#like okay. stop walking away before you hear me speak but also stop sticking around to hear me speak >:

[vampsquerade]

okay okay, asking for the monsterfuckers here >.>

can we please please PLEASE have some werewolf könig with a female reader that has to help him with his rut? some…some knotting would be cool too…

WEREWOLF KÖNIG???? MONSTERFUCKER???? HAVE I REACHED MY TARGET AUDIENCE WITH A POST OR WHAT HAHA AAAAA- ahem, but yes you may have some werewolf König

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Werewolf!König x Female!Reader: Controllable Urges

Trigger Warnings: NSFW, smut, mating seasons, monsterfucker reader, slight shifts, knotting, multiple positions, werewolf!AU, creampies, biting, scratching (fic under the cut)

Werewolves were something you’d always believed only existed in fairytales and made up stories about feral, nature connected men living in the forests. But after encountering your own boyfriend and finding out his true identity, you fully believe that they’re real. “K…König?” you ask softly when you knock on his door. There’s a soft growl followed by a whine, as if warning you to keep away. But knowing how stubborn you were, you weren’t gonna leave him alone or go away. “Are you okay..? Need me to come in there and comfort you..? Is the shift a bit painful this time around?” you ask from behind the door. “N-No…I don’t need help…do not come inside the room…please…” König growls. Just the way he sounds, all raspy and dangerous, it intrigues you more and more. You only become more worried, leaning against the door a bit more to hear what’s going on.

You can hear him panting heavily, like he’s out of breath after running around for so long. But it also sounds slightly…pained? There’s also the soft and faint sound of something squishing. “Are you…sure you don’t need any help?” I ask. “Stop asking me…hffh..~ s-stupid questions, Maus…it’s dangerous for you to c-come inside my room right now…” König growls softly. Scowling slightly, thinking he might be in some actual form of pain and doesn’t want to be treated and scolded by you, you decide to just open the door. And once you do, your eyes go wider than the moon when you see exactly what your boyfriend’s been doing this whole time. He’s in heat? Or is it a rut? You can’t really remember much about the proper terminology; all you knew was that he was in what would be considered his “mating season.”

But the sight…it’s one to truly see. König’s not completely in his other form; only his forearms and a bit of his back are covered in fur. His signature little wolf ears and tail are sticking out from his head and back, and his claws are sharp against the skin of his own thigh, piercing through and making him bleed as the other grips his throbbing cock. His eyes pierce right into yours as he scowls, growling lowly at you, “I…I thought I warned you…” he seethes. Your eyes soften a bit and you cautiously walk over to him, gently pushing him back into his bed. “What are you doing…?” König whispers breathlessly, letting his back fall onto the cool, silk sheets of his bed, making him wince softly. “Shh…I’m going to help you, okay…?” You whisper softly. Carefully, you then climb over him and sit in his lap. You can feel him burning through his dampened clothes from all the sweat and lean in, kissing him.

König’s eyes go wide and he’s doing all he can to make sure he doesn’t lose control when you sit in his lap and kiss him. He’s kissing you back gently, not trying to get too into it to where he ends up accidentally hurting you. Pulling away for just a moment, you stare at his piercing blue eyes. “I told you…I will help you whenever you need me to…” you say. Your tone is gentle and calm, sweet and kind, and it’s everything König needed right now. His eyes seem to water a little before he eventually speaks up, “I just don’t want to hurt you…I-I’m insatiable right now…” Your smile just seems to get a bit warmer when he says this, “Oh König, it’s okay—I told you I’ll help you whenever you need me to. Now tel me,” You begin, gently putting your hands into his hair and messing with his little ears and giving them gentle squeezes.

König instinctively leans into this, moaning softly when you start to scratch behind them. “Do you want me to help you through your mating season?” you ask firmly. He nods furiously, whimpering softly. “Take off all your clothes then. I promise I’ll take you as you are, but don’t be afraid to lose control—I understand and I trust you to not hurt me too badly,” you say, climbing off him to let him take off his clothes. Sitting back up on his knees, König snarls as he straight up just rips every piece of fabric on him off. You see little scars all over his body, presumably from him digging his claws into himself to keep his self-control. “You know, you could’ve told me you were a werewolf a long time ago—I would’ve been more than happy to help you out the way I am now,” you say.

König’s eyes then dart to yours and you could see that he’s already begun to break free from the chains of his self-resistance and self-control. His pupils are dilated, shoulders heaving up and down as he stares at you and breathes heavily. “Are you…really sure that…y-you’ll be okay with this? Because once I start…” he says in that same raspy voice, snarling softly, “I won’t be able to stop until I’m satisfied.” You feel your entire body fluster at this display he’s giving you. He looks so much hotter in this form, and you can’t help but wonder what it was like to fuck him this way. “I-I’m okay with this, promise…I want to help you however you need…” you say softly.

König nods and then begins to rip your clothes off, letting the shreds fall completely to the floor. “H-Hey!” you can’t help but exclaim, only to yelp slightly when he lifts you up and lays you down on your bed faster than you can even register. “I’ll buy you new clothes, now hush.” König says. He climbs over you as you lay there in your bed, and you can feel him slightly slap himself against your clit. Your eyes go even wider than before and you bite your lip. “You feel wet enough already…surely I won’t need to worry about teasing you,” he also sniffs the air, snarling softly. “Smell it too…I just want to get this all over and done with…” König groans.

And just as he says this, he lifts your legs up to your chest to put you into a mating press position. “K-König, wait!” you protest to no avail. There was no getting through to him now once he slowly pushed himself inside of you, making you whimper and moan from the stretch. König takes no time to start, gripping the backs of your knees so tightly his claws dig into you and he starts to thrust himself in and out of you. He’s much more forceful than he was every other time, driven by his primal instincts to breed you during his mating season. You can’t help but squeeze his cock tightly, as his tip practically kisses your cervix. It’s a bit painful, but you can’t help moaning over and over from how good the pain feels.

König’s larger stature still manages to tower over you even when he’s got you like this, his eyes screwed tightly shut as he thrusts into you like there's no tomorrow. The man’s lost himself to the pleasure of you clenching tightly around him, the pleasure of getting to finally mate somebody. “Fuck, Maus…you were practically made for me…I’m going to fucking mate you and make you mine~” König growls, opening his eyes slightly as he then lets a groan rip from his throat. You can’t say anything at all, accepting your fate as his forevermore as he pounds into you. “Y-Yours…I’m all yours…~” you manage to say through your helpless, wanton moans. “That you are, Maus.” König growls.

“Du gehörst mir...du bist mein Kumpel... und ich werde dafür sorgen, dass die ganze Welt es weiß…” he whispers. Suddenly, König pulls out of you before flipping you onto your stomach, raising your hips so your ass is in the air. “This is much more fitting…” König snarls as he pushes back into you. Your hands grip the bed sheets tightly, moaning even louder as his unrelenting thrusts resume again. One of his clawed hands has moved down between your legs, rubbing at your sensitive clit to make you squeeze him tighter from the sensation. “König!~ T-Too much!~” you whimper loudly, turning your head slightly to look at him.

König says nothing, giving you a sharp-toothed grin and a cocky laugh as he continues. “This is nothing yet…you’ll be begging and crying for me to stop the further I go. Like I said,” he leans down to whisper in your ear as his fingers rub deeper and harsher circles against your clit, “I won’t stop until I’m satisfied. Pass out, become completely incoherent—I’m not stopping any time soon.” he snarls. Your hips jolt slightly, as the sensation of him rubbing circles against your clit and his forceful thrusting becomes all too much. Your eyes start to slightly roll back, drool dripping onto the mattress as your jaw hangs open to moan loudly. König’s pushing you further and further towards the edge.

Feeling proud of himself, he then pulls back slightly and sinks his sharp canines into the nape of your neck right as he pushes back into you and finally finishes off inside of you. All of this has become far too overwhelming and you can’t help but finally have the most intense climax of your life; and many more were to follow after this. Your entire body’s quivering as he keeps you in place like this, hearing him growling from the satisfaction of being able to do this. König continues to thrust harder, until you feel something else press into you. Completely sheathed inside you, his knot keeps him in place as he finally reaches his own climax.

A loud snarl followed by a howl resounds in the room, his hips still slightly grinding into you until he stops. You remain there on the bed, whimpering pathetically as the stars in your vision slowly dissipate. “Fuck…oh my god…wh-what is that..?” you ask softly, trying to wiggle yourself away onto to find yourself stuck in place. König leans back down and licks the blood seeping from his bite away, as if tenderly comforting you after. “Maus…I just knotted you…you’re mine forever now that I’ve left my mark on you…” he says softly, continuing to lick at your blood. “O-Oh…how long does it last…?” you ask again, curious as to how his werewolf anatomy works.

“Hm…I’m not too sure…I haven’t knotted anyone before…” König whispers. He then presses soft kisses into the sides of your neck, moving his hands from your hips and cunt to gently roam around you. “Guess we’ll just have to wait…” he whispers once more. “Fuck…and it’s just going to be this all night, isn’t it…?” you ask. König chuckles softly, sighing happily as he gives you a nod. His ears are flat against the top of his head, tail slightly wagging. “S-Sorry, but yes…” he apologizes. You just huff through your nose before laughing softly, “It’s okay…wow…so this is what it’s like to get fucked by a werewolf…” you say softly. König nods once more and continues to tell you sweet things in German, praising you and thanking you for doing this with him.

Oh yeah…it was definitely going to be a long night.

#cod #call of duty #cod mw22 #call of duty modern warfare 2022 #cod könig #könig #könig x reader #x reader smut #werewolf au

[thesupreme316]

ok this might sound weird but… how would aew men react to having a partner who acts like Chelsea Green so she is a karen on screen hopefully that makes sense😭..

AEW Stars React to: You Being A Karen (on-screen)

Pairings: Orange Cassidy x Fem!Reader, MJF x Fem!Reader, Kenny Omega x Fem!Reader, Hook x Fem!Reader, Eddie Kingston x Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks x Fem!Reader, Christian Cage x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 910

Supreme Speaks: hey yall sorry for being MIA, my life has changed so much so please keep me in good thoughts. anyways, i'm back and thanks to @cassie0sstuff requesting and sorry for not responding. Imma try my best to upload as much as possible this week. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: none i think

Taglist: @cassie0sstuff @wwenhlimagines @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @sheinthatfandom @eddie-kingstons-wifey

Okay for this I can only imagine yall doing the whole Karen thing if the other person was truly in the wrong…not when someone is literally just doing their job

Orange Cassidy

He’s just going with the flow man

This is the face before you start yellin 😐

And this is the face after you start yellin 😐

He literally would let you go on a rant and finally, when you walk away he’ll say

“What she said”

Will tell you to chill out if you’re going overboard

Cassidy literally doesn’t have the energy to be playing with you or feeding into your antics

Because of this, Kris, Trent, and Chuck have to pull you off of the other person He loves it when you scream at his opponents; he starts chuckling in their faces

Hook

Tries to calm you down….sometimes

Like Cassidy, Hook is not with the yelling and screamin (unless its in other ways wink wink)

He’s a very quiet and stoic person if you didn’t know

Will shut you down before you even get started

Like I’m talking will pick you up and remove you from the room

However, if it’s a time when you really can’t be stopped, Hook will sit back and observe

With a huge ass smirk as you’re mouthing off at his opponent

After it’s all said and done, he says, “Fuck around and find out”

Only will allow you to do it once he can’t be bothered to yell or complain

Eddie Kingston

Man either loves it or he’s not phased

Like it has become a part of his routine; wake up, get ready, hear you yell, kick-ass, sleep, repeat

He loves to see you go off the handles every once in a while, especially when confronting Claudio or Jericho

You: You keep getting involved with business that’s not yours! You are not the authority here! I’ll sue you!

Eddie: SHE WILL TAKE ALL YOUR PENNIES YOU SWISS LEX LUTHOR!

Other times you fade into the background

Fenix: Do you hear her?

Eddie: Not really, at this point it’s white noise…or maybe I’m going deaf

I also think he would just place you in front of him when he's finished talking so you can scream the rest of his thoughts

Kenny Omega

Your character is primarily on BTE

He feeds into it

Will tattletale on Nick and Matt to you

“You two are in big trouble when Y/N gets here! Ooooooooo!”

Will hide behind you and stick his tongue out at Nick and Matt

I think he would also just tell Kota (who can do no wrong) to let you angry translate for him

Kenny would be the significant other who 100% percent supports their partner

Even if they are in the wrong…he won’t let you know when you’re wrong

If you really went in on someone, he would quietly apologize after you leave

MJF

OH THIS MOTHERFUCKER

Feeds into it x5000

A smirk would be on his face as he states that you are his secret weapon

Will lie to people just for a chance to see you yell at people

Brings you to his matches so you can yell at referees about their “mistakes”

Will act like a Karen when you get ejected from a match

“NO YOU SMHUCK! YOU CAN’T GET MAD CAUSE YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO DO YOUR JOB!”

He might leave the match since you’re not there

Sits back stage and sulks while you scream at everyone in sight

Tbh, you are both Karens with the way he acts

You both have to drag each other away

Christian Cage

Hehe, this man is the biggest Karen

Don’t hit me, but this man would use you as a shield and scapegoat (character speaking wise)

He would hide behind you and tell you to tell off his opponent

Will send you to do interviews for him, loves it when you get feisty and start yelling

He would also send you off to let Tony his list of demands (of what he wants in his locker room and wish)

If he said anything outta pocket and gets confronted, he’ll say it was you

“I didn’t say your mom is hot…Y/N said it! Wait-“

Hear me out…he has several voice messages saved with you screaming your head off

Uses it when you’re not there to get his point across

God forbid anyone starts yelling back at you…he would unleash hellfire upon them

Ricky Starks

Okay at first…he was annoyed

Like he didn’t understand why your character goes around yelling at people and how it got over

But once he turned heel, he understood

It was hella funny yet justified…especially when one of you got disrespected

Ricky tries his best not to laugh on screen when you’re screaming

Will join in and verbally jump the person

You: You are so horrible at your job! Like how did you-

Ricky: I got this baby…YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE AT YOUR JOB AND YOU DESERVE TO CHOKE-

He is quick to get merchandise made with your Karen slogans

Cuts people off and threats to get you...which makes them instantly shut up

#aew #all elite wrestling #aew imagine #all elite wrestling imagines #aew hook #aew hook imagine #aew hook x reader #eddie kingston #eddie kingston x reader #eddie kingston imagine #ricky starks #ricky starks x reader #ricky starks imagine #kenny omega #kenny omega imagine #kenny omega x reader #orange cassidy #orange cassidy x reader #orange cassidy imagine #aew mjf #mjf x reader #mjf imagine #maxwell jacob friedman #christian cage #christian cage x reader #christian cage imagine

[arueternity]

Rituals and Bones

OC! Vessel X GN! Reader NSFW MDNI Quick reminder guys this is my version of Vessel and the boys, none of this is canon unless you're talking about MY (AruEternity's) LORE!

Tags: Smut, Vessel x reader, blood play, major character death, domestic violence, fucking in the woods, choking, ritualistic sex... if there's more please tell me

It was dark, but not the kind where it was difficult to see where you were going. No, it was the type where trees soared high and blocked most of the light struggling to filter through, making the atmosphere eerie, yet peaceful. The weather was perfect for your adventure of hiking through the woods. It allowed for it just to be warm enough that you didn’t freeze but just cool enough that you weren’t sweating too badly. 

You have never been in these woods before, hearing about them from a friend of a friend. She had said that there was a beautiful opening much deeper in the forest, where the trees parted and gave away to a small little pond. “The most peaceful place,” the girl had said as she gave you the directions.

Of course, it was a peaceful place once you had reached the big entrance to the circle. The trees gave way just like she had said, the birds chirped beautifully as the local deer stayed in the tree line. What you hadn’t expected was a man kneeling down in front of the pond.

He seemed to be wearing ritual-like clothing, almost as though you had interrupted a beautiful moment between him and some type of witchy moment of his. The man seemed to have a mask placed next to him as well, noticing the red and white flowers crawling up to the three sets of eyes staring up at the sky from where it lay. 

You accidentally step on a stick while trying to turn around to leave the male in his own peace. He quickly turned around, half expecting it to be a deer but instead, he is met with your curious eyes. Your body freezes as you put on your best smile, awkward as it may be you did your best to make sure the male understood you were no threat to him.

“H-hello?” You cringe at your timid voice, clearing your throat before trying again, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt you.” 

The male shakes his head and moves to stand, subconsciously reaching for the mask before he stops, fingers seemingly itching to grab at the item. He brushes back his dark hair, the length reaching just above his shoulder. To you the man seemed beautiful, almost too perfect to say the least. 

He shakes his head and offers you to come over by waving his hand in front of him in an elegant manner. “No you’re okay don’t worry.” 

You sigh internally happy that the male wasn’t too upset with you. As you sit closer to take in the surroundings once again, the light darkening just softly, just enough so the grove wasn’t too hot and or sunshiny. 

“Again I’m sorry for interrupting whatever you were doing..” You trail off yet again as you got closer to the beautiful man. With a hand reaching out offering up a greeting, you spoke happily. 

“My name is,” He pauses to stop slightly, before smiling at you, flashing a handsome white smile, “Elliot.” 

He takes your hand in his and instead of shaking it, he leans down and places a gentle kiss on top of your hand. You blush slightly from the interaction, weirded out but also now even more curious about this strange gentleman in the woods. Elliot lets go of your hand and walks around the pond, looking into it as though he was looking at the most amazing thing in the world. Though you can agree it is beautiful, the lily pads that had grown cover the top hiding away the fish. The tall lush flower in the middle hold home to many tiny insects that almost cutely look at you as you step closer.

You sigh softly at the amazement of the tiny fish that dance around the pond. It really was a beautiful place just like your friend had said. The man looks up at you, catching your glaze in the process, he smiles softly yet again before he begins to speak of a weird god named Sleep. “You know it’s not often many people come here nowadays,” He pauses to add a dramatic effect like you would in a speech, “It seems almost everyone has forgotten about the lovely pond I use to worship.” 

You tilt your head in confusion but motion for him to continue his spill, almost creepily wanting to drink up everything the male says. “Its so peaceful here I can almost hear Sleep whispering to me, ‘Go do great my child.’” Elliot laughs softly and shakes his head, looking at you with so much peace and joy in his heart that you can’t help but feel the same. You sit your bags down, ignoring the soft rattle of all the bones you had picked up along the journey. You didn’t know who this “Sleep” was but the way Elliot seemed to talk about him made you feel as though he was safety and joy, calm and protection. 

“So Sleep talks to you how?” You ask while sitting down near the edge of the pond, watching as a fish swims curiously closer to you. It bobs its head as the male across the pond begins to speak with his praise. “Through my mind, the cards, my resting time, Sleep he is everywhere…” He preaches softly, looking at you to make sure you were paying attention. When he notices you staring at the fish in the pond the beautiful face turns sour, brows knitting together with a curl of his lip. He takes a quiet deep breath and replaces the face with a much more welcoming one before you could even notice.

You look up and smile softly at the other, eyes full of wonder as you question and listen. “So Sleep is a god? He’s all-powerful and knows everything?” 

At your question, Elliot’s face lights up and he smiles brightly showing off his beautiful fang-like k-9 teeth, something you had not caught before. It doesn’t bother you at all, in fact, you find yourself wanting to stare at him more and more.  

“Of course, my lo- My Sleep is a god! He is the greatest god we know of, except for you, my dear…” He purrs the last part, almost inhumanly, the way his words rolled off his tongue entices you to listen in. You hum softly in acknowledgment, listening further in as he details how great Sleep is. Slowly as he talks the sky begins to turn dark, the crickets now chirping their songs instead of the birds, the deer running off to find a safe place for the night. The trees going eerie with how dark it had gotten, their branches seemingly losing their leaves to the cloak of the night. The fog rolls in, covering your lap and Elliot’s feet, the hooting of an owl breaking the trance you both were in. “Oh, its night time…” You mumble and look at your phone, just now noticing you had no battery after it having been on the whole day.

Elliot looks down at you, noticing your slight worry, and smiles softly, the perfect timing. “Are you going to need help getting to a safe place my dear?” He asks softly, coming closer to you after picking up his mask and putting it on. You nod your head and begin to stand, brushing off the grass from the bottom of your pants. With a sigh, you grab your backpack full of your collection and sling it over your shoulder once again. “Definitely, I’ve never been here before..”

The male nods and waves for you to follow him, normally you would have not but after spending the whole day with the strange male, you felt oddly at ease and comfortable with following him. 

The two of you walk to a small cave that clearly has been used, a small burnt-out campfire with a small blanket laid on the ground. You look at it strangely but brush it off assuming since Elliot has been here before this must be his mess. 

“I’m sorry it's not much it’s just all I can find in quick notice,” He says softly, almost as though he was upset he couldn’t bring you to a better place

You shrug and sit down on the little blanket, brushing off any dirt that may have made its way onto you. With a sigh he sits down the opposite of you, looking at you up and down, taking in your features yet again. Elliot hums softly and works to start the fire again, pulling a lighter out of his pocket and sorting through the old but unburnt wood. His voice echoing through the small cave in a beautiful wave, filling you with yet again burst of energy and peace.

“So how does one worship Sleep… I want to know so I can.” You casually bring up while running and hand through your hair, watching as Elliot slowly looks up at you with curious bright eyes. He stops humming, those bright blue eyes turning to look into yours, his smile bright yet again as though he was prepared to hear the question come from your mouth. 

Different gods had always excited you, bringing a new wave of curiosity as you researched them. You had known almost all the gods that the average library and a quick but in-depth Google search would allow you, so learning about such a god that is worshipped so heavily by this man seemed perfect. 

Elliot looks at you with wonder and smiles happily, ready to launch himself into the detailed worship rituals for Sleep. “There’s many my dear, many such as chants in other tongues, sacrifices of bones that are harvested from your own kill, complex rituals, the list goes on. I can detail some of them for you if you’d like.” You shake your head no, understanding that this wouldn’t be as easy as you had originally thought. Believing that maybe it was as simple as taking a nap and reciting a few words beforehand seeing as the name of the god was Sleep after all. “Is there not any that we can do now?” You ask leaning closer to Elliot, getting lost in those eyes that held the blue Atlantic in them.

He chuckles lightly, a blush slowly forming from his neck up to his ears, he turns nervously looking around the cave taking in its beautiful details. He began mumbling softly, avoiding your question, not prepared to answer it truthfully. 

With a head tilt, you reach out to Elliot, gently touching at his knee trying to pull his attention back to you and your question. The male jumps at the touch causing you to pull your hand away from him, not wanting to cross any type of boundary there may be.  The dark-haired man sighs softly, clearing his throat before looking back at you, the blush now slowly fading. 

“Well, there is another way…” You nod urging for him to continue, “I can show you but I would need your consent to touch you first my dear.”

You thought for a second, allowing the words of the other to mix together to form a sentence. Elliot was talking about sex, a practice of worshipping through combining two bodies. This wasn’t abnormal for most gods, any believing sex and intercourse to be a high form of worship. In fact, you have done things that were more out there then something as simple as having sex with someone.

With a soft hum, you look Elliot in the eyes, smirking seductively as you whisper just loud enough he could hear you, ‘I give you my consent Elliot…” 

He clears his throat at hearing this, standing up to his full 6’2 height, towering over your sitting form. He crouches down closer to you, getting in your face, brushing his nose against yours. “Good pet…” He whispers softly before kissing you passionately, spreading your legs as you return the kiss with a soft moan at the intensity. He pushes your legs over his hips, gently guiding you to lay down flat against the blanket, his hips now flush with your own. 

He wraps his hand around your throat, lightly resting it there as he nips at your lip, drawing a gasp from you, allowing him access to your mouth. Elliot licks into your mouth before pulling away leaving a string of spit between the two of you. You whine softly reaching for him, pulling him down by the edges of his long jacket, kissing him again, drawing it out much longer. 

Your hips buck up against his as he slowly trails the kisses down from your lips to your neck, there he bites softly, bruising a hickey into your skin. Your face, warm as the blush travels upwards, a soft moan leaving your mouth as Elliot uses his mouth on your hip. 

“So good underneath me…” He whispers in your ear after leaning back, kisses it softly before moving back to pull at your shirt, looking at you for permission to continue. You give him a small nod, putting your arms up helping aid him in getting the offensive shirt off. He groans so lowly it can only be described as a growl at the sight of your skin, so smooth as ready for him to litter with marks of his own. 

Elliot takes off his jacket, necklaces still on hitting the smooth skin of his pecks and stomach, your mouth watering slightly at the sight now that you were truly able to look disrespectfully. Wanting to trace your tongue over the muscles of the other’s stomach, you lean forward, tracing your hand over his flexing stomach.

He flinches softly but groans lowly in the back of his throat, enjoying the touch of you to his skin. He grabs your hand and moves it closer to his semi-hard cock, sex twitching in your hand as your own begins to scream for attention. You whine softly and squeeze, palming it gently in your palm, bringing the male to a full hard-on. 

With a soft sigh, you lean back against the blanket, arching your back and spreading your legs to grab the other’s attention. Elliot moves forward, grabbing at your pants and underwear, looking at you for permission to take them off with slightly shaking hands. You give him a pleading look before pushing your hips up, allowing for him to quickly pull them down, exposing your needy sex.

You moan into the cave, your voice echoing due to the cold air lapping at your need. Elliot laughs softly and kisses your stomach, looking up at you with hooded lust-filled eyes, “Darling you’re so needy for me already.” 

He kisses further down to your hip, to your thighs then finally reaching the spot you wanted it the most. He teasingly blows the cold night air against your entrance before sitting up with a smile on his face. You whine as he pulls away, wanting him to give you exactly what you need, knowing that the man probably could pick you apart so easily. Spreading your legs further you bat your eyes up at Elliot, pleads falling from your kissed red lips, “Please please oh god please…” Elliot only chuckles softly, and shakes his head, “There is no god here but Sleep my love.” He purrs gently, reaching down to brush two of his fingers against your lips, pushing them past them into your mouth. You moan around the digits, licking and sucking on them as you would if it were to be his cock.

“That’s enough…” He growls out, slipping his fingers out of your mouth, moving them closer to your entrance. The man rubs them around your hole, wetting it before pushing one finger in slowly, carefully to make sure you are not hurting. He looks at your pleasure-filled face, your hips pushing down against the intrusion, needing and wanting more than what he is giving you. You sigh softly and wiggle your hips down further, signaling to him that it was okay.

Elliot slowly pulls his finger out, pushing it back in at a slow but steady pace, stretching the cute hole of yours, all for him to break and use it. He sighs softly, palming his own cock at the sight in front of him. 

You push your hips down one more time and whine loudly as he hips the little bundle of nerves inside of you by accident. The other smiles widely before leaning down and spitting at your entrance, slipping in another finger to prepare you.

It wasn’t long before he was fucking you roughly with his fingers, pushing them in and out while spreading them to stretch you perfectly for his cock. Every inward thrust was an attack on your sweet spot, rubbing and playing with it as though he had nothing better to do. Your whines and whimpers of pleasure growing louder the closer you get.

Everything was wet, ready, and needy for Elliot to touch, but he purposely ignored you, focusing on spreading out your already prepared hole. “Elliot, please.. For the love of everything fuck me!” You snap, sitting up on your elbows to look at the other. 

That is when you take note of his actions, his cock was beautifully on display for you, glistening with precum that had dripped down his shaft as he played with his balls. He looks up at you as though he had been caught, caught doing something he shouldn’t have. Elliot whines softly before getting closer to you, pushing you to lie flat.

He edges closer to you, pulling his fingers out and wiping the wetness onto his cock, groaning lowly in his throat at the sensitive touch. The beautiful eyes from before look at you, almost pleading as he whines the tip of his cock up with your entrance, staring into your eyes, asking for permission to push in. 

“Please… Come on you can fuck me good~” You moan out softly, trying to entice the worshipper. He takes a deep breath in through his nose, holds it, and pushes inside of you.

The two of you both moan softly at the spark of pleasure, bodies growing even warmer as he stops to look down at where you are connected. He laughs in pleasure, a hand grabbing at your hip to hold you down as he pushes halfway in. You whimper softly, covering your mouth to hide the pleasurable pain from the stretch. Looking up at him with eyes full of lust as he thrust the rest of his cock in, filling you nicely. 

Elliot stays still for a second, allowing you to readjust to his girth, smiling softly at the soft pleasured moans escaping your mouth. He leans down close to your ear, nipping at it softly while whispering sweet praises, “Taking me so well love…”

The pace starts slow, his hips pulling his wet cock out before he plunges it back inside of you, shots of pleasure running up your spine. You move your hand to wrap around his back, digging and clawing your way into his back, marking him up as yours. A soft whine escapes your mouth as he angles his hips to slowly but deeply pound into your sweet spot. 

You moan loudly, the wet noises of your entrance squishing around his cock, taking him in so deeply. Whimpering softly you push your hips down, trying to buck up to quicken the pace. The grip on your hips tightens, pushing your hips to the ground keeping you from moving, keeping you from speeding up the achingly slow pace. 

“What’s wrong pet? Can’t handle it slow? But you’re handling my cock buried inside of you” He teases in your ear, nipping and licking at it slowly, kissing down from your ear to your jaw. He leaves small hickies here and there, bruising you as his as you had him.

Elliot bites down roughly on your shoulder blade, teeth sinking into the skin as his cock slows down to a barely moving pace. The bite slowly starts to ooze blood causing your eyes to roll back in pleasure due to the unexpected pain. He chuckles as he pulls back to lap at the blood now making its way down your shoulder.

You whine moving your hips, trying to push the other to move again. He takes the hint and picks up the pace, fucking into your hole with a much rougher pace than before. Elliot chuckles softly and tilts his head at you, smiling with those sharp fang-like teeth. “You tasted so fucking good darling…”

With your eyes rolling back, you arch your back in pleasure feeling as the male above you pounds into your sweet spot again, drilling you and filling you full all at the same time.

The wet sounds of your entrance sucking him in further echo through the cave, his and your moans mixing together into a sweet melody. Elliot softly groaning in pleasure, eyes closed as he leans down into your shoulder, licking at the bite mark again, trying to draw more blood from it. You whimper as you feel your orgasm getting closer and closer, the pounding of the cock inside of you making your insides quiver. Just as you were about to reach your peak, panting with short “ah”s as he pounded into you, Elliot forcefully wraps a hand around your throat, squeezing tightly as he continued chasing his own pleasure.

A pathetic whimper leaves your mouth as the pressure around your throat slowly increases to a point of worry. You try tapping at the male’s arm, signaling for him to let go, but he refuses, giving you a soft almost lovingly smile as the world around you begins to look spotty. Your head begins to feel fuzzy, the dark black spots during into you slowly losing the last bit of air in your lungs. Darkness taking over as you feel Elliot still moving inside of you.

When you wake you feel the heaviness of your body, everything hurting as though you had been dragged from hell and earth again. Voices, there were so many voices to be heard, talking as though they were pleading and begging for someone. 

“Vessel, please! I want first dibs!” A voice whines loudly, causing your ears to ring at how thick and loud the accent was. You tried moving your head to look at the source of the sound, but your head was heavy with fog from losing oxygen. A soft whine leaves your throat, no one picking up on it due to the arguing from another voice.

“You always ask for first dibs III, it's my turn now.” Another softer voice argues back, keeping a calm tone but with an edge of irritation.

Someone clears their throat and all of the voices stop, everyone seems to hold respect for the person, “I decide who goes first, I think our lovely IV deserves first for once.” That voice, you knew that voice, it was Elliot, the same man who choked you to the point of passing out during a “ritual” for his god he seemed to worship. 

Finally, you were able to look up, opening your blurry eyes to see that you were being held by someone, the final person who didn’t seem to be speaking at all. And there stood Elliot, wearing the same red and white floral mask you had seen from before. But now the male seemed to be holding power, the way he stands shows he was relaxed but also in control of the situation. 

He notices you are awake, slowly walking closer to you, you attempt to struggle out of the 4th person’s arms, struggling with all of your might but failing miserably due to him being stronger than you. Elliot looks down at you, taking note of the bruising around your neck, finding it turning a deep purple and black from where his hand had wrapped tightly. “Looks like the sacrifice finally awoke,” He says loud enough for everyone to hear, he grabs your face and lifts it up, making it so you are forced to look around you.

There stood two other masked men, their faces covered by a black material that had a symbol painted on, the same damn symbol on Elliot’s mask. 

One of these masked men stood at an impressive 6’4 in height, his bright blue eyes staring down at you in a creepy excitement, something no one should have to see. The other stood much shorter than the rest of them, standing at an almost cute height of 5’6.

The leader of the group, Elliot now deemed Vessel, grabbed you by the shirt, lifting you up a little bit taller so your feet were dangling off the ground. He stared at you for a second before gently petting your chest. You cringed and kept quiet to hopefully be able to survive whatever was going to happen.

Vessel glares at the one behind you, still holding your hands to your hand so you couldn’t escape even if you struggled more. The hand on your chest began to push and push, taking your breath away as you silently screamed. The pain growing heavier and deeper as the tears fall down your eyes, your feet kicked in the air as you tried your best to get away from the pain. Sadly you weren’t able to, feeling the deep crack of your bones in your chest, they gave way to the pressure of Vessel’s hand.

The deep red blood of your blood coats Elliot’s hand, your chest ached as his hand dove deeper and deeper inside of you. You screamed loudly, begging for him to stop slowly losing consciousness yet again, this time you didn’t wake up. Once Elliot had reached through your chest, he dug around searching for the right organ, the heart. The others sit back and watch as your body falls limp, no longer having any resistance. II, the shorter one perks up, eyeing the organ in his leader’s hand, craving the delicious taste of blood straight from the heart. 

Vessel takes your heart, biting into it, chewing and swallowing the fleshy still slowly beating heart. He hums in delight when IV shifts around, looking at him with needy eyes. The red and white masked man grabbed your heart, sipping the blood as it spills from it, grabbing the man that had been holding you up. He carefully pulls the other’s mask up and watches as he opens his mouth. IV staring between Vessel and your body, opening his mouth for the other.

The leader of the cult spits the blood into the 4th vessel’s mouth, watching as his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. IV hums softly, bowing his head as he lets go of your body, dropping you to the cold forest floor. Your body hit with a thump, going limply everywhere, with blood and bits of bone messing up Vessel’s body paint.

After he finished spitting into IV’s mouth, he walked over to II, the shorter looking up at Vessel with a tired but eager expression, loving the moments of blood sacrifices. II sighs softly and pulls up his mask, reaching up and grabbing lovingly at Vessel’s cloak. The taller laughs softly and leans down, pecking II on the lips before slipping his tongue into the other’s mouth, letting the blood spill into his mouth. The drummer moans softly and swallows the blood, pulling away from Vessel to look over at IV who was now staring back at him. Creepy. 

III, the tallest masked member bounces back and forth on his heels, ready to get on his knees for the other when it was his turn. Vessel, slowly turning away from II, turns to III rolling his eyes with a soft but bloody smile. He bites into the heart again, getting more blood to fill his mouth, walking over to the taller. III kneels quickly, wrapping his arms around Vessel’s legs, pulling him closer with a pathetic needy expression. He whines softly and lets Elliot lift his mask up, your blood still being held inside of his mouth, growing colder than it was supposed to be.  Vessel leans down and looks at III’s beautiful blue eyes, forcing the other to open his mouth, leaning down even further to spit the blood into his mouth, letting the thick liquid coat his throat happily. The singer pulls away from III and stands in the middle of the circle, bowing his hand and clasping his hands together, praying.

All at once, all four of the vessels hear a loud booming voice in their heads, growing antsy with the anxiety that comes with it.

“Good job my vessels. We will rise soon”

#sleep token #sleep token ii #sleep token iii #sleep token iv #sleep token vessel #imagine #x reader #headcanon #sleep token x reader #sleep token band #sleep token worship #oc x reader #original character #vessel x reader #vessel #vessel sleep token #sleep token smut #smut

[randomperson3736]

What have I done to you?

Paring(s): Luke Alvez x wife! Reader

Genre: angst

Warning(s): Pills, death, miscarriage, cheating, crying, pregnancy, talk about making love

Word bank: Y/N- your name

Notes: Guess who back with another sad imagineeeeee.... that's right it's me 😶✌️ but yea anwayyy, I'll be done with some of the requests soon I've just been a little busy with school and that but I'll make sure to finish them soon. and I also know that Luke would never do these things like he has in this imagine.

You and Luke had been married for almost 2 years now. He helped you through everything. You did the same for him. Keeping each other grounded through all the hardships. Til one day.

Luke came home later then usual. He said he was out drinking with the team, to celebrate a successful case. But you weren't stupid. You saw it, uder his shirt was a trail of lip stick marks all along his neck. He also smelled of women's perfume, but being the loving self you are, you didn't bring it up.

You put yourself through torture knowing he was cheating on you. But you couldn't lose him... you care too much. That's when you got the courage to ask. "Umm... Luke-?" You tilt your head. "Yes, Y/N?" He turned his head,looking at you with the softest gaze...

He looked so innocent.

"What- is that...?" You pointed to his neck. You watched his face go pale. "U-uhm... don't- worry about it... it's just a bruise-" He muttered, turning away. "Ok" You reply bluntly... leaving him on read in real life. Walking away.

You went to the room you shared and sat on the bed. Why...? You thought. Maybe it's just a mistake... After this incident things got a lot worse. He grew distant... so did you. Although he would come back from cases and he would be "hungry" in other words.

You didn't necessarily want to make love when your married was unstable. But you did it just for him. Around a month later you found yourself carrying his child. How do I tell him...?

Then one day, he came home, and you were supposed to be asleep... That's why you knew he had brought another women inside. you heard her voice, how she spoke to him and how he spoke to her, hearing their lustful and pleasureful groans from another room. It practically made you gag.

You closed your eyes, holding your stomach. Even if you didn't want the baby to be his... it was yours to keep. A little light that would soon appear or so you thought.

Nearing a week after Luke and his mistress showed love to one another you had a horrible and unbearable pain in your abdomen. Running to the bathroom where you'd stay for the next 10 hours. Your little light went out. The burden of a miscarriage crushed you.

"Y/N?... where are you...?" Luke spoke. You were in pain, covered in blood. The bathroom doorknob jiggled, hearing him outside the door. "Y/N...? Mi amor are you okay?" Then you snapped. "Don't call me that..." You mutter. "Wh- call you what...?" His voice sounded so confusion as he spoke. "I'm not your-"Mi amor" am I?" No response.

You heard him pull out the key and unlocked the door with it. His eyes widening when he saw you. Your hands, your arms... feet, legs- everything was covered in blood. A small shoebox in the corner of the room wrapped neatly. "Wha- What... why are you- why is that-..." He couldn't even speak.

"I had a miscarriage" You spat out, blandly. "Not that you'd care. You have someone else..." He paused, looking at you with a blank stare before turning and walking out. Showing just how much he cared.

As time went on you and Luke fought more, and he used you for his pleasure. Like a toy... Til one evening... "Y/N where the hell are you?" He spat, storming through the home you both shared. The home you brought when you were happy.

"Y/N if you don't come out right now-" He stopped dead in his tracks. You were on the bathroom floor again. But this time it was different. You weren't breathing... and you were cold. Your skin was pale as your dull gaze fell on the tile floor.

Tears welled in his eyes knowing what he had just lost due to his own stupidity. "No... no, no, no..." He crouched beside you, cradling your body. And he knew how it happened. The bottle of pills lying in your hand. Your mouth was covered in saliva. Showing you had foamed at the mouth. You died alone... scared and in pain. He knew that.

"What have I done to you...?"

#fyp #x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #luke alvez #luke alvez imagine #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez x wife reader #criminal minds luke alvez

[amethyyst]

Tw: blood, injury

The forest was unbelievably quiet. Villain could hear the dried leaves crunch under their bare feet. They stumbled over a root, which was sticking out of the dirt.

Almost there.

They could hear the rumbling of a car, somewhere far away in front of them. They were on the right path. They just had to hope they wouldn’t get shot when the guards of supervillains base noticed them.

Panting from exhaustion, Villain allowed themselves to lean against a tree for a moment.

Just a moment. They needed to go.

The bloody wounds on their leg and arm made them dizzy, even though the pain was long gone. Left were only dark wet spots on thin ripped clothing and the bloody trail they left behind. The red liquid from their thigh ran down their leg and soaked into the leaves.

They carefully rested their head on the tree trunk, ignoring the roughness of the bark.

Just a little further.

Almost there.

Almost.

…

They couldn’t remember getting to the forests edge of how they had collapsed. It wad all blurry.

When they woke up, they felt nothing. Had they died?

They cracked an eye open, immediately getting dizzy. They were also aware of the headache now, pounding like if someone was hammering a nail into wood.

Somewhere, someone was talking, a deep voice asking a question. A light voice answered, louder and nearer.

The medics blonde hair fell into their vision, her mouth opening and closing, talking.

To them? Or to the other person in the room?

Medic turned her head around, then stepped back. “…areful.”

“Yeah…now.” The deep voice answered.

Villain tilted their head and tried opening their other eye, but failed.

“..hear me? Are…alright?”

A different head came into the picture, a clearer and much more familiar one.

Supervillain.

“Villain? Do you hear me?”

“Yeah,” they tried to answer, but it was only a breath, barely audible.

“Good.” Supervillain leaned back, looking away. “Keep me updated.”

“Of course, Sir.”

The criminal stepped away just as Villain begann to drift off again. Medic stood over him, hand pressed over their forehead, mumbling to herself about lacking supplies and assistance.

…

Days passed, but due to Medics healing abilities, Villain was feeling much better already. Their wounds were sewn and bandaged. They were able to eat on their own again, but still weren’t allowed to leave the bed.

No matter.

Supervillain hadn’t stopped by again, and if they had then when Villain had been asleep.

“Your leg should be fine soon,” Medic said as she came into the room one morning, curly hair tied back in a ponytail. “It’s not going to be perfect, and it will hurt, at least in the beginning. I’ll allow you to leave, but only if you promise not to overwork yourself and avoid physical activities as much as possible.”

“Of course.” Their voice was still hoarse and their throat hurt when they talked, but Villain couldn’t keep sitting in this bed for any longer. “I promise.”

“Okay, great.” She said as she turned around. “Supervillain wants to see you in his office.”

“Thanks.”

“No big deal. It’s my job.”

It was the first time Villain walked down this hall and their stomach twisted. They had dreaded this moment.

They didn’t belong here. They should be back at Base A, with Other Supervillain, doing their job as they were told.

But they couldn’t handle the pressure. They had failed.

Coming to Supervillains base had been the only option, but boa they were starting to regret their choice.

When they arrives at the office, the two henchman swung the large doors open to let them enter.

And so, Villain did, on shaky legs and their guard up. They were in no shape to fight, especially not with their eye not opening properly and their limbs hurting.

Supervillain leaned back as the doors closed, crossing his arms.

Villain gulped and sucked in a shaky breath, but before they could speak, Supervillain did.

“So tell me, what are you, a villain from a rival organization, doing half dead in my territory?”

#writing #villain x villain #villain x supervillain #writing community #villain #no proofreading #because l’m tired #and i never proofread so who cares #idk how to tag this byere #whump? #i cant come up with a title :( #amyy06

[arecaceae175]

hi! I’m just popping in to say that you’ve inspired me a lot to write my own things, especially making wild autistic >:) your writing always makes me happy to see and i read it over multiple times!

(Also, i end up happy stimming while reading authenticity- it’s amazing and that’s my main inspiration to write)

you can just ignore this! No pressure ^^

This... this is one of the greatest messages I have ever received probably. I am so honored and thankful that you're inspired by my stories. That makes me so so so so happy. I was happy stimming reading this message too hehe :). Thank you so much for sharing that with me.

AND! You inspired me to work on another chapter! So here :D

Summary: Wild feels bad. Sky and Twilight notice before he does. 1788 words, hurt/comfort.

Warnings: mild illness, wild gets close to a meltdown but doesn’t quite have a full blown meltdown, descriptions of overstimulation, descriptions of illness (still mild- just fever and body chills and aches and such)

“Wild?”

Wild flinched. He turned around to the source of the voice and found Sky looking at him with an expression Wild couldn’t figure out. Words didn’t feel like they would work, today, so Wild stared at Sky and waited for him to speak again. 

“We’re about to go. You ready?” Sky asked. 

It took a moment for the words to comprehend, long enough that Sky spoke again.

“Wild?”

Wild looked down at his supplies, neatly packed away in his bag and slate. Was he ready? Everything was packed, camp was broken down, and he had nothing else to do before they moved on for the day. 

Wild looked back up at Sky and nodded. Sky smiled and held out a hand. Wild stared at it.

“I can pull you up, if you want,” Sky said. 

Wild nodded again. His body felt heavy. That would be nice. He pulled his sleeve over his hand so he wouldn’t have to feel skin on skin then grabbed Sky’s outstretched palm. Sky pulled, and Wild found himself on his feet. He swayed slightly, but recovered before Sky noticed. Sky was still smiling at him. Wild tried to smile back. 

“Are you doing okay?” Sky asked. 

Wild nodded. He was fine to walk. He wouldn’t slow down the group. 

“Come on,” Sky said, and nodded his head toward the others. 

Warriors did a headcount, nodded to Time, and then they were on their way. Although Wild usually liked to be in the front of the group, and often ran side to side with Wind and Hyrule to explore along the path, he found himself lagging at the back. It was a struggle to move his legs, and he was trying to focus on keeping up. 

He could hear every step he made. He could hear the clinking of Time’s armor, Warriors’ sword against his shield, the charm on Four’s hat hitting his belt every so often, the bottles tied to Hyrule’s belt clinking together with every step. 

Wild felt the tension in his jaw and shoulders from how hard he was clenching his teeth. 

Today was an important travel day; they couldn’t afford to stop if they were going to make it to the next town in time. They were sent by the resident Zelda. So, Wild pulled up his hood, focused on his feet hitting the smooth dirt of the path, and kept walking. 

It worked for about an hour, Wild thought. He couldn’t be sure. The passing of time felt a little fuzzy. The world was reduced to his focus on his feet and the sounds of his brothers.

The steps were getting harder and the sounds were getting louder. The hood kept his face shaded, thankfully, but as the sun was rising the world was becoming too bright. His clothes were sticking to his skin and making it itch, and the usually comforting weight of his cloak was causing pinpricks of pain across his shoulders and back. 

Loud laughter rang out in front of him. It was too loud. It was too much.

Wild slammed his hands over his ears, screwed his eyes shut, and fell into a crouch. Everything was too much.

Wild rocked back and forth, weight moving from the balls of his feet to his heels. The skin to skin contact of his hands on his ears was hurting . He risked moving his hands to pull his sleeves over them. The few seconds of sound slammed into him as if it was a physical force. Wild slammed his hands back over his ears and shook his head, barely holding back tears. 

“Wild?”

Wild barely heard the voice. He shook his head. Please stop talking to me. 

The voice made more sounds. Wild shook his head again. He didn’t know what they were saying, he just wanted it to stop .  

Wild felt the heat of the sun fade slightly. The voice was repeating the same thing over and over, and Wild tried his best to focus on it. It wouldn’t stop, but maybe it would if he responded. 

“Can you hear me, Wild?” 

Wild nodded. The movement was jerky, but he hoped it would get the point across. There were less sounds, but the voice was still grating on his ears. 

“Good. Can you try opening your eyes?” 

Twilight. The voice was Twilight. If Twilight wanted him to open his eyes it must be important. Twilight would never make him do anything he didn’t need to.

With great effort, Wild pried open one eye. It was darker than he expected. Wild looked around and saw Twilight crouching next to him. Sky’s sailcloth was being held above them, blocking out most of the light. 

“Thanks, Cub,” Twilight said. Wild flinched at the sound of the s . It sent a spike of pain through his ear straight into his brain. 

“Sorry,” Twilight whispered. His voice was low, but it still made Wild uncomfortable. He didn’t want to be listening to a voice at all, right now.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong?” Twilight asked. 

What was wrong? The question felt like it was bouncing around his brain, making his head throb. Wild didn’t know. He felt tears gather in his eyes.

“Okay, that’s fine,” Twilight said, then frowned. “Your face is really flushed and pale. Are you sick?”

Wild’s thoughts stuttered to a halt. Was he sick? 

“Can I check for a fever? I’ll have to put my hand on your forehead,” Twilight said. 

Wild cringed away and shook his head. He didn’t want anything else touching him. 

“Please, cub? Just for a second,” Twilight said. 

Wild didn’t want anything touching him, but even more so, he didn’t want Twilight to be upset with him. If he was sick, he needed to know.

Reluctantly, Wild nodded. He shut his eyes again. Twilight’s clothes rustled as he shuffled closer. 

“Ready? Feeling now,” Twilight said. The back of Twilight’s hand touched Wild’s forehead, and it took every ounce of self control Wild had not to flinch away. 

Twilight gasped. “Wild, you’re burning up.” His hand moved to feel the sides of Wild’s forehead. The unexpected movement was too much. Wild jerked away and fell backwards. 

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” Twilight said. His clothes rustled again. 

“He has a fever. It feels pretty bad,” Twilight said. 

“We’ll stop here, then. Can the rest of you get camp set up?” Time said. 

Wild pressed his hands harder against his ears once everyone started moving. The shadows didn’t change, so whoever was holding the sailcloth must have stayed. 

“Cub, why didn’t you say anything?” Twilight asked. 

Wild felt his heart sink. They were never supposed to hide injuries, and Twilight thought he was hiding being sick. He didn’t know. He wanted the words to come out to tell Twilight he didn’t know, but they wouldn’t come out. The thought of Twilight being mad at him made tears gather in his eyes again, threatening to spill. Wild shook his head. 

“I’m sorry,” Wild choked out. 

“Wait, Twi,” Sky said. “Wild, did you know you were sick?"

Wild shook his head as a few tears leaked down his face. Now that he was aware, he felt awful. His head and joints throbbed, his fever was making him sweat enough for his clothes to stick to his skin but he was cold, too, his throat hurt, his stomach felt uneasy, and he felt the wrong sort of tired. 

Wild felt a blush creep across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. How had he not noticed he was sick? 

Twilight’s clothes made noise again. His voice was closer when he spoke.

“Oh, cub,” Twilight said softly. “It’s okay. We’re going to stop here, okay? Do you want help setting up your bedroll? I remember where the blankets go.”

Wild didn’t think he had enough energy to put together his bed even if he wanted to. He nodded as he slid his bag off his shoulders and handed the Sheikah Slate to Twilight. 

“I’ll set it up for you. Hyrule’s going to come down and try to figure out what you have, okay?” Twilight said. 

Wild shook his head. He didn’t want to answer any more questions. Everything felt bad, and trying to figure out what exactly felt bad sounded like an impossible task. 

“Wild-”

Wild shook his head harder, ignoring the way it increased the throbbing pain. He brought one hand up and sloppily signed no more questions.

Twilight hesitated. 

Please, Wild signed. He pried one eye open and made the motion again. 

Twilight sighed, and looked at something outside the confines of the sailcloth. 

“Okay. If you don’t feel any better tomorrow, we’ll have to. We need to make sure you’ll be okay,” Twilight said. 

“Wild, you’ll be fine, I’m sure of it,” Sky said. “It’s probably just a quick thing, Twi. I get them all the time.”

“Okay, okay, you’re right,” Twilight said. 

The voices were starting to hurt again. Wild curled tighter in on himself. 

Before he knew it, he heard the shuffling of fabric again. 

“Your bed’s ready,” Sky whispered. 

Wild peeled open his eyes and saw Twilight putting the finishing touches on his pile of blankets. Four, Legend, Wind, and Warriors were setting up the camp. The fire was close to Wild’s bed, but the rest of their things were farther away. Wild appreciated it; the less noise, the better, if he wanted to be able to sleep. 

He looked at the bed and willed his body to move. It really wasn’t that far away, but it felt like miles. 

“Need any help?” Time asked softly. 

Wild blinked. He didn’t know how to answer that. 

“How about you just try standing?” Sky asked. 

Wild nodded. Standing. He could stand. That was much easier than figuring out the steps to the complicated task of getting into his bed. 

Wild stood. He swayed slightly and heard blood rushing, but he stood. 

Sky moved the sailcloth out of the way, and Wild flinched at the bright sun. He pulled his hood down and closed the eye closest to the sun. 

“Now we can walk to the bed,” Twilight said. 

Wild nodded and moved his aching limbs towards his blankets. When he got there, he pulled the blankets down and settled into the bed himself in his usual spot. Brenda the Second was waiting on his pillow. He hugged Brenda the Second against his chest and pulled his softest blanket up over his mouth ro rub on the skin beneath his nose. 

“Get some rest, cub. We’ll handle dinner and make sure you get some fluids once you wake up,” Twilight said. 

Wild didn’t respond. He was already closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

#authenticity #linked universe #lu wild #lu twilight #lu sky #ace writes #tw: #illness #fever #tw illness #tw: illness

[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

Hi Rin ❤❤ I wanted to request a newt fic with a deaf reader and how he helps introduce them to the maze. I loved aitd and your newt fics are literally feeding my obsession rn thank you so much

Hello thank you so much for the ask!! Hope you like this fic <3

You're my favourite

Newt x deaf! gender neutral!reader

Set during tmr (movieverse) - reader comes right after Chuck, so just before Thomas

Notes: I want to preface this by saying that I myself am not deaf or HOH, and I only know a few basic signs. I've also done a little bit of research regarding how deaf people prefer to be treated and also how some of them can hear certain things. However my representation may not be accurate, so please let me know if anything needs to be changed!

Warnings: canon-typical violence (just Grievers and stuff), language

"Here it comes!" announces one of the boys as the sound of the Box echoes upwards.

There's a clang as it arrives, and Newt steps forward to open it and let the person out.

As he peers in he sees you, back pressed against one of the resource boxes and eyes darting everywhere until they settle on Newt.

"Hey, don't worry. You're safe," he reassures you, sticking his hand out to help you up.

You grab his arm and step out onto the grass, turning in a circle to take in the Maze and the grassy plain.

"Welcome to the Glade, Greenie," says Newt from beside you.

You don't acknowledge him, and he assumes you're just overwhelmed, as everyone is when the first arrive.

"Alright, everyone back to their jobs," says Alby, clapping his hands together. "Okay new guy, here's how it goes. Newt's gonna give you the tour, and then over the next few days one of our Keepers 'll pick you for a job."

You're still facing away from Alby and Newt, staring out at the Maze.

"Hey," says Newt, gently touching your shoulder.

You turn to look at them, raising your eyebrows.

Newt and Alby exchange a glance. So far everyone in the Glade has spoken the same language. Maybe the Creators sent up someone who doesn't?

"Can you understand me?" asks Newt.

At your nod, he continues. "Right, so as Alby was saying earlier, I'm gonna do a tour, and-" he stops when you shake your head.

"I'm deaf," you sign. The sign is pretty self-explanatory, and you assume they'll get it. ...Apparently not.

They stare at you with confused expressions, and you huff out an exasperated breath. You point at your ears and shake your head.

"You can't hear," realises Newt.

You nod and sign "yes".

"Is that 'yes'?" he asks.

You smile and sign "yes" again.

"But you can understand us?" asks Alby.

You start signing for a second, then pause, frown, and look around for something. Then you make a writing motion. "They wanna write," says Newt. "The Map room."

"Oi, Alby!" someone calls.

"Shuck, I gotta go," says Alby. "Can you...?"

"Yeah, all good," responds Newt.

"Here, uh... follow me," says Newt, gesturing for you to come.

"So, you can lipread?" he asks, walking backwards so he can face you.

"Yes," you sign.

"And you can't speak?"

Your hands raise slightly, then drop. You mime writing again.

"Right." Newt nods and turns as you reach a hut. He opens the door and you follow him in.

"Hey Newt, what's up. Oh, hi Greenie."

"They're deaf," says Newt, rifling through the supplies for a pencil. "You have to face them so they can lipread."

You wave at the guy as he turns to you.

"Hey, I'm Minho," he says, giving you a grin.

Mino? You mouth, frowning slightly.

"Hang on," says the guy, turning to Newt.

"Here." Newt hands you a pencil and a piece of paper.

Names? You write, giving the paper back to Newt.

He writes Newt and points to himself, then Minho and points to him. Then he adds Alby and says "the guy from earlier".

You nod, and write My name?

"Oh, don't worry," reassures Newt. "It'll come back to you within a day or two. That's the one thing they let us keep."

"I see," you sign with one hand.

"Is that like... you get it?" asks Newt, gesturing at the hand you just signed with.

You give him a thumbs up, with a grin.

He huffs out a laugh and nods.

"What about speaking?" asks Newt, recalling what you wanted to write earlier.

You take back the paper and write I can, but I usually choose not to.

He nods. "That's all good. Alright, we better get going."

For the rest of the afternoon, Newt tours you around the Glade, explaining each of the jobs. You write down your questions and use understanding signs like "yes", and "I see", since they'll make sense even for people who don't know sign language.

Later, as the sky starts to darken, you hear a faint rumbling sound, accompanied by vibrations in the ground that you can feel all the way up to your chest.

You grab Newt's arm to get his attention, giving him a scared look.

What's that? you write quickly, pencil scribbling across the paper.

"You can hear that?" asks Newt, surprised.

"Yes, a little bit," you sign, hoping he'll understand.

"The Maze is closing," he explains, pointing to the walls.

You turn to look and see the massive walls slowly shutting. When they've closed, the rumbling in your chest stops.

When you turn back to Newt he's already talking again.

"Sorry, again?" you sign, raising your eyebrows.

"Oh, right. I forgot, sorry," he scrubs the back of his neck with a hand and sends you an apologetic look.

"It's okay," you sign. "Continue." You add a general 'continue' gesture when he doesn't get the sign.

"I was just saying that we should get to the bonfire soon," he says, pointing to where the other Gladers have started to gather.

"Let's go," you sign.

When it gets dark, you grab some food and go to sit beside Newt near the fire. He gives you a grin and starts pointing out each little group gathered around the bonfire.

You try to understand and laugh along as he cracks jokes about the people from different jobs, but it's hard to read lips in the dim firelight. Plus, it's been a pretty long day, and lipreading is really tiring.

You tap his shoulder and gesture to the notebook you've kept with you.

Can't lipread, too dark. Sorry.

You add a sad face after the 'sorry'.

Also don't always like crowds. I can hear but it's weird. Like it's just a lot of noise, no words or clear sounds. It's a little overwhelming. Sorry again.

His eyes flick up to yours when he finishes reading, and he shakes his head. He hesitates, then signs "it's okay" with an uncertain expression.

Your face splits into a wide grin and you let out a laugh, clasping his hands and squeezing them in a sort of yay motion that isn't a really sign but just conveying how you feel. It's just a simple sign, but it's still something.

He smiles with you and stands, gesturing for you to follow him. You leave the bonfire area and end up in the Homestead. There are torches lit with fire, and he pulls out an electrical flashlight too, clicking it on.

"This okay? You can understand me?" asks Newt.

You nod and give him a thumbs up.

Newt holds up a pack of cards. "Sometimes if we ask for stuff the Creators put it in the Box for the next month. I wonder if we can ask for a sign language booklet, like the herb book the Medjacks have..." he says thoughtfully.

You smile to yourself at his immediate willingness to learn sign. It's not an easy task to take up a whole new language.

"Anyway, we asked for games once, and surprisingly it worked. Wanna play?"

You smile, signing "yes".

You end up playing a bunch of different games throughout the night, both of you content with missing the party outside.

After you win your fourth game of Speed, with Newt rolling his eyes at your victorious grin, he starts tapping the table, looking at you in thought.

Then he leans forward. "Teach me sign."

You raise your eyebrows, then smile and agree. You grab your pencil as he packs the cards away.

Alphabet first, you write. And basic signs.

Teaching sign is slow, and you can feel yourself getting tired as the time passes.

In your peripheral vision, you see the Homestead door open, and you turn to look as Alby walks in.

"Oh, hey guys," he says. You can tell he's a little drunk from the messy way the words form. "You're still awake? Most of the guys are heading off now."

"Yeah, we better be getting to bed too," says Newt, facing you so you can understand him.

He walks you to where your hammock has been set up next to Chuck, who's already asleep.

Newt taps your arm before leaving. "Good night," he signs, with a smile lit by a nearby torch.

"Night," you respond. You reach out and pull him back as he turns to go. "Thank you," you sign.

He nods and steps away. He pauses a bit, looking at you in the dark, but then moves off to his own hammock.

⭒----⭒

You become a Runner. It's hard to convince Minho at first, cause he's worried you won't hear when the Maze is shifting, but you manage to show that the vibrations are more than reliable, and you can also hear the faint rumbling.

You get your name back on your second night, and you run to Newt as soon as you realise.

He's in the gardens with Zart, with the rest of the Gladers at dinner. There's no one near you can tap to ask them to call for Newt.

Screw it. "Newt!" you yell, waving excitedly.

His eyes snap up the moment he hears your voice. He says something to Zart before starting up the hill towards you.

You meet him halfway and throw your arms around him in a quick hug.

He blinks at you for a second, then fumbles to sign "What happened?"

"My name," you sign with a grin, hands flying. You spell it out. " Y/n."

His face breaks into a smile. "Y/n." You laugh as he repeats your name over and over, signing it too; in letters.

You tell Minho too, before your morning run. He grins at you, before signing "Not a Greenie anymore." The two of you had made up a sign for 'Greenie' the previous day.

Minho actually picked up sign really quick; like insanely fast. You think he might have some sort of photographic memory, or maybe just that he's strengthened his memory by working in the Maze.

Either way, it's great for you cause it'd be hard to bring out the notebook during a run.

You also notice that Newt's getting pretty good at sign, and he seems to know words that you haven't even taught him yet.

Unbeknownst to you, Newt's actually been taking lessons from Minho on top of what he learns from you. It had gone something like this:

"Come on, help me out. I'm falling behind mate. How are you getting it so fast?" Newt had just seen you and Minho having a full conversation in sign.

"Fine, fine, here's how to say 'I have a crush on you', " responded Minho with a grin.

"Oi, slim it," said Newt, pushing away Minho's raised hands. "Wait... why'd they teach you that?"

"I'm just messing with you man, I've got no clue how to say that. You'll have to ask them."

"No! It's not like that, I-"

"Then why were you asking?" asked Minho with a smirk.

"... shut up"

"Want me to finish your part?" asks Newt, hands signing confidently.

The Runners are remaking the Map sections out of sticks, and after a few hours your fingers are getting sore and stiff from building your section.

"Are you sure?" you sign.

"Just tell me the directions," he replies, pulling the sticks closer.

"Saviour," you sign, giving him a grateful smile. You point at him and then add another sign.

"What does that mean?" he asks.

You spell out saviour, then repeat the sign for it after.

He huffs out a laugh. "What about the one after?"

"You're my-" you spell out the word favourite, and then the proper sign. "You're my favourite."

He ducks his head, smiling.

You watch as he clears his throat, and gestures to you. "Directions?"

You flop back in your chair, head tipped back and signing without looking. "Left path at the next corner, but sometimes the Maze will shift and close it. So make another path to the right."

He nods and gives an "okay" sign.

You lift your head. "Wait, I didn't teach you directions, or any of those words really."

He bites his lip and... blushes?

"Fast learner," he signs quickly, looking away.

Then he looks behind you with a glare.

You turn to see what he's looking at and see Minho laughing from where he's working on his section.

You throw a stick at Minho to get his attention. He raises his hands, clearly trying to think of cursing signs, and just gives you the finger instead.

"What did you say?" you sign.

"I said-" he gives you the finger again.

You roll your eyes. "Just then, to Newt."

He shrugs and tosses the stick back at you.

You let out a frustrated huff and turn around, deciding to just forget it.

⭒----⭒

Soon a month had passed and the Box is comes up again.

Thomas quite literally tumbled headfirst into the Glade, and you meet him as Newt tours him around.

There's a little bitter feeling in your chest when you realise that Newt's kindness and affection towards you is probably just how he treats all the Greenies.

But you shake that feeling off, cause it's unfair, and there's no reason for Newt to look at you differently. There's no reason for you to want him to look at you differently.

You're running with Minho and Alby one afternoon, investigating a dead Griever Minho found.

You've split up, and you're just exploring your section when you suddenly feel thundering vibrations in the floor. A Griever?

You flick your gaze around, alarmed and scared.

You start running towards the meetup point and skid to a halt as you see Minho struggling to drag Alby.

"Minho!" you shout, forgoing signing for now.

"He's been Stung," pants Minho, looking up so you can lipread.

You duck under Alby's other arm and help Minho as you all stagger towards the home route.

The ground starts rumbling nearby.

You turn to Minho worriedly, and catch his mutter of "shit" as the wall at the end of your path starts to close.

His mouth moves fast and unintelligibly as he lets out what is probably a string of curses.

"Backup route," he signs messily with one hand, the other arm still gripping Alby.

You can hear so many walls shifting, telling you the final doors are about to close.

The noises thunder in your ears and you grit your teeth against the grating sounds, until you catch sight of the opening.

You see the Gladers are yelling and waving, and you zero in on Newt.

Come on, you tell yourself. But the walls are already closing. At the last second, Thomas sprints through, and the rumbling in the ground vanishes as the Maze shuts.

You collapse over, breathing heavily as you and Minho let Alby drop down. Minho turns to Thomas, saying something that you don't even bother trying to read.

It's over.

⭒----⭒

On the other side, Newt realised what Thomas was about to do a split second after he was already squeezing into the walls.

Then the walls slide shut with a final boom, locking out the people he loves most.

Newt falls to his knees at the walls, lifting a fist to slam into the stone before resting his forehead on it, breathing shakily.

"Newt." It's Chuck, reaching out a hesitant hand to place on Newt's shoulder.

"Chuck, just-" his voice is ragged, and he can already feel the salt streaming down his cheeks.

"Hey, Chuck." Frypan's voice speaks softly from somewhere on Newt's left. "Just give 'im some time."

Newt stays at the wall, frozen with his head bowed against the stone until Gally comes and forces him to go to bed.

"You can't do anything for them now."

He almost punches Gally.

⭒----⭒

The group gets split when a Griever arrives.

Thomas stays to try and pull Alby up, and you and Minho are separated when a wall slides between you.

So you're on your own.

You keep moving for what feels like at least a few hours. The Maze shifting patterns at night are different to how they are in the day, so you just try to map out your general area and direction in your head.

You shut down every part of your mind except the part that's focused on mapping and feeling for the Grievers' footsteps.

Your heart stops in your chest when you come across a Griever. Or... what used to be one. What the fuck?

It's completely squashed, remains spattered grossly across the ground and the walls on either side.

Thomas, you realise. Smart shank. He killed a Griever. Killed it.

You step tentatively closer, wincing at the sludge-y substance. You lean in to inspect a large mechanical piece of the Griever.

Okay. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself. This is gonna work.

You quickly drag some metallic pieces together to create a makeshift box big enough to fit in. You're gonna hide out for the night.

⭒----⭒

A rumbling wall wakes you up. Shuck, you didn't mean to fall asleep.

You peek out of your little spot and see daylight streaming into the Maze. Holy shit, you made it.

If it's morning, the walls should be shifting in the patterns you know.

You scramble up and start looking around, picturing the map in your mind.

⭒----⭒

The Maze doors open before you wake up.

"Told you Chuck, they're not coming back."

Any hope Newt had dies when the doors open and reveal the emptiness behind them.

The Runners will send out a scout team soon, but they won't be looking for living people. Newt's about to be sick.

"There!" shouts Chuck.

Newt's heartrate skyrockets as he sees Minho and Thomas, dragging Alby between them. Please, please.

He meets them at the entrance as the Medjacks pull Alby to the medical hut, and Newt yanks Minho into a tight hug.

"I thought you were dead," he says, hugging Thomas too.

As he pulls away from Thomas, he looks behind the two of them, and sees no one.

Newt swallows. "Where's Y/n?" he gazes at Minho desperately.

"We- we got split up at the start of the night. I'm sorry, Newt," says Minho, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder.

"No. Find them. They're alive." He pushes past Minho to walk straight into the Maze himself, only to be pulled back.

"Newt."

"Minho." He stares defiantly at Minho.

Minho sighs. "Look, I know. Just... give us a minute. We've been running from Grievers the whole night. We'll go soon."

⭒----⭒

They leave within half an hour, with Newt insisting that he come too. He steps foot in the Maze for the first time in... a long time.

"Y/n!" calls Thomas.

"They're deaf," snaps Newt. "That's not gonna do anything."

Minho gives Newt a warning look, then says "Newt's right, but they can still call for us, so listen out."

"We'll split up here," says Minho at an intersection. "These walls don't change for a bit so we'll be fine."

He sends Thomas down one way and pulls Newt down the other way.

"Newt." Minho stops walking and turns to talk.

"What," says Newt flatly.

"Listen, I'm just gonna be straight with you. I don't think it's good for you to be here."

Newt doesn't respond.

"We both know we're looking for a body," says Minho gently. "You don't wanna see that."

"I know. I just- I have to be here," Newt closes his eyes. "I can't wait back in the Glade for you to come back and tell me they're gone."

Minho shakes his head. "Fine, I can't force you to leave."

"Thank you, Minho," says Newt.

"Hey! Over here!" Thomas' voice calls from his section. Minho and Newt run back to him.

"Y/n was here," says Thomas, pointing to your hiding space.

"Split up. Look for them," orders Minho.

Newt catches his gaze. "Maybe," says Minho, hope sparking.

As he turns the corner, Newt hears a yell. It's you. You're calling for Minho and Thomas.

"I found them!" shouts Newt behind him, not bothering to wait for the others as he runs to you.

You turn, almost intuitively, and your face breaks into a relieved smile as you see Newt running towards you.

He throws his arms around you, and you can only laugh giddily as you realise you're safe, and it's all okay.

You can feel him shaking against you, and you feel the short puffs of air near your face from the words he probably can't help whispering fervently despite knowing that you can't hear them.

"I'm okay," you sign, reaching out to wipe the tears off his face.

You break away gently as Minho and Thomas appear behind Newt, and you run to them.

After hugging both of them, you turn back to Newt, who's looking at you like you're gonna disappear any second.

"Let's go back," you sign with a soft smile, taking his hand.

Raced my computer battery to finish this fic

I kinda want to write another part to this fic, so that'll be out soon.

Thank you for reading!

Update: Part 2 is now here

#the maze runner #tmr newt #newt x you #newt x reader #tmr newt x reader #my writing

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Ler!Akaashi x gn!reader

I've been feeling stressed with finals coming up and since I kin Bokuto's mood swings I decided to write some ler Akaashi to ease my soul huehehdhwjfh yes I am an Akaashi simp too

Also I'll most likely stick to writing their timeskip vers. bc Akaashi with glasses >>>>>

This is my first Haikyuu fic so I hope it goes well~

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Akaashi x gn!reader (romantic)

Lee: reader

Ler: Akaashi

Warnings: Tickles!

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"Ugh!!" You let out an exasperated groan, having just returned to your shared apartment after a long day of walking all over campus, leaving your legs and back aching. Not to mention the sudden rain, drenching you into looking like a wet puppy. You went to take a warm shower to try to de-stress. Coming out feeling a bit refreshed, wearing your comfiest pjs, but still tired. And the thought of the countless exams and projects you had coming up was enough to get your anxiety kicking up.

You sat down at the foot of the bed, trying to get your breathing back to normal, but no nice thought was enough to get you to fully calm down.

As if sent by an angel, you suddenly felt a warm pair of arms wrap around your middle and before you knew it, Akaashi pulled you onto his lap.

"It's okay, it's just me" he gave you a soft smile as he started rubbing soothing circles along your back. He took a few deep breaths along with you until your body eventually relaxed in his embrace. Once he saw you more at ease, he asked: "What's got you feeling like this, love?... If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine too". He gently grabbed your hand, softly rubbing his thumb along your knuckles for extra comfort.

You let out a deep sigh before speaking. "I just... feel so stressed with all the exams and projects piling up... I feel like I'm gonna go crazy" you let out a dry chuckle before sighing once again, leaning your head against his chest. The sound of Akaashi's heartbeat was enough to make you feel more at peace, but still, as your boyfriend, he prioritized your well-being and wouldn't stop until he knew you were feeling better.

"I know it's a lot, but you are capable of accomplishing whatever you set your mind to. And whenever you're struggling, I'll be there to help you back up".

You couldn't help the soft smile that formed on your lips at hearing his words. Akaashi had always been the supportive type, always there even at your lowest of moments.

He felt a bit relieved at seeing your little smile as he gently rocked you back and foward. "So, is there anything I can do to make you feel better? Get you a snack? Watch a movie together?... Maybe...~" his tone slowly shifted to a more playful one as he gently walked his fingers up your side, making you gasp and jolt from the touch. Your reaction only made Akaashi's grin go wider. "Would you like that?~" he knew how easily flustered you got simply by the word "tickle". Usually he'd use that against you but today decided to go easy on you. Of course you couldn't pass up such an offer, maybe laughing your worries away was all you needed for tonight, so you gave him a soft nod. Feeling too flustered to properly reply.

He gently layed you down along the bed, looming over you with a playful glint in his eyes. The giggles involuntarily bubbling out of your chest out of aniticipation of what's to come.

"Already laughing? I haven't even touched you yet" he let out a soft chuckle at your silly reaction before leaning in close to whisper into your ear. "Tell me when you've had enough".

Without saying anything else, his hands snuck under your shirt. His cold fingertips making contact against your warm stomach, causing you to jump at each touch "K-Keijihihi...!".

Akaashi could feel his heart flutter at the sight of you whinning out his name through your cute giggles, this only made him want to tickle you more. His short nails now softly scribbling along the sides of your tummy.

You involuntarily slapped your hands over your mouth, trying to muffle the embarrassing sounds that were pouring out of it. All while your body twitched and squirmed with each scribble.

"Hmm... have you gotten more ticklish?" he asked with his usual stoic-looking face, and yet the question was enough to make your face errupt on the spot.

"N-nohoho I hahahaven't!" you tried to defend yourself, but the cute giggles and snorts coming out were betraying you.

It took a lot of willpower for Akaashi to not laught from your reactions, but he managed to keep his composure. "Are you sure? You seem more wiggly than usual" he enphasized his point by giving a soft poke to your navel, causing you to want to jump out of your skin as you squeaked.

"You're juhust seeing thihihings!!" you reached out to weakly hold onto his wrists as his fingertips kept playfully teasing the small tickle spot under your shirt. You couldn't really do much to defend yourself in this situation, and it's not like you wanted to. But damn was it still flustering as heck!

At your words, Akaashi abruptly stopped the tickling. He then took off his glasses and cleaned them against his sleeve before putting them back on. "No no, you're definitely very squirmy tonight. I mean, just look at you when I do this—" as he said that, he gave your hips a squeeze, making you buck your hips as you let out a surprised screech.

"Okahahay I get it! I think that's enough for one night..." you softly chuckled as you catched your breath, except this time it was from laughing so much. "Umm... thanks for that" you said shyly, averting his gaze.

Akaashi's lips turned into a soft smirk as he gently held your chin to force you to look at him and before you could question him he leaned in for a tender kiss on your lips. Once he broke it off, you let out a deep breath you didn't realize you were holding. Smiling like a lovestruck fool the entire time. He couldn't help but smile back as he layed down next to you and held you closely. The both of you instantly drifting off to sleep with the purests of smiles.

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I didn't proofread, sorry not sorry

Also writing this made me realize how much I miss these boys 😢💖💖💖

#haikyuu #haikyuu tickle #tickle fic #haikyuu tickle fic #haikyuu x reader #keiji akaashi #x reader #akaashi x reader #ler!akaashi #lee!reader

[harlowcomehome]

“Divorced and happy.” PART THREE

A/N: Part one here. Part two here.

To say that, that conversation was devastating would be an understatement. You hardly remember the drive home, you just assumed it was awkward. You couldn’t begin to imagine how Adam felt, you wouldn’t have known how to react if you saw him in the arms of his ex, not only an ex but an ex spouse. Adam drove both you and Vanessa home that night, you don’t remember speaking at all, most of the aftershock was a blur.

You vaguely remembered watching Vanessa enter her home, but after that you were pretty much drawing a blank.

According to Samantha, Adam brought you inside and put you in bed, he let her know what happened that night. You cringed at the thought of him having to recall what he saw, you truthfully didn’t know what part of the conversation he even caught.

Understandably so, Adam decided to give you some space for the time being. Texting you ever so often to see if you needed anything, and occasionally bringing you something to eat but he usually didn’t stick around, which was good because you didn’t really want him to. Although, you were grateful a huge part of you was embarrassed.

The next few days or so were spent on your couch sulking when Reyna was at preschool. Nobody ever truly thought that Jack would come around, and you held your breath hoping that one day that he would, but he had some pretty terrible timing. You were frustrated because now it just felt calculated and a little too late.

It was the middle of the week now, you had just dropped Reyna off at preschool when you walked back into your apartment and saw Samantha standing there with a big grin and her keys in her hand.

“No Sam!” You groaned as you headed back to the couch. “You need to leave the house Y/N” she begged “or at least talk about how you’re feeling, come on! You’ve hardly said anything to me and it’s been days.”

“What else is there to say?” You shrugged trying your best to keep your composure.

“You know I know you better than anyone right?” she sat down next to you shooting you a look.

You wiped a tear that escaped you as you looked away from her.

“You also can’t keep avoiding Adam” she confessed and you knew in your gut that she was right.

“ I just don’t even know how to explain what happened. I mean did anything even really happen? Jack didn’t really say anything to me but I knew what he was trying to say…”you trailed off stopping yourself from getting emotional.

“You can cry Y/N, I’ve literally seen you go through everything especially with Jack. You don’t need to hold back” Samantha looked at you and you forced a smile back.

“I’m just so tired of crying over him” your voice shook. “ I’ve spent the last couple years of my life crying over him. I’m exhausted. I’m frustrated because he doesn’t get to decide to ask me those questions now. I’ve met a really good guy, I mean sure he can be a little boring but boring is okay sometimes right?“

Samantha laughed at your realization “Adam is a really nice guy though Y/N….”

You looked over at her and held back a laugh as she nodded “but yes, he’s a little bland.”

You looked at her with wide eyes “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THAT SOONER?”

Samantha laughed, before being silent for a moment, which surprised you, she was never one to be left speechless, so you looked at her confused.

“ I wouldn’t usually say this, but I feel like you owe it to yourself to hear what he has to say.”

You looked at her and felt her forehead, she looked at you weird for a moment.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure you don’t have a fever or something, because that’s the craziest shit you’ve ever said.”

She laughed “I feel like you need that closure conversation, and maybe you’d feel better.”

You nodded, sitting on the couch still deep in thought.

“Get ready, let’s go somewhere” Samantha tapped your leg so you’d stand up and you nodded, knowing you probably did need to get out of the house.

She wouldn’t tell you where you were going initially but once you started the drive you realized she was taking you to the lake you used to go to together all the time when you were pregnant with Reyna and a lot after she was born. “Remember this is the venting lake?” She laughed and you nodded “yeah, we haven’t been here in so long.”

You both got out of the car and sat on her hood, shortly after you were there for a while you noticed she was distracted by her phone. Before you could ask who she was texting a familiar car pulled up.

You went into a slight panic, Samantha noticed right away assuring you it was only Urban that was coming.

When he walked over to Samantha and gave her a kiss, you practically screamed.

“What the fuck?” The two of them looked at your expression and laughed.

“How long has this been going on?” You got off the hood of the car, staring at the both of them.

“Maybe a month?” Samantha laughed awkwardly, she wasn’t usually one to keep things from you.

“A MONTH?” You slapped her arm and laughed “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??”

You had always known that Samantha and Urban had a chemistry but the entire time you and Jack were together they were both never single at the same time, so a part of you was surprised and the other part of you was relieved.

Urban laughed “ We didn’t want to tell you until we were sure” he shrugged.

“Is this why you want me to talk to Jack?” You looked at Samantha wide eyed.

Urban looked over at her and then back at you “you told her to talk to him?”

Samantha shrugged “for closure.”

Urban didn’t say anything at all avoiding all eye contact with the both of you making both you and Samantha uneasy “oh god, what’s going on?” You asked hopeful he wouldn’t have much to say.

“He’s not in the best shape” Urban swallowed.

You raised an eyebrow at that “Urban, you can’t tell a half ass story.”

He shook his head “I mean, that’s my best friend. I can’t put him on blast like that.”

“He also cheated on me after I had our child. Do you remember that?” You looked at him knowing just how to make him feel guilty.

“Damn, you don’t fight fair” he shook his head.

“I think Sammie is right, I think now that you’ve both had some days to think about it that you should talk to him” Urban paused when he saw you looking at him holding back a laugh “what?”

“Sammie? You have nicknames?” You giggled.

Urban rolled his eyes “focus!”

“Yes sir” you laughed and he continued “ whether you two like it or not you’re going to have to deal with each other for the rest of Reynas life.”

You nodded “I know that Urb, but what do you expect me to do? ”

“Maybe when he picks Reyna up tomorrow you guys can talk” Samantha smiled, she could tell this conversation was overwhelming you. “Wanna take my car? Urb can take me home later” she smiled holding out her keys to you.

You reached for her keys “Oh you mean Urby? Urby bear?” You teased and they both laughed and you hugged them both goodbye before driving home.

On the way home you thought about the conversation you just had with Samantha and Urban, and also the fact that they were dating for an entire month and kept it a secret was crazy to you.

When you pulled up to your house you saw Adams car outside, which wasn’t all that surprising to you since he had been bringing you lunch ever so often but what you didn’t expect was for him to be visibility upset.

You got out of the car and saw him instantly get out of his, his face was flushed and he was obviously irritable.

“Hey babe” you greeted him and he walked up to you quickly “hi.”

“Where were you? I called you like three times.”

You pulled your phone out of your back pocket and saw three missed calls from Adam and surprisingly one missed call from Jack. You shoved your phone back in your pocket right away.

“I was out, are you okay?” You eyed him up and down noticing now how clearly bothered he was.

“Were you with him?”

“Him?” You gave him a confused look.

“Jack” he looked directly at you, you could sense the sadness in his eyes.

“No of course not, I was out with Samantha and Urban” you were trying your best not to be defensive knowing Adam had every right to be concerned but you definitely didn’t like the way he was approaching you.

“Let’s go inside?” You looked around at your neighborhood and Adam followed you inside.

When you got inside you both had a seat in the living room across from one another, Adam had softened a bit since being outside.

“I’m sorry” he sighed, “we just haven’t talked in a few days and I mean, I still don’t know what happened the other night.”

“I get it” you nodded. “I mean, I just don’t know where to start.” You could feel yourself getting overwhelmed already, but you knew that if the situation was reversed you’d want to know the details too.

“What am I supposed to think? I walked out and saw my girlfriend sobbing in the arms of her ex husband” he shrugged defeated, you could tell he had been stressing over this situation.

Before you could speak he interjected “before you tell me anything, do you want to be with him? ”

You felt slightly hurt that he even had to ask that, but at the same time you had been so brief about your past relationship with Jack that you couldn’t blame him for having so many questions.

“No Adam, I just…” you sighed and started going into the details of what happened the other night. Adam understandably had a lot of questions but asked only one “he cheated on you and thats why you got divorced?”

You nodded “well, it was a mixture of things but yeah I’d say that was pretty much what sealed the deal.”

“Why didn’t you tell me any of this before?” The look on his face was exactly why but you didn’t want to say that to him, the look of pity on his face sickened you.

“He’s the father of my child, and for that I’ll always have a level of respect for him just as a person” you shrugged “I didn’t want you to view him as some evil person, he’s Reynas dad and we were young” you shrugged again avoiding Adams gaze.

“If you’re old enough to get married and have a kid you’re old enough to know not to cheat on your spouse” Adam laughed, his tone came out sharp and you understood it but at the same time deep down you wanted to defend Jack for some reason.

Instead you just nodded, Adam could tell you were clearly upset by what he said.

“I didn’t mean to offend you Y/N” he walked over to you and held you.

You leaned your head against him “You’re right though.” You sighed looking up at Adam “why did you think I was out with him?”

Adam was embarrassed, his cheeks lit up immediately “ after the other night, and seeing how emotional you were I just got into my own head.”

“I haven’t spoken to him since that night” you assured him.

He looked down at his watch realizing he was going to be late going back to work “do you wanna have dinner tonight if you’re feeling up to it?”

You nodded “sounds good” and walked him to the door, opening it to see Jack pulling up to your house.

“What the fuck” you audibly reacted, feeling like the air had just been knocked out of your lungs.

“Haven’t talked to him since that night huh?” Adam looked annoyed, you realized he thought you were lying.

“I haven’t Adam” you said defensively.

“Why would he show up here knowing Reyna is at school?”

“Your guess is as good as mine” you sighed, slightly irritated at how accusatory Adam was being.

Jack got out of his car not noticing the two of you making your way toward him. The look on his face made it obvious to you that he hadn’t initially realized Adams car was there.

“Hey Reynas school called me, they needed her to bring something for show and tell today and I guess she forgot it.” You knew he was lying, but you appreciated the effort.

“You can’t just show up here without calling” Adam bucked defensively which surprised both you and Jack.

“Well, I called and nobody answered, it also pertains to my child….so” Jack laughed clearly annoy Adam, looking over at you for response.

You shot Adam a look, “I think after what happened the other night he should know better than to just show up here.”

Before you could respond Jack did.

“Do we have an issue?” Jack stepped toward Adam and Adam stepped forward too, it was clear to you neither man was going to back down without you interfering.

“There’s about to be one” Adam stepped forward again, his fists were clenched and that was enough for you. You put a hand between the two of them, Jack looked at the fear in your eyes and stepped back but Adam didn’t.

“ADAM! LEAVE” You raised your voice slightly, standing in front of Jack.

Adam looked at you, embarrassment written all over his face “Nice to know you’ve made your decision. Call me when you change your mind” he scoffed, walking to his car and speeding off.

You didn’t even know how to react to that, you were obviously frustrated by the entire thing.

Jack showing up unannounced was one thing but Adam being aggressive was an entire other thing in itself.

“Can I come in?” Jack sighed, obviously unaware that, that was going to happen.

“You have the best timing” you said sarcastically laughing and he shook his head following you inside “my fault.”

He took a seat on one of your barstool chairs.

“Sorry, I didn’t know he was here. I called you but you didn’t…”

“It’s fine” you interrupted, wanting to cut this conversation short.

“I didn’t know Adam was such a hot head” he smirked and you shook your head, obviously annoyed by that entire interaction. “The way you swooped in there and defended my honor was pretty attractive” he smirked.

“Shut up” you rolled your eyes, holding back a giggle “I didn’t want Reyna to see her dad with a black eye.”

“Is that right?” He laughed before changing the subject. “So Urb and Samantha huh?” He laughed again and you looked at him shocked “did you know before me? I’ll literally die.”

He shook his head “he called me like an hour ago to tell me and that you guys went out to the lake.”

You nodded and he continued “the venting lake” he used air quotes.

“You remember that?” You were genuinely surprised, you never felt like he paid you any attention, especially back then.

“Of course I do” he smiled.

After all this time, his smile was still your favorite thing about him. You hated to admit it but being alone with him still made you feel an overwhelming amount of butterflies.

“I assume you’re not here to talk about Urban and Samantha though right?”

He shook his head, he was never really good with expressing himself, which was ironic to you considering his entire career was based off of him being good with words.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about the other day and I had no right to ask you that question, at least not there. You’re right, my timing sucks” he laughed awkwardly.

You looked at him, reading his sorrow expression knowing this conversation wasn’t going to be an easy one. “I should’ve reacted better, but I just felt like I had no control over myself.

“Thats on me for that” he chewed on his bottom lip nervously, “ I’ve been known to have that effect on you” he sighed.

You nodded knowing it wasn’t the first time he had seen you break down like that, because of something he said or did.

“Jack, I- I really like Adam” you leaned against your kitchen counter directly across from him “well, I liked Adam, I have no idea what the hell is going on with that now” you sighed.

“Thats the thing though” he smiled at you “you’ve never told me that you love Adam. You’ve always told me that you liked him.”

You felt a sense of nervousness overwhelm you, you knew he was right, you’ve never said you loved Adam out loud before, because you weren’t entirely sure that you did.

“Whats your point?” Your natural reaction was to be defensive.

“If you don’t love him yet then maybe there is still time for us” he mumbled.

“Time for us?” He always knew how to make your blood boil. “What brought all of this on? You haven’t given a shit about me for the last few years, you didn’t even fight for me when we were married Jack.”

“That’s not true” he scratched at his beard, a nervous tick you were well aware of, making you smirk at him.

“I’ve always loved you, always. You’re the mother of my child, how could I not?”

“You don’t cheat on the person you love” you sat up now, arms folded across your chest clearly annoyed with the conversation “ you don’t divorce the person you love.”

“I fucked up, a lot, countless amounts of times, I know that” he watched you intently as your body language was defensive “I didn’t appreciate you and I should have. I should’ve taken our marriage seriously and I didn’t but I can’t do anything about that now. I can just show you how I’ve changed.“

You couldn’t help but laugh, passive aggressively of course.

“What’s funny?” He looked at you, an eyebrow raised in annoyance.

“Oh, I’m sorry? Am I not allowed to react? You want to finally show me how you’ve changed? After we’ve been divorced for what almost a year now? You don’t still love me Jack, you just don’t want to see me with someone else.”

“That’s not true” he huffed, standing up to approach you.

“I’ve been really getting my shit together. I started the label, I set time aside so I could be home with Reyna more, I’m a good dad! I’m ready to prove that i’d be a good husband or boyfriend again” he was standing close to you now, his energy felt overwhelming. It took everything within you not to kiss him and be agreeable, you had finally heard all of the things you’d been longing to hear.

“I’m not doubting that you’re a good father, you’re a great dad. You’ve just never been the best at being monogamous. I don’t see how much could have changed in such a small amount of time” you started to cry, he backed away from you slightly assuming that standing so close to you wasn’t helping, he kept his eyes on you though.

“Tell me” he cleared his throat, you could tell that he was holding back a cry too.

“Tell you what?”

“Tell me you’ve fallen out of love with me” he looked at you, you avoided his eye contact.

“I-“ You’re voice trembled, you didn’t want to lie to him.

“If you can admit to me that you’re not still in love with me, I’ll leave you alone. You don’t have to worry about this conversation, we can forget it ever-“

You grabbed him by the neck so he’d lean down to you, you looked into each other’s eyes for a moment and you kissed him. He picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist, and you continued to kiss him, not noticing the door flinging open.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fanfic #dad!jack

[ladey]

When I Brush Your Hair | Chapter 4

Jinx x Fem!Reader 🌙🦋🎀

Word count: 2.4k

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"Vander learns none of this."

"No worries there. Powder took care of the evidence." Mylo replies making Y/n silently glare and flip him off.

"I tried, okay? You don't get it. You're older, you're bigger. It- it isn't fair!" Powder tries to defend herself, throwing her arms around as she grows frustrated.

"So stick with us. Take a punch or two!" Mylo retorts, slumping back into the couch when at the same time the door creaks open.

"Everyone alright?" Vander's voice is heard, making everyone scramble to pretend like nothing happened.

"Never better." Mylo huffs out. Way to make it obvious. Vander walks around the room and behind the couch the two younger girls are sitting on. They avoid looking his way, practically hiding their faces in their knees.

"Good. I don't suppose you can explain why it is that I'm hearing about an explosion and a foot chase topside? Five children fleeing the scene." He inquires. No one says a word.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Y/n just knew it. How he figured out it was them, she didn't know. But she knows that she's mad at whoever snitched.

"That we can handle a real job." Vi's voice cuts through her thoughts, making her turn her head to watch.

"A real job?"

"We got our own tip, planned a route, nobody even saw."

"You blew up a building."

"That wasn't—"

"Did you even stop to think about what could've happened to you? Eh? To them?" Vander motions to the others, who immediately look away to avoid eye contact.

"Where did you even get this tip?" He then asks. It's silent before Powder lifts her head and speaks up.

"We just heard it at Benzo's shop."

"From?" He glowers.

"Little man." Powder grimaces, and Vander has to look away and groan. But Vi quickly stands up, quick to defend.

"I took us there. If you wanna be mad, be mad at me. But you're the one who always says we have to earn our place in this world." Her voice is raised, getting caught in her feelings. Y/n feels overwhelmed and the space between her eyebrows get hot. She wishes she could say something to help, but...

"I also told you time and time again, the Northside's off-limits. We stay out of Piltover's business."

"Why? They've got plenty while we're down here scraping together coins. When did you get so comfortable living in someone else's shadow?" The room is deathly quiet as Vi and Vander have a stare-off. Y/n and Powder share an awkward glance.

"Everyone out." Vander says sounding oddly calm. Everyone very awkwardly stands up and exits the room. Y/N takes one last peak before the door is closed. Her and Powder exchange concerned looks, but decide to leave even though she wants to try listening with that object Mylo is holding up to the door.

Powder goes out back to fetch a few things while Y/n goes up to the bar area. She hasn't spoken to her cousin in a while and she wonders what she's been up to. She kind of scares her sometimes but she feels very fond of her at the same time and can't help but give her a nice warm hug whenever she says goodbye. Even if it's not always fully reciprocated.

Advancing up the stairs Y/n wanders around a bit until her eyes land on a familiar muscular figure hunched over a table with a couple other scary looking individuals. Her smile widens and she makes her way over.

As she approaches, the scent of her cigar grows strong. She waves her hand to rid of the smoke in her face, and when it clears she's face to face with Sevika.

"Hi cuzo, what's cracka-lackin?" Y/n cheers. The woman just looks at her almost nonplussed. She knows that she annoys her, especially when she's with her friends.

"Hey, kid." Sevika huffs. Y/n looks down at the table and recognizes the poker game Sevika must've been in the middle of playing.

"Having fun losing your money?" Sevika's eyes widen and the others sitting around the table are heard snickering. Y/n appears indifferent however; she was being genuinely serious.

"You're funny, kid. What do you want?" Sevika brushes it off, trying to make this quick so the little girl would just leave her alone. Y/n holds her hands behind her back and bounces on the balls of her feet.

"Nothing. Just wanna know what you've been up to." She responds sweetly.

"Not much." Sevika says shortly. She's lying, but her little cousin didn't need to know that. She opens her mouth to dismiss her but the girl beats her to it.

"Aw, that's boring. You'll never believe what happened today, though. Me and Powder went out with Vi and the others, and a building blew up. It was so scary. And then we got chased for hours. I thought I was for sure gonna die, especially when I almost fell off a roof." The young girl rambles, the whole time playing with the gold coins scattered around the table. The others just listen and watch utterly jaw-slacked.

"Uhuh.." Is all Sevika can give as a response.

"Yeahh, hahah.. I probably shouldn't have said all of that.." Y/n trails off and frowns feeling embarrassed. Then she catches Powder's blue hair not too far the stairs.

"I'll talk to you later, cuzo. Bye!" She gives Sevika a hug, pulling away before before she can even reciprocate it, and happily waves before bouncing over to her friend. The woman is left staggered.

Y/n quickly takes notice of Powder's slumped shoulders and sad face looking around the room. The taller girl turns her head and meets her eyes when she notices her now standing in front of her.

"Hey! ...You alright?" Y/n asks, placing a hand on Powder's shoulder. The girl's eyes look to the side and she shrugs.

"Yeah, I'm okay." She answers.

Usually Powder shares everything with Y/n, positive and the negative. So for her to not tell her what's going on when something is visibly bothering her both shocks and hurts her a little bit. Her hand squeezes her shoulder a little bit before letting it drop.

"Alrighty.." Y/n responds, pausing for a moment. Powder opens her mouth to say something but Y/n doesn't notice and beats her to it.

"Well I have to go since it's super late." This makes Powders eyebrows raise and look a little disappointed. She slowly nods her head.

"My dad will let me stay with you tomorrow though. And if not I'll just run away." The shorter girl laughs. She pats her friend's head with a parting smile and skips away.

Powder watches her exit the bar, wishing she could've stayed just a little bit longer.

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It's the next day, and earlier Y/n's dad escorted her to The Last Drop. Beck knew of the possible dangers associated with her, and didn't want to risk anything. But he was also aware that she would rather be with the other four more than anything during this time. And after him and Vander had a long discussion about their fiasco in topside, he thought it would be best if she too stayed in a safer area with the rest of them.

"Remind me again why we bother with this dump." Mylo asks while picking his nose and flicking a boogie off to land on a wall.

"Vander said to lay low. Enforcers never come down here, so this is as good a place as any." Vi responds as she pants, having just finished a round of using their punching machine that has been there for what feels like decades.

"Oh, what's the matter Mylo? You worried Powder's gonna beat you again?" Claggor teases from across the room. He leans back carefree against a wall, a smirk growing as he watches Mylo's face turn into a scowl.

"Hey, if she didn't keep fixing these things, I wouldn't keep missing." One second after he says that, Powder pops up from behind the counter and connects two wires. The shooting range turns on with a buzz of bright lights.

Her evil smile grows once she hops over the counter and Mylo attempts to hit the targets, and then Y/n looks over to watch too. Boy was he godawful.

"Geez, are you even trying?" Y/n taunts dangling off the railings surrounding Vi's machine.

"Shut up."

"You guys know I wouldn't take you on a job you couldn't handle, right?" Vi asks sounding a little perturbed. Mylo is quick to answer.

"Are you kidding? That was the best job we're ever done! Maybe just don't take Powder and Y/n next time." He says, making Y/n slide off the bars and Powder roll her eyes before taking her aim at the moving targets.

Y/n doesn't see this too often, but when she does she nearly falls to her knees. She's fairly good with a gun and has her own dexterities and what have you, but Powder is without a doubt better than her. It makes her wish she could display her own abilities more often without a skill issue.

And without a problem, Powder hits every target square on, impressing anyone who sees. When it's over she places the fake gun back down on the counter and sneers at Mylo.

"Dang Powder, you're op!" Y/n chuckles and pats her shoulder as they walk over to an arcade game randomly sitting in a corner.

The shorter girl leans her side against the arcade game as she watches Powder play with a dreamy expression, still admiring her. It doesn't last long though because they both hear commotion coming from the large stained glass window. Powder look up at the same time Y/n turns around with a baffled expression. They look through a jagged hole in the glass.

"Tell me where to find them." A man is being restrained by a group of enforcers while one interrogates him.

"Topsider business ain't my concern." The guy argues.

"It's every one of you trencher's concern now. Give me a name." The enforcer gets in his face and sternly demands.

The man spits and it lands on the enforcer's shoe with a splat.

"Ew.."

The two girls share a weary look. Powder steps back and warns the others.

"Hey, guys? You should see this—"

A man is suddenly flying through the room and then tumbling aggressively to the floor, stopping after a couple of rolls. A moment of silences passes where nothing happens, but now the whole group of enforcers can see them.

"Search them." The one in charge says. And one by one they enter through the much larger hole made in the window.

Y/n and Powder have now backed up against the counter at the shooting range. Y/n feels Powder stiffen beside her and looks down to see her hand hiding something in her tiny bag hooked on her belt. That's when she remembers that Powder had been keeping those stones with her. She never thought why, but she's knows now that's it's definitely an inconvenience.

"Go ahead, idiots. We've got nothing." Mylo taunts while holding his hands up in surrender when an enforcer shoves a stick in his face. The two girls internally panic. And when Violet and Powder's eyes meet, the redhead immediately gets the message.

The head enforcer just so happens to be the one to approach the younger two, looming over them as he looks down at them with terrifying looking eyes. Y/n feels her heart drop.

But then it all happens before she even knows it has. Violet turns to Claggor who hasn't moved from his spot, and he pulls a lever that turns on a blue light, making the room significantly darker than it was before. Y/n doesn't focus on that too much, because she's running.

Everyone does what they can to escape; Vi throwing a metal piece at an enforcer's head while Claggor shoves down another to the ground. Y/n and Powder make their way through the shooting range, manoeuvring around the moving figures until they hide behind one at the very back.

They're both panting and shaking, desperately trying to stay calm and not get noticed. Powder grabs onto Y/n's hand and tries to make another run for it, but the second her head pops out from behind their spot a hand reaches out and manages to grab onto her braid. Powder screams nearly tripping over her feet.

Y/n gasps feeling anxiety shoot up her spine, and then her blood boil. When the enforcer pulls on Powder's hair again, his arm spontaneously catches on fire. His hand lets go and he immediately waves his arm around like a fool, trying anything to put it out. Y/n grabs Powder's hand again at the same time Vi grabs Powder's arm. The five of them run to a door farther back and kick it open, now sprinting down an alleyway.

They get maybe 50 feet when they see a couple other enforcers pinning a person up against a wall. They look over at them and drop the guy on the ground completely disregarding him. They turn back around but the other enforcers are charging towards them. They're trapped.

A whistle sounds above them and a ladder slides down beside them.

"Over here!" Leave it to Ekko to randomly save the day.

Vi is the first to jump and climb up. The enforcers are pelting towards them, and Y/n is scared they might not all get up in time. Soon she's one of the last ones below, she can hear the sounds of their boots stomping against the cement as they get closer to her. Her brain feels like a whirlpool of dread and she swears her vision turns blurry.

I’m so dead.

She lets out a fearful a whimper and covers her eyes with her arm, the other one shooting out in a pathetic attempt to defend herself, even though she knows there's really no point. At that moment she gets surrounded by a ring of fire, blocking both sides from approaching any closer. She can no longer see them, but she can hear the enforcers letting out coughs and yells of protest. Powder looks down astonished from her spot on the ladder, making Y/n usher her to keep going with flailing arms.

Even though Y/n makes her way to the top, Vi still aggressively kicks the ladder down to the ground just to be safe. She glares down at the group of men as the fire slowly dissipates then turns around to follow the others.

"You need to hide those crystals." She all but demands.

"Yeah, no shit."

Chapter 5…

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y'all better eat this lore up in the future.

i'm trying to introduce u to this fire thing slowly and not be cringe with it. i'll talk abt it later tho.

#arcane #arcane jinx #arcane jinx fanfic #jinx arcane #jinx x female reader #arcane fanfic series #jinx #jinx x fem!reader #jinx x fem!reader series #jinx x reader #jinx x y/n #jinx fanfic #jinx x you

[kakashiislut]

Soft~ John Price

Warnings: Slight Nsfw, Chest stuff <3, Price being a slight perv, “cuddles”, Period talk (grow up)

AN: I Love Price and not many people write for him 🫶🏻 he is 100% a tittie man. So squishy, me too price, me too.

He always seems to know. It’s odd, at first you thought he was maybe just counting the days down from the last time you mentioned you had your period, but now maybe he’s a wizard? A witch? What’s a male witch? You’re not sure anymore.

How does he always seem to know when your period is coming?

Maybe he’s some sort of like…magical thing.

You don’t know at this point.

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“You’re period is coming soon” he spoke it fast by your ear, continuing to walk past you to put away his gear in the lockers behind you. For some reason, you still thought he was joking with you, even though multiple other times he’s guessed it right.

What a weirdo, how tf would he know??

Maybe his nose was like really strong and he can just smell random stuff?

Nahhh, his long ass beard probably covers up a lot of stuff.

Maybe he’s like a weird witch doctor??

Nahhh, too handsome for that type of stuff-

UNLESSS!!! He is one and he just made himself handsome. They do magic…don’t they?

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He was right though, once again, you where disappointed with the blood on your pad. I mean…you kinda took his warning into consideration and wore a pantie liner. The next day, BOOM. Cleaning yourself up and putting on a regular pad, you got dressed to nerd out on your computers.

But first…HIS office.

Knocking loudly on the door, you invited yourself in and shut it behind you. A cloud of smoke smacked you in the face and lungs, before swatting it away.

“So polite. You have great manners, Mrs L/N” he spoke sarcastically, cigar limping out of his mouth. “I, too, also bust into my superiors offices’”

“I knocked, so I gave you a heads up” you gave him a thumbs up, squinting your eyes at him. “Okay, what cha want? Fast ‘n Quick” he rubbed at his temple, shutting his eyes from the bright screen he was constantly staring at.

“Tell me.” He opened one eye “tell you what?” He went to shut his eye again, but you stopped him. “Tell me how you know when my period is coming?? And why do you think it’s professional to tell me? It’s WEIRDDD” you let out an exaggerated sigh, head flying back.

You never thought you’d ever see it. But he froze? Some ash from his cigar let loose and spilled onto his desk, settling there. He didn’t even look like he was breathing. Yet he managed to mumble something you couldn’t comprehend. His face almost seemed to flush pink and his eyes opened up wide.

“What?? Please speak louder, sir, I don’t understand gremlin.”

“…Get bigger….” He mumbled again.

“Capt’?? I’m serious, I can’t hear you”

“YOUR BOOBS- they..they get bigger.” He hushed his voice as much as possible.

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

He shot his head up, turning to shoo you out of his office in embarrassment. “HOW WOULD YOU KNOW THAT? They like barely get any bigger? Omg that’s so weird, they just inflate a bit. Omg You’re such a PERV. You wanna stick your face between them?? Seriously sir, I had bigger expectations from you” you scoffed in a teasing manner, hoping he picked up the special part from your little speech.

“What?….”

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“Omg…so warm…so softtt.” you heard him muffle from under your shirt. You had your bra pulled down to your stomach, your shirt was lifted up and placed around Johns’ head.

You sat on his lap in the couch in his room, gently playing with the bumps on his back and shoulder blades.

He did, in fact, hear the little comment you let slip in. His lips would slightly brush onto a nipple, the stubble from his beard poked and itched, but it felt so good.

“Wan’ stay here forever…” he huffed. Blowing some air on your erect nipple. You let out a shiver. “Perfect fuckin’ tits” he slurred.

•

•

“You can rest your face somewhere else, Mr Price…”

“Minx”

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[onthenightwatch]

[Video recording start.]

[Via: Freddys-outdoor-1.]

[Instantly, a red car can be seen in the parking lot speeding around. Specifically doing multiple donuts, the driver seemingly thinking no one is there.]

[The door to the restaurant slams open, and a very tense looking man with the hood of his hoodie up walks out, he stops a few feet away from the cars range, and takes his hood down. Revealing himself to be Edgar, messy brown hair is all that can be seen of him, but it is apparent he is upset.]

Edgar: HEY!

[The car continues going, the driver unable to hear Edgar over the car engine.]

[Edgar brings his hands up to his face, likely to help project his voice. He tries again.]

E: [Extremely loud.] HEY! QUIT IT!

[The car comes to a screeching halt.]

E: The hell do you think you’re doing?

[Both windows roll down as a very visibly underaged person sticks their head out of the driver's side window, curly brown hair visible with a Rose in one side.].

?: Ohhhhhhhh fuck-

E: Seriously? 

?: I… Did not know there are people here.

E: Right. Sure. I totally believe that. 

?: Seriously! I've legitimately never been to this place. Ask me any question a customer would know?

E: I… can’t think of any. Get out of the car, man. 

?: Fine, just… Don't call my dad.

[The person steps out of the red car, brown hair covering the right side of their face. A green eye stares at Edgar.]

E: Jesus– how old are you? Are you even able to drive?

?: Legally no I don't have my license, I'm still in high-school… [Mumbling.] Just failed the test to get the damn thing.

E: What grade? 

?: I don't bloody remember! I'm failing anyway.

E: Why did you decide to do donuts in the Freddy’s parking lot? You scared the fuck out of me.

?: First, I sincerely apologize for that. Second, nobody fucking told me it was open! I only heard that a pizzeria run by fazbear entertainment closed. Never got the name.

E: Jesus Christ…

?: So uh… Who are you?

E: I’m Edgar, the night guard for Freddy’s.

?: Oh… That sounds… Interesting.

E: You’ve got that right. 

?: So um… Yeah sorry about scaring you.

E: Ugh, it’s… fine. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been scared half to death by a high schooler.

?: That isn't fucking good! Do you need help?

E: No! I’m fine! It’s nothing you need to worry about, er… name?

?: Um Ruby… Names Ruby.

[The woman now identified as Ruby holds out a hand.]

[Edgar stands still for a second, then holds out his, completing the gesture. He shakes Ruby’s hand firmly, then puts his hand back in his pocket.]

R: So let me guess. Harley?

E: How the fuck did you…?

R: I'm a psychic!

[Ruby smiles at Edgar before bursting out in laughter.]

R: Na, I just have really good luck with guessing… Also Harley's the type of jackass to bully a pizzeria worker.

E: Less of bullying, more so… er… attacking. 

R: Fucking hell that again? Had to ban his dumbass from my parties because he attacked someone.

E: Oh, so he like, regularly tries to drown people? Neat.

R: WHAT? 

[Ruby stares at Edgar in pure shock.]

E: Okay, taking that as a ‘no, he doesn’t do that. What the fuck.’ 

R: I DON'T FUCKING THINK SO???

E: Fun to know that I’m the only one he’s done that to. Forget I said anything. 

R: Jesus fucking Christ… I'm sorry that happened.

E: Meh, could’ve been worse, I’ll survive.

R: You do know traumatized people say that all the time… Right?

[Edgar pauses for a few seconds, before turning around.]

E: Well, um. Have a good night. I’m going back inside, haha.

R: Hiding emotions only makes things worse! I speak from experience!

E: Yep, got it! Thanks! 

[Edgar takes a few steps forward, and walks directly into the door.]

R: Bloody hell, you know I don't intend on leaving until you talk. Dunno why… But I'm gonna help.

E: [Muttered.] I thought I propped that open… [To Ruby.] Sorry to burst your bubble, kid, but I’m not going to talk. I have a job to do.

R: Then I'm not leaving. Don't like seeing people bury emotions… Rips you apart from the inside out.

E: Suit yourself. But I’m not sayin’ shit.

[Ruby throws her jacket on the roof of the car and moves to sit on the ground.]

R: You don't have to keep stuff hidden! At least tell a friend.

E: Mhm, right. Got it. 

[A rattling noise, as Edgar attempts to open the door to the restaurant.]

E: ... Fuck. 

[He turns back around.]

E: D’you have a hair pin?

R: Talk and yes.

E: Oh, you motherfucker.

R: I'm not going to judge you for feeling stuff. Talk.

E: Why the fuck do you care? You seem to care more about this than I do!

R: I have no fucking idea! Seems like I've met you before though… Meh, probably nothing, also! You seemingly need the help.

E: Man, I literally couldn’t give less of a fuck about what happened. So what some fucking bully drugged me and threw me in a river? It literally doesn’t matter!

R: YES IT DOES! DUDE YOU COULD HAVE DIED! IT MATTERS A HELL OF A LOT! Besides now I'm only going to worry about you because you're hiding shit.

E: You are making a huge deal out of something that’s already in the past. It doesn’t matter anymore!

R: YES IT DOES! IT'S CALLED TRAUMA STUBBORN ASS! One minute you're telling everyone your ok the next you almost die in a fucking bar somewhere!

E: I’m fine! You don’t have to–

[Edgar gets cut off by a violent fit of coughs, the intensity of it forces him to lean against the wall of the restaurant. It lasts for about 12 seconds before he is able to speak again.]

E: Fuckin’ hell…

R: Wanna try that again? You just coughed for twelve fucking seconds dude. You might not care about yourself but I do, you seem like a nice guy who doesn't deserve to keep everything hidden.

E: You’ve known me for a maximum of 20 minutes. 

R: And in that time I have figured out that you bury your emotions really deep down, you act like you don't care when in reality it probably affects you a lot. AND! You have a really bad cough.

[Ruby can be seen visibly shaking from the cold, refusing to move to grab her jacket.]

E: I know better than to pour my heart out to a teenager. You have other shit to worry about.

R: Not really. Human life is more important to me than algebra, also not like you have a choice. I'll admit I am fucking freezing, but if being stubborn gets you to open up than so be it.

E: You’d rather get frostbite than leave me alone? Seriously?

R: When you get a phone call your dad almost drank himself to death on your fourteenth birthday, but didn't tell anyone he was hurting mentally. Yep!

E: [Muttered.] Can’t say I haven’t done that before. [Regular volume.] Jesus Christ, Ruby.

R: Yeah… So, your choice I guess.

E: God! Fine! You fucking win, jackass! 

R: If being a jackass gets you to open up then I'll take that with pride.

E: Waking up in the water was fucking scary, is that what you wanted to hear? That I accidentally inhaled a shit ton of water and barely made it out? That I thought I was going to die without saying a proper fucking goodbye? Because if so, there it is! Can I have a fucking hair pin now?

R: Dude… You need to talk about things like that, why keep it hidden? Don't you have friends who would want to know that?

E: They have their own shit to deal with, I don’t want to make it worse by piling more stuff onto them.

R: Real friends would listen to your issues. Which tells me you haven't even tried.

E: Ruby, you need to understand that Harley is still a problem for all of us, we don’t have time to talk about this because it’s probably going to happen again, and we need to prepare for that. Instead of dawdling talking about shit that’s already happened.

R: And what happens when that past stuff lets Harley do more shit? Use your emotions against you?

E: If he tries that, then I’ll kick him in the crotch. Can’t manipulate anyone if you can’t get a damn word in.

R: Text. You ever heard of Tumblr?

E: … fair. It’s pretty easy to do shit on there. 

[Ruby stands up and takes a hairpin and a piece of paper out of her pocket.]

R: If you aren't going to listen then I can't keep trying, when hiding everything bites you in the ass because you refuse to tell anyone. Contact me please?

[Edgar takes the hairpin and paper, putting the latter in his pocket.]

E: Fine. 

R: Good night Edgar, remember you don't have to keep shit hidden.

E: Good night, Ruby. I’ll take that into consideration.

[Ruby steps back into her car, after a few seconds driving away with decent precision.]

E: [Muttered.] God damn teenagers. 

[Edgar picks the lock on the front door, and re-enters the restaurant.]

[Video end.]

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[ollieofthebeholder]

to find promise of peace (and the solace of rest): a TMA fanfic

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Chapter 42: January 2017

“Compassionate leave my ass. We barely even knew him.”

“He was a cop,” Daisy said, her face blank and inscrutable. “Same as us. It could’ve been any of us, partner, so just take the damn leave, huh? Go be thankful it isn’t you.”

Basira snorted. “Come on. You know that’s just so they figure out what the official story is.”

“Yeah. But it’s not like we can talk about it anyway.” Daisy shrugged into her coat. “I’m going for a drink. You coming?”

“No,” Basira said, after a moment’s pause. “No, I’ve—there’s something I need to do.”

Daisy stared at her for a long moment. Then, without another word, she turned and slouched off. Basira watched her go, then headed in the opposite direction. She might’ve been able to get there on the Tube, but maybe the walk would help her clear her head.

It didn’t. By the time she reached her destination—which she’d only half-realized was her actual destination—she was still as keyed up and muddled as ever.

The place seemed deserted. It was only when Basira shrugged her way past the empty desk and headed for the steps that it occurred to her that it was Saturday. Police work meant she didn’t have consistent days off, exactly, and it was easy to lose track of what day it was if you didn’t have anything to ground you in the linear flow of time. Still and all, she’d been able to get into the building, so that probably meant someone was here.

She headed down into the basement and opened the door, exposing a single occupant, who looked up with a smile that immediately morphed into a look of confusion and concern. “Basira?”

Basira grimaced and made a helpless gesture that even she didn’t fully understand. “Sorry. Forgot what day it was.”

“It’s fine. I mean, I’m here.” Blackwood rose to his feet, looking uncertain—and also, she noticed, not making eye contact with her. “Are…are you okay? Do you want a cup of tea or—or cocoa or something?”

“Tea’s fine.” Basira wasn’t particularly thirsty, but she recognized that she probably needed something. “Where is…everyone else?”

“We don’t normally work Saturdays. I just came up to do some reorganizing. These shelves are a mess, honestly, and we don’t always get time to sort during the week if we’re not also investigating.” Blackwood hesitated. “Jon’s supposed to be coming by, but not until later. For now it’s just me…hang on, let me go get you that tea.”

Basira sat, rather hesitantly, at the desk and watched as Blackwood walked away. Martin. If she was here as a civilian, if she was going to…she needed to stop thinking of him as a suspect. He wasn’t, hadn’t been for a long time. She still didn’t know who’d killed Gertrude Robinson, and frankly at this point she didn’t care. Let it be another cold case. There were hundreds of them on the books; statistically speaking, if a homicide wasn’t cleared within a week of its happening, the likelihood went down every day. Maybe someday someone would find the answers, but for now, she could just wash her hands of the case and be done with it.

Her dad would’ve had a fit over her thinking like that. Stick to a task until it was done, that’s what he’d always taught her. Don’t give up just because it’s hard. She could hear his voice now: Do the job not for respect of the person who gave you the task, or respect of the person at the heart of the task, but for respect of the task. Any work worth doing is worth doing all the way. It was why she’d become a cop in the first place, never mind why she’d stayed. Yet here she was, not only giving up on a murder case, but seriously considering why she was still wearing the badge at all.

She looked around the Archives. It was the first time she’d really…looked at it, as something other than a crime scene; even when she’d been here before, she’d been focused on finding Blackwood—Martin—swapping out the tapes, and getting out before anyone noticed her. Now, though, she took in all the details she’d previously dismissed as irrelevant: the cardigan tossed casually over the back of one of the chairs, the framed photograph on another desk of the dark-haired assistant grinning cheekily as he dangled from a climbing rope, the messy collection of flyers and memos tacked to the bulletin board. Idly, she skimmed her eyes over them. It didn’t look that different from the board in the station, actually—the memos were about different things specifically, but there were still references to file numbers, requests for follow-ups, and reminders about procedures, typed on official Institute letterhead or scrawled on sticky notes or torn from a notebook. Interspersed with the official, or official-adjacent, memos was everything from the menu for a nearby takeaway to a picture of a kitten dangling off a branch with HANG IN THERE written above it to a crumpled picture of a sign she couldn’t quite read from where she sat. The place was still kitted out for Christmas, in a really over-the-top way; that, and the fact that it was dead silent save the faint hum of the climate-control system rather than jam-packed with uniformed cops answering phones, badgering witnesses, and arguing, was really the only difference between the Archives and the police station, where the few holiday decorations the captain allowed came down promptly on the twenty-sixth.

Suddenly, it wasn’t a repository of creepy things and spook stories, or the site of a murder, or the aftermath of an infestation. It was just someplace to work.

Basira kind of liked it. And kind of resented it at the same time. When had the station stopped feeling like that?

Martin came back into the room with a mug in each hand. Because she was a cop and trained to spot those kinds of details, she noticed that one of them was the same mug that always seemed to be on his desk when she came by, an oversize blue and green striped one that looked like it had been done at one of those paint-your-own-pottery places. The other was a matte black with a flat grey silhouette of a forest, complete with a deer standing alert. He handed it to Basira, still not looking at her. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” Basira wrapped her hands around the mug and stared at it for a moment, then back up at Martin. He, too, was staring into his cup like it held the secrets of the universe. It suddenly irritated her, and she couldn’t help but snap, “I’m not going to arrest you or anything.”

“I know you’re not going to arrest me,” Martin said, sounding surprised. He looked up at her, just for a moment, then flinched and redirected his gaze again. Before she could call him on it, he gestured vaguely in her direction and added, “It’s just you—your—the scarf came loose.”

Startled, Basira reached up and realized Martin was right—the pins had come undone and her scarf had slipped back, exposing her hair. Even if she wasn’t as devout these days as she’d been growing up, there were some things that were still important to her. And it kind of surprised her that Martin knew enough, and was respectful enough, not to look at her when she wasn’t wearing hijab.

“Thanks,” she said again, pulling the scarf back in place and pinning and tucking it with movements that were more than half mechanical. “Okay. I’m good now.”

“Are you?” Martin asked pointedly, but this time he looked her directly in the eye and she knew he wasn’t asking about whether she was decent.

“No,” she admitted. “We lost Altman. Just…wasn’t…paying attention. Don’t know what they’re going to tell his family.” She took a long swig of her tea. “Guess it could have been worse, though, if I hadn’t talked to you first. So…thanks.”

“Glad I could help,” Martin murmured. Something flickered in his eyes, just for a moment. “At least they’re not making you do a lot of paperwork.”

“If I have to fill out one more form, I am going to scream.” Basira kind of wanted to scream anyway, but she held it in. “They’ve given us all a few days of ‘compassionate leave.’ I think they just want us out of the way while they figure out the official story.”

Martin hesitated, then frowned at something on the desk before looking back up at her. “Do you…want to talk about the real version?”

Basira did. She desperately did. That was why she had come here, she realized. You could only talk about Sectioned cases with other Sectioned cops; any cops who’d been on this case probably didn’t want to talk about it, and most others wouldn’t want to hear about it. Really, most of them wouldn’t swap stories unless they absolutely had to for a new case. The Magnus Institute was the only place she’d ever gone where she could talk about it, and Martin was the only person she’d ever felt like listened to her.

“Yeah,” she said. “Where do you want me to start?”

Martin took a deep breath. “You said it started with a kidnapping case?”

That was as good a place to start as any. Basira exhaled—and began to talk.

Just like last time, when she’d made her official statement, everything came pouring out, little things she’d barely registered at the time and the way she’d felt. No dispassionate report, this, she was telling him things she never could have admitted on an official form. There was no place for these things, literally or metaphorically speaking. And just like last time, Martin listened, his attention fully on her, his eyes understanding and sympathetic. He prompted her when she got stuck, asked a question here or there, but mostly he just…listened. It was honestly a relief to tell someone all of this, and have them listen without judging, without condemning, without interrupting. And something about Martin—maybe it was the sincerity in his eyes, or the stillness in his bearing, or the fact that he reminded her of nothing so much as all the pictures and videos she’d seen of capybaras—made her want to tell him everything. He’d have made a great cop.

No, she thought with a moment of sudden clarity. He’s too good a person to make a great cop. He’d have been drummed out of the force ages ago.

"All in all, there were five people killed in that building, including Leo Altman,” she concluded at last. “Aside from Rayner and the woman, who was identified from an old report as Natalie Ennis, two more were shot and killed when they attacked some of the officers. Three more were subdued and arrested, but as far as I know they haven’t said a word. God knows how they’re going to process them with all the secrecy around the operation, but thankfully that’s not my problem. I think they were connected to that cult group from way back, the Church of the Divine Whatever.”

“The People’s Church of the Divine Host,” Martin said quietly. “You’re right. I know the report you’re talking about—the one that identified Natalie Ennis—we have a statement from the man who made it, he was her roommate’s boyfriend. I should…probably reach out and follow up with them, let them know she was involved. I presume it’ll be in the news in some capacity, at least.” He took a breath, then looked back up at Basira, his gaze steady. “What are you going to do now?”

Basira was, admittedly, taken a bit aback. “Do?” she repeated. Was he asking her what the police procedure was at this point?

“I mean you, personally. Not the police,” Martin clarified. “What are you going to do after your ‘compassionate leave’ is up? If I understood you right when you made that first statement, once you’re Sectioned, you get called out on all the…weird cases you’re available for, right?”

“Right.”

“Do you want to keep doing this? I don’t mean walking into dangerous situations and rescuing people. I’d imagine that’s not the part you mind. I mean the part where the ‘dangerous situation’ is something no amount of police training can prepare you for. Because I’ll be honest, Basira, you keep doing that, you’re going to end up on the wrong end of one of these statements. Either you’re going to end up as a victim, or you’re going to end up as a monster.” Martin held her gaze. “I should know.”

Basira blinked.

She was a good cop. She knew the law forward and backwards, she applied it more or less evenly across the board, she followed procedure and did her duty. She’d been commended by her superiors and relied on by her fellow officers. People took her word for things and trusted her instincts. But by whose standards was she good? Did it mean she was doing the right thing, or did it mean she was toeing the line? She thought about what she’d realized about Martin, how he would have been either broken or discarded rather than allowed to continue to be the kind of person he was now if he wore the badge. What did it say about her that she was still on the force, still in line for promotion, still considered to have a future in this career?

Either you’re going to end up as a victim, or you’re going to end up as a monster.

“I’m done,” she said decisively. “With the police, with Section Thirty-One, all of it. I’ve given you my statement, and that’s it. I’m walking away.”

Martin sighed and nodded slowly. “Good,” he said, surprising her. “Wait, hang on.” He leaned over to reach into a drawer on another desk, pulled out a small leather object, and handed it to her. “Here. Tim stopped using this weeks ago, he’ll never miss it. It’s not the strongest thing in the world, but it’ll at least keep you safe for now.”

Basira studied the small folded bit of leather. “You think I’m in danger.” It wasn’t a question.

“These things don’t like people breaking their toys. And they usually only let you think you’ve got away.” A shadow seemed to come over Martin’s face, just for a moment. “I don’t know if the Dark will be after you for sure, but it certainly won’t be happy if it figures out you talked to us. Just…be careful, okay?”

“I will.” Basira hesitated and studied Martin for a moment. “You should quit, too. This place…it’s not right.”

Martin shook his head. “I’ve tried before. Didn’t work. It’s far too late for me.”

“Any advice on how to keep from getting that far?”

“Stay away as best you can,” Martin said seriously. “Which means not going anywhere near people or—or things that have been Marked by…all this. The Institute. The bookstore. Me.” He pressed his lips together for a moment, then met her eyes. “Detective Tonner.”

Basira stiffened. “You’re saying—”

“Why do you think I got so nervous around her? She’s been part of this sort of thing—not the same aspect, but a different kind—for a long time, maybe as long as I have. Maybe longer, I dunno. She told Jon she’d been Sectioned for fourteen years, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t have some experience from before that. I’ve been mixed up in this since I was a kid.” Martin took a deep breath. “But she’s like me—too entwined, too deep into it to be able to walk away. So yeah, Basira, if you don’t want to ever have to deal with this again, and I don’t blame you in the slightest, you’re going to have to stay completely away. I might leave London if I were you, so you’re not even tempted.”

Basira stared at Martin for a long moment. Finally, she said, “I’ll think about it. Goodbye, Martin.”

“Goodbye, Basira,” Martin said quietly. “Stay safe.”

Basira stood and walked out of the Archives, for what she hoped would be the last time.

Part of her—a surprisingly big part of her—regretted that, actually. She liked Martin. Not like that, he wasn’t her type—she wasn’t even sure she had a type, if she was being completely honest, she genuinely couldn’t remember ever having a crush or anything like that—but he was a good guy. They’d deemed him the most likely suspect in Gertrude Robinson’s murder, but even then she’d been reluctant to believe it. And while their conversations during the tape exchanges had been brief, she’d found she looked forward to them. She’d never really been one to make friends easily; even in places where she was part of the majority, she’d preferred being on her own, immersed in a book or working through a crossword puzzle. Mostly she’d found people to be ignorant or cruel or just plain stupid, not worth her time. Sure, maybe there’d been times she’d wished…but on the rare occasions she’d reached out, it had never been worth it. The only people she’d ever really been able to get close to had been…well, Daisy, and now Martin.

And if she wanted to keep out of the crap she’d dealt with under Section Thirty-One, she would lose them both.

Standing at the foot of the bridge across the Thames, she clenched her fists and tried to think rationally. She couldn’t just…walk away, not like that. It wasn’t that easy. She had to put in her notice, and they’d probably want her to finish out the pay period at least. Probably she’d have to do the whole two weeks thing. Which meant she would almost certainly run into Daisy again, which…wouldn’t be a bad thing. Basira was a bit skeptical of Martin’s claim that Daisy was in it too deep to walk away, or maybe she just wanted to be skeptical of it, but either way, she needed to tell her to her face that she was quitting. She’d be on her own with Gertrude Robinson’s murder, and even if it wasn’t a case she relished—Daisy was the sort of person you wanted by your side when you were tracking down a murderer or chasing a fugitive or going through a door, but she wasn’t one for sitting and sifting through evidence when she could be out in the field—she at least deserved to know that it was wholly hers now.

Did she really want to quit? For just a moment, Basira stood torn with indecision. She’d got into police work to track monsters, and then she’d found out there were literal monsters that she could take down, and there were aspects of the job she enjoyed.

Either you’re going to end up as a victim, or you’re going to end up as a monster.

No. No, Basira wasn’t going to do that, she wasn’t going down that route. And even if she wasn’t worried about becoming the sort of cop that got smeared by all the papers—and she wasn’t stupid, she was a woman and a Muslim, she’d absolutely be the first person the higher-ups threw to the wolves if they needed a scapegoat or a sacrificial lamb—there was the other aspect of it. Whatever her doubts about his opinion on Daisy, she believed Martin when he said the more she dealt with these things, the less likely it would be that she could walk away from them. She didn’t know what her purpose in life was, but it wasn’t to die at the hands of a spook. She was not going to end up like Altman.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, she began walking again. First things first. She had a few days off. She needed to head back to the run-down flat she’d been living in since her dad died and start typing up her resignation letter to hand in when she was back. The sooner, the better.

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[forthedancingandthethriving]

When they finally arrive, Lily shivers and sticks a bit closer to Lil Coding. He places a hand on her shoulder as the two begin walking. Though he soon removes his hand and his hand brushes against her back pocket. She can now feel a small cylinder in there. She can only guess it's a weapon that'll reform once taken out.

The coordinates transported them to an absolutely massive circular shapped room. They were standing on a bridge made of stone and concrete, however, and there was a platform in the middle that was also circular. On it was a lounging couch, fancy and a rose red.

There was a figure lounging on it, shrouded in a rose red cloak with green string-like vine patterns on it.

Lily swallows thickly and Lil Coding glares. It didn't seem like she had seem them yet, as her attention was focused on a cage dangling over the large pit around the platform.

Lily covers her mouth so as not to gasp. They don't look too hurt, but they're definitely scuffed. And worryingly, Mario and Luigi are missing.

Lil Coding says nothing as he changes to cat form. His color becomes muted as he leaps off of the bridge and onto one of the pillars in the room. Lily realizes what he's doing after a moment or two, and she looks back towards the person in the center.

Lady Rose. The source of her paranoia and fear for the past year.

The young girl inhales before walking forward. She doesn't even get halfway before a voice shouts "Stop right there!"

She halts, eyes going wide, and notices that Lady Rose has her attention on her now. "Right there, Lily, dear! That's as far as you can go for me, okay?"

Lily forces herself not to shiver at how sickeningly sweet Lady Rose's voice is. "Can you hear me from here?" she asks, eyebrows furrowing.

"Of course I can!" Lady Rose laughs, almost haughty. The young girl forces herself not to cringe.

"Well, I see you came alone." Lady Rose hums, picking up her wine glass from the floor. "I believe the little note that was left said for you and your little friend to come. Pray tell, why isn't he here?"

"I tampered with his teleport command before he activated it." Lily lies, glancing at the cage briefly. "It'll take him a while before he gets here, so.. you.. have me for a while." She glances back at Lady Rose.

"Hm.." the woman taps her finger against her glass before shrugging. "Ah well. I can wait for that other one. You've been the one I've been wanting for so long."

Lily watches, heart beating faster as Lady Rose sits up on the couch. "A full year I've been trying to get my hands on you, you little siren."

"Please.. don't call me that." Lily asks, voice small, but the older woman doesn't listen.

"How does your voice work again, hm? You need to consciously want to control someone in order to command them.." Lady Rose hums. "Meanwhile, if you just want to influence someone, it has to be a semi-conscious desire."

The young girl glances towards the cage, seeing Lil Coding slowly tampering with the lock. She quickly looks back at Lady Rose so as not to give away the other. "Y-Yeah. Yeah, that's how it works."

The leader of Rosen Stringer let's out a hum. She sets her wine glass down again and lowers her hood. Lily recoils, seeing the black hair, green eyes, and beautiful face of Lady Rose.

No wonder so many people joined her cult. She looks so charmastic.. Lily thought.

Lady Rose lifts her hand, and suddenly, the room begins to rumble. Lily gasps, and her eyes go wide, seeing large vines snake around the pillars. Thorns proturd out, and the young girl knows full well that this is a display of power.

Her chest feels tight. Her breathing is getting quicker. She finds herself hoping that Lil Coding hurries.

"Anton." Lady Rose suddenly speaks.

Lily gasps as she watches someone leap out from behind Lady Rose's couch. He all too easily makes the jump to the cage and he grabs Lil Coding by his scruff. Before her friend can even do anything, he's thrown towards one of the pillars, slamming against the vines.

"Lil Coding!" Lily cries, watching as the vines on the pillar move and restrain him. She watches him try and claw his way out, but lavender flowers appear in an abundance.

She can only watch in horror as her friend tries fruitlessly to get away, but the amount of lavender was making him calm despite his best efforts.

Lily can only watch as Anton leaps over to the restrained code and takes out a small knife, starting to carefully cut into the cat. As if to see what he was made off.

"How cute!" Lady Rose giggles, her voice somehow audible over the threats of bodily harm from the rest of the gang. "He managed to sneak in and tried to save them!"

Lily didn't respond, eyes focused on her friend who was struggling weakly against what Anton was doing to him. "N-no.."

Her friend, her best friend.. her brother.

Ringing consumes her hearing as she lowers her head, a shadow covering her eyes. Slowly, she reaches into her back pocket and pulls out the small cylinder. She watches as it reforms into Lil Coding's spear.

The spear he had shown her and said that he always used whenever it came down to fighting.

Lily felt something snap in her. She felt something shatter.

Blazing fury slowly took over her body, then her mind. She grips the spear so tight her knuckles turn white.

Slowly, she lifts her head, focusing on Lady Rose. "You.."

"You want my voice..?" Lily whispers, body shaking from how growing rage. "You wanna know how it works..?"

She slowly looks back up, some shadow still over her eyes but not as much as before. She was glaring fiercely at Lady Rose. "Fine." she mutters, and she feels a familiar shift. "I'll show you."

She slowly begins approaching, not even listening to what Lady Rose was saying. Some bullshit about how she'll be able to extend her grasp to the Mushroom Kingdom with Lily's voice.

She glances over to Anton and focuses solely on him. She opens her mouth and begins to sign some notes. Nothing too major, just slowly going up and down the scale, but it was still enough.

Anton slowly stopped his movements, and she watched as his eyes became unfocused. Blurry.

She slams the butt of the spear against the ground, vocalizing still. Anton is by her side in a moment, still looking dazed. Well, he always looked somewhat dazed whenever she spotted him, but he still looked like he was in control.

Now? He wasn't. And Lily found that, for once? She didn't feel guilty about it. Not one bit.

"You!" Lady Rose snarls. She steps to the side of the platform. She was trapped. Trapped, and she knew it. "I'll put you in your place!"

The cult leader's fingers snap, and Lily watches as the vines on the pillars lash out.

The girl doesn't even think. Her voice crescendos as she swings the spear towards the vines, the spear cutting them easily. Anton's body moves as well, like a robot following a command, slashing away at the vines.

Lily isn't really sure she's thinking anymore by the time she and Anton finish cutting the vines. She's vocalizing still, she hasn't stopped, she really can't if she wants this plan to work.

Her attention turns to Lady Rose and she focuses on the older woman. She doesn't care as Anton falls to his kneels as she walks forward.

Her voice crescendos again, her vocalizing zeroing in on Lady Rose.

She was gripping the spear so tightly that her knuckles were a bright white.

She wasn't sure when she started running, but she had seen Lady Rose go stiff, and she saw her chance. The vines had vanished, and Anton was still down.

Lily didn't know how many times she had swung at Lady Rose with the spear. She didn't know why, but she relished in it. She relished in finally being able to pay back all the pain she'd been experiencing for the past year.

So when her voice cracks and she coughs, momentarily breaking her control over Lady Rose, it's already too late. She cries as the cult leader grabs the back of her sweater and yanks the spear out of her hand, tossing it to the side.

"You.. brat.." Lady Rose sneers, all too easily picking up the struggling Lily.

The young girl's head was pounding. She had never exerted that much control before or even switched targets. She had just been so used to.. influencing people.

The woman threw Lily to the ground, uncaring for the young girl's cry as her back bet the cold stone of the platform. "I suppose I'll have to beat submission into you, hm?!"

Lily couldn't respond. Her head was pounding even more now and her vision was blurry. But she did register Lil Coding saying.. something.

She exhales and closes her eyes. Passing out.. seemed like a good idea.

○●○

"So that's why they've been chasing you, huh?" SMG3 frowns. "Well, I see why. Any sensible villain would- OW!"

He grumbles and rubs the back of his head after SMG4 whacked him with a glare.

"I'm just saying!" the Internet Graveyard ruler huffs.

SMG4 shakes his head before turning his attention to Lily. "How come you never told us? We would've helped you out with getting them off of your tail."

"I.. felt like I was being a big enough burden having Lil Coding help me," the young girl confesses. She was on the back of said being, apparently having been picked up by her once Lady Rose had been dealt with by Antivirus.

Sounded like yet another Admin she had yet to meet. But all she knew was that she "went down Disney villain style." Lil Coding's words, not hers.

"Plus.. I don't like my singing voice." She confesses. "I don't like how I need to consciously make sure I'm not influencing people."

"Mario thinks you don't need to worry about that." Mario chuckles, patting her head. She smiles a bit, glad to see him okay after he and Luigi had been rescued from Mr. L. "We all have-a strong or stupid minds! You don't have to worry."

Lily can't help but laugh softly at that.

"You know, your singing voice kinda reminded me of Anonymous L!" Boopkins cheerfully pointed out, and Lily hoped no one noticed her stiffen.

"Boopkins, bro, you're imagining things." Bob suddenly cut it. "Lily is a kid. Anonymous L has got to be an adult."

"Yeah, you're right." Boopkins nodded. "Sorry, it's just been so long since she released her last song.."

Lily smiles. "No, it's okay, Boopkins. It's a nice compliment. Thank you."

As the group continues to chatter away, Lily can't help but glance at Bob for just a moment. Even though she highly doubted it, was it possible that.. he knew?

No. Don't be silly. She shook her head a bit before focusing on whatever Lil Coding was saying. After all, I was Anonymous L. The one who kinda sung. No one knew who I really was.

Though still, after the events of today? She had some suspicions.

#oc: lady rose #oc: lily #oc: anton #code: lil coding #smg4 #smg3 #smg4 bob #bob bobowski #smg4 boopkins #fishy boopkins #smg4 mario #fanfiction: my writing! #!posts! #wrote all of this very sleep deprived. so. so things may not make sense #very sorry if they dont!!

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(Okay I'm not Snippet Anon cause I don't want to steal their thing but just imagine if when Mirabel was trying to show them the cracks during Antonio's party and Alma made her out to have gotten into the alcohol she doesn't get sad. She gets pissed. And since Casita is reacting to her emotions like in the movie it's shaking and cracking probably as she talks?)

Something like.

"And so are the drinks." Alma chuckled as she tried to wave off Mirabel and instead of feeling hurt Mirabel just felt anger and she felt so very fed up with her family.

She pulled out a little sketch book she usually kept on her and began writing something while muttering and it caught everyone's attention. Especially with the cold look on her face that was simmering in anger.

"Haven't you caused enough problems in one night Mirabel? What are you doing now?!" Alma demanded glaring at the girl.

"Oh I'm just trying to figure out...who the FUCK you think you're talking about cause it sure isn't me!" Mirabel said and her eyes almost seemed to glow as she glared up at her Abuela who nearly recoiled and everyone and everything was frozen and silent.

That's how they all felt the first rumble in the floors.

"MIRA-" Alma seemed to regain her bearings and began to be furious with the girl.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Mirabels yell was almost emphasized with the stronger rumbles and the way a few cracks were starting to spread.

"Seriously?! Making me out to be an underage alcoholic to try and save away something is wrong when you KNOW something is wrong? What? Couldn't face that something is wrong with your perfect Miracle and Family so you want to try and publicly humiliate me by dragging my character through the mud? Wish I was surprised!" Mirabel didn't tell but she might as well have for the weight and anger and hurt in her words.

"Anyone with half a braincell knows I don't drink! I'm usually with the kids and babies while the rest of you get stupid drunk. Why the fuck would I drink? Then again apparently no one in this fucking village or family can think for themselves. Heaven only knows they wouldn't take advantage of the rest of your family if they could figure out their own damn problems instead on being spoon fed an answer and solution like entitled brats." Mirabels eyes definitely seemed to glow and there were angry looks but also lots of fear at the cracks they saw now on the walls.

"I saw those cracks, you know the ones you said I was drunk and hallucinating or whatever!, And I was scared the damn ceiling would fall on you all so I tried to warn you. Figures no one would listen to me or believe me. None of you have before!" She waved a hand behind and around her where the cracks were visibly breaking through the wall and floor and tiles.

"Should have known you were too much of a coward to even consider something was wrong." Mirabel nearly spat those words out.

"I am no coward-" Abuela seemed furious at the accusation.

"The Encanto came to be because everyone was running and because Abuelo was the only one brave enough to actually try and do something to stop the invaders didn't we?" Mirabel cut her off and...and no one could refute that.

"Running seems to run in the family since not a damn person in it is actually brave enough to speak up or say something is wrong or point out something isn't perfect." Mirabel sneered at them all. She was so damn tired and done with them.

"How many times do I hear you tell Tia Pepa about her cloud? And you don't do anything to help her, you don't even stick around. You tell her about it, as if she didn't already know she had a cloud, and then you walk or run away like a coward. How many times have you gone to mamas stand to see that she's still there but the first injury comes up and you're suddenly gone. Running away like a coward." Mirabel sneered at her Abuela in particular.

"How dare y-" Alma was red faced in fury but there was a loud crack.

"I dare very well. What are you going to do? Nothing cause you're a coward. You don't face problems. You avoid them. You ignore them. You RUN AWAY! So yeah I dare! Because I know you're too much of a damn coward to even admit anything is wrong much less that you're wrong about something! Because I know you wouldn't do shit but talk big because you're too much of a coward to do anything else!" Mirabel spat at her.

"You see the damn cracks now! Just like I told you! And they're all over the house but you're so much of a coward you aren't even looking at them! Because if you did you'd have to admit something was wrong! And heaven forbid something is wrong in Alma Madrigals world or home." Mirabel rolled her eyes at the end with a sneer. One far more vicious than anything anyone else had ever seen.

"I saw them and I was scared but at least I wasn't a damn coward. A coward would bow their head, close their eyes and pretend everything was okay. No. Apparently I had to be the one who got Abuelos bravery because I actually tried to warn everyone because I was scared the house would fall on their damn heads!" Mirabel shook her head at them all.

"Maybe I shouldn't have warned you-"

"You shouldn't! Everything is fine! The miracle is strong!" Alma desperately tried to assure everyone of that. Despite the entire house trembling and cracking.

"And you're full of shit." There were several choked noises at that.

"Maybe I shouldn't have warned you so I wouldn't have to learn how much of a damn coward and failure you are Alma." Mirabel said and everyone's breath caught at her using her Abuelas first name.

"Do NOT call me that! I am your Abuela!"

"Then fucking ACT LIKE ONE!" A loud resounding crack drew several eyes to Alma's door which was no longer glowing as a large split ran through it.

"You're no Abuela. Not to me at least. You haven't treated me as a member of this family for ten years..you haven't seen me as a member of this family for ten years for something I had no control over."

"You had to have done something! The miracle is strong the Encanto is strong! I have led this town for fifty years! And it's strong!" Alma tried desperately to hold onto anything she could.

"Yeah great job. You're better at leading the village than you are at caring about your family. Congratu-fucking-lations. Not a high bar. But still." Mirabel gave a slow mocking clap.

"Keep telling yourself that as Casita is cracking and falling apart around you." Mirabel said and she turned on her heel and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?!" Alma demanded frantically as everyone began to leave, scared of the rumbling and cracks. Antonio raced over to Mirabel without hesitation and took her uninjured hand in his. The rest of the town kids following him.

"Anywhere as long as it's away from you. Just remember when the house falls around your ears that I tried to warn you. But oh you don't need a warning." Mirabel shot the most mocking smile over her shoulder.

"After all the miracle is strong." Mirabel turned back to the door and ushered all the kids out.

"I'll make sure it's on your tombstone when the house falls on top of you. She died because the Miracle was strong." Mirabel snarked.

"And right under that will be the truth. Alma Madrigal died cause she was too much of a coward to admit something was wrong."

LETS GOOOOOOOOO

We love Mirabel standing up for herself! I always hated seeing fics where no one would call out Alma until the last minute, and nice to see that Mirabel is taking a stand for once. She loves the family, but everyone has their limit. And she reached it. And I’m glad she didn’t stick around and ultimately used and left (with Antonio and the kids, because you know she’d put them first, seeing as they were the only ones who treated her like family and a decent human being.). Mirabel being a boss, AS PER USUAL.

I. LOVE. THIS. Thank you <3

Mirabel, Antonio and the kids after she finished telling Alma off:

#encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #encanto alma #encanto pepa #mamabel #mamabel au #mama mirabel au #my asks are open #my asks

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Jane’s Pets Pt. 33: Hanging by a Threat

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Kit has been spending a lot of time with you. They read to you for hours, filling the silence. They also walk you through exercises you can do to get some movement while bedridden. You’ve been able to communicate yes and no through blinking twice and once, respectively.

Kit gently sets down the book they’ve been reading. “Are you… good?”

It takes you a moment to realize you’re crying. You blink once.

“I know it’s a dumb question, but I can’t really ask what’s wrong. Are you in pain? Well, I know you’re in pain. Are you in more pain than normal? Do you want me to get some ice packs?”

You blink once again. You don’t want them to leave.

“So it’s emotional? Are you sad?”

You don’t know. You blink twice.

“It’ll be okay. I know it sucks right now, but it will get better when you can walk again. We’ll spend lots of time outside and eat lots of… saltines. It’ll be good. There are things to live for.”

You close your eyes.

“Just hang on.” They pick the book back up. “And until things get better, we can pretend we’re in another world. Where were we?”

~-~-

Kitty does not like Puppy. They hate her. They hate the way she waits for permission to eat and sleep and speak, the way she obeys immediately without thought. They hate the way that she doesn’t even seem disgusted with torture, just acts like it’s a fact of life. They hate her.

It’s hard not to feel a little bad for her, though. Especially while they can hear her crying in the other room.

She was made to hold stress positions all day today. She hadn’t even done anything wrong, Jane was just in the mood to see her suffer.

It’s impossible to sleep while she cries in the other room. Kitty gets up.

They make some homemade ice packs and grab a coloring book. All the pictures have been colored in, but the backs of some of the pictures are still blank, ready to be drawn on.

Kitty marches into Puppy’s room and sets the stuff on her bed. “There. You can stop crying now. Let those of us who are allowed to sleep get some rest.”

Kitty leaves the room before they can see Puppy’s face.

They didn’t give her anything to draw with, though. No point in a coloring book if you don’t have anything to color with. Kitty hesitates outside their room. Puppy has stopped crying. They could just go to bed.

Kitty finds a packet of colored pencils and brings them to Puppy’s room.

“I don’t know why I care. I shouldn’t. I don’t like you.”

Puppy nods. She slowly applies the ice packs to her sore muscles. For some reason, her lack of distress pisses them off even more.

“Of course you don’t care what I think. I’m not your master. Why would you care if I like you?”

Puppy shakes her head. There are a lot of things that could mean, but one sticks out more in their mind.

“You… do care?”

Puppy nods.

“Oh.” Kitty sits down next to Puppy. “You don’t act like it.”

Puppy shrugs. She’s really not so bad, up close. Actually talking to her, Kitty realizes she’s not as much a mindless robot as they thought she was.

“…I don’t know why I hate you so much.” They admit. “You’re just- you don’t fight back. You just do what she says, no matter what. Like you really are a puppet. I’m afraid that I’ll become like you.”

The words spill out of their mouth before they can think about it. It’s true though, isn’t it? They’re terrified of ending up like her. Of hitting some breaking point and being unable to fight back. They hate that she represents a possibility of what could happen to Kitty. That she was weak enough. But Puppy herself?

“You’re not so bad.” They whisper, so quietly that they don’t think Puppy can hear them. Puppy wraps an arm around their shoulder, and despite their aversion to touch, they don’t pull away.

~~

Puppy is only alive because of the threats Jane has made, to hurt innocent people if she kills herself. That’s the only reason she’s hanging on. She would’ve killed herself a long, long time ago if not for Jane’s threats.

With Kitty by her side, though, she finds that she’s not that upset about being alive anymore.

A/N: Let me know if I should tag anything else! I hope it was clear that the last two scenes were flashbacks 😅

Tag list: @eatyourdamnpears @ghostsinthecloset

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