asked

"I was cooking" you see Capitano and Thea runs in his arms staring to cry

"I missed you dad" she said crying on his shoulder.

"I missed you too love" he said stroking her hair

"Now, do you want to eat something sweetheart?" he asked her

"Yes dad" she said and go on her chair

All of you have a nice breakfast and Capitano was discussing with Thea about all the beautiful places he saw on his way home and how she will saw them when she will grow up. And then you spend the day as a normal family, Capitano was playing with Thea and nothing was more funny then seeing his hair badly braid by his kid and those little colored clips here and there.

You were not sure what the future prepared for you, but as long as you were together, nothing will be too hard.

#genshin impact capitano #capitano x you #capitano x reader #capitano #capitano genshin #capitano genshin impact

[finelinevogue]

you come home drunk and both your siblings Harry and Gemma are home watching a movie

Ur mom Anne is asleep and you snuckrf out to a party and got drunk maybe, and you come and when Harry is like “YN? What r u doing?” And the first thing u say is “I’m not drunk” and just start rambling stuff

sibling!harry isn’t talked about often enough so here we go;

(this turned sad pretty quickly fyi….)

You were flat out drunk.

Pissed. Wankered. Plastered. Hammered. The whole combination of all of them together.

If someone were to ask you to spell your name you would reply with a bunch of letters that didn’t even exist in yours and you knew this because it had just happened.

“You’re so drunk.” Your best friend Hannah giggled, but their was a tone of concern behind her voice. She knew that you were a lightweight, but didn’t keep tabs on you the whole night to keep track of how many drinks you’d had. Turns out, too late, too many.

“No, i’m Y/N dummy!” Your words slurred as you stumbled over on the grass outside of the party you’d just been at.

It had been your good friends Will’s birthday party and it was all very exciting because it was the first big house party for people your age - in your school. Will’s house was massive, too, and it was the talk of the town. Unfortunately your stupid, annoying, over-protective older brother had told you no when you’d asked him if you could go. You’d gone to your mum first, the lovely Anne, and she’d said maybe, but once Harry had twisted his way into her head to describe everything the party wouldn’t be she’d said no.

Luckily for you, your bedroom window was right next to a huge tree - one that you could easily climb onto, up and down. So that’s what you’d done.

As soon as you’d arrived at Will’s you had a drink in your hand. Then another, and another and so on until the point you were at now - wasted. You had originally drunk so much out of spite of Harry, but you ended up trying to the point where you honestly didn’t even notice you were drinking alcohol.

“Y/N get up, c’mon. I need to get you home.” Hannah sighed, looking around to see if anyone was around to help.

“Noooo! Harry will be there and he’ll shout at me.”

“Why? Harry’s nothing but lovely.” Hannah had a not-so-secret secret crush on your brother - as did the whole of your town. And the country. And the world. It was hard living in the shadow of Harry Styles, but you did love him just not when he sucked the fun from the universe.

“That’s what everyone thinks.” You rolled your eyes and kept them shut, just wanting to go to sleep now and the grass seemed comfortable enough.

“You should be so lucky Y/N.” Hannah argued back.

“Sure doesn’t feel like it sometimes.”

“You’re so ungrateful, do you know that?” Hannah scoffed, clearly pissed off with your whining antics, “You know what? You can walk yourself home.”

And with that you were left to the front grass, confused as to what you’d done wrong to make her so pissed off so quickly. You thought you were just sharing feelings and having a heart-to-heart, but clearly Hannah found offence to your words. No doubt she was pissed off at you for being a bitch about Harry, but that’s just the way it was. He was your brother. Your famous older brother who adorned the hearts of billions. Sometimes that’s all you ever feel like - ‘the sister of Harry Styles’ - to the point where you just wanted freedom and release. Sure, this was not the healthiest way for release but it did make you forget who you were just for the day. You often felt misunderstood and it was times like this when you could feel a little better.

“Fuck.” You sighed, knowing you’d just pissed off someone else in your life. Now, you’d have to get yourself home and confront your even more pissed off brother, sister and potentially mother. That’s if they were even up. Or if they cared enough.

You’d always felt left behind.

It was no doubt unintentional, but you felt like you were the least cared about in the family. Harry was the golden angel and could do no wrong and Gemma was just a responsible queen, according to mum. You, well… You were the “irresponsible and reckless” one of the bunch according to most media outlets and even your family. Maybe it was true? You never saw yourself as those things, but you could see how the sneaking out and drinking - and at a young age - could be seen as.

You picked yourself up off the floor, stumbling as your head started spinning fast. You felt sick, tired and cold and you hadn’t noticed your nose runny and eyes teary until now. You tugged the sleeves of your long t-shirt down, silently wishing you’d brought a jacket, and pulled your phone out of your pocket.

No charge. Great.

The walk home didn’t take too long, but completely wasted did not make it easy. You bumped into people and got cat-called by hideous and vile men. You felt unsafe, but you kept yourself together and attempted to get home as quickly as possible.

“Fucking pull yourself together.” You talked to yourself as you stood at the bottom of the tree, climbing it the best you could with a cloudy mind. The branches scratched your arms and your legs felt so fatigued, but you were honestly too exhausted to care anymore.

As you clambered through your window the last thing you expected was to see Harry laying on your bed.

“What the fuck!” You screamed from shock at him being there, stumbling over your own legs and falling onto the floor. Harry sat up immediately.

“What do you mean what the fuck? Y/N? What the fuck?” He threw the question back in your face, throwing his arms up in despair.

“Oh please, save your judgement Harry. I don’t need it today.” You gathered yourself from the floor and walked into your en suite bathroom, after switching on the light.

“Where were you huh?” He didn’t cut his questions.

“Out.” You mumbled, throwing cold water over your red and puffy face. Your hands were freezing and your head pounding, so the last thing you needed was Harry yelling at you at how much of a disappointment you were.

“Are you drunk?” He walked into the bathroom, clearly not understanding the meaning of personal space. “Are yo- are you crying?”

“Doesn’t matter.” Tears started welling up in your eyes again.

“What doesn’t matter? Being drunk, you crying, getting home late, sneaking out?”

“None of it!” You snapped, looking at him with so much sadness. “None of it matters. I- I don’t matter.” You sank down on the cold tiled floor, resting your back against the wall opposite the bath. The tears fell and stung you eyes. You embraced your legs with your arms after pulling your knees up to your chest.

Your whole body language screamed to Harry that you were not okay and he was upset for you.

“Y/N..” Your name came out soft and fragile from Harry’s mouth.

“I’m fine.”

“No you’re not.” Harry sunk down against the wall next to you, not touching you but close enough for you to know he was there for you. He let you cry until you decided you were alone enough to let him comfort you. You brought your head up and let it rest on Harry’s shoulder, to which he responded by putting his head on top of yours.

“I’m just really tired Harry.” You whimpered, using your long sleeve to wipe your nose dry.

“Of what Y/N/N?”

“Being a nobody.”

“You’re not a nobo—”

“Harry I am—”

“No you’re not.” Harry ended the argument quickly, before continuing. “You’re not a nobody Y/N. You’re my sister and bestest friend in the whole world. I care and worry for you more than anyone. I love you more than anyone, just don’t tell Gem or mum that! I’ve never thought of you as anything but my favourite person and someone I can rely on for my happiness, and I apologise if i’ve taken that for granted recently.”

“It’s okay, thank you.”

“You’re my most important person and i’m sorry you’ve been feeling this way, but trust me, Y/N, when I say that drinking away your problems, and even rebelling, is not the way to make things better. It always makes it worse.” Harry spoke from personal experience.

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, I am too.” Harry sighed, kissing the side of your head. “Just worry about you too much to see that sometimes i’m holding you back.”

“I like that you worry about me, it makes me feel important.”

“That’s because you are. Most important person in my life.”

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Better love

Summary: Niichan always takes care of you <3

cw: yandere niichan gojo but the reader actually likes him being a yandere, pseudo incest, blood play, possessive tendencies, violence, oral sex

wc: 1.9k 

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Your slight smile was hidden behind your fake, worrisome appearance as you looked him in the eyes, your doe eyed expression bringing him back to reality as his hands rested on your waist. 

You did not know why the guys following you around campus did not get the hint of “no”, and that your niichan would easily get rid of them if you asked. But you didn't want him to know that you, his sweet little angel, thought that way; so you conveyed it to him in a more discreet way. 

Crying, not so fake as you were frustrated and scared, but you easily let the tears fall to show him how distressed you were as he waited for you outside leaning on his car as you ran up to him, noticing that your precious little eyes were ruined as he embraced you in his arms.

What you didn't see, but felt, was the intense glare he gave them as he opened the door to set you in the passenger seat, trapping them in a barrier that you couldn't see as he drove you home.

As he finally got you washed up and in bed, tucking you in your favorite blanket, he left the house after giving you a kiss on the top of your head. You weren't really asleep as you heard the car starting, your heart racing loudly at the thought that he would go this much out of his way for you.

You knew what was going to happen as you got up, still a mess but for a ‘good’ reason now, your hands shaking from excitement and not fear as you tried to bring the glass up to your mouth. He was one of the only people in your life now, slowly getting rid of them one by one, whether it was just convincing you to cut them off or other methods.

But you didn't care, he's been the only one you could count since you met him Calling him niichan within a month of being with him, and still calling him it even though your ‘relationship’ has changed.

 He made you feel like you were the center of his world, universe. Thinking about how effortlessly he would slip you off your feet and catch you in his arms as you brought the glass down from your lips.

He quickly snapped his fingers firing it at them, the men disappearing besides the bloody remains left behind on him and the ground. He brushed some off walking straight back to his car, not wanting to waste another second without you as he sped down the highway.

You heard the door open, swiftly running to see him. Exclaiming “Toru!” as you wrapped your arms around him, he let out a little laugh not even through the door yet as your need for him made the seriousness in his head drop.

“You know why it did it, right sweetheart?” he whispered into your ear as he bent his tall frame into yours. Your hands working their way up to his jaw, wiping off some of the blood splattered there with your sleeve. Him showing it off in a sense after your reaction from this happening before, same situation different scenario.

He did it in front of you with no second thoughts as their disgusting hands reach out to grab your ass, coming to his senses when he saw the mess he made laid out before him.

And when he turned around, his mind was racing as he thought he was going to have to lock you away to stay with him, but the last thing he would've thought to see was your face flustered, eyes beaming as you clung onto his now dirty shirt with your fingers, muttering out “you did that....for me?”

“You needy honey?” he said letting you cling onto him as he walked to the bedroom. “I thought i told you to go to sleep.”

“m’sorry niichan, i was worried about you.” You pouted as he laid you on the bed taking his shirt off, thinking how ironic it was that you were the one wanting his attention. 

He always had you at his call, expecting you to respond to his texts directly unless you were asleep, which he knew of, his tenseness whenever you brought up another man that wasn't him, his eyes never leaving you whenever you two went out.

“Worried about me? That's so sweet of you baby” he said sitting beside you. “so worried about me that it got you this worked up?”  

His big hands were resting on your nightgown, lifting it up enough to see another mess he had to take care of. “Fuck sweetheart, you’re soaked for me. You want niichan to fuck you that badly?” he asked teasingly, grinning at your image.

You hid your face in the sheets, embarrassed of the reason he got you like this as he pulled them down with ease. Your fragile little arms being nothing in comparison to him”

“Cmon angel, u gonna let me wreck that dripping little cunt of yours or what? he said tugging on the string of your panties.

You whined out softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him into you. His bright hair shining in the moonlight as it tickled your skin ,putting out a false complaint playing into the game he created. 

“Why, is it because niichan is dirty right now? I can take care of that sweetheart.”

“No! Tor-”

“No?” He chuckled out, seeing your hips grind in place as his dirty hands worked their way up your body. Freeing you from your nightgown, only being left in your panties as you leaned up and kissed his blood covered face. The iron taste spreading in your mouth as you held him close.

“You like me all messy, hmm? Messy because I had to take care of you... what a naughty girl.”

The tease in his voice never left as he kept muttering filthy words, your squirming body being the highlight of his day as his breath got closer and closer to your aching cunt, dripping though your panties as you moaned out when he touched you.“Fuck baby you got like this for me, im flattered.”

“You know niichan loves you.... and that he’ll do it over and over again if it gets you like this.” he says pushing his middle finger into the slickness of your hole immediately, thinking about claiming you in and out had his head going dizzy along with your scent.

Your tightness around his fingers is making his cock harder at the thought of stretching you out. He shushes you, cooing while rubbing your clit to ease you up, his finger curling into you as you thrashed around in his hold.

“Niichan’s the only one who can make you cum, you know that right? You know i'm the only one allowed to touch you here.”  he said, grabbing the base of your neck, wanting to instill it on you that he would be the only man to ever see you like this as his fingers tightened.

“Y-yeah, toru, please” you whimpered as he put another finger in, buried knuckle deep inside of you as he started thrusting them. He pulled out his cock, stroking it while he leaned his forehead onto your thighs.

Crying at how his lips attached to your clit, sucking the swollen bud intensely, so impatient to make you cum so he could fuck you. “Fuck baby, you're so sweet”

“You want my fat cock in there? Is that what you want baby?” he smirked, rubbing the area around your cunt. “You gotta tell me like a good girl or i don't know what to do.'' he said, removing his fingers from your hole to your protest as you gasped, nodding heavily to the point where you got dizzy.

His hands trailed up your sides, focusing on your pretty body before ruining it. His long fingers rubbing your thighs and tummy, grabbing the fat in his hands while spreading your legs open. 

“Such a pretty pussy, for my eyes only.” he observed gazing into yours, the blue turning white as he wouldn't let your vision go. You let out another whine at the feeling of his eyes burning holes into you.

“Shh angel niichans here to take care of you, like always” he said with your sloppy cunt spread open for him, your ankles besides your ears as he moved them there. The heat leaving your body as his cold hands gripped your thighs, locking them in place as he pushed his fat cock slowly into you.

“Fuck you're so tight, always sucking me up.” he groaned, his hips thrusting upwards as you moan out. “You got such a greedy little cunt, baby, you always wanna have something in you. Don't worry sweet girl, i'm gonna stuff you full like you deserve. Fuck you till youre all swollen and pretty with my cum.”

“Toru-” you sobbed, face being in his chest met with the dried blood that your hands were scratching against as his pace was ruthless. Your little hole clenched  so tight around him that he can ballet thrust in and out of you.

His hands grip harder on your thighs, pushing himself even deeper as his hips slam into yours, fucking you as fast and rough as he can. “That’s my girl, you this huh? Tell me.”

Your voice chokes out, head dramatically falling back as his cock was ramming into your cervix. “Yes, yea, nii-chan, p-please, cum in me ple ― ah.”

“Of course.” he grunted out, your cries being background noise at this point, mixing in with the sound of his balls slapping into your wet cunt. “Just like i always do.”

His hips rut into you faster as you feel your stomach clench up. You feel him throbbing inside you as your vision goes white. Your nails digging to the flesh of his back as you feel his warmness fill you up.

He lets you rest your head as your limp under him, pulling out slightly enough to see how much cum he left in you, seeing the slick pool out too. He doesnt let it slip as he fucks it back into you quickly. Loving how you're always ready to be fucked and bred, whenever he wanted.

“Are you okay?” you asked, voice half gone as he fucked it out of you, making sure the blood was just there’s and not his.

“Yes baby i'm fine.” he answered, kissing you on the forehead before slowly pulling out as he had to clean you two up.

“nii― ” You voiced as he got up, picking you up along with him as he took you to the bathroom, due to the fact that he was unfortunately covered in someone else and not just you.

“Everything i do is for you, remember that.” he interrupted, his gaze hardening as he sat you on the counter while he was below you, running the bath to wash you.

But not before he placed his mouth into the mess he made, licking his cum out of your messy cunt then smothering your lips with it, covering you completely in him, in and out.

#gojo smut #tw pseudo incest

[midnightwinterhawk]

I put together a little collection of Sterek and Steter fics for funsies. “Just a few fics”, I thought, “nothing too crazy.” Thirty fics later I had to cut myself off and finalize the list. You can thank @the-cookie-of-doom​ for the inspiration. 

These primarily fall under the Hurt Stiles Stilinski category because I apparently like to see my comfort characters suffer. Most of these have hopeful/happy endings but mind the tags. For reals.

Placed under a cut since I have no self control and this turned into a long post.

Sterek

adore to see your eyes fly by @1001cranes

(11,309 l E)

stiles is a pyromaniac, derek is a sociopath. a match made in some kind of heaven. teen wolf kink meme fill.

take my heart from me by @areiton

(23,188 l NR)

He didn't really mean to adopt Derek's pack of puppies. He didn't mean to make himself important to them.

To Derek.

He just wanted to keep them all safe.

That's all Stiles ever wanted.

"Why Can't You?" by @asterekmess

(3,602 l T)

Now. This was happening now, and he couldn’t be less prepared.

-

After a long night, things between Stiles and his father come to a head.

And You Say You're Alone by bi_leigh_bi

(30,314 l E)

Between the kanima, the Argents, and Peter's untimely return from the dead, everything has fallen apart. Stiles and Derek try to put their lives back together once the crisis has passed. Stiles deals with the aftermath of being tortured, and the distance growing between he and Scott. Derek attempts to become a stronger alpha and keep his pack safe, and that includes Stiles.

A Victory March by @churkey

(2,688 l T)

When Stiles is eight he learns that nothing will be the same. His dad comes home one day after work and sits Stiles down for a talk. He explains that werewolves and all the monsters are real.

They're real and not hiding under anyone's bed.

Bury the Moon by darthjamtart

(16,592 l M)

First things get bad. Then they get worse. Stiles doesn’t know what he’s sacrificed until it’s too late.

Dying is the easy part.

Love's Violent Delights by @dexterous-sinistrous

(10,685 l E)

Derek caught the way the man’s eyes looked over Stiles before lingering on his ass. He waited for the clerk to place the key on the counter before he reacted.

Stiles startled at the loud noise, turning away from the pamphlets in the display box to see Derek pinning the clerk’s head against the counter. He drew in an even breath, looking between the struggling man and Derek.

Derek briefly looked at Stiles, hesitating before he saw the gleam of excitement in Stiles’ eyes and the hint of lust in his scent. “Ever look at him, or any other Omega, like that again, and I’ll slice your eyes out with my claws.” He shoved the man back, not caring of the commotion that was made as he snatched up the key from the counter.

Empty by @discontentedwinter

(48,034 l M)

Jordan Parrish is the new sheriff of Beacon Hills, a town haunted by its past.

Your Vision Borrows Mine by hazyascent

(188,781 l E)

Stiles has encountered a fair share of monsters before, way out of his league - the kinds that children are afraid are hiding in their closets and under the bed.

He’d even become one himself when he was void. The nogitsune was in his house, his body, and his mind.

But the worst monster he’s ever faced took even more from him and got away with it.

It’s why Stiles has never really been as terrified of werewolves and kanimas and darachs as he should have been. They’re really not that scary, relatively speaking, and he has a whole team on his side. They always found a way to win - until they lost someone they really loved.

Stiles doesn’t know how to be normal, not after everything he’s done and everyone he’s hurt. The nogitsune is gone, but another monster is on its heels.

His uncle is back. And Stiles has never felt more alone.

It Was a Wednesday by @isthatbloodonhisshirt

(80,129 l M)

“What happened? Where are you? What’s that sound?”

Derek jumped, having momentarily forgotten Scott was on the phone with him because Stiles had started moving. He’d stalked over to the other side of the cave, still eying Derek warily and growling, then settled protectively over a mass of clothes, leaves and animal innards. It was probably where he was sleeping.

Lovely. No wonder he smelled like death.

“Stiles,” Derek said, answering Scott’s question. Or, one of them, at least.

“Stiles? What do you—Stiles is making that noise?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“How fast do you think you can make it to the south lot of the Preserve?”

Tiny Houses by @ohmyjetsabel-blog

(77,183 l E)

"So this is what Stiles does. He lies in Scott’s bed and waits for Melissa to say she’s found someone to get it out of him, to cure him of the wrongness and the bad, and he dreams.

God, he dreams.

He dreams of fire and swollen bellies and that scene in Alien, of giving birth to jackals through his urethra, the whole horrific nine yards. His head is a terrible place to be, he can’t imagine his stomach is much better, why anyone would want to put a thing inside of it."

I'm There in the Water by @spaceprincessem

(15,878 l T)

“But it’s—” Derek paused, his words unsure, “it’s not like us,” he swallows hard, chin dipping to his chest in frustration, “it’s like a…”

“An abomination,” Stiles finished, nodding his head as he finally lets his gaze really look at Derek since Scott had pulled them from the water.

He suddenly wished he hadn’t because the way Derek looks at him makes Stiles feel like he is ten years old again. Like Derek is seeing him for the first time since they accidentally fell into each other’s orbit all those years ago. Like Stiles isn’t a burden or invisible.

Like he is enough.

Or five times Stiles felt like he was drowning and the one time he finally caught his breath

Gunplay is Not Really Our Kink by theroguesgambit

(2,577 l M)

“The rules to the game are simple. One bullet, six chances. You pick it up and take turns pulling the trigger on the other man, or we gun you both down right now. You play along, only one of you has to die. Fun game, huh?”

--

Derek and Stiles are captured by a group of hunters and forced to play a twisted game that only one of them might walk away from.

The Price by theroguesgambit

(18,452 l M)

Stiles must surrender the most important thing in his life to protect the town… and no one can figure out what it was.

Nieważny by Zethsaire

(2,037 l E)

The pack is gone, everything they've ever cared for destroyed. Now Stiles and Derek hunt the hunters, taking revenge in the only way they know how; blood.

Steter

Make Me Bleed by @asarcasticwitch

(2,304 l E)

Peter’s expression contorts, impressed or surprised, Stiles can't decipher, but the grin on his face proves he’s not exactly disappointed with the unexpected turn of events.

“Which bite exactly were you hoping for, hm?” The older man curls one hand around the back of Stiles’s neck, trailing his thumb along his pale, fragile throat.

Stiles tilts his head back in unyielding submission, giving the wolf no room to debate his sincerity. “I’m sure you can figure it out, Alpha.

Two Roads Converge in a Graveyard Town by @cywscross

(15,645 l T)

The Deadpool brings one more assassin to Beacon Hills. A man's gotta eat after all.

when you're going through hell (keep going for me) by cywscross

(57,022 l T)

Peter is abandoned in the aftermath of the fire, and Eichen House takes ruthless advantage. Six years later, when he's finally able to move again, he finds himself in a cell with a boy in a straitjacket.

(Kate’s biggest mistake was letting Peter live. Eichen House’s biggest mistake was letting Peter meet Stiles.)

Don't Fail Me Now by @discontentedwinter​

(36,315 l E)

Stiles goes to Derek looking for help.

He finds Peter instead.

Peter takes what he's wanted for a very long time.

Sanctuary by DiscontentedWinter

(56,525 l M)

The Hale Wolf Sanctuary isn’t just for wolves.

It turns out it’s for Stilinskis as well.

Bite Down by EclipseWing (@shadow-of-the-eclipse)

(27,586 l M)

In which Stiles is forced to survive the zombie apocalypse with a sociopathic murdering werewolf for company.

Into Eden by @graciebirdie

(12,232 l M)

Stiles deciding to bring home the stray alpha he'd hit with his jeep probably made him certifiable, if it hadn't turned out Peter was as crazy as he was.

Before you let go (and the light takes you in) by Issay

(4,032 l E)

Stiles makes one last errand - goes to leave flowers on all the other graves. Fuck, so many graves. The grief is as endless and as inescapable as the sky.

He goes home and there is a thing wearing his father's face, waiting for him in the kitchen.

Call My Name by KouriArashi ( @gingersnapwolves )

(81,370 l M)

After moving to Beacon Hills, Stiles starts having recurring dreams of a man in some kind of prison, who needs his help. Things get so bad that he ends up in Eichen House, where he finds out that the man is real.

Hide my tears in the rain. by MrsRidcully

(6,865 l M)

After  years spent successfully dodging werewolves, evil spirits and wendigos,  it was a drunk driver who stole his Dad, a drunk driver with a  suspended license and a record sheet as long as Stiles’s arm. Stiles  would have laughed at the irony if he hadn’t been so busy screaming.

In My Veins Like Disease by romanoffbarton

(1,140 l T)

He tries to leave once.

Foreshock by @twothumbsandnostakeincanon

(22,816 l E)

The day Stiles’ mom died, he almost leveled his house.

Not on purpose. Not even by mistake, really. More by instinct.

Since then he's dug his fingers into everything his has left, holding on with desperation.

Desperation never stopped an earthquake.

Your Touch is My Choice by twothumbsandnostakeincanon

(2,171 l T)

The first time John does it, Stiles is two years old and about to run into the road.

“Mieczysław!” Heart pounding, John grabbed him by the back of his neck and got a hand around his tummy, snatching him back. “No, you have to stay away from the road,” he said firmly.

Shameful Company by Whispering_Sumire (@whispering-sumire755)

(38,779 l E)

"Did I turn into a unicorn?" Peter asks dryly, and Stiles glares at him for a moment before the laughter bubbles up, unbidden, nearly unwilling, and he looks so surprised at the sound, his shock dimming it for a moment before it bursts through with even more trembling ferocity. A long, thin, willowy hand curls into a soft fist over his mouth, and he's shaking, frail, more tears falling, but the copper of his eyes are glowing, crinkling around the edges and scrunched with mirth.

"No," Stiles chokes, chuckling wetly. "No, fuck you, a unicorn? What, like, Rainbowcreep? Zombiesparkle?"

[About a year before the fated Hale fire, Peter starts having nightmares that involve a woman with red hair. The nightmares lead to a spell that brings a man back through time, and, eventually, though the time-traveler is traumatized in the most horrific ways, and Peter's never been good with or for people, in general, they develop a bond that neither of them expects.]

Would You Forgive Me If I Called You Hope, Peter Hale? (Hope, By Any Other Name) by Whispering_Sumire

(10,099 l T)

Stiles has scars. He owns that, he accepts it, he's cataloged and memorized every single one, he's hyper fucking aware of them all.

//

"What do you want, Peter?" Having the more untrustworthy of the Pack getting protective weirds him the fuck out, leaves an odd fluttering in his chest, like moths, waiting perilously and suicidally to be burned.

He doesn't like it.

"You're injured," the man says, "and whatever it is, it's put you in enough pain that I nearly fainted when I-"

"- Used your werewolf mojo on me without my permission?" Stiles smirks, and Peter gives him a black look, crossing a leg over his knee and smoothing out some invisible wrinkle on his pants.

"Tell me the truth Stiles, how bad is it?"

[Or: The one where Stiles has scars, is more than a little fucked up, and Peter notices. He helps.]

#hurt/comfort #angst #dark #hurt/no comfort #angst with a happy ending #fic rec #be kind to yourself and mind the tags #Sterek #Steter #Stiles Stilinski #Derek Hale #Peter Hale #hurt Stiles Stilinski #Sterek fic #Steter fic #to the pain

[nightwishesworld]

Babysitting (Part 1)

You and Alcina are roped into taking care of your friend's daughter for a few days. Alcina is...less than excited about it. I mean, come on, a baby in Castle Dimitrescu? What could possibly go wrong?!

***********************

The warmth of the afternoon sun crept its way into the windows of Castle Dimitrescu. Both you and Alcina decided it was a beautiful day to take your afternoon tea in the gardens instead of the library . Blooms grew in newly fragranced air, the sweet petals that fluttered reflected by the honeyed-sweetness within. The garden birds always warm your heart. They bring so much joy just from watching them play and dance around the hedges. There are so many of them out today, large and small, brown, red-capped, and golden stripped. You love listening to their chirping, each singing its own beautiful song.

Alcina held your hand over the table as she sipped her special blend of tea.

“Oh, Darling, did I tell you Cristofor and Lucia are going out of town? He says it’s for business but honestly, I think they just want to have a break from the baby. I mean, I don’t blame them, it’s their first kid and you know how hectic everything’s been for them lately."

Alcina nods. “Yes, well, it didn’t help that they were a little unprepared for baby Julianna. That’s her name, right? I remember we offered to buy a few things for them before she was born.”

“Yeah, that’s it, but I just call her Jewel. My precious little gem. I guess they’re gonna be gone for the extended weekend and need someone to watch her.”

Alcina scoffs. “I pity those they choose.”

“Oh stop it, Alcina, it won’t be that bad.”

She stops what she’s doing, nearly choking on her tea, and just stares at you. “You didn’t. You did not! Please for the love of Mother Miranda tell me you didn’t say we would take care of her!”

Your silence was all the answer she needed.

“Why would you do that? Castle Dimitrescu is no place for a baby!”

“Tell that to Cris! I tried telling him that and all he did was assure me that everything would be fine. They feel Jewel would be safest in our care; they were practically begging, Al. What was I supposed to say?”

“No?” You roll your eyes at her. “What about their family? Are they really not available?”

“Lucia said she would feel guilty asking her folks to do any more for them. They usually watch her every day Cris and Lucia are at work. Imagine that plus three straight days; I would want a break too.”

Alcina stayed silent.

“They’re gonna stop by in a few days with some stuff, like diapers and toys and things.”

Alcina huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m so glad you discussed the details so thoroughly with them.”

“I figured you would say no. Look, I’m sorry I went behind your back but they really need a babysitter and they don’t trust anyone as they do us. Besides, I’m Jule’s unofficial aunt, I don’t think I can say no to something like this. I know you don’t like kids, but-”

“What are you talking about? I love seeing little Julianna.”

“You do? Cause every time they come to visit you seem kind of...distant”

“I don’t...I don’t like holding her. She’s too tiny and fragile for someone like me to be holding.”

“Someone like you?” Then it dawned on you. “Oh, Alci. You don’t actually believe that, do you? You’re always so gentle with her.”

“Because if I’m not delicate I’ll crush her.” Alcina’s face held sorrow to it, not evident to most individuals.

“You wouldn’t crush her, Alci. I know you better than that. You literally came running into my study the other day because I screamed ‘spider,’ and then carried me out because I lost sight of it. You’re a lot more gentle than you’re giving yourself credit.You're a good, thoughtful, and gentle person Alci. Anyone who can’t see that is purely idiotic,” I muttered under my breath.

“I suppose it’s not the worst thing in the world, having a baby running around the castle. And we have time to babyproof everything.”

“That shouldn’t be too hard, love, she’s only seven months old. She’s only just starting to learn how to crawl.”

You were talking but Alcina wasn’t listening. She was too busy making a mental checklist of everything that needed to be done before baby Julianna arrived. “Hmm? Oh yes, of course, darling. Do you know where they got those baby gates? We’re going to need quite a few of them.”

“Alci, I don’t think we’ll need-” She’s already walked away. “ Hey, at least you’re embracing it?”

True to his word, Cris arrived at the castle three days later with a carriage full of supplies. You wanted to welcome them with Alcina, but the matriarch was nowhere to be found. The past few days for her have been spent deep cleaning the walls and floors, which really sucked, especially for Bela, Cassi, and Dani. They stuck doing the hard labor as Alcina bossed them around.

You greeted him with a tight hug. “Thank god you’re here. Alcina’s going crazy trying to babyproof everything. I don’t think the castle’s ever been this protected. Or this clean,” I muttered the last part under my breath.

Cris put a hand over his heart. “Oh, she doesn’t have to do that! Julianna can barely crawl five feet. Besides, I know for certain this place is much neater than our house, even on a bad day. She would have been perfectly fine.”

“I tried to tell her to not worry so much, but it just goes in one ear and out the other. Perhaps if she hears it from you she’ll finally listen,” I rolled my eyes playfully.

Cris nods. “And you wonder why I think Julianna’s so safe up here. I’ll be sure to mention it to Alcina. Do you wanna unload this stuff now or wait for her?”

You glance behind him to the carriage. There were a few large bags filled with miscellaneous items as well as a few larger things on the back seat not bagged at all like the playpen. “I don’t even know where she is, Cris. And I’d offer to have the girls help, but they’re hiding from Alci. Let’s just get started. We can put it in the lounge in the foyer until Alcina comes around.”

“Sounds like a plan. Some of this stuff I’ll bring more of when we drop her off, like diapers, you’ll never have enough diapers,” he says as he tosses you a bag.

“So you’ve said. Didn’t you have a nightmare about it once?”

“Before Lucia even went into labor. We ran out and every shop in a 50-mile radius was sold out. To date, it’s one of my worst nightmares.”

You laughed. “So where are you guys going? I mean, really going. You don’t actually think I believe that crap about a Mortician Expo, do you?”

Cris gave you a look of skepticism and stayed silent as if he were planning his next move.

“Relax man, I don’t actually care. Taking care of a baby is more work than I can imagine. I would want a break too!” The statement seemed to ease him.

“Nowhere special. We made reservations at a nice hotel a few hours south of here; it’s got a pool, hot tub, couples massages, the works!”

You nod, tossing the last of the bags by the lounge. “Nice! You guys deserve it, like I said, I can’t imagine how much work taking care of Julianna is.”

“You won’t have to in a few days,” he laughed.

“I’m excited now, but something tells me I won’t be in a few days. Just sleep deprived!”

“Nah you’ll love it. It’s just, well only slightly tiring! That’s all. Should we go looking for Alcina? I wanna go over Julianna’s schedule with both of you.”

“She knew you were coming so she should be here any minute now. I’m sure she just lost track of time bossing the girls around. The entire west wing has been baby-proofed and when I mean the entire wing, I mean the entire wing. She had Daniela take down all of the ornate weapons and armor from the walls while Bela and Cassi scrubbed everything. And that was just this morning.”

“I’ll be sure to thank them then,” Cris chuckled lightheartedly.

As if on cue, you can just make out the sound of high heels rushing down the corridor, only to stop abruptly just around the corner. Knowing Alcina she was probably adjusting herself to look like her usual well-presented way. Sure as rain, Alcina approached looking as elegant as ever. “Oh Cristofor, please forgive me. It’s been total chaos around here- I completely lost track of time and-”

Cris waved it off and took her hand in his, bringing it up so he could kiss her wedding ring. “Think nothing of it, Alcina. I heard you’ve been keeping yourself busy.”

The matriarch sent you a glare that you shrug off with a smug smile.

“You don’t need to worry about anything, Alcina. I know my little girl will be in the best care possible up here. There’s no one Lucia and I trust more.”

“That is one very generous statement, Cristofor, but a castle is still no place for a baby, especially this one.”

“That may hold some truth, but most of all that...messy business stays in the basement, right?”

“All of it does,” you answer for Alcina. “Even I’m not allowed down there and we’ve been married for three and a half years!”

“And for good reason,” Alcina says. “You know what goes on down there. Why would I put my wife’s life in danger?”

You were about to retaliate but Cris wrapped his arms around the both of you. “Let’s just get this stuff upstairs, huh? Far the fuck away from the basement and whatever goes on down there.”

Alcina opens her mouth but Cris shakes his head profusely. “Nope, don’t want to know. Let’s just get to the bedroom. Wow, the walls do look bare.”

“Indeed,” Alcina nodded. “It’s a good thing little Julianna is staying, I should have had the walls deep cleaned nearly decades ago,” she let out an elegant laugh.

“I hope you didn’t do all this just for us.” Cris looked in awe as the various portraits and ornate weapons decorating the walls became more scarce as they neared the master bedroom. It made this part of the castle feel abandoned. The chemical smell of cleaning solvents was strong, but it would surely be gone in time for Julianna’s arrival.

“Of course I did. You are family and you deserve nothing but the best possible care.”

Cristofor shakes his head. "You're a good woman, Alcina. I genuinely hope you know that."

She gives him a warm smile while holding the bedroom door open for him. "I try to be."

"So," he sets down his two large boxes of supplies to rub his back. "Where do you want this stuff?"

"At the foot of the bed for now," you shrug. "Alcina and I will organize everything once it's all here."

He nodded and kicked it lazily to the end of the bed and took a seat on the mattress. "If we wanna be lazy we could shove the rest of the boxes in the playpen and carry it all up in one trip."

"We can do that," you smiled. "Then we can start organizing everything."

"And while we're doing that I'd like to walk you through Julianna's schedule. Lucia made you a copy with a couple of notes on how to do specific things...it's all well let’s just say pretty detailed," he laughed.

A look of fear crossed over the matriarch's face for a moment. "Why don't I go grab it? Then you two can start unpacking. If I run into the girls I'll send them up as well."

"Oh leave the girls alone," you shake your head at the matriarch. "They're already hiding from you."

Alcina lets out an exasperated laugh. "Can you believe that, Cristofor? My own daughters are hiding from me!" Alcina exclaimed with a look of sheer amusement on her face.

"Nothing I'm looking forward to." You started unpacking the many boxes of  diapers and arranging them neatly on the already emptied shelves while Cris made himself comfortable sitting on the floor, unpacking blankets and clothes. He unfolded and refolded them in a perfect square and placed them on top of the hope chest. You smiled at each plush blanket bearing a different pattern and color.

"Where can I put her clothes?"

"Um, just on the bed for now. I don't know if Alcina emptied out a drawer yet. It would be that middle one if you wanna check."

You hear almost all the joints in his legs crack as he stands and makes his way over to the dresser. He grips the knobs but pauses before opening them. "I'm not gonna find anything dirty in here, am I?"

"Not in there, no."

He turns back to you with an arched brow and hung jaw. You only laugh at him.

"Is it cleared out?"

He nods, neatly organizing the various onesies and pajama sets.

He busied himself displaying various lotions and powders on the coffee table, which would act as your changing station.

“What can I do?” Alcina asked, staring down anxiously at the various bottles.

Cris thought for a moment before taking two smaller boxes out of the playpen and pushing them towards the vampire. “These are for bath time." He quickly scanned over the contents to make sure he was correct. "This box is shampoos, soaps, and toys. Julianna loves bath time; the more toys and games the better." Alcina smiled. “And this box is her special duck towel, washcloth- also a duck pattern she loves ducks, two non-slip bath mats for both inside and outside the tub, and a sponge.”

She looked a tad overwhelmed again taking in all the items but took the boxes nonetheless. “Good thing I cleared out cupboard space, right darling?”

You wanted to laugh but restrained yourself to biting the inside of your cheek instead. “Yes, dear.”

"Well, that's everything. Oh, and don't worry about a crib. Lucia and I are bringing it when we drop Julianna off."

Alcina shook her head and simply waved him off. "Oh don't bother, Cristofor. We have one she's more than welcome to use."

You gave her a confused look. "Um, no we don't."

"Yes, we do. I just have to grab it out of storage. If you'd like to wait and see if it's up to your standards you're more than welcome to." It wasn't so much of an invitation as it was a plea.

Cris laughed. "Alcina, I told you anything you have is probably way better than ours. I'm sure it's fine."

"It would make me feel a lot better," Alcina said with a hint of desperation in her voice.

"Alright, whatever it takes to make you feel better about this."

Alcina sighed in relief and rushed down the hall.

"She really is worked up about this isn't she?"

You let yourself collapse back onto the bed. "You have no idea. She's been fretting over everything since I told her three whole days ago!"

"I kinda figured she would be the calm one between the two of you since, you know, she's got three kids already."

You feigned a look of hurt. "Ok first of all, ouch my pride! Secondly, all three of the girls were turned when they were adults. Which is why I wanna know where this supposed crib came from."

He turned back to you. "And you know what you're doing?"

"Of course not, but one of us has to be calm about it."

Cris laughed, letting himself lounge back on his elbows. Any further down and he was afraid he would fall asleep. "I guess that's true. You're gonna be great though, both of you. Just the fact that you're worrying about all this stuff tells me you're really dedicated to keeping Julianna safe and happy here."

"Thanks, man. I think I really needed to hear that. Got any advice to help us prepare?"

He slaps a hand on your thigh and gives it a friendly squeeze. "Have as much sex as you can before she's here. Because once she is, you'll be way too tired to even think about it."

You sit up and look at him incredulously, which earns him a hearty laugh. "I asked you for advice on how to keep your baby alive and you tell me to bone my wife?"

"All I'm saying is Lucia and I haven't been able to do it since before Julianna was born," Cris whispered in all seriousness.

Alcina returned carrying what you can only assume is the crib covered with a sheet. Bela stepped in first to hold the door open for her.

"Thank you, darling. I found my one good daughter to help me. Not the rascals this time!"

Cris laughs. "I see that."

The blonde nodded and joined you both on the bed. "Hello, y/n. Hello, Uncle Cris."

"Good to see you, Bela."

“Alright,” you hop off the bed. “Let’s see this crib that we apparently have just laying around.”

Alcina rolls her eyes and yanks the dusty sheet away, revealing the most beautiful baby crib you have ever seen. Polished solid dark oak frame with solid gold detailing wrapping around the bars like vines. The Dimitrescu House Crest is shining proudly on both sides.

A smug grin plastered itself on Alcina’s face knowing she single-handedly put an end to your snarky remarks.

“Holy shit,” you finally say. “And you had this in storage…just because?”

The question made her uncomfortable, you could tell. A shadow cast over Alcina’s face. “I had it made a while back and forgot about it until now. I’m glad it stayed in such pristine shape. Any polishes used on it were water-based and non-toxic. Perfect for a baby to slobber on,” she chuckles almost a bit uncomfortably.

Cris shook his head as he ran a hand across the smooth wooden framework. “I don’t know what to say, Alcina. It’s absolutely gorgeous.”

“Only the best for our favorite niece.”

Cris clapped his hands together and pulled out a few pieces of paper from his back pocket. "Now, onto Julianna's schedule. Lucia tried to be as helpful as possible when writing it down, but she said if you have any questions just ask her when we drop her Jules off."

Both of you nodded as he handed them to you. Bela situated herself on your bed with one of the plushies he brought over just because.

 Daily Routine

7 am- wake up and bottle feed 8 ounces for about 20 minutes (doesn't have to be one the dot if she's still sleeping. It's a rare occurrence for her to sleep in, but it could happen

7:30- playtime on the floor or outside (we usually keep her inside this early in the morning but either is perfectly suitable)

8:00- breakfast (something solid-ish. Like oatmeal and fruit chunks)

8:30- more play 

Between 9-9:30- bottle-feed 6 ounces for 15 minutes then naptime

11:00- wake up and play (she loves her building blocks and rattle)

Noon- lunch (baby food! Fruit or veggie) (she'll probably refuse solids but don't take no for an answer! Even just a few are ok if she's especially cranky)

12:30- play (peek-a-boo in the mirror! she gets a kick out of it every time. 

1:30- bottle-feed 6 ounces and nap (Congrats! you're halfway there)

3:30- wake up and play (try using the hand puppets and engage her in nursery rhymes)

4:00- bottle feed four ounces for roughly 20 minutes

5:00- dinner (more baby food. Whichever one she didn’t have for lunch)! Same as the morning, she'll probably refuse)

5:30-play (maybe go for a walk if you haven't already?)

6:30- bath time! (see added note for specific bathtime notes. She loves hearing her little rubber ducky squeak)

7:00- bottle-feed 8 ounces then time for bed (good luck trying to sleep and getting her to sleep)

1:30 am- bottle feed again (she’ll wake you up when she’s hungry don’t worry)

Breastmilk can be refrigerated for five days and I’ve given you more than enough to hold her over. Protect it with your lives! Breast Milk is liquid gold!

 You read the note over a couple of times before handing it to Alcina who looked just as overwhelmed as you. "That is so much."

"Not enough," Alcina says at the same time.

Cris laughs. "Wanna see what she wrote for bathtime?"

Alcina took the second not from him.

 Bathtime Tips

Make sure the adhesive mats are set down before bath time begins. One in the tub one outside

Make sure you have everything you need nearby; towel, washcloth, toys (especially her duck), shampoos, lotion, clean clothes, and a diaper

It’s easiest (and less painful) to sit on a stool or something instead of standing and bending over

ALWAYS KEEP A HAND ON HER!

Take off any jewelry and be sure to wash your hands

Check the water temp with the inside of your wrist- it should be warm (not too hot or too cold)

Dry and dress her on the floor (hence the second mat) 

Squirty toys! (The duck is her favorite as it also squeaks)

Plastic boats that she can push around

Whale-shaped basin for rinsing hair

Once she’s all dry she can go right in her crib

 "Sweet Satan, Cristofor. This is a lot of information. I mean, the more the better but..."

You take her hand in yours and kiss the top of her knuckles. "It's alright, Love, we've got this. If anyone can manage this it's us."

She nods but doesn't really believe your words. You can see the doubt reflecting in her eyes. "You're right."

"It looks way more complicated than it is, ladies. You just put her in the tub, don't let her drown, clean her, and take her out. Boom, simple as that."

Alcina lets out a relieving chuckle and you thank him silently.

 *******************************************************************************************

You lay awake that night unable to fall asleep. Alcina is awake too, but you don't dare speak to her. She's too lost in her own world to be bothered with your nonsense. But it was starting to eat you alive from the inside out. You looked over at it sitting across the room. Its existence is mocking you to the point where you can almost hear it laughing at you.

You finally break the silence. “Who’s even is it? You turned the girls when they were adults, right?”

“Yes.”

“All of them?”

You hear her sigh. “Yes of course all of them. Now please, I don’t want to talk about this.”

“But you had to have a reason, Al. No one just has a crib as intricate as that made out of the blue.”

“It doesn’t matter,” her tone grew sharper. “We have it now for Julianna and that’s what matters.”

“I guess so, but…” you turn your body to face her. Her silhouette is laying on her back staring up at the ceiling. “D-did you try having a baby with someone else and…”

She turns to look at you with wide golden eyes. Not angry, but certainly not expecting that line of questioning. You immediately regret opening your mouth.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-“ Alcina silences your ramblings with a searing kiss. One you happily return.

“It’s nothing like that, my love. My only children are ours. I had it made last year when Lucia first told us she was pregnant. I remember how excited you were for them. You did so much to help her get ready, for both of them, really.” Alcina smiled and reached blindly for your hand. “And every time they come up to visit your eyes just light up when you see Julianna. You’re so good with her, iubirea mea.”

A shadow of guilt passed over her face. “I overheard you talking to Lucia about wanting kids of your own.”

Your heart plummeted down to the pit of your stomach.

“You love our daughters with your entire heart, but it’s not the same as raising your own flesh and blood. Every time I saw you holding little Julianna or singing to her I pictured you with our baby. So, I got all excited and, albeit, ahead of myself and had the crib made.”

“For our baby,” you finished with a genuine smile.

Alcina nodded. “I wanted to wait for you to bring up the conversation before saying anything about it, and” her voice cracks. “You never did. I didn’t understand why at first. You would produce such a beautiful baby with or without me.” Tears pooled in the corners of her eyes threatening to cascade down her cheeks. “Then one night it just sort of hit me; why would you want to share something as precious and innocent as a baby with a monster like me?”

Tears flowed freely from her eyes and sobs racked her body, it broke your heart. Without thinking you throw yourself at Alcina and wrap her tightly in your arms. The vampire happily buries her face in the crook of your neck and cries her heart out. You thread your fingers through her hair to help soothe her.

“Oh, my love, I’m so sorry. Don’t you ever refer to yourself as a monster ever again, do you hear me? You are no monster, Alcina Dimitrescu. How can someone as loving, and soft, and generous like you be anything besides an angel?”

“Oh stop pretending, y/n. I’m a genetically mutated freak! The baby would take one look at me and start wailing,” Alcina let out a frustrated huff.

“Stop it, Alcina. Our baby would adore you just like Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela do. Julianna loves you to pieces! She gets so excited every time you walk in the room.”

Alcina sniffled. “She does that with everyone.”

“Because she likes us, Al.”

A beat of awkward silence passed between the two of you until you finally felt her breathing steady.

“You want to have a baby with me?”

You couldn’t contain your smile as she nodded ever so slightly into your neck. “Why didn’t you say anything before? We could have talked about it months ago. The only reason I never brought it up was that I assumed you didn’t want any more children running amuck in the castle. Imagine if they turned out to be just like Daniela.”

That got her to laugh a little. “I wouldn’t mind a baby running around; especially if they look like you.”

“Well I don’t know about that considering we would have to adopt.”

A mischievous smile crept on Alcina’s lips. “Who says we can’t have a baby ourselves?”

“Um, nature? We’re both women, Alcina. I don’t think I have to explain to you how that won’t work.”

Alcina chuckles into your neck. “We’d have quite the brood running around the castle if it did.”

“Then you want to find a donor?” She detached herself from you just enough to give you a look of disgust. “Of course not; no one is allowed to touch my y/n except me.” She flips you both over so you’re pinned underneath her. “There are ways we could have a baby, you know?”

A blush covered your cheeks down to your chest. “O-oh?”

“Mmhm. The old witch in the village could brew something up for us, should we choose to carry.” She laughs at your dumbfounded expression. “It would be a sex change tonic of sorts. Temporary of course, I believe it only lasts a week.”

You blush furiously.

“And depending on the portions of ingredients she uses we could change the erm, size, if you catch my drift.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to respond, in real words at least. Something between a yelp and a whimper came out of your mouth instead. It gets a laugh out of Alcina at least.

“That’s really a thing we could do?”

She starts trailing kisses down your neck to your chest. “Oh yes,” her free hand comes up to pull your shirt down over your breasts. As soon as they pooled out of their confinement Alcina started circling one of your nipples with her tongue. “Would you like that, darling? To feel my cock pounding into you.”

Fuck you loved it when she talks dirty to you. But that turned you on more than you were willing to admit. You gave a shy nod.

Alcina rewards your honesty by taking your hardened nipple in her mouth and sucking. Her other hand moved up your body to rest on your other breast, gently kneading it like dough.

Alcina has always been fascinated with your breasts. Always burying her face in them when cuddling. She simply melted into them on bad days. Giving her a scalp massage at the same time earned you bonus points.

Her lips abandon your nipple, leaving a bridge of saliva still connecting you, and snuggled her face deep in between your breasts. She let out a long sigh and closed her eyes, letting herself get lost in the moment. Her eyes flutter open and you can see the corners of a smile buried in your chest. “What do you think, my love?”

“I think we should see how we do this weekend before making any big decisions.”

Alcina leaned forward only enough to kiss your lips. “Sounds like a plan.”

#lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu #tall vampire lady #bela dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #resident evil village #resident evil 8

[chil2de]

Hi!! if possible can i please request yuuta having a girlfriend that’s his childhood friend? (So like instead of rika it’s y/n and she doesn’t die) that loves to dote on him cause that boy needs some love. Thank you!! <3

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE THIS MADE ME SO SOFT!!!!! ohmygod!!!! growing up with yuuta would be THE best onshdhfsh thank you sososos much anon this was such a pleasure to write! i don’t know why but the “and she doesn’t die” had me screaming LMFAOOOO

enjoy! no warnings, just old fashioned cute fluff and heart wrenching moments! thank you for giving me the opportunity to write for the best boy mwaaah you deserve eternal happiness! hope no insects bite you during these warm months <3

“okkotsu!” you cried out, feminine and shrill voice ringing in the air. the cicadas chirped melodiously, calling out their delightful songs in the spring air.

the young boy staggered around, losing his balance from spinning too fast. his fragile hands reached out, pulling in small grabby motions towards your innocent and joyous face.

you were always so optimistic, even when you were younger. yuuta could only huff and wail as his caretaker hauled him away from the playground, gesturing it was time for him to come home. thick and messy tears spilled out the corners of his eyes which hadn’t yet endured countless sleep devoid nights.

he was so far away, but that was okay because you knew you’d see him the very next day.

“okkotsu! promise to play with me again tomorrow!” you cupped your hands, exclaiming as much as your little lungs could endure. yuuta could see the tears heavy in your gaze, but even then, you prevailed. you grinned, all for him.

ever since the very start. till ‘death do us apart.

-

“okkotsu! come oooon, don’t cry, okay? (y/n)’s got your back! see, see?! look! they don’t bite!” you braved a smirk on your features, beckoning the shy and introverted young man over. his face looked uncertain and his lips wobbled as though he could crack at any moment. he took a few cautious steps, maintaining his distance between you and the furry animal on the floor.

“r-really? it won’t bite?” he coughed, reaching his unstable fingertips out.

“eh?! that’s the first time you’ve spoken to me! your voice is so nice! it’s so cool! hey! can i hear it again? pleaaaase? i know you’re shy but i’d really like to hear it! hey, okkotsu, say my name? pretty please?”

“um- i, uh.. it’s okay.. you can call me yuuta.”

-

“yuuta! you’re going to be late for your first day of junior high! i totally told you to wake up on time too!” you stood with your hands rested firmly on your hips, face stern and tone impatient.

“sorry! sorry- it’s um, my hair. i don’t know how to style it.” he admitted, albeit sheepishly by trailing the last few words off into a murmur. you only gave him a sigh before kneeling down behind him, propping yourself up to take a look at his hair in the reflection of the mirror.

“how on earth are you so tall already? we eat the same food, you know. slouch over a little.” you pinched his cheeks before glossing over his hair.

when you ran your fingertips through his hair, you felt butterflies and anxiety rock your stomach.

that’s never been there before.

you’ve touched yuuta countless times, whether that was accidentally hitting him, holding his hand to cross the street…

so why was it different?

you could feel yuuta’s body tense up and run rigid underneath your touch.

that definitely wasn’t there before.

“relax. it’s me.” you cooed quietly, roughing up his hair into different styles.

“like this? looks like you just woke up, sorta, but i think it’s cute.”

yuuta’s heart rate skyrocketed through the roof and his breath hitched.

“cute?” he reiterated, chewing out the phrase like he’d never heard it before in his life.

“hm? yeah-“

you caught his gaze in the mirror, eyes half lidded and attention averted. the tips of his ears were tainted a deep red with small flicks of blush painting his cheeks.

“eh?! nononono- not like that i’m- i just think it suits you, you know? oh, crap, would you look at the time? okay we gotta go and leave!” you clambered out of his bedroom, thudding the door shut behind you.

yuuta only gawked at you with bewilderment, lips slightly parted and fingertips outstretched in his failed attempt to stop you.

he turned to himself in the mirror, studying his features before running one hand through his jet black locks.

“cute, huh?” he muttered, avoiding his own judgemental gaze.

-

the bittersweet part about growing up with a childhood friend is change.

for all the time that you’d spent with yuuta, you didn’t realise that your relationship with him was something to not take for granted.

especially with those around you who would kill for what you two have.

you’d always get mundane questions from high school girls who thought they could have a shot with him, “what’s his type?” “do you think he likes me?”

meanwhile you only played along with their charades, laughing inwardly when he was actually extremely introverted.

“so? what’s the deal with you and okkotsu-san? you guys dating?”

“no. we’re just friends.”

“seriously? you guys are always glued at the hip. you know he has a picture of you in his locker, right?”

“yeah? so do i. it doesn’t mean anything.”

“it’s kind of a shame, he’s such a nice young man.. gone to waste like that..”

“what’s gone to waste?” yuuta inquired with an indifferent tone, plopping down beside you with his bento box. the classmate sat opposite you only gave him a phony cheerful temperament, twirling her index finger around her hair.

“oh! okkotsu-senpai! we were just talking about you! how was your da-“

“please leave.”

you could only gape at him in your peripherals, sputtering on your sandwich as you watched the life drain from your classmate at his monotony. yuuta didn’t spare you or the girl a glance as he worked to unpack his lunch, hell the guy even murmured a small itadakimasu as if nothing happened.

“wh- okkotsu senpai?”

“listen.” he let out a deep sigh before proceeding.

“whatever shot you thought you had with me? it’s gone out the window. don’t disrespect (y/n) in front of me like that again.”

“you’re making us uncomfortable, so get up and go.” he motioned with his chopsticks, giving her a dead gaze towards another table.

the girl scoffed, mouth hung wide open as she picked up her bag and stormed out of sight.

whilst your face was as blank as a stone, internally, you were only screaming in the depths of piping hot hell visible from the sun itself.

baby girl? that was when you noticed how fucking fine of a man yuuta grew up to be.

“that was seriously nerve wracking.. my stomach hurts so bad right now” yuuta coughed through a bite of his sandwich, refusing to meet your gaze.

you slapped his back, because, holy shit??? awe painted your face like you just witnessed your own child talking or walking for the first time.

“what the shit? yuuta? are you kidding?”

“oh, huh? did i overdo it or something?“

“no?! are you kidding? that was fucking awesome! i swear! this is why i love you-“

oh.

uh oh.

oh no.

yuuta let out a shrill squeak unbeknownst to any human being able to produce such a volume. it was a cross between a floorboard creaking, a mouse sniffing and him choking on his food. the poor boy had to excuse himself to the bathroom, hacking and sniffling in an ugly fit of coughs from the food that got caught in his windpipe.

your blood rushed to your head, veins lit ablaze, bones rattling as you could hear the chatter pound and drill into your skull, scoring you deep and down into your bones.

“did she just say she loves him?”

“i totally knew they were going out!”

“i can’t believe it…”

“do you think he’ll reject her?”

it replayed over, and over, and over. what a fucking fool you felt. did he even feel the same?

that’s why i love you.

i love you.

i love you.

a blob of black clouded your vision and you could hear the glass breaking.

yuuta sat himself back down, excusing himself.

you could hear nothing but the tune of his heartbeat. or was it yours? it sounded too heavy to belong in either of your bodies.

his voice came as a wobble because of his anxiety, but this was the one thing in his life he’d be absolutely certain of.

“that’s okay. i love you too.”

-

“yuuta? you okay? you’ve been spacing out for at least five minutes. something on your mind?” you lightly shake your boyfriend, grip reassuring but firm. it takes a couple of seconds for his gaze to gloss over as he returns back to reality.

“sorry. was just thinking about our childhood, that’s all.” his voice comes out deep and masculine. it doesn’t have that tremor as it used to before, like he’d break down at any minute.

you can say with absolute certainty as you stare up your entire 5’10 boyfriend that he’s matured well.

his hand snakes around to your waist, pulling you into him for comfort.

some ways better than others, you suppose.

“can we stay home today?” he hums, resting his chin on top of your head,

“same as ever, yuuta, aren’t you? it’s fine, i’ll tell nobara my period’s making me act up. she’ll understand-“

“hm? you’re not due for another week though, right?”

you crease your eyebrows as you type out an apology to nobara for cancelling plans, glancing up at yuuta curiously.

“how the heck do you know that?”

“i’m not supposed to? i’d always count your cycle so i wouldn’t irritate you on the wrong day. besides, don’t you think it was too convenient for you to always find snacks in your locker when it rolled around?”

“those snacks were you?! oh my god! i was trying to figure that out for forever!”

“i know. i remember you ranting to me about it.”

“you just sat there?! yuuta! you’re so cheeky sometimes, i swear!”

“only for you.” he chimes, peppering a soft kiss onto your head. you smile against him, though unfortunately pry out of his familiar and welcoming touch.

“i’m gonna step out for a second tho, ‘kay? i think that’s itadori at the door with my chocolate and painkillers” you snort, giving yuuta a bold wink as you put on your best act, keeling over and clutching at your abdomen as though you’re on death’s door.

“you’re awful.” yuuta chuckles, slumping down onto the sofa to hear the events unfold right in front of him.

you clear your throat and slouch your shoulders as you pry the apartment door open.

“(y/n)-senpai! i came as fast as i could and i brought you some of your favourite sna- oh, okkotsu-senpai! hello!”

“hi there.” he leans his head back, giving itadori a small wave.

“i won’t interrupt you guys so get well soon! and fast! cause i wanna hang out with you! bye!”

you cradle the necessities itadori brought whilst gleaming at yuuta with a wicked grin plastered on your face from ear to ear.

“you want anything?” you cock an eyebrow, showing him the arrangement of snacks.

it’s not the answer you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t unwelcome. it made you feel warm inside, like eating warm and soothing soup on a cold winter’s day. this, for you, was okkotsu yuuta at his best, stripped clean and vulnerable.

you’re the only one who he can relax around, act like the world is carefree. like he’s young again, prancing around in that dingy colourful playground he met you at.

“i want you to kiss me.”

#okay hold up #yuuta’s little ‘hi there’ HAS ME ACTING TF UP #OOOOOOOHHH THIS MAN #anyways i hope i wrote him well!! #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #jjk scenarios #jjk headcanons #okkotsu yuuta #jjk yuuta #yuuta x you #yuuta x reader #okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu imagines #yuuta okkotsu

[kameonerd566]

Attempt at one shot Team Rocket Jessie x James hurt/comfort fluff

Tw: cursing, emotional abuse memories of being alone

The ground was cold and damp, but in a familiar, welcoming sort of way. Jessie, James and Meowth had just landed on the soft earth after blasting off once again. Thank god for the rain, they all simultaneously thought to themselves, otherwise we would have been in for some nasty bruises. "What a day, huh?" James said outloud to the rest of the group. "Those fucking twerps, we should really look into goddam parachutes or something. Can't have shit in Sinnoh." Jessie sighed in frustration as she brushed the dirt off her white mini skirt.

Her subtle beauty always caught James off guard. How she could do something as simple as brushing the dirt off herself and have it look so gentle, so kind, so effortless, was beyond his comprehension. He allowed himself a short moment to wonder how someone could look so kind while muttering every curse in the language under their breath. He longed to hold her, to tuck the stray hairs behind her ear and hold her face in his hands- he longed to wipe the blood from the fresh little cut along her cheek- he longed to be the dirt that she so gingerly, tenderly, brushed to the ground.

These were their only cloths for the month, Giovanni cut them off after continuously spending too much company money on extravagant disguises. They didnt care though, fashion was worth it. Jessie sat up, satisfied with the cleanliness of her skirt and James was back to reality. Next order of business was setting up camp, the three unrolled their sleeping bags in a triangle around a small campfire that Meowth gathered sticks for. Jessie was off to find something to light it.

Its unfair, Jessie thought to herself, how can one person be so perfect? Lately, Jessie found herself falling more and more in love with James. He had always been there for her, he promised never to let her down and he kept his word after all these years. She began realizing that she honestly couldn't picture her life without him and Meowth in it, and on the few days she could conjur an alternate reality she didn't want to. Needing to cool off she decided to go look for a lighter. She hoped to run into a hiker, and battle for some matches, but this seemed unlikely as it was already well past dusk. Sensible trainers would be cozy in bed right now. But not us, she thought to herself, we were never the sensible type.

Back at the camp James helped Meowth stack the wood and kindling they found into a classic teepee campfire. "When are ya gonna tell 'er? The tension is killing me here!! Do you want me to die!! You wanna be responsible for the murder of little old Meowth ova 'ere?! JEEZ guy get some guts already." Meowth teased to break the silence. He could tell something was weighing on James' mind lately, he seemed to space out a lot more than usual. James turned beet red stared doodling in the soft ground with one of the sticks. "Oh come now, you know I'm not trying to kill you. If anything I'm going to be the one who dies from all this." James sighed. He wanted so badly to tell her. To tell her how much she means to him. To tell her how much he admires her strength, and resilience, and independence. She is so strong, he thought to himself, anyone else would have given up a long time ago. He wanted to let her know that she would never have to worry about being alone again; that as long as she would want him he would stay. Stay, he thought to himself, whats a one syllable word doing carrying so much weight like its nothing? Stay. He remembered all the times in his life he has heard that word, thought that word, willed that word. All of the "stay at home with us James, do as you're told" lectures. All of the late nights when he would think about the people who didn't stay. All of the times when he would be raw and vulnerable, only able to croak out the fragile silhouette of those four little letters, to a party long gone. One last look up at them before they closed the door and left him to the dark recesses of his mind. A prison he stayed in, as to endure what was expected of him back at home. Stay he muttered to himself just under his breath. Meowth heard him and tossed a stick at his knee. James looked up and saw a sympathetic smile on the Pokemon, and Meowth said "Ya know you're not alone in those feelings, right? Tha twee of us? We're the best damn team there ever was. So what if some dumb kids keep outsmarting us? Wheres the fun in winning, anyway? Its the chase that keeps us goin', gives us purpose." James was surprised at Meowth's rare moment of genuine seriousness. He barely had time to snap out of his funk when Jessie came back with a handful of damp matches. "Wow where'd you find those at this hour?" James asked. Jessie sighed and replied with a "dunno, just lucky I guess", a hair toss and a wink. She squatted by the fire, lit a match and tossed it in. She didn't want to admit that it was honestly dumb luck and some nearby bidoofs mistook them for sticks in their dam.

His face illuminated by the soft glow of the fire, Jessie it thought to herself once again perfect. James, of course, was not perfect. He was clumsy and goofy and sometimes a bit naïeve, but to her that was perfection. Her whole life she was always tossed aside. She had to fight so hard for everything she has ever had. And here's this perfect person just handed to her, as if by fate. Fate, she snickered to herself, what a bitch of a word. Was it fate that she grew up orphaned and alone? Was it fate that she couldn't complete medical school despite all her hard work? Was it fate that they could never seem to beat these fucking kids even ONCE in their entire god damn career? Was it that same fate that brought her and James and Meowth together? Because if it was, she thought, then hell it was worth it. The fucking nerve, she thought, for that fucking four letter word to carry so much weight. She remembered being a little girl amd wishing with her whole heart that someday soon fate would bring her a home. I guess fate finally did.

Meowth was sick of all the silence, so he devised a plan to help these two idiots he loved so much. "Aah! Ohh my hawrt, my poor little poke heart I am dying oh the pain! The paiiiiiin" Meowth faked a heart attack. Foolproof , he let out an evil grin. The humans rushed over in a jumble of "oh my god!!" and "what's wrong?!" exasperations. "If you two don't fawking tawk about your damn feelings I'm gonna damn near have a real heart attack!! I'm off for a walk." He dismissed as he got up and started to walk away.

...

Moments passed in silence, James was the first to speak. "I, uh, guess Meowth has noticed I've been a bit spacey lately- not that you can blame me, I mean we are team Rocket after all, gotta have space on the brain you know- but I um, I guess I have been wanting to te-" Jessie cut him off with her finger pressed to his lips. "Fate" she said, "Fate is a real bastard, you know that?". She moved her finger from his mouth and James' eyes were wide, startled from the sudden intensity in her voice. She continued, "Fate... I waited my damn near whole life for this 'fate' fucker to swoop in and fix everything that was broken about me. But you know what? It never did. I did. And once I rolled up my sleeves and stopped waiting? Thats when fate finally decided to show up. And bring me you. I-" now it was James' turn to interject. "Stay" he said softly, "you were the first one to show me how beautiful that word could be. How wonderful it could be to choose to stay. You gave me freedom to be my own person. You gave me a reason to believe again that someone would stay. Please, stay. I- I don't want to even imagine a life different from what we have now." Jessie's eyes danced in the tears forming, her shoulders began to shake as the water fell from her face to her lap, making little droplet marks on her dirt stained mini skirt. The two locked eyes and James melted into a warm smile, as his eyes began to water, too. He offered her his hand, palm up and she grabbed him into an embrace with all the ferocity of the bug type wrap move. Together their shaking bodies made a cocoon of sorts as they softly, quietly, said everything and nothing at the same time. Their shallow breaths and quiet sobs humbling both parties. After a few minutes they pulled apart, mere inches away, and locked eyes once again. Jessie sniffed, wiped her right eye with the back of her hand, and gave a curt smile that bled into a wide grin. Before he knew what he was doing, James used his thumb to wipe a tear from her left eye and pressed their foreheads together, both of them allowing goofy smiles to take over their face. "I love you, James" Jessie whispered. "And I love you, Jessie" James replied. They locked eyes one final time before leaning into a kiss. Passionate and warm, it felt like home. It felt like a promise. It felt like fate.

#my first wip!!! #I'm kinda proud 🥺👉👈 #I think I could definitely edit this a bit more and maybe make some continuing little one offs after but motivation is rare #sorry if things are ooc I haven't watched Pokemon in like 10 years so I'm going alley off memory and the little bits and pieces I learned #about their back story in other FICA #if you read this ily!!! #lol #mine #pokemon #fics #omg fics autocorretes to FICA lmao oo #jessie x james #fluff #hurt comfort #fanfic #rocketshipping #team rocket #soft #writing #short fic

[rainbowbutterfrosting]

Okay, but ‘Erase Me’ hits different after the newest episode (lyrics in bold, discussion/analysis in normal text)

What was our home

“Home” it’s an odd word for the sides. Especially with the recent episodes. With tension flowing between all of them with ease, it’s hard to question if they can truly find comfort in on another. Easily represented by none of the sides (other than Logan and Remus) being there throughout Thomas’ day. This isn’t like the other episodes where they’re all having a discussion together about Thomas getting overwhelmed. 

Instead, Thomas feels isolated for most of it, fighting a battle with his mind (mind referring to his intrusive thoughts, his sides, and Logan’s agenda for the day)

Paper not stone

Everything seemed to... change so quickly. They went from Embarrassing Phases with cute Halloween costumes and friendly jokes about cringe and vine directly into SvS and DWIT where Thomas questions if he’s a good person while his mental health quickly declines.

In a similar way, paper is fragile and flimsy, easily ripped apart.

‘Paper not stone’ could also be a way to reference Logan’s agenda for the day. All of it can be discarded and saved for Future Thomas™ since none of it is really set in stone.

A lean-to at most

Logan is nothing to Thomas- or at least he feels that way. He’s only someone who can calm Thomas down. Thomas can ‘lean’ on him, but that’s the most he is.

And when you pulled your half away

I’d like to think half has a few different meanings here. The one I like the most is where “half” represents Thomas’ attention. He’s pulled to Nico, he’s pulled to Remus, he’s pulled to anxiety. 

Logan recognizes this and calms him down. He lets him have breaks and gently guides Thomas back to their schedule once he’s a bit better.

Half could also represent for when he pulls away from Logan and listens to the other sides more. In this episode, he practically listens to everyone but Logan, despite him being the most physically there. He’s listening to his spiraling intrusive thoughts (Virgil’s fear and Remus’ role). He’s listening to his worry about Nico’s feelings for him (Virgil’s fear and Roman’s passion). He’s taking breaks and indulging in what he loves (Janus’ role and Patton’s enjoyment in child-like activities such as disney princess puzzles and dancing to up-beat music)

He might be the side the camera follows around, but he certainly isn’t the main character by far.

Gravity won Like it always does

Logan isn’t winning this battle. Of course he isn’t. He never does. Thomas is pulled down by the figurative gravity of all the other sides, while Logan is left there alone. 

In theory, he grounds Thomas the most, but Thomas also naturally drifts away from him. Using his role as logic for quick comfort before listening to someone else for an actual discussion.

Did I weigh a ton?

Is he weighing Thomas down? Is he making him unhappy? He thought he was good at one point, helping Thomas earn a degree in college and organizing a schedule for him so he could live life comfortably.

Yet the degree is tilted on the wall. The schedule would have been torn up if Thomas was given a paper. 

Would it be easier to just delete Our pages and the plans we made?

Would it be easier for Logan to give up? He certainly isn’t needed, Thomas didn’t listen to Logan the whole day and he was still fine. He made pages of things Thomas needed to do along with the plans that Thomas agreed to. Only for them to be pushed to the side since something grabbed his attention. 

And perhaps Logan saves these plans. He keeps them to help Thomas. Maybe to even create more realistic ones. But perhaps Thomas just won’t listen to him. He should just delete the plans he has. Thomas has always been great at improv. Maybe someone like Roman should take control- he’s been listening to him more than Logan anyway. (Represented through the whole Nico situation)

Erase me So you don't have to face me

Thomas turns away from Logan at the end, leaving him alone in the living room. He’s erasing Logan from his mind, finding an opportunity he wants because he doesn’t need Logan. 

Put me in the ground and mow the daisies

Was mowing the lawn on the list of things Thomas needed to do? Nope. Is Thomas mowing over his ideas for something more exciting anyway? Yep.

Ah, the memory, see how it goes When you

Erase me Erase me

“The memory” is Logan. It represents how he was aware of his own outburst at Remus, he knows he lost control. But maybe he’ll also ‘see how it goes’ when Thomas starts ignoring him even more. Perhaps his eyes will stay orange. Perhaps Orange will just take his place entirely. 

So what will you do With no me for you?

Thomas needs him- right? I mean, there’s no one else to create the schedules and plans... that Thomas doesn’t use. He helped earn Thomas’ degree! The... the degree he doesn’t use. 

Maybe Logan is useless. Maybe Thomas can’t function without him. Logan doesn’t even want to know at this point.

I know what we said

Logan knows he technically agreed to Thomas leaving and going to Nico, but he can’t help but feel bitter about it.

This bitterness rises when he’s with the other sides. Roman disregards him, “You’ll be fine, Rome didn’t fall in a day.” Logan hasn’t been ignored for more than one day. He isn’t fine. He’s more than what he’s acknowledged as, he quickly responds with emotion filling his mind, “Well, that’s a misquote so-”

Only to get fucking cut off. Again. He isn’t fine. He’s getting ignored and cut off whenever he tries to input something. Then Patton takes control of the conversation. Directing it at Thomas instead of Logan. Taking Roman’s side. Not listening to logic.

But what if I left a thing or two

Logan just needs to stop. He needs to stop talking, leave a plan or two in Thomas’ mind while a side or two keeps him busy for the day. 

We know that you don't seem To think about what you need 'Til you reach to find that you've

Erased me

Imagine telling someone that you really want to do something with them. You both clear out the whole day at an agreed time. Then they want to do something else. You- you suppose it’s fine? You both go there and then you get side-tracked again, and again, and- the day is over. 

They don’t care about what they were supposed to do. Thomas didn’t care about what he was supposed to do. Most of the things he was supposed to do didn’t even directly benefit Logan. They were things he needed to function, things to keep his place nice, not reading a non-fiction book or watching a documentary. They were things Thomas needed. But apparently that wasn’t a good enough reason to listen to logic. 

What the fuck is this? You're crazy, turned around  

Logan is fed up with how Thomas keeps ignoring him. Keeps getting distracted. “Turned around” turned around from the task at hand. 

“What the fuck is this?” could be to Remus. Constantly bothering Thomas, getting him distracted over and over. Going the complete opposite direction of where they should be going. And not listening to him when talked to about it. 

In two weeks time replaced me

Thomas doesn’t need Logan. It’s clear from his daily routine. All he needs is someone to offer the idea of dancing or a puzzle to him and he’s fine again. 

Ah, the memory everybody knows How it goes you just

Erase me

Logan is well-known throughout the mindscape. He’s known as a nerd, a geek, a nobody. Most of the names he could wear with pride, but he’s nobody. Nobody to Thomas and nobody in the grand scheme of things. Perhaps the other sides would be fine with Logan getting “erased.” They seem to regard his name with distaste anyway.

Did me like a bro and tazed me

Logan makes little flashcards for slang and tries to use them. Almost like a child proudly showing a high test score to their parent. He wants so badly to be acknowledged, to be heard, to be cool. 

Fireworks - poof - it's gone, amazing

Thomas is gone. The fireworks went off in his heart and he’s gone. Logan- Logan should be happy for him. It’s amazing as some would call it. He holds the to-do list to his chest as he sinks out. 

New bio, you've gone solo Drawing mustaches on our wedding photo

Nothing is important, not really. It can all be quickly discarded. “New bio” could be talking to Nico and changing a social media bio to dating or something like that.

“You’ve gone solo.” Haha that’s funny. Thomas is practically anything but solo with Logan. The line is said with such anger and bitterness that it’s no wonder why he thinks he means nothing to Thomas.

“Drawing mustaches on our wedding photo” What else is Remus going to ruin for Logan? Drawing on Thomas’ degree with mustaches?

Erase me Erase me Erase me...

Erase me This is us shouting, baby Erase me

Logan is begging, screaming, shouting for someone to acknowledge that he’s being ignored. But he’s being ignored, so they don’t hear him. Of course they don’t hear him.

Do we call the cops now, baby?

Cops is Orange. Take this as you will.

Ah, the memory everybody knows About the brand new home

There’s no distress in this line. Everyone is fine about the idea of Logan leaving to go into a new ‘home.’ He wasn’t important, so why would they worry? Thomas clearly didn’t seem to worry as he ran out of the house, searching for Nico. Thomas didn’t need him in the slightest.

Erase me And you'll never have to face me

Erase something off the to-do list. Erase the signature on the degree. Erase him.

Erase me Option-Command-Escape me And if you feel nothing Guess what I'll wanna be

Huh, I wonder what he wants to be :)

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[bluearson]

Beautiful Girl

Request: Dabi’s sweetheart is insecure and thinks she’s not good enough for him. Warning: This one gets a little bit spicy at the end so look out  You met each other in the winter, on your way to work at a quaint little café. He caught your eye and over your shoulder you swear you caught him checking you out as you walked away. It had been weeks since you saw the stranger and you almost forgot all about the brief encounter you shared. You tried your best to forget about him, you almost even succeeded but there the mysterious stranger stood. You could barely make eye contact when he stood at your register. You exchanged pleasantries and he was gone just as quickly as he came. 

He kept coming back though, and eventually you began holding small conversations with him. Your coworkers even commented on how the last time he came in, he asked if you were working. When they told you weren’t in he thanked them and just left. The news flustered you quite a bit, it was something that stayed on your mind a lot longer than it probably should have. A few days had passed since then, and it still was fresh as ever in your mind. Geez.. how embarrassing it was to admit you had developed a crush on someone you met through work. “Hey Y/N.” The voice cut through your cloud of thoughts like a butter knife. You looked around and there you saw him, that same stranger who you saw often. You opened your mouth about to ask him how did you know my name? When you remembered that you wore a nametag at work, of course he knew your name. “H-Hi” You stuttered out, your cheeks redding as your eyes locked. “Can I help you with something..?” “I believe you can. It’s quite a difficult task you see.. I seem to have a dinner reservation for two. But unfortunately it’s rather expensive to cancel so quickly and I don’t think I could bear to go to dinner all by my lonesome. So, I was hoping that I could take you out to dinner, my treat.” HUH?!  You were dumbfounded and took a step back from him, nearly stumbling over the uneven pavement. He was swift on his feet. His left hand encircled your wrist gently as though you were a fragile thing and he steadied you back onto your feet. “Careful now,” He cooed into your ear “Wouldn’t want you to get a concussion.” His right hand felt warm on the small of your back, the sudden touch nearly made you jump. He was flustering you, and he was enjoying every second of it. Your checks felt so hot you swear you thought he’d call you a tomato. The sound of your heart- could he hear it? It was beating so loud in your ears. This was so embarrassing! You covered your face with your hands and knelt down to the ground. Hopefully if you just made yourself small enough maybe he’d stop teasing you and just go away already. Time had passed, it felt like eons. You peeked through your to see if he was gone but alas, he was right there, squatting before you. You squeaked in surprise. “Sorry to say little mouse, I’m not going anywhere until you give me an answer. Will you be my date Friday evening?”  “Sure.” You offered weakly, you lowered your hands from your face and rose back up. The stranger held out a hand towards you and made a grabbing motion. “Uhm..?” “Phone.” He bluntly replied. You tentatively held out your phone and watched as he entered in his contact information. You looked at the contact name and then back at him. “Your name is D?” “Sorry, first letter only until we know each other better sweetheart. Nothing personal. I’ll be around.. who knows.. maybe I’ll even swing by your little cafe again for some pastries.” He winked at her, “I like to think you made them yourself.” The smug look on his face as he walked away was burned into your memory. Friday evening.  Why did part of you feel like you weren’t going to survive an evening alone with him? You arrived at the restaurant a few minutes before the time that you were texted. You felt nervous but also excited. It wasn’t often that you got the chance to dress up and wear something nice. Your mind began to wonder as you thought about your date.  “Hey” A familiar voice, hot breathe against your ear and an arm suddenly wrapped around your shoulder holding you close. You tensed up initially but relaxed as you glanced over to greet your date with a smile.  “You clean up nice.” You noted that he even tried styling his hair for the evening. “Uhm, sorry if I’ve kept you waiting long.” “Hush little mouse, you didn’t keep me waiting.” He escorted you over to the host and whispered something to them. They nodded and gathered two menus and showed you to your table.  The evening was pleasant, although you spent the majority of your time talking. You weren’t sure if he was listening to everything you said and kept worrying if you were doing something wrong. “Sorry.. if I’m blabbering on and on, you can always tell me to stop talking if you don’t care.” “I like listening to you talk, I like your voice.. and I like the things you have to say. I’m sorry I’m not really much of a talker. I don’t really like to talk about myself and well.. I’m just enjoying the view.”  You smiled at him but on the inside you were absolutely freaking out. You weren’t sure you heard him correctly but asking him if he said what you thought he said was a million times worse.  Winter had come and gone and Spring was in full swing. You still couldn’t believe that the same man who used to torment you with his flirting was your boyfriend. You’ve been together for a while now. You were certain that you liked him, maybe you were even ready to say I love you for the first time. You muttered it to him, whispered into his chest when you’d cuddle together after a long day at work. But you’ve never clearly told him, “I love you” yet. It was a mix of reasons why, you didn’t know how to anticipate his reaction and that scared you but also deep down you wondered, why he kept wanting to be around you. What made you stand out against the sea of other girls in the world? Why out of all the people he could date, he chose you? You kept this all to yourself of course. He’d send you nice little songs when he was missing you. He’d leave behind his hoodies when he had to go on trips for work. He no longer was the stoic man who’d unrelentingly tease you and try to push your buttons to fluster you. Behind closed doors he was the softest man you’ve ever known. You kept a scrapbook he helped put together with you, it made missing him a little less hard when he’d be gone for long periods of time. When he’d come home, you’d practically jump into his arms as you threw yourself at him. He always managed to catch you, giving your face a full assault of kisses as if to make up for lost time. “I’ve missed you little mouse.” “I’ve missed you too Dabi” You cupped his face as you stared into his eyes and pressed your foreheads together. You weren’t your usual chipper self but you tried to mask it. There was a lot weighing on your mind, namely the whole fact that this man- was your boyfriend. You still couldn’t believe it. Even after your nights of passion, you’d still half-expect that he slipped away during the middle of the night. That or you just had a vivid dream, but the soreness that you felt was far too real to possibly be fake. “Hey Dabi...” You whispered quietly. He hummed in response as he opened an eye. “Is this a dream?” You asked tentatively. “I.. I don’t want you to take this the wrong way or anything but, I’m a little worried about our future together.”  “I don’t know if we’re really there to talk about marriage quiet yet...” He shifted closer, pulling you into a hug. “Unless there’s something else going on that I’m not aware of?” “I just.. I’m a little scared one day you’ll get up and walk out of my life and disappear on me.” You burried your face into his chest as you sniffled, trying your best to not let him see you cry. “I’m not.. there are other people who are better than me. You.. You deserve better than me.” You trembled in his arms. He stared down at you he rubbed your back. “I’m sorry.. that you’ve had people before in your life that have hurt you like that. People who’ve abandoned you.. but I’m not like that little mouse. I love you. Is there something else that you need? Some way that I can prove to you how much I love you?” “No.. the world is full of attractive, beautiful girls. You don’t love me. You’re just making fun of me.. and when it stops being fun to fluster me.. you’ll leave.” You broke down into sobs, you didn’t want to say it. You didn’t want those words at all to come out of your mouth. But still, he held you tight as if it was the only thing that was keeping you from crumbling in his arms. “You’ll get bored of me one day..”  “Is that what you’re afraid of? Not being interesting enough for me? Not attractive enough?” He cupped your chin once you calmed down enough and wiped away your tears. “You’re more than just an attractive, beautiful girl to me though. I think you’re a gorgeous angel. I could never get bored of you.” He planted a kiss on your forehead as he rubbed your back some more. “I’m surprised we’ve made it this far. I’m always so scared that one day I’ll say something too snarky for you. That I’ll tease you so much you end up hating me for it. I never meant for you to feel like I’m just teasing you to make fun of you. I like to tease you because its cute when you blush. I like seeing you get so bashful you try to hide from me.” He grasburped your hand and kissed your inner wrist. “I love everything about you.. I love that you miss me as much as I miss you.” You sniffled as you listened to him. His words soothed you a little.  “I spent so long hating my body.. the way I looked and you.. there you are, a pretty thing, a gorgeous absolute fucking goddess.. sweeter than honey. You don’t care about my scars.. you’ve never asked about them.”  “Goddess...?” You asked quietly.  “Fuck yeah you’re a fucking Goddess.” He grinned at you, “With your permission of course, I’d like to pay worship.” He began planting soft kisses along your collarbone and down your breasts. “So please, as the man who worships you, may I have the privilege of worshipping my goddess?” “Y-Yes.” You nodded as your cheeks grew hot from embarrassment. Dabi peppered your skin with kisses, taking his sweet time especially around your sweet spots. “D-Dabi..” “Yes, my goddess?” He kissed a trail down your stomach. “I love you..” You smiled as you ran your fingers through his hair.  “I know,” He leaned up to capture your lips, “I’m going to make sure you never doubt my committment to you ever again, my dear.. goddess.” Taglist:  @some-kindofgnome @humanitiesstrongestchicken @hecatve @axerrri

#Lighting the Bonfire #Dabi #Dabi bnha #Dabi x Y/N #Dabi x Reader #Dabi fanfic #soft Dabi

[sakkkurra]

Don’t leave me Pt.3

Pairing : yan!BTS x reader

A/N: Hi! So finally I am here with new chapter, sorry that it took so long. I hope you all are doing great. Finally the situation here is getting better with Covid-19 and I send prayers to India- hang on there! I hope you enjoy this chapter. Also reminder that this story is pure fiction and does not this display BTS's real behaviour or characters. This behaviour is toxic and dangerous in real life. Stay safe!

Warnings: angst, NONCON , yandere themes, obsessive behaviour, language

Preview : " Since birth, you could see creatures from other realms. It was your special gift and you were quite thankful for it. But one fateful meeting with seven fallen angels makes you wish you weren’t born special. After all if it wasn’t for your so called gift, you wouldn’t have been in the clutches of monsters with no way out."

-part1- -part2- -part3-

"You don’t gotta worry about a thing nah not a thang."

Yeah right, you thought sarcastically. How stupid of you to think that you will be safe with them. That they will protect you from all the bad things in world. But you always felt secure with Hoseok. He always seemed like the mighty protector. Oh but how wrong you were. Because now, looking at him you can finally see that he is anything but it."Hi my beautiful dove. I guess your little escape plan failed hm?" you hear him say. You look him in eyes and hope that he will burn."Oh come on, don’t give me that look Y/N. It’s not my fault that you weren’t able to succeed. But what did you expect, hm? After all, you are so weak" he says with mocking tone and you know he is trying to provoke you. But damn he is doing a great work. If it weren’t for Taehyung's hand on your waist holding you down you would have already tried strike him."Fuck you!" you spit at him but he only scoffs."Oh? I thought that’s your job dove" he says and smirks. You hear others let out a small laugh. How you wish you could punch all of them in the face. "What are we gonna do with her hyung? After all she broke the rule and tried to leave us here all alone" Jungkook says while he is standing up from his comfortable seat and walks closer to you. You are always taken aback by his huge form when it’s in contrast with his baby face. He stops few inches before you and looks deeply into your eyes. As always, they are breathtakingly beautiful."Let me see Kook" Hoseok says and comes closer to you as well. He grabs your chin between his fingers and looks at your face. "Our Y/N was very selfish and did a very bad thing. I think I have the right thing in the store that will teach such a bad girl the a lesson" he smiles at you sweetly but you know better that behind this sweet smile lays brutal monster. You gulp down and pray for whatever force to save you from them.

-past-

All seven of us are walking towards the closest church that I could think of. Taehyung or Tae, as he told me to call him, stayed home because of his wounds. The walk was filled with small talk about me and my life."There is nothing special" I've told them but Namjoon kept telling me that it’s no trivial thing for them. To be honest it felt nice for once to be centre of attention. "So you could see creatures since you were born?"Jimin asked me. I nod and see that we are finally near church."So what do you need to do inside the church?" I ask them as we enter."Just some things that we angels need for survival here down on Earth" Hoseok answers and all six of them gather around altar. They start pushing it away and I watch them from above. I didn’t know that angels need "survival packs" to stay down here. As they moved the altar I saw that there was hole under it. Jungkook jumped down into hole and soon Jimin with Yoongi followed."Can I help with something?" I asked them because I wanted to be useful."Just watch the door darling and let us know if someone was coming" said Jin with charming smile and I mumble small okay and get to work. Soon all of them are inside the hole. It must be some kind of catacombs down there I thought. I don’t know how long I was on my watch waiting for them but I was starting to get really bored. Seeing that streets are empty and nobody was coming I've decided that I will take a closer look. And as I thought it was really catacombs. I couldn’t see much of it since it was dark but there were old rusty stairs leading down to the dark."Guys are you ok?" I shout but there is no reply. Suddenly I am very nervous. I mean what if something happened to them. Or they got lost? I take out my phone from my pocket and turn the light on. I will just go down and check if everything is all right I tell myself and start walking down the stairs. It was really chilly and damp down there. I was thankful for the little light that I’ve got but it wasn’t much. I was walking trough the old passageway. At the end of it was crossroad with four different gates."Guys hello. Are you there?" I shout but the only reply is my echo followed by thick silence. I feel shivers run down my spine. I didn’t feel comfortable there so I've decided to go back. But as I turned back there was wall before me. I have been staring at the wall for about one minute. I have seen enough horror movies to know where this leads so yes, I've panicked a little. I started running towards the gate that was on the right side. I know that it wasn’t right to do something in this state but I couldn’t help it. I don’t know how long I was running when suddenly I felt that the ground under me started moving and falling apart. I shrieked when I've felt that my feet lost contact with ground and I started falling into the deep darkness. That’s it I am gonna die I thought and kept screaming. I squeezed my eyes waiting to hit ground when I've felt someone arms around me. I opened my eyes in shock but I couldn’t see who was holding me and pressing me to his chest due to dark. I had lost my phone during the fall so I couldn’t light on him. All I knew was that we still weren’t on the ground. It felt like we were flying. Suddenly there was bright light and I needed to shut my eyes because it was hurting them."Shh it’s okay Y/N. Everything is okay, you are safe" said voice that I knew. It was Hoseok's voice. I've opened my eyes and realised that we are back in church. We were back on the ground in each others embrace. "What were you doing down there Y/N, hm? It was no place for you. If it wasn’t for me you would still be falling like a little fragile dove. Oh, that’s what I will call you. My sweet vulnerable dove" he says while he is caressing my head."I-I was just looking for you guys because you were down there for a l-long time so I thought that something happened and the next t-thing I knew was that I-I was falling and"I wanted to continue but I broke into sobs and couldn’t keep talking. Hoseok stayed with me until I calmed down. Even after that he didn’t pull

away from me which felt really nice. It felt so safe and right to be in his arms."We were so worried for you Y/N. When we came back you weren’t there so all of us went looking for you. Good thing that I've founded you or else...Ah, I don’t even wanna think about it dove"he says and pulls me closer. I seriously don’t know what happened down there but for now I will leave it be."Thank you for saving me Hobi" I whisper to him."Hobi?"he says with amused tone. "Yes can I call you like that?I like it more than Hoseok" I say with smile on my lips. Hobi looks down at me and smiles too."Sure thing, dove. I love it. As for what happened down there" he says with worried tone" you really didn’t need to go there. Looking and worrying about us. Huh you are really weird girl Y/N. You don’t need to worry about us. If anything Y/N, I will be the one protecting you. You don’t need to worry dove, I will always keep you safe from everyone and everything." I nod and snuggle closer to him. How lucky I am to have met them I thought.

-back to present-

You slowly open your eyes and look around your surroundings. Ah, back in the old familiar room you thought bitterly. You hated this room. After all, it’s where they always kept you locked. "Your room"as they put it ,was a fancy chamber with one big king sized bed in the middle.If it weren’t for the library that Namjoon let you have you would have gone insane. But now you had bigger problems to deal with than being locked in this room. They really didn’t spare you with punishment this time. Especially Hoseok took enjoyment in it. The first part where they were striking you with little electric shocks that was coming from their hands was bearable. You didn’t even scream or cry. You grew immune to this by now. But than they did something much worse. They filled your mind with memories, happy memories with your mom and Zira. It was cruel reminder how much you had then and weren’t thankful enough for it. How much freedom you had. That broke you. You really felt like dying. The physical pain was bad, yes, but the mental pain was truly killing you. You wanted to stay strong you really did. But maybe Hoseok was right. You were weak. Speaking of the devil you heard yours door open and someone sitting on the bed next to you. You didn’t need to look up who it was you knew it is Hoseok. He always came visit you after punishment because he enjoyed to see you so helpless and broken. What a sadistic prick you thought. He started"Dove when will you learn? Running away from us and trying to leave us. Come on Y/N, you know that’s not happening. Why don’t you try and be good for us hm? For me? So I don’t have to hurt you. You know I only want the best for you dove" he says and starts caressing your left thigh. Yeah right you didn’t look like you minded hurting me back then you though but you don’t have enough power to say it. You lay down there for a while and the room is filled only with your heavy breathing. Suddenly you feel him laying down next to you. He puts his hand around you and pulls you closer. Hoseok puts his head on the crook of your neck and inhales your scent."You know dove, everything can be so much easier if you just stopped fighting us. It would be like old good times. You and seven of us. So stop this stupid rebellion and let us love you. Stop trying to leave us." Silent tears are streaming down your face."No"is the only thing you say to him. You feel his body stiffen and hear low chuckle." So it will be no huh? Good Y/N. Because it gives me purpose. You see I was always the one that only brought pain to others.I was nothing more than beast that enjoyed tearing others apart And I know that I bring pain to you too dove. But trust me for once, it’s for good purpose. You don’t need to see it just accept it. Because trough this pain I will keep you safe here with us. So in the end I want to say thank you Y/N" he says and puts small kiss on your neck. And soon the kiss is followed by his hands roaming around your body. Then you feel his hungry lips on yours . You lay still as he undresses both of you. You lay still as you are watching him above you while he is pounding inside you. You look at the small drops of sweat that are forming on his forehead. I didn’t know that angels can sweat you think. But it makes you happy. It gives you hope. Because if they can sweat they can bleed. And if they can bleed they can die. And if they can die you can be free once more. Just endure it Y/N you tell yourself. Because soon you will be back on your feet ready to strike again. So you lay there without moving letting him ruin you. Huh Hoseok the angel of pain and suffering indeed is what you think just before you black out.

#yandere bts #yandere bts x reader #yandere hoseok #yandere yoongi #yandere taehyung #yandere jimin #yandere jin #yandere namjoon #yandere jungkook #yandere #bts yandere

[ickymichi]

KNOCKOUT!

h. shinsou

warnings: swearing, fighting, vulgar talk, slight toxic behaviour.

things to know: underground fighter au, no quirk au! shinsous kinda ooc ig

word count: 1.5k

note: didn’t know how to end this as per. but was originally gonna be a lyric fic but then i said no. also pls do not be afraid to send on anything about this shinsou cause he’s currently clouding the membrane! reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

underground fighter!shinsou who came home 3 hours after his fight supposedly ended. unfortunately you couldn’t attend this one as you had your own work shift overlapping the fight times. you stayed up until the devils hour waiting for the tall male to trudge through the door, his usual large duffle bag either full of winning money or spare clothes slung over his shoulder.

“where were you?” one the bag hit the floor you spoke first, leaning against the wall while watching him toe off his air force. “what dya’ mean? i was at a match, you know that” he grumbled with a slight roll of his eyes and walked past you to the stuffy kitchen—silently noting another small hole in the wall—. “yeah i know that,” you said with a ‘duh’ tone, “but that ended three hours ago. where have you been in that time.”

shrugging his shoulders he finished off his water and lent on his elbows against the counter. “at the bar with the guys, what? i cant celebrate a win anymore? jesus” you looked at him like he told you he’d just grown an arm and three legs. “so you just didn’t think of inviting me, but every other bitch you kno-” “you were at fuckin’ work, i’m hardly gonna ask when i know the answer.”

again he rolled his eyes to the man above while lifting his hoodie over his frame and into the washing machine leaving him in his white wife beater, finally making his way out to the balcony while pulling a cigarette from the box in his pocket. “you know i finished just after the match was over, you couldn’t of just asked? was it to hard?” hitoshi blew the smoke in your opposite direction and looked towards you. “i cant have one night with my friends without you you attached to my hip all night huh? christ i’ll invite you next time if it annoys you that much woman” “so you think i’m clingy?” you scoffed with your arms crossed over your chest. hitoshi dryly laughed and looked down to the dark streets, people yelling and some coming home from night clubs and bars alike.

“maybe sometimes i think i do (y/n), listen to yourself right now.” your lips fell into a thin line at his comment, making you sigh and push yourself off the railing. “fuck you shinsou” you heard him kiss his teeth and turn to follow you through the narrow halls. “so i’m the bad guy again? all i said was that i didn’t want you hanging off my hip,” hitoshi went to follow you into the bedroom but was met with the door slammed in his face. “(y/n) baby please, c’mon i’m sorry i didn’t mean it in that way okay? just open the door please,” he waited another few seconds before hearing you shuffle then swing the door to show your glossy eyes. “one more chance hitoshi, one more and i swear if you pull shit like this i’m gone”

The bright lights, constant shouting, stuffy crowds and the smell of blood was something you grew accustomed to over the past year and a half. Thankfully, you didn’t have to get lumped into the huge crowd, being shinsous partner you you a seat at the ringside beside his trainers.

Tonight he was up against a rather tough opponent, one who played as dirty as the sport itself. And Hitoshi was feeling the effects of his foul play by the third round. His chest heaving, the hard muscles covered in sweat and a mix between his own and the other guys blood. You could already see that he would have a black eye and bruises along his cheek, aswell as a busted eyebrow.

Even with all his current injuries, it wasn’t like the fighter opposite him wasn’t feeling it either. Anyone could see he was just as tired as Shinsou, a limp in his step showing a particular hit to the stomach had him doubling.

“keep going ‘toshi one more hit and he’s out!” your lilac haired lover perked up slightly at the sound of your encouragement, brining his tape wrapped hands back up from his side, flexing them to feel the hard guard on his knuckles press against his skin. “oh? That your own little supporter?” the tan male taunted at shinsou, making him raise an eyebrow for a split second until he realised what the comment meant.

“yeah? What of it?”

“she looks like she’s taste real nice, bet she does huh? Probably wouldn’t put up much of a fight if I tried to get a taste myself” Hitoshi felt his blood boil at his words. “fuck off and just focus on what’s infront of you jackass” he chuckled darkly at Shinsou’s words and let a lopsided grin take over his beat up face. “ah c’mon sh must be sweet as if your gettin’ all tough. c’mon just once taste of that little kitty ca-”

Shinsou didn’t let him finish his vulgur sentence before he brought his leg up aiming his shin to kick into his unprotected rib cage. The minute his opponent hit the floor Hitoshi was on top him landing punch after punch to his face. “He’s out Shinsou! He’s out!” both his trainers lept up into the ring to pull him off the man who was now out cold. As they held him back Shinsou spat down onto the other fighter before raising a fist in the air.

—

“you did so good out there ‘toshi. ‘m really proud” you leant more into his side seaking the warmth you needed as you walked through the dark city streets. Hitoshi winced slightly as you pressed against a growing bruise, but of course he wasn’t going to tell you to get off him so he kept quiet. “thanks babe. did it all for you of course” he said the end of his sentence in a playful tone while pressing a kiss to your cheek. Knowing that the both of you find those lovey dovey parts of relationships too funny to take serious.

“how ‘bout we go celebrate in the bar, we can go alone or meet up with the others.” You hummed as an indication that you were thinking of an answer to five before letting a teasing grin grace your features. “we can do that, but I kinda wanna take my winnings first.”

He didn’t know exactly what you meant until you were leading him to the darker alley at the side of the path, falling against the cold brick. His eyes trained your face for until you brought your hands to his bruised cheek to pull him down, meeting his split lip halfway.

Hitoshi only pulled away until he felt his lungs beg for air. Once he did he took your smaller face in his large hands, holding you as if you were a fragile piece of fine china. Looking at you as if you were an angel sent from above for his viewing. He felt his chest tighten as you brought your hands to rest over his own, careful of the cuts and bruises along his knuckles.

“fuck, I fucking love you so much baby. Wont let anyone say shit or do anything to you. promise” he whispers as he brought his lips back to your own. Nearly Going against your claims of ‘hating the lovey dovey shit of relationships.”

“You ever think of quitting all this?”

Your voice was just above a whisper. Taking your boyfriend out of a slight trance he was in. “uh yeah sometimes I guess, why?” you shrugged at his question, really because you didn’t want an argument to start up. You know shit would hit the fan if you told him that you hated his job, how you hate that nearly every night you have to clean his beat up face in your cramped bathroom. You know he’d argue that it’s the only way to get money. Your job barely scraping the monthly rent if it wasn’t for his.

“i know what your thinking, and I can’t just quit because you don’t like seeing me with a few cuts and bruises” he laughed slightly at the soft pout now on your lips, letting his hands fall on your hips to rub against the exposed skin. “but sometimes it’s not just cuts and bruises hitoshi. Like 2 weeks you nearly broke two ribs for gods sake.” “yeah, but i didn’t. so I don’t see why your all mad about it. it’s not like I haven’t been taking beatings all my life anyway, what’s some weaklings that are only trying to make quick money.”

You couldn’t really argue with his point, and again, you weren’t going to because you didn’t feel like going to sleep in an empty bed. “isn’t that what your doing?” playfully, he slapped your ass and narrowed his eyes. “hey, i’m not some weakling. You see these guys?” you gave a noise of affirmation as you reached up to feel his bicep. “okay big guy calm it while I kiss your boo boos better.”

#!!.mha works #mha x reader #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou smut #shinsou x reader #Spotify #bakugou x reader #todoroki x reader #dabi x reader #my hero academia x reader

[waitineedaname]

It was Tommy Coolatta’s birthday, and Gordon Freeman was shaking in a Chuck E. Cheese bathroom.

He hadn’t planned to end up there. He hadn’t planned to be in many of the places he’d been in the past… god. Week? Weeks? Month? The realization that he couldn’t remember how long he’d spent trying to escape Black Mesa made him grip the cheap tile of the bathroom countertops and shake even harder.

He’d tried to make it through the party as long as he could, he really had. He’d danced with Bubby and Coomer and tried his hand at the arcade machines and eaten what pizza he could stomach. But it was just… so much. He wasn’t sure how the others could party like that after everything they’d gone through. Everyone coped differently, he supposed.

He should probably go back out there soon, for Tommy’s sake. It was his birthday, after all, and after everything Tommy had done for him, he owed it to him to at least celebrate with him. He just… needed a minute. Maybe none of them had even realized he’d left yet.

“Mr. Freeman?”

Damn.

“Hey, Tommy.” Gordon offered Tommy a weak smile, though he could see in the mirror that it was more of a grimace. “Sorry, man, I’ll be back out there in a second. It was just… a lot.”

Tommy nodded, a sympathetic look on his face. “Do… Is it okay if I join you?”

“What? You don’t have to keep me company dude, it’s your birthday. Don’t stop having fun on my account.” Gordon tried to wave him towards the door, but Tommy was shaking his head before he’d even finished his sentence.

“No, I… It’s a lot for me too. The-” Tommy gestured vaguely as if searching for a word and failing to find it, “All of it.”

“Oh.” Gordon blinked. “Then, yeah, pull up a chair, I guess.”

Tommy gave him a small smile and shut the bathroom door behind him. He leaned his back against it and let out a sigh that Gordon echoed.

They stood there in silence for a while, Gordon doing his best to get his shaking under control. With anyone else, he might have felt awkward, but this was Tommy. Tommy had been the one to practically carry him through countless tunnels and vats of questionable liquid when he was delirious from blood loss. If there was anyone he trusted to not judge him for having a breakdown in the bathroom, it was Tommy.

The metal of the HEV suit clinked against the linoleum of the sink, and suddenly it struck him how much he wanted this thing off.

“Hey, uh,” Gordon spoke up, clearing his throat. Tommy hummed in acknowledgement, “You’ve read a bunch of manuals, right? Did you read the HEV suit manual?”

“Uh, yeah!”

“Think you could get this thing off me?”

Tommy’s eyes widened like he’d only just realized how long Gordon had been wearing the suit. “Oh! Yeah, I can- I think I can do that.”

Tommy approached him slowly, as if approaching a skittish cat, then became more confident in his movements when Gordon gave no sign of flinching away. He began working on the back of Gordon’s chestplate first, slender fingers working deftly on the bolts and buckles that held it together. It was slow work, but with each piece Tommy lifted off him, Gordon felt he could breathe easier. A literal weight was lifted off him, and it only made him more aware of the ache deep in his bones. Every few minutes, there would be a loud noise from the main entertainment area of the Chuck E. Cheese; Gordon would flinch away from the sound, and Tommy would freeze in his movements, but then they would hear Coomer’s loud laughter or a snide, muffled comment from Bubby, and they would relax and resume their work.

After what felt like eons, Tommy finished unclasping the last buckle on Gordon’s boots, stepping back to let him toe them off himself. The HEV suit was a pile of orange rubble surrounding them, and Gordon suddenly felt exposed in nothing but his socks and the dark jumpsuit he’d been wearing under the suit. He felt like he could stand up straight without straining for the first time in weeks, and the feeling of the overpowered Chuck E. Cheese air conditioning seeping through the sleeves of his jumpsuit left him feeling flayed raw. 

Tommy was staring at him with an unreadable look on his face, hands flexing and unflexing in a nervous stim. He reached out a hand, hesitated, then laid it on Gordon’s left forearm. Gordon’s skin burned under his touch. When was the last time he’d felt someone else’s body heat?

“Can…” Tommy’s voice was quiet and sounded as fragile as Gordon felt, “Can I hug you?”

Gordon didn’t trust himself to speak around the lump the size of a tennis ball in his throat, so he just nodded. Tommy outstretched long arms, and the two of them fell into each other. 

Gordon’s whole body felt like it was buzzing right down to his core. He was lightheaded as everything hit him in that moment. All he had gone through. All he had survived. The fact that he was out, and he was alive. The fact that this was the first time he’d touched someone and felt it on his skin since he’d dropped Joshua off at his mom’s the week of the test. And it was Tommy who got to hold the title of the first person to hug him in far too long. Tommy who had been kind to him even when stress was making them all snappish, and who had made jokes with him when things felt grim. Tommy who had been the only one he trusted when everyone else left him for dead, Tommy who fought by his side so loyally and who removed that horrible suit with such impossible tenderness. 

Gordon pressed his face into the shoulder of Tommy’s filthy polo shirt that smelled like sweat and blood but was warm and had probably been soft at some point, and he let out the loudest sob in his life. His voice shattered on the noise, and then he suddenly couldn’t hold it back anymore, sob after sob wrenching its way out of his throat. 

He wasn’t sure he’d ever cried like this. Not when he was in labor with Joshua, not at any point during the Resonance Cascade, not even when his arm was being cut off. Nothing compared to these deep sobs that seemed to claw their way out of somewhere deep in his soul to burst out of his chest as everything crashed into him all at once.

He could feel Tommy’s fist balled in the back of his jumpsuit, and he could feel and hear Tommy weeping quietly into where he’d pressed his face into Gordon’s hair, and the raw sensations of it all only made him sob harder.

They stood there, clinging to each other until Gordon’s knees couldn’t hold him up any longer, and then they both sank to the ground, still holding onto each other like they were each other’s life lines. Maybe they were.

Eventually, Gordon simply couldn’t cry anymore, his tear ducts emptied, leaving him with a dehydration headache and a sore throat. He didn’t extricate himself from Tommy’s hold, though, and Tommy didn’t seem like he was going to let go any time soon either. He’d cried himself empty sooner than Gordon had, and now he was just stroking his fingers through Gordon’s knotted curls. Gordon didn’t want to think about how nasty his hair must be right now, caked in blood and sweat and god knows what else, but Tommy’s hand in his hair felt more soothing than aloe on a sunburn. 

He snorted quietly when the simile occurred to him. He’d maybe been spending too much time with Tommy. He then immediately shoved that thought away and squeezed Tommy tighter. No, he had not spent nearly enough time with Tommy. Now that they were out, he could let himself think about spending time with Tommy when they weren’t in mortal danger. He couldn’t wait to watch Tommy’s favorite shows and listen to him infodump about them, or walk Sunkist in the sunshine, or take Tommy to his favorite restaurants, or introduce him to Joshua-

Fuck. God, he really liked this guy, huh.

Tommy pulled back ever so slightly, though he didn’t go far. Just enough to be able to look down at Gordon with those kind, intelligent eyes, and Gordon thought he might pass out. He moved his hand from Gordon’s messy ponytail to cup his cheek, and Gordon was certain he was going to pass out.

“Are you okay?” Tommy asked. Gordon laughed despite himself.

“No,” Gordon said, tilting his head to better fit against Tommy’s hand and giving Tommy the tiniest smile, “I don’t think I am.”

Tommy gave him his own sad smile. “That’s okay. I… I don’t think any of us are.”

Gordon snorted. “That’s for damn sure.” 

Tommy was still staring down at him with more tenderness than Gordon was prepared to deal with, “Do…” He paused, licking his lips. Gordon wasn’t embarrassed to say he stared at the motion, “I think I’m done with the party. Do you want to go home?”

“Yeah,” Gordon sighed with more exhaustion than a man his age should feel, “I would love that, bud.”

It took some maneuvering to get them both off the floor without tripping over the chunks of HEV suit on the floor, but neither of them seemed willing to let go of each other more than necessary. Eventually, they made it out of the bathroom, Tommy’s hand warm and solid in Gordon’s own. Dr. Coomer looked up from where he’d been punching apart an arcade machine when they entered the room.

“Ah, hello, Gordon!” He said cheerfully. “You appear to have been peeled!”

“Uh, yeah, Dr. Coomer.” Gordon huffed out a laugh, relieved that that was what Dr. Coomer was pointing out opposed to the fact that his face was definitely puffy and tearstained. “Tommy helped me get the suit off.”

“You look very sporting in your jumpsuit, Gordon!” Dr. Coomer said, returning to his destruction of Chuck E. Cheese property. Tommy smiled down at Gordon, and he was suddenly struck by the realization that the HEV suit had given him a couple inches of height because wow, Tommy was tall. Tommy squeezed his hand and looked up to flag down Gman.

“Hello, son. Dr… Freeman.” Gman greeted them both. Gordon nodded at him. The dude still gave him the creeps, but he could appreciate the parental fondness he’d seen him demonstrate for Tommy over the course of the afternoon.

“Hey, dad.” Tommy gave him a slight wave with his free hand, the other still holding Gordon’s. “I- um, this was a really nice party!”

“I’m… glad to, hear it. I, pulled out all the stops.” 

“I can- I can see that! But, uh. I’m pretty tired. I-... Can you open a portal to Mr. Freeman’s apartment?”

If Gman thought there was anything strange about Tommy asking to go to Gordon’s home and not his own, he didn’t say anything of it. “Of… course. I, will begin to… wrap things up here before, our, friends can cause too much… property damage.”

He gestured to the nearest wall with very little flourish to show them the glowing green portal that hadn’t been there a minute earlier. Tommy gently tugged Gordon in its direction. Behind them, he heard Coomer call out “goodbye, Gordon!” and then in a flash, they were standing in his living room. 

Were this any other situation, Gordon would’ve been embarrassed to show someone the messy state of his apartment without tidying beforehand, but he simply didn’t have it in him to care when his bed was within reach for the first time in weeks. It was his turn to tug Tommy up the narrow stairs and down the hall to his bedroom. They both collapsed on his bed, neither bothering to change out of their bloodstained clothes, which Gordon was sure they’d regret in the morning, but considering he could barely summon the energy to pull the sheets over their shoulders, he decided that was a problem for future Gordon. 

Tommy pulled him into his arms like it was the most natural thing in the world, like this wasn’t the first time he’d ever been in Gordon’s apartment, like they hadn’t met less than an hour before the worst disaster of their lives. Gordon felt the soft flannel of his sheets brush against his skin, and he felt the softness of his pillow under his head, and he felt Tommy’s warm body all around him, and he fell asleep solidly for the first time in weeks.

#hlvrai #freelatta #tommy coolatta #gordon feetman #my writing #okay to reblog #I have so many emotions involving these two oh god #shoutout to risk for sending me the post that inspired this and immediately killing me dead #I will probably reblog this with an ao3 link once I get it posted there