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arien-rey · 7 months

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Personal Trainer!Miguel x Reader

cw: praise kink, slight breeding, semi public, lmk if theres any i missed!

summary: its another night at the gym with your personal trainer before things take an unexpected turn <3

an: inspired by one of nymph’s posts she made a while ago😭 it never left meeee. btw if theres any grammatical errors ignore them its 3 AM and this came out no nowhere

wc: 1.1k

“Yeah, just like that,” Miguel praises breathlessly as his thick hands glide effortlessly across your body, guiding you through another intense workout. His touch sends shivers down your spine, making you question every ounce of self-control you possess.

God, you don’t know how much longer you can take it. Every session with your new personal trainer, Miguel O'hara, has become more and more electrifying, fueling a fire in you that you can't ignore anymore. The chemistry between you two is undeniable, and the gym has suddenly transformed into a secret rendezvous where temptation hangs heavy in the air.

You often catch yourself stealing yearning looks at his sculpted physique, how his appreciable muscles shone with sweat under the synthetic gym lights, and how the veins in his forearms and hands were especially apparent because of his pump. The air is always heavy with desire and unspoken words—forbidden attractions that neither of you admit out loud. It became a dangerous game you played, toeing the line between professionalism and unspoken desires; It didn't help that you were always at the gym late at night when no one else was around either.

As the beads of sweat trail down your forehead, you can’t help but wonder if Miguel feels the same way. The intensity in his eyes and the subtle brushes of his hand against yours all fuel your fantasies. Yet you dare not make a move, worried about the consequences that may come crashing down.

That brings you to tonight, with Miguel’s rough hands wrapped around your waist as he adjusts your form for barbell squats. You take a deep breath as you settle into position, trying your best to ignore the shiver that goes up your spine.

“Perfect. Ready?” He asks, his forearms resting underneath your armpits and his body positioned right behind you to spot you. His warm breath fanned the back of your neck, making you realize how close he is to you.

fuck…

"Yeah," you murmur, shaking yourself out of your thoughts.

“Atta girl.”

As you descend into your squat, you feel all your muscles engage and the weight of the barbells press against your shoulders. Miguel’s presence behind you is both comforting and very, very distracting, his strong hands serving as a reminder of his proximity.

With each repetition, you try to focus on maintaining the proper form, which becomes a struggle after your fifth squat with your thighs on fire and your mind lost in thought.

Finally, you try to push up from your sixth squat before you’re paralyzed, your legs unable to push up the weight. You groan quietly, and Miguel huffs.

“C’mon, you can do this. One more.” Miguel encourages, but when you begin to sink he’s quick to grab the metal bar and pull it off you effortlessly; putting it back in place. While he does this, you topple backwards slightly, and your body brushes against his.

You gasp quietly and your face flushes a deep red as your ass brushes against his crotch, where you feel a prominent bulge in his gym shorts.

Was it from you? the strain from his exercise earlier? You had no idea, but what you did know is that this was your last straw. Chills run up your spine, and the adrenaline rush from the workout gives you a burst of boldness. You’re so tired of trying to contain yourself from Miguel and finally decide to abandon your professionalism; besides, if things go wrong you can always just cancel your sessions and work out at a different gym. You step back and look up at Miguel’s towering figure, who was slightly taken aback by your sudden assertiveness. You see the surprise in his eyes as you place a hand on his strong chest.

“I think I’ve had enough for today,” you say, panting slightly.

Miguel cocks a brow, a mix of confusion and curiosity dancing across his face. “You sure? We’re just getting started.”

A small smile plays at the corner of your lips. “Yeah.. But maybe we can continue something different?”

Miguel lets out a huff of amusement, his gaze intensifying and igniting a spark of anticipation between you two. He places a hand on his hip.

“Like what?”

You take a step closer to him with a sultry look in your eyes, your heart pounding.

“Do you always have this effect on your clients, Miguel?”

He smirks mischievously, catching onto your little act. “Only on the ones who tempt me beyond control.” He whispers back, and the admission hangs heavily between you.

With the gym empty, you don’t hesitate to get on your tippy toes and lean in to press your lips against his.

Miguel is quick to reciprocate, his hands flying to your waist as the kiss deepens. You gasp as you’re effortlessly lifted into the air and slung over his shoulder, unable to contain the giddy smile that crosses your face as he walks towards the locker rooms for more privacy.

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“Mierda,”

Miguel groans, his thick cock ramming up into your pussy. His hands gripped the flesh of your thighs tight while your back was pressed up against the chilly metal of the lockers. The sound of skin against skin and heavy breathing was the only thing echoing against the small walls.

your tight shorts and sports bra were discarded carelessly on the floor; along side Miguel’s black compression shirt and gym shorts.

“You’re so, so, so good, Miguel—shit—don’t stop, please!” You babble, your legs wrapping against his thick waist as he bullies your cunt with heavy thrusts, his cock covered in a thin layer of sheen from your cream that drips down his heavy balls.

“Feel good, baby? huh? You like it when I fuck you hard?”

Miguel pants, groaning when your walls tighten around him like a vice, suffocating his cock in your warmth. He lets out a dry chuckle. “Yeah, that's what I thought.”

You bite your lip, admiring how his big muscles flexed to keep you in the air and how his thrusts never slowed down. He was just so big and strong, and you couldn’t get enough of him. You don’t know how long you’ve been dreaming of this moment, and getting fucked by your personal trainer feels better than you could’ve ever imagined.

“how long have you waited for this,” Miguel hisses, and you look into his intense gaze, dazed, “waited for me to fuck you?”

“E-Ever since.. ever since our first session..” you whine shyly, and he lets out a breathless laugh. “dirty girl. since day one, huh?”

You mewl and wrap your arms around his thick neck for dear life before he leans down and spits a wad of spit onto your puffy clit. Hastily, he adjusts his grip on your thighs so he can use one hand to play roughly with the bundle of nerves.

You let out a girlish moan and arch into his touch, an overwhelming flood of pleasure running through your veins that makes your legs tremble. You tug roughly on his dark disheveled hair and he hisses in response.

“Mmm, be a good girl and cum on my cock, yeah?”

“Mhmm, ‘m gonna- I- f-fuck!”

Your eyebrows pinch together and your eyes are squeezed shut as you let the pleasure take over, and your white, hot orgasm quickly crashes over you.

Miguel groans loudly, his cock throbbing along with your spasming walls. His pace quickens and his thrusts become increasing shallow before moving the hand on your clit back onto your thigh to make sure you’re fully supported as he reaches ecstasy. He bottoms out in one rough thrust, his pelvis mushing into your sensitive clit and hips stilling as he spills hot white ropes of cum inside you, filling you nicely.

You both spend a few seconds in silence, panting heavily until he begins to soften and languidly pulls his cock out. You both watch as his cum slowly oozes out of your pussy and he sucks his teeth at the sight.

“That was amazing—you were amazing,” you pant, ogling at him with a giddy smile.

He lets out a deep breath and sets you down on a nearby bench gingerly before giving you a sheepish smirk.

“You too. You’ve always been my favorite client to work with, y’know?”

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meidnightrain · 6 months

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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL - wanderer

❝ and you know that i don’t want you to go. remind me how it used to be, pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks. ❞

summary: presenting…nahida’s foolproof and totally not subtle plan to get you and the wanderer together after endless pining!

warnings: contrary to the title the reader is gn, slight ooc(?)

notes: day 10! just got back from watching the eras movie and three hour long karaoke session so i’m a bit worn down but i decided to go along with this anyway cause i really wanted to work with this idea i had, plus i’m a sucker for my puppet boy. i hope this meets your expectations hehe

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“presenting…nahida’s foolproof plan to get name!” the dendro archon announced, an unamused wanderer rolling his eyes at her while the aranara amongst the clapped with their stubby little arms.

“how do you even know that this will work?” he asked warily, suspicion edged in his sharp tone. it did nothing to the young goddess who shrugged it off, tapping her temple with a cheeky wink.

“you should trust me on this.” is all that she said, leaving the former harbinger to place his fate in her hands. with the help of her and the aranara, maybe he did have a chance to woo you and nudge the both of you out of the friendzone. even the archons knew how impossible it was for him to say that in front of you.

you were a member of the akademiya, practically a nobody in a literary school which had the pride of being the best of the best. you were mediocre in your field, helpful and kind. you were patient too. when nahida had first enrolled him in select courses held, you had offered to show him the ropes due to being in similar classes despite getting off on the wrong foot.

was that what had pulled him in? how normal you were, being what he had longed to be? he could be himself with you, never needing to keep up that standoffish attitude of his, but still not willing to open his newly acquired heart to you just yet in fear of betrayal. three times was enough for him, he mused as he stood outside the door to your home.

it was raining, pouring in fact. usually he would have shelter from his hat but for some reason, nahida had taken it into her safekeeping. he was a puppet too, he didn’t really understand why he had to act so…so…pitiful in a sorry state in front of you just to get you to like him.

“be vulnerable around name, that will show that when you are with them, you can let down your guard and be your truest self with them.” the archon had explained, ignoring the way that the aranara were using his hat as a boat in the water and sailing off into vanarana.

he murmured a curse, looking around to make sure that no one would see him like this. his eyes landed on an ahoge that stuck out from a pile of crates followed by the familiar chatter of aranaras. great, she was watching this whole humiliating exchange. was pursuing this feeling he thought he harboured towards you really worth it?

with a heavy heart, he knocked on your door, making a show of rubbing his arms like he was cold because of the rain though the only feeling his synthetic arms had were false goosebumps due to anticipation.

you opened your door to your shock to find a shivering wanderer with a frown on his face. it wasn’t uncommon to see him not smiling but this time his smile was different…was it an uncomfortable frown?

“are you insane? it’s raining what are you doing here?!” you whisper-shrieked, making a thought to lower your voice in respect for your neighbours. that only made him fall deeper into this black hole he was trying to claw his way out of, curse you and your thoughtfulness.

“it’s been a long day,” he grumbled, not meeting your eyes in embarrassment for resorting to such measures. he was the wanderer, the former sixth harbinger, kabukimono, practically a god. how was it that he was tripping over his own feet when you were in front of him? he hated it so much but at the same time, he wanted more of it. a small part of normalcy he had dreamed of when he was still a young naive puppet, something that he had longed for was now presented to him on a silver platter.

he was afraid though, not that he would admit it. afraid to tell you what he wanted. he wanted to have framed pictures of the both of you together, have kisses on cheeks, have cuddles and someone to confide in. he wanted you.

“i left you alone at the library, i skipped classes cause i was lazy to go,” is what comes out of his mouth, you merely raised your eyebrow.

“you…you’re standing in the heavy rain to tell me that you skipped classes cause you didn’t want to go…and that you were lazy to study so you didn’t show up today?” you repeat with a perplexed expression, making the wanderer and nahida facepalm internally at his mess-up.

“i must have lost my mind…” he mumbled to himself, taking a deep breath that he didn’t need and looking you in the eyes, recalling the words that the archon of wisdom had given him.

“i want you, whether it be for worse or better. i would wait forever and ever for you. if you ever broke your heart, i’ll put it back together. i think i like you, name.” he said with what looked like a pained expression. the silence was loud, so loud that you could almost hear mythical aranaras waddling around in the background of the pouring rain.

it seems her plan didn’t work as expected, and he had ruined whatever relationship he had hoped to have with you. what did he expect, trusting a god and a bunch of sumeru fairies in the affairs of mortals? looking at your starstruck face, he decided to pick himself up and walk away while he still could.

“it was a waste of time coming here, as expected.” he tried to save face, scoffing loudly and turning away from you, still drenched in the rain. that was until he felt a hand grab his arm softly, warmth flooding his hollow puppet shell at your gentle grip.

“wait, would you like to come in? you’re probably freezing and…yes, i think i like you too, wanderer.” you said quickly, giving him a genuine grin which caused him to hold back a smile and an uncharacteristic yell.

in the distance, he could hear the cheers of nahida and the aranara, though your mortal ears wouldn’t be able to pick it up. nahida was right, he begrudgingly admitted on how to get you.

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ordowrites · 1 month

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Things They Loves About You

cw: mild allusions to smut, mdni, minors dni, fluff, no pronouns - use of terms of affection and praise

characters: lyney, diluc, wanderer, kaeya, arlecchino

Lyney

The way you laugh, placing your hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter so you don't disturb anyone around you. He is addicted. So, Lyney tries to make you laugh - tries to do anything to get fits of laughter, aching sides and tears running down your face with silly jokes and teasing. Archons, he is blessed if he can listen to your laughter for the rest of his life. He is greedy to want to.

Diluc

Making him pick something he likes about you feels wrong but your eyes, the way they draw him with the liveliness, how expressive you are. Those are depths he can get lost in and understand why people compare eyes to gems, to things of beauty. He kisses both your eyelids each night, then your nose, cheeks, lips. Neck. Quite honestly, he can write books on your very being, because it never stops there. You, in all your existence, are the most beautiful gem he has ever been privileged to witness. Rare you are, he wishes he could protect you from the world outside but that's wishful thinking. you are strong, you are stubborn. and he contents to just be with you for as often as possible.

wanderer

your hands are delicate to hold. soft, in comparison to him. his body next to yours - he holds onto you tightly because he fears if he lets go, you may disappear like everyone else. you are warm against him, your hands curious about the nooks and crannies of his body - divine and synthetic. how could a human love a puppet so? he wonders these things but never asks. you kiss him and he shortcircuits. you talk to him, and he forgets language.

kaeya

you're a curious thing, aren't you? with your smile and your words that stun even him. you catch him off guard at every possible chance you get. for a snarky response he has for you, you easily return without a second thought. your smile still there, never secretive, never misleading. your mind is a curious thing he wishes to pick apart but your smile - oh he loves your smile.

arlecchino

a strange one, she could regard you as her pet and call it a day. never once as she ever called your loyalty into question, but the thing that truly enamors her to you is your innocence. or what she views as innocence. you look at the world around you with delight, curiosity that never fades even over the simplist of things. some lovely seashell you found, Lumitoile, hell - you found a mechnical bug that you'd shown to her before taking it apart to see how it worked. Much like how her "children" lean into their own interests, she could quietly listen to you talk about all the things you have learned.

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dawndelion-winery · 2 years

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Hear Me Out

They try hint at their crush on you

Ft. Arlecchino, Capitano, Childe, Dottore, Pantalone

Arlecchino:

She does it from the moment she confirms that her feelings for you are genuine and not just some passing fancy

Which means she's very serious about it and does take slight offence that you're not responding accordingly

Do you not like her back? Are you ignoring her hints to avoid hurting her feelings?

The definition of "please reject me so I can move on"

Is it because you heard the orphans calling her "mum" and got the wrong idea?

Please she's dying to know, she's been bringing you flowers like every other day

Lends you her jacket and hopes you forget to return it so she has an excuse to see you again

Columbina awkwardly patting her back when she stares into empty space in agony when you brush off yet another of her flirting attempts as being friendly

At some point she does ask you to just outright reject her so she can move on

Lowkey wants to go apeshit when she finds out you actually like her too and were just too nervous to flirt back

Capitano:

He has a good rep, so he hopes that improves his dateability in your eyes

He'll bring you cute trinkets he comes across from wherever he goes!!

Would also keep a matching piece for himself so he can imagine that y'all are dating

Also has someone help him take pictures of him should he ever go anywhere scenic and have it made into a sort of postcard for you

He wonders if you ever end up looking at him instead of the view (he hopes you do)

He subtly sneaks glances at you, but not so subtle so that there's a chance you'll catch him and possibly tell him that you're into him too

Ok in all honesty his flirting game probably sucks ass and he'd probably tell you your eyes are like his dog's as a compliment

Please just give him a chance his colleagues are getting sick of his silent brooding when you don't notice how he polished his helmet extra shiny just for you

Childe:

The most obvious of them all please he's clinging to you like he's obsessed

So many terrible jokes that aren't even jokes

"Wouldn't it be funny if we kissed- no? Not even once? Ok haha, no I'm not upset I was kidding."

Unlike Arlecchino, he knows rejection isn't going to make him move on

So he hovers like a dog off the streets that just picked you as its new master

Makes a point to tell you everything he succeeds at, even if it's mundane

Stuff like "hey I made really good waffles, I could cook for you y'know?" Or "Yeah I fixed that door all on my own I'm really handy around the house."

Like Capitano, he brings you trinkets

Unlike Capitano, they aren't always wholesome and may come from the people and monsters he beat up/killed

Brings them to you like a cat presenting their hunt

Dottore:

Makes synthetic human parts that are as identical to yours as possible and compliment them in front of you without telling you they're based on you

"What do you think about these eyes?"

"...yes, they're very...eye-like?"

"They're a lovely pair of eyes, wouldn't you agree? Look at how they-"

Yes, he absolutely will point out how they function to you. Yes, he thinks he's being romantic

So he doesn't get why you don't seem to catch on that he's into you

Did you not realise those were your organs he complimented?

In a way it gives him some weird satisfaction that he knows you more intimately than even you

But he does want you to realise eventually

So he'll walk up behind you under the guise of "monitoring your work" and inhale your scent like the lunatic he is (another trait of yours he'll make sure to remember)

Pantalone:

Isn't it obvious? He spoils you

He lets you use his wallet like a subscription trial

Enjoy it? Consider dating him to extend the privilege duration

He makes it very clear cut to you: he's into you, and he'll take care of you for as long as you're his beloved

He also makes his interest in you very clear to everyone else, so chances are, there's no one else who's dare approach you unless it's another harbinger

And be very clear on this: once you say yes to him, there's no backing out

Even before you start dating, he acts as though you already are

He wouldn't pressure you into anything you're uncomfortable with, but expect an arm around your waist to hold you close to him

Like I said, very clear cut, there's no way you could mistake his affection

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gojoidyll · 4 months

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electric love ch. 1

Yandere ! Gojo Satoru x Female ! Reader

Summary | In a technological advanced world where ai and virtual reality overrun the populace, a certain synthetic being learns what love was all thanks to a human woman.

Warnings | implied coworker abuse (power dynamics), abuse of power, dear father is an asshole, mother wants to reconnect with her daughter, college debt, shitty living conditions, implied starvation and being under fed/malnourished, y/n is a pushover/people pleaser, and y/n is referred to with she/her pronouns, etc.

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Y/n tapped away at the holographic keyboard that materialized before her. Her eyes scan the luminous, transparent screen. Though, her thoughts on the current email she was typing up were quick to cease when a text popped up. Her eyebrows drawing together as a slight frown made its way onto her face.

From Ayakazhi:

You better have those parts done by the time I get to work today.

She tried to think of a witty reply to send back, but decided against it. She was far too fearful of the man to actually say anything rude back. Mainly because she didn't want to get hit again.

Shaking her head, she decided to be nice. As she always was.

From you:

It's already been done.

Pressing a quick send, she closed the screen and keyboard so both would minimize into a thin black band that decorated her wrist, and finally sitting up from her bed, she did a small stretch before kicking her feet out from the covers. Arms raised as another stretch made its way into her routine in her getting ready for the morning.

Though, as she made her way around her rather small and dingy (plus super cheap) apartment, her small moments of quiet were quickly interrupted by her wristband. A green phone icon popping up and shaking from left to right as a small jingle filtered the air.

Maximizing the screen by pushing her index and thumb outwards, the caller id was quick to display.

"Mom..?"

She tilted her head to the side and thought back to the last time she actually seen her. Which was ... last summer?

Yeah.. last summer.

Y/n could remember it clearly. She had just graduated college at the young age of 22. And right when she graduated she took her college debt along with her bachelor's degree and showed it off to her mom that summer.

Her father immediately reprimanded her and said something along the lines of "tch, little brat. Why are you coming to show us some flimsy little slip of paper when you could be looking for a job to pay off that debt of yours?" Along with other hurtful choices of words, but she would much rather not get into it...

A few months later and y/n found herself in this small apartment. Her only roommate being the large debt she had collected due to college loans and such.

Though, she did find a job thanks to her degree. Granted, she finds a little suffocating. It was a company in bioengineering. A company that prided itself in making, fixing, rebuilding ai models. Now, it wasn't as big as the Gojo or Zenin corporations, but it still racked in enough cash for yn to pay off her monthly rent and shave off a little of her debt. Granted, it still wasn't enough since she sometimes has to survive on small ramen cups or cheap baloney sandwiches days on end. But whatever, at least she can eat something.

Sighing lightly, she decided to hit decline. The red button sliding forward and then disappearing as the call ended.

And much to her surprise, a voice-mail popped up a few seconds later, but she ultimately decided to listen to it later and continue to get ready for the day.

"Hopefully nothing goes wrong...," she muttered to herself, but that usually doesn't happen.

"A new client has come in for repair and where is our head ai repair specialist? Not here!"

This was Ayakazhi. Her supervisor. Not her boss, but still someone who has a higher status at the workplace.

"I'm sorry, alright? My shift doesnt start until 9:30, why would i come in early if im not getting paid for the extra hours-?"

"Stop talking," Ayakazhi finally groaned out, already tired of her excuse (because he knew she was right and didn't want to admit it).

"For now, just get ready for the client. He is a very important ai with a lot of money."

You frowned, "then why would he come here to get repaired?"

No offense to her, but the place she worked at was cheap and rundown. Compared to larger corporations, the company she worked at was very ... poor, to say the least. It wasn't like the top ai industry like the Zenin's.

Ayakazhi pulled up a chair and looked to make sure the door was closed behind them.

"Listen. And listen closely. Our client is the next head of the Gojo Corporation, Satoru Gojo. Apparently his latest check-ups back at the company haven't gone well because some certain individuals are trying to get rid of him and take the company for themselves. So, to make sure he doesn't go offline, he decided to come to a secluded company with little work and recognition to make sure he gets properly repaired and looked over while his enemies don't know where he's getting checked at."

She frowned, "how do you know all of this anyway?"

"Because he came here the moment the shop opened up and explained the details very clearly to me and even had me sign a 'keep silent about this' contract."

"And you immediately accepted? What if his supposed enemies found out? I would literally get assassinated in my sleep!"

"Well, at least your replaceable."

She rolled her eyes. What an asshole.

"Alright, fine. Whatever. So when am I supposed to meet this Satoru Gojo anyway?"

Ayakazhi looked at the digital watch imprinted on his left wrist, the teal colors shining brightly as the minutes ticked by.

"He scheduled his first appointment for 10:30 AM, he asked us who our best specialist was and since that would be you he decided to wait until your shift starts.

She paled slightly, "I have to do this today?!"

Ayakazhi merely smirked at her panicked expression and shrugged, "guess so. So have some fun, k?"

She really wanted to strangle the guy, but thought better of it. She couldn't deal with this right now anyway. She had a very important client to deal with first after all.

I swear, if I get assassinated because of this job I'm going to haunt Ayakazhi for the rest of his life!

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glorious-spoon · 7 months

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Thinking about the prompt "no, you’ll get an infection." since I just saw a gifset of our beloved firemen ripping open packages with their teeth. 😄

thank you! have a bit of established-relationship dorks on a very serious rescue mission.

"Buck," Eddie says, in the deeply patient tone that means he's refraining from adding, what the fuck is wrong with you. Buck's found that most people have a version of that tone, at least around him. Eddie doesn't employ his all that often; most of the time, Eddie is on board with pretty much anything Buck suggests. Digging around in storm drains for a missing stuffed animal is the limit, apparently.

"I've almost got it," Buck says, twisting slightly to wedge his shoulder against the grate. His fingers just brush the soggy synthetic fur of the small purple stuffed rabbit a few feet down.

"Isn't this how that kid lost his arm in that movie?"

He twists back to stare up at Eddie, who is backlit by the midday sun with the carnival spread out behind him. His hands are on his hips and his expression is half-amused, half-exasperated. "What?"

"Pennywise? Evil clown monster that lives in the sewers and eats children? It's based on a Stephen King novel."

"I repeat," Buck says. "What?"

"Right, I forgot that you don't watch anything other than nature documentaries and whatever Christopher adds to your Netflix queue."

"Bold words for a guy who's memorized every single telenovela from the past twenty years."

Eddie scoffs. "Come on. Who knows what's down there, you're not even wearing gloves, you're going to slice your hand open on some grimy piece of metal and get an infection."

"I'm being careful." Buck turns his head to squint down into the storm drain. It's too dark to see much of anything other than the faintly oily glimmer of water. There are cigarette butts and greasy fast food wrappers floating in it, and it doesn't smell great, but he's definitely dealt with grosser over the course of his career. Besides. He's so close. If he just stretches—

His fingers brush the rabbit's ear again. It topples over into the grimy water with a splash, and Buck swears under his breath. The toy is now half-submerged and several inches out of reach no matter how much he stretches.

"Buck," Eddie says again, softer. "Come on. It's just a stuffed animal."

"That Christopher won."

A sigh. "He's thirteen. I don't think this is going to break his heart, sweetheart."

Buck knows that this is probably objectively true. Chris was gleefully triumphant about winning at balloon darts even after Eddie grumbled about rigged games, but the stuffed rabbit itself seemed like an afterthought. He shoved it into Buck's hands with a quick grin before going off with his friends twenty minutes ago, and Buck is—stupid, probably, for the fact that this is sort of breaking his heart.

He hasn't thought about that giant stuffed bear that they won at the pier, the one that must have washed out to sea along with half of the Los Angeles coastline, in years. He doesn't even know if Christopher remembers it. He was little. And it wasn't exactly the most memorable part of the day. The little stuffed rabbit, which fits in the palm of Buck's hand—and incidentally, between the holes of a storm drain grate—makes a much more convenient souvenir. And it felt kind of—nice, having a sort of redo on that, even if Chris doesn't remember.

But Eddie's right. Short of trying to pry up the grate cover—which he could absolutely do, if he had a halligan handy—there's no way he's going to reach it. He sighs, resting his forehead on the metal frame, then wriggles his arm out of the grate and sits back on his heels, defeated. "Okay, fine. You win."

There's no response. When he turns around, Eddie is nowhere to be seen. Feeling more than a little put-out, Buck straightens up and looks around. It's not that crowded here, but there are enough passers-by that Buck's been getting a few strange looks, which he's been ignoring. The two streets to his left are closed-off for the carnival; to his right is a black-and-white parked across the median with a bored-looking beat cop directing traffic, and a couple of sanitation workers in hi-vis vests. Eddie is talking to one of them, but he glances back like he can tell Buck is watching him.

Buck spreads his hands in question, and Eddie holds up a finger, turning back toward the guy he was just talking to. Buck slumps, then sits down on the curb, staring forlornly at the storm drain.

A moment later, footsteps approach.

"Come on, stop pouting, scoot over," Eddie says as his shadow falls across Buck.

"I'm not pouting," Buck grumbles, but he scoots over.

"Sure you're not," Eddie says agreeably, sitting down next to him. "Here. You think this'll work?"

Buck blinks at him, then looks down at the trash picker Eddie is holding out to him, which has LA - DPW scrawled down one side in Sharpie. "Did you…"

"I mean, I had to give them a whole sob story, so you might as well try it," Eddie says, wrapping his hand around Buck's knee and jostling him gently. Buck takes the picker, then laughs, dropping his forehead to Eddie's shoulder.

"Sob story, huh?"

"Just saying. Probably more sanitary than trying to stick your bare hand down a storm drain."

"I love you," Buck tells him, and he feels Eddie's shoulder shake slightly with laughter before he straightens up.

"Love you too," he says. "Now come on, let's get started on this rescue operation. Though I think our patient is gonna need a thorough hose-down before we can transport him."

Buck snickers into Eddie's shirt. His eyes aren't wet, because that would be dumb. He rubs his cheek against the warm cotton anyway before lifting his head. "You're such a dork."

Eddie grins at him, ruffled and lovely in the afternoon sunlight. "Just trying to follow proper triage protocol here."

"Dork," Buck repeats, but he leans in to steal a brief kiss before they get the rescue operation underway.

#911 #buddie #buddie fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #prompt fic #my fic

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yesimwriting · 7 months

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Hi! I know you're probably busy rn with collage and what not and I totally understand if you can't expand on this but either way, god I just need to rant about this thought.

So I just saw this tik tok where this girl was like "when I'm riding passenger princess and we're getting a little to close to the car in front of us" and the audio was like "the question is when are you gonna START stopping?"

And one of the comments said she wasn't a passenger princess she was a anxious passenger patroller and all that had me thinking of was Stu and reader, like I don't know about everyone else but i canon whole heartily Stu is a great driver who drives recklessly because 1)he knows what he's doing and 2) he thinks the shits funny

And I believe he'd do it especially to reader when he gets in those weird moods when he doesn't know how to feel about the reader/doesn't know how to handle it, and it kinda just serfaces in this weird aggression . Idk it could be like a fight-ish thing and she's telling him to slow down and he's being a dick about and in the end he weasels his way back into her good graces because she won't speak to him first if he's wrong and he doesn't like going to long with out talking to her

I don't know what up with my mind and how it wonders, anywho hope you have a good day/night :)

a/n for sure busy with school and actually having a social life for once and writing but always always always have time for billy and/or stu (especially since i'm kind of stuck on final girl rn😭)

YOU ARE SO RIGHT,, like i don't think he'd drive recklessly to scare reader with the intention of putting reader or himself in a dangerous situation,, but he'd for sure find it funny or see it as a way to "humble" reader a bit, like if Stu felt like the reader was acting too detached or into someone else he's suddenly speeding a little more just so that reader has to grip his arm and squeeze his hand

anyway i've been missing them and super happy to have a lower stakes way to talk about them,, also this turned out a little different and fluffier than i expected it to be lol

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Something about the commercial feels different in the fall. Cliche radio hits are easier during the summer, sometimes even fun. But during autumn, with leaves melting off trees in hues of red and orange and the looming end of the year nostalgia, the synthetic quality is harder to look past.

That's why your hand instinctually gravitates to the radio, switching the station without a second thought.

Stu sighs, a quick, over exaggerated puff of air. "I liked that one."

You glance in his direction, glaring, "You were barely listening."

Even though you're mainly defending yourself out of habit, you know it's true. Stu's pretty open about what he likes, even when he doesn't realize it. Usually, when he likes a song he'll tap his fingers against the steering wheel. If he really likes something, he'll even get into it in a way that definitely lessens his ability to control the car.

"I was, too," he hums, half pouting.

You roll your eyes before looking back out the window. The world is moving past you in a vague blur. So quick a seed of unease plants itself in your stomach. You wouldn't exactly call it worry, you've been hanging with Stu and getting him to drive you around too long for his casual take on driving to overly phase you. With the exception of him doing something particularly risky like throwing himself into another lane after barely checking or taking too sharp of a left turn because of yellow light.

Sometimes you comment on it, equal parts teasing and annoyed. But usually, it's easier to just accept it. Stu's so comfortable with the way he drives that comments only amuse him. The one time you glared at him and asked him to slow down, he had a made a game of switching lanes at the last possible second.

"You liked that Spice Girls song more."

Stu openly snaps his head away from the road to glare at you. "Did not, you're the one that likes that saturated pop stuff."

"I said I liked one song one time."

He sighs, finally turning back to face the windshield. "Sure..." He tugs on the last syllable, dragging it out to make his disbelief clear. "You wanna stop for ice cream?"

It's not exactly late, but later than you planned on staying out. Time seems to slip away too quickly when you and your usual group are together and this afternoon's movie that ended in a hangout at the mall had eaten even more time than expected. There was something extra entertaining about wandering between stores and only occasionally actually looking at clothes.

You do have homework and it is Sunday and you told your mom you'd be back around 6:00 probably and it's now almost 7:00. But ice cream does sound nice and there will only be so many evenings in your life that feel this warm and lighthearted.

"I have some homework," you mumble in one final attempt to convince yourself, "But, yeah, I could go for ice cream."

Stu nods, tapping his pointer finger against the wheel. "We'll be fast."

The yellow light doesn't affect his speed as he turns left. Your fingers press into the side of your seat. Fast. No kidding.

"You okay there, babe?" Okay, there's no way your expression was bad enough to warrant a question (especially when he should be looking at the road). He has to be baiting you. "You're looking a little green."

You force your hand to relax, "Mhm." And it is fine. At the very least, fine enough because Stu always drives like this. "Used to you driving like you're on the run."

"You're just sensitive."

The comment is more dismissive than teasing and for whatever reason, you like it less than when he makes fun of you. At least his bullying is coated in a distinct type of affection that only Stu can get away with.

You briefly consider starting one of your 'am not, are too' fights. You're definitely not above it, especially when you two are alone and no one's around to call you out for being overly childish. But if he's going to be moody over the smallest comment...

He switches lanes--without using his blinker--with a sharp turn of the wheel. "If it's that bad, you could get rides from someone else."

The comment is hard and too casual to be a threat, but still mean. It makes your stomach drop more than the way Stu maneuvers the car. You didn't say he was that bad of a driver and you definitely didn't say anything about not going out with him anymore.

There are a lot of good things about getting Stu to drive you around. You like being in his space and the music that's more often than not just a little too loud and the passenger seat that feels more like your seat. You also like the unplanned for car moments, the accidental gossip sessions in driveways and parking lots. It's part of the reason you're glad you don't have a license yet...it's an excuse to just be around him.

"I didn't--"

"Bet Randy would put up with your backseat driving." The car speeds up slightly. "He'd slow down if you gave him that look."

You frown, ruining any chance you have at arguing that that you don't have a face. You don't get what his issue is, especially with bringing up Randy. He's been making on and off comments since the movie you all watched ended.

You don't fully get it, but you guess you get Stu being a little annoyed. Randy and you had been a little obnoxious, laughing too hard at jump scares and flinching too dramatically at moments that weren't that bad. But it's not like you two were terrible. Definitely not bad enough to warrant this passive aggression.

"I don't want to drive around with Randy, I want to drive around with you." You're full on pouting and you don't even care.

Stu sighs, eyes avoiding yours in the rearview mirror. An uncomfortable warmth settles against his face. How do you always manage to do that? From anyone else, he'd hate it, but you're never trying to get anything out of it. Things like that are just offhanded comments to you. No ulterior motives. You don't even think twice about it.

"So now it's not enough enough to be driven around by anyone?"

You shrug, relaxing into your seat. "I'm spoiled."

His throat feels dry, a wave of uncomfortable fondness hitting him with no warning. He knows there's some joke he should make about how you're shameless about it, too. But he's too caught up on the amount of feeling tightening his chest.

He turns into parking lot of your usual drive-in ice cream spot.

"You're enabled."

You turn your head, smiling, "And you're the enabler."

Stu grins, moving a hand to squeeze your shoulder. "I'll enable you any time, babe."

You roll your eyes, but don't make any move to shake him off. "Enable me a--"

"Mint chocolate chip in a waffle--not sugar--cone." He recites your usual order without a second thought.

You nod once in approval. "This is why you're my favorite."

"I'm telling Billy you said that."

Scratching the back of your arm, you glare. Stu's always trying to start a fight with that. "Do not start."

He grins teasingly, "Start what?"

You glare, hoping that the look is threatening enough to make him promise to leave your comment behind. You've known Stu long enough to know that he'd happily take a you're my favorite and save it until he could use it as some sort of ammunition, exaggerating it to make sure it really hits. All that does is make him smile more. Before you can say anything else about it, Stu rolls down the window and orders.

When you get to the window, you try to pay for your own, but that ends as it usually does. He never lets you pay for anything, and when you threaten to leave cash in his car, he threatens to buy you even more things. Try it and on Monday I'm picking you up with coffee and a muffin and that new CD you were talking about. ...A lot of the times, the suggestion makes you want to stop for coffee and muffins before school anyway, so you end up getting it with him anyway.

You give in early this time, thanking him for the ice cream as he finds an empty spot to park in. You smile to yourself. Parked car time with Stu is something you enjoy a lot more than you'd ever admit. The two of you have a silent understanding that in these moments you can say things you wouldn't usually be able to say out loud. Nothing terribly cruel, just a little snarky. The kind of comments that'd get you in trouble in front of the wrong people.

Usually, you have to take the lead at first because Stu likes to act like he's too good for gossip, but once he gets started, he's worse than you.

You're still debating which of the two major topics--rumors you've heard about Susan Welch being pregnant and the weird way Madison Meyer has been acting--to bring up first when Stu breaks the silence. "You uh--" Stu cuts himself off. "You know I wouldn't--I wouldn't do anything that'd hurt you like that."

Weirdly deep comment to hear while you're holding an ice cream cone. "...Are you trying to convince me you didn't poison my ice cream?" That strange seriousness of his doesn't go away. You frown. "Yeah, come on, of course I know that."

He nods, "Yeah, just--" Stu won't look at you. "I wouldn't, and just--the car thing--"

"Stu." You've made those kinds of comments before, and it's never made him react like this. "I know that." You nudge his forearm gently. "I didn't mean it like."" He doesn't cheer up. "Seriously, if I thought you were trying to reverse-vehicular-manslaughter me, I wouldn't get in the car."

At that, he lets out a breath that's definitely trying not to be a laugh. "Would that be reverse-vehicular-manslaughter?"

"I don't know," you hum casually, pausing to eat some of your ice cream, "You're the one trying to do it." Stu glares; you grin. "Kidding." You bite off the top edge of your cone. "You know I love driving around with you--we listen to music, we talk, we gossip--"

"I don't gossip, you gossip and I let you."

You shake your head, not bringing up the fact that he always has more stuff worth saying than you do and he's snarkier than anyone would ever guess. "Then I guess I won't tell you what's up with Susan Welch."

To be fully honest, Stu couldn't care less about Susan Welch, but he likes the way you react to these sort of things. Your reactions to his side comments might be his favorite part of these moments. "She's...in our english class right?"

"Mhm," you hum, trying to downplay your excitement, "Remember how she had to leave class early the other day--like, practically ran out of the room to throw up?" You don't wait for him to respond, "That was on square pizza day--which is the day that's least likely to make someone throw up." You pause for the sake of your ice cream. "And Lucy Thompson swears Susan randomly stopped drinking, which if you've met her, makes no sense. So, Lucy thinks Susan might be..." You trail off before vaguely gesture to your stomach.

Stu's eyes narrow as he pretends to really think about what you've just said. "I don't know if that's enough to mean she's knocked up."

You shake your head once, "Lucy also said she's never in cheer practice anymore, and she started wearing baggy clothes." You sit up a little straighter, "And Missy Danes swears her older sister's friend saw Susan buying a pregnancy test in a grocery store two towns over. I know it's not proof, but it's definitely worth thinking about."

He widens his eyes, more for your sake than anything else, "Definitely." He pushes his spoon into his melting ice cream. "If she is pregnant, she's totally screwed because Ben Johnson was just bragging about hooking up with her."

Your mouth falls open in pretend shock, "No way." You lean against the center console. "You got oreo again, right?"

Stu knows exactly what that question means, "Want some?"

Your eyebrows draw together as you shake your head. "No, I'm--"

"We could trade for a little."

Another one of your traditions, each person's ice cream slowly becoming everyone's. "Another reason why you're my favorite."

"Oh, now you're begging me to tell Billy."

You dip the spoon into ice cream, digging for a particularly large oreo crumb. "I will blame it on the ice cream."

#scream x reader #final girl fic #scream 1966 #scream imagine #scream #stu macher x reader #stu macher #ghostface #ghostface x reader

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dairy-farmer · 1 month

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:3c you know Red Tornado? DC has MANY Advanced Andriods. Alien technologies.

And paranoid Timmy's.

What if Bruce gets thrown into the time stream again? Or too a different planet? Or is injured? Being Batman nearly destroyed Dick. It certainly destroyed his RELATIONSHIP with Dick. The family can't survive it happening again.

Protocols need to be adjusted. Contingencies made.

A back up Batman.

It doesn't have to be convincing, just a real enough stop-gap to hold the line. Maybe stand in for Bruce when both Bruce and Batman have to be seen at the same time. Tim doesn't know why they've never thought of this before! (He has. Decided it was a Bad Idea.) It's brilliant! (NOo, It's still a Bad Idea.)

So during his down time? He starts making the body. Best materials on the market, programs matching up EXACT coloration on skin and hair. Synthetic skin to cover andriod flesh and bones. Perfect! Looks eerily close to Bruce. If he held perfectly still, expressionless, and didn't not breathe.

It's not... EXACTLY the same, obviously. But then, Tim's not a pervert. And the batsuit gives the right illusion, so who cares! And? WEEKS of work in? Tim stumbles to his work computer... and makes a Mistake(tm).

Because Tim IS a pervert.

He just hides it well. And HAS hidden it well for about a decade now. As he followed Batman and Robin around the city, in costume and out. In "Mask" and out.

Because Brucie? Fucked. A lot. And Batman's flings on rooftops with Catwoman were infamous. Tim has seen most of them. Watched most of it. The panting, the groaning, the pleasure. Watched his hands do clever, depraved, things to willing bodies. Watched them squeel and beg. Ride him and suck him and be fucked like toys.

Tim has A LOT of pictures. Videos. The quality only improving, as he became Robin. Was able to get closer. The way his hips rolled, his muscles moved, how he adjusted his script partner by partner. Tim KNOWS it. Has secretly gotten off to it. More then few times.

It is his porn stash.

Problem? He's named it innocuously. Just one of many Bruce video files. Lectures and fights, for him to review. See, Bruce? Nothing untoward! No need to dig deeper!

And he is tired As SHIT. The world is kinda swaying and he wants to pass out. But he needs to start the machine learning program. Click. Got it. Okay, now the video flies of behaviors Tim wants the Android Bruce to emulate. Learn.

They sure to all blend together, don't they?

He DEFINITELY clicked and dragged his "Batman patrolling and Being Generally Batman" bulk file, right? And not, say, his PORN stash of Bruce Fucking. Certainly not. He's not THAT tired! Ha ha...

Anyway! Off to bed! For a festive little coma nap!

And then he stumbles off.

Leaving the Learning Andriod UNSUPERVISED and with incomplete instructions. Well, THAT won't do. Decides B, after he has finished his information packet. How is he supposed to do his Very Important Job, without a cock? Thank goodness he is still plugged in! He can download whatever information he thinks he needs! Again, unsupervised!

What could go wrong? >:Dc

And, well, B comes to some Conclusions(tm). With no one there to stop him or be a sounding board. OBVIOUSLY, he was created because the weak, fleshy, HUMAN Batman failed to recognize his Creator's ardent love and unwavering support. Took him for granted. He, the SUPERIOR B(atman), recognize that his Creator has NEEDS.

That his Creator deserves to have those Needs met. Not ignored in the pursuit of shameless others.

He ALSO realizes? That the REASON his Creator has be struggling and striving so hard, is because he is not being acknowledged! So, he will not need to go OUT and ENDANGER himself, once he has a Proper Batman supporting him!

This makes perfect sense to B.

Tim? Wake up the INSTANT he hears the hum of Lockdown charging up. He did NOT order that. Shit. Tries to go for his phone to override aaand? Nope! Pinned and click! Wrists handcuffed with Kryptonian grade cuffs, to his bedframe. Faster then a human can react.

Oh shit. Rouge Andriod. He's gonna die.

Lockdown finishes charging up and then they are completely cut off. At least Oracle will be getting pinged that it went live. Knowing his family, they WILL break in to check on him. But that will take hours. He might not have hours.

Except instead of pain? Fingers begin to tease his chest. No amount of squirming can escape it. Feather light teasing, brushing down and down, barely brushing skin. Making him hyper aware of where he's being touched. His sleep pants are gone. Fingers that VIBRATE, swirling and grinding a place only he's ever touched.

Tim RECOGNIZES Bruce's tricks. Realizes with horror what must have happened. But that won't stop the overwhelming feeling when those fingers slickly slide deep and grind. Find his good spots and torment until he wants to sob. Til his body is beyond relaxed and actively gushing.

Then B has him by the hips, with hands that could crush STEEL, and is pushing into him. No hurry. No frantic lust. Just unrelenting pleasure for Tim, because B is a machine and can't physically feel any of this.

He's just enjoying this intellectually.

Watching his Creator fall apart. Gasp and whimper. Cry out and beg. The little ahh, ahhs, punched out of him. Being able to meet his depraved little needs. Stuff him so full of seed substitute, he bulges. Then take care of his other holes. It's nice~♡

And by the Time Dick, Clark, and of course, BRUCE, kick down the door? Tim has completely tapped out. Is AWASH in fake cum and will need several IVs of fluids. Dropped so hard into his own head and the glow of sex, he's somewhere on Saturn.

Clark takes B's fuckin head off.

Dick seriously considers melting him for slag metal, now sentient Andriod or not.

Bruce just speedruns the Personal Revelations(tm) he has at see someone that looks EXACTLY like him fucking Tim through the mattress and gets Tim out of there. Will he be revisiting the bolt of lust he felt, seeing Tim spread out and debauched like that? Obsessively.

So will Dick.

There's probably gonna be a threesome. But that's AFTER Andriod smack downs!

Thoughts?

-🐼🐼🐼

👀👀👀👀👀👀!!!! tim accidentally creating a failsafe-esque robot but with a 'stand in for bruce' intent and accidentally creating a sex bot who comes to the clear conclusion that he was created to fuck his creator!!!! this is so good, tim having a secret stash and attraction to bruce that comes back to bite him in the ass in the form of his robot literally learning how to best fuck tim.

clark outraged and thinking he's helping and both dick and bruce coming to the realization they are very much interested in seeing tim debauched like that again.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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cuprohastes · 9 months

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The Black Market

Space is big. I mean... really big. Like even bigger than a really big rock.

And boring.

But sometimes you get an encounter...

Boring is the worst part.

You can go into space and there's all sorts of cool stuff like the microgravity, the amazing view... and after a while it's just dark and the computer goes 'Boop' every quarter time unit, and this amazing experience collapses into the same space as e.g., being in a nursing home until someone tells you that you've arrived, and you can go look at cool stuff again.

Hence Interstellar Cruise Liners.

Space travel is still not cheap - even a run up and down a space elevator needs paying for, so you want to take as much cargo and paying passengers as possible.

With automated shipyards, you can just pour money and resources into building a truly huge passenger module, stack it on top of some cargo modules and clamp on as many drive units and crew modules as you need.

Load everyone in, let them ooh and ahhh at the view for a day then spin up a gateway and fire the whole thing into superluminal space and drop it out around any world you have a beacon for.

The really great thing is even if you lose the beacon in transit, you are a beacon. Just drop out and wait. Anything goes wrong, the home office can send a rescue ship after you.

In the meantime, there's the ship's amenities: The lush mossy jungle deck, the galactic beach, the games rooms, the dining groves, the on-board university - Even the theatre for live and recorded entertainment.

Still passengers like to have an experience, and so the Sunward Sail out of Ggxcha with seven hundred passengers dropped out of Superluminal space, the bow wave of exotic particles heating the backstop up to a glowing red.

The Sunward Sail dropped into a lazy orbit around an ancient planet, orbited by a big station trailing glittering wreckage - Obviously something dramatic had gone down here.

The lights were on though - So not a derelict station - and the docking was smooth, so the first set of tourists stepped onto the station, onto the Market deck.

So much to see! So much to do!

Madam Shi-shi's bakery run by a happy Tsin selling classic Tsin pastries, and exotic purple rolls with various filling and other goods.

The Top n' Charmed Quarks Bar with the scarred Atrix obviously a veteran of some war or calamity, serving exotic and colourful drinks:

"Dare you try the Human Menu?" she suggests, pulling it out. "Watch out, the Temple of Shir-li is banned in twelve systems..."

They even have a chance wheel!

Then there's Honest Gar's Genuine Human Antiquities, the wares spilling out from the shop in a riot of colours and patinas, where one can buy a genuine antique reproduction Victorian Empire TV, or a genuine Human Made Brown's Kitchen Imp that can tell you how to make a thousand and five human style recipes with a little sheet glass projection hologram of a human in glasses and red horns. So quaint!

And if you get to the end of the market, or one of the traders tips you off, you can find...

The Black Market

There's someone there, a weathered old... unless they were young... spacer, in a patched and scuffed EVA undersuit with 43 on the chest, who'll spin you unbelievable tales for a couple of creds dropped into the old cracked space helmet he keeps on the table next to him and if you ask, he'll let you in -

The back rooms are dark, rowdy, and full of the coolest stuff. There are lots of humans here, and there's an Atrix little guy, with a set of goggles, riding low on the belly of this Atrix Mech.

If you're lucky you can see one of the humans with some grudge square off agianst the little guy. He's surrounded by switches and levers, with a little pair of waldos.

The mech lurches to life, an angry display on its faceplace, growling in a rattling synthetic voice:

Combat mode! Engaged! Polaron Claws. Charging.

It's claws glowing white hot as it swings into motion, and the Human pulls a little cobbled together blaster out and takes a pot shot. The Mech lurches and sparks, warning lights flashing ominously...

Reactor. Overheat. Reactor. Overheat. Emergency. Venting.

The stricken mecha whirls, the little guy screaming in rage and flipping clunky archaic controls... And then when everything seems to be about to go wrong, the mech begins to spray clouds of vapour from it's vents and the alerts wind down, while the scurrilous human takes the opportunity to flee.

It's very dramatic.

And after that you can buy a souvenir arm patch of Cat Fantastic's Mecha with glow in the dark Polaron claws, before it's time to head back - Don't forget to pick up a packed lunch from Madame Shi-Shi's!

"Ugh." said Dave, "I don't mind the tourist run but it ruins my appetite" she muttered.

"You shouldn't snack on your own stock." says Big Ma, touching up Gondy's makeup.

Phalanges, helmet off, chin up and enjoying the cool air blower form the converted life support rig that they'd modded into the mecha grunts noncommittally.

"How are we doing boss?" Raxy asks, potting up souvenir Tsin fungus with Atrix moss and human basil.

O'Patel flashes an OK hand sign. "We are... hitting the funding goals. One more shift - This time it's for the bonus pay." he says with satisfaction and Big Ma looks around, checking everyone's ready as someone helps Cat Fantastic back into his cockpit basket and Gondy makes sure there's enough grenadine left.

"OK people... Showtime!"

#station stories #dave the human #phalanges mittens #cat fantastic #humans being weird little guys #atrix #tsin #humans are space orcs

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beskarinhyperspace · 10 months

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A Ripple In Space

This was a new kind of power, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

More Chapters | MASTERLIST

3. Leather And Blaster Dust

*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*

Kylo Ren x fem.reader

wc 4.3k

+ Italics are thoughts. +

He takes a moment watching you get escorted before turning his heels back inside. He had a meeting with the council today. One he painfully doesn't want to attend. Especially since he can't seem focus at the moment. He felt angry and agitated but didn't understand why. Nervously, he paced around the living room. Nothing was working like he’d hope and feeling stupid for the way he was acting with you. So reckless and impulsive, just like a child. You were simply a poor girl coming from a random planet nobody had heard about. Why was he so curious about you?

He takes a series of deep breaths attempting to calm himself down. I must stay focused, he tells himself. I need to know who she really is. He grunts, pushing the side of the com-link on his arm, ‘’I need someone to interrogate prisoner 226 and keep an eye on her. ‘’ Receiving a single beep as confirmation, he doesn't waste time and gets ready to leave.

He was trapped in endless meetings all morning. His day was getting worse by the hour. He finally gets a moment to himself as he's now navigating the corridors leading to his office. The council kept telling him that he grew weak since the previous attacks on the First Order base. Pressuring our supreme leader to put a stop to this nonsense before it's too late. He needs to learn more about the rebel's operations and tactics. Hopefully the interrogation he set up with you will be fruitful. He knew that they were right. Something was off and it was troubling his mind. He could sense it. The rage was consuming him more and more every day ever since he met you. Normally that'd be a good thing but this, this was torture. He had almost lost control of himself twice with you now. How could he let that happen? His mind was slowly drifting back to his morning with you. The way your doe eyes were looking at him. Lips shiny and trembling. She's so beautiful and I'm.. Urgh, I'm so stupid, she's, my prisoner. what was I thinking?? He rolled his hand into fist, annoyed that his first kiss was with someone who hated him, but he couldn't resist. How could he? You were there, just being so good.. He knew the implications of joining the dark side, especially in his rank. He knew that he couldn't really be with someone and didn’t care about those types of connections anyway. So why was he so taken with you? Lost in his thoughts, he hears a scream coming from the end of the hallway.

‘’I told you, I’m no one!’’ he hears the woman shouting.

“We know you're a jedi, tell us the truth! ‘’ followed by a synthetic voice,

‘’I’m not. I told you, you have the wrong person. I just own a shop that’s- Arggh! ‘’

Recognizing the familiar voice in distress, our supreme leader walks towards the interrogation room with a pinch inside his chest. Opening the door in a quick motion, he immediately draws his mask on a stormtrooper now frozen in place. The guard had his white gloves smeared with fresh blood. With the pinching becoming more apparent, he moves his eyes to you. Seeing you on a platform with both wrists and legs tied, he quickly noticed the pain in your red glassy eyes followed by the deep cut on your arm tearing the light fabric of your shirt. Rage starts to boil inside him and within a fraction of a second, he snaps. Extending his arm to strangle the man. Levitating him almost to the ceiling. ‘’What are you doing !?’’ his voice sounding deeper than usual through the modulator.

The trooper was in shock, not knowing what he did wrong. ‘’I’m ju, just following orders.. ren.. sir..’’ trying to respond with his lungs begging for air.

‘’I never mentioned torture, not only are you are torturing my guest but you’re also taking decisions on them without my permission!’’ Taking his grip off the guard, makes him fall to the ground. ‘’Let it be known that I’m the Supreme Leader and I decide what goes on my ship!’’ stating as he moved his hand, dragging the soldier across the floor and into the hallway. The soldier quickly gets back on his feet before running away as fast as he possibly can. Meanwhile, you could see the supreme leader moving two fingers across his chest in your direction. Followed by a strong click from the restraints unlocking as you watch him turn around.

You were in confused, what just happened? Did he just save me from his own men? You follow him while still being careful. Staying a few feet away, afraid of his explosive temper. He was hard to read. Especially with his helmet on. His body was rigid and stiff as he was urgently moving through the corridors. His cloak grazing the ground behind him as he carried himself like nothing could touch him.

Recognizing the path, you're quickly moving back to his quarters. Once inside, you could only see his back while a hand unclips the weapon on his hip. The one that you’ve learned to avoid and fear. What is he doing? You wondered, and as if he could hear your mind, he extends his arm in a quick motion before powering it. The red vibrating beam was reflecting its light onto the walls. He grabs the lightsaber with both hands before letting out a loud grunt. With a single movement, he effortlessly slashed the couch in front of him. The action was not anticipated. Making you gasp with fear as you stumble on your feet walking backwards.

Hearing something behind him, he abruptly turns around. In a split second, you feel the radiating heat of the blade that is now pointed straight at you. Seeing the terror in your eyes, he closes the weapon quickly. ‘’Why are you following me?’’

You looked up to him, still sitting on the ground as you try to swallow and come back to your senses, ‘’you dismissed my guard, I-I’m a prisoner..’’

He stays silent, simply staring at you from afar. Being too scared of him, you don’t dare to move from your spot. After a moment he begins to walk slowly to you, giving you his hand to take. As you do, he pulls you slowly back on your feet. “You’re not my prisoner, you’re my guest.’’ he says voice low and calm. He didn’t know why he stopped the guard from doing his job. However, he knew he didn’t want to see you hurt or scared again. Something was pulling him to you and until he figures it out, he needed to make sure you were safe. ‘’You can stay here.’’ saying as he tilts his helmet slightly, ‘’no one ever comes here except me.’’

Confused, you asked, “here?’’

‘’Yes, this my place, you will be safe. You can do as you please, I don’t spend much time here-’’

Intrigued you have your questions, ‘’what about when you are?’’

‘’What about it?’’

‘’Well, where are you going to sleep? Last time-’’

He cuts you right off, “I will not overstep again. Like I said, you are safe here.’’

You raise your eyebrow, ‘’enhen..’’

‘’What?’’ he asked sounding slightly annoyed. Your eyes move to the gutted couch, and he does the same before looking back to you. ‘’Look, I simply request that you come back here.’’

‘’What do you mean by come back?’’ now this is getting interesting..

You could see him nervously fidgeting with the tip of his gloved fingers. ‘’You are free to roam the ship as you want but, I want you to come back here whenever you’re not. It’s the only place I know no one will..’’

‘’Fine, I'll do it.’’ Thinking it’s a pretty good deal.

He nods and you both stay in silence for a moment not knowing where to go from here. He's a strange man indeed you tell yourself. You don't know where this new ‘freedom’ will lead you but you're sure as hell happy to have it.

Looking at your arm, he points his finger to your cut. ‘’You should wash before it gets infected.’’

Lowering your gaze, you noticed the tear in your sleeve covered in blood. The adrenaline wasn't totally gone yet. Barely feeling the pain of your injury. ‘’I'll go take a shower.’’ You say louder than you would've liked as you walked clumsily to the fresher.

After your shower, you’re thinking about your new deal as you put your clothes back on. You knew you were not really a guest here. That you were just an inmate with an upgrade but for now, this was good. Really fucking good. Walking out the bathroom, you spot a bottle of bacta spray sitting on the counter. As you go to reach it, you see him sitting on the couch. Grabbing the bacta, you spray your wound before moving in his direction, ‘’can I sit?’’ You asked timidly. He turns his helmet slowly to you before turning it back to silently stare at the wall in front of him. Taking it as a yes, you sit. “What happened?’’ your voice was soft and compassionate as you try to make sense of his outburst.

He turns to you, taken aback by your sudden interest in him. It's quite unusual for people here to ask questions about himself. It genuinely surprised him that someone like you would want to know more about him. At the same time, if he talks to you, maybe you'd trust him more and maybe, even give him the information he needs. He sighed, ‘’Rebels are attacking our base; the council needs me to take care of it.’’ He looks to you as he breathes in deep, ‘’Some are saying that the jedis are at fault, tweaking their way slowly in using the rebels. It happened in the past.’’

You try to keep an open mind. Although, you were not really a fan of the first order. Especially since they literally kidnapped you and kept you imprisoned on their ship. But you also figured that if you were on his good grace, maybe it would make it easier to escape.. You nod, trying to be understanding. You didn’t know what to say or do and so, you gently place a supporting hand on his thigh. Giving him a genuine smile from the corner of your lips. He clears his throat as he nervously adjusts himself in the seat. The movement is subtle but gives you the opportunity to smell him. Leather and blaster dust you tell yourself closing your eyes to the scent. He noticed, tugging his gloves off before gently putting his bare hand on yours. Feeling it warm and damp from the trapped heat.

Maybe it’s the proximity or maybe it’s the curiosity, but it makes you feel the same electricity you felt earlier this morning. Even if you know it's probably a bad idea, you give his thigh a soft squeeze, which makes his legs twitch in response. Moving slowly closer to him, you test the grounds carefully, but he doesn’t stop you. With hesitation, you bring your hands underneath his helmet. Shyly pulling it off his head. You didn’t know how to act around him. He was truly unpredictable. Still, there was something so strange and strong pulling you to him. You didn’t know what it was, but you couldn't ignore it any longer.

As you removed the helmet, his hair was a little flatten on the top while strands of it were framing his face. He looked at you almost scared. His small eyes searching for yours, unsure of what to do next. Maker why is he so gorgeous..

The truth is, he knew what he wanted. He just wasn't sure if you wanted the same.

You noticed his chest moving more rapidly as you lean forward to his plump lips. Still thinking of his previous failed attempt, he doesn’t dare to move. Giving you the space to make the first steps. Well, that's what he wanted to do, but upon seeing you wanting him this way wakes something new inside him.

Moving forward, he grabs your waist pulling you onto him. His hands were now digging into your flesh. Gripping your hips firmly as if he was afraid, you'd run away. Lips slightly parted, your eyes were anxiously staring at him. He was quite a tall man and with that came the rest. You were literally being swallowed while his arms were wrapping your body whole. You could feel the muscles of his arms and chest, twitching and contracting as he holds you in place. ‘’Have you ever..’’ your blood ran cold as you asked the question. In a simple movement he shakes his head making you reply, ‘’me neither.’’

A curve on his lips forms a muted smirk, moving his gaze back on your lips. He leans forward, brushing them softly with his. Immediately, you close your eyes to his plush pout pushing against yours, hearing him breath harsher and heavier. His fingers come to knead your flesh as he gave in more. You couldn't resist bringing your hand to his chest. Feeling his warmth coming through the thick fabric of his uniform. Smiling slightly, he continues to discover you. Slowly bringing his hands to your belly before fully going under your shirt. You gasp feeling his thick fingers passing carefully on the sides of your rib cage. Going higher to hold both of your tits in the palm of his hands as he massaged them gently. You keep your eyes closed while he opens his. You were already feeling waves of pleasure coming in between your legs.

He couldn't take his eyes off you. Studying your every expression as he lightly caresses his thumbs over your nipples. You feel him twitch and getting harder on your mount as you're getting lost in pleasure. As a result, you slowly start to grind yourself on his hardness. Although, all that friction only makes him want you even more. Hearing him exhales sharply at the motion before he stops you mid stroke. Holding your hips in place, he moves his upwards as he strokes your pussy over the clothes with his length. He lets out a few short breaths before taking a hold of your thighs. Pressing them tightly to his body as he rose from the ruined sofa.

“Woah-” You instantly open your eyes wider, gripping yourself firm on his arm and shoulder to the sudden action. He doesn't stop. Kissing your neck as he brings you to the bedroom. Once inside, he crouches down in front of the mattress, dropping you smoothly on its edge to unclip his cape.

Oh, it’s really happening..

You were now observing him unbutton his stiff jacket. Swallowing dry as you wait for him to come back to you. You couldn't stop looking at his chest. Now noticing the definition of his muscles through the thinner fabric. He moves down, looking into your eye as he removed your bottom. You follow by coming forward to his waist and begin to unbuckle his belt while he takes a deep nervous breath through his nose. Moving his hands anxiously to undo his pants, you bring yours to roll his shirt up. You can sense his stomach contracting as you pull it completely over his head. At this point you know where this is going and so you just remove the rest of your clothes. As you remove the last piece you notice that he hasn't moved at all. Maker, why is he looking at me like that? His eyes were glued to you. You can't help but feel small as he's staring in silence. There's nowhere to hide from your shyness.

He seemed to notice your nervousness. Passing the tip of his finger on your cheek. “You're, so beautiful..” he says, bringing both hands to his waist to remove the last piece of clothing covering him. You were a little stunned. It was bigger than what you imagined but you don't have time to react as he comes closer to grab your waist. Pushing you further into the bed before hovering you. You can feel his hair tickling and dancing on your cheek as he's kissing you tongue deep. Humming with anticipation he brings his hand back to your breast. Automatically, you close your eyes to his big hand squeezing and massaging your tit with his fingers. Slowly getting more comfortable with his touch on your body. You feel them going down, grazing alongside your stomach before abruptly stopping to your mount. You can sense how nervous he is in his halt. Smiling softly, you take his hand as you guide him further down. Giving him permission to touch you however he wishes to.

His bottom lip twitched as he pulls himself back slightly. Wanting to watch you as he caresses and explore you further. He lightly brushes his thick fingers on your swollen lips, observing you with his mouth slightly open. You look so good, so perfect in his hands he thought to himself. After what felt like forever, he slowly pushes his fingers at your entrance. Making you instantly embarrassed on how quick you were coating them. They were gliding against your walls so effortlessly, sucking them in as you begin to let out some low vibrating moans. He pumps them a few times before passing them in between your folds. “T-that, feels, so good..” you purred out unable to control your breathing.

“Yeah?” His eyes were locked on you as he watches your body twist with pleasure under him. This was a new kind of power, and he couldn’t get enough of it. Coming closer, he puts his arms on your sides before placing himself in between your legs. You stared at each other nervously when you feel him push the tip of his cock against your entrance moving slowly in. Making you inhale sharply at his length entering you.

“Is this, okay?” He asks voice dry, almost out of breath.

“Yes please, I want to” you answered half in pain, half begging. Not making you wait any longer, he begins to move slow as his eyes were admiring yours. It doesn’t take time for your juices to cover his length fully, making you both pant harder to the wet, hot, gliding sensation. His cock was so soft and thick, filling your pussy full like it was made for it. He comes back to kiss you while he begins thrust in and out in a faster pace. His tongue coming through his plump lips, caressing yours desperately. As if he needed this, needed you. He wants to know more of you, all of you.. Now growling low, he grinds his hips harder. Your moans are becoming louder as you feel the electric waves inside your belly. And then it happens again, the pulsing energy around his shape. It’s faint, like a breeze passing through your nerves. His voice trembles, “can I-’’

You nod, cutting him off. Knowing exactly what he’s going to ask, “-yes, yes please..”

He moves his face into your neck, sucking lazily on it as he now pounds in harder. Meanwhile his hands were holding the side of your face and hip. Not being able to hold it in any longer, you whine as you finally cum around him. Feeling gusts of air in your neck. He pants himself to his sweet relief. Cumming with an explosive grunt in your ear.

He brings his hand to your face. Looking at you from the side while his head still rests in your neck. He brushed the tip of his fingers lightly over your lips. Making you naturally open them slightly to his touch. ‘’You’re truly beautiful’’ Hearing him say low and raspy.

Moving to face him, you slide his cock out before resting on your side. He holds the side of your face in his hand, coming closer for a kiss. As he’s breathing in hard though his nose, he moves his hand to your waist, “Come” he says pulling himself up before taking your hands to help you rise from the bed. Guiding you to the fresher.

He gets two towels out of the cabinet and turns the shower on. You were enjoying the water running on your body. Sensing an arm grabbing your waist from behind as he moves the other to take your breast. You instantly drop your head back to his chest, giving yourself to his touch. His body was steady, and firm compared to his soft fingers caressing your body.

He wanted to make you feel good, knowing it might be the first and last time you ever let him touch you this way. His thick fingers now moving lower, he grabs your poured out slick to circle your clit. Making you part your legs to let him play with you better. You let out some whimpers as he's passing his now fully coated digits in between your folds before entering you. You gasp with your mouth fully open to the sensation as he glides the tips of them on the top of your walls. Pumping them as his thumb is still caressing your clit. The noises of your pussy sucking them in is embarrassing. You were a mess as your voice was becoming uncontrollable. Twisting yourself in his grip while feeling his chest rigid behind you. “I’m gonn-” trying to not sound too desperate.

‘’Do,” he replies, cutting you off. He leans to the back of your neck. Giving you a gentle kiss as you whine and start losing balance. Grabbing you in time by the waist, he holds you more firmly as you bend in his grip. You hold yourself onto the shower walls as you feel your legs going numb. Cumming once more on him, breathing harshly as he continues to push in slow a couple more times. Passing his fingers gently up and down to your folds. He changes his grip as he hears your breath shaking. Giving you another kiss on the back of your head before turning you around to face him. His eyes were observing you as you pass the back of your thumb on his jaw.

Wanting to take full advantage of the limited time he has with you. He turns around to grab a washcloth before lathering soap into it, ‘’can I?”

You nod in response, staying still as he brings the washcloth to your body. His touch was careful and gentle as you let him discover you another way. This felt somehow more intimate than what you just did. Feeling smaller than usual but not in a bad way. Definitely not in a bad way.. He takes the shower head to rinse your body while you took another washcloth, doing the same he did. His muscles were contracting as you pass the soapy square over his chest. His breathing was heavy as you examined his skin. Which was full of small cuts and scars with some newer than others. He didn't like that, closing his eyes he squeezed his hands into fists. He was trying hard to be as compliant to you as you were with him. Being so tall and broad, you needed him to move around to be able to fully wash him. You looked into his eyes asking timidly, “can you turn?” He doesn’t move or speak as he stares at you seriously. “Please?” you finally ask softly.

He pursed his lips without a word before turning around. Giving you now full access to it. You inhale sharply seeing the fresh cut across his back. You're trying to breathe through your nose. Slowly remembering who he truly is. Not knowing what to do or say, you stand still. Feeling your ghostly touch, he knows very well the nature of your hesitation. He turns around, taking the washcloth from your hands. Washing himself quickly before going fully under the water. Wetting his raven hair in the process. He gets out of the shower without a single eye contact. Carelessly dripping everywhere as he grabs one of the towels on his way out.

You just knew he was hurt but you also didn’t know what to do. You get out to dry yourself, wrapping the towel around you. Walking to him calmly while he sat on the gutted couch. “I’m sorry.” You finally let out trying to be as sincere as you possibly can, but he doesn’t move. He remained still while starring to the empty space in front of him. “Please Kylo, I-I..” you plead, trying desperately to have him interact with you. He shifts his focus to you, being surprised to hear you speak his name. Now having his attention on you, you bend closer, taking his hands into yours. Gently pulling him so he would stand up. After a few tugs, he slowly follows you. You tilt your face up to meet him. “I’m sorry, I was taken by surprise” you repeated with a soft smile. Dragging him forward and back to the bedroom.

As you get into the covers, you extend your arm, inviting him in. He takes a moment simply admiring you in his bed. Bending down, he searched through the piles of clothes on the floor. Putting on his underwear before coming to put his large shirt on your body. You give him a kiss on the cheek as he comes to lay on your side. Closing your eyes to his warmth, you settle your head on the pillow.

He stays silent. Simply watching you get comfortable beside him. Wondering how he ended up here with you. I lost control again; he kept repeating to himself. As much as he likes being close to you, he knows it's wrong and can't keep it. No matter how much he wanted to..

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wangixan modern au ft. a-yuan and big lwj wearing tiny dragonji costume

happy new year!

Wei Wuxian takes A-Yuan along with the Wens to check out the fireworks and light display. It's well past his bed time but everyone is having a blast!

That is until A-Yuan goes missing...

Wwx didn't even let go of his hand for more than a second, just to adjust the pile of sweets they'd bought from the market stalls. But when he reaches down to grab A-Yuan's hand, only chilling empty space greets him.

"A-Yuan?" Wwx whispers, not quite believing he'd lost a child in this crowd of what must thousands gathered by the waterfront.

"A-Yuan!!!"

"Wei-ge, what's wrong?" Sweet innocent Wen Ning asks, not realizing it's officially the worst day of their lives. What a horrific end to the year.

At least Wen Qing wasn't the one to find him, otherwise wwx might not make it to the new year at all.

Wwx frantically explains the situation and then, once he's dumped his haul with WN along with solemn orders to stay out in case A-Yuan returns, wwx runs off to search for him in the crowd.

He barrels through the crowd, heedless of the shoving but keeping a careful eye on the ground since A-Yuan would be too short to see over their heads.

He's not back at the market stalls nor is he dangling off the railing to get a better look at the colorful lanterns dotting the river, thankfully. He's not hiding in the crowd of kids listening to a storyteller weave a tale of dragons heralding in the new year.

As wwx whirls around again, the crowd blurring into nothing but streaks of color, his ears turn their cheers into taunts and jeering.

He can't—he can't lose A-Yuan. Not A-Yuan…not after everything. A-Yuan!!!

But no matter where he looks, there's no trace of his little radish.

He hastily rubs away the tears from his eyes and grits his teeth before more can fall. Theres no way he can give up now.

The crowd begins to thin the further away they get from the light display. A-Yuan had been most excited about seeing "the dragon in the sky!!!" so there's little chance he'd be here...but wwx is willing to scour the earth for as long as it takes.

Frankly, he's debating diving into the river to search that too, just in case, when he hears a beautiful, wonderful, familiar joyous shout.

"Gege!"

Relieved tears flood his vision as he spins around and drops to his knees to welcome his little radish and never let go…

Except, although that is A-Yuan's excited shout, wwx isn't the one A-Yuan is talking to.

"Dragon-gege, this way!"

No…the one A-Yuan is clinging to, tiny little hands wrapped around oversized synthetic claws, is a person dressed as a life-sized cartoon dragon mascot.

(Please imagine, for your viewing pleasure, a life-size version of tiny dragonji. Thank you)

His costume looks less like a dragon and more like…

When Wei Wuxian was young, he'd seen a tv show about a big purple dinosaur that was really more terrifying than kid friendly.

That's what this guy looks like, except his suit is light blue with a hole cut out for his face that's just out of view with how he's turned away. And written on his big white belly are the characters for "Gusu Electronics."

Wait.

Gusu Electronics?

Finally, the man turns, giving WWX a full view of his face that holy shit happens to be, of all people, his old dormmate Lan Wangji.

Lan Wangji. Lan Zhan, who Wei Wuxian hasn't seen in years since he'd dropped out of school for reasons, who he'd never said goodbye to…

Who is currently being dragged around by a toddler while wearing a giant dragon costume, with all the solemnity of a king.

WWX bursts into laughter, lighting him up from the inside.

A-Yuan is safe. That's what matters most. Lan Wangji would keep him safe.

A-Yuan is also clearly trying to guide his bewildered Dragon-gege away. Though Lan Wangji's expression is still so difficult to read, it's clear from his hesitancy that he's not sure how to handle A-Yuan's stubborn determination to get his way.

WWX decides to put the poor dragon-guy out of his misery.

"Lan Zhan!"

At sound of his name, LWJ whirls around, the plastic horns on his costume bobbing dangerously with the movement.

Unfortunately, the tail attached to the back of his costume whips around too, knocking A-Yuan over.

WWX howls with laughter at the sight of A-Yuan on his bottom, staring up at LWJ with a look of utter betrayal only a 5-year-old can muster.

LWJ's puffy dragon arms reach out towards him as he glances back and forth between WWX and A-Yuan, eyes wide and stricken.

"Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan wait! Let me help!" WWX sputters between lingering stray giggles.

Something about wearing a glorified dragon onesie makes LWJ look especially vulnerable. Even his horns seem to droop and the feathery scales that circle his head look sheepish.

WWX helps A-Yuan back to his feet, though that doesn't stop the boy from looking balefully up at LWJ.

If it were possible for a grown man to deflate, that would be it. LWJ attempts to kneel in forgiveness, only it looks like the padding in his knees is too thick to do so.

Instead, he inclines his head—also difficult given that this his costume doesn't have any actual neck to twist—and apologizes seriously.

A-Yuan narrows his eyes and gives his Dragon-gege a cold, hard stare.

Finally, he deems his apology satisfactory and nods, then promptly sticks his thumb in his mouth.

WWX has to bite his cheek to keep from dissolving into a giggling puddle.

"So! Lan Zhan! What are you doing, uh, dressed like that."

A-Yuan tugs on his hand, drawing his attention, "That's Dragon-gege, Xian-gege."

"Ah yes of course, my mistake, Dragon-gege. May I ask what your esteemed self is doing?"

LWJ glowers at him, which means WWX /has/ to send him a cheeky, teasing grin in response.

"…Xiongzhang volunteered me." LWJ replies, pointedly avoiding eye contact.

"Ah, that makes more sense! Why else would the Gusu heir be wearing a costume like this?"

WWX would know; one of his part-time jobs involved dressing up as a meatbun during a humid stretch of summer. Definitely not something Lan Zhan would do for fun.

A-Yuan gasps. "Whoa~ Dragon-gege is an heir? Like a prince? Dragon-gege is Prince Dragon-gege!"

"That's right A-Yuan. Remember, how to greet princes? Just like in Popo's dramas?"

A-Yuan proceeds to execute a pretty accurate, if somewhat messy, curtsy, his two hands pressed together and his face adorably serious.

LWJ looks like he's about to combust, maybe actually breathe fire. The thought sends WWX into another round of uncontrollable giggles

A-Yuan directs his patented big, pleading brown eyes up at LWJ, and oh no. WWX knows that look.

"Will Prince Dragon-gege leave now that A-Yuan found his Xian-gege?" A-Yuan's lower lip wobbles. Oh, the little fiend. "He won't play with A-Yuan anymore?"

LWJ's mouth flops open like a fish trapped on land. A-Yuan adds more of a pout and twist back and forth.

WWX knows the next step if he doesn't get his way is to bring out the crocodile tears, and he's sure that will actually make LWJ combust. As much as he's enjoying seeing his old friend, if he's technically working they can't monopolize all his time.

"Come on little radish, time for dragon princes to run off for their palace. We can't keep him too long, he's got a new year to bring in!"

Unfortunately, this has the opposite effect and now A-Yuan's act has dropped into wide-eyed wonder as he looks at LWJ like a treasured deity.

"Wow! Dragon-gege brings in the new year? We have to play, Xian-gege! For luck!"

This is definitely something Uncle Four taught him, but now A-Yuan is sending the full force of those doe eyes at /WWX/, and WWX is a weak man.

"No! Not the A-Yuan eyes! Anything but that!" He tries to shy away, only for A-Yuan to tug on his arm until they're eye level.

He sets those beams to kill and WWX staggers under the weight of their cuteness.

At least A-Yuan is giggling and completely focused on making his Xian-gege fall over. WWX uses his genius distrction to wave LWJ away, gesturing for him to escape.

Except apparently Lan Wangji sucks at charades because instead of tucking his dragon tail and running off, he says, "I can stay. And celebrate. With A-Yuan and Wei Ying."

WWX jaw drops as A-Yuan cheers and dances happy circles around his Dragon-gege.

WWX tries to pull him aside. Luckily, A-Yuan's excited shouts drown out his whispers. "Lan Zhan, you, you know you don't have to right?"

LWJ gives him a look he can't read, but if he had to he'd assume it meant "Duh" in Lan Wangji-speak.

"I know, I want to."

WWX blinks, trying and failing to understand why anyone would want to spend their New Years dressed in a dragon costume while hanging out with a college drop-out and a toddler who's too good at manipulation.

But before he can protest, LWJ reaches out his hand for A-Yuan to grab and they're off. It's all WWX can do to catch up and run after them, shouting, "Hey! Wait for me!"

LWJ must know this festival better than them, because he instantly finds the best stalls and booths, with games that catch A-Yuan's eye and food that makes WWX drool.

His aim should be terrible and he should be at least a little uncoordinated considering what he's wearing, but no, not at all. Apparently LWJ is somehow stronger wearing a dragon costume, as if he's actually got some new abilities that lead him to win every game and every prize.

Somehow, he even manages to pay for everything too. Before WWX can so much as shuffle the pile of stuffed animals in arm aside to grab his wallet, LWJ has dug up some cash from whatever hidden pocket is in his suit.

He can't find it in himself to really complain though.

Back when they shared that small dormroom, LWJ was always doing things like this. Buying whatever they needed and paying for WWX even when he didn't ask, especially when he didn't ask.

He hasn't had anyone to do this for him in years. He and the Wens are always struggling to make end's meet, so any splurging they do is communal.

WWX had forgotten what if felt like to be taken care of like this. He'd forgotten the warmth that lit up his belly whenever LWJ wordlessly handed something to him. Like sitting next to a comforting campfire.

As midnight approaches, A-Yuan starts dozing off, his tanghulu gradually slipping out of his hand before WWX manages to save it

In one fluid movement, LWJ bends and lifts A-Yuan into his arms, resting his head against his shoulder where the puffy fabric of his costume is softest

A little part of WWX is jealous; he wouldn't mind cuddling with Dragon-gege too.

The other part is too busy trying to get a picture of them as LWJ walks off. WWX immediately sets the photo as his background, refusing to think too much about how his heart races.

Lan Wangji guides them over to a space cordoned off from the rest of the crowd. It must be where festival workers can hang back and relax, and it's blessedly peaceful here. Perfect for A-Yuan to relax.

"You know that costume of yours has its perks, Lan Zhan!" WWX says, whistling at the view. From here they can see the drones dancing overhead along with a pretty decent angle at the barge where fireworks sit at the ready. "Though all those kids wanting to take a picture, only for you to frown at them and scare them away! Haha! Maybe it isn't your thing after all."

LWJ lets out a breath that sounds a bit like a huff as he adjusts A-Yuan, cradling him closer to protect him from the slight breeze.

"This is usually Xiongzhang's idea of celebration. I am simply filling in."

WWX hums his acknowledgement, silently thanking Lan Xichen for giving him this good fortune today. He hangs over the railing, watching the current flow by and the shifting festival lights moving like stars in its waves.

He rests his head in his arms and glances over his shoulder

Lan Wangji stands with his eyes closed, enjoying what must be a refreshing breeze as he rocks slowly side to side. Just beneath the festival reverly, Wei Wuxian can hear him humming under his breath. Something soothing and melancholic as he rocks A-Yuan back and forth.

Even with all the pretty festival lights, and the fireworks that will launch any minute now, WWX finds he has no desire to look away. Something about the peaceful serenity on Lan Wangji, the way lanterns cast pretty patterns over his smooth skin. How his eyelashes cast long, fluttering shadows. The hint of a smile, the slightest tease lingering at the corner of his lips.

Why would Wei Wuxian ever look away?

A gust of wind tosses his hair and disturbs LWJ's costume enough for it to slip, revealing the side of his face covered in sweat and tiny strands of hair glued to his skin. LWJ's nose twitches, one of the feathery stands jutting out of his costume tickling him.

But with the limited range of movement his costume provides and the way what little is available is focused on holding a sleeping child, there's little LWJ can do other than contort his face to try and move the strand away.

When he starts blowing air out fruitlessly, his puffed up cheeks sticking out against his costume's hoodie, WWX chuckles softly and reaches over.

"Here, let me."

He carefully moves the strand aside and adjusts the costume so it's back in place. His fingers, cold from the late night winter chill, blaze with the heat of LWJ's skin.

His fingers brush against LWJ's cheekbones. How can skin be so soft?

LWJ stares back at him, eyes wide as the full moon overhead. In its reflection, his eyes seem almost gold with the light of a thousand lanterns living in them.

A hush falls over as WWX's fingers linger over his skin. He doesn't want to pull his hand away. He finds there's nothing he'd want to do less.

LWJ breaths in, and his exhale tickles WWX's nose. When did they get so close?

Distantly, the countdown begins.

Their eyes are still locked when the first fireworks are sent into the sky, a cascade of starfall lighting up the night. Colorful drones dance around them, transforming into a giant dragon chasing after the moon.

"Look, Dragon-gege. Is that you?" comes A-Yuan's sleepy voice from where it's tucked in his shoulder.

Finally, LWJ drags his gaze away from WWX, though tingles still race up his spine. He glances at the sky and says, "No, it's another dragon."

"Does that mean you'll stay here, with us?"

WWX heart clenches as he waits for his answers. LWJ looks at him as he replies, "Mn. If you will have me, yes I will."

The fireworks exploding overhead cannot be as loud as the drumming in WWX's ears.

But A-Yuan isn't finished tearing WWX apart. "Then make sure you kiss. That's the only way it will come true."

"A-Yuan!" WWX sputters. "Really, who taught you these things? That's not—Lan Zhan doesn't need to kiss m—anyone if he—"

"I meant /me/, Xian-gege," A-Yuan explains like hes the one explaining things to a toddler. He rolls his eyes and promptly kisses Lan Wangji on the cheek, happy giggles ringing as fireworks burst overhead.

A smirk twists across Lan Wangji's lips as Wei Wuxian gapes at them.

"Hey! That's not fair! Where's my kiss?"

LWJ lifts an eyebrow. "Would Wei Ying like a New Years' kiss as well?"

WWX's cheeks flame brighter than the fireworks. "I meant from—from—I didn't mean—Lan Zhan!"

A-Yuan giggles as LWJ huffs a laugh that works its way right into WWX's heart. Twin conspiratorial half-smiles creep across their faces, lit up by flashing colors.

LWJ leans over, and together he and A-Yuan kiss WWX's cheeks. A-Yuan's kiss is wet and messy, but the softness of LWJ's lips leave WWX cradling his cheek long after he pulls away, wishing he could trap the feeling there.

"I—I…That—"

"Hehe, Happy New Year, Xian-gege! Dragon-gege!" A-Yuan slips from LWJ's arms and leans against the railing, content to ignore them as he watches the rest of the show.

"Happy New Year, Wei Ying." LWJ says, still wearing that half-smile that twists WWX's insides.

WWX ignores how he must be a blushing mess and leans against LWJ, whose puffy costumed arm slides around his back, lending him warmth as the sky erupts above.

"Why did you have to wear this stupid costume anyway. We could be holding hands," he pouts.

LWJ huffs another silent laugh and presses a soft kiss against the crown of WWX's head.

WWX closes his eyes to savor the moment, then leans back and rests against LWJ, puffy glorified dragon onesie and all.

As he watches the show overhead reach its exciting concluding, listening to A-Yuan's quiet gasps and LWJ's soothing breathing, WWX makes a resolution.

Next year, he'll get a proper New Years kiss.

#Pretty pleased with this considering my only thought when coming up with this was “What if tiny dragonji but w/ life-sized LWJ dressed up as #My wish for the year is a Free Palestine and a collapse of the colonial powers 🍉🕊️#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #wangxian #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #a-yuan #mdzs fanfiction #bushy writing #mdzs musings

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tearfallpixie · 2 months

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Make Mama Happy - Chapter 1

Not too many updates to this chapter but will be more as it goes.

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“Nichole!” My best friend Heather called. I had just walked into the restaurant where we were going to meet up and was looking around for her. I internally groaned when I finally spotted her, seeing her boyfriend, Richard, next to her. He was the guitarist from the band Motionless in White and he and I had a complicated relationship. We both loved Heather so we tolerated each other for her sake but when we were alone it was as if world war 3 had started. There was nothing in the world that could make us put aside our differences that I was pretty sure we didn’t even know what they were. I plastered a fake grin on my face and walked over to the table where she was waiting. When I approached it, she stood up and hugged me tightly before returning to her seat.

“Richard.” I nodded. He gave me his fake smile and returned the gestor. “How have you been? How’s the band?”

“They’re fine. We go on tour next month, so we are all prepping for that. Speaking of which Heather. Vinny’s having a get together tomorrow night before we buckle down and really dive into the tour preparations. Would you like to go?” He asked, turning to his girlfriend.

“Oh that would be amazing. Nichole you should come.” My best friend said, turning to me.

“No way. I don’t get involved with the band stuff.” The waitress came over and took my order before disappearing again.

“Oh come on! It would be so fun. I bet you and Vinny would get along great.” I rolled my eyes at my best friend's antics and shook my head. She had been trying to hook me and the drummer up for years.

“Doubtful. Vinny has standards.” Ricky muttered, making me scowl at him.

“Richard!” Heather swatted his chest. “Please! I want someone there that’s a girl I actually like.”

“Fine. Fine. I will come to this stupid party. But you are helping me get ready and giving me a ride. I haven’t been to his house before.” She clapped happily and started gushing about her newest project at work. She was a biologist and while she was excited about her job it may have been the one thing Richard and I could agree on as we made disgusted faces.

“Baby, we are trying to eat. Maybe you could save the work talk for later.” Rick asked, giving her an unsure glance.

“I can’t believe I am saying this but thank you Olson.” I snickered. He shot me a smirk and for a moment, I could see why Heather liked him.

“Sorry! What about you Nichole? How has your job been?”

“I work at a winery. It's not that exciting.” I shrugged.

“You were more interested in writing when we were in school. Please tell me you haven’t given up on being a writer.” I forgot that she had always been the one to encourage my passion and smiled. It had been a while since I had worked on one of my stories so I barely remembered them.

“It's been a minute since I had the time.”

“Well Rick is a writer too! You should have him read over it and help you out.” My eyes flicked to the guitarist to see him glaring at me.

“Maybe.” We finished up our food and Heather insisted that she would be with me the next day so that she could help me get ready, much to the frustration of her annoying boy toy. I flipped him off when her back was turned, determined to prove him wrong.

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“Evening ladies. Ready?” Ricky asked when I opened the door. Heather was right behind me in her outfit, a simple crop top and low waisted skinny jeans. “You look amazing baby girl.” I rolled my eyes at his sickeningly sweet tone and shoved past him, bumping my shoulder against his and knocking him a few steps backwards.

“Yeah yeah, you can fawn over her later. Lets just go. I wanna see Aj.” Aj was one of the techs that toured with them a few years back and I had met him on a few outings where he and Rick were hanging out and I was tagging along with Heather. The guitarist rolled his eyes and nodded, opening the door for his girlfriend and all of us taking off to the drummer's house.

“I think you’ll love Vinny. He is super sweet and loves everyone. I don’t think he’s capable of hating someone.” My best friend gushed. I kept my mouth shut in the back seat as I glared daggers at the driver in the front, Ricky watching me too with an equally hateful stare. Knowing the fact that Vinny was Rickys best friend I doubted that he would like me in any capacity.

“Guess we’ll just see.” I muttered quietly. The rest of the drive was silent and I couldn’t get out of the car fast enough when we pulled up to the house. I left my friend and her boyfriend in the dust, determined to find the crazy tech that I adored. Luckily Aj was lounging on the couch in the living room. “Aaj.” I exclaimed, throwing myself into his lap.

“Nichole? What are you doing here?” He laughed, wrapping his arms around me to make sure I didn’t fall off.

“Heather invited me.” I giggled. We sat there talking for a bit longer as more people trickled in. Some of them I recognized from videos of the band and others I didn’t so it was really awkward.

“That’s Logan, you’ve seen pics of him. He’s the front of house manager.” Aj tried to give me names for everyone that showed up but even he didn’t know some of them. “Lets go get a drink. I’m parched.” He stood up from the couch and led me through the congregation of people to the kitchen where he grabbed a sprite for me out of the fridge.

“Thank you, Aj.” I said, cracking it open and taking a sip.

“Have you met Vinny yet?” My friend asked, pointing to a man in the living room with shoulder length wavey hair with red streaks in the front. He was wearing black cargo pants and a baggy dark green shirt that had no logo on it. While I normally wouldn’t go for guys like that (that looked like total frat boys) he made it look hot as fuck.

“No, I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting any of the band. I typically avoid them. Well, besides Rick obviously. But I could do without knowing him.” I joked. Aj knew me long enough to know about the standing feud between me and the guitarist and he smirked.

“We could all go without knowing Rick. But seriously he’s actually pretty chill once you get to know him.” I gave him a glance of disbelief.

“I’ve known him for a few years. He’s still just as fucking annoying.” I rolled my eyes.

“Come on. Let me introduce you to the man of the house.” He took me over to the red headed angel and waved at him. “Vin! I want you to meet Nichole.” Vinny turned to me and I got drawn into his gorgeous hazel eyes.

“Nichole! Hi. Who did you come with?” He asked, holding out his hand. I shook it and was bemused by his strong grip. Next to him was a tall, well dressed, curly haired man who looked like he had a mop on the top of his head.

“I came with Heather.” I nodded over to my friend who was currently wrapped in her boyfriend's arms.

“Oh.” He said that one syllable so sharply and I froze. “You’re that Nichole. Rick told me about you.” His voice was so cold compared to the soft friendly one he had a few minutes ago.

“Chole, what does he mean?” Aj asked, looking between the two of us. The entire room seemed to quiet down and everyone's eyes focused on us.

“I think I should go.” I whispered.

“Yeah, you probably should. We don’t like your type around here?” Vinny growled.

“My type?” What the hell had Ricky said about me?

“You know, the type to flirt with their supposed best friend's boyfriend behind their back?” My eyes widened in horror and I rounded on Richard where he was standing with Heather. She looked confused, hurt, and angry.

“Heather- I never-“

“Don't.” She mumbled. “I don't know what’s going on right now but you should probably leave.” Aj grabbed my arm and held me for a moment.

“Heather, you know she wouldn't do that.” He tried defending me.

“I don't know what to think! Why the hell would Ricky lie to Vinny of all people?” She sputtered. “Just leave. I’ll call you later.” I calmly set my can down on the nearby table and turned to Aj.

“Just let it go. I don't want to put up with this shit right now.” I pushed past everyone to exit the house only turning back once to look at Rick. “Fuck you, Richard Olson.” I spit, before finally leaving. Once outside I let my emotions explode and found myself gasping for air as I made my way to the main street to call an uber. I just needed to get away from that house.

A few texts came through from Aj but I ignored them as I collapsed onto my couch. I curled under a blanket and buried my face into the pillow. I never thought Heather would trust her boyfriend over me like that and it hurt like a knife through the gut.

#motionless in white #miw band #vinny mauro #vinny mauro fanfic

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purrgilpawkins · 5 months

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Burning Love

Summary: After an encounter with Hotstreak, Virgil takes it upon himself to kiss and make Richie better.

Pairings: Richie Foley/Virgil Hawkins

Warnings: n/a

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“Ow!” Richie yelped, snatching his hand from Virgil’s grasp and the Terrorsome Tweezers he was using to remove the fabric stuck to Richie’s hand.

The fabric that stuck to his hand after Hotstreak had managed to catch Gear off guard, grabbing hold of said hand just as he’d been about to take off, and burning Gear’s glove badly enough so it wouldn’t come off without a fight. Luckily, Static had come to the rescue before Hotstreak could do any real damage.

Back at the Gas Station, the dynamic duo checked the damage and both heroes had determined it wouldn’t require a doctor’s assistance (not that they’re knowledgeable enough to make that call.)

Virgil sighed an ever patient sigh and gently took Richie’s hand in his, pulling it back toward him to resume his ministrations.

“Chill, Rich. I’m almost done,” Virgil said, trying not to feel guilty over Richie’s flinching that accompanied every plucked piece of synthetic fabric.

With another piece plucked and another hiss of pain from Richie, Virgil clicked the tiny tweezers together twice as he turned Richie’s hand over and back, looking for any more bits of the gruesome glove. Virgil sighed again, relieved that the worst was finally done, and placed the tweezers beside himself on the rickety coffee table he was using as a chair. He then reached out for the bottle of aloe lotion, stubbornly not looking at the table as his hand bumped into a roll of bandages and the tweezers he’d just placed down. Finally, Virgil’s hand found the smooth plastic bottle and picked it up.

“I’m done tweezing, dude. You can stop bracing for impact.”

Richie opened his eyes a smidge and untensed his shoulders at the sight of Virgil squeezing the lotion into his hand. Setting the bottle down, Virgil began rubbing his hands together, coating his hands completely, and reached out to take Richie’s hand in his once more. Richie inhaled sharply, bracing for sudden pain, but exhaled upon the immediate relief at the cool feeling enveloping his uncomfortably hot hand. As Virgil rubbed it in, he couldn’t help but be glad that Richie’d had the foresight to buy the aloe for electrical burns (both of the technological and Static variety.)

After the thorough rub down, Virgil reached back toward the table and grabbed the roll of bandages he’d knocked around before. He waited for Richie to finish shaking his hand to dry the lotion and began wrapping it loosely and delicately. Once carefully wrapped, Virgil tore off the end and taped it in place, placing the roll back on the table and doing a final inspection of Richie’s hand.

“Am I gonna make it?” Richie joked.

“Maybe,” Virgil mumbled, bringing Richie’s hand to his lips and tenderly kissing the back of it.

Richie’s face flushed immediately and he looked away from Virgil, embarrassed at his bright red face and dopey grin he couldn’t quite control. Virgil gave his hand another kiss and Richie squeaked.

“Dude.”

Virgil smiled mischievously and gave Richie’s hand another kiss before releasing it. Richie took his hand out of Virgil’s range and rubbed at it affectionately, still trying to wipe the stupid grin off his face. Virgil gave Richie’s cherry tomato face a once over before gasping loudly. Richie snapped his head toward him at the sound.

“What? What’s wrong?”

Virgil brought his hands up and cradled Richie’s face in between them. “You didn’t tell me Hotstreak got your face too! Here, lemme make it better.” He then pulled Richie’s face toward his, peppering kisses on Richie’s reddened cheeks, making them even redder. It’s a wonder how Richie didn’t pass out with all the blood rushing to head.

“Virg!” Richie giggled as Virgil went back and forth between cheeks, leaving no bit of skin unsmooched. Richie pushed Virgil back slightly amidst the laughing from them both, wrapping his arms around Virgil’s neck and leaning in to press their foreheads together. “I think,” Richie said in between laughs, “I’ll be alright, V.”

“I dunno, Rich,” Virgil began, trying to hold back his own laughter, “your lips are looking a little pink. Hotstreak might’ve gotten you there too.”

“Hmm, you may be right about that, dude. Guess you should kiss ‘em and make ‘em better. Just in case.”

“Well, I mean, if you think it’s necessary…”

“Oh, yes,” Richie said seriously, “very necessary.”

Virgil and Richie leaned in at the same, lips pressing softly against each other, noses pressing less softly against each other. The kiss broke quickly as the two couldn’t keep their laughter in anymore.

“Man, you are such a goof.” Richie wiped at his eyes, trying to catch his breath.

“Yeah, but I’m your goof, you goof,” Virgil responded with a grin, giving Richie another quick kiss as he took Richie’s bandaged hand in his.

#luke writes #under 1k words #static shock #slash #virgil x richie #virichie #gearshock #(<- superior ship name btw)#virgil hawkins #richie foley #hotstreak mention #fluff #established relationship #first degree burns #aloe vera usage #some serious kissies going down here

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whumpdoyoumean · 7 months

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Whumptober #10

xxx alternate prompt 9~drugging

This is how I die, he thinks. He’s survived getting hit by a car and splashed with toxic chemicals. He’s survived the Russians, the Irish mob, crooked policemen, the Hand, Wilson Fisk. He’s been stabbed, slashed, beaten, poisoned, shot in the head. A building fell on him one time. And he’s survived all of it.

And now some low level drug dealer with a needle and a knife, who either had more experience than Matt would ever have suspected or was just lucky, has left him for dead in an alley.

It’s not just the stab wound (to the side, below his ribs and above his hip). He’s been stabbed before. It was what the dealer did next, with surprising speed and precision, while Matt had been on the ground trying to recover enough to stand and finish the fight. A needle to the neck, filled with some designer synthetic drug that’s popular right now. A drug that enhances every sense--a sweet and exciting high for the average user, no doubt.

For Matt, it’s hell. The world isn’t just on fire--he is.

He’s burning from the inside out and from the outside in. Every sound--he can hear every sound and he can’t shut them off, can’t focus. Everything is so damn loud and he’s not sure but he thinks his ears are bleeding. And the smells. There’s certainly a cacophony of smells in a Hell’s Kitchen alley, and all of them are filling his nose at once, drowning him, suffocating him. Every nerve is electric, tingling. He can feel his clothes against his skin, tight like a boa constrictor squeezing the life out of its prey, the fibers scratching at his very cells. The air touching his face is hot and heavy and merciless. Matt wonders vaguely if his flesh has been stripped away, leaving nothing but a bare skull beneath the mask.

He knows he has to get up and find help--from Claire, from Foggy, from Karen, anyone--but he can’t move. The sudden overstimulation assaulting him from every angle has left him paralyzed and in agony and he’s going to bleed to death and there’s not a damn thing he can do about it.

Suddenly, there’s a sound very close to him, a shout that sets his head to pounding, and a quiet groan escapes from his lips, very much against his will.

“Hey!” the voice says again, and it’s familiar, but Matt can’t place it. “C’mon, we have to move!”

A hand grabs his arm, sending pain lacing through the limb, and he lets out a scream. The hand quickly releases.

“Shit! What’s wrong with you?”

It’s hard to concentrate, hard to focus on any specific input when there’s so much stimulation assaulting every sense, but he manages to pull a name out of the flurry of thoughts.

“Frank?”

“Yeah it’s me. Keep it down, will ya? What the hell did that guy do to you?”

“Drugged,” Matt gasps, and the act of speaking is enough to start him groaning again as jolts of pain spike through his head and injured side.

Frank swears, and Matt’s pretty sure he’s crouched down now. “Look, Red, I can’t leave you here. You’re bleeding a lot, not to mention what someone else will do if they find you here. Can you stand?”

Matt tries to answer, tries to stand, anything, but his brain is at a disconnect with his body, and there’s a new sensation, one that’s not coming from everything happening around him. It’s in his head, filling him up with helium. He gasps before letting out a thin moan.

“Shit,” Frank says. “Shit. How much did he give you? Goddammit. Okay, sorry about this.”

Then there’s a blow to the side of his head and everything goes black.

xxx

He wakes up screaming. He thinks he might be on fire. He can’t smell smoke, but what other explanation is there? He’s burning. Or maybe it’s the world that’s burning. That would explain why it’s so fucking loud--sirens and car horns and screams and the roaring of his own blood in his ears. He thinks someone might be saying his name, too, but he can’t tell.

It feels like centuries pass this way. Or is it only seconds? He stops screaming, eventually, too exhausted to make a sound. He’s sure that any moment now, he’s going to die. But he doesn’t.

He sort of wishes that he would.

xxx

The first thing he notices when he comes back to himself is the splitting headache and the stabbing pain in his side. The next thing he notices is the fact that he’s wearing nothing but his boxer-briefs. There’s a brief panic as he realizes his face is showing and he’s got no idea where he is, but then a familiar gruff voice says, “Hey, you with me?”

Matt takes a few deep breaths to calm himself down, and then he nods. His mouth and throat are dry and he has to swallow twice before he’s able to speak. “Why am I half-naked?”

“You did that yourself,” Frank answers.

“And you let me?

“Didn’t wanna hurt you. Here, drink this. Slow sips.”

Matt sits up a little (ouch) as a glass of water is shoved into his hand. He doesn’t want to drink it at first--he’s starting to feel nauseated and is worried that anything he consumes will come back up instantly--but then he feels the cool liquid against his throat and that changes immediately. He starts to chug it, but a hand pulls the glass from his grip.

“Hey!” Frank snaps. “I said slow. Slow.”

Matt nods. “Slow. Got it.”

Frank hesitates a moment before handing the glass back to him. It takes all of Matt’s self control not to down the whole thing instantly. He can feel Frank watching him and does his best to ignore it.

“How’re you feeling?” Frank asks once Matt finishes the glass.

“Really, really shitty,” Matt says. He’s too tired to try and pretend he feels anything but, and he’s pretty sure Frank would just see through him anyway.

“Yeah, you’re gonna wanna take it easy for a few days. The stab wound wasn’t too deep but I think I gave you a concussion.” Before Matt can be angry about that, Frank adds, “It was the only way I could get you here. You were screaming like a fuckin’ banshee if I even touched you…You remember what happened?”

“Not really.”

“Prob’ly for the best…”

“What time is it?” Matt asks.

“Almost 3 am.”

“Shit,” Matt murmurs, pushing himself up on his elbows and biting back a cry as it exacerbates the pain in his head and side.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Gotta get home before sunrise. Black suit’s not as subtle in the daytime. Where’re my clothes?”

“Hey, hold on. Hold on, Red. You’ve still got time. You should rest a few hours, that shit’s probably still lingering your system. Have another glass of water and get a little sleep. I’ll wake you up when you need to go.”

If he were in better shape, he’d probably argue, or tell Frank to go fuck himself. But right now, another glass of water and a couple hours of sleep sound like heaven.

“Fine,” Matt says finally. “And, uh…thanks.”

xxx

#whumptober2023 #alt.9 #drugging #daredevil #fic #drugs tw #stabbed #matt murdock #frank castle #daredevil fic #whumptober #my writing #my fic #whump #whump fic

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