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thegnomelord · 4 months

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omg yes for the Ghost fic request you can do prompt 3 instead that would be great, thank you. some angst with a happy ending please

Sure thing dude, sorry this took so long, but a happy xmas to you lol My hyperfixation hyperfixated on this so it's a bit long and expositiony but I'm actually really happy with how this turned out :D Play the game HERE

Prompt: "Tell me how I’m supposed to un-love you, then. Tell me. Spare me.”

CW: NSFW, subbot Ghost, domtop Mreader, angst, misunderstandings, gentle sex, making up kinda, confessions, fwb turned lovers, idiots in love,

Simon's apartment is a picture of painful domesticity; your muddy boots sit neatly next to his by the door, two mugs set next to the coffee maker, two toothbrushes left on the sink only a foot away from different shower products that have long since mixed together into one giant pile, and a dozen more little things that tell anyone with a cursory glance — 'yeah, two people live here'.

When people wonder why you practically live together when you're just casual, you both just say it's convenient (and ignore how fake your answers sound).

After all; Why leave after he's ridden you to both of your completions when you can just settle on the couch and share a drink over a movie? Why should you waste money on a cab to get back to your own flat when you two can just tumble into bed? Why should Simon wake up to an empty and cold flat when he can do so in your arms, your steady heartbeat remind him you're both alive? Why leave in the morning and miss one of the few times Simon's fully relaxed when you can have a lazy morning, laying in bed and enjoying each other's company until the sun's high in the sky?

Why leave at all?

. . . Simon treasures every moment with you as much as he hates it, every second in your presence like a pretty hummingbird singing sweetly in his ear while it drills holes into his skull. Absolute Hell. Utter bliss.

He knows he doesn't deserve you. Knows you don't deserve to have a living corpse crawl back into your arms every night, nothing but a stranger with Simon's face. But you two have known each other so long it's impossible to let you go.

You met as toddlers when you'd nicked his toy, refusing to give it back until he agreed to play with you, and you've been stuck at the hip since. You two were each other's first kiss, fumbling behind the school bleachers, eager and sloppy like inexperienced lads are. First set of blooming hickeys along his collarbones, Simon's ma giving him a knowing look when she'd noticed it amongst the other bruises her no good husband had left on him. First fuck, quick and rough in a dark janitor closet during basic training, burning with need and heat. First—

. . . Simon doesn't know when the word 'Love' first registered in his brain. Maybe when you tore up heaven and hell looking for him. Maybe when you stuck by him when he did his best to scare you off, all rough words and teeth, unable to form one nice word when violence and revenge was all that was left in his head.

He doesn't know when he registered the word. Only that he looks at you whenever you do something mundane and thinks 'yeah. Love. That fits.'

But love has no place in. . . whatever this is. Hell, he's the one who'd set the ground rule when you two were young and dumb, reaffirming it after he'd come back as Ghost. And you'd never fought against it, agreeing to just be fucking casual, there's no way you want anything more than this. He doesn't want to cock it up, doesn't want to take more from you than he's already done, so he swallows all he feels and ignores how it burns his throat, going day by day like nothing's changed.

He wakes in your arms, deeply ingrained training waking him before dawn but the heat of your body keeps him rooted in place. Distantly he can still feel the cold tight confines of that coffin, of maggots wriggling on his skin, but memories of that nightmare float away before his traitorous mind can latch on to them. He lays in bed, head firmly on your chest so he can hear you, see you breathe. Morning comes too soon and you rouse awake, laying a sweet kiss on his forehead before getting out of bed to set the kettle on.

It's domestic.

It's painful.

. . .

You love how Simon looks. You especially love how he looks in his civies, freed of his armor and no longer needing to be guarded at all times, shoulders relaxed and mindlessly looking around as you talk while you browse the store. He's still gruff, and sarcastic, but you love that about him. You loved him long before he said not to tangle emotions in your meaningless bliss and long after he'd come back as Ghost, each unknown scar on his body taking a chip out of your heart.

And you respect his choice. You'll take what you can get and won't give it up even after your corpse has grown cold, hoping that will be enough to drown out the neediness of your heart. You lost him once and it had nearly killed you, you can't lose him again. . .

God, you're pathetic for him.

You meet miss Betty on your way back from the shop. She's your neighbor a few doors down, a sweet old lady who waters your plants when you and Simon are called back into action. You see her struggling with her bags so you hand your own to Simon so you can help her, "Hold this, please?"

"Only because you asked nicely." Simon huffs, but takes the bag without further complaint, walking behind you as you help miss Betty with her shopping, content to listen to you two talk about who knows what. It still amazes him how you've managed to charm all the neighbors Simon rarely spoke to.

"Oh, thank you deary." Miss Betty says as you put her shopping next to her door, holding onto your arm for support. "It's so nice to have a helpful person around here."

"It's not a problem ma'am." You say with a small smile, and fuck if Simon's heart doesn't beat a bit faster at the sight.

"You know," Miss Betty begins. "My grandson's been eyeing you up. And I can see why, you're such a strapping young man."

You feel Simon's gaze fall on you like a dagger, cold, hard, expectant. You try to think of what to say but your words fail you, because while you and Simon aren't in a relationship you can't picture yourself be with anyone else. "I-"

"Oh don't worry deary, I told him he was barking up the wrong tree." Miss Betty cuts you off by giggling like a school girl, "I wouldn't want to separate you two love birds."

The words burning on your tongue escape you before you can filter them. "Yeah, I doubt I could love anyone other than Simon." You clear your throat after, feeling his eyes on you.

Miss Betty just coos. "Oh, to be young and in love." Then she turns, waving her walking stick at Simon like he's an annoying pigeon that flew into her house. "You better treat him properly you big oaf, he's good for you."

Oh, Simon knows. Knows you're too good for him. But all he lets out is a small grunt, and you can't help the surprised laugh that escapes you.

You don't think of what you say next, so far away from a warzone your defenses are lowered. "No need to worry ma'am, he's the love of my life and I can assure you he treats me very well."

There's that word again, and the way it leaves your lips has Simon's heart skipping a beat. Fuck, Simon wants to hear you say it until he's deaf. Wants to hold your jaw closed so you don't speak again and stop making him feel this. Wants to pull you close and throw you out of the window at the same time. Wants— . . . he doesn't know what he wants.

"Oh, well I won't hold you up any more dears." Miss Betty says, patting you on the arm before shuffling back to her apartment with her shopping.

There's an uncomfortable silence between you two while you get back to Simon's flat, neither one of you sure what to say about the damn elephant in the room. You take the bags you'd given him, your back to him as you put them on the counter.

Acting like nothing's wrong. Nothing's changed.

But it has.

"An' you say my heart's rotten." Simon grunts, gruff and harsh, too many thoughts brewing in his head to properly say what he's thinking.

You turn to him, surprise obvious on your face. "What?"

"Lyin' to old ladies." His jaw is tense behind his face mask, which you note he hadn't taken off when the front door had closed, back to being guarded around you, something between Simon and Ghost. "Granted, it was convincing. What, did you take some creative writing lessons from Laswell?"

You stare at him for a few seconds, then you feel your jaw tense as well. "Christ, Simon, what are you on about?" You growl, stomping over to him.

His shoulders tense as you approach, but the scent of your cologne calms his body without his mind's input. "Can't love anyone but me?" He asks, something cold and slimy settling in your stomach when you realize he's repeating your words. "Love of your life am I?" Simon scoffs, the skin around his eyes moving in a sardonic smirk. "You're full of shite."

He doesn't know who he's trying to convince here.

You know you should brush it off, go along and say it was just a joke. Say anything that won't clue him in to your real feelings. Hell, not even saying a thing would be good.

But you just have to open your mouth.

"I wasn't lying about that Simon." You say suddenly, open, honest, your eyes meeting his.

Silence stretches long enough to have your nerves crackle with static, your body needing something instead of the nothing he gives you. Then Simon lets out a short, dry laugh, like your words are just a joke.

"Quit it." He huffs, doesn't meet your eyes because looking at you and entertaining the idea that he could have something more with you fucking hurts. "'m not up for your focking jokes." He grows, turning to leave,

Something inside you makes you move before your mind can comprehend it, grabbing his hand to stop him, "Simon I love you damn it!"

Your words are like a slap to the face for him. Simon freezes like a cornered deer, thousands of thoughts darkening his eyes, brows furrowed like he doesn't know whether to be angry or not. "But we—'

"—we agreed, I know. I fucking know." You hiss and damn it you can feel tears prickle your eyes like needles, "But I fucking love you, been in love with you for years and I know we agreed not to but—" You're babbling now, each word leaving your chest feeling raw like an open wound, the weight on your shoulders lessening but it only draws the noose tighter. "—just tell me how I'm supposed to un-love you, then. Tell me. Spare me."

Silence greets you as you stare into his eyes, that same static gnawing on your nerves the longer he just looks at you without a word, searching for something in your eyes he expects not to find.

But he does.

He spares you, pulls you by the clothes so his lips can crash onto yours, holding you close like you'll disappear. The kiss is sloppy and desperate just as it had been when you'd been hiding behind the school bleachers, all teeth and tongue and care.

Eventually the need for air breaks you two apart, but Simon refuses to let you go far. His rough hands hug you close as he rests his forehead against yours, pupils blown wide. ". . .love me, huh?" He says under his breath, as if he can't believe it.

"Yeah." You breathe out and wrap your own arms around him till there's not an inch of space between your chests, hearts beating fast like war drums but in such a rhythm you'd be fooled to think you share one. "Do you?"

Simon swallows, his throat dry, but the words slide smoothly off his tongue. "Yeah." He says, letting you pull him back into a kiss. It's sweeter this time, calmer, no longer rushing to feel the other. He melts against you, a low sound building in his throat as the sensations of you wrap his mind in silk, the taste, the feel, the scent, all of it making his mind fuzzy. All his now.

You lose track of time, stealing gulps of air between kisses as your minds drown in the other, your bodies moving on their own. You don't know how you end up in the bed but you do, your skin prickling with goosebumps as Simon's body presses against your own.

You part to catch your breath, Simon's head falling back on the pillow with your name leaving his lips like a prayer. He's underneath you, eyes hooded and short hair ruffled, and while usually he'd push you back and wrestle for control, this time he just melts into the sheets, lets you do as you want.

"Fuck-" Simon growls as you kiss down his neck, his blunt nails scratching your scalp as reward for the little hickeys you leave on his throat. Your hands roam across his body, leaving lingering trails of burning heat. "Love, please hurry up." He breathes out, cock already rock hard from just a few kisses and heavy touches.

"Right," You say, because that's all your brain can conjure up at the moment. Blindly reaching for the lube you trail kisses down his front, your lips tracing every scar along the way, his legs easily parting so you can settle between them. You can't help but look him over again, all relaxed and eager for you, chest rising and falling like he's a racehorse. "God you're fucking pretty."

A deep flush spreads from Simon's ears down to his hickey marked shoulders, a little smile tugging on the corner of his lip. "Just pretty?"

"Beautiful." You breathe out against his abdomen, rubbing your fingers together to warm the lube. "So handsome." You don't miss how his cock twitches, your lips following his happy trail. "Charming." You hum against the tip of his cock, tongue lolling out to lick at his slit. "Bloody bewitching." His hips buck into your mouth as your fingers slowly circle his puckered rim, putting just a bit of pressure at first. "Irresistible." His body yields, the tense muscles of his rim going lax and letting you slide a finger in.

A low and long groan escapes his chest, eyes fluttering shut as he savors the stretch, tight walls clenching in the rhythm of his breaths. "Read a dictionary, did you?" Simon smirks, heart warm and floaty at the way you wait for him to relax after the intrusion before you move, at the way you look at him when your exploring finger brushes his prostate and makes him moan. "Such a focking charmer."

"Just for you." You chuckle, lightly sucking on his cockhead to make him forget about the lingering pain, your ears pricked to hear every little groan and unabashed moan leaving his lips. "Can you handle two?" You ask, your second finger resting against his rim without trying to push in.

He growls like an animal and pushes his hips down on your hand, "You're sleeping on the couch if you don't hurry up." He warns at your question, his harsh glare softened by the heavy flush across his face and his hooded eyes.

"Not the dog house." You say in mock fear, swallowing his leaking cock a third of the way down in one go as you push your second finger in, your thumb rubbing the space between his balls and ass so his prostate is trapped on both ends.

"Shite-" Simon's hips twitch up, beads of precum painting your tongue as his legs spread open more. "-you wanker." His insult is light, head rolling back as he grounds his hips down in an attempt to chase after that spine numbing pleasure your fingers bring.

Pulling back enough to murmur "Love you too." against his tip you take him into your mouth again. You can't measure how good it feels to say those words honestly instead of sarcastically, your own arousal forgotten as you work him open on your fingers, the constant pressure on his prostate making a small stream of precum bead down your throat.

Simon floats in heaven for, he doesn't know how long, the pleasure making his brain melt through his dick, unable to stop the soft sounds escaping his throat. He cracks an eye open when the tightness in his stomach becomes apparent, barely able to stave off his orgasm when he sees his cock throbbing between your lips.

Your name comes out slurred as he tugs on your hair, "Need you. Now." A little bit of his usual demanding nature comes out, but even then it's born out of desperation to feel you rather than the need to be in control.

You let him pull you off his cock, placing gentle kisses on his thick thighs as you pull your fingers out of his stretched hole. "You have me."

You go to grab a condom but he stops you, too aroused to be embarrassed by his eagerness. "You don't- my physical, I'm clean. If you want, I mean-"

You furrow your brows, your chest tight with how big your heart feels. You could never hide how sick you'd feel at the thought of Simon being intimate with someone else, even when you'd never agreed to be exclusive. "We did physicals nearly three months ago, you haven't. . .?"

He shakes his head, "No," Suddenly he tenses up, his jaw tight like he's expecting bad news. "Have you?" His tone isn't judgmental, but you can hear the edge of hurt.

"No. No. No!" Quick to dispel his thoughts you lean over to kiss him like he's a bout of fresh air and you've been drowning for years. It's not too far from the truth. "You're the only one I've ever. . .done that with." You murmur against his lips, earning yourself another kiss as he pulls down by a hand on the back of your neck.

"Good." Simon tuts, proud, hiking one leg around your waist to pull you closer, your cocks rubbing together. "Fuck me already." He grumbles, his strong arms wrapped around your neck.

"Right, yeah." Despite how many times you've done this suddenly you feel like a fucking virgin, your hands trembling slightly as you lube up your cock. You press the tip against his slick hole, forcing you to bite your lip as you start to push your hips. "Just relax, yeah?"

"Yeah." Simon breathes out, feeling pressure of your cockhead against his hole. You both groan when your cockhead pops inside him, your lips on his making him forget about the lingering sting. "Shite, so good for me." Simon hums, looking at you with hooded eyes. Usually he relishes the sting and burn sex with you brings, but he's so loose and lubed the pain is barely a prickle at the back of his skull and he finds himself getting addicted to the unfiltered pressure and weight of your cock inside him.

"Simon," You say, clenching your teeth as you try to keep still so he can get used to you, holding his hips for dear life. "Can I- please I need."

"Focking move it," He nods his head, his head rolling back from the sensation of you moving inside him, your cock brushing against his walls as you push inside him inch by inch until you're fully inside him.

Your nerves a live wire from how tight and hot his hole is, forcing you to rest your head on the pillow next to his as you try to gather your self-control; you'll be damned if you cum before him.

"I'm good." Simon tugs on your scalp, your lips meeting in a lopsided kiss. You pull away to rest your forehead against his, his eyes blown wide and hooded, something about this position so intimate it melts your heart. "Hurry up, 'm not going to last long." He confesses, his walls clenching down on your length.

Words escape you so you just nod your head, slowly pulling your hips back before pushing back in, Simon meeting you half way so your cock can lay consistent pressure on his prostate. You two move like one, your senses full of sex and heat, your ears ringing with Simon's low moans and groans. Moving your hand down you stroke him in time with your thrusts, earning yourself even more moans. Usually Simon's so quiet in bed, but now he lets it all out so freely, low growls and huffs and small 'ah, ah, ah's breathed into your ear with every small movement of your hips.

Your pace picks up as your orgasm approaches, your cock bashing against his prostate with all the subtlety of a tank. "Shite-" Simon throws his head back to moan, leaving his throat open for your teeth to lay even more hickeys. "-I, fuck, yeah, that's the spot- just- I need-" His voice turns higher pitched and needy, his body moving with the force of your thrusts, powerful arms pulling you even closer so his teeth can clamp down on your shoulder.

Simon cums with a shout that's muffled into the meat of your shoulder, whole body shaking like a leaf in the wind as he paints both of your stomach's white with his cum, his hole clenching down and pulling you along with him. You cum inside him and moan, collapsing on top of him, completely exhausted.

The silence of the bedroom is broken up by your haggard breathing, both of your bodies sweaty and hot. You tilt your head just enough to catch the way Simon looks at you, like a content cat that knows he's safe, and shit if that doesn't melt your heart, nothing will.

"God, that was something else." You say to break the silence, trying to pull out when you feel yourself soften but your attempts are stopped quickly, Simon grumbling something under his breath as he hugs you closer. "What?" You ask.

He throws a light glare your way, but his eyelids droop with exhaustion. "Don't." He says, relaxing when you stop what you're doing. "Want to feel you." He says; it's the most intelligent thing his mind can conjure up right now.

A gentle smile tugs on your lips. "Right." You lean down to share another kiss with him, this one sweet and slow, his tongue gently liking your lips as a way to ask for entrance— why rush when you've got all the time in the world?

The exhaustion weighing on your bones and Simon saccharine kisses lull you to sleep soon enough, your body like a weighted blanket on top of him. "Love you," You mumble just before your eyes close.

Simon fights against his own fatigue for a few more minutes, relishing the feeling of being connected in such a primal way, with you in him and around him. He takes in your sleeping face with blurry eyes.

Yeah. Love. That fits.

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sharedramblings · 1 year

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Solace is Found in You; Solace is You

Summary: Sleeping with each other is the best kind of sleep.

Author's note: Just a little something that I successfully finished because apparently my brain doesn't want me to accomplish anything.

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Finally.

That was all she can think about once she's inside your quarters. Larissa was careful in her movements, painfully aware that it's possibly midnight at the very least. She didn't know if you're still awake so it's best to be cautious, her feet silently moving towards the bedroom.

Her fond, small smile was accompanied by tiredness from the day when she saw your sleeping form, your head the only part of your body peeking out of the blanket. She can imagine one of your hand resting on her side of the bed, something she noticed you doing when she's not in there to occupy it.

She crossed what little distance was left to come near you, placing a light and short kiss on your temple. The tiny sigh she heard you produce after made her eyes soften more. Even when you're asleep, you don't fail to react to her affections.

After that, Larissa went on autopilot, freeing her hair from her usual updo before changing into her nightwear. She finished her night routine of removing her make up and applying her skincare routine as quickly yet as adequately as possible, wanting to join you in bed without any more delay.

You're almost always successful in waiting for her on days like this, even though she tells you multiple times on multiple occasions that you don't need to. But tonight your own fatigue won and knocked you out, and you weren't entirely sure if you even fought against it.

"Hi" you whispered, groggy from sleep, your arm sluggishly lifting the cover to welcome her in bed when she's on her side of the mattress, finally ready to lay with you. Larissa's heart almost dropped to her stomach in shock when she heard you, oblivious that you've roused from sleep.

"Hi, darling. Did I wake you?" she murmured while she settled beside you, fixing the blanket so it can cover you both.

You just shake your head slightly, hoping she can understand it. "Can't... really sleep... w'out you" your voice was still thick with sleep and exhaustion that your words come out slurred.

"I'm here now. Go back to sleep" you simply hummed, your body still not conscious enough for your brain and mouth to produce proper words consistently. You snuggle in her warmth, sighing at the peacefulness and comfort her closeness brings.

Larissa's entire body relaxes the moment she's surrounded by your touch. Your arm enclosed her by her waist, your legs entwined with hers, and your head was positioned near her chest and she can feel your little exhales of breath in her skin. She's no longer the headmistress of Nevermore Academy at this instance, no. She's now the part of her that's outside her responsibilities as the principal, outside of work, and outside of everything it involves. The part where she's simply a woman in her lover's embrace. Her absolute favorite part of her life.

"Missed you." You were fighting your drowsiness to tell her that. You haven't seen each other much today, and it's only the beginning. Today marks the month that Larissa's busier than usual, with events and meetings and even more paperwork to deal with. You understood that it comes with the job, and you let her do her thing until you deem that intervention is needed. On some days you'll coax her into resting for a while, whether it be just a few minutes of moving her eyes away from everything or taking naps. On others, you set up a surprise date, leave a note in her desk, bring her a pick me up to cheer her up, cuddles, kisses, words of encouragement.

"I missed you too, sweetheart" she kisses you on the crown of your head, breathing in your scent while she's at it.

As a final act with the last energy left in your semi-conscious state, you tilt your head upwards, lips in a pout while your eyes remain closed. Your movements made her curious so she went to look down on you, immediately smiling at your adorableness. She gave you a quick peck on the lips, then you move your head back in place.

"G'night, Ri."

"Good night, darling"

Sleep quickly snuck up on her right after that, and her eyes shut closed as she succumbed to it willingly, allowing herself to get washed away in your embrace after such a long, hectic day.

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader

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grumelot123 · 3 months

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"I'm trying so hard to hate you" PART 3! ARRIVES FINALLY!

I AM SO SORRY! I GOT A FEVER LAST NIGHT AT LIKE 10pm (the time i tried to finish this) AND FELT LIKE SHIT ALL DAY!

Tw:A little bit of smut(heavily kissing mostly), and this one ends in some angst...sorry!

As we went up into the elevator Aziraphale started almost..fidgeting? I guess he seemed more into deep thought than fidgeting, but not as if something was wrong. Just almost as if he's been thinking..? I'm not sure what he was worried abo-

OH SHIT ARMAGEDDON-

I have been so caught up in just being with my boyfriend, the joy of it and all, and forgot about the world ending?

"Aziraphale..are you alright?"

Azi Pov

I was in deep thought for the past 30 seconds while really blocking out the fact that Crowley was standing right beside me-

"Aziraphale..are you alright?"

"Oh- yeah I'm fine sorry my brain kind of went somewhere else.."

"Is it about Armageddon? Cause me and you usually work things out there really is no need to be worried at the momen-"

As he was talking I realized a couple things. I hadn't even thought about Arma-bloody-geddon since the moment we got into the car. Instead I was daydreaming like a teenage boy about what tonights sleeping arrangements could lead too. I mean me and Crowley have quite obviously kissed before, and it's not like I was afraid too it's just that..it's all so new and my heart practically jumps out of me when thinking about my lover.

"Er, no Crowley I wasn't thinking about Armageddon to be honest. Quite frankly, the hard parts already done"

"Oh? And what's that?"

"Getting you to say yes. Which worked out better than I planned. In all honest I'd thought I'd have to offer someone else to do this whole thing with you, cause it's not like you like me or anything." I said with probably a bit to much amusement in my voice.

"You little shit. If you keep talking about what you may have had to do to get me to come with you, I'm going to push every single button in this elevator, multiple times, until you apologize." He said..sounding a bit to serious for my liking.

"Okay! Ok! I'm sorry!"

Crowley Pov

As we walked to the hotel room I wondered how tonight would end...because I could think of a few ways, some dirty, some not so much, but what was Aziraphale thinking?

When we had actually got in there and shut the hotel room door behind us, Aziraphale stood there rather awkwardly deciding on what to do.

"This really doesn't have to be awkward Angel...just lie down. We are both exhausted and need the sleep. I won't try anything."

"I wouldn't have a problem if you did try anything"

He said then looked at me and gave me the most giddy happy smile I've ever seen and went and lied down..on the right side of the bed.

"I called right side on the way up"

"Only way to get me to move, is to move me, I'm tired"

So I did what any good friend, boyfriend would do and i dragged his ass off the bed.

"Right side is mine"

"You just so happen to be mine Crowley, let me lay down now please"

So maybe..he has been having some of the same thoughts as me, some naughty instead? But...

I was fucking speechless, I- what. I mean this, this is not a bad thing at all, I'm just fucking speechless.

It's not like this is all new.

Cause I mean, I am his.

I rolled to the left side of the bed.

(break in the story because I have 2 things to say CROWLEY BEING A SIMP IS CANON, IT'S GIVING DURING THE FIRST ARMAGEDDON WHEN AZIRAPHALE WAS LIKE "If you don't fix this, I'll...I'll never speak to you again!" and Crowley just took his happy ass and went on and did just that. And the other thing I was going to say is, I know it seems like they don't care about Armageddon but they don't really know if it's bad yet and they're to busy being in love to care)

SORRY BACK TO THE STORY!

AZI POV!

He actually went to the left side-

We really should be thinking about Armageddon right now but I can't bring myself to bring up the conversation at this moment. But I have had a question that's been bugging me all day.

"Crowley..why did you forgive me?"

Silence. He didn't say anything for a minute straight and I had almost thought he went to sleep but then.

"Because, well it hurt."

"What?"

"I hurt. Well I loved you...I love you so much it hurts. It burns inside me. It's like a craving I can't get enough of. You are something, I can't get enough of. Because I tried, believe me I tried so hard to forget you, to forget the feeling but I genuinely couldn't."

I should've said something sentimental or heartwarming back but all that came out was.

"That was hot."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"No I think you said something" He moved closer to me. "I want to know if you meant it though"

I moved my head to look at him..to look into those eyes. His eyes.

"Your eyes."

"Huh?"

"You said that you loved me so much that it hurts. That you tried to forget me. But I knew I couldn't forget you. And it always had something to do with those beautiful eyes of yours. That's what I tried to forget. Not only your eyes but your smile..and your voice. But it was impossible. Everytime I tried to forget anything about you, I did the opposite, I just thought about that certain thing..all day."

"And apparently what I said was hot"

We both actually burst out laughing. It was like tension lifted off my shoulders. This is night is just too good to ruin it talking about Armageddon.

Crowley Pov

As we were both laughing, I got to get a good look at Aziraphale, like up close. He seemed stressed. Like just how stiff he was. Which is understandable with him being sUprEmE arChaNgel and all but still.

Since tonight was most likely going to be our last night of peace and quiet for the moment.

I leaned in to kiss him, kind of nervous he'd dodge me and tell me to go to bed. But instead he kissed back even more eager than I was.

In the midst of it all I ended up straddled on his lap , holding on to the headboard, and just full on making out with him. I honestly got to lost in the kiss and ended up rubbing right over his...well you get what I'm saying.

He let out an almost whimper, then fully stopped moving, I was worried he was mad, but he didn't seem to care. He looked at me, and I wondered what he wanted me to do.

"Do you want t-"

"No, I want to wait. As something to look forward to after all, whatever this is."

"Okay"

And with that we went back to just kissing and melting into each others touched, shamelessly breathing heavily and just not coming up for air more than needed. After what felt like hours, we both started to get pretty tired. He layed back and I layed on his chest.

And fell asleep just like that.

In the middle of the night there was this almost loud screeching noise. But I felt like I couldn't move, as if I was paralyzed. I could move my eyes and in front of me was just Aziraphale but he looked pissed. But it was like it wasn't Aziraphale. I think I was dreaming? He just stood there and started yelling at me.

"You know I never loved you?, I'm using you, you're nothing, all you'll ever be to me is a fallen angel. I hate you. I've only ever been friends with you because it was for my benefit. It's fucking unbelievable that you'd ever think me, an angel, would ever fall for a demon like you. You're one of the bad guys, you've always been. No ones ever loved you. It'll always be like that."

"W-what?"

He's never acted like this, at all. He started walking towards the door to leave.

"No, no wait Aziraphale come back, I can change I can be better. I'll do anything, even if you're not happy with me. You want another lover? That's fine but please just stay with me. I can be better. I swear, Im sorry plea-"

"Crowley? Wake up, hey?"

I opened my eyes to Aziraphale holding me. My eyes felt puffy, I had a headache, and I was definitely shaking. I was sobbing uncontrollably and couldn't seem to get many words out.

"Aziraphale?" My voice still came out in choked sobs no matter how hard I tried to control it.

"Bad dream?" He looked at me, but like really looked at me with care and love in his eyes. His grip on me was firm, worried on what my next reaction would be.

"Yea..m'fine m'sorry for waking you" I said, still sniffing and sort of crying

"Hey, don't be sorry, it wasn't in your control, what happened in your dream?"

What if he feels the same way he did in the dream? It sounds silly but what if those are his true feelings or what if he met somebody else? No, he's my boyfriend now. He couldn't lie about that surely?

"It was dumb, I don't even know why I was crying" I said, sleep was already creeping up on me, yesterday's events took more of a toll on me than I thought.

"Not dumb, dear Crowley. Anything that makes you cry could never be dumb. But I won't force you to tell me, okay? How about you just come lay on my side of the bed?" He added the bit in at the end with a lopsided smile. How could I say no?

"M'kay...but hey angel?"

"Yea?"

"Where do we even start tomorrow..its 2:30am...where do we start today when trying to stop Armageddon?"

We've been so wrapped up in ourselves we forgot about the world ending, that says something, but I'm just gonna ignore that.

"I think we start at Anathema's house, yeah? She might have a good idea of what's going on."

"Oh..mmm...yea" Sleep was practically gluing my eyelids shut. I need at least 4 more hours in Aziraphale arms before tomorrow. Big day and all.

AZIRAPHALE POV

As I layed there, Crowley in my arms sleeping soundly. The room pretty much quiet. I felt like everything was..perfect.

I don't want to ever leave this room again. Tomorrow is not going to be the best of days I have a feeling, but me and Crowley will get through it. I mean always do.

Right?

END

Again I am so sorry it took me so long to finish this I had a fever last night and ended up throwing up this morning and just have not been in the writing mood.

But uh...Part 4 tonight or tomorrow anyone?

#good omens #crowly x aziraphale #ineffable husbands #angst with a happy ending #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #hotel? trivago

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arminsumi · 1 year

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AOT boys reactions accidentally walking in on you changing?

Oh my! („ಡωಡ„)

A lil' oopsie with the boys

With; Eren, Armin, Levi, Zeke, Reiner, Bertholdt, Jean

Who is too flustered to speak, and who unashamedly checks you out?

Cws; slightly sexual themes, nakedness

Armin

As soon as he lays eyes on your half-naked body, his brain short-circuits. His thoughts are a buzzing mess.

For a second he's too flustered by your half-nakedness to say anything, but he quickly stutters out an innocent apology. Even the pitch of his voice is a little higher, almost squeaky.

His whole face is red, redder than you've ever seen anyone's face, even his ears are burning.

He either shuts his eyes immediately or he looks straight upwards, because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were- I'm sorry! Um!"

Turns around like he has no idea what to do. Your silhouette is burning bright in his mind, you bet he'll never forget this (and he'll curl up in embarrassment in bed at like 3 AM about it)

Eren

He's not sure what to do?? Like he just stands there, almost observing you. Then something clicks in those deadpan eyes and he apologizes for walking in on you.

"Sorry." He says, you know, in that smooth rumbling voice.

To you he looks unphased after just seeing you practically naked, but trust me his mind is a bounce house of unholy thoughts.

Levi

"Oh, excuse me." He says coolly.

His expression barely changes from its calm resting state, but you do notice how his one brow flicks up curiously for a second.

He just slides right back out of the room, and he's not embarrassed at all. Battles down his unholy thoughts by trying to think of more mundane things, but he'll get distracted and start thinking of your hips.

Zeke

"Hey, Y/n- ah, sorry, is this a bad time?" Zeke laughs a little, and looks away respectfully, which is the most difficult thing he's forced himself to do in his whole life.

He leaves and lets you finish changing, contemplating your body outside your room, and waits to apologize to you.

Reiner

Okay, he's a mess. An absolute, maladroit mess. His brain just can't compute how to handle this situation, so he stands there looking at you for a still moment.

A stutter of surprise escapes his throat, and when you say something, that's when his brain reboots.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to. I'll... let you be." He says, and then leaves.

He's so disoriented after the whole experience that you can see it in his eyes and how he behaves. Blushes a lot when he sees you again!

Bertholdt

Well, lets just say he apologizes even more profusely than Armin. He's so startled that he jumps, kinda like a rabbit in fright.

His apologies are a mess, too. Totally rambles about how sorry he is for invading your privacy.

"I'm sorry! Sorry, I didn't know you were changing, uh- wow... I mean, sorry! I'll go-"

Jean

Yes. Yes he is the one who unashamedly checks you out. He's not flustered or anything, he just smirks and clicks his tongue.

"Well damn! Lookin' good..." He compliments honestly, "Don't mind me."

He just slips out of your room after that, smirking to himself for the rest of the day. Really wishes he could smugly rub it in the other's faces that he saw you half-naked, but refrains from it.

#armin #eren #levi #zeke #reiner #bertholdt #jean #fluff #aot #snk #armin arlert #eren jaeger #zeke jaeger #x reader #x you #aot x you

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rachelsfav-queer · 15 days

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Omegaverse VampRavenWolf with a twist. Only furs have rankings. Normies and other outcasts don’t.

Enid has newly presented as an Alpha, and woke up one day to having a penis. Wednesday of course, is thrilled (for study, of course 😉). Anyways, one day, Enid is hard and it just won’t go away. She’s awkwardly walking around all day trying to hide it but it just won’t go down, no matter how many times she jerks off.

Eventually, Wednesday notices her predicament. Maybe it’s after fencing club when she notices that Enid has waited for everyone to change and leave and upon returning, finds Enid nude from the lower half, literally begging for it to go down. Wednesday makes her presence known, much to Enid’s mortification, but when Wednesday asks what her problem is, Enid explains… so Wednesday offers some assistance.

Cue Wednesday giving Enid a blowjob in the shower stalls. However… she’s not good at it. She doesn’t know how to do it, she’s clumsy, and Enid is too nice to tell Wednesday it isn’t working. Only she doesn’t have to because they’re interrupted by Yoko, who’s been waiting for Enid as they were supposed to meet up. She sees Wednesday struggling and literally offers her some help. She gets down on her knees and joins her and begins to guide Wednesday on how to suck a girl off (she’s a vampire who’s been around for years. She’s definitely been with an Alpha at some point). She holds Wednesday gently by the back of the head and literally guides her with her own hands, sometimes removing Wednesday from Enid’s cock to show her how to do it herself (‘No, Wednesday. Like this, with your tongue.’)

And that’s how Enid finds herself getting sucked off by her two best friends in the showers of the school changing rooms. And part of her alpha brain kicks in because when she gets close to finishing, she really wants to cum on their faces (it’s an Alpha thing) and take a photo… so they let her.

OH. MY. GODS. ANOOONNNNNN!!!!!!

holy fuck, I actually don't have anything to add. I mean, I'll try my best but holy shit. This is fucking incredible.

Anyway, onto my desperate attempt to add something worthwhile to this perfection

So, I'm getting from this that Wednesday starts off sort of overconfident but loses that confidence and begins getting shy and slightly embarrassed (and also even more turned on from her embarrassment) when Yoko basically takes over and is guiding her on how to pleasure Enid. Enid of course is too wrapped up in her pleasure to notice, but Yoko sure does and decides to have some fun later on.

The girls all decide to sleep in Wednesday and Enid's dorm that night and because Enid's too exhausted, Yoko holds off on her idea until the next morning. She manages to wake up before the personification of "morning person" Enid Sinclair and starts getting everything ready. She tiptoes over to her bag to grab some lingerie she hid and gets dressed. Then, she moves over to Wednesday, laying in her bed, and carefully slides on top of her.

She's more than confident that the seer's already awake, she probably woke up at the same time that Yoko did, with her hyper-awareness of the third sharing their dorm that night. So Yoko doesn't waste any time on pretenses and plants a kiss directly on Wednesday's lips, making the shorter girl open her eyes and glare at the vampire.

Wednesday is about to question Yoko when the taller girl plants another kiss to her lips, silencing her for a moment and establishing clearly who was going to be in charge during this particular engagement. Yoko smirks as she sits back up and speaks in a hushed tone in order to avoid waking the werewolf on the other side of the room, "So tell me, yesterday was your first time, wasn't it? Doing anything sexual with someone else? Never mind two people?"

Wednesday scowls in embarrassment, her face tinting with a light red blush. "I hav-" Wednesday pauses, finding it pointless to argue, "Yes..."

Yoko relents a bit, recognizing the vulnerability Wednesday's currently showing. "Hey, don't be embarrassed about it. You're not the only person in the world that's lost their virginity after all," Yoko chuckles and shakes her head, "I remember my first time, I literally pissed myself due to nerves. Luckily, she was into that, so it worked out." Yoko laughs at the memory, but focuses back on the moment and the still very anxious girl below her, though now, Wednesday seems to have lost some of that anxiety, replaced by curiosity. "Oh no, I'm not telling that whole story now. I'll save it for another day, how's that?"

"Agreeable," Wednesday says simply, finding herself loosening up slowly in the vampire's cool presence, literal and figurative.

With that out of the way, and the tension slowly releasing from the women, Yoko decides to get to the point, "So, how about I show you the ropes, figuratively, of course. Enid already showed you the literal ropes yesterday," the vampire snickers at her joke and she swears she saw Wednesday fighting back a smirk as well, "Anyway, I'll give you a little beginner's guide, so to speak, and... I'll get you nice and ready for when Enid wakes up. Cause trust me, girlie, alpha werewolves always wake up horny, so you gotta be prepared. Luckily, there's two of us!"

Wednesday's eyes widen at what Yoko implied at the end of her ramble, but shakes it off to consider later. "Alright, show me."

Once again, Yoko chuckles and begins to work her way underneath Wednesday's blankets. Once they're both covered by the sheets, Yoko pulls the seer's sleep shorts down teasingly slow, and once they're off, she hovers right above Wednesday's pussy, already wet from the anticipation, "Okay, Wednesday! This first lesson is gonna be more effective with me." And with that, Yoko wraps her lips around Wednesday's clit, starting a very long morning for the raven.

End <3

#anon ask #ask answered #vampravenwolf #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #yoko tanaka #alpha enid sinclair #abo dynamics #18+ content #18+ only #my writing

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thedevilsdom · 1 year

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dys x reader, dom reader, sub dys, slight voyeurism kink, phone sex

Sometimes you're the most amazing, most helpful person in the world. Sometimes you're pure evil.

Dys was on the receiving end of the latter today.

He'd taken a buggy out into the wilds to do some exploration, the tall, orange and mint green trees rising high into the sky around him. You were at home, tending to your duties as a professor of engineering. Unfortunately, you weren't able to join him this time, but from his assumption, school must have let out for the day.

Why would he assume that?

Probably from the nude you'd just sent him.

Your usually neat and clean teacher's outfit has been unbuttoned, and your pants unzipped, exposing your underwear and chest. Just a small tease, but it was already enough to have his mind racing. No matter how long you've been together, or what you've done with each other, he still had a... Virginal air about him. This was something you loved to take advantage of whenever you could.

He sends you a message while he steps through the forest. "really?"

You respond by slipping your shirt down off your shoulders and taking a better photo of your chest. He's thankful that nobody can see how red his face is all the way out here. He tosses a glance around him, making sure that Utopia is nowhere to be seen, before he ducks behind a thick trunked tree.

"Are you serious?" He sends back. You respond with a simple "of course I am", and a picture of your thumb hooked beneath your underwear and pants.

He can feel his cock getting hard in his pants. It's utterly shameful. He unbuttons the front of them and pulls his zipper down just as you send another photo, this one of your ass in your underwear, raised while you lay on your stomach in bed. You add the caption "I wish you were here to beg for the privilege to touch me❤️"

Dys can't even think, his fingers move on his holopalm faster than his brain can catch up, "Please" and he's humiliated afterwards that he sent that. Then in comes your response that has his cock growing hard and straining in his underwear.

"There's my good boy"

He shoves his hand down into his underwear, goosebumps growing up his arm at the sensation of contact. He can't believe that you're teasing him like this, when he's out in the wilds. He's knowledgeable on the wildlife, but even he doesn't know absolutely everything that roams around out here. He could get caught by something! The adrenaline made him want it even more. With his shaky free hand, he uses his holopalm to take a photo of himself with his hand down his pants and send it to you.

His hand is painfully dry, his leaking pre is helping but it's not enough. He wants your mouth. He wants your anything. His holopalm dings with another message from you. No, not a message. A call. He can't find it in himself to deny the call. Your voice rings resonant in his earpiece.

"HI, baby," You hum from the other side of the call. The only response you receive is a small, choked gasp. "Oh, you poor thing."

He whimpers.

"Did my darling get all needy from my pictures? You really don't have much self control, do you?" You say. Dys has always been a man of few words, one who would focus on one thing and chase that with no regard for anything else until he collapsed. That included you, the only person he could trust, the only one he could give control up to.

"I can't help it..." he whines from the other side of the call.

"It hasn't even been that long since the last time I helped you cum!" You giggle. "What if someone found you? What if Utopia spotted you? Or Sym?"

Dys can't stop the cry that punches out of him. He hurriedly claps a hand over his mouth while his other hand picks up speed against his cock. The idea of Sym finding him in such a state was addicting.

“Do you think he’d like the way I control you? Like my precious little doll?” You muse. Dys finds himself nodding, even though you can’t see him, his hair rubbing against the rough bark of the tree trunk he’s leaning on. “Ooh, do you think he’d want to join in?”

Dys’ legs can’t keep himself up anymore, even with the assistance of the tree behind him. He slides down, sitting ashamed on the forest floor.

“He might want to take the reins and boss you around a bit. He’d probably think of all sorts of creative positions to put you in! Or maybe he could be my pet too. I could order you to play with each other!”

He’s getting close. Shamefully close, all too quick. He’s gonna make an absolute mess in his underwear. He’ll have to drive back with his shorts full of cum. He’ll have to check back into the colony and try to keep himself from giving away how wrecked he just got.

“I’m gonna-!” He gasps out, hips fucking into his hand, chasing his release.

“No.”

With a yelp, he pulls his hand out of his underwear like he was burned. His cock throbs and twitches, desperate to cum.

“Wh-why?” He sobs. His body feels like it’s on fire, he can’t take this!

“Just because,” He can imagine you laying on the bed, kicking your feet. “How fun would it be if I made you walk back into the colony all hard for me?”

“I can’t- I can’t!” He squeaks. That would be too much, you know it would be too much. But it still made his blood rush and heart race all the same. The idea of doing something so humiliating, like he was some teenage boy… He supposes that he doesn’t really care about what the colony thinks of him so…

“Oh my god, are you thinking about it?” You sound incredulous. You know that he gets off on the shame, if you do it right. “You’re so naughty!”

“Sh-shut up!” Dys’ legs and fingers are trembling, he wants to keep jerking off, you’ve gotten him so keyed up and all that energy has nowhere to go.

“I won’t make you do that, baby, not this time at least.”

He breathes a sigh of relief, tinged with just a little bit of disappointment.

“You’ve been good, darling. You can cum for me, but I want you to describe how it feels.”

He slips his hand back down and starts rubbing again. He usually doesn’t have much to say, so it’ll be a struggle, but he doesn’t want you to make him stop again. And he wants to arouse you like how you do to him.

“It’s ah- it feels good,” He whines, “I want your hand though… I wish you were here, I nngh- it feels tight inside me, I wanna cum for you-”

“Yeah? Good boy, I wish I could be giving you little bite marks on your thighs, I know how much that drives you crazy.” You swear you can hear the sound of shifting fabric and skin against skin through your holopalm.

“I’m gonna cum I’mgonnacumpleaseletmecumforyou-”

“You can cum, baby.”

Dys cries out into the forest as his cock throbs in his hand, thighs trembling, he squirts cum into his boxers and watches as it wells up and spills through the fabric. His hips twitch forward again and again with each little spurt, each drop that pushes through his underwear, nothing more than soft moans and babbling leaving his lips. If he hadn’t already slid down onto the floor, he would have collapsed.

You hear his shaky breath through the call, his chest rising and falling.

“That’s my good boy.” He can hear your sultry smile in your voice, “You’re so precious, my darling.”

Dys wants nothing more than to curl up against you. He wants to be with you, he wants to feel safe like how he does when he’s with you. You must have heard his little squeaky sob while he buttoned his pants back up, because your voice filled his earpiece again.

“Come back home to me, baby.”

#iwatex #dys #dys exocolonist #dys x reader #my writing #i was a teenage exocolonist #top reader #dom reader

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sweaterkittensahoy · 6 days

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Prompt idea: We all know Crosby can’t sing, but nobody knows that Bubbles can sing quite well

Bubbles has a beautiful singing voice. When he was in Basic, the joke was that Payne not only looked like an angel, but he sang like one. He sang when they ran. He sang when they did push-ups. He sang when they hiked.

But when it came to navigator school, there just aren't places to sing. Bubbles and the other nav trainees prefer silence so they can concentrate. There's some common noises: throat clearings, chairs squeaking, pencils being sharpened, but nothing above a very quiet murmur from any of them in training.

The first time Harry panics and curls into a ball and stares at nothing, Bubbles curls around him without thinking. It's late at night. They're the only two up. Bubbles's had heard a quiet, pained sound and turned in time to see Harry curl like old leather in the sun.

It takes a couple of hours for Harry to uncurl. Bubbles doesn't let him go for another few minutes, not sure Harry even realizes he's uncurled and also not willing to move away before Harry knows it's Bubbles who was holding him and that he doesn't mind.

"Sorry," Harry murmurs.

"Did I help?" Bubbles asks.

"...yes."

"Then I ain't sorry," Bubbles says.

Harry doesn't say anything else, but he lays his hand over Bubbles's on his waist, and they hold onto each other a little longer.

"I overthink," Harry says to Bubbles two days later. They're jogging together like they have since they started nav training together. It wasn't a decision, really. Bubbles had gone for a jog and caught up to Harry, and Harry had said hello, and Bubbles had felt like it was right to keep pace. They'd exchanged the usual name-hometown-did-you-try-to-be-a-pilot information, and then it'd gone easily into more details.

"I see it," Bubbles says. "It's odd to me because it never seems to happen in front of me."

"Something about you bypasses the overthinking," Harry says. "I don't know what it is. I don't even overthink it when I'm alone, which is usually when it hits."

"Well, I'm glad of that," Bubbles says because he is. "I like you lots, Harry, and I'm glad your brain likes me."

Harry ducks his head and is quiet for a few seconds. "Not just my brain," he says.

Bubbles shifts so he can bump Harry with his whole left side. "Good," he says.

Harry laughs and bumps him back.

The next time Harry goes curled up and worried in bed, Bubbles curls up behind him again and thinks about what Harry told him. That something in Harry's brain goes quiet when Bubbles is near.

But Harry's body clearly isn't fully touching his brain because he's still tightly curled ten minutes later.

Bubbles, going on instinct, tucks his nose behind Harry's ear and starts singing quietly, starting at the chorus:

How long would it take me To be near if you beckon? Off hand I would figure Less than a second

Do you think I'll remember How you looked when you smile? Only forever That's puttin' it mild

Harry uncurls like the sun's rising high in the sky and he's a pretty flower. He turns to face Bubbles as he sings the chorus a second time:

How long would it take me To be near if you beckon? Off hand I would figure Less than a second

He snickers and touches their foreheads together. "Bing? Really? With a name like mine?"

Bubbles grins and presses his thumb to the corner of Harry's smile, testing the waters. Harry looks him in the eyes as he presses a kiss to Bubbles's thumb. Bubbles feels warm and proud and right at seeing the confidence Harry carries hand-in-hand with his overthinking coming to the forefront because Bubbles's message is unmistakably sharp.

Their first kiss is sweetened by Harry humming the next verse completely off-tune and terrible. They're a perfect fit, Bubbles thinks, A Crosby who can't sing a note, and a Payne who can take it away with a pretty voice.

"Sing me another," Harry says, tucking a hand around the back of Bubbles's neck. And it's nothing to meet that sweet request.

#crubbles #prompt #masters of the air

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rebellionmoon · 1 year

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💚 ILLUMI HEADCANONS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY 💚

idk but i just love imagining random facts about illumi, that don't really add to his character, but kindof do too? Maybe it's because there isn't much screen time of illumi in the anime that my brain needs to fill all that empty space of longing in my heart of what could have been.

SO HERE ARE RANDOM ILLUMI (HEADCANON) FACTS THAT SERVE NOTHING:

He drinks beer and uses his teeth to open the bottles. He used to have a collection of bottlecaps, but then he gave them to Killua. So whenever Illumi opened a bottle, the cap would hence force go to Killua. Now the jar of bottlecaps is somewhere in Killua's room collecting dust.

After finishing an assassintion, he likes to get fastfood. Something quick and indulgent, like it's a cheat day. If he was on a job with his brothers then they'd hit a bodega afterwards. Sometimes he would bring food back to Milluki too.

He can hold a burger in one hand and tear through a ketchup packet with his teeth. He dips his food so much, he rarely eats anything without sauce.

Like Silva, Illumi has had a few pets in his life. One of them being a bear. He named it Pikelet. (I'll explore this one more in my fic!)

Although murder is his trade, that shouldn't hinder his other passions, including wild life conservation! This boy grew up in the mountains, albiet privately owned. You can't convince me he isn't a goblin child at heart.

He always thought he deserved to have fangs.

When he sees a walking stick lying on the ground, he has the urge to pick it up and wield it like a sword.

When he was eight he read all the narnia books. Peter was his comfort character, but he wanted to be Prince Caspian. To this day, if you ask him why he likes Narnia, he will give you a disseration and explain why Lucy is the strongest of all the penvensie siblings. He has never had turkish delight, but believes he would betray his siblings for them, they just look so good!

He could grow antlers out of pure will power. No, literally, he can. He can and will show you. "I'm a crytid. Look at my antlers."

He's still a Goosebumps kid at heart. When autumn rolls around, he he lays in bed and watches his favorite spooky shows (scooby doo, goosebumps, are you afraid of the dark?, tales from the crypt)

When he was little, he used to play in the forest by himself ALOT. One time, he crawled into a log, but the log was at the top of a hill and it began to roll down with him in it and then it rolled into a pond. He was able to escape, but he almost drowned and never told anyone what happened. He was a little mortified to tell anyone because he almost died doing something stupid. He'll tell you he has done alot of stupid things in the woods, but won't divulge more than that.

He's actually kind of good at acting and loves watching movies. This is part of why he is so good at diguises, he studies the actors in movies lol Sometimes he repeats lines from movies randomly in the house. Out of nowhere, he shouts 'BILBOOOO BAGGINSSSS' in a gandolf like voice. It's okay, just accept it.

Illumi has rehabilitated many opossums in his life.

He owns an animal rescue ranch, under a different identity of one of his disguises, that rebahilibates injured animals and prepares to release them back to the wild. His current disguise is an old man, but Illumi plans to 'die' and come back as his son/heir. Yes, he has worked out an entire line of succession for a rescue ranch. Did he have to do this? No, but he did anyway.

Once Illumi officiated the wedding between a frog named Freddie Lime to another frog named Emily Spinach. Oh, he was also high, but the wedding was beautiful, and Milluki fished him out of the pond afterwards.

There's a deer in Kukuroo Mountain that is fond of Illumi. If it sees him, it will run up to him. Illumi doesn't know what the forest calls the deer, but he calls it Thimble. He gives Thimble treats, and Thimple lets Illumi pet him, the arrangement has worked out very well so far.

Kukuroo Mountain is self sustainable, and alot of the food they cook they grow themselves. There's also a farm, with cows. Illumi would just be chilling on a hamick and then suddenly killua runs past him, and then so does a cow. Illumi goes back to napping, this isn't his mess to clean up.

"Concept: I will continue to bottle up all my emotions until I snap."

Moss.

Here were some facts! I have more stuff, but those are spoilers for my fanfic (where shadows touch), My obsession might be unhealthy but it's delicious and i love it so I'm not gonna stop.

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matzobs · 1 year

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[cw: I am a parent processing my emotions about my kid behaving inconsiderately and this post touches on intergenerational trauma, religious trauma, & transphobia, so that I don't direct it at my kid.]

My kid was inconsiderate at the Purim Spiel last night and I, being new at parenting, didn't realize making him sit in the lobby or the car while the rest of us had fun was an option, so I decided we should come home early.

We got home and his mom showed me that he wasn't sad, he was acting badly, and this morning I'm accepting that I got manipulated. He's 12, that'll happen.

My brain thinks that being manipulated is a problem, so it's trying to solve it. Here are some terrible ideas it's come up with:

* Control every minute of his life until he can "show me he is a considerate person" or some other nebulous achievement or I get tired of doing that

* He's grounded! Remove all opportunities for him to do the things that help him regulate himself, and just really make sure he knows for like six months that he was bad in every minute of every day.

* Spend this time before school really digging into how bad he made me feel. Make sure he really feels how shitty I feel, even though he can't comprehend it, and then tell him his mother is going to talk to him about it after school, and kick him out of the car.

* Just really be physically withholding for as long as I feel bad. No hugs. No I love yous. Just cold. So he knows I think he's an asshole in his bones.

*Don't ever take him to anything at the Temple ever again. Cancel his Bar Mitzvah. Tell him he doesn't appreciate the opportunity so he doesn't get to be Jewish.

* I could maliciously make him late for school today. I could just make him do all his chores and then drive him to school in my own time.

* I could make an "infographic" (like we have for his routines) listing the things he should be embarassed about.

Just out here rawdogging BPD and raising a child. I will not be doing any of that, thanks brain, you're so good at coming up with revenge plots and we should like write some fiction or channel it into art. None of those options are going to achieve the desired results, and all of them are pretty destructive, so let's just not.

I did wake him up a little early this morning to eat breakfast. It feels like I'm getting my little revenge because he doesn't get to lay in bed until the second alarm, but he does need to eat some breakfast because his tantrum last night was about how he didn't like dinner and he didn't end up eating it, so that's actually good parenting and I'm fine with that decision.

Baruch Hashem Adonei Eloheinu Malech Ha'olam thank you for giving me anger so that I could use it's fire change the world for the better and the ability to manage the emotion and direct it appropriately, and not at my child. And if you could possibly help my kid be like Ephraim and/or Rebekah that would be tops.

And his mom is going to talk to him about it after school, so all I have to do is manage the trauma response rising within me until I drop him off at school.

That's something parents never seem to talk about. I suppose my dad sort of was talking about it when he shouted "at least I don't hit you" at me while his hand was in the air. I don't think that's a constructive jumping off point for a conversation for a child tho. Here are some sources of pain that are informing this moment:

*I do not have good parenting models and this is a lot of work, and I am trying to get a promotion at work and finish a painting and otherwise live an adult life, and this is bullshit.

* When he behaves badly, the way he behaves badly is the way cis het adult men behave badly on dates. This is because cis het adult men never have to do better than a 12 year old, and then they went on to model this behavior to him.

*He's up now and he's love bombing me. Which I fucking loathe. It makes my skin crawl so bad. I know I have to teach him that this doesn't work, when you harm someone, you make amends, you don't love bomb, but I barely know the difference myself.

* As his father, it's my job to model different behavior, but I'm a butch lesbian and not a cis het man so maybe he won't see me as the role model he needs and he'll continue to follow the example of the cis het dudes.

* This is my first Temple, and it was my first Purim Spiel and I wanted to see it and shout at Haman and cheer on Esther, and I didn't get to, and there's 40 years of religious trauma behind this bullet point.

* Parenting in community is challenging in ways I don't yet fully understand and can't yet anticipate and I can feel the other parents being embarassed about things and I don't know if I'm supposed to be embarassed (I refuse to be? but maybe I am?). Before this guy moved in with me, I was cautiouly participating in the t4t kink mutual aid community, and the mores about judging one another and ourselves are just different.

* There's an absolute MILF who was flirting with me and we were going to sit next to each other and I didn't get to do that.

Ok.

All I have to do is get him to school untraumatized. There's less than 10 minutes before we leave. I can do this. I can do this.

it's already time to goooo! hooray I'm doing it!

#i can do this #parenting #trauma processing #personal #l'dor v'dor #intergenerational trauma #transphobia #religious trauma

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soil-just-needs-water-to-be · 11 months

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Chapter 8

Word count : 3793

This is also from George’s POV , this chapter took so long to put together and it was really hard to find the right things to say at points but I think this might be one of my favourites

George's POV

I woke up multiple time that night and into the early morning maybe it was a subconscious effort I was making to be there for Matty if he woke because I know he really needed someone to rely on. I can do that right, others have done it for me. It can't be that hard. What time is it, I looked over to my Alarm clock that was blinking violently at me letting me know that it was only 3:15, Damn that's far to early to be thinking so deeply about anything yet. Do I have a joint to calm me down?, Yes I think maybe I might. After rolling the joint I saunter over to my window to watch the quiet London suburb come to life. The street lights were dimming and the sunrise was a coccofany of oranges and pinks bleeding together looking like a real life Claude Monet painting spilling from the early morning sky. The amount of sunrise pictures I actually ave collected on my phone over the last few years is wild. I'd send them to Laura my exgirlfriend in the mornings when she's had a rough day, Maybe Matty would like that . I pick up my phone from the bedside table and quickly snap a pick and send it to him with a little note of.

"I hope this makes you smile."

I don't know if he would even enjoy it but I'd like to hope it would help.Once I've exhausted all the fumes from the joint my brain feels more clear so I think I'll try to get a little more sleep.

4 hours would be just grand.

The next time I am woken by my alarm going off right next to and quite frankly scaring me half to death. Blinking awake I realise Matty's call is no longer connected. That a little disappointing but I really hope I made his night somewhat better.

Anyway it's time to get up now I guess. On my way to the bathroom I knock on my sisters door to make sure there awake and to make them aware I have first dips on the shower. "By Christ it's cold in here". The bathroom is even colder than my bedroom, I swear this house is actually a fucking igloo sometimes. I turn the shower on and wait for the steam to envelope the room before stepping in the heat of the shower really relaxing my stiff muscles.

I had time to think in the shower about how to understand Matty's issues and how to help him. I think people always have there best thoughts and ideas in showers it's the calmness of it all. The calm before the storm of the day if you please.

Once I'm out it's now warm in the room the steam sticking to me so I quickly get dressed so I don't suffocate in the heat and then open the window to defuse the room. Leaving the room back into my bedroom I set my bag up again for the day and finally pick up my phone to see any message I had a few from Adam and a Snapchat from Matty I sit down on my bed and open it, it's just him layed in bed smiling "damn the colours in the sunrise." Ay he liked it, I reply back "Good morning love". I know I probably shouldn't be getting to attached to someone I barley even know but I want to help the most I can and showing you care helps right?. I don't have to leave for at least another half hour so I take out my laptop and start muddeling through some mixes I have to see if I can make a good track just to occupy my mind. Then at that Matty replies he's now in his uniform he's looking pale still but at least a little more put together than yesterday "g'morning G" along with a song attached "The Rock Show" by Blink-182 that's not a bad song not the best but maybe there's a reason he picked that or maybe it's just a song he likes. I reply back showing him I'm all ready for school "oh look at you school ready , also that's a classic tune bro" . This track just won't flow it doesn't even have a name but maybe I'll get there soon I've got two weeks before I have to turn it in I'm sure I'll get there it's a lot of sounds and noises really nothing mixed properly yet music production is what I want to do one day so hopefully I can pull this off. After another ten minutes the track begins to annoy me so I stick my laptop in my rucksack and just decide to leave a little early to see Adam and Joe. Matty messages back while on my walk he's also outside he's got a joint in his hand and he's actually smiling "yeh man it's a get up and go song you know, but anyway yeh I look ready for school but can't say I'm mentally prepared in all honesty". Here we go I can be a knight in sighting armour for him. "How you feeling today?."

His reply comes almost immediately "I'm not gunna sit here and lie and say I feel on top of the world or even good yet but having someone watch over me last night felt good, thank you man"

"Anymore sickness this morning, Are you sure you should be going in today." I'm waiting at the bus stop now with a bunch of other kids one of them knows Laura so sits there sending me evils the whole time like it was my fault we split but really it wasn't I stick in my headphones and drown out the world while I wait for the bus. Matty's reply come through just as the bus turns round the corner

"I haven't been sick yet but I've got maths first, I'm just doing it with my head of year this morning rather than in the actual class but my stomach and head are still swimming , I should be okay though."

"Can you promise you'll keep me updated on how your feeling today and if you do get sick let me know , I know there's not really anything I can do but I just feel the need to look after you"

"That's great but I can look after myself I don't want to stress you, but I will tell you if I get worse"

I board the bus after showing the driver my bus card and make my way to the back shoving my large frame into the very corner, hiding myself away from other people who may board. I watch the world fly by around me, the school is a twenty minute ride away it gives me time to message Adam realising I'd never actually replied.

"Where we're you last night man"

"Are you coming to school"

I totally forgot I had said I was going to Adams last night

"Yo dude I am so sorry I got caught up with something last night I really am sorry I'll come over tonight if that's okay, and yeh I'm on the bus now, I'm sorry again"

"Bro you weren't seriously up all night trying to get Laura back we're you we've been over this"

"No I wasn't , I haven't spoke to her in like 2 days bro"

Adam is always so quick with replies I don't know how he does it.

"Then what we're you doing"

"I was just helping a friend, they were having a tough night so I was hanging with them to calm them down ."

Mid way through the conversation with Adam another snap from Matty come through so I click through my home screen and select Snapchat opening Matty's message it's just him in his head of years office I'd assume and he already looks done with it. I snap back with a laugh "you already finished with it bro ? How longs it been 5 minutes"

He replies immediately but I miss it as I start to get my stuff together to get back off the bus and meet Adam at the front gates where I always meet him.

He's stood there with his new girlfriend and Joel, Adam is the most mature of us guys he knew how to treat people right , he was the smartest and he just understood people , maybe he could help me understand Matty emotionally.I wave once I get off the bus so I can grab his attention we nod at one other and Joel comes running over grappling me into his arms "Adam was just telling us you were up all night chatting up some new fling" . Joel was the gossip.

"I never said that, I was helping a friend, how is that chatting up a new fling?" I put quote marks up when I said "new fling" because I don't thing I even had an old fling I've only ever been with two people Laura and Joel himself yeh im bisexual. We were young though so we didn't really know anything we kissed a few times and we held hands and did cute stuff together but we didn't know anything but hey he was cute but things were different with Laura I knew what to do and how to do it and I always went through with stuff and played the motions but I can't really say I enjoyed it that much like yeh I loved her and we dated for quite some time but if I really think about it I didn't like her sexual. I loved her but as a friend I suppose I just thought it was different because she was the only girl who's ever shown me any attention.

We make our way to the building we all had music first thing so we made our way there all messing about and shoving each other around as we spoke Adam and Joel sat next to each other and I sat next to Carly Adams new girl, he'd been pinning over her for months, maybe even years I'm so happy he finally got the balls to ask her.

When we sit down Adam and Joel get caught up in a conversation about the new guitar Adam just bought and Carly turns to me "So the new imagery friend are they cute?"

"Um ....he really is only a friend he's having a really hard time and I've only known I'm like 42 hours maybe not even that there's no way I'd be looking at him in that way". I feel myself blush anyway because although we haven't known each other long I can still appreciate when someone is attractive "but uh yeh if your asking he's actually so attractive but I don't even know if he's gay". I scratch the back of my head and fidget in my chair a little as she's still looking at me "but I'm really just helping him get over whatever is bothering him"

"But would you like to get to know him and maybe like be in his life as more than just someone who helps him?"

"Maybe once he's better I'd love to see where the friendship take us". While talking about him I realise I hadn't noticed a reply for a while so I pick up my phone to check and yes there it is a message sent ten minutes ago I open it to see his face his eyes are bright and he's pulling on a single curl pulling it though his hand "I'm just bored is all , Miss Conner's isn't here yet, but I was just thinking about taking up that offer of you made me about helping with my maths GCSE". I start smiling at the fact that he was thinking about me, then set myself straight that he was only remembering a conversation we had but just as I'm about to reply Carly taps me "hey let me see" . I turn my phone toward her so she can see him and I'm smiling at her "wow he really is pretty"

"Yeh" I turn my phone back to myself and reply with just a message saying that I'd very much be down to help him whenever he needed it and put a small kiss after it just to test my luck and shove my phone back in my pocket because if he's going to be with his head of year all day he won't be allowed much time to reply and just with the my teacher walks in Mr Gardner the coolest teacher one could ever have. He's always helped me a little more than others I guess and he's always said he sees me going places. I've brung him a few demos over the last few years. He starts talking about todays lesson. He's really just giving us extra time to prepare our new mixes. I roll my eyes and sigh because this new demo has just had me defeated for a few days now and I just can't get it right. But he only speak for about ten minutes and let's us get on with our respective challenges this is when I turn back to Carly "Hey do you think you or Adam would be able to give me some advice, maybe you because you might be more sensitive about it with you being a girl and all"

"Sure what's up " she's still tapping away on her laptop while she's talking to me , very much engrossed in the work she's doing.

"We'll uh Matty that's the name of the guy I'm talking to is having a really tough time from what I can gather and he's been ill , I haven't witnessed them but he's cried a lot so he's possibly having panic attacks don't quote me on that , he's thrown up like 3 times in the space I've known him , he's so lost in his own head and I don't know how to help him"

"We'll do you know what's bothering him, he might just be sick and not coping very well because some people get like that when there sick they get tired easy"

I take out my laptop to try and get something done while talking to her if I have something to keep my mind at rest I might not get too nervous talking about it "He hasn't really told me anything other than he's stressing about exams and that he's really in his head right now"

"We'll really all you can do is be there for him , like how did you help Laura when she needed it" she looked at me then with a somewhat questionable look on her face.

"I could always just be there whenever she needed me and i just stuck around and talked her through stuff, but this is different I barley know him but I feel overprotective of him" the blush starts to creep up my neck and onto my face I try not to look at Carly and stay focused on the screen in front of me.

"Someone's smitten already are we." She's smiling at me knowingly , knowing that I can get attached to people really quick. It's actually amazing to think how quickly I can get attached to people but yet never having fully been in love. I'm just a hopeless romantic who feels the need to protect people. K night always there to save the damsel in distress so the saying goes.

"No I'm not smitten, he's just different he intrigues me is all?". He does interest me, he's like a lost soul trying to find a distraction in a future dystopian hell. Trying to fill a void. Trying to find himself. That could be the name of the track Lostmyhead. I know it's not my head that's lost but it just feels right. Now that I've got a name I can get the understanding for the track and I can maybe get Matty's input. I don't know if he's that into music but his in put might really be good. It's all coming together I plug in my headphones so I can really try it out. The synths and guitars really coming together pulling me into a feeling of uncertainty. Maybe this is what Matty feels like right now. It just needs lyrics to pull it together but I can do that another time but for now these notes and instruments coming together in my ears helps me understand how it much feel in his head.

With that I take my phone out and I message Matty "I have something I'd like to show you when you have time". I know he's probably not going to get it until break but it's there for him when he's ready I then put my phone away and hear the bell ring right through me and shudder at the sudden ringing

My next lesson of the day is computer science, this class is really uneventful all the time. I don't have much people to talk to in this class it's very quiet an all these kids are mad smart so I just keep to myself but the demo is constantly on my mind, keeping me distracted from any work really. I find myself constantly looking at my phone waiting for a reply which got me into trouble a few times . my hands were itching to call him to let him hear it but I know that's not going to do anyone any good and by the last time I check my phone the teacher then comes over to me "Mr Daniel this is the last time unfortunately, if I see that phone out again I will have to confiscate it". I shove it back into my pocket and get back to m work that was barley even started "sorry sir"

Break time rolls around soon though and I see I do have a few messages from Matty only five minutes after I'd put my phone away for good. They read as follows

"Thank you man honestly x"

"Miss Conner's is literally driving me insane right now x "

"What do you wanna show me" the last one was of his face he looks quite alright so it gives me a second to breath he looks like he's outside and there's a couple of lads behind him looking like there talking to him.

I sit down with my break apple juice and a ham sandwich boring I know but it's school what do you expect and answer him while the others are occupied "I've been producing a demo track for my Music portfolio and I'd really love it if you'd be listen to it"

He's messages back almost instantly the biggest smile on his face like the last day didn't even happen "bro I'd love that, music is literally everything, is it just instrumental or does it have lyrics?"

"Just instrumental right not but it could really use lyrics." I perk up at how excited he sounded, sitting up straight on these ridiculous plastic seats that I barley fit on.

Another immediate message "I write , would it be cool if I give it a listen and see if I can add the lyrics to it or is that weird"

"Nah bro go ahead I'll send it over, have you got something for break!?". I know he's excited right now but I still feel the need to look after him.

"My mum gave me a few breakfast bars and I was pretty much ordered to ave em 😂"

"Why's that ?" . Concern starts to drip back into my brain, Jesus this guy is going to be the end of me I swear to god, am I too attached already ?, maybe but it's done now

"I didn't eat yesterday and she doesn't want me to be sick again but we'll just have to see if I can keep down ay" he sent that with a picture of himself with his fingers crossed. There's still uncertainty laced behind his eyes but I don't want to freak him out so I just send him a picture in basically a replica of his "we'll let me know yeh , you've got to be starving bro , but hopefully it helps you stomach settle , how's your head ?"

"Still buzzing like mad but I'm dealing with it Ross gave me pain killers before break and there helping a bit?"

"How was your lessons with Miss Conner's is it ? , you said she was driving you insane is that a bad thing". I smile as he seems to be doing alot better than yesterday although I know this conversation is really nothing to go by but he's got people there to help too.

"Man she just won't shut up , it's the concerned teacher act that does my head in she's been on my back since I got in and my maths lesson with her went on for hours Jesus"

"Oh man nah I couldn't be doing that , what do you have next , are you going to that or will you still be with her ?"

"I'm going to try just go to my next lesson, it's German I don't mind that class to much, but I think I'll go back to miss for my class after lunch cuz im still a bit arghh you know and physics won't be good"

"Im glad your giving it a try but you know where she is if you do need her before last class yeh "

"Yeh she says I can go back at any point , thanks for being there darlin x" . I can feel myself blush all over again and I know I'm smiling like an idiot. Joel and Adam are looking at me. Adam chimes in.

"You were defiantly chatting someone up last night george my guy" he shoves me lightly as the bell goes signalling the end of break and we make our way to our next classes I feel alot lighter after that conversation.

#george daniel #adam hann #ross macdonald #matty healy #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic

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svarttrost · 3 years

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That feeling when someone holds you in high regard and thinks you're smart and trustworthy and dependable for some reason, but you just have an above average vocabulary, know a bunch of scattered useless trivia, and are vaguely bullshitting your way through life by staying neutral in all things except your mental state. Which is very much negative.

#aka the struggles of a people pleaser #don't want to disappoint people or make them anxious in any way #while aggressively sabotaging myself by taking up responsibilities i know will stress me out to the point of perpetual anxiety #i have to do a thing because i promised i would #ask me how it's coming along #well it isn't #my brain doesn't really let me do anything other than laying in bed all day staring at a wall and crying #lovely #personal #personal rant

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seita · 3 years

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— better than (m.)

pairing : iwaizumi/reader

wordcount : 3.087

genre : fluff, smut, pwp

cw : college!au, athletic trainer!iwaizumi

tags : implied age gap (hes 27 reader is in college- age nkt specified. he's older tho), size kink, dom!iwa, pussy job (a lil bit), multiple orgasms, sensitivity kink (if u squint), squirting, fingering, creampie, aftercare.

note : this was just an excuse to write about how iwaizumi is better than any other boy <3 thank u to @toshisins for beta'ing this for me <3

+ summary : you're so tired of dumb college boys who hump and dump, with no stroke game, and can never even try to get you off. that is, until you meet 27 year old iwaizumi hajime.

When you first met Iwaizumi Hajime at the bar near your college campus, you noticed how good looking he was. Well, that was an understatement - he was tall, fit with tanned skin and a confident aura that made you weak in the knees.

You hadn't actually had the courage to approach him, however. Instead, you let some college boy buy you a cheap drink and take you home for some mediocre sex before kicking you out after not even 15 minutes of his reckless humping.

The second time you met him was at the same place. He was sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey that was almost empty. His back was to you and it gave you a wonderful view of his broad shoulders.

The mediocre lay from the last time you had been there attempted to chat you up again with false confidence, as if he had been the best fuck of your life. Naturally, you weren't having any of his bullshit - he tried to rub your clit like a scratch and sniff, forcing you to pry his hand away from it, there was no chance in hell you were giving him another second of your time. He definitely wasn't the type of guy who took rejection well, if not evident by the way he exploded and went off calling you a wide, colorful variety of names paired with numerous hurtful insults that had tears of humiliation filling your eyes.

“Hey now,” a smooth, deep voice had interrupted his very public spiel, “Don’t punish the girl for your own short comings, if she doesn't wanna fuck you again, don't you think that says more about your abilities as a man?”

The other man sputtered, muttering even more curses before storming out - probably not wanting to tussle with a guy who looked like he benched every second of his day.

There was something about Iwaizumi that just immediately had your heart skipping a beat over him. He was kind, a gentleman, and never seemed desperate or overbearing. He was confident and comfortable with himself and where he was in life.

You quickly learned that Iwaizumi was 27, almost 28 and worked as an athletic trainer so he traveled a lot.

For a while, your relationship seemed one sided with him. You'd text him and he’d reply but he rarely ever actually reached out to you. You tried flirting with him, asking him out for drinks, but it never seemed to pull him in.

It was frustrating. In basically no time at all, you had developed a stupid puppy dog crush on him. You felt like a middle school girl with a crush on a high school senior - like he was never going to give you the time of day. You were simply too young for him.

You eventually stopped trying with him, choosing to delete your message thread with him and continued on with your life.

You went through more college-boy hookups - all of them ending in disaster. Quite frankly, you were fed up with mediocre cock and being treated like shit when they were done with you. It wasn't a nice feeling, being kicked out after they didn't even bother trying to make you cum.

You couldn’t help but wonder what Iwaizumi would be like in bed. He was just so attractive, you knew he had gotten his dick wet more times than he could count. He definitely seemed the type who preferred relationships over hookups.

That's when it occurred to you.

You pulled out your phone and scoured your contacts. It had been a couple weeks since you spoke but you couldn't resist bugging him just one last time. You opened a new message thread with him and quickly typed the question that was now plaguing your mind.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

It was the question that had changed the course of your relationship with him.

When you asked, it was like everything fell into place. Perhaps it finally relayed to him the interest you had. All that really mattered was the fact he suddenly began talking to you, starting conversations and even venturing into phone calls with you.

You lost all interest in those college boys you once hung out with and went home with to get laid. None of them made you feel the way Iwaizumi could with a simple text message. He was everything a girl could ask for and you were shocked he was single.

Which was why you were quick to ask him on a date, not caring if it made you look desperate -- you practically were. You would be damned if he went off the market while you were busy beating around the bush.

Going on a date with Iwaizumi was like a dream. You were so used to dates at sleazy bars for a couple of drinks just so they could hurry up and take you home for a quick fuck.

Iwaizumi took the time to take you on several dates -- dinner, movies, walks around town to obscure shops he thought you might like, before it finally led to the bedroom.

You had never been nervous with sex but with Iwaizumi it was different. The routine was dumb college boys who usually fawned over your tits for a few minutes before their hard ons became the center of their brain function.

You found yourself completely bare on his bed as he stood at the foot, fully clothed. The way his eyes raked across your body like a lion eyeing its next, delicious meal had you curling in on yourself shyly.

His lips quirked up as your arms came across your breasts, shielding them from his predatory gaze, “Oh now, you know better than that, don’t you? What kind of good girl hides herself, hm? Acted so eager for my cock all this time, now you wanna be shy?”

You gasp, cheeks flushing hot as you register his words -- he’d known you wanted him that badly all this time?

He clicks his tongue, “You didn’t think you were subtle did you? Bet you would have done anything to get your paws on my dick when I got off work early the other day, hm? Showed up at your apartment...you were starin’ real hard at me, I’m right aren’t I?”

You think that to that day, lashes fluttering against your cheeks at the memory. He was wearing loose gray sweats and a muscle tank top that showed his biceps flexing with every movement he made. Your eyes had immediately been drawn, however more down to his crotch instead. Where you could clearly see the outline of his cock through the material.

You had stuffed your little fingers in your cunt for hours that night, thinking about how big he looked -- even soft, couldn’t imagine if he was hard.

“Ah, there you go again,” he muses, snapping you out of your haze, “Maybe if you ask real pretty for me, I’ll give you just what you want.”

“Please,” you immediately gasp, “Want you so much Hajime, i-it hurts. Can’t stop thinkin’ about you…”

“It hurts?” he huffs, finally reaching up to pull his shirt off, leaving you to ogle his pecs and defined abs, which flex as he works on removing his jeans, “Needy little cunt hurts ‘cause you don’t have a nice, fat cock stuffing it full? Such a dramatic little baby. I just know your phone is full of some little college boys’ numbers...why don’t you give them a call?”

You shake your head, “Don’t want them! I just know they’re not as good as you, Hajime, please...please make me cum, I'll do anything?”

“Aw, those idiot little boys don’t know how to make a pretty girl like you cum, is that it?” he asks, climbing onto the bed, making the mattress dip beneath you as he slots himself between your thighs.

“No,” you pout, letting him spread your legs, hands under your knees to open you up to his greedy gaze.

“So compliant with me, you just need a real man to get you off, huh?” he smiles when you nod, “Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of you.”

Oh, you knew. Just from the way he moved his hips against yours, parting your folds so the head of his cock glided from your clenching little hole, dragging your slick up to your clit -- you just knew that he knew what he was doing.

As you looked between your legs, you felt yourself gush at the sight. His cock was so big, long and fat, drooling precum over your slick little slit, making a mess. He wrapped his fist around his length, making you whimper as his fingers couldn’t even wrap around the girth of him. He slapped his cock against your cunt, groaning at the strings of your slick that clung to him.

“Such a messy cunt,” he sighs, making sure to spank your clit with the head of his cock, laughing breathlessly when your thighs jumped in response to the sudden stimulation, “So fucking eager for me, aren’t you?”

“Uhuh,” you sigh, arching your hips, “Want you to fuck, please, Hajime, need it so bad.”

Much to your dismay, he shakes his head, “Can’t just put it in, pretty baby,” the pet name makes you whimper, “It’ll hurt too much, want you to feel good, yeah?”

“I can handle it,” you breathlessly reassure, canting his hips upward once more to drag your clit against that ridge on the crown of his cock, “Jus’ put it in…”

He doesn’t respond this time but still makes no move to put his cock inside. You’re distracted, however, by the way he now focuses on playing with your clit. Using his cock, he drags the underside across the hard little bud, slaps it once with the tip and before you know it your body is seizing up and you cum.

You let out a string of curses, falling limp against the bed as he works you through the quick high.

“See, that was so easy,” he chuckles, “Those stupid little boys you’ve been letting screw you have no idea what they’re doing, do they? Little cunts so sensitive, I barely even had to do anything to make you cum.”

You’re still trembling when you come down, licking your lips as you give him a dopey little smile and a nod at his cooing. He can’t resist leaning down, and pressing his lips against yours almost desperately. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him in a deep kiss while his hand finds its way between your legs, two fingers sliding easily into your slick little cunt.

You moan into his mouth, “Hajime ah! ...please, make me cum again.”

“Fuck, you’re so desperate for me,” he hisses through his teeth, “Clenching around my fingers so tight. If I crook my fingers...right here...I bet you’ll just…”

As if on cue, his fingertips hook on your g-spot and you squeal, legs kicking out as you gush around his fingers. He bites his lip and continues to fuck his fingers against that spot, watching your eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a silent cry as you cum for the second time in mere minutes.

“Y-You’re so good, Hajime…” you praise softly, “Fuck, please, give me your cock now!”

He laughs and sits up properly again, pulling his fingers from your cunt. He examines them for a second, slick with your cum and streaks of cream covering the digits before he pops them into his mouth with a moan, savoring the taste of you.

“Alright, baby,” he sighs after pulling out his fingers with a pop!. He grips you beneath the knees again and scoots closer until his tip prods at your entrance. You shudder at the feeling, “Relax for me, pretty girl, let me in…”

Iwaizumi begins pushing in, letting out a soft groan as the head finally buries itself in your cunt. You squeal at the feeling, pulling your knees closer to your chest. The sound of you moaning and whimpering just from his head has him throbbing almost painfully against your tender cunt.

“Almost there…” he huffs, grinning at the sight of your eyes rolling back, “Ah, does that feel good?”

“Yes!” you cry out, “Biggest cock I’ve ever had…’s full…”

“Yeah, baby? It feels so good to finally get your cunt filled with a nice, big cock huh?” he laughs when you nod eagerly, “It’s alright, baby. You won’t have to deal with any mediocre college boys anymore, yeah? This cock’s all yours now…you hear that? All yours.”

Your hand flies down between your legs, finding your clit. He watches with lidded eyes as you circle the little bud and squeal, keeping his hips still to let you cum around his cock nice and hard like you need.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he hums, “Get yourself off, you know what you need...atta girl…”

You sigh happily at his praise, licking your lips and relax against the bed once more. He takes that as his hint that you were ready, pulling his hips back before roughly slamming back inside your sensitive cunt. It knocks the air from your lungs and you cry out, unable to hold back your noises as he fucks you senseless.

He uses his strength to keep you pinned, forcing your knees against your chest, leaving your cunt open and vulnerable to his pistoning cock. Iwaizumi is so big that the stretch burns every time he sinks back into you, the tip touching your cervix with every calculated thrust, making your entire body ache with the deep pain of it.

But it all feels so good, you’d never been fucked like that before. He knew exactly where to aim his cock, keeping his eyes fixed on your face to watch your reactions, gaze flicking down to where his cock stuffs your cunt full to watch you coat him in your cream whenever he grazes that sweet little spot deep inside you -- a spot no other man had ever tried to find before.

“Feel good?” he questions, though he knew the answer even before you cry it out.

“Ah, yes! Yes, yes, yes!” you sob, “I-It feels so good, Hajime! Fuck, you’re so good at fucking me! You make me feel like a virgin all over again!”

He grins, “Yeah, I know I am, baby.”

His cocky, confident response would have been a turn off with any other man, but with him -- it only made you moan. He had every right to be cocky, he knew just how to use his cock and it was exhilarating.

“You gotta cum again for me, pretty,” he pants, “Cum again, one more time, let go.”

Your throat burns from how much you scream for him, the messy noises coming from him fucking your sloppy cunt should be embarrassing -- you’ve never made such a mess before. You’ve never been so wet, creaming and gushing all the way down his balls.

He didn’t seem to mind, instead he seemed to only be turned on by it.

“I want you to squirt, can you do that for me? Make a pretty mess for me.”

You shake your head, “D-Don’t know how...Can’t.”

“Yes you can, baby,” he purrs, “I can make you, you know that I will.”

You didn’t but, you couldn’t help but nod -- immediately believing him and trusting him. He shifts his knees just slightly, changing his center of balance before his palm curls over your pubic bone, thumb effortlessly finding itself pressed against your clit.

The change in angle lets him hit your g-spot even more brutal than before. You’re immediately arching and crying out for him, eyes rolling back into your head as you feel your orgasm slam into you faster than you’d ever experienced.

Instead of slowing you down, he works you through it, keeping the same, animalistic pace and keeps his thumb pressed against your clit, the rough pad of his thumb has you ogling. If anything, the calloused hands of Iwaizumi proves to you how much of a real man he is, those college boys have nothing on him.

“Give it to me, c’mon,” he urges, clenching his teeth together from the effort it takes to keep going to this hard and fast pace.

“H-Haji…” you cut yourself off as you feel yourself get thrown over the edge again. This time, something feels different and you can’t help but sob, “Please! I-I’m gonna-!”

“That’s it, fuck!” he moans, pace stuttering when you squirt -- your cum splashing against his abs as you shudder and squeal, “Good fuckin’ girl, my good girl. Shit, where do you want me to cum?”

“I-Inside! Fuck, please! I need your cum!” you immediately sob, nails biting in his biceps where you reach out to grip him -- trembling and crying from overstimulation as he works towards his own high.

“You sure? Shit,” you nod, breathless pleas falling from your lips as he finally stills, spilling his load deep inside with a long, drawn-out groan.

Everything is still for a moment and then he’s pulling out with a hiss. You whine at the feeling of your cunt gaping, yearning for his cock again, as his cum leaks out.

He hums, “Sorry about that, let me get you cleaned up.”

You sigh, and close your eyes, trying to relax and let your body settle its trembling. He comes back and quietly works on cleaning the mess between your thighs.

“Alright, up you go,” he sighs, taking your arm and helping you to your feet. You whine and wobble for a second, making him laugh, “You good?”

“Y-Yeah…” you stumble a bit and lean against his dresser, looking for your discarded clothes.

He has his back to you as he strips his sheets. Suddenly, you feel shut out -- like you shouldn’t be there anymore.

He brushes past you to his closet, pulling out some fresh sheets. You feel silly, standing there naked while he gets ready for bed. You bend down and grab your panties, clumsily putting them on before moving to pick up your dress, where it’s crumpled on the floor.

“What’re you doing?” he laughs, “That won’t be comfortable to sleep in.”

“Huh?” you tilt your head to the side and he pauses fluffing his pillows.

“What...you didn’t think I was kicking you out, did you?” he asks and scoffs at the face you make.

“Well I...usually I…” you shift on your feet nervously and he frowns, walking up to you.

He cups your cheeks and makes you look at him, “Jesus, who have you been fucking?” he laughs and gently nudges you towards the bed, “Lay down before you fall over.”

Fighting back a smile, you do as you’re told and sit on the bed, watching as he puts on a fresh pair of sweats, waiting for him to join you. When he does, he immediately pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Take a nap, and then we’ll take a shower.”

“It’s 11 at night, it wouldn’t be a nap,” you counter with a giggle.

“Well,” he sighs, “Take a shower in the morning then, and then we can go get breakfast, yeah?”

You smile and relax against him, “Sounds good.”

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reidsahacker · 2 years

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late night drives with stars in her eyes <3

reader has been having a bad week, vinnie takes her on car ride to look at stars.

warnings: angst with proper amounts of fluff (happy ending), mention of depression, let me know if i missed anything.

**before we get into this, i love u all and want u to know im here. i know things are tough but i promise u will be ok in the end. if any of u need to talk my dm's are always open and so are my anon's. i love u <3

i wrote this while listening to adele.... im sorry it took so long btw. i'll be making a post later explaining somethings.

vinnie knows that you are struggling, he can see it even though you insist you're fine. he knows what it's like to be depressed, he knows the pain. that's why he's so gentle with you. he doesn't get mad or upset when you don't want to leave the house which is how it's been the last 2 weeks. he knows you're hurting.

"baby, what do you want to eat for dinner.?" he asks while looking up at you. you roll over in the bed and look at him. he can't help but notice the dark circles under your eyes, the tear stains on your cheek, your lips that are raw from your constant biting on them. even though to most you would like a disgusting mess, to him you're the most beautiful woman in the world.

"im not really hungry vin, just get something for you love." you squeak out having not talked in hours. you roll back over but it's not soon after that you hear him get up. you think he's leaving the room to go see if anyone wants anything, so you shut your eyes.

vinnie walks over to the side of the bed you are laying on and squats down next to you. "baby." he says while laying his hand on your cheek. your eyes open and his heart breaks, he can see the pain your eyes. you both just look at each other for a moment and then an idea hits him. "want to go on a car ride and look at stars my love?" his voice is nothing more than a whisper and his thumb gently strokes your cheek.

"baby, i haven't showered in like three days. i'll have to shower and all that first and then we would leave late." you mutter out trying to give any reason to not go. it's not that you don't want to go, you do. car rides with vinnie and stargazing is your favorite thing to do. your heart and gut are telling you to go but your brain is saying no.

"my love, i know your brain is saying no and making up an excuse to not go. it's only 8 pm we can leave here by 9 or 9:30 at the latest. we can shower together if you want, i'll wash your hair for you! i know you love when i wash your hair." he says while poking the tip of your nose with the tip of his finger. you can't help but smile "i do love it." he say and his heart melts. it's the first real smile he has gotten out of you in days.

vinnie stands while extending an his hand out to you. you look up at him while throwing the blankets off of you and grab his hand. he leads you into the bathroom and you can't help but look at your reflection in the mirror. before you can look for too long vinnie turns you to face him and not the mirror.

"how about you get undressed and brush out your hair and i'll get the water ready." he says while letting you go. you simply nod your head and pull your (his) hoodie over your head. you slip your sleep shorts and panties down, then step out of them. you grab your brush off of the counter and start brushing through it. by the time you're done vinnie is undressed and the water is warm.

he reaches his hand out and you grab it "your shower awaits m'lady" he says while bowing and you can't help the laugh that comes out. "you know look hilarious doing that while naked." you say stepping into the shower. vinnie chuckles at you and steps into the shower closing the door.

you step under the warm shower water as vinnie's hands go up to your hair getting water in it and relief spreads throughout your whole body. vinnie grabs the shampoo bottle on shelf next to you. he places some in his palm and rubs it together before putting it in your hair. he massages your head and you can't help but relax at the feeling. he repeats the process one more time before grabbing your conditioner and running it through your hair. you step out of the water to let vinnie under so he can wash his hair. in the meantime you wash your body and face, you and vinnie finish at the same time. he moves you back under the water so he can wash the conditioner out of your hair.

vinnie gets out first and grabs you a towel, then one for himself. "go sit on the bed baby, i'll grab you some clothes. do you want sweats or shorts?" you asks while leading you to the bed. "mm sweats please but make it your sweats!" you say sitting on the edge of the bed. "of course, want one of my hoodies too?" he asks even though he knows the answer. "yes please" you say while petting hera as she's walked up next to you.

vinnie heads into the closet and hera plops herself down into your lap. you scratches behind her ears and she purrs at you. "hera you're going to have to get off mom, she needs clothes." vinnie says startling you and hera a bit. hera gets up to walk away as vinnie brings you some clothes. you stand up and dry yourself off and start getting dressed. vinnie got dressed in the closet so he's already ready to go. he sits on the bed while waiting for you, he reaches out to pet hera and she swats his hand. "ow cat! what did i do to you?!" he says while rubbing his hand. you can't help but giggle at the interaction, those to have a love hate relationship whereas you and hera is a love all around relationship. "maybe if you gave her more pets and let her lay at the desk with you she'd be nicer to you." you say while pulling the hoodie vin brought you over your head.

"i give her plenty of pets and no she's not laying at the desk with me. she shuts my computer off when i am mid game." he says in a serious tone but you see the amusement in his eyes. hera walks over to you and you pick her up laying her in your arms "you would never do that would hera?" you asks as she meows up at you. "see vinnie she said she would never do such a thing." you say in the most serious tone but your smile shines through.

"put the cat down and let's go on our drive you butthead." vinnie says grabbing his keys off the side table and you set hera down slipping on some slides. vinnie grabs your hand as the two of you walk downstairs and to the garage. "which car do you want to take love?" he asks you. "let's take the rx, she's my favorite." you say while walking to the car door.

vinnie gets in the driver's seat and starts the car, you both buckle up and you get aux. you play your guys' special playlist and relax, you reach your hand over and put it behind vinnie's head scratching the back of his head. your gaze is on the road ahead and vinnie can't help but steal glances at you. he hasn't seen you at such peace in weeks, he knows this won't solve everything that's wrong but he knows how important it is to get out.

the car ride over is spent in silence except for the music and your guys' hums along to the music. vinnie pulls into a small pull out that over looks the whole city of los angeles. "do you wanna get out and sit on the hood or stay in here?" he asks looking over at you. "let's get out, i wanna see the stars!" you say while getting out of the car.

you both walk around to the front of the car and hop up on the hood. vinnie pulls you into his side and you throw your legs across his lap while snuggling in. you two are close enough to the city that you can hear the light roar and it's just that. it's not loud like the city normally is, you aren't getting an instant headache like you normally do.

vinnie glances down at you and can't help but smile, your face is relaxed and you have a small smile on your face, "you know i love you y/n." he says barely above a whisper, it's so quiet he thinks you don't hear it. that's until you glance up at him with tears in your eyes.

"i know you do vinnie and i love you, more than anything in this world. thank you for this, thank you for helping me and understanding me. i spent so long feeling ashamed of my depression and anxiety. you make me feel happy and safe." you say as a single tear slides down your face, vinnie's thumb wipes it away before it can reach your mouth. you both look into each other's eyes for a moment before leaning in. in that moment vinnie swears he can see the stars in your eyes but your lips are on his before he can decide.

the kiss is full of nothing but love and admiration, it's full of understanding and care. it's a kiss that is shared between people in love, not just to people that love each other but two people in love. once you both pull away, a huge smile spreads on both of your faces.

vinnie can't help but think "i am going to marry this girl one day." he knows it's not time yet, you're both still so young but when the time is right he will. the thought brings him anxiety at the mere thought of you saying no but little does he know, he didn't say to himself. he thought it out loud but you have the same thought. you know you will marry him, all in due time.

ah, first vinnie fluff. imma go watch anime, i love you all and please remember im always here to listen and i'll help as much as i can! k bye for now! <3

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sleeping-on-cracking-ice · 3 years

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Hello! Can you write something with female Y/N and Chishiya? She helped him with something and is injured after that. She fell or burn her back or hit her head, but pretends that nothing happened since she think he doesn't care and the injury it's getting worst by days, Chishiya didn't notice at first and he just don't understand why Y/N is not talking with him but lets it go, then the day of game comes and they both have to play and Y/N faints few hours before registration. He is panicking suddenly aware of his own feelings towards her and he is SO worried and feels guilty. I hope you can add a lot of angst but fluffy end? I'm sorry if this is messy, english is not my first language 😭 Thank you!

Of course! And don’t worry your English is great 😊 I hope you enjoy! ❤️

Panicked Confession | Shuntaro Chishiya

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Character(s): Chishiya (ft. Kuina, Usagi, Ann, Hatter)

Summary: You get badly burnt while saving Chishiya in a game, but made sure he knew nothing about it. Just before leaving for the next game, you pass out and Chishiya finds you, causing him to panic

Warning: swearing, burn injury, vomiting, fainting

Word Count: 4.9k

*reader is female

“Shit! Guys come on!”

You, Chishiya, Kuina and Usagi rushed through the bottom floor of the building. Flames were curling in the air around each side of you, quickly closing in to eat you alive.

All four of you had almost completed the game, being the only players left after the last puzzle of the building. It was a diamond game, a game of intelligence. You were lucky to have been with Chishiya, as Diamonds games were his specialty.

You were all sprinting across the room, together in a tight pack so the flames don’t manage to touch you. You were panting, feeling your lungs collapsing in on themselves, but you had to press on. Only a few more steps before you could jump through the glass window at the end of the room, which was quickly being engulfed.

Suddenly, you saw Chishiya, who was running next to you, trip on a loose bit of debris laying on the ground inconveniently. You looked back and saw him holding his ankle in pain.

Of course, just your luck.

You all stopped abruptly, skidding along the floor and looking back to Chishiya in fear. He saw you all, his eyes widening.

“What are you doing?! Go!” he called out, wincing in pain.

You looked towards Kuina and Usagi, watching as thoughts spiraled around their heads to figure out what to do. The flame was too close behind Chishiya for it to be safe, if someone was to help him, they would have to risk their life doing so.

Both Kuina and Usagi shook their heads and looked away. They turned away from Chishiya and began jogging towards the window again. You froze. There’s no way they would just leave him like that.

“Guys!” You called out to them. They turned to you with fearful expressions painted on their face. “What are you doing?!” You asked, fear and worry dripping from your words. You had to make up your mind soon or you would be burned to a crisp.

Kuina motioned for you to come to her. “Y/N, there’s no time! We have to go!” you could tell she felt awful about this decision, but you weren’t giving up just yet.

You looked back at Chishiya laying on the ground. He was staring at you with a worried expression, wanting you to hurry up and leave him. You couldn’t leave a friend that easy to die. You had to at least try.

You let out a big sigh and lifted your aching legs to race towards Chishiya. He began yelling at you the moment you started running. “No, no, no! Go Y/N! What are you doing?!”

You ignored his shouting and quickly knelt down beside him to lift his arm around your shoulders. You weren’t going to lose anyone else, you promised yourself that after your friends died in the first game you played after appearing in the Borderlands.

Chishiya kept arguing and shaking his head as you tried to lift his body. He was surprisingly heavy for someone his size. “Y/N, go! There’s no time! You can’t save me!” he at screamed you, becoming more desperate with every plea.

You continued to ignore him and began dragging him along towards the window, where Kuina and Usagi were already working on breaking the glass with debris from around them. “You’re not going to off yourself that easily Chishiya as long as I have a say in it,” you rasped out, struggling to keep upright with the extra weight on your shoulders.

As your heart pounded in your ears and you felt the fire become hotter and hotter around you, you suddenly felt an incredibly sharp pain across your spine. The sensation spread all through your body, from your head to your toe, making you cry out and almost collapse to the ground, but you stayed strong.

Chishiya had given up arguing with you, using his good leg to take a bit of his body weight off your pained shoulders. With his help, you managed to move much quicker, limping and staggering your way towards Kuina and Usagi, who had broken the window and were now waiting for you to come, yelling at you to hurry up.

You didn’t look back; you didn’t want to see how close the flames were. You knew it would do nothing but make the situation worse.

As you neared the window, you slowed down as Kuina ran out to help you lift Chishiya up and out of the window. You were relying completely on adrenaline at that point, having lost all of your strength through running and carrying Chishiya.

You managed to lift yourself through the cracked window, earning a few cuts from the leftover glass on the way, and collapsed onto the grass ground below you. A large barrier from inside the room (probably manufactured for the games) closed over the destroyed window as you fell, being lucky to be the last out of the four of you to escape. The flames were locked in, unable to harm you.

The four of you laid on the grass, panting and trying to regain your breath. As your adrenaline calmed down, the pain of your large burn mark set in. You covered your face with your hand and silently screamed against it, trying to drown out the searing pain somehow. You couldn’t worry the others, not after what just happened.

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

The next couple of days was nothing but a struggle for you. As soon as you arrived back from the game, you stumbled your way to Ann’s medical room. She took a closer look at your burn wound, applying whatever she had to try and reduce the chance of it getting infected. But unfortunately, that didn’t reduce the pain.

After allowing Ann to wrap a bandage around your upper back to protect the wound, you slowly made your way back to your room on the upper floor. You didn’t want to rush yourself in case you made your wound worse, so you took your time in getting there.

Unfortunately, it was a bit too much time, as you managed to bump into Chishiya who popped out from around the corner. A small panic raised within you; you didn’t want Chishiya to see you like this! It’s embarrassing enough to like someone you had no chance with, but for them to see you stumbling and holding onto the wall because you can’t even keep yourself up? No, not today.

You stood more upright than before, giving Chishiya your best fake smile. “Hey Y/N,” he said, walking past you. You breathed a sigh of relief. Well, that wasn’t too bad.

You started to walk again before you heard Chishiya call out from behind you. “Oh, wait Y/N!”

You turned around, biting your tongue so you didn’t let out a yelp of pain as the skin on your back twisted with your movements. “Yeah?” you acknowledged him.

He gave you a half-hearted smile. “Thanks again, for earlier. I would’ve been a goner if you hadn’t risked your life like that for me,” he said, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. You’ve never seen him thank someone before, so you were shocked.

“Oh, it was no big deal! We should all help each other out, considering we haven’t really got anything else other than each other,” you said, smiling happily. You felt all giddy from him acknowledging the fact that you risked yourself for him.

“Yeah, but it was still pretty cool of you. Even Kuina and Usagi were willing to leave me there,” he chuckled as his own joke.

You laughed and shook your head at him. “I’m sure they were just doing what they thought was best for everyone else in the moment.”

Chishiya nodded and gave you a small wave. “I’ll see you tomorrow night then! Hatter let me know in the meeting this evening that you and I are together again. I’m glad though, because you seem to have the skill and brains to get through some tough games.”

You were flattered by his compliment. “Thanks, you too though! We would have burnt to a crisp if it weren’t for you during that diamond game tonight.”

The small talk was killing you. You just wanted to get back to your room and wallow in the silence that engulfed it. At least there, you could suffer from your burn wound a little louder than out in the public eye of The Beach.

Chishiya laughed at your statement. “No, I’m sure with you there it would’ve been fine,” he said back, making you smile wider.

“I’ll see you later then,” you exclaimed, waving a hand at him. He waved back with a grin on his attractive features before he turned around and continued down the hall with his hands tucked into their usual spot in his hoodie pockets.

You let out a big sigh of relief. That was close. You felt the pain seeping through your body the longer you stood there, hoping for Chishiya to just end the conversation. You felt guilty, it may have looked like you were trying to escape, since you were slowly backing towards the corner. Hopefully, he didn’t notice.

You stumbled the rest of the way towards your room, wincing and hissing in pain on the way. It felt like Ann didn’t do anything at all, but you couldn’t blame her. She had extremely limited resources and could only leave to search for more every few weeks.

When you finally made it to the door of your room, the familiar number engraved onto the middle of it, you gripped the handle and walked inside.

You collapsed onto your bed onto your stomach. There was no way you would be able to sleep on your back with this kind of pain, so you had to resort to either on your side or on your stomach.

Let’s just say, you had a restless sleep.

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

You were hoping after a night’s sleep that the pain from your back would have disappeared at least a little bit. But you couldn’t have been more wrong. If anything, it had become worse. You probably managed to roll onto it a few times during the night, reopening any part of the wound that had sealed up over the time you’ve had it.

It took you far too long to get out of bed in the morning. You groaned and moaned in frustration as you crawled your way out of the duvet, almost collapsing off your bed. You felt rather pathetic, but who wouldn’t after not being able to do the simplest of tasks from a wound.

As you were walking to your closet to look for something to wear, you remembered you had to go see Ann again that morning. She had told you last night to return to her medical room the next morning so she could reapply a new bandage onto you, in case the other one gets bacteria or blood on it during the night somehow.

You quickly put on your usual swimmers to wear around the hotel and the black hoodie that you wore most of the time when you got cold. You didn’t want to risk anyone else seeing your wound. The gaping burn mark across your upper back was bound to attract unwanted attention.

You made your way down the hall to go see Ann again. There was nobody in the halls around the rooms due to it being close to noon. You slept in longer than you expected.

You slowly walked down the couple of flights of stairs, making your way to Ann’s medical room on the lower floor. The walk down to the lobby felt longer at that moment than it ever had.

You approached the door with the red cross along the front of it, indicating the medical room. You were about to lift your hand to turn the doorknob before you heard a loud voice yell from further down the corridor.

You shifted your eyes and saw none other than Chishiya striding down the hallway with his usual cocky smirk painted across his face. Of course, you had to run into him out of all people.

“Y/N! Wait!” he yelled as he jogged up to you.

You stayed silent, waiting to hear what he had to say. You wanted to ignore him and just walk into the medical room to see Ann to avoid any kind of questioning or suspicion from him, but you knew that would only make him more curious.

“Hey, you alright?” he frowned, questioning you. He reached out to place a gentle hand on your forearm, but you flinched away before he could touch you.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you answered, trying to sound normal. The piercing feeling that your wound brought you began to make its way around your body again, making you slightly shift and shake. ‘Of course, it just has its moment while I’m talking to the one person that I don’t want to look like a weakling in front of,’ you thought to yourself in your head.

Chishiya frowned at your flinch, but seemed to shake it off quickly, moving onto something else. “So anyway, where were you this morning?” he asked, leaning closer to you.

“I-I was in my room. I had a late sleep in,” you said, gripping the doorknob to the medical room.

“Oh, weird. Do you remember what we talked about yesterday?” he said with a smirk on his face.

‘Oh shit, he’s mocking my bad memory,” you thought, feeling embarrassed.

“Um… no? Should I?”

“You, Kuina, Alice, Usagi and I were going to meet up this morning to steal some food from the kitchen and take it to the rooftop. You didn’t show up near the pool where we said we were going to meet!” he exclaimed. He was laughing, obviously not caring too much about your forgetfulness.

You thought for a second. You did recall having that conversation. You guessed that you forgot about it because you were so focused on trying to reduce the pain from your burn. Even if you did remember, as if you would’ve been able to run away from the chefs in the kitchen after taking the food with this injury.

“Me and Kuina even knocked on your door. You must have been really knocked out if you didn’t wake up from Kuina’s loud yelling.”

He then raised his eyebrow and smirked. “Unless you were hiding from me?”

Your could tell he was obviously joking, but he wasn’t far off from being right. That has been your intention since last night, but trust Chishiya to figure you out quickly enough.

You heart rate picked up from his accurate accusation. “Uh, sorry Chishiya, but I really have to go,” you mumbled out, giving him a quick fake smile before walking into the medical room and closing the door behind you.

Chishiya’s mischievous smirk fell from his face. You didn’t even give him a chance to say goodbye, and you seemed oddly nervous from his accusation that you were avoiding him. He felt somewhat hurt. Were you trying to avoid him?

He shook off his suspicions and continued down the corridor to the lobby to find something to entertain him for the meantime. You wouldn’t try to avoid him, would you? Perhaps he’ll confront you about it later.

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

You were laying in your room reading a book when you heard the usual ring of the bell that was Hatter’s signal for everyone to move down to the lobby to prepare for the night’s games.

“Shit! Is it that late already?” you asked no one, glancing over at the digital clock on your nightstand.

You panicked and saw it was the time that you would head out to games. You said to yourself earlier that you would give yourself an early mark so you could get down there at the right time, considering you would be slow due to your condition, but you got distracted by your book and lost track of time.

You rushed to your feet a little too quickly for your body’s liking, causing the pain of your wound to shoot across your back without mercy, making you yelp in pain and fall forwards.

You managed to catch yourself before you face planted into the ground. You let out a few deep breaths, trying to regain your strength while the piercing pain became worse from your insistence.

You pushed yourself off the ground, placing your foot underneath you and attempting to stand to your feet. You had to make it to the cars at least, you knew if anyone found you at The Beach during game time, they would mark you a coward, or worse: a traitor.

You cursed under your breath and let out pained sobs as you tried to get to your feet again. But unfortunately, your body just wasn’t on your side at that moment.

Your feet gave out underneath you and your head pounded, causing you to feel dizzy and suddenly nauseated. You leant forwards as you emptied the contents of your stomach out onto the floor, gagging on the taste of it in the back of your throat.

Your eyes began to feel heavy, not being able to take the pain and stress you were under. You managed to roll yourself to the side so you wouldn’t land in the pile of vomit and lay yourself across the floor safely before you face planted.

“Fuck,” you rasped out, feeling helpless at that moment.

You couldn’t do anything as your vision narrowed, passing out from pain on the floor of your own room, no one around to help you.

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

“Hello again everyone! I would like to say a few words before we all get into our groups and drive to our games!”

Hatter’s usual booming voice thrusted across the crowd in front of him. Another night, another gathering. Just like every other day.

Chishiya stood at his usual spot in the back, leaning against the cement wall and rolling his eyes at Hatter’s words. He never seemed to have anything useful to say. Just some preachy words that created false hope.

‘How about for a change, he gave us some advice? It would probably spare some people a few headaches,’ Chishiya thought to himself.

He stood on his toes and tried to search the crowd for the top of your head. He was becoming anxious. You would usually be down in the lobby by now.

He was more nervous due to the way you’ve been acting all day. Usually, you two were joined at the hip twenty-four seven, but the only time he saw you that day was in the morning when you walked into the medical room.

He wondered why you were going in there. You never went to Ann unless it was for something drastic, but you seemed completely healthy and unharmed.

As the time ticked on, Chishiya became more and more worried. You would never skip out on a game; you were too afraid of being caught by the executives for that.

Hatter finished off his nightly speech with the list of groups and which number wristbands go where. Chishiya didn’t even care to pay attention as everyone began making their way towards the entrance of the hotel where they would pile into the cars and drive off to the games. He ran the opposite way, clambering up the flights of stairs to reach the level your room is on. If you had to be anywhere, it would be there.

He powered his legs into a sprint, having to brush his white locks out of his face once or twice due to them getting in the way. He eventually arrived at your room, stopping and panting to regain his breath.

He knocked on your door quietly at first, not knowing if you were asleep or something. “Y/N?” he called out through the door. “We need to head off to the games. Did you not hear the bell?”

When he received nothing but silence as an answer, he took it upon himself to walk in to see if you were there. He opened the door and peeked his head around the side, being careful in case you were indecent for some reason.

As he walked in further, his heart dropped as he saw you laying on the ground passed out.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, rushing over to your body and kneeling beside you. He lifted your head onto his lap gently and immediately checked your neck for a pulse. A small feeling of relief flowed through him when he felt the beat of your heart on his fingers.

“Oh my god Y/N, what’s happened to you?” he stressed, tapping your cheek with his hand to see if you would wake. He was beginning to become more worried as time ticked on. He glanced over at the clock on your nightstand and saw that it was getting later. He had to wake you up before registration closed for all the games.

He lifted you up from under your arms, using all his strength to pull you into your small bathroom. He placed you gently on the tiled floor, stuffing a towel underneath your head for support. He quickly shifted your body around, trying to look for any source of injury that caused you to pass out. He froze when he noticed a few stains of blood on the back of your hoodie. He quickly lifted the hem of your shirt to see what was causing the stains.

His eyes almost popped out of his head from the sight. He gasped at the huge burn wound on your back, stretching across from your shoulder blades to your waist. The bandage that Ann had wrapped around it had come loose, hanging off your abdomen carelessly. His heart filled with guilt as he examined it more closely. Why didn’t he look after you?

He immediately put two and two together and realized that you had probably passed out from the pain of the burn mark.

He stood up from his position on the floor and grabbed a small cloth from your towel rack, running it under the water from the tap. He knelt back down next to you and carefully placed the wet fabric against your wound. He was so afraid of hurting you, but he had to do what he could to make you better for the game.

“Oh, come on, please wake up Y/N,” he breathed out. Stress and anxiety filled his tone, making the air more tense.

“Please wake up, please be okay. I love you, please don’t die Y/N,” he suddenly felt small tears gathering in his eyes as he stood up quickly to refresh the cloth that he was using to clean the burn.

He felt his hidden feelings begin to pour out of his mouth. He couldn’t handle the strain seeing you like this was having on his emotions.

He brought the cloth back, but this time he turned you over slightly so he could place it on your face. Your eyes were still shut tightly, not showing any indication of opening.

Chishiya ran the fingers of his other hand along your cheek, tapping softly on your skin, hoping that you would wake up from the physical contact. He felt desperate. He has never felt this helpless before, not even in games.

He allowed his few tears to fall down his cheek, lifting your head and pressing his forehead against yours. “Please wake up, we have to go. Just wake up and I’ll take care of you,” he mumbled out with shaky breaths.

He didn’t know what else to do. He could do nothing but hope.

A few minutes passed with Chishiya just holding you and pressing the cold cloth onto your face, trying to make you open your eyes. And eventually you did.

Chishiya breathed in a huge sigh of relief when he saw your eyes flutter open slowly, dazed and confused. He smiled and kept the cloth pressed to your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“Oh, thank god,” he breathed out, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and bringing you into his chest for a close hug. You groaned loudly at the contact as Chishiya accidentally placed his hand on your wound.

“Chishiya, be careful,” you rasped out against his chest. He flinched away immediately and apologized.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, lifting you up under your arms again. You groaned, not being able to stand up on your own yet. Chishiya kept you close to his chest as you leant against him.

He managed to clean you up with you leaning most of your body weight on him. He helped you wash out your mouth and clean your teeth to get rid of the taste of vomit and reapplied the bandage that had fallen off your wound. He did it all with such care and concern, being afraid of hurting you or overwhelming you with anything.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at the games?” you asked after you had finished rinsing your face.

“I noticed you weren’t at the lobby when Hatter called everyone, so I ran to your room and found you,” he answered, fixing your hoodie on your back from when he had to lift it to clean your injury.

“So, everyone’s gone?” you asked with a worried expression. Chishiya nodded, leaning on the sink next to you to check your face to see if you were alright.

“But if they find us, they’ll mark us as traitors!” you exclaimed, fear filling your head.

Chishiya placed his index finger on your lips to shush you. “Shh, only if they can hear us. We can just stay in here and be quiet, and hopefully no one suspects that we’re missing,” he said, smiling to calm you down.

You searched his eyes for any uncertainty but chose to let it go and just listen to him. “Okay.”

You both sat side by side on the floor of your small bathroom, Chishiya running his hand up and down your arm to keep your anxiety away. After a while of comfortable silence, you spoke up.

“Thanks, Chishiya, for helping me. If it weren’t for you, I’d still be lying on the ground next to a pile of my own puke,” you laughed at yourself.

Chishiya giggled. “It’s okay. I care about you Y/N, I couldn’t just leave you there.”

You looked at him with sparkling eyes, being taken back by his statement. “Really?” you asked, not believing him.

He smiled lovingly and caressed your cheek with his fingers. “Of course, I’d do anything if it was to help you.”

You thought you would have a cute moment together, but that flew out the window when Chishiya slapped you lightly across the cheek. Not enough to hurt you, but enough to bring a shocked expression onto your face.

“But next time, tell me when you’re hurt instead of trying to hide it from me like an idiot! You really think you’d be able to hide something like this from me?” he scolded you like a mother, but you giggled at his reaction.

“Yeah, I’ll tell you next time. Why did I ever think I could keep something from someone with an intelligent mind like yours,” you teased, leaning closer to his face.

Chishiya raised his eyebrows. “Hm, thanks, I guess? Not sure if that was a compliment or if you’re poking fun at me.”

You chuckled. “Take it however you want,” you whispered. You finally closed to space between you, allowing your lips to clash against his. Chishiya let out a shocked sound, but quickly melted against you and accepted your kiss.

You both sat on the floor of your bathroom, moving your mouths together while Chishiya tried hard to place his hands on you without touching your burn mark. You appreciated his care, but he ended up having to awkwardly place them on your upper arms, rubbing up and down them slowly.

You pulled away first, making Chishiya chase your lips as you moved away, making you giggle. “There’s my thank you gift,” you said cheekily, leaning away from him and back into your seating position.

Chishiya pouted at you. “That’s it? That was barely a kiss!” he argued, trying to move closer to you, wanting more of your affection.

“Chishiya, your tongue was in my mouth. I think that clarifies as a kiss,” you stated, placing your hand on his mouth and pushing him away gently. “Maybe let down that tough guy persona more often and take care of me, maybe then you’ll get more kisses.”

Chishiya leaned back and frowned. “Fine, but don’t expect this to be the norm now. I’m not going to let you control my personality just for a bit of affection.”

Well, that was a lie.

Author’s Note: Every Chishiya fanfic I’ve written has had some sort of angsty moment in it 😂 this man is going through it

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