#not kidding i feel lighter now since i wrote this

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From you, For him

| Part 2 of At him, For him

Note ₊˚⊹♡ : Normal like no curse and stuff AU where Gojo is in love with Geto’s lover but this time he has the chance to change everything. This contains time travel!

I wrote it in a way you can understand what’s happening even if your don’t read part 1 btw

·:*¨༺ Part 1 ༻¨*:·

Gojo Satoru feels as if he can’t breathe.

He inhales. His chest hurts and he has a horrible attempt at keeping his glazing eyes in check as he fakes a smile and claps his hands together; there was a blur silhouette of Geto and you in a distance in tears ,both wearing matching rings.

“Woah—! Congratulations you two.” Shoko smiles wildly as she brings her hands close to her mouth,cheering. She briefly turns to Gojo and looks back at the couple. “Keep it together,Gojo… you’ve done that for years so why bother showing it now.”

Gojo lets out a laugh. “How cruel…” of course Shoko knows he has had this unrequited love for years. He breathes out. “I’ll head out for a second.”

Shoko nods as she reaches out and puts a cigarette and lighter in his pocket. He mutters a ‘thanks’ as he opens the door, cold breeze immediately greeting him. He breaths in again as his hands search for warmth in his pockets, turning to the alleyway.

Once when he is secluded, he brings out the piece of cigarette Shoko handed him earlier as he places it in between his lips, his hands bringing up the lighter with one on the lighter as the other hand wraps to protect the small flame.

He did not smoke often—more like he didn’t even the last last time he did. Gojo sucks in a breath, his throat feels hot but his chest is lighter, no-he remembers smoking back in high school simply because of Shoko and Geto. His only two friends would leave him for smoke breaks and he didn’t want to be left alone so he simply picked up the habit. 

Gojo quit after he met you since he didn’t feel the need to tag along Geto and Shoko anymore.

Somewhere in between college,meeting you and now, he didn’t seem to care anymore.

“Hey kid.”

“Fuck!” Gojo jumps, his teeth biting into the cigarette as his eyes glare sharply in the direction of the sound. A man sits along the far end of the alley way, away from him.

The white haired man contains his jumped heartbeat as he walks over the man who called him over. His eyes trail the dress he wore; it was a traditional dark piece of clothing and beads around his hand. This man was cosplaying as a Priest. 

He didn’t say the word ‘cosplay’ lightly because first, to begin with, the man in front had a ‘magic ball’ in front of him as if he was waiting for people to share their future and second, he wasn’t too serious because boy—! That monk had thick hair on his head, not the shaven look you’d normally see.

Gojo met scammers; near the shopping center, outside popular restaurant and tourist attractions, by his house ringing on his doorbell and right now, infront of him.

“What‘cha gonna tell me,old man.” Gojo says as he peers in, with also taking in a puff of smoke. “That I’ll be having a wife and two kids in my 30s… If it’s not that, it means one of you is lying.” By ‘one of you‘ refers to the scammer-I mean fortune teller he let in his house because he was bored. 

“Hahaha-! That’s not it.” The man laughs as he faces Gojo directly, it was then when he finally notices a stitch mark which stretches across his forehead. “Just wondering if you’d ever regretted things… ‘things’ which you wished you could go back and change..”

Gojo laughs as he drops the half-piece of cigarette on the ground, stomping on it. No long interested. “Of course. I still wish I could go back in time and not erase my answers because my teacher made all the answers to the MCQ ‘c’ just when I didn’t study.” 

Fuck—just why did Yaga REALLY do that? Gojo thinks back at the thought.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Gojo turns when he hears the man speak. 

The man stands close—very close to him as his hands were making a V-sign (a peace sign) , fingers pointed near his eyes before the old man was stabbed into his eyes.

“Oh my god— shit! That hurt, old man.” Gojo places his hands on his eyes as he tries to soothe the pain from it. “What are you trying to do—huh…?”

He blinks once.

Twice.

He takes a deep breath. ‘It’s fine.’ He thinks to himself. ‘I’ve just lost my mind a tiny bit because y/n and Suguru are getting married.’

Gojo let out the breath and opened his eyes. Same scene. He was by a tree, near a building; he remembered this place being behind the building for the Class 1-3 who were studying the normal curriculum whereas advanced classes of class 4-5 students were in another building. 

“What the actual heck is happening?” Gojo grumbles as he looks at the calendar on his phone. He was back in high school. He was sent back in time by about 7 years. “Fuck… I guess that man wasn’t a quack….”

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“That’s why I need you to help.” You wiggled your toes in your shoes as you stand, smiling. The teacher,Yaga Masamichi, was in front of you, sitting on his chair as he continued to talk- maybe complain would be a better word- about a certain boy from the advanced class. “The boy is smart but he lacks discipline! He needs someone as hardworking as you and maybe it’ll rub on to him.”

You’ve heard of Gojo Satoru. You’ve never seen him but he was very infamous in high school . First, for being the son of the Gojo Estate. Two, for being a very tall, conventionally attractive boy. Third, for being a delinquent. 

And that last part bothers you a lot, you’ve heard him get into fights, rumors of him smoking along the alleyway, ripping love letters into pieces and recently he skipped over all his tests making him fail his mid-terms. 

You gulp. Hope he doesn’t beat you up… 

Just then the door to the staff room slides open. You see enter, he was tall with white hair and lashes and the eyes in the most beautiful shade. No way this was Gojo right? He was so— beautiful.

Did he just make eye contact with you?

“Gojo come here.” Yaga calls out as he huffs. Gojo clears his throat as he walks to the teacher. When he was close enough Yaga continued. “This is y/n and I’m assigned to be your teacher. She’ll make sure you get all your works done plus make you study for the reassessment for the exam you skipped on.”

You watch Gojo who was towering beside you raise his hands and brought it up to his face, but from the angle you see the upward turn on the corner of his lips. Why was he smiling?

“Isn’t this -he points at you- from the normal department?” You huff when you were referred to as ‘this’. “You sure she is smart?”

“Don’t mess with y/n just because she isn’t from the advanced class— And also! In the last exam she was placed third overall , right below Suguru.” Yaga shouted back.

Your eyes trail back to him when the boy beside you seemed to still, You’ve heard of Geto Suguru too. Apparently a boy from the advanced class who was also popular for his good looks. But not only that— he had a delicate aura around him which makes people like him and to add on he was very much academically smart.

Gojo lets out a breath, as if it were more of an amazement in your opinion. You watch him take a small step back as he turns around and gives you a smile, god was unfair when he crafted this smile. “Then please take care of me, my tutor.” His face was close to yours.

‘My.’ You face almost burst with heat.

“Gojo stop bothering y/n.”

“Ouch—! That hurt sensei.”

Ever since then, once you hear the bell ring indicating school was over for the day, there would be Gojo poking his head into your class with a boyish grin plastered on his face, he takes your book-filled bag, slings it over his shoulder as you guys would walk to the library.

He sometimes passes by your classroom which is in the opposite building whenever he wants to go to the restroom in between classes—I mean he never did specify which restroom, hoping to catch a glimpse of you.

And when he does, his gaze flickered towards you, taking in the way your gaze reflected the warm sun from outside.It becomes clear to Gojo then that even now, despite everything—in between ever but of confusion, anger and guilt, he doesn't actually want to lose you. To his best friend. To anyone else.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Warm.

The way the curtains fluttered from the gentle wind, letting in a cool breeze and a glow of the evening sun and you. You sitting not even an arm's length away and just like the pace of his heart which picked up, pushing every worry he could still have further and further away because there was no space for those in that moment.

There was just you. And he could feel your presence a lot closer now, her warmth not far away from him.

God, you were beautiful.

So beautiful, he would not mind spending the rest of his life memorizing each feature belonging of yours.

“Stop staring at me.” You let down the pen you were holding, looking away from your homework.

“I can’t stop.” He admitted.

You huff, the smirk on Gojo widened as he could see a faint color rush to your cheeks. “Just do your work…” you wave him off as you grumble.

“I’m already done,love.” He continues his teasing.

You pink as you let out a small shriek at the nickname; you rush close to him as you cover your hands on his mouth. “Shut up—Gojo, I don’t want to be murdered by your fangirls because of this.”

He pecks your hands by pursing his lips forward, into the palm of your hands making you shriek once more pulling away.

“Gojo!” You glare at him as you reach your hands out and comically wipe your hands on his blazer as he laughs at your reaction. He leans forward as he looks at your books. “What’s this?” He asks.

“Ah…” you say as you bring out a book closer to him. “I’m studying for my entrance exam for this university.”

“Already?” But that’s like months away.

“Yeah.” Your voice is laced with a smile, gojo almost sees shining glitters surrounding you. “It’s like… kind of my dream as a kid to go here.”

Gojo laughs at how adorable you sounded. “Why that university though?”

“My parents-“ you turn almost too quickly to face him but then you stop yourself as you clear your throat. “My parents went there and that’s how they met and fell in love.”

“Ah…” Just like you and Geto… His heart pains again as he is reminded.

You bend down as you lean your head on the table, letting out a sigh with your hands on your sides. “I hope I get in though…”

“You will.” He says confidently. He knows you will. “Nerds like you will get in.”

“Gojo, I’m not a nerd.”

“Whatever you say, princess.”

“I’m not princess either!”

“Sure thing, love.”

“Oh— Gojo,stop that!”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“I need you to be serious, Satoru!”

He listens to you shout, even without turning to your direction he could basically sense you ‘huffing and puffing’, a habit you took till adulthood. He reaches out into the bushes, pushing the leaves away. “I am—! Sheesh, let me breathe.” Gojo laughs.

You two were currently near the patch of grass by the football ground; you had lost your key to the music club room—a room which was basically unused but you guys needed a room so you two can continue on with your study lessons. 

You bend to look over the bushes while Gojo does around the bushes checking every shrub. “Oh lucky— someone’s cigarette and lighter is hidden  here.” His smile widens as he reaches out for the gift, someone had kept here. “Satoru, don’t steal others' stash.” He puts it down upon hearing your words.

“So this where you go after classes,Satoru?”

He knew it was inevitable but he hoped he could extend it for as long as he could.

In front of him, holding a key was Geto Suguru, smiling at him with Shoko, a lollipop in her mouth peers over from beside him. “What you doing?”

Geto throws him the key at him which is catches instantly.He wanted the two of his friends meet you but he selfishly hoped it would be after like maybe, after you and Gojo date. Wow—what an optimistic! Gojo gulps, afterall what would he do if the two of you fall in love again? 

“You found it!” You jump, unaware that the two figures were his friends. You turn your head to look at him, at him. Despite Geto Suguru standing near you, you looked at Gojo. The white haired boy’s heart pulsed, the slow and steady pump now erratic and heavy with emotions. Just you looking at him with a smile, at him like he was the only one on the planet m. For the first time.

“Who is this?” Shoko says as walks to to the bush and sticks her hands in. You laugh. “That cigarette was yours?” Shoko nods.

“This… this is y/n.” Gojo grumbles, speaking low. “She is helping me with my reassessment.”

“That’s what you get for skipping assignments and test.” Shoko teases. 

Geto laughs.

Gojo eyes at your reaction and sighs in relief when you were still acting the same. Thank god, there was nothing of that ‘love at first sight’ going on. “I don’t need to take those test.Even Yaga knows I’m smart.”

Your roll your eyes. “I guess we won’t have those study sessions of now on, Gojo.”

“Wha— no! I need it.” Gojo jumps, as he comically starts shaking you, as if he got the most shocking news of the century. “No- nope! You can’t do that. I need you—!”

“Geto, let’s get going now.” She turns. Shoko looks over to Gojo, they make eye contact and the brown hair girl smiles. 

He knows that smile. 

That’s the smile Shoko gives when ever she figures out something. And equipped with a teasing look, Gojo is certain she knows that he is in love with you. “Good luck,Gojo.” With his studies or with you? Geto gives you guys a wave as he also turns around and walks way. 

From then onwards, it’s as if the friendship which you guys have in the future,college days were happening now. Hanging out, study sessions, sometimes sneaking into parties and café date; the four of you. Just like right now as you’re in Gojo’s room, a flat rented nearby your future college.

“No way.” Shoko starts. “We’re all going to be attending the same college.” Her smile widens when you cheer and jump into her arms, she quickly looks over and sees a fond smile on Gojo’s face…hilarious!

Geto laughs as he takes a sip on his coffee as the two girls snuggle closer to each other. “Did you know about this?” He peers over to Gojo who finally seemed broken from his trance—you.

Gojo nods. “Yeah… I mean I’ve seen her study for her exams.” He clears his throat. “Have you played the new ‘digimon’ game?” He changes topic, whenever Geto speaks of you or to you, it makes him feel small. This isn’t good. He relishes this yet it was suffocation. Gojo would never hate his best friend—never, but sometimes it’s insecurity and sometimes it’s guilt which swallows him whole. ‘Is this okay?’ 

Shoko breaks away from the hug and she pulls on your cheeks fondly, she thinks you’re the most adorable human as she turns to Geto. “Smoke break.” Geto smiles and nods, following behind Shoko who led the way.

Gojo turns to you, eyes carefully trying to take in your presence that is before he notices something—your eyes are ‘lingering.’ He follows your gaze, carefully in the direction.

You were looking at Geto.

All emotions are wiped from his face. Gojo knew this could happen, you can fall in love with Geto all over again. He was the one who was messing with fate and time, yet— it hurt.

You turn to Gojo, your face tilts up to meet his gaze as your lips turn into a teasing smile which quickly flatters when you see Gojo’s expression. Your heart settles and softens, you relax and reach over the table to grab one of his hands. “…Satoru?”

He turns to you, and smiles. “Yes?”

“Are you okay?”

“No…just thinking.”

You gulp wondering why it felt as if suddenly there was a huge rift when they were barely centimeters apart; for someone as big as Gojo his voice was so—so small. “…About?” You were almost scared to ask.

“Are you in love with Suguru?” Gojo beats himself for this, he has gone and done it now! 

You tilt your head. “where did that come from?”

“Friends don’t give each other love-filled lingering looks.” He scoffs. “So tell me-“ no he was being pushy. Gojo felt so backed into a corner for a moment but when he locked eyes with you, he was hurting you with the way he was acting.

He stands up. “I think I need some fresh air.”

“If I did love him, what would you do?” 

Were you testing him? 

“Please—please don’t fall for anyone but me…” he mumbles.

You watch as he slumps down on the floor, on his knees, burying his face into his hands, curling up almost as if to protect himself. Gojo is no longer confident egoistic boy you know, right now he seemed so weak; as if he was tired after a long journey. “I have surrendered myself to you for all of time; past, present and future I am yours…”

Your head is dizzy with all this information. You need time, you need clarity. Gojo feels like he is losing himself in his thoughts and also rambles with no coherence to what his mind has to say. “I don’t know what do do with this emotion but if I try to stop them they overflow and-” 

His heart seemed to thud to a stop in his chest and then start up again erratically, hands seemed to be incapable of doing anything other than hang close by his sides.

“Satoru, I love you…” you whisper and it is only then when he realizes you were also on your knees in front of him, thumbs wiping tears from his cheeks. “I’m sorry for joking— I don’t love Geto. It’s you I love. Don’t hate me?”

How can he hate you when you were still his everything: you were his everything even when you were intertwining hands with someone else?

“It’s me?” He breathes out. “Did you say you’re in love with me?” 

You nod.

“Oh wow.” He says which makes you laugh.

“I love you…” He says, years of these words inside the depth of his heart, was dug out. “From the bottom of my soul, I’m head over heels for you, my love.”

You almost cry at his tone, so gentle.

He caresses your hair, tenderly, running his fingers through the soft, silky strands. When he eventually has his hands on your cheeks; your cheeks flushing as he gazes at you, captivated by your presence. Your eyes sparkle with wonder, your lips plush and rosy. 

You are flawless, perfect in this moment and beautiful in his embrace.

Gojo didn’t even realize when he started to get so close to you. His lips pressed against her pulse in a kiss before he nipped the skin.His limbs burned where he touched you, you were warm. So it was cold after all, he realized somewhere along the line. His hands were freezing, clinging to your lower back. 

Gojo wants to stay like this, holding you for a minute longer or forever.

A whisper in his head was telling him to let go—that it wasn’t right, but Gojo wouldn't. He was hanging onto a life line, it hurt, but if he let go now, he would drown.

Gojo was vulnerable. And you kiss him back. Kiss him till he is fine. Kiss him until all his worries fly— till he understands, you are equally so stupidly in love with him. 

Unbeknownst to you two, Shoko peeks over inside the door, a small crack reveals what’s inside “You think they’re done?”

Geto laughs. “Of course not…but give them more time and they’ll be in bed.”

Shoko laughs lightly making sure she isn’t spotted yet as she then peers over to the taller boy beside her. “What about you? You good?”

“Yeah… it was just a crush.”  Geto looked at Shoko from the corner of his eyes and his lips curl into a smile. Shoko was always so observant. 

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Wrote something short for the Little Lucky AU, the Ace interaction prompt really got me itching to write

What'cha Got There?

Yandere Straw Hats + Ace x Child Reader

1.3k words

“Does he think we’re stupid?”

Sanji’s lighter flickered to life and lit his cigarette. He took a long drag and exhaled it with a huff, sparing a glance towards Nami before zeroing back in on the sight in front of them. “It certainly seems like he does,” he ground out.

The ‘he’ in question being Luffy’s brother, Ace. 

No one thought much of it upon seeing how well he got along with Lucky. You’re a sweet kid, and he seems like a fun and level-headed adult, so there’s no harm in letting you play together. There was, admittedly, a twinge of jealousy when he managed to get her to call him ‘uncle Ace’ within like 24 hours of meeting, but they were all trying to let it go.

Now though, when he’s walking around with a suspiciously child-shaped lump under his clothes while trying to leave, Sanji and Nami are feeling much less generous about it. They were currently standing between him and where his boat was tied to the side of the Going Merry, arms crossed and expressions unamused. 

Ace cringed at the sight, shifting and adjusting the lump that just giggled from being jostled, “Hey! I’m gonna be leaving now, thanks for letting me tag along with you guys for so long. It was really generous of you.”

“Why are you wearing your cloak again?” Nami asked accusingly. Ace was wearing the same cloak he’d had on while they were hiking through the desert, a strange sight to see with how minimal he tended to be in regards to clothing.

“Oh, this? I uh… I got cold?” He offered, not looking like he was even buying what he was selling.

Nami scowled, wanting to reach out and slap the back of his head for telling her the dumbest and most obvious lie she’s ever heard. An impressive feat given what she hears from Usopp on a daily basis. “You, a man with a fire based logia devil fruit, are cold?” She hissed, putting a heavy emphasis on the last word.

Ace looked back and forth, his expression resembling that of a dog being asked why the couch was chewed up, “Yes?”

Sanji pushed off from the railing he was leaning against and began circling around Ace, “I know that you ate a lot at the last meal, but you sure have packed on a shocking amount of weight since then.” Sanji leaned over and poked the lump, watching as it flinched and snickered from the prodding.

He raised an eyebrow at this, “Seems like you’ve got quite the case of indigestion going on there, Ace. Maybe you should rest here another day until it passes?” His foot was tapping very aggressively, and if it weren’t for the fact that you’re currently on Ace’s person, he would have kicked him by now.

“That’s alright!” Ace interjected, hoisting up the wiggling child under his clothes and whispering for you to hush, “Don’t worry about it, I’ll work this off in no time flat!” He tried to step around Sanji, only to promptly bump into Nami.

Nami had had enough of this charade by now and ripped the cloak open, and what do you know, there you are! You froze briefly, eyes wide and mouth opened in surprise, only to then dissolve into laughter from being caught.

“See! I told you it wouldn’t work!”

“Well maybe it would have if you weren’t in there giggling and squirming the whole time!” Ace attempted to defend himself, poking at your cheeks with each word.

“Nuh-uh! You’re silly!” You grabbed onto his one hand with both of yours and tried to push it away, not that it really worked.

“Don’t ‘nuh-uh’ me!” He switched tactics and started tickling your sides, making you wrench away from him and shriek with laughter.

Despite their previous annoyance towards the attempted kidnapping, Nami and Sanji felt the urge to smile upon seeing you so happy. Nami shook her head. No! She needs to get you back before he tries making a break for it.

She stormed forward and snatched you right out of his arms. Instead of being grateful for the rescue, you were protesting and holding your arms out to Ace again. “Namiiii! We were playing!” You whined.

“No, Lucky, he needs to leave. He’s got important things to do, right?” Her eyes were narrowed and boring into him, daring him to contradict her.

Ace sighed and scratched the back of his head, shoulders slumped because Nami was correct, “Yeah, yeah, you’re right.” He shrugged the cloak off his shoulders and stuffed it into his backpack unceremoniously. 

As he approached you and Nami, noting how Nami clutched you tighter when he was in arm's reach, he bent down to your level and offered you a smile as warm as he was, “I’ve got to get going now, Lucky.”

“But you said we were gonna go see your other brothers,” you pouted, crestfallen over not being able to go on a trip with him. “You promised!”

He winced, feeling bad about not being able to keep to his word at this moment, “And we will! Later. I’ve got some business I need to take care of, but as soon as I’m done we’ll go. Promise!”

You eyed him with a high degree of uncertainty, “Hmm… pinky promise?”

Ace stared at your extended pinky for a second before chuckling. He held out his own, completely dwarfing yours and making the super serious pact, “Yeah, pinky promise.”

“When were you going to tell us about this promise?” Sanji seethed. “You can’t just run off with her whenever you want!”

“What? She can’t go and spend time with her favorite uncle once in a while?” Ace smirked, knowing full well how jealous they were. “I just thought maybe you guys would want a break or something.”

“Well we don’t,” Nami deadpanned.

Boisterous laughter cut through the air, and Luffy bounded over to leap onto his brother’s back, “Oh relax, Nami! Ace is just joking around!”

He absolutely wasn’t, and they knew it. And he knew that they knew it, but instead he just smiled innocently at Luffy and agreed. Liar. 

Lucky’s brows furrowed and she looked back and forth between everyone, appearing confused and hurt, “You were? But we pinky promised!” You didn’t know what was the truth anymore.

Ace visibly panicked, “No, no! I meant it about you visiting them, I just,” he fell silent, trying his damnedest to find an answer that would please everyone. “I was joking about it just being the two of us, all of you can come meet them later!”

Luffy accepted this answer at face value, but Nami and Sanji just rolled their eyes, not believing that for a second. Ace would absolutely run off with you the first chance he got, but at least that first chance wouldn’t be today.

You were still pouting, not loving the answer because you were excited to make some new friends, “Fiiiiine.”

Ace laughed and ruffled your hair, “Aww, don’t be like that! It’ll happen soon enough!” He opted to push his luck one last time before he leaves and take you back into his arms for one more hug. Nami was glowering at him, but chose to let it slide since Luffy was still actively clinging onto him. She knows he won’t let you leave.

Visibly torn, Ace forced himself to hand you over to Luffy so he could actually leave now. He leapt onto the wooden railing, looking over his shoulder at the crew members on deck, “I guess it’s time for me to go, see you later everyone.” He made eye contact with you, specifically, “Bye, Lucky!”

“Bye-bye uncle Ace!” You cheerfully chirped back, waving at him enthusiastically.

Ace dropped onto his boat and made quick work of getting it ready for the latest voyage, smiling to himself despite knowing how perilous it was going to be. At least he had something to look forward to after it was all over.

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omg could u write adult lottie x reader?? maybe w lottie js comforting reader or something? theres such a lack in lottie fics its heartbreaking :((

an instant cure

pairings. adult!lottie x reader

i actually wrote two different versions of this! the other is a little more heavy so i’ll post this one first, thank you so much for the req! and i agree i wish there was more fics out there for lottie :(

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“honey are you coming?” lottie’s voice sounded from the other side of the bathroom door, so soft and full of love that you could almost melt.

“yeah, yeah. just a second!” you shook off the threatening tears as you glanced over your appearance in the mirror. it’d been one of those days that had just been off. nothing particularly out of the ordinary had happened, just the usual jobs and classes around the compound, but since you had woken up you had felt like you had a brick sat on your chest, refusing to shift.

you were desperately clinging to the logical side of your brain, trying to convince yourself that it was all in your head and to not let your thoughts completely overwhelm you. however nothing could quite quell the crummy feeling lingering in your gut.

you’d been delaying leaving the bathroom and joining your wife in bed because you didn’t want to dampen her mood. she was a constant beam of light, and spent her days helping people navigate their feelings purely out of the goodness of her own heart, and the last thing you wanted to do was to taint her high spirit and put her back into work mode when she should be relaxing. maybe, you thought, spending a second longer getting ready would be able to shake that off you - but, you were mistaken. so with a deep breath you opened the door, heading towards your shared bedroom.

your entrance instantly caught lottie’s attention, her eyes softening as she saw you, instantly plastering a smile across your features. “come on.” she demaned lightheartedly, holding up the sheets. “get over here.” you laughed and waltzed over, snuggling down next to her, inhaling her scent and instantly feeling comforted, and lighter.

the fuzzy feeling surrounding you reminded you of the first time you’d had the pleasure of being taken out on a date by her, decades ago, before the thought of nationals, before the crash, before switzerland, before everything. the pair of you had genuinely been through it all, and had always had each-other.

you’d met lottie when you were six. you were the terrified, shy new kid, and had refused to speak to anybody for the entirety of your first day. until she had toddled over, plonking herself down next to you and wordlessly started braiding your hair, beaming at you with her gappy smile.

her playing with your hair had always been a huge comfort to you - from the playground decades ago, to now, wrapped in her embrace from as she pressed kisses to the crook of your neck every now and again.

alongside her ability to love beyond belief, one of the things you loved the most about lottie was how observant she was, the little things that would fall unnoticed to most being the things that she would notice the most. she quite literally knew you inside and out, and was in touch with your emotions just as much, if not more than her own.

her fingers branched out from your hair, feathering over your cheeks ever so slightly, pulling you back into reality.

“what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?” she quizzed, her eyes studying your expression.

“just thinking about you.” you replied, so softly it was barely audible. “about the first day we met.”

“oh yeah?” she raised an eyebrow, the very same smile from that day spread across her cheeks. “you were so cute. i think i knew i loved you from the second my eyes set on you that day.” your eyes glazed over once more as your cheeks heated in response to her words.

after a moment of silence that fell between you, she nudged you slightly, an expectant look across her features, sighing softly as you met it with confusion.

“i don’t help people navigate their feelings everyday for nothing you know. what’s actually going on?”

“nothing,” you mumbled, “honestly, it was just a weird day.”

“weird?” her eyebrows furrowed as she scolded herself internally for busying herself today to the point of missing that you weren’t a hundred percent.

“yeah. just off. you know those days that just feel wrong, even though you don’t really know why?”

“absolutely baby.” she assured. “please always tell me or just give me a signal when you’re feeling like this. you are my top priority, always.” she pulled you into her arms further, caressing your back as she pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“thank you lot. i’m honestly feeling much better now. it’s quietened down a lot.”

“you sure? i don’t want you feeling icky before bed. i know it can take a while for it to let you relax sometimes. i could make you a smoothie? one of the ones you really like? o-or i could run us a bubble bath? or give you-“ she rambled, her brain scrambling for every possible way to comfort you, not realising that she is comfort enough.

“hey, hey.” you stopped her, a small chuckle slipping past your lips. “all i need is you, right here with me. i promise.”

lottie grinned over at you, pausing her train of very enticing ideas. “as long as you’re sure. i can very much do that. i’m not going anywhere.” she shifted your position so your head lay on her chest, her arms securely around your frame, almost cradling you. butterflies erupted within you, like they always had done at the slightest touch from her. she had had this effect on you for as long as you had known her.

“i love you so much.” you whispered, sleep now fully prepared to overcome you.

“i love you more sweetheart. don’t hesitate to wake me if you need me.” she soothed, gently squeezing you as your lips met hers to say goodnight.

lottie had always been like an instant cure to every negative emotion you had ever experienced. it seemed to again of worked effectively, as you drifted off to sleep happier than you’d been all day, knowing that you could get through anything as long as you had your love.

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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Hey I live you stories. You are the only one giving me the Eihtric that I need. I had an idea that this could be during Skmd since Sihtric is gone scouting and stuff all the time when he comes back his wife is sad and thinks he doesn't want her anymore since their kids are gone and they have aged. I need regular domestic life since they have us nothing.

Warnings: mention of violence, child death, and overall my bad comedy attempt?

Pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: Sihtric was scouting the lands day and night during times of peace, making you wonder why. Maybe he simply didn't want to be around you anymore, and maybe your marriage was perhaps falling apart.

Word count: 2.6k

Note: first of all: thank you so much!!! and second; you didn't give me a whooole lot to work with, so I just followed my trail of thoughts! And honestly? I need this to be a bonus episode. also, fun fact: I had written 5 pages before I wrote this one, but the other fic was incredibly heavy and depressing and I wanted to share something lighter. The other one is not finished, and never will be I guess, but I may post it at some point if I feel the need for sadness :)

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'I think he is still stuck, lord.'

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Sihtric had been quietly watching you for minutes, unbeknownst to you, while he was seated at the wooden diner table, where he took place after he had returned from yet another day of scouting the lands. He watched your back as you were preparing dinner, softly smiling at your figure and your movements as you did so, which he loved so much. But Sihtric's faint smile quickly made place for his signature brooding look, when he got a glimpse of your face. Your beautiful face, Sihtric thought, was taunted by a certain sadness and it had been so for days already. But you never mentioned anything, so Sihtric felt it was best to give you some space. He worried that you were mourning again, and rightfully if so. 

Shortly after Uhtred had reclaimed Bebbanburg, thus bringing peace to the surrounding lands, Sihtric became the Lord of Dunholm on his own accord. You and your children had moved with your beloved husband to Dunholm, where you had lived happily for some years. Until one day Death arrived, disguised as a horrible sickness, taking your children quietly in the night after weeks of struggle. It had been a grave loss, leaving you and Sihtric heartbroken for years. Slowly but surely you both managed to move on and tried to find your way in life again. You had mainly good days now, but Sihtric also knew you still had bad days. And as the death day of your children was approaching, he could understand your sadness. However, it had been many years ago now, and the past few years you had been dealing well around this time of the year. So he feared something else might be at play, but he didn't know what.

Sihtric sighed as he looked at you, licking his lips and brushing one hand through his shoulder length loose, dark and wavy hair before he got up. He walked over to you, but took a step back again, doubting if he should approach you the way he wanted to. Sihtric wanted nothing more than to pull you in his arms, pick you up and spin you around, making you giggle like you always would when he did so. But he felt it was wrong of him to do today, he did not want you to think he was blind to your sadness. He stepped closer again, and another two steps back, almost anxiously biting his lip before his love for you took over, forcing his feet closer to you and causing him to sneak his arms around your waist from behind. He did it gently, not wanting to startle you, and when he felt you allowed his touch he leaned his cheek against your temple.

'My love,' Sihtric said. His voice was soft, smooth and deep, as usual, still making your heart flutter whenever you heard his accent. 'What troubles you?'

You sighed quietly, closing your eyes and just enjoying his embrace for a moment before you turned around and tried to speak.

'D-do you not love me anymore?' you looked up at him with big, sad and frightened eyes.

Sihtric looked down at you in his arms, confusion and worry in his duo coloured eyes as a frown slowly appeared.

'What makes you ask such a thing?'

'Do I… do I bore you?' you stammered, worried, 'have I not aged to your liking? Can I not please you anymore? H-have you… h-have y-you found some-someone else?'

Sihtric's eyes darted over your face, shaking his head faster with each question you asked.

'No,' he said calmly yet concerned, 'my love, never. No.' He paused, trying to find the right words while he took your face in his hands. 'You could never bore me,' he whispered, 'for no one is so full of life as you, and no one could ever make me laugh like you do. And no one is as beautiful as you, no one, my love. No one. I swear it,' Sihtric touched his Mjölnir pendant quickly, 'and if you fear your beauty is leaving you as age comes, then what on earth is to become of me, sweetling? I already am an ugly bastard now, imagine me in 10 years,' he smiled softly and his heart skipped a beat when he saw you chuckle lightly.

'Sihtric,' you whispered with a soft smile, 'you become even more handsome with age, don't be foolish,' you rolled your eyes at the stunning man you had married, 'in case you don't believe me, go outside, and see how every woman in Dunholm looks over her shoulder as you walk by, Lord,' you smiled shyly.

'Is that so, my love?' Sihtric smiled cheekily, 'well, then perhaps, as a Lord, should I make a public announcement? Should I gather all the women at the town's square?' He tilted his head playfully to the side as he pulled you closer. 'And make it known to every lady in Dunholm how well my wife pleases me?' he gave you a sly smile, 'should I tell them that my beautiful wife pleases me so well that, ever since I've met her, I never had any reason nor desire to let my eyes or my thoughts wander to another?'

You smiled shyly and directed your eyes away from his and down to his broad chest, looking at the hammer pendant which rested upon his dark tunic, remembering how the gods had truly favoured you for they had given you Sihtric.

'No,' you giggled softly.

'No?' Sihtric's tone became mischievous as he nuzzled your nose lovingly, 'then perhaps, instead of a boring talk, maybe should we demonstrate it?'

'Sihtric!' you laughed and slapped his chest.

'My love,' Sihtric chuckled still, taking your hands in his and placing them onto his chest, on his heart, and he became serious again, 'what makes you think such foolish thoughts?'

'You are just barely home anymore,' you admitted, 'all you do these days is go out and scout the lands, and some nights you don't even come home. Only to show up the next day with a few bruises on your face. And… you braid your hair too, when there is no battle. I don't know where you go, what you do or where you sleep. Or with… with whom you share a bed,' you said quietly.

'You are the only one I share a bed with, I swear it,' he touched his pendant again, 'and you are the only one I wish to share a bed with. But it is true,' Sihtric continued, 'I am away from home a lot. And I apologise for that, I never meant to give you any doubt about my love for you. It is just that…' Sihtric paused and looked up, carefully considering his words for once, 'I- I am struggling.'

'Why? With what?' you asked, your fingers curling around the neck of his tunic to draw him in, 'tell me.'

'I scout the lands so often because I hope to find trouble,' he placed his hands on your waist as he admitted his reasoning.

'Trouble? I don't understand. I-I thought the lands are at peace. What kind of trouble?'

'Any kind,' he scoffed lightly, knowing how foolish he was sounding right now, 'but I mainly hope to find someone to fight. Anyone. I picked a fight with a farmer near Bebbanburg last week.'

'What?' 

'I miss the battles, my love,' he sighed, resting his forehead against yours as he continued, 'yes, the lands are at peace. And yes, it is what I always fought for. But now… I don't know what to do with myself. I miss the bloodshed, the adrenaline, the victory. I miss the sound of swords and axe blades crashing on wooden shields. I miss the feeling of swinging an axe into a man's skull and…' Sihtric looked up at you as he spoke, and stopped immediately when he saw your grimace, 'I'm sorry,' he whispered, feeling awkward for oversharing.

'No, I understand,' you cupped his cheeks, 'I do, my love. I know how eager you always were to fight. And it was a life you were simply used to and were raised to love. But there have to be other ways to deal with this than picking fights with… with farmers?'

'I am not proud of it either,' he rolled his eyes before he looked at you again, 'but that is the reason I sometimes come home with bruises.'

'And what is the reason you stay out all night?'

Sihtric stared at you, intensely, and he shrugged slightly. Like a little boy who wouldn't admit he drank all of dad's ale.

'Sihtric,' you said sternly, raising an eyebrow, 'where do you sleep if not in our bed?'

'In the woods,' he mumbled.

'What?'

'In the woods,' he said louder, ashamed.

'My dearest,' you scoffed, 'why, by the gods, do you sleep in the woods?'

'Because that was the way we slept when we'd battle. Sometimes in barns too.'

'Gods,' you sighed, 'but you sleep alone then I hope?'

'Sometimes,' he mumbled again, but you heard him loud and clear.

'Sometimes?' you snapped, 'then who is it who sleeps with you sometimes?'

'Finan,' Sihtric said, looking guilty for ratting out his best friend.

'Finan?' you stared at Sihtric, the gorgeous but absolute fool of a man you had married, 'Finan sleeps outside in the woods or in barns with you? And what else? He watches you pick fights? He riles you up? Making you do stupid things?'

'No, we pick fights together.'

'Oh,' you feigned to be impressed, 'two previous warriors picking fights around peaceful lands with poor farmers.'

'We are still warriors!' Sihtric said, offended, 'and we don't always pick fights with farmers!'

'Of course not, how silly of me, my dear, who else do you fight on your little play pretend stake outs?'

Sihtric mumbled something inaudible.

'Sihtric?' you said sternly again, 'speak up.'

'I said sometimes we just fight each other.'

You looked at him for a while, at a complete loss for words.

'Does Ingrith know?'

'No,' Sihtric looked down at his feet.

'Does Uhtred know you and Finan are riling up people in peaceful lands?'

'No,' he mumbled.

'Well then I think it is time we visit Bebbanburg, don't you agree, lord?'

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Sihtric had been acting like a man child the entire journey to Bebbanburg. He dragged his feet into the fortress behind you and followed you up to Uhtred's hall.

Uhtred's face lit up when he saw you, and he came running to give you a hug.

'Is Sihtric treating you well?' he smiled.

'Well enough,' you winked.

'You look well, that makes me happy,' Uhtred said ever so kindly. 

When you glanced over Uhtred's shoulder you saw Finan, who smiled at you as he always did, but you gave a mean stare to which he frowned.

'Sihtric,' Uhtred said sternly when he saw your husband trying to hide behind you, 'what is it I hear of a rumour that a man with your description has been taunting a farmer on my land?'

'My, of what do you speak? It surely cannot be,' you gasped overdramatically and looked at Sihtric, who wouldn't look anyone in the eye but Finan. And Finan, by hearing the tone in your voice, knew you were there for a reason he'd rather not find out. So he quietly grabbed his cup of ale and snuck away from the table when you and Uhtred had your back turned to him.

'I do not know what you speak of, lord,' Sihtric lied, his eyes darting between you, Uhtred and his own feet. But he felt pressured, and he could not lie to Uhtred and neither to you.

'Sihtric?' Uhtred said threateningly.

'It was Finan, lord!' Sihtric said quickly, which caused a loud thump behind you. You and Uhtred turned around to see Finan crouched down behind the table, as he had tried to silently sneak away but had bumped into a chair.

'What of my husband?' Ingrith asked, having heard Sihtric as she had walked in.

'Ingrith,' you smiled, and greeted her with a hug.

'Finan taunted the farmer?' Uhtred frowned and looked back at Sihtric.

'No! No, he did not!' the Irish man was quick to defend himself.

'He what?' Ingrith asked, confused.

'Sihtric?' Uhtred said again, 'tell me the truth, now!'

'Finan, lord,' Sihtric spoke faster than he could think, 'we scout the lands together often and one evening we had too much to drink and we found a farmer, who- who… we just wanted to fight. We wanted to battle so we, I… I said I had come to reclaim land and his… his chickens.'

'And his baby goat!' Finan said.

'And his baby goat, yes,' Sihtric admitted, 'and so we waited… you know, with- with his chickens.'

'Aye, and the baby goat.'

'And the baby goat, yes. We waited just outside his fence until he would fight us. But- but he didn't. Well, not really, not that I remember.'

'Lord,' Finan said, 'the farmer had hit Sihtric over the head with a pitchfork. So I pushed the farmer into the pig's shed, and I locked it.'

'I think he is still stuck, lord,' Sihtric said.

'Aye, the poor bastard might be.'

'What happened to the animals?' Uhtred asked.

Sihtric and Finan looked at each other. Sihtric opened his mouth to speak while Finan gave him a warning and shook his head.

'Finan took the chickens, lord,' Sihtric said quickly, 'I have the baby goat in Dunholm.'

'Ya bastard!' Finan yelled.

'The chickens?' Ingrith asked, 'the chickens you said you had rescued?'

'Aye,' Finan coughed.

'And I assume this is the same baby goat you told me you had rescued?' you asked Sihtric.

'Could be,' he mumbled.

Uhtred looked at Finan, then at Sihtric, then at Ingrith, then at you, and then at his own feet as he placed his hands on his hips. He scoffed, then he chuckled and then he bursted out in laughter and walked out of the hall.

You told Ingrith everything Sihtric had told you, to which she told Finan off and thanked you for making her understand where her husband went all the time. And you told her you had the same problem with Sihtric. Uhtred came back later, hearing you and Ingrith out, and he forbade the men to taunt innocent people again, but they were free to fight each other. Which you and Ingrith did not agree with, but Uhtred did not care, then he told the men they should hump their wives more and laughed again as he left.

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

It was already late when you had arrived in Bebbanburg, so Uhtred gave you and Sihtric a place to stay before you were to travel back again by morning.

'You never change, do you?' you smiled at Sihtric, who was taking off his clothes to join you in bed.

'I fear not,' Sihtric smiled, after you had told him off for his behaviour, but knowing you also loved that side of him, which you would never admit. 

You watched as he got in bed and climbed on top of you, enjoying the sight of your husband's muscular body above you. He leaned in to kiss you softly and your hands trailed over his chest without hesitation.

'Now,' Sihtric smiled as your noses touched, 'I'd like to be pleased by my wife.'

'Oh,' you teased, 'I don't know about that. You haven't behaved man enough lately for such things, have you? You have behaved rather boyish. And here I thought my husband was a lord,' you shrugged.

'That is what you think?' Sihtric asked, sitting back up as he looked down at you, 'have I not been man enough for you?'

You crossed your arms, looking unimpressed and sighed as if bored.

'Okay,' Sihtric chuckled, pulling you up by your hands and mounting you on top of him as he laid down on his back, 'then perhaps the Lady of Dunholm should remind the lord how he needs to behave.'

#sihtric x reader #sihtric x you #the last kingdom fic #sihtric fic #sihtric kjartansson #the last kingdom #sihtric #tlk

[skittlesfics]

name: fever burnin' faster

pairing: Eddie Munson x Best Friend! Reader

word count: 5006

summary: You were content just being best friends with Eddie until you almost lost him

content/warnings: smut, fem reader, penetrative sex, oral sex f receiving, a bit of crying but not really dacryphilia, sex with feelings, marijuana and alcohol use

author’s note: I wanted to try a header like all the tumblr girlies so I edited a pretty basic canva template. Anyway I wrote this fic based entirely on the header, I had 0 idea what I was going to write going in and here we are 5k words later. Title is from an AC/DC song.

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The beer was too cold in your hand when you picked it up, but you snatched Eddie’s lighter from its spot beside the ashtray and used it to pop the lid open anyway, just like he taught you. Your eyes flickered instinctively to his, looking for his approval, and you got it in the form of a goofy, proud grin. He’d spent a whole night teaching you that trick, back when it was just the two of you. Back before the whole world seemed to go to shit and the two of you went from being the only real adults in your friend group to two of five.

You returned his smile and took a swig of the beer. It wasn’t the same cheap shit that Eddie used to score from Wayne, no Steve had seen to the end of that pretty quickly when he saw what it was the two of you were drinking. You appreciated the sentiment, but part of you was nostalgic for the taste of cheap and easy.

You chased a droplet of condensation down the length of your bottle with the tip of your finger, thinking about how long it had been since any hangout was just you and Eddie. That used to be easy, too. Not this choking, overwhelming mess of emotions left unsaid, longing gazes over an ashtray, not this painful squeeze in your chest when Eddie did anything normal.

Maybe you had always loved Eddie and just failed to notice. Or maybe it just didn’t matter because Eddie was just always going to be there and surely the two of you would get to that later. Until he almost wasn’t. Until you almost didn’t. And you didn’t have to face it anyway when Steve always seemed to be there as a buffer, or Robin was visiting because she needed advice right now or Nancy was stopping by just to check on you two, or the kids wanted an impromptu D&D session because it wasn’t like anyone had anything better to do.

This was the first time in what was feeling like an impossible span of time that you and Eddie were… alone. And you had forgotten how to do this. How to be easy and carefree. How to just let the banter happen. How to be close without it feeling too close.

“Penny for your thoughts, princess?” Eddie asked, walking around the folding table to bump his hip up against yours. Too close like that. You took a sip of your beer to stall, smiling around the bitter taste.

“That’s all I’m worth to you, Munson?” You teased. It was the right answer, because he threw his head back and laughed like you said something much funnier than you had, throwing his free arm around you like it belonged there. You pretended like his touch didn’t burn. Like every point of contact wasn’t burning you alive with something you weren’t ready to put words to.

“That’s all I can afford. You think I’m made of money?” When you laughed that time it felt a little easier, a little lighter, a little more natural. You answered his first question instead of his second.

“I was just thinking it’s been a while since it’s been just the two of us down here.” You admitted. Your mouth was suddenly dry, but you hesitated as you lifted your beer to your mouth. This was the second one, you didn’t want to get completely trashed, especially not when Eddie had rolled up a joint special, just for the two of you to share.

As if he could read your mind, Eddie put down his beer and reached for the joint. You offered him his lighter but he just held the joint between his lips and leaned towards your hand. You took the hint, twisting the lighter in your hand so that you could get at the flint wheel. Your hand shook a bit and it took you two tries to light the damn thing, but you got the job done.

“You really shouldn’t trust me with open flame around that pretty hair of yours, Munson.”

Eddie didn’t laugh because he was sucking air through the joint, trying to get a steady cherry lit so that it wouldn’t go out or canoe the second he handed it to you, but you caught the crinkle around his eye, the slight curl at the corner of his mouth. When he was satisfied with the light, he took a real pull and handed it to you, fingers brushing yours as you made the exchange. Heat again, warmth spreading from the point of contact until you were sure that you would make the joint burn out faster from the fire in your veins alone.

“Oh please,” He quipped as you put your lips to the joint, “You’re more protective of it than I am.”

You tried not to think about the fact that you were putting your lips where his had been only moments before. The inherent intimacy in sharing a joint, in pulling something that he rolled for you into your lungs, in tasting him on the filter. This was not the first time you had shared a joint with Eddie, not even the first time you had shared a joint alone with Eddie, and yet you could feel a faint warmth rising to your cheeks at the thought of his mouth.

“Can we sit?” You asked, pulling the joint from between your lips and exhaling the smoke ungracefully into the basement air. You didn’t wait for an answer, placing your beer on the banged-up coffee table as Eddie grabbed the ashtray to move it closer. It was your basement, anyway.  You carefully propped the joint on the edge of the ashtray and flopped down onto the couch, your body sinking in and then sinking in as the first hints of a high creeped in. Eddie followed shortly, arm landing casually across the back of the couch above your head, where it always did.

Only it didn’t feel casual. Not when your heart was wanting to beat out of your chest at his mere proximity. Not when his jean clad thigh was brushing casually against your mostly bare shorts clad thigh. Not when his fingers unconsciously started playing with your hair like he had done this a million times because he had and you were the one that couldn’t be normal about being alone with your best friend.

Eddie leaned forward to exchange his beer for the joint, twisting his body so that he didn’t drag you forward with him. You were grateful for the cassette player in the background playing Eddie’s most recent mix tape he’d made for you. It filled the silence where you couldn’t, even though Eddie had started it with Bat Out of Hell by Meat Loaf just to fuck with you.

You dropped your head back against the couch, your head bumping against Eddie’s arm as you closed your eyes and took a slow, careful breath. It was too much. This was too much. So much had changed, you just wanted an easy night with your best friend. Not this weird tension that coiled in your chest and made your heart beat too hard against your chest.

“Forget how quiet it can be down here without all the damn kids running around.” Eddie remarked thoughtfully. His voice was closer than you expected, and when you opened your eyes, he was leaning towards you, holding the joint up in front of your lips. You raised your eyebrows, but leaned in anyway, wrapping your lips carefully around the filter, trying and failing not to brush the calloused skin of his fingers as you inhale slowly. Trying and failing not to think of those fingers in your mouth. You imagined the smoke rolling into your mouth, coiling in your chest to soothe the ache of whatever this was.

When Eddie pulled the joint away, he was still looking at your lips, those big brown eyes dark with something unfamiliar. Or perhaps overly familiar, but not on him. You didn’t question it yet, leaning your head back to blow a column of smoke into the air before the tickle in your throat could become a real cough.

“The kids?” You said when you were done, leaning forward to grab your beer, “What about Steve and Robin? Way they bicker, you’d think I’m running a divorce court down here.”

That made Eddie laugh, a surprised cough shaking his shoulders as you caught him mid-inhale. You couldn’t help but to laugh with him, some of the weight on your chest easing off because that felt normal.

“Jesus Christ, you’re trying to kill me.” Eddie pounded his chest to get the smoke out, still laughing, still coughing. When he settled down, you were leaning a little closer, smiling a little easier. His arm slid down from the back of the couch to around your waist and he pulled you in close so that your head fell against his shoulder.

“Missed this.” He admitted, always so open, so earnest with you that it made you want to cry right then and there. “The roadies are fun, but I like to have the real talent all to myself.”

“You’re such a loser, Munson.” You shoved his chest with one hand, but you didn’t shove yourself away. You stayed right there, smiling a private little smile to yourself because you liked having him all to yourself, too.

“What’s that smile, Princess?” Eddie teased, tilting his head to get a better look at your face. And fuck you’ve always loved the way he sounded when he called you princess but when he was that close and his arm was wrapped around you like you were his, you couldn’t help but bite your lip, closing your eyes to stave off the shiver his words brought.

“Missed this too.” You admit, not quite making eye contact, knowing that your reaction hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Eddie wasn’t having that. His hand, now free of the joint, came up to tilt your chin up carefully, thumb pressing into the soft skin under your bottom lip.

You met his eyes reluctantly, not knowing how much was on your face, but knowing exactly how much was in your heart. The weed was making you hazy, soft, but Eddie was sharp and in focus despite it all, his touch a point of brightness in the otherwise dim room.

You willed yourself to say anything, to make a joke, to diffuse the tension, but when you opened your mouth you could only wet your lips with your tongue. Eddie’s eyes flicked from your eyes to your mouth and then back, his jaw clenching so slightly you would have missed it if you were doing anything but studying his expression.

It was Eddie who ultimately broke the silence, swallowing thickly before parting his lips.

“If you don’t let me kiss you, I think I might cry.” He said it like a joke, but you could feel the weight, the effort in his words. You could feel the warmth of his gaze, the burn of his thumb trying so hard not to slide up and part your lips. When you spoke, your voice was raspy.

“If you don’t kiss me, I think I might cry.”

It’s all he needed. He surgds forward, hand guiding you to him as his lips crashed against yours. There was no grace in his motions, the raw need guiding the press of his lips against yours, the press of his fingers into your hip, the thumb pulling down your bottom lip to grant him access to your mouth.

His tongue tasted like weed and beer and the red hots he had been eating earlier, but the fact that it was him made the combination intoxicating. You moaned into his mouth, reaching up to grab the bottom of his shirt for something to anchor you to reality. Fireworks exploded in your brain as you struggled to convince yourself that this was real. That Eddie was real and here and that he wanted this, right now, with you.

He pulled away to study your face for only a moment and then he was kissing you again, lips molding against yours like he couldn’t bear for them to be apart. His kiss was desperate, hungry, seeking, and when you opened your mouth against his he moaned like he was losing himself in you. You took gratification from the desperation in his tone, knowing that it wasn’t just you that was desperate and wanting for your best friend, that this might not be so one sided after all.

You pressed one hand against his chest, pushing him back, and he gave you a wounded look until you were clambering into his lap, throwing one leg to the other side of him so that you could rest comfortably on top of him.

“Wanted to kiss you for so long.” You admitted, leaning in to taste his lips before trailing a line of sweet kisses from his lips to his jaw. He shivered under your touch, tilting his head to give you access to the pale skin of his neck. There were scars there that had yet to fully heal and you took extra time to kiss them, as if your lips alone could solve the hurt he’d been through.

“Should’ve said something.” Eddie’s voice was wrecked, all low and gravelly with desire, “been trying to get you to kiss me for years.”

There was no joke in his voice that time, and when you leaned in to kiss him again, his hands found your waist, fingers sliding just under the faded Metallica t-shirt that you had most definitely stolen from him to press into your soft skin.

It took so little for him to make you desperate, the warmth of his fingers, the shift of him under you, the way he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth.

“Just kiss?” It was bold. It was reckless, but a few weeks ago you almost lost him. You almost lost him and dammit if you were going to hold back from what you want with him ever again. Eddie groaned underneath you, his grip on you tightening like he thought you might change your mind and run away, like he needed to anchor himself to prove that you were real.

“Don’t tease me, princess, I can’t take it.”

This time he felt when your thighs clench as he says the pet name, eyes closing, bottom lip pulling between your teeth and he groaned, dropping his forehead against your shoulder.

“Not teasing, Eddie. I want you. I want this.” You grabbed his hands and slid them further up your shirt, stopping at your rib cage just under the swell of your breasts. Eddie hesitated only long enough to make eye contact with you and then he was moving, cupping and squeezing your breasts with hands that were so warm you felt feverish. Your skin was sensitive to the touch, and you gasped as his rough callouses slid over your delicate skin.

Touching wasn’t enough. Eddie withdrew his hands, impatiently shoving your shirt up and out of the way until you just grabbed the hem and pulled it over your head, tossing it somewhere in the basement. Knowing you weren’t wearing a bra and seeing that you weren’t wearing a bra were totally different things, and the sight of your bare chests, nipples pebbling in the cool air, drew a desperate whine from Eddie.

“Fuck, look at you.” He rasped, leaning forward to taste your skin, running his tongue from the bottom for your breast to your nipple, sucking gently when you arched your back into him. It was all you could do to grip his shoulders, your hips grinding against his involuntarily as he explored your breasts with hands and lips and teeth and tongue.

“Spent so long trying to pretend not to notice these.” He confessed between kisses, his left hand toying with your nipple as he kissed his way across your chest. You wanted to laugh, to tell him that he was shit at pretending, that you had always notice when his eyes would drop mid-conversation and how you had cut that one shirt you stole from him into a tank top for this exact reason. 

You couldn't, though. Not when his touch felt so goddamn good. Not when he had you melting into a puddle in his lap. Emboldened either by the weed, the beer, or the surge of raw affection you felt for the man beneath you, you pulled away from him and pulled him into another kiss, this time grinding your hips into his intentionally in the hopes that he would get the hint.

He groaned, hands coming up to cup your face, kissing you like he was trying to take you apart. You could get lost in his mouth forever, if he'd let you, the lingering spicy-sweet of cinnamon leaving you hungry for more. Eddie had other ideas, though. Years he'd said. Wanting. Waiting. Dreaming. No, he had plans for you, more kissing could come later. 

He tapped your thigh, prompting you to slide off his lap and you did, dropping back into your spot next to him. He pushed you back into the couch and slid to the floor next to you, pushing your legs open.

"Tell me what you want, princess." He prompted, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee. There was something so intimate about the action that you could feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, chest swelling with affection for the man in front of you. 

"I want you to touch me." It came out as a whisper, but Eddie heard you loud and clear. He tugged at the waistband of your shorts until you lifted your hips to help them pull them off, discarding them by the coffee table. 

His gaze softened as he caught sight of your lacy panties, a small bow adorning the front. 

"Well isn't this just the cutest." He teased, leaning to press a kiss just above your pantyline. Your face flushed and you looked away, wrinkling your nose in annoyance. 

"It's not like I was planning this. Not just breaking out the lingerie for a night in the basement." You grumbled.

"No?" Eddie pressed a kiss right on top of the bow, frustratingly close to where you really wanted him, "You're just this fucking cute on accident?" He moved lower, mouth hovering just above the damp fabric at the apex of your thighs. You tried to think of a rebuttal, something to get him back, but his breath fanning out over your panties was making it hard to think.

He kissed you through the fabric, lips pressing down right above your clit and you whined, hips lifting off the couch desperate for more.

"Who's the tease now?" Your voice sounded whinier than you wanted, but how could it not when he was toying with you, fingers tracing the waistband of your panties. Eddie laughed, but gave in. How could he not when you were looking up at him with those pleading eyes, practically pouting as he took his time with you. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, yanking them down to your knees with little finesse. You didn't mind, kicking them off the rest of the way with equal haste.

Eddie moved in between your legs, spreading them further apart to accommodate his presence. He groaned when he looked at you, spread out all desperate and wet for him, face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire, chest heaving. His dreams could never measure up to this.

"You're so fucking pretty, baby, you know that?" He asked, leaning to press a kiss against your inner thigh. You didn't get a chance to respond, two of his fingers already gliding through your slick folds to test how wet you are for him. The sound you made was sinful, and when you managed to open your eyes again, Eddie was smiling at you like someone gave him a present. 

"Eddie." His name fell from your lips as a complaint, a plea, a reassurance. It didn't matter. It was everything. He wanted to take his time, to touch you, to explore, to tease, but how could he deny you what you wanted when you said his name like that, your voice sending electricity directly to his cock.

He shifted lower on his knees, hooking one arm under your thigh to pull you close, and you had to look away as he licked a hot stripe across your pussy that had you keening. Your fingers drifted down, tangling in his hair as he fucked you on his tongue. His eyes were closed, fingers sinking into the flesh of your thigh as if he could somehow pull you closer, taste you more.

"Oh, Eddie, Fuck." His lips found your swollen clit and he sucked slowly, tortuously, relentlessly. He was devouring you with his mouth and you didn't even mind that you were losing everything to him. You were already his, always had been, why not this way, too?

His two fingers were back, sliding carefully to gather your slick again before pressing into your interest. You clenched around him instinctively as his tongue flicked your clit and another groan fell from his mouth. You lost track of what he was doing, the sensation of his tongue and fingers combined leaving your head in a fog of overwhelming pleasure. 

"Gonna cum for me, pretty?" You didn't know that you were until he pulled away to ask and then suddenly you were gasping, clenching around his fingers as he lapped at your clit. You moaned something that sounded a lot like his name, your fingers gripping his dark curls tighter than you probably should as he pulled moans and gasps from your lips, curling his fingers inside you in a way that had you bucking your hips up against his face. You didn't get a chance to answer.

You were so, so close, mind full of static as you gave yourself over to the sensation of Eddie pulling you to the edge. You could feel yourself drawing closer, closer still, and then he sucked at your clit again, humming in a way that made your entire world vibrate and then you were falling apart. You folded over, curling around Eddie as your body trembled, his fingers still working you slowly, scissoring at your entrance to get you ready for him.

You unfolded from around him as you came down, laughing brokenly as he pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh. Then he was pushing himself up, pressing sloppy kisses that tasted like you against your mouth, your cheek, your neck, anywhere he could reach. He fumbled with his belt, shoving his jeans down with an urgency only matched by the way you tugged at his boxers, pulling away from his kiss to admire him as he helped you yank them down. 

Your teeth found your bottom lip again as his cock was freed from its plaid confines. It was thick and curved wickedly up to his belly, dark against his pale skin. The curls you had often admired in short flashes under his shirt grew thick and shiny at the base. You reached for him and he swatted your hand away, kissing away the pout that followed. 

"You're going to ruin me if you touch me right now, baby. I'm not going to last." He stepped out of his jeans, grabbing them to fish his wallet out of his back pocket, where he dug a small gold tinted foil pouch from a forgotten pocket. You watched with rapt attention as he ripped it open with his teeth, spitting it off to the side after pulling the condom from it. He rolled the condom over his cock carefully, his eyes scanning your body shamelessly as he pumped his cock once, twice, and then he was pushing you lengthwise onto the couch again, pushing one leg up around his waist to make space for himself on the cushion.

"Ruin you, hmm?" You teased now that he was over you, reaching down to slide his cock through your folds, pumping it slowly to spread your slick across the condom. He cursed, squeezing his eyes shut as he took a steadying breath.

"You're going to be the death of me, princess. This is supposed to be the part where I ask if you're sure you want this." He protests, though his eyes told you that he already knew exactly what you wanted. 

"I think we're past the formalities, Munson. Just fuck me." You tilted your hips to help him line himself up and he swallowed a sarcastic quip as you pushed yourself up so that the head of his cock just started to press into you. It was clear from there that he was a goner. 

He moved slowly, pressing into you inch by inch, trying not to whimper as you stretched around him. You were heaven. You were everything. He couldn't think of anything but the press of your soft thighs against his waist, the soft moans falling from your lips with each motion, the heave of your breasts as you gasped for air, and fuck... all of that just for him.

Your teasing mood had long passed by the time he started to thrust into you properly, your legs wrapping behind him for leverage as he set a steady pace. Even with his preparation, his cock still stretched you deliciously, your body struggling to acclimate each time he pulled back out.

"Shit, you're too fucking hot and tight." Eddie hissed between gritted teeth, his hips faltering slightly as he sheathed himself in you and you squeezed on the way out. You pushed yourself up on your elbows, mouthing wet kisses against his chest, desperate to touch, to taste, to feel. You wrapped your arms around his torso and pulled him flat on top of you and he laughed, pressing a messy kiss to your forehead as he readjusted to fuck you from this position.

It was more intimate that way, with his chest pressed against yours, those brown eyes so close to your face and so full of emotion that you might have cried. Each movement of his hips was paired with a small sound from his lips, just for you, and you swallowed each of them with an open-mouthed kiss that left Eddie's head spending. 

You had spent most of the night with your body feeling too hot and this, you realized, was what burning really felt like: Eddie's pace falling apart as he fucked into you desperately, broken moans spilling from his lips, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise as he fought to keep himself from toppling over the edge. Your body was still sensitive from your orgasm, and each slap of his balls against your clit had your head spinning. The mixtape was drowned out by the sound of skin against skin, by Eddie's cries of your name, by the heady moans you couldn't swallow down when Eddie's hand found its way between the two of you, fingers working your abused clit to bring you to a second orgasm. It was the sweetest music you'd ever heard.

"Eddie, please." You didn't mean to whine, to sob, but it came out anyway, "please, please, please." You weren't sure exactly what you were asking for. Please cum for me, or please make me cum, or please cum with me, or just please, but you kept asking anyway in case he figured it out for you. It was enough, his body so tightly wound that it was all he could do to hold on long enough to bring you to the edge with him. 

"I know, baby, I know. Let go." And that was all it took. Eddie groaned your name loudly enough that you were sure the neighbors heard it as you fell apart on his cock, your body convulsing around him, milking his orgasm from him even as he sobbed your name into your ear. 

You two stayed there for a moment, panting, processing, and then Eddie was carefully lifting himself from your chest, the sweat making your skin stick together for a moment. He pulled the condom off carefully, tying a knot, and then disappeared into the basement bathroom.

When he returned, he had a warm washcloth and a gentle smile on his face that made you feel warm in an entirely different way. You let him fuss over you, carefully wiping down your thighs, cleaning the mess from your lips, and then pressing kisses up your body as he made sure each part of you was okay.

He dropped down into the corner of the couch and you crawled over to him, dropping your head on his nude thigh. His hand dropped to your head, rubbing your scalp soothingly as you closed your eyes.

"You better kiss me when you're sober, Munson." You murmured sleepily against his leg, all the fight that might have made the demand convincing gone from the words.

"And why's that?" Eddie asked, still gently massaging your scalp. You couldn't see his face, but you could picture his contented smile all the same.

"'Cause I loved you for too long to stop now." You were too tired to turn and see the impact your words had on Eddie, but you felt him freeze up, felt the fingers stop moving in your scalp, and you weren't sure if the single hard pound of a heartbeat was yours or his. 

"Loved you longer, princess. Go to sleep." And his voice was wet and sticky sweet, but you were too tired to wonder about his tone. You just enjoyed his hands slowly soothing away the fever that had been burning away at you for far too long.

#Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson Smut #Eddie Munson Reader Insert #Stranger Things Smut #Stranger Things Imagine #Stranger Things Reader Insert #Smut #Oneshot #5000 - 5500 #okay so maybe this got away from me a little bit

[tinyywriterr]

WHO WILL IT BE?

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{Nanami + Toji + POC Reader}

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⟿ Song to Go with the Chapter: Cockiness (Love It) by Rihanna AND OR Lollipop by Lil Wayne [Nanami + Toji + Reader theme song for this chapter] {both of these songs use to be my jam as a kid 2000 kids STAND UP}

⟿ Word Count: 5,200 +

⟿ Toji + Reader short smut scene | Nanami + Reader smut scene & Toji watches | plot building + dialogue

⟿ Summary: A couple hours later you’re ready for round 2 not knowing what you’d get yourself into. Once you were asleep Nanami asks Toji a random question that might change a lot for everyone involved. Will Toji accept? And will you be okay with the decisions being made behind your back?

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𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰: contains smut, pet names, the use of every hole, cream pie, fingering, oral sex, dom/sub, soft dom vs semi hard dom, threesomes, light BDSM, fem reader, black fem reader/you, and etc. [please don’t read if easily triggered or not 18 +]

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𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: 18+ please & please don’t copy and paste my story anywhere else. This chapter is slightly shorter than the last chapter sadly but I hope the smut makes up for it. ANYWAYS, this is my first tumblr fic so if you leave a heart, reblog, or comment it’s greatly appreciated! If there are any errors I am open to anyone correcting me in the comments, leaving feedback, or dming me. I hope you will enjoy this as much as I did when I wrote this!

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*𝒲𝒜𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝒰𝒫 𝒜 𝒞𝒪𝒰𝒫𝐿𝐸 𝒪𝐹 𝐻𝒪𝒰𝑅𝒮 𝐿𝒜𝒯𝐸𝑅 | 𝒴𝒪𝒰𝑅 𝒫𝒪𝒱✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

 

 

You open your eyes slowly looking around as you do. You look to your left and right and see the two big men lying next to you. They opted to put their boxers back on but you’re still naked sandwiched between the two of them. Not wanting to move you just look at Nanami who’s sleeping peacefully while hugging on your waist and one leg hooked around your leg. Toji has his arm around your neck and another in your hair playing with it as he’s awake. 'Fuck, I forgot my bonnet!' You think to yourself slightly frustrated at how you keep forgetting.

 

 

“Finally up I’m itching to smoke one,” Toji complains while rubbing his temples now. You chuckle softly before fully sitting up and moving Nanami’s limbs slowly so as to not disturb him. You scoop down and throw your dress back on; it’s a long one touching the floor made of cotton, solid black, and strapless.

 

 

“Come upstairs we can smoke one real quick before Kento wakes up.” You whisper trying not to overuse your voice as it was hoarse all because of Toji. You walk out of the room beginning to walk upstairs and you feel Toji staring you down as he follows closely behind you. You get to your shared room with Nanami and swing the door open. You waltz to the bathroom to freshen up really quickly since everyone’s juices are dry on your body. You wet a rag as you pull your dress up over your butt and wipe yourself up recounting the fun morning you’ve had so far.

 

 

‘Who says it has to stop here,’ you think devilishly to yourself before walking back out. Toji’s sitting on your bed now and looking around your room examining it; making sure to take in every detail.

 

 

“You like to decorate or clutter a space but it’s cute,” he blurts out as you sit next to him. You lean over to your bedside table and open the vintage cigarette dispenser, Toji raises an eyebrow. “Now I need one of those.” He points out as you hand him a cigarette. He pops it in his mouth and you light it for him loving the intimacy between the two of you.

 

 

‘I wonder if Ken would be okay if I asked for a second boyfriend. Toji would be a great addition,’ you think to yourself as you put the cigarette between your lips.

 

 

“Let me light that for you,” Toji suggests grabbing the lighter not really waiting for a response, and lighting your cigarette.

 

 

You take a long drag and smile as you exhale; “I had fun with you today. I'd hate for it to end.~” You tease lustfully while leaning on his shoulder which makes him tense up slightly. You look up at him and he’s blushing softly trying to just smoke his cigarette.

 

 

“How did you know I liked you?” Toji inquires taking another long drag and exhaling just as quickly.

 

 

“You turned down Angel, practically melted when I gave you a lap dance, and lastly you couldn’t keep your eyes off me all night whenever I was working. Same as Kento,” you explain in between a couple of puffs of your cigarette. Toji looks at you flabbergasted as he didn’t think you’d notice.

 

 

“I uh, can’t deny you’re beautiful and I’d do anything to protect you. But I’ve been wanting to tell you that I um, have a son,” Toji explains trying not to look at you until you force him to by grabbing his face.

 

 

“I don’t care if you have a kid or kids Toji. I bet you’re an amazing dad, what’s his name anyway? What’s he like?” You ask sincerely turning your full attention to him.

 

 

“Well, his name is Megumi. He’s a smart kid, but quiet not as loud as me. He is a good mixture of me and my ex. I’ve finally been able to get him into a private school and he’s made some friends like Yuji and Nobara. I haven’t always been a good guy or a great father at that. I used to be a hitman for a crime boss named Ryomen, Sukuna. I was just doing it for the money and because I was good at it. I wasn’t able to keep my kid while I was doing it which ruined our relationship and he’s somewhat wary of me now. Mainly because I’d come and go a lot sometimes coming home hurt no kid should go through that so I sent him to his mom. Also, I felt I was losing myself just wanting money and enjoying the killing I was doing so I decided to stop. I was gambling a lot and for a while, once I quit but then I met Nanami. It was a random day at a boujee club I had no business being at just gambling money away and getting drunk as all hell. Nanami offered me a job to be his on-hire bodyguard whenever he needed or for whoever. It’s really helped with getting on the right track and beginning to be able to provide for my son.” Toji recounts heaving a sigh as he finishes venting along with his cigarette putting it out and passing it to you. You turn to put the cigarette butt away in the ashtray and smile at him as you turn back around holding his hand with your free hand.

 

 

“You did what you thought was right, even if it wasn’t. People will do a lot in order to know their family is okay and financially taken care of. I’m glad you met Kento when you did and were able to get back on the right track. I bet your ex and Megumi are happy that you’ve elevated yourself,” you say reassuringly rubbing the back of his hand now. You turn to put your cigarette out and to toss it into the ashtray but as you turn back Toji is inches away from you now.

 

 

“I haven’t opened up to anyone like that, before. You bring out the soft side in me no one’s been able to do that besides my ex and my kid,” Toji explains looking at your lips as he starts to bite his. You lean in closer and so does he so soon enough your lips collide. Toji is rough, full of desire, but it still has a hint of love behind it. Both of you kiss each other feverishly exploring each others lips trying to memorize every movement. Toji pulls away biting your lip as he softly places his hand behind your head. Once apart you look into each others eyes searching for answers. “You’re an amazing kisser and lover,” Toji praises rubbing your head softly before falling into the bed. You follow him lying down as well crawling over to your side as Toji has picked Nanami's side.

 

 

“Thank you, you as well Toji…” you say as you both curl up and Toji starts to cradle you in his arms. You both fall silent enjoying each others company until you feel something poking you. You look down and see the growing tent in Toji’s boxers. Looking back up at him he has a devious look on his face as he slowly pulls his boxers down. You feel the hot appendage smack you on the thigh and you can’t help but chuckle softly. Once done Toji tosses the boxers across the room as he crawls on top of you, you can’t help but stare at his muscles. Particularly his arm muscles how cut and defined they are it’s like you could see each one. You return your attention to his face as he smirks down at you simultaneously pulling your dress off. Once off he stares at your naked body under him so curvy and soft. Toji begins to lick from your neck down to your stomach and back. After a couple of times, he goes down to your sore pussy all swollen and puffy. He blows cool air on your slick opening making you squirm slightly.

 

 

“You’re still craving to be stuffed brat? I’m going to change that for you,~” Toji coos before going straight in and devouring your pussy. He’s sloppy and feverishly as he eats you out. Sucking and licking everything with no real coordination but it feels good. It’s different from earlier and the past men you’ve had. Toji sticks 3 fingers into you hooking into you immediately making you gasp as he continues to sloppily suck on your clit and folds. You moan loudly arching your back as he’s quickening the pace pulling up for air and using his free hand to torture your clit now. “Look at you melting right in my hand you’re such a slutty brat. Cum for me brat. I’m ready to stuff you full of me and have you all to myself,~” Toji teases before kissing up and down your thigh making you squirm and buck your hips as he adds a new sensation to the torture. Your stomach tightens and you squeeze your eyes close as just hearing him talk to you like this makes you go crazy. You grit your teeth together before howling loudly arching your back like you're in the exorcist. Toji laughs loudly as he sees you becoming a mess under him soon after he pulls his fingers out of you making you groan. Toji swipes his dick at your slick entrance one time before just shoving it in deep inside of you making you gasp for air. You claw at his back as he grabs your legs pulling them apart further before leaning more on top of you. Now chest to chest he slams into you making you yelp as he starts to thrust into you at the same depth and speed. You drop your arms as your strength is leaving you but instead, you grip onto your sheets tightly. Toji begins kissing your jawbone nibbling on it before getting to your neck and practically biting you not truly caring about the sore love bites already there. Your moans echo throughout the room and probably the whole house but you could care less. This pleasure was amazing but nothing was better than you and Kento. There was a certain connection you two have that no one could top but Toji was fairly close. Toji pulls away slowly before grabbing your legs again and propping himself on his knees. You without thinking hook your legs with your arms to make it all easier for him. With your knees to your shoulders now Toji grins as he grips your hips and love handles. He slams into you again hitting your already bruised cervix making you groan loudly. Returning back to his original pace Toji drills deep into you making you dig your nails into your own skin. The sound of his balls slapping on your ass echoes throw the room making you smile softly. Soon Toji shifts slightly to the side to hit it at a different angle making you lose your grip on your legs but he grabs them just in time. Using one hand he grips your legs to keep them in place and chokes you lightly with his other hand as his pace quickens. “Fuck your tight brat you feel so good,~” Toji praises as he tilts his head back. But with his words you clench around his dick moaning loudly with pleasure. Causing Toji to go silent as he loses control and slams into you at an unbelievable speed. He keeps this up for a couple moments before releasing deep within you maybe even into your actual womb. You whimper as he stops moving and pulls his dick out suddenly standing up just as fast. He smacks your ass loudly as he watches cum spill out of you and stain the bed.

 

 

“Awww, I missed all the fun,~” Nanami teases from the door looking straight at you with eyes full of lust and a tinge of jealousy.

 

 

‘When did the door open? I bet he heard me from downstairs, fuck,’ you think to yourself as you’re still a mess on the bed trembling from all the sensations. Toji slips his boxers on and sits in a chair in perfect view of the bed.

 

 

“Aw, don’t be like that Nanami I was prepping her. I’ll just sit back and watch,” Toji teases as he leans back into the chair smirking. Nanami walks over to you silently looking at the cum spilling out of you before smacking your sore pussy not too hard but enough to make you whimper softly.

 


“You had fun without me princess. I don’t know how I feel about that,” Nanami says bluntly running his fingers up your leg before swiping your entrance making you squirm. “What to do to you? What to do? Toji can you grab some nipple clamps and a vibrator from downstairs.” Nanami requests as he looks at you smiling as he can’t help but love how spent you look. He crawls on top of you kissing you passionately while nipping at your lip as you moan wanting more of him. “So impatient and so oversexed,~” Nanami teases flicking your nipple which makes you bite your lip. “You know you are mine right?” Nanami asks coldly looking deep into your eyes.

 

 

“Yes, daddy,~” you say softly returning the eye contact trying not to be flustered under his gaze. But, within seconds you crumble and you couldn’t help but get shy all of sudden. You still couldn’t go toe to toe with Nanami. You turn your head as heat starts to explode in your cheeks.

 

 

“But I don’t mind sharing, my love. I just get a little jealous, you understand right?” Nanami says tilting his head slightly before kissing your ear and biting your earlobe softly. Toji returns with the toys Nanami requested placing them on the bed and sitting down again. Nanami slyly grabs the nipple claps and vibrator before pulling away and putting the nipple clamps on you. You moan softly as the cold metal actually feels good on your sore nipples. With the vibrator in hand, he crawls back down to your pussy placing the vibrator on your clit. “Hold the vibrator, my love.” Nanami requests not waiting for the answer as he turns it on to the highest speed with a remote he has next to him. You gasp at the feeling of it being turned on and buck your hips slightly into Nanami. In response he sticks his tongue into your cream pied entrance. It shocks you but you don’t have a lot of time to soak it all in before he begins licking at your folds switching between the two. With his free hand, he tugs on the chain that is connecting the nipple clamps making you yelp while simultaneously bucking your hips in his face. Nanami laughs before pulling his mouth away and shoving 4 fingers deep within you fingering you at an insane pace. You moan as the sound of the juices being pumped out of you is so erotic. Nanami turns the vibrator down trying to torture you and make you beg for mercy. You mewl loudly and look at Toji who’s watching and stroking his dick. All the while he’s licking his lips at the sight he’s seeing. Nanami uses his hand that was tugging on the chain to force you to look at him. “Don’t forget that I am here princess. Don’t hurt my feelings,~” he teases turning up the vibrator speed and picking up the pace of fingering you. He lets go of your face tugging on the chain again gaining a deep guttural moan from you as your stomach starts to tense up. Out of nowhere, you spray Nanami’s lower torso and fingers coating them in your juices. He pulls his finger out of you and licks them seductively before smacking your ass. “Keep that vibrator right where it is, my love. And bend over on the bed feet flat on the ground.” Nanami commands crawling off of you and pulling his boxers off before coming behind you bent on the bed. Without warning or question, he shoves his dick inside of you making you gasp softly gripping at the sheets with your free hand. He bucks his hips deep within you as Toji’s cum coats his dick which made you 10x more slick. Grabbing your love handles he plows into you making you groan with each thrust as it keeps hitting you’re demolished cervix and walls. Nanami leans down so his chest is on your back and he grabs your neck practically lifting you up with his dick fucking up into you which gives him an idea. “Drop the vibrator give me your arms.” He commands so you do as he says and he starts to pull on your arms slightly as he leans back. Your feet are off the ground now as he pulls you all the way down his length to the point you feel his pubic hair on your butt. Nanami thrust deep into you fucking up into you filling you up and giving you no way of running away. Your moans grow louder as each thrust breaks your mind.

 

 

“You feel so good Ken fuck. Pump me full of your cum daddy,” you request in a breathy tone and Nanami doesn’t respond just focused on demolishing you to the point you can’t move. You groan loudly as you cream around him again but there’s no tightening or warmth in your stomach as it was just flowing out of you at this point. You’ve cum so much today that you’re starting to go numb from the bottom down. Your clit practically has a heartbeat as you continuously cum on Nanami’s dick going silent as you are overstimulated. Nanami stops all of a sudden as he groans loudly saying your name like a chant within seconds he cums deep within you. He doesn’t let go though but bucks his hips as if he’s trying to make sure it’s all in there. Still inside of you, he leans down picking you up from the legs and getting into bed.

 

 

“Toji if you are done grab the tin box in her bedside table and spark it she’ll need it. And come lay with us, I think she likes laying with the both of us.” Nanami asks as you tremble in his arms and not coherent at all. Toji does as the man says upset he didn’t get to get his nut off as he has come accustomed to your touch not even wanting to beat himself off; it didn’t feel the same. Pulling his boxers up he gets in bed puffing on a perfectly stuffed joint you have rolled Toji then passes it to Nanami as he exhales slowly.

 

 

“Shit, I haven’t smoked in a while that shit is good,” Toji says as he caresses your face but looks and speaks to Nanami.

 

 

“Ya, I got a friend to start dropping off here. He gets it from Amsterdam and brings back here I hated the shit she was smoking before it was dirt,” Nanami says chuckling softly as he takes a couple of puffs before putting it in between your lips. Like it’s part of your computer programming you inhale taking a long drag before using an un-trapped hand to pull it out to exhale.

 

 

“Fuck..” is all you can muster up to say before taking another long drag from the j feeling the effects immediately thankfully it made your legs not hurt as much. But your sore pussy is still being stretched as Nanami is still inside of you bucking into you every now and then when you clench around him.

 

 

“You’ve had a good day today?” Nanami inquires watching you take a couple more puffs before passing it to Toji.

 

 

“Yes, daddy,” you mumble sleepily thinking about how all you’ve done was get fucked. You snuggle into Nanami as he’s being passed the joint all of you smoke in silence as you slowly fall asleep leaving Nanami and Toji to finish the j and talk.

 

 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*𝐼𝒩 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝐵𝐸𝒟 | 𝒩𝒜𝒩𝒜𝑀𝐼 & 𝒯𝒪𝒥𝐼 ’𝒮 𝒫𝒪𝒱✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

 

 

After finishing the joint with Toji Nanami slowly slips out of you as his dick has gone flaccid and watches as the cum leaks out of you. Standing up suddenly he slips on his boxers and you moan softly at the new emptiness and the coldness you felt in your sleep. You shift a little but thankfully don’t wake up and begin to snoring slightly. Nanami chuckles sitting back down slowly and Toji stands up completely and then fully gets out of bed. You groan as it starts to get cold shuffling over to where Nanami was sitting.

 

 

“I guess I can’t leave. But thank you for doing this I don’t know how she would’ve felt if you rejected her.” Nanami says turning to you to rub your side to keep you asleep.

 

 

“Like I said I’ve dreamt about a day like this. I hope I didn’t offend you when I said that it’s just your girl is beautiful and so caring I was shocked that she even brought it up to you.” Toji says crossing his arms and looking out the window as the sun has begun to set now.

 

 

“No, you didn’t offend me I understand it completely. I was the same way with her when I first saw her. She’s so enchanting I just had to know her and she made me think about things I tried to push out. But I have a feeling she’d want to keep this going honestly. She loves you very much I bet she’d want to have us all be together as a couple.” Nanami explains in between chuckles as the thought of that was interesting, to say the least. The two of them are two completely different people in a relationship with you an ethereal woman.

 

 

“I mean, that’d be cool. We’d share her and get to make her a mess almost every day that’d be a dream.” Toji says not thinking before he spoke shaking his head as he replayed what he just said in his head.

 

 

“We do get along pretty well and she’s spent from today. If we were to become a poly couple I could connect you with more work opportunities and it’d be great to have someone here to keep her company while I try to start this small business.” Nanami explains like he’s actually thinking about it. He never saw himself being in a polyamorous relationship but he’s found out a lot of new things about himself recently. “Toji, I’m serious it’ll be like a little surprise for her she won’t see this coming from either of us at all. You could stay here and even bring Megumi she’s great with kids and it’s not far from Tokyo. I don’t know your co-parenting schedule or situation right now but I bet we could work something out.” Nanami states trying to sell the idea to Toji but he’s still looking out the window starting to contemplate his decision.

 

 

‘I mean it’s better than living in that shoebox of an apartment. Megumi could bring his friends over and actually have fun. I’d be in a throuple and I get access to seeing y/n more and get to fuck her whenever with or without Nanami. It’s not the worst idea…’ Toji thinks to himself rubbing his chin as he runs through all possibilities and outcomes.

 

 

“I’m in but I am keeping the apartment I have just in case,” Toji explains looking at Nanami now smirking softly. “You must really love her..” he says softly looking at you now sleeping so peacefully looking like an angel.

 

 

“I do, I really do but I can also tell you do as well. I noticed as well as time went on and I even became jealous. But I thought to myself maybe I’m just being selfish and controlling maybe I am not but still. I don’t want to stifle your feelings and make you not experience what I am experiencing. I see she brings out that side in you Toji, she does the same for me. Who am I to rob you of that experience? And when she told me she wanted to fuck you or have a threesome with you it turned me on thinking about us both demolishing her.” Nanami explains looking at you as well you scrunch up your nose and groan softly before shifting again.

‘So beautiful and perfect how could I not share you, my love? Maybe I’m jumping the gun but everything has gone so fast and has felt so right this feels no different than when I asked her out.’ Nanami thinks to himself as he bites the inside of his cheek as anxiety grows thinking he possibly could mess the whole thing up.

 

 

“Wow she really has changed you, man I need a drink this is something..” Toji teases walking out of the room and downstairs. Nanami kisses you on the cheek covering you with the covers before following behind Toji meeting at the base of the stairs. “I’m gonna grab my clothes and put them on real quick.” Toji explains dipping into the sex room and re-entering wearing his grey sweatpants and black shirt handing Nanami his clothes. Nanami slips them on shaking his head as he didn’t realize he was just walking around with his boxers on.

 

 

 

“Follow me, my office has all the whiskey in it,” Nanami explains guiding Toji to the office and swinging the door open showing a clean and orderly room. His office is dark with one big window in the middle of the wall facing the street. Nanami pushes out a whiskey cart and sits down on a couch that’s conveniently positioned across the room in a nook. Toji plops down next to Nanami heaving a sigh and picking up a cup Nanami pours him a generous amount of ‘Hibiki 30 year old blended whiskey’; Toji nearly jumps out of his skin taking his first sip.

 

 

“How the fuck are you drinking this neat also isn’t this an almost ¥1,000,000 yen Nanami!?” Toji exclaims puckering his lips trying not to spit out the alcohol and Nanami just nods ‘yes’ as he laughs and takes a sip. The two men sit in silence both thinking about what they both just agreed to. “You won’t try to kill me if I get her pregnant right?” Toji teases trying to break the silence and taking a smaller sip from his glass.

 

 

“No, I wouldn’t but she’s on the pill so I am not too worried about it. But she would look even more beautiful pregnant,” Nanami says daydreaming about you pregnant and glowing. “I will control my jealousy but we can give it a trial run to see how you feel about it by the end of the week. You don’t have anything planned or jobs lined up this week do you?” Nanami inquires twirling his cup as he thinks about how this will all play out.

 

 

“No, I’d be happy to fuck your girl all week and see if I wanna commit.” Toji teases laughing softly as the drink and joint were affecting him.

 

 

“Then let me know by Friday how you feel about it,” Nanami says ignoring what Toji just said but just smirks shaking his head. “You are a devious dog aren’t you,” Nanami teases this time taking another sip of his drink and finishing it off.

 

 

“You saw what I did,” Toji replies taking another small sip trying not to waste the drink. “We had her trembling like a leaf and before you barged in she was spent,” he explains pointing at Nanami.

 

 

“You saw her she wanted me,” Nanami says grinning from ear to ear now. They both chuckle thinking about how you were so ravenous for the both of them.

 

 

“Serious question, do you want to marry her Nanami? Like you said she has made you think, change for the better for yourself, and you even seem happier around her. Why not just take her completely off the market now.” Toji inquires just chugging the rest of the glass and coughing a little bit once he was done.

 

 

“I do actually she really brought out a new Nanami Kento one I never expected. I’ve always been gentlemanly but this go around courting her I enjoyed doing it. Even if I wanted to devour her right then and there. But she was amazing and fun to be around even if I wasn’t fucking her yet. She was refreshing to be around I didn’t feel like I had to show out for her. I just was me and she adored that even if I was in my growing stages when we started to talk seriously. Also ever since I met her I wanted to protect her don’t get me wrong the past women I was with I’d protect them. But I never truly worried about their feelings or ambitions. I would die for y/n.” Nanami explains staring into his empty glass recounting how you two first met, when he came over to your house, when you guys went on your first date, and the first kiss. Nanami began to feel heat rush to his face so he bowed his head trying to hide the bright red blush covering his cheeks.

 

 

“Wow, that was deep Nanami I understand how you feel. Just protecting her for those few months was enough for me but when I saved her from Geto and Gojo something shifted in me. The last time I felt like I’d die for someone was my kid and ex wife. It’s definitely a refreshing feeling and she’s so heartwarming it just makes you melt,” Toji explains talking with his hands as spoke.

 

 

“Ya, she does that to people I don’t know how but she makes people feel comfortable around her,” Nanami says standing up now. “I’m gonna lay down that glass and joint have hit me all at once. There’s a guest room right next to ours you can rest there.” Nanami explains as he walks out of the office waving ‘goodbye’.




“Thanks,” Toji says as he leans over and puts his elbows on his knees.

 

 

‘I can’t believe this is happening honestly. Nanami has changed so much since when I met him. He was so cold and straight to the point but now he’s smiling.’ Toji thinks to himself before getting up and walking up to the guest room. As he closed the door he turned around to see a huge bed calling his name. Toji strips again down to his boxers and plops into the bed throwing the cover over him. ‘This will be a story I tell my grandkids 'cause this is insane.’ Toji thinks to himself before slowly drifting into a deep sleep.

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[kingofangst]

A Senpai's Sacrifice

OKAY RIGHT NOW I AM IN MY FEELS OF ANGST AND SADNES. I AM COPING RIGHT NOW.

So here is a bittersweet one-shot I created, where surname-san makes a tough decision and sacrifice! While I incorporated some of the lyrics of Unravel by TK Ling (DIsclaimer: I do not own the rights to this song) to darken the mood. This has nothing to do with my Jujutsu Kaisen fanfic au: A Nexis's Peril, this is a totally different oneshot I wrote myself. Enjoy the derpession!

Characters: Itadori Yuji, Kugisaku Nobara, Mahito, past reader, past Satoru Gojo, reader-senpai, reader is gender-neutral

Warnings: Graphic violence, past bullying, that's about it

P.S: Made some edits when I noticed I saw some typos and I had to change it from "he" to "they" to make it gender-neutral. Sorry about that!

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There were...there are two Mahitos. That explains why Nobara damaged Mahito's soul, she fought a clone and used her resonance to Mahito's clone as an effigy to damage Mahito's soul-

Their blood freezes when the real Mahito switches places with his clone

"RUUUNNN!!! KUGISAKI!!!"

The pain in Itadori's voice made Surname-san recoil, but pales in comparison as they watch the real Mahito charge at Kugisaki who is in shock at the scene before her. Then everything went in slow-motion…

No...no no no no no no no no NO!

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This wasn't how things were supposed to end...they didn't expect things to turn out this bad without Gojo-sensei…

Kugisaku...Kugisaki...Kugisaki...Kugisaki...KUGISAKI!!!

4

They can't afford to see their own kouhai, who they watched grow in the past months, this fiery and passionate girl of steel taking out two Special Grade curses with Itadori 5 weeks ago, die in front of them or Itadori who has already lost so much...from Shibuya's destruction...Nanami-sensei's death…

3

There's no place in this world that they would want more than to see their kouhais safe and happy, away from all of this...Okinawa sounds like a happier place to be in than here…

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"Cursed Technique: Kyomu no Ten'i..." They manifest with their cursed energy, having their hands out, creating a sphere of black energy, getting lighter and lighter as they prepare themselves for their last stand…

1

"...Shin'en no Kokan!"

"You're a weird kid, you know that?"

"Huh?" They question, looking up at a classmate in their 4th grade science classroom, eyeing the other kid.

"I said you're weird...how are you even good at making things explode when you can't even make friends?"

Those were the words that stuck inside of 10 year-old Surname-san's head since the 4th grade. They weren't the most sociable kid, nor the funniest, nor the most popular. But they knew they were different from anyone else in that classroom and in the school. How does one explain to someone who is purely human that they can see curses at a young age?

Oshiete oshiete yo sono shikumi wo

Surname-san saw the green and purple curse swarming around the antagonistic kid's shoulders like a cobra, it's weird seven eyes staring back at their eyes. Of course, Surname-san didn't do much except leave, as the kid continued to shout and bully them as they walked away. School was horrible, life was horrible as a foster kid, they had no will or desire to even fix things. They thought they were cursed since birth.

Boku no naka ni da ga iru no?

A week after their hardships, a tragedy happened, one that happened in their school. The day that they lost their entire class and grade to a horrific curse…the very same one that was on the kid that bullied them…

Kowareta, Kowareta yo kono sekai de

The hideous, cobra-like curse, slithering towards them from corpse to corpse, taking one life after another while they watch the carnage before them, shivering in fear

Kimi ga warau nanimo miezu ni

Running through the bloodied hallways of the school while the curse was hot on their trail wanting to consume them and their soul, shouting eerily “you’re weird!” “you will never make friends!” “why can’t you just die?” the words are all too familiar, from the very voice of the boy that is now dead. Now they stood in a corner and trapped between a wall and the path of where the curse was, hissing with a maniacal grin. The individual felt scared, horrified and was the only one alive against this very strong, hideous being. 

Beings they have seen on a regular basis, the sheer malevolence and disturbance of them from humans. As the curse leaped forward and went in for the kill, the individual shielded their faces as if to not face the gruesome fate that awaited them, unknowingly producing black circles that shot out to the curse. Instead of hearing their flesh and bones crack, they heard thuds and sounds of pain yelps. They open their eyes to see a shocking sight before them. The curse, in pieces, held separately by black swirling voids, crying in pain before starting to vanish into thin air.

Kowareta boku nante sa iki wo tomete

They never knew they could produce such abilities from their hands. How on Earth did they do such a thing? The crashing of windows burst through, shattering on the floor, startling them when a tall figure with white hair, all dressed in black with shades lands on the floor, their feet crunching the glass that shattered. The male, looking between them and the now evaporating curse and the odd, circular black things exorcising the curse, is surprised and impressed. He watches the curse being destroyed, before walking up to the frightened child that began crying silently.

Hodokenai mou hodokenai yo shinjitsu sae freeze

“That was you?”

“H-Hai- I don’t know I- I don’t know what I did b-but everyone d-died and it chased me and I-I…I was running and I d-didn’t want this to eat…eat me-!” Their hiccups and sobs overtook their voice as the taller figure realized what this kid had before pulling him into a hug after a traumatic and grotesque event.

Kowaseru kowasenai kurueru kuruenai anata wo mitsukete

“Kid, what’s your name?”

“Surname first-name…” They sobbed into the male’s chest, finally letting out their pent up emotions of being bullied from school and foster care, not being seen as a person, not being defended by the guardians at foster care, not being able to have a happy life since birth. They felt cursed and just wanted to be erased from this world.

“You’re not a curse…” Is what the male tells them is what makes them realize they said it out loud. “You are a special human being. One that can control your cursed energy and can be able to use a cursed technique. Surname-san, my name is Satoru Gojo, and you are a sorcerer. I see you’ve had a rough life judging by what you said out loud. So let’s forget about that, forget what life throws at you, and let me help train you?”

And so, they took his hand, out of awe and pent up emotions of what this male told them, saying “You’ll be doing amazing things, surname-san.”

“SURNAME-SENPAI!!”

YURETA YUGANDA SEKAI NI DANDAN BOKU WA SUKITOTTE MIENAKU NATTE

One second, Kugisaki found herself in shock, staring at Mahito’s hand inches away from her face, then the next second being pulled in a black void that was endless, before seeing light and same beige tiles of the place she was in, falling beside Itadori whose pained shout she heard echo the hallway. She turns in time to see her senpai, in the exact place she was in, horror taking her features as Mahito’s hand swipes Surname-san’s face. They switched places with her!

"Surname-senpai! What the hell did you do!?"

MITSUKENAIDE BOKU NO KOTO WA MITSUMENAIDE

So this is what it feels like to be touched by Idle Transfiguration, they think as Mahito’s evil cackle erupts in the atmosphere before gripping their head in discomfort. They already felt their soul begin to unravel, their brain starting to become painful.

Kugisaki didn't want to admit the grim truth of their senpai's actions. But no matter how much she tried to think otherwise, she couldn't think of one. Because...Surname-senpai sacrificed their life for her by switching places at the exact moment Mahito was supposed to touch her, and taking her place.

DAREKA GA EGAITA SEKAI NO NAKE DE ANATA WO KIZUTSUKETAKU WA NAI YO

“SENPAI!!!” Both of their voices called them out, fear and horror in their tone. This isn’t how they wanted to die, or go out. But if it means to save someone younger than them, then it’s worth that sacrifice. The memories of them since entering Tokyo Jujutsu Tech pouring in like a movie film, each memory of them with their classmates…

Maki…Toge…Panda…Yuta…gomenasai…looks like I won’t be treating you all to sukiyaki at Ginza…

"Gomen, Kugisaki but I promised Nitta-chan and Maki that I'd help you survive." They chuckle sadly, knowing the pain is only increasing and seeing Kugisaki's angry and horrified expression with Itadori's terrified one.

OBOETEITE BOKU NO KOTO WO

The drops of blood from both of their nasal holes, dripping rapidly, along with their head feeling as if it is going to implode, makes them gaze up to the scared eyes of Itadori and Kugisaki, their eyes widening in horror at how Surname-san is looking. I am so sorry you have to see this…

Oshiete 

Maki…Yuta…Toge…Panda…Hakari…Hoshi…Gojo-sensei…Fushiguro-kun…Yaga-san…Ieiri-san…I…I am so sorry for this…I can’t make my promise…but…arigato

Oshiete

“Itadori-kun, Kugisaki-chan…thank you…for making me believe I was a good person…live a long life…both of you…”

Boku no naka ni

Those were the final words of their senpai, before hearing a gross popping, then witnessing their head explode into flesh, blood and brain matter scattering the floor and their uniform before the headless corpse falls to the floor with a sickening crack to the floor.

Then, the hallways echoed nothing but Itadori’s and Kugisaki’s cries…while Mahito was cackling at the demise of someone important to them

Dare ga iru no?

Itadori's cries echo the hallways the loudest alongside Kugisaki's crestfallen and tear-gazed expression. Itadori couldn't take it anymore...the tears cascacding down his face as his eyes lose the brightness in them completely.

Their senpai's bloody, mutilated and headless corpse was in front of them.

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Congratulations, you'll have depression now. You're welcome!

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[monsterrae1]

tease tidbit tuesday! 👨🏻‍🍼👨🏼‍🍼

Tagged by @heartbeatdiaz @prince-buck-diaz @jesuisici33 thanks !! 🖤

rule: share whatever scene or snippet from your fic that has you excited, ig???

This is the last thing I wrote in the girl dad au, so here you guys have it;

Once in Bobby's office, he handed Buck a bunch of papers for him to fill and smiled at him the entire time that Buck was working on them.

"How are you feeling?" Bobby asked when Buck handed over everything.

"Terrified," Buck replied, making Bobby chuckle, "I wanted to be a dad so bad, you know? And now that I have her, all I can think of is how I'm just gonna screw her over He shook his head,

"You're the closest thing I've got a good father figure, Bobby, but every single insecurity that my parents gave me, is still there, I'm just afraid I'm gonna make the same mistakes over and over" Bobby shook his head, "You won't kid, and you're not alone, you have all of us, okay? But I have no doubts that you're gonna do great, because you already do, to some degree, with Christopher" Buck blushed and look away "That's not the same, at the end of the day I get to hand Christopher back to his dad; with Kai, I'm fully responsible for her'

"It is scary, but I know you Buck, you're gonna give your all to that little girl. If anyone is going to be a great father, if going to be you"

Buck smiled, feeling lighter, Bobby having this much faith in him reassured him that he wasn't going to be a completely horrible father.

Bobby told him to not worry about the paperwork, that he had a couple of weeks for paternity leave, plus a lot of PTO that he could use to get settled, and since Chim was also scheduled to come back in a week or so, they would deal with temporary replacements until then, Buck was about to apologize for the inconvenience, but Bobby waved it away and told him to go back to his daughter.

Buck made his way back to the loft quickly, itching to be back with his daughter, but once he was at the top of the stairs he had to stop and take in the sight for a minute, telling himself that this was probably all he was gonna get and that he needed to savor it, at least for the next handful of minutes.

Eddie had taken a seat in one of the sofas, Kai still cradled safely in his arms, but she was awake now, Eddie was speaking nonsense to her in a soft voice and Buck couldn't quite make out what he was saying, one of her little hands was holding tightly into his finger, and Eddie was pretending to eat it, all while Kai just started at him with wide eyes - He knew that she couldn't quite see just yet, but she still seemed fascinated by Eddie.

Part of him wished he could stay there longer and pretend that Eddie was holding their daughter, and not just looking after Buck's daughter while he was busy; but he needed to save his own heart from the heartbreak, and before it could get any wild ideas - like asking for Eddie's hand in marriage - he walked to them and sat down by their side.

"She's beautiful, Buck" Eddie said, eyes still stuck on Kai, Buck couldn't help but smile at them.

“Yeah, she really is, isn’t she”

Eddie turned to look at him, and that soft smile that was directed at his daughter one second ago, didn’t flag as he now directed it at Buck, “You’re gonna be such a good dad”

Buck’s heart did a bunch of acrobatics in his chest, making him blush and feel like it was going to beat out of it any second, “I’m gonna try, that’s for sure”

“That’s all you can do” Eddie said, sighing, “I kinda don’t wanna give her back”

That make Buck chuckle and relaxed back into the sofa, “Yeah, wait until she stars crying, little girl has a good set of lungs”

Eddie laughed, but since Buck still had a few more minutes until he really had to leave, he figured that he could let Eddie had a little longer with Kai.

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Tagging if they wanna do this @brokenribsdiaz @loveyourownsmiilee @cowboydiazes @cowboy-buddie @buddierights @alyxmastershipper @heartshapedvows @prettyboybuckley @rogerzsteven @honestlydarkprincess @bigfootsmom @elvensorceress @spotsandsocks @shortsighted-owl @hippolotamus @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @ebdaydreamer @exhuastedpigeon @panbuckley and whoever else wants to do this!

#tease tidbit Tuesday #buddie #buddie wip #wip don’t you ever grow up

[smbyt]

TF141 + König x GN!Reader who started the flame in the middle of the night and still be cheeky about it the following day. (P1)

(Vietnamese version here, English isn't my first language so I hope you guys could read this easily)

Including: Ghost, Gaz (in P1), Soap, König (in P2) Price (in P3 cause I wrote a lot for him @@)

Warning: swearing, a little suggestive (of course SFW, just flirting), mention about König smokes

Reader is their teammate (and secret lover, but reader is new to König), no pronoun or sign name, just some nickname like kid, princess (just for teasing, not related to reader's gender), rookie,...

This post (https://www.facebook.com/photo?fbid=251581517229194&set=a.603460821183422) inspired me so… here we are =)))))) 

Translated: A had done some stupid things that B had to wake up and extinguish the fire. However, the next day, A still winked cheekily at B and went: “Such a hot night, right?” (I do not sure that "hot" in English means the same with "spicy" or "sexy" but... I still write these things...)

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Simon "Ghost" Riley:

Will be extremely angry and ask (bark) why you made the fire.

Grabs your waist tight and is ready to crush you if you don't answer honestly and "sounds right" about what you did.

“Such a hot night, isn’t it?” 

Now, you’re fucked up.

Ghost, of course, before punishing you with cleaning the toilet, will suggest burning something else that sounds "smarter" than the one you burned (to insult your stupidity, obviously). Even if you are his love for a thousand years, he still punishes you.

But if the two of you have xxx together, prepare, soldier, the next night Ghost will make you too exhausted to the point that you can not lift even a finger to burn anything else.

If you cry after being punished? 

“Now which is hotter? The fire you burned last night or your tears now?"

After the helicopter landed, you and the members of 141 all tiredly went to their rooms. Everyone was exhausted from the mission they had so the softy bed was the only thing in their minds. But somehow, you still had enough energy to bring a bunch of stuff to Ghost's room.

"What?"

He frowned at you, now without the mask making it easier to see how annoying he was.

“Can I sleep over? Will be good, won't disturb you"

You grinned and showed Ghost some of the sundries you picked up while on a mission. These are a lighter, a butterfly knife, electrical cords, a weird mp3, and other things that you will always pick up and take home whenever you see them.

Ghost rolled his eyes wearily, but still opened the door for you to enter.

You sit on the bed as comfortably as you are in your room, continuing to grin at Ghost while he uncomfortably took a look at his broken weapons. Speaking of, not everyone Ghost would allow to do that, because if it was anyone else, this guy would have kicked their ass out of the base since they knocked on the door. But you are different, a fool who dared to cut open his frozen heart to sneak in. And he could not refuse any request of the person in his heart.

You just sit and played with your stuff until Ghost has finished checking the weapons, and as promised, you just sit alone and didn't make any noise. Ghost went to take a shower, then tiredly laid down on the bed, right next to where you were playing. His big body wouldn't normally fit on the bed, now you took up a large space, so Ghost had to shrink even more, which was more uncomfortable.

"Don't break anything, you hear me?"

“Promise”

Ghost muttered exasperatedly before wrapping his arms around your waist and starting to drift off to sleep. The mission earlier had drained his strength, causing a man who had never known fatigue to surrender. Moreover, you were sitting beside him, your scent made him feel so comfortable that he just wanted to enjoy the night and didn't want to do anything else. It had been a long time since Ghost had formed this habit, every time he hugged you, Ghost just wanted to sleep and immerse himself in the presence of his lover, because only you can make him feel peaceful and relaxed.

Tonight, Ghost didn't dream. Dreams only existed when he did not do his best and not be exhausted. Ghost loved the darkness that surrounded him, the darkness that had been with him since he was young. Perhaps, if you were the person Ghost loved, the darkness was his soulmate.

"Fucking hell..."

The murky darkness suddenly had your voice, the voice panicking like the screams that Ghost often heard.

"My god!!!"

Ghost woke up from his sleep, and the first thing he saw was the bright light of the fire on the mattress, and you were trying to put out the fire with his bulletproof vest.

“What the fuck!?”

Ghost quickly jumped out of bed, opened the door to run to a fire extinguisher in the hallway, then brought it into the room, opened the valve and sprayed hard on the fire to put it out.

“You were not allowed to break so you burned!?”

"Sorry!!!"

You whispered a scream, and the chaos got the attention of the people in the nearby rooms. They ran out to see where the noise was coming from and discovered that it was from Ghost's room. You panicked, you couldn't let them know you were here, otherwise, your secret relationship will be discovered.

“Bye Simon, have a nice night”

You tapped Ghost trying to put out the remaining fire in the bed on the shoulder, and by the time people didn't notice, you blended into the crowd and pretended you'd just arrived.

"Ghost, what happened?"

“A mouse burned my bed”

…

The next morning, you were on your way to see Captain Price to report on what you had done for the mission yesterday when suddenly you saw Ghost walking in your direction. Your big boy must have had to deal with a lot of strange questions from teammates and Captain Price last night about the burnt bed.

You smiled, raised your hand to greet Ghost.

“Good morning” you winked, suddenly wanting to tease. "Such a hot night, wasn't it, Lieutenant?"

After your saying, Ghost suddenly grabbed your hand and pushed you against the wall, his intimidating shape enveloped you. He leaned over in frustration, his hand gripping your wrist tightening even more.

"Fucking hell, why did you burn the bed last night?"

“I didn't”

You pretended to be innocent, blinking at Ghost - the man who was ready to tear you in half like the way he had killed countless enemies on the battlefield. But Simon can't bear to do that to you, he could only vent his anger by barking you in the face.

“You didn't!? Listen, soldier, I don't have time to joke around. Do you know how hard I have to explain to Price? You're getting me in trouble."

Ghost grabbed your chin, forcing you to look him directly in the eye. The eyes were now burning like the flames in his bed last night.

“Say, why did the mattress burn last night?"

This time you didn't tease Ghost anymore, hesitantly answering: "Because I was curious..."

"Curious so you burned the mattress? Do you want to go scrubbing the toilet to get more curious about it?"

“I was just studying!”

"Study what!?"

Ghost angrily pulled your waist against him, crushing your waist with the squeeze of those strong hands.

You whispered: “Learn about something that can catch fire… like does steel burn…”

You felt the hand gripping your waist get stronger, maybe in a few minutes, your waist would be split in two if this continued.

“Then why…”

Then you heard the growl of Ghost, through the mask, you still knew he was grinding his teeth.

“…not the bed feet?”

“Pardon?” you were dumbfounded, trying to process his question. 

“SO WHY DON’T YOU BURN THE BED FEET? YOU FUCKING BURNED YOUR MATTRESS BECAUSE OF THAT STUPID STUDY!?” 

Ghost barked at you, fortunately, the mask has stopped the saliva splashing out from his mouth. It was clear that he had put all his energy into that sentence by the way your eardrums still vibrated a few seconds later.

You grinned happily, and stars started to shine in your eyes: “Because now I could know that mattress isn’t made of steel”

“You fucking know what?” now it’s his turn to be dumbfounded.

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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

Gaz will laugh if you do that, laughing awkwardly and telling you to keep your mouth shut.

However, he will also have a headache about your stupid games.

Might hug you if you keep teasing him

Maybe lift you up to the table, and he will stand between your legs to retaliate.

“Such a hot night, so do you want a hot morning too?”

"Come on mate, I am not afraid of being caught while eating you out."

But surely he will be punished with you for your stupid games without any complaint.

However, you still have to have something to repay his patience. For example, another hot night, but figuratively not literally =)))))))))))

You and Gaz had been dating for months and he always pampered his lover too much. So tonight you wanted to sleep in Gaz's room and of course, this guy was extremely welcoming to you.

“Wanna sleep together?”

Gaz gently asked you, then comfortably took off his hoodie and prepared to go to sleep. You looked up at his thick muscles, shiny and juicy, making you forget the current question.

Gaz could feel your stare at him as if you wanted to eat him out, and that made him chuckle. No matter how many times you had seen his body, you still couldn't help but admire the juicy and thick body of the special force guy. Gaz flexed his muscles to tease you, and you two continued to laugh.

"Is it juicy?"

“Fucking thick, lemme bite it”

"No, need to sleep"

Gaz rubbed your head, leaving you alone on the floor, he tried to dodge your things on the ground to get on the bed, then lay down and fell asleep immediately.

Poor this young man, it must have been his recent duties that had exhausted him. He slept like the dead, nothing can disturb his sleep now. Only the sound of pouring water, the sound of tearing fabric, and the sound of bottles crashing together pulled him out of his dream. But he still didn't wake up, continued to cover his ears and fell asleep again.

After a while, Gaz suddenly smelled something pungent from where you were sitting. It smelled like gasoline or tar, but how do you steal those things from the storage? Didn't Price already forbid the two of you to come near it without permission?

"What's the smell?"

Gaz reached out to scratch his bare back, dreamily asking you to make sure you were okay. But he only received a simple answer from you: "Nothing, sleep well baby."

"Alright…"

Gaz trusted you and then continued to find the promised land in his dream. The two of you had fought too long together that Gaz was always willing to put his life on the line to trust you, and now he did too, trusting your negligent reassurance without even knowing something terrible was about to happen.

And then… something shattered!

After the crack of a glass bottle, flames engulfed the room. The heat and your screams made Gaz jump.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?”

“IT’S JUST AN ACCIDENCE!”

You tried to open the valve of the fire extinguisher, pointing at the pile of broken bottles on the floor. Gaz opened his eyes, fuck, did you just make Molotov in the room?

It was a weapon with a simple structure but easy to make, also known as the Molotov bomb, and the materials to make them were nothing more than a glass bottle, gasoline and a cloth for the wick to burn. Gaz quickly helped you with another fire extinguisher he found in the hallway, and you two used all your energy to put out the blazing fire.

"STOP BEING STUPID, OK!!!? DID YOU HURT??”

"NO! BUT I'M NOT STUPID!!? ACCIDENTLY DROPPED IT!!!”

“NOT STUPID YOU SAY!???”

The noise of you two made people in other rooms run over to see, as soon as they arrived, both of you had put out the fire, and stood panting as if you were about to die. Soap went into the room first, grinning: “What are you two playing? Seems so fun. Why don't ya invite me?"

“Inviting you to burn my whole room?”

Gaz snorted, then suppressed his laughter and went to put away the fire extinguisher. He knew they were both fucked up for sure, you two would be scolded by Captain Price anyway. And as expected, Price arrived right after Gaz returned to the room.

"What's wrong with you two?" Price asked annoyingly, crossing his arms and looking at the mess you had made. Seeing that he was still properly dressed, he must have not slept until now, he must have been doing a report when he heard the noise and ran out immediately.

"Sir, I did some stupid things"

You stood up to report, then pointed at the bottles on the floor: “I was going to try to make Molotov cocktails, but I accidentally dropped them.”

“Did you hurt?”

“No, but Gaz lost his shirt.”

Gaz tried not to laugh, looked at you and tried to check to make sure you didn't have any wounds on your body. It is true that except for the dark spots on your pants, you have nothing hurt.

Price sighed at your annoyance, then carried both of you up to his office room so that he could clarify the matter.

…

The next morning, you and Gaz had to clean the toilet because of yesterday's incident, after cleaning the last toilet, you went out and winked at Gaz: "What a hot night, right, Gaz?"

He was cleaning the sinks and suddenly sighed, giving you a helpless smile.

"Shut up..."

"Come on mate, you were as hot as I was last night"

Gaz couldn't help but smile, throwing the washcloth at you. You jumped to the side to dodge, then waved the toilet brush as if it were a stylish handbag.

"What? You like it too! I have never had such a hot and passionate night like that, just only with you.”

"Oh please shut up!"

Gaz laughed and hugged you, then lifted you up and swayed like you were a doll, he couldn't stand the teasing. You two stood laughing for a while, then Gaz let you down, "accidentally" patted your butt.

"Don't do that next time, it's not safe at all"

“I solemnly promise not to burn down your room again next time.”

Gaz grinned, choosing to trust you again, his smile was so bright that you forgot you were standing in the toilet, not in a shining castle and Gaz was the handsome prince you'd been looking for. Gaz was exhausted with your game, turned around to pick up the washcloth to continue cleaning, but you slapped his ass: "Next time I'll burn your clothes"

And then, unexpectedly, Gaz stood up and lifted you to sit on the washstand, squeezing your thighs and pulling you close to his body.

“Say again, I'll give you an equally hot morning,” Gaz's voice was strangely hoarse by now, the hand on your thighs getting tighter and tighter.

He leaned over and whispered in your ear: "I don't mind letting people know that I'm devouring you at this moment."

And he actually didn't =))))))))))) break a leg!

#call of duty #call of duty x reader #call of duty headcanons #simon ghost riley #modern warfare 2 #mw2 #captain john price x reader #captain price #captain john price #john price x reader #john price #konig x reader #call of duty konig #könig x reader #könig mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x you #gaz x you #john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #soap x reader #vietnamese fiction

[rising-volteccers]

So, this is a sort of word vomit piece where I just wrote stuff out to cope during a bad brain day and apply it to Friede. Nothing like a bit of self projection onto your favs, right? It turned out more cuter(?) than expected but I suppose when you add the kids in it, it's almost always going to be lighter than intended. Essentially it involves painting nails haha.

Anyway, hope this is still an enjoyable read!

Series: Pokemon Horizons

Characters: Friede, Liko

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Occasionally, Friede had days where his mind became too cluttered. There was no rhyme nor reason for it to happen. He'd wake up in the morning and just knew. Focusing on one line of thought proved difficult, as did staying put long enough to be productive. He felt the need to do one thing or another yet found himself stuck with indecisiveness that it left him doing nothing at the end.

Over time, Friede found a way that helped him silence the buzzing thoughts. He came across it by accident during his college years and had since applied it whenever one of those days struck. 

Today was one of them. 

Sitting at the edge of his bed, Friede inspected one of the small bottles laid out on the desk next to it. He resisted the urge to tug at his hair and instead picked one up. With the rest of his supplies at hand, he spread out a small towel on the surface. 

Friede began by swiping some nail polish remover over his nails. He stared at each one, forcing his thoughts to focus on how it removes excess polish even if he hadn’t worn some it still removes the natural oils on the nail it’ll make applying the layers smoother and it’ll last longer.

After that, he used a cuticle stick to push the soft skin of each cuticle back to the edge of his nail. He wrangled his brain to think on how pushed back cuticles makes it look even when he paints he didn’t want it to look messy. 

Once he did that, he began to apply a base coat of clear nail polish on his left thumb. One stripe down the middle, left and then right. Rinse and repeat. While he waited for them to dry, he funneled his thoughts into deciding clear or color clear or color he’ll go with clear it’s not noticeable so less questions ask the better.

With his decision made, Friede dipped the brush into the clear polish again before placing a drop of it directly in the center, just above the cuticle. Then he brushed upwards all the way to the tip. Repeat on the left, following the curve to the tip. Repeat on the right, also curve to tip. 

He paused to inspect the first applied layer. It looked neat, which started to dislodge some of the thoughts in his ever busy mind. Friede repeated the process one by one. Each time he stopped to inspect, and once satisfied, he found it easier to fall into a rhythm. He just focused on the act, on each stripe and bask in the soft glow of pride when he saw how neat it looked. 

Doing this for half an hour calmed him in a way that was hard to describe. Perhaps it was the repetitive nature of applying each layer of polish. Maybe it was the sense of focus he got to ensure that he didn’t mess things up. He certainly liked the way he felt more at ease in his own skin now that his brain wasn’t questioning every single thing he did.

With the entirety of his attention laid on applying the final coat to his pinky, Friede didn’t notice the light knocks on his door. Once done, he inspected his work, feeling himself smile at how neat the clear polish looked on his nails. Was it actually visible or was he simply envisioning it in his mind? Who knows but it made him happy so that was all that mattered.

Friede placed his hand back down atop the towel to let it dry. Then he looked up–only to find a pair of eyes peeking at him from the slightly ajar door. He nearly jerked his hand back in shock, barely avoiding knocking off the small bottles on the table. 

“Liko,” he breathed out, wrestling back his slipped control. Friede released a slow, steadying breath before plastering on a light smile. “I didn’t hear you, sorry. Were you looking for me?”

“N-No, I’m sorry for surprising you,” she apologized, eyes flickering to her shuffling feet before going back at him. “I wanted to ask if you could help me with this bit I’m stuck on but you looked so focused that I didn’t want to disturb… I didn’t know you painted nails.”

“I’m not exactly advertising it. I usually just wear clear nail polish so you wouldn’t really be able to see it anyway,” Friede replied easily. He was in a better headspace than before that he didn’t feel the need to deflect. 

“I see. I thought using nail polish would paint your nails in colors,” Liko stated, pushing the door to properly enter after Friede gestured for her to do so with his free hand.

“Well I do have colored nail polish if I’m in the mood but I usually use the clear one. Harder to spot if I mess up.” Which he didn’t so don’t start second guessing himself now. He had no reason to work his thoughts up into a frenzy and undoing all the progress he did. 

“Oh, is it difficult to clean up if you mess it up?”

“Nah, you’d use nail polish remover if you get some on your skin but it can be drying and harsh. Plus it’s just a pain to go through the steps to have it properly removed so–” A faint shrug. “–I just do my best to keep it neat.”

“I see. Is it… is it hard to paint nails?” 

Here, Friede paused to take in the girl before him. It didn’t take long for him to make the connection for all these leading questions. Knowing Liko, she was probably too shy to outright ask. He briefly considered it, then decided that ignoring the tells would make him feel bad. 

“Well, it takes a lot of practice to make it look neat. I can paint your nails if you want.” Friede threw out the offer so the choice was up to Liko.

“E-Eh? Realy? I wouldn’t be disturbing you…?” Liko fiddled with the hem of her shirt, looking nervous but hopeful. 

“I wouldn’t have offered if it did,” he kindly replied. “Go ahead and take a seat on the chair, then.”

Liko did as instructed, her eyes immediately drawn to the small line of nail polish that Friede laid out in his indecisiveness earlier. 

“I don’t have much colors on hand but if you’re not sure on what to choose, I think this would suit you.” Friede reached over to pick up a bottle of teal nail polish. It wasn’t a color he personally wore but it had been a part of the set he bought. He gave it to Liko so she could inspect the bottle herself.

“Um, then I’d like this color.” She handed back the bottle to him. Friede then gently grabbed hold of her hand to check her nails. Unlike his, it looked like she kept them clean and nicely trimmed. He could probably go straight to applying the base coat but he decided to swipe her nails with the polish remover first.

“You’d use this to remove excess polish if you had some but it’s also used to remove natural oils on your nails if there’s any,” Friede explained, eyes never once straying from how carefully he swiped it. He didn’t want to accidentally get some on Liko’s skin.

She nodded, keeping herself still throughout the process. After that, Friede carefully took out the brush from the clear polish bottle to apply the base coat on her thumb.

“Usually you’d want to put a base clear coat like this. This is to protect the colored polish from staining your nail,” he spoke up, sensing that she likely had a lot of questions but felt hesitant to ask. 

Once he applied it to all the fingers on her left hand, they waited for it to dry. Friede began to paint on the first layer of teal polish using the same three swipe method from before. One down the center, curve from the left to the tip and repeat the same on the right. He just wanted to apply a thin first layer so it’d dry quicker. 

Friede focused on making sure each and every nail were painted on neatly. He found the act of painting another person’s nail calming in its own right. He had both hands to work with, giving him a higher degree of control. While his thoughts didn’t wander, it did allow him the opportunity to observe.

The biggest takeaway he got was Liko’s hand being smaller than his. Objectively he knew that but it put things into perspective when he actually held it. Kids her age would usually be in school or out on their journeys (if they had the capability to do so) but she was in a unique position of doing both. It was a little sad that it came from a place of danger but Friede had promised Lucca that he and the rest of his crew will look after Liko. 

Friede imagined had she stayed in school, Liko might have done this with her school friends. He learnt it in college as a means to focus when his mind became his own worse enemy but ordinarily, he pictured this to be a bonding activity between friends. Then again, he didn’t exactly have a normal school life himself so it was a lot of speculation on his part. It kept him focused though that by the time he ran out of things to observe, Friede was done with painting the nails on her left hand.

“There. Just keep your hand like that until the polish dries,” he stated, placing the brush back into the bottle for the time being. “After that I’ll apply a top coat to seal it and then we’re done. What do you think?”

Liko leaned closed to get a proper look without moving her hand. A smile easily came after she took in her painted nails. “It looks really good! Thank you Friede!”

“Heh, nothing to it. Gives me good practice too,” he replied easily, stamping down the mild embarrassment that rose from her genuine gratitude. “If you want, I can paint the nails on the other hand too if you don’t mind sitting around for awhile longer.”

“I’d like that!” Liko inspected them once more. “I’ve never had my nails painted before so seeing them done like this… I think I want to try it myself next time.”

“It’ll take lots of practice but I’m sure you can do it. You already have steady hands from drawing. Just have to get them used with the smaller brush,” he encouraged, flashing her a kind smile. “You can have this bottle and a few others if you’re interested in the color to start off with.”

“Really? You don’t mind it?”

“Nah. Like I said before, I usually use clear polish. Feel free to grab the colors you’re interested in.” 

“Um, what would you recommend?”

Friede blinked a couple of times, then smiled. He spent the next hour giving Liko tips to start out while he painted the rest of her nails. By the time she left his room, she sported a beaming smile, marveling at the pretty teal color. 

That was the first time he painted someone else’s nails in a long while. It pleased him to find the process calming as well. Compared to when he woke up this morning, Friede felt at ease with himself, able to think without his thoughts buzzing around to the point of distraction. 

Before he could put away his kit, Friede once again almost knocked the bottles over when the door abruptly opened.

“Friede! Liko showed me the nails you painted for her and please please please can you do that for me too?” Roy asked excitedly. 

Staring at the boy for a moment, Friede heaved out a soft sigh, resigned yet not displeased at all by the situation. This was probably going to be a regular occurrence, huh?

Well, he didn't mind the extra practice.

#Pokemon Horizons #Pokeani #Anipoke #Professor Friede #Liko (Pokemon) #Hana writes stuff

[thesofthuman]

I just entered my 30s. I wrote a lot as a kid and in my teens, but in my 20s I hardly wrote at all. Now that I am writing seriously again, I have this fear that since I spent a decade not honing my craft, I will never catch up and become really good at writing.

don't write to be good. write to play, write to feel, write to explore, write to express. if it is mainly to be good then i can promise you it won't be. write to know your own soul. write to understand its language that can only come from you. be lighter about it. it was a joy as a kid, it should be a joy now. <3

#advice

[in-my-feels-probably]

Hi! It’s no worries I’ve been around this app long enough to know it’s kinda buggy lol. Anyways, I actually remembered just now I wrote out my request in a random google doc before I sent it and never deleted it so I have able to just copy/paste!

Congrats on 1.7k!! May I have a romantic hunger games (it can be either the original films or the newer one) option 2 match up please? I go by she/her and am bi with no preference, so any gender is fine.

I’m about 5’5, dark blue eyes, medium length hair thats kinda too dark to be dirty blonde but not so dark that its light brown with slightly lighter blonde highlights throughout. Ive been told I typically wear what would be considered 90s type of style but leaning away from more feminine things tho I’m not opposed to dresses and all.

I do get pretty anxious when thrown in certain situations rather that be talking to a group of people or just one person. But on occasion and definitely when I get to know someone I never stop talking. I am a ranter and rambler which means I could be ranting about something that happened and then start talking about something else that may or may not be related to the original subject. Basically I will always find something to talk about though I do enjoy listening to other people talk. I am considered the mom friend because I tend to be the most logical. Im also a very determined, stubborn person who usually is kinda pessimistic but still has a huge imagination. And despite all the anxiety I am usually a relatively confident person and am not afraid to take up for anyone I care about. Also I am pretty good in school despite having a kinda bad memory. Also an INTJ, Sagittarius, and Ravenclaw.

I absolutely love writing and have for the longest time rather that be random original stories I make up or the various fanfics I have(lol). I also love drawing and painting and recently realized I’m actually pretty good at making art related to animals and the occasional landscape. I’ve also been a big music fan since I was a kid, I honestly dont know what I would do without it. I also really enjoy reading when I get the chance, like I could spend hours getting consumed by whatever I’m reading. Which also travels into me when I’m watching things. As in I spend a good bit of time just binge watching new or old shows. I also really like walking around and enjoying nature. Theres a few nature trails I love going on and would go to the zoo every weekend if I had the chance. Which also goes along to my love for animals. Also I do like going to random places with my friends.

And thats about all I can think of to say, hope it wasnt too much lol. But anyways, thanks in advance :)

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thanks for participating :)

since you have no gender preference, i’ll tell you who i ship you with out of both the boys and the girls, and then do the full thing for who i think you’re better suited for.

i ship you with katniss and peeta! i’m gonna go with katniss for this, hope that’s ok :)

katniss is absolutely not a people person. small talk makes her uncomfortable, and putting on a mask and playing a part doesn’t come easy to her. there’s a handful of people she’s comfortable talking to, and the rest don’t matter to her. she’d understand your apprehension getting to know people. but she’d feel pretty special when you opened up to her and started feeling comfortable venting and rambling. she may not be one for talking, but she does like listening. and you could listen to you talk for hours about whatever you wanted, happy to listen. you’re very alike as people. your values, your view on life, your temperament and your personality. you both being headstrong and stubborn could get in the way of your relationship sometimes, but you’d always manage to make her go soft around you. you’d be one of the few people that make her happy and help her feel relatively calm and safe, so she wouldn’t want to ruin that with petty arguments and bickering. you’d learn to work past it together quickly so you could get back to the simple things.

katniss doesn’t have much time for hobbies. plus, i don’t think she really allows herself the time to be idle. you’d have to constantly remind her to take a break and relax for a little while. she’d be too impatient for reading or art, but she’d enjoy hearing what you were reading about or working on. it would give her a sense of domesticity that she craved. and later on after the rebellion, she’d slowly start feeling more comfortable joining you with your hobbies and finding some of her own. i don’t think she considers herself to be a very talented person, but she would get a small sense of accomplishment and pride when she found a hobby she both enjoyed and was good at.

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the place she’d most feel at peace would probably be the forest. walking along the streams, hunting for deer, just breathing in the fresh air. it would be a place she enjoyed going alone, but eventually, she’d start asking you to go with her. she’d show you all the best places she’d come to catch something or just clear her mind for a little while. it would be peaceful and quiet, which she’d love. one day, she’d ask you if you wanted to bring along something to draw with. she’d take you up to a ridge she liked to sit at, letting you sit down and draw the landscape while she hunted for a few minutes. eventually, she’d make her way back to you, sitting down next to you.

“no luck?” you’d ask when you noticed her coming back with a full quiver and no kill.

she’d shrug, setting down her bow. “found a few wild turkeys down by the river. some of the hens were nesting. i didn’t want to bother them yet.”

you’d nod, going back to your drawing. she hadn’t been gone that long, but you’d already made significant progress drawing the ridge and hillside that led down into the valley where the meadow was. you could feel her eyes on you as you worked, and you’d eventually feel her chin rest on your shoulder as you started drawing one of the trees, making you smile. you liked when she was soft like this.

“that’s pretty,” she’d murmur, fascinated by the way you worked. “peeta could’ve used you down at the bakery if he knew you could draw like this.”

“i wouldn’t want to upstage him,” you’d joke, knowing what peeta used to do took a lot of time and skill that only he could make look easy.

she’d chuckle, and you could feel her smile as she looked over your shoulder. “i don’t think he’d mind.”

you’d sit in silence another moment before deciding to take a break, setting your things down. you’d watch the ridge together, peering down through the valley where the spring flowers were just beginning to grow.

“you never told me we had flowers like this in the district.”

“they only grow in the spring,” she’d explain, resting her head against your shoulder. “my father told me the soot from the mines stifles them before they have a chance to grow. but out here in the meadow, they’re untouched. they can grow a few feet tall if they’re not harvested right away. you can use the roots for medicine…i used to bring prim some.”

you could hear the hurt in her voice at the mention of prim’s name. she’d grow quiet again, her eyes locked on the ridge. she was afraid if she looked over at you, she wouldn’t be able to keep it together. you figured it was best not to pry about it—not now, at least. instead, you’d pick up your drawing, handing her a few pencils.

“pick a few colors. i want to draw the flowers in too.”

she’d give you a small smile and nod, immediately reaching for the green pencil. you’d grin, setting the rest of the pencils down as you began working again.

“i should’ve known.”

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[starlitangels]

No One’s Favorite

I... was working through some emotions when I wrote this. And it’s about time I gave Lily a spotlight 1.4k words

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Knock-knock-knock!

“Lily? Will you grab that? It’s the Moores!” Milo shouted from the kitchen.

“On it!” Lily called from the living room. She shoved her phone in the pocket of her skirt and rushed to the door, grabbing the handle and turning it before even slowing to a stop. “Hi Lasko!”

The Air Elemental who’d been a family friend Lily’s entire life jolted a little at her exuberance. “H-hi Lily,” he replied.

She opened the door wider. “C’mon in! Dinner’s almost ready. Parents are just finishing it up.”

Lasko, his Freelancer partner, and their two kids stepped inside. Each giving Lily a hug as they passed. Except the youngest son. Logan. He just gave her an awkward wave. He was Danny’s age and had never been particularly close to Lily. She waved back with a big smile and followed the Moores to the dining room.

Where her parents and brother were waiting with big smiles. “Hey Lasko,” Milo greeted. “And, of course, family.”

Lasko beamed. “Hi Milo,” he replied. The two shared a hug and more embracing was passed around. Lasko’s daughter, Penny (Penelope), leaned on Lily’s shoulder and laughed when Milo snatched Logan and hoisted him into the air with a yelp.

Once greetings were done with, Milo slipped back into the kitchen to pull dinner out of the oven.

“It’s been so long since we’ve been able to hang out,” Lasko’s partner remarked to Milo’s mate. “I’ve missed you both so much.”

“We’ve missed you too,” they replied. “Let me go grab the lighter so I can start the fire—”

“Please, let me,” the Freelancer said.

“I couldn’t ask you too—”

“I didn’t get fully certified to not use a little fire magic every now and then.” They smiled.

Milo’s mate chuckled with a sigh. “If you insist,” they relented.

—

Lily sat on the roof, knees drawn toward her chest and arms wrapped around them. The window to her bedroom was open just enough that she could hear her family and the Moores laughing inside. She could even hear Danny.

She sighed.

Lillian Marie Greer was many things. A competent shifter. The closest thing the Shaw Pack had to a fashionista (she got the stylish gene from her dad). A good student and a friendly girl.

She was also a coward, and only afraid to admit it to anyone but herself.

It had nothing to do with the fact that she had the smallest wolf form in the pack. Being small made her nimble. She would never have the size and brute strength of the Shaw siblings or Micah—but she could usually hold her own for a while before they overwhelmed her.

But she was too much of a coward to admit how lonely she was.

The grind of her window sliding open made her jump. She expected her dad to be sticking his head out—or, hell, even climbing out to join her—but she saw a head of white-blond hair instead.

“H-hi, Lily,” Logan said.

“My dad send you up to find me?”

“W-well… yeah.”

“I’ll be down in a minute.” She didn’t meet his eyes. Just stared out over the backyard toward the woods and hoped he wouldn’t notice the redness to her eyes.

Logan didn’t move. “Can I come sit with you?” he asked.

Lily shrugged. “If you want.”

He climbed out the window and onto the roof, placing himself down a safe distance away from her. He copied her position, knees drawn up with arms around them. “Did you need a break from the noise too?” he asked softly.

“The noise, no. The conversation, yes.”

“What’s wrong with the conversation?”

“My parents mean well. They have always been loving and supportive of me. They don’t force anything on me. They never made me be the third parent to Danny as the eldest daughter. But… sometimes I feel… lonely in a room full of people.”

“How come?”

Lily had to think about how to put her feelings into words. “I… I’m no one’s favorite. My best friend’s best friend is someone else. My parents don’t pick favorites but… if they did, their favorite would be Danny. I’m a good student but I’m… I’m a lot like my dad. I’ve got a hot temper with a short fuse and I know I’m too impulsive for my own good. I think with my heart instead of my head more often than not and I know I can wear on my parents’ patience sometimes.”

“That’s normal. That’s part of life,” Logan said, sounding like he’d been told that many times in his own life.

“Yeah… but… that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. I’m no one’s best friend. Everyone I know likes… everyone else more than they like me.”

“That can’t be true.”

“Isn’t it? My best friend, Evelyn, is best friends with our alpha’s son. I almost never spend time with just Evelyn. Gabriel is always there. And I love the guy like a brother but sometimes it’d be nice to just hang out with Evelyn. Danny’s got two best friends and the three of them are all thick as thieves and best friends with each other. It’s rare for just two of them to hang out. It’s almost always all three of them and they get on like a house on fire. People at school think Danny’s some sort of player because he’s always got two girls with him. He’s actually only moon-eyed for one of them but that doesn’t stop the whispers.”

“Let me guess, Natalie Shaw?”

“Yeah. You know her?”

“We play DnD in the same group every couple weeks.” Logan nodded. “She’s gregarious. I see why Danny would like her.” He cleared his throat. “But it’s okay to feel lonely, Lily. I understand the sentiment of thinking you have a best friend, but you’re not their best friend. And then you feel excluded from things but you don’t want to make your friends feel bad. So you pretend like you’re okay with it. And then you think that your friends think you’re okay with not being invited so it feels like they don’t invite you to even more things and you pretend it’s fine and it’s a never ending cycle of loneliness.” Logan cleared his throat. “Am I close?”

“You hit the nail on the head, Logan,” Lily muttered.

Logan hummed thoughtfully. “Maybe you should hang out with Penny more often. She doesn’t have a ton of friends either.”

“I like hanging out with Penny but I don’t want to… take her away from the friends she already has. I don’t want her to feel like she has to be my friend.”

“Penny doesn’t have a best friend,” Logan said. “She never has.” He made a face. “I think it’s because she’s insecure about being an Air Elemental when she wanted to be a Freelancer—but don’t tell her I said that or she’ll suck the air right outta my lungs. But… she doesn’t have many good friends. Maybe you two can get a little closer? I don’t think she’d feel forced to be your friend, considering… you guys already are friends. I mean, our dads have been friends since before we were born, y’know? You’ve known her your whole lives. Just… maybe instead of family friends who see each other every so often, you could… hang out more.”

Lily thought about it for a bit. “Maybe,” she said.

Logan shrugged. “It’s up to you. I can’t force you to do anything you don’t want to. I’d be too nervous.”

Lily laughed—big and boisterous. “Thanks,” she said.

“For what?”

“Making me feel better.”

“I… I wasn’t trying but… you’re welcome.”

“Hey, that’s part of the Moore family charm, right? You’re all comforting even when you don’t realize it.”

“Uh… sure. Okay.”

Lily chuckled and shifted up onto her knees. “C’mon. Let’s get back inside before our dads ream me for letting you sit on the roof too long and catch a cold.”

“My constitution isn’t that bad!” Logan protested as he followed Lily back through the window.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Logan.” Lily shut the window behind them. “Get back downstairs and go sit in front of that fire.”

“Fine,” he muttered.

They went back downstairs. Lily plopped down on the area rug next to where Penny and Danny were building up the Jenga tower while their parents were talking about Lasko’s job with the academy administration.

“So! Ready to get beaten at this game, Penny?” Lily teased.

Sharp grey eyes bored into her. “Shut up, Lily,” Penny retorted.

Lily laughed. “Never!”

#Pups AU #Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted Audio #Lily Greer #Redacted Milo #Redacted Lasko #Milo Greer #Lasko Moore #Milo #Lasko #Redacted Freelancer #Redacted Sweetheart #Freelancer #Sweetheart #Danny Greer #Starlit Fic

[k-renee]

this thing i wrote

topic : sad shit about jeff (and monty, i guess) dying

pairing : jeff atkins x poc!fem reader

a/n:: this is like 80% accurate and there's like ONE made up character. the brother of reader, essentially. sorry it's shit <3

jeff atkins had always been my best friend. since the day i met him. the day he died. the day i watched them lower him into the ground. always.

my twin brother andre and i had moved in next door to him and his parents. my mom had forced me and and dre to go outside until they were done unpacking, which wouldn't be for hours. so we sat on the porch, bored out of our tiny little kid minds.

then jeff came out.

he had skin a little lighter than his brown hair, but it was the summer, so he was darker. we all were. he had diamonds in his ears—and he was lying to us about it cuz they were actually rhinestones, now that i remember—and i thought he was so cool for that. i mean, dre and i both had our ears pierced, but it was different because dre only had one ear done, and my earrings were all kawaii and had faces and shit.

but for real, i think the coolest, craziest, most...exotic—if you will—thing about jeff was his eyes. one minute they were blue, the next they were green. it just beat me and dre's plain dark brown eyes that were so dark you couldn't see the irises.

anyway.

he asked us to play baseball with him in his backyard, since he only had one player. himself. i honestly believe he's the reason why i sometimes feel bad for only children.

so we did. and jeff was damn good at it. i don't even know why he asked us to play like he was up for a challenge, because he beat us easily, even though he was outnumbered.

but after that, it was history. we all went to school together. we grew up together. we spent all of our summers together. and over time, one more kid came around.

montgomery de la cruz.

and monty, he was an asshole. a stupid, insane asshole who was like two years younger than us only because he was held back. he was almost a spawn of satan. but he was our friend. we all changed together, no matter how bad of a person one of us (monty) was.

then high school came around. that…that changed everything.

those were the summers that i literally turned pretty. i started to sprout and grow into a woman, and monty and dre and jeff were all there to see it (kinda weird if i think about it now). and everyone noticed. everyone. but i didn't care, because the most important one, that was jeff.

and i was always in love with jeff, i knew that. andre knew that. hell, maybe jeff knew. but the summer before freshman year was when it really mattered. when i really felt it. he’d always have given me some stupid weird fluttering in my stomach everytime he smiled or laughed, but that summer—it was butterflies.

eventually, we started dating. “going out”, essentially. and it was great. i didn't need to argue with him because we agreed on everything and we always had since the beginning of time. i didn't need to be too scared to tell him stuff because he already knew everything. that is—or was—my favorite part about our relationship.

and then just like that, he was gone.

one hour jeff and andre were dragging me to a party. we were having fun. jeff had one drink. dre and i shared three cans of diet coke. jeff went on a beer run i told him not to go on.

the next hour, clay was calling my brother in hysterics.

i was screaming for monty and zach to drive us to the hospital. my nose was bleeding because of my blood pressure, and i had an ice pack on it on our way, but it didn't do anything because i was crying so hard. we got to the hospital. his parents were there. the doctors looked at me. looked at us. looked at our colored faces with no sympathy and told us jeff was already dead. lifeless, in a hospital bed. they didn't even bother cleaning him up. just brought him in and didn't do a damn thing to help save him.

and they all made up this fucking story that he had been drinking and driving. he was drunk, and that's why he died. he crashed on his own, and it was his own fault his life was over.

but that wasn't it. and i learned that two years after he died. i believed this false narrative everyone had made up, and i hate myself for it. i knew him better than anyone, and when i should've been there for him when all people were doing was talking shit, i wasn't. i let them talk because i believed their bullshit.

every day i think of how they put up posters that discouraged underage drinking right after jeff died. how drinking and driving would get you killed. were they not aware or sensitive about my feelings? our feelings?

jeff and i had plans. me, dre, and him were graduating that year. jeff got his full baseball scholarship at some college and i got into an hbcu on a 95% scholarship. dre was gonna get into something, we knew it. we had faith even though his grades weren't too great. we were all gonna visit each other and call everyday. and then jeff was gone. he fucking crashed into another car and it was all over. everything he'd worked for had all gone to shit because he fucking died.

and i hate myself for putting him in that position. letting him leave in the first place. going to that party with him in the first place.

then years later, monty was killed after he was sent to prison.

i'm not gonna say that monty didn't deserve everything that came at him. i can't deny that monty was a terrible person. i can't deny that he was a monster. because he was.

but it's hard to admit that when you grew up with the monster. when you were a close friend of the monster. when you loved the monster.

nothing romantic, but i loved monty. we all did. not because of how sick he was—he absolutely needed help—but because we knew him. those who need help get thrown in prison and are locked away from the help they deserve. the other, worse monsters, like bryce walker, don't get put in prison. walker did ten times worse than monty and only got a measly community service sentence. monty couldn't get half of what he needed because he was—let's face it—darker and poorer than bryce was.

and that monster died too.

maybe bryce's family feels the same way that i do about monty. they hurt so many people, including me. but i can't say–no one can say–if they truly deserved it.

the funny thing is that monty and bryce were friends. so i really don't know if they both deserved it or if they both didn't. and maybe you think they have more in common than i let on. maybe you think that they were both monsters that used people for their own satisfaction, for their own pleasure, and they ultimately paid the price with their lives. and maybe that's true.

but who fucking knows. we're not god out here, but nobody here is an angel.

jeff wasn't perfect, i know. but he was trying. he tried. we all were. we all do. he just wanted to cheer up anybody who he thought was unhappy. he wanted to help people. he wanted to have fun.

and that's all he wanted. he wasn't selfish. he wasn't a drunk bastard alcoholic. he wasn't a jock who was a jerk like scott. he wasn't a somewhat-okay guy who had a good heart somewhere like zach. he wasn't a monster that used people for his own benefit like monty and bryce.

jeff was an angel. to me. to his family, to everybody. and he deserved better. he deserved more than that.

#13rw #13 reasons why #jeff atkins #jeff atkins x reader #13 reasons season 2

[minniethemoocherda]

Weddings and Warpaint

Summery:  Before the wedding, Raquel and Orion get a chance to catch up with everything that has happened since they last met.

A/N: This is set directly after Rocket and Orion's chat at the wedding during the final episode. Some dialogue is taken straight from the episode. As I said tumblr, if I could not find any Rocket x Orion fics then I would be forced to wrote one myself. So here I am! I hope you guys enjoy it! Also thanks to @roninreverie who helped me with this fic! Xxxxxx

Ao3

Raquel stood in the shade of the trees, away from all the buzzing guests. Kaldur had headed off to track down where their time traveling savours had disappeared too now, leaving her alone with Orion. It dawned on her as she recounted her tale of how she survived the collapse of the boom tube, that this was the first time she had truly been alone with him. A month ago, she hadn't even felt safe on the same planet as the son of Darkseid. But now, the thought hadn't even occurred to her until she had finished telling him what happened. "I'm surprised Metron was so cooperative." Orion said when she was done.

Raquel knew that her and Orion were not what someone would call close. He had already lived longer than her entire species, and their previous meetings had only lasted for a week. Still she had previously dated Dick Grayson, so had become a master at deciphers emotions in men who were notoriously hard to read. Which was why where most would only hear Orion's voice as nothing but monotone, Raquel swore she could pick up the layer of relief in his baritone. "Surprised me too." She confessed. "He said it was in gratitude of past service. And part of some experiment he was running." "Yes that sounds like Metron." Orion grumbled and Raquel had a stifle a snort at the concept of someone being annoying enough to exasperate a god. "But you knew how to operate this sphere?" "Metron pre-set the coordinates. It brought me to Metropolis right on time. I'm just sorry Lor escaped with it." "Do not be sorry. It is not your fault." Raquel had lost count of the times she had heard those words come from the mouths of other heroes. In their line of work, there was always at least one mission that went wrong. Or even if everything went right, the villain still found a way to win. She had even muttered them herself, to members of the Team, the Justice League and even some of the kids at the meta rehabilitation centre. But Raquel knew that Orion was the type of person who when he said those words, actually meant it. And whilst she didn't entirely believe him, it still made a part of her heart feel lighter. Just as she was about to thank him, Raquel felt a familiar tap against her hand. She glanced down to see Amistad standing beside her. She had left him under the care of Roy and his daughter whilst she had a quick brief about what to do with the Kryptonians. Last time she'd glanced their way Amistad had been playing his version of cars with Lian. "The ceremony is starting in twenty minutes." He told her with all the seriousness a five year old could muster. "Mr Superman said that we must all sit down." Crap. Raquel thought, she was supposed to be helping Megan get ready by now. Despite being able to morph her form into anything, the Martian had wanted to do things the traditional way like by wearing a real dress and make up. "Thanks for telling us baby." Raquel said, stoking the top of his woollen hat. "Do you remember what I told you about Mummy being a bridesmaid?" Amistad nodded. "That means I have to help Auntie Megan get ready and stand up at the front of the aisle. So you're going to be sitting next to Lian. Is that okay?" She stopped herself from letting out a sigh of relief when Amistad nodded, before he wandering over to the girl who was currently petting Wollfe. Raquel glanced around but she couldn't spot Roy anywhere, most likely busy with his groomsman duties as she should be right now. "I have been seated behind them. I will watch over them whilst you attend to your bridesmaid duties." Orion offered, unaware that being a god would not protect him from the wrath of two bored five year olds. "You're a life saver!" She thanked, placing her hand on his forearm without thinking. Even through his alien space suit she could feel the heat radiating from his body. Reminding her that despite their similarities in appearance underneath his skin was power beyond her comprehension. Just the touch made her feel flush. As quickly as she had placed it there, she snatched her hand away. He had touched her shoulder before but she was well aware of his claustrophobia. The last thing she wanted was to upset him. Although oddly enough, she thought he actually looked a little disappointed at the loss of contact. "Sorry but I really need to rush off now." She started backing away towards the house, conscious of his need for personal space. "Besides, Megan's not the only one who needs to get ready. I have to fix my make up!" "Why? You are already powerful enough to defeat your enemies without the additional of war paint." The genuine confusion in his voice nearly tripped her up. Because she had heard a lot of lines from guys in her life but none quite like that. Coming from anyone else, saying she did not need to wear make up could've come off as rude more than a compliment. But once again the raw honestly in Orion's voice hit straight to her core. She understood what he meant. And after being told by her own world that every aspect of her very being was week, to be respected as powerful by a god was one of the greatest complements she had ever been given, But once again, before she had a chance to to thank him, Zatanna shouted at her from the house, telling her to hurry up. She quickly smiled, both in apology and in gratitude, before running towards the homestead, catching a glimpse of Orion kneeling besides her son as she closed the door. As she got everything prepared for the wedding, that warmth in her core never left.

#Young Justice #raquel ervin #orion #rocket #amistad ervin #raquel x orion #rocket x orion #wedding #orion dcu #richard grayson #robin #zatanna #lian harper #roy harper #wolffe #wolf #dc #yj #season 4 #young justice season 4 #darkseid #metron #lor zod

[toournextadventure]

is it weird that I'm reading EBH like it's Wednesday x OC, as opposed to Wednesday x Reader? like, I don't see Birb as myself so much as I see her as one of the following: 1: a younger sibling that I am desperately rooting for, even though I am unable to help 2: the friend of a friend who I mostly hear about second-hand, and feel bad for paying attention to gossip, but goddamn is that tea hot 3: the next door neighbor's kid. the poor sap who lives in a house of shouting matches. I can't do anything to help them, other than to offer gentle small-talk when we happen to get the mail at the same time, trying to work up the courage to say "my door is always open to you. the walls of my house do not rattle with screams, the doors do not slam, there are no bad memories haunting the hall. I do not have the strength to change the world, but I can shelter you from part of it, if that is what you need". but the words stick to the sides of my mouth, like cotton after a trip to the dentist, uncomfortable and ill placed, yet firm in their grip.

alternatively, she reminds me a bit of myself when I was her age, which feels odd to say since it wasn't that long ago, but gosh golly, I'm sure as hell not the same person I was 4-5 years ago! anyway, Birb very much feels like a full person to me, with different facets and edges to her existence, and so my brain has made a spot just for her. doesn't feel right in my head to try 'n paint over her with my own details, if that makes sense?... idk, rambling a little I guess

-signed, your friendly neighborhood crow

No no, it's not weird at all cause like, Birb just came out of nowhere. Like, it was 100% reader but then the more I wrote, the more she turned into someone that I'm desperately rooting for because she's her own person now. And I'm keeping her details vague, of course, but she's probably one of the few, if not the only one, where I have an actual image of her. So no, it's not weird at all

But only a slightly lighter tone, you write like a fucking POET my dude, nearly had me tearing up with those words, it was beautiful

#answered #your friendly neighbourhood crow