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sweethibiscus · 1 year

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ride home

so if yall have seen euphoria then yall know the scene where rue n jules first meet and jules takes her home and adresses her wound weellll i was re-watching the show and it made me think abt pre relationship ellie and reader so enjoy this lil fluff drabble

cw: mentions of drugs and alcohol, violence, but basically just a short lil fluff drabble

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it was the summer before freshman year of college (2 and a half weeks left to be exact) and your friend dina was talking about her suuuper popular boyfriend jesse whos she been crushing on for YEARS ans you were honestly quite bored at the small things dina kept saying about him like how he likes pineapples on pizza and his corny love for the twilight saga but your ears perked up when you heard her mention a party hes throwing.

august had been painfully boring. warmth slowly leaving the small town of jackson and no super interesting parties or ragers had happened in a minute and jesses friends were known for throwing the BEST ragers and you had yet to attend one that summer.

“wait, party?” you asked leaning up your elbows supporting you on your friends comfy mattress. “oh yea him and his friends are t some rager tomorrow, im invited so if you want i could just pass you off as like a plus one. its at jesses at like 10” “oh im definitely going”

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it was finally friday and as you checked your phone it showed that the time was 10:18 when you pulled into the driveway of your friends boyfriends huge mansion. from dinas rants you knew jesse was rich but jesus, this mustve cost more than your family’s entire will.

as you guys pulled in dina helped you out of the passenger seat of her car. you wore a pair of baggy denim cargo pants that covered most of your doc martins with a black lacy corset top that earned yourself a wolf whistle from dina when you showed her your outfit, paired with a oversized unbuttoned brown flannel. you decided to wear your hair down styled just a bit to look somewhat presentable. you werent here to look hot and sneak off with some girl though. you came to smoke, drink, and do whatever the fuck you felt like.

you walked into the party hand in hand with dina. she turned to you and gave you a quick hug and kiss on the cheek before running off to find her boyfriend. you walked into the kitchen where sweaty bodies were clamoring to pour more drinks. one couple hogging the counter to basically fuck infront of everyone. you cringed before pouring a bottle of titos into one of the empty red solo cups left lying on the counter. you went into the backyard to light your first joint of the night.

halfway through your smoke you hear a commotion inside. you go in and walk towards the scene in the kitchen that seemed to draw a crowd. in there was the main jock douchebag of jesses freind group and a girl youd never seen before in a short sleeved shirt layered over a white long sleeved one and slightly baggy jeans. her hair was half up half down and jesus was she hot a fuck.

the bot whose name was hunter was knocking things over screaming threats at the girl. she backed up to the counter and grabbed a knife. “whoa whoa calm down” said a now terrified hunter. “you think you can fucking hurt me?! you have no fucking idea” she spoke before slicing her arm at the part of her arm that was exposed due to her sleeve being rolled up ever so slightly. the two split up and you nodded to yourself impressed as people starting talking and the music was raised again.

you followed the girl outside to find her grabbing a bike that you had assumed was hers.

“hey i saw what happened back there and that was uh, like really fucking cool, hunter had it coming for a while now” you said, “ uh im alex, i havent seen you around before” you spoke again. “well thanks for the compliment, i just knew it was gonna get heated so i decided to just take control of the situation beforw it escalated, oh im ellie btw, i moved here a few weeks ago” she replied. you dont know what made you ask your next question but your forever glad you did. “hey do you think i can ride with you back to your house, i dont know where my ride is and i dont like driving while high, plus i couls help you clean up your uh, thing”. you said. “sure, we just have to be careful, ‘m pretty sure my dads asleep”

you rode all the way back to her house holding onto her sitting behind her on her bike breathing in her scent which was a mixture of pine, weed, alcohol and sage. when you reached your desired location you snuck up to her room as quietly as possible.

when you walked into her room you looked around at the dimly moonlit walls covered in posters of bands and various artists, along with a few sketches that had ellies signature.

“uhh so this is my room, nothing special but hey, its mine” she said breaking the silence “i love it, its amazing” you said flashing her a soft smile.

you were cleaning her would with some alcohol as she winced with every wipe. “im almost done just hold on” you said finishing up with a fee more wipes and patching her cut up with a bandaid. “thanks, you didn’t have to do that for me” “dont worry about it, plus i wanted to, hey do you think i could stay the night by the way? its just super late and i dont really feel like walking back to my house” you asked scared of what she would say to your blunt question. “of course, its the least i could do for my new nurse” you laughed at her comment before she told you you could borrow some clothes to sleep in. you chose a pair of black tight boxers and a oversized band tee that made it look like you didn’t have pants on.

you layed next to her and you both just sat there in silence staring into eachothers eyes. you smiled a bit before she asked a slight ‘what?’. “nothing i just think you might be my new favorite person, ellie”. she smiled and blushed a bit at your comment, pushing a fallen peice of hair back behind your ear.

“i think that might be a mistake”. it never was. and never will be.

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A/N

ik this was super short and kinda stupid but i hope yall like it, i’ll probably write some smut soon tho so keep an eye out and as always, reqs r open

#ellie williams fic #ellie williams x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie williams #the last of us #tlou2 #lex loves u

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sunshine-vx · 1 year

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Across Space, Time and Dreams (ASTaD) (Ch. 17- part 1 of 2)

(Blankshippers DNI)

(Please refer to beginning of chapter 1 post for complete list of CWs/TWs)

(Shoot, well, it's been a bit longer than I'd hoped since I last updated this fic! I know I kind of didn't meet the expectations I hoped for last time, but I will still try my best. Regardless, here's chapter 17! It's also pretty long- not as long as chapter 16, but close, so I will also be dividing this chapter into two parts, which will be uploaded asap after each other, both today! Thank you all so much for your patience!)

(This chapter's first two illustrations done by @moonlightalpha666 ! Third illustration done by Jang! Here's their Twitter! Tysm to them and Moon for the amazing drawings!The illustrations are only next in the second part, so I apologize for that, but nonetheless, I hope yall enjoy!)

(Read it on Ao3 here!)

(Reblogs are appreciated!)

After emotions had calmed just a bit, Ingo and Emmet and their Pokémon sat down to discuss some things more in depth.

Emmet and Ingo did not speak it to each other, but they knew that things would not be as smooth as they were for a while. They felt as if maybe their Pokémon knew this, as well.

Despite that, it did not change their relief to be back together, nor their determination to get things back to normal.

When the subject of their teams came up, Ingo decided to introduce his team of 9 that he had developed in his 5 years in Hisui. It was important, after all.

"I promise, I was never, ever trying to replace any of you." Ingo averred, "I simply wanted to continue my passion for Pokémon training and make friends and family here, and I am thoroughly delighted to have all of you with me- together!"

While they knew Ingo was telling the truth, Emmet's Pokémon and Ingo's Pokémon from Unova seemed hesitant at first. Thankfully, they quickly warmed up to the other Pokémon despite this. The twins understood their hesitance, but were grateful for their open approach.

While the Pokémon were chattering around them, Ingo and Emmet conversed.

"Since you mentioned you knew that you do not belong here, and you have been trying to look into it," Emmet then spoke, "do you know that you are from a different place and time that you originated from?"

"I assumed that much, yes. I have been looking into it more recently." Ingo seemed intrigued, "Did you have to travel through space-time to get here?"

Emmet nodded.

Suddenly, something dawned on Ingo; Akari and Rei were waiting for him at Moonview Arena.

Ingo's eyes shot open as his posture straightened.

"Oh dear!" He exclaimed

"What is it? Are you okay?" Emmet asked Ingo quickly. The Pokémon looked at Ingo, confused.

Ingo stood up, Emmet following in his tracks, looking concerned.

"I told some people I would be somewhere, and I haven't gotten to them yet." Ingo explained, "We were going to investigate a Space-Time Distortion that had appeared in the Alabaster Icelands"

"The Alabaster Icelands? Are you talking about that really snowy area?" Emmet questioned.

Ingo nodded.

Emmet cringed, "That, uh, may have been me…"

Ingo's eyes widened, "So the Distortion did bring answers! You came through looking for me?"

Emmet nodded.

"Oh wow, that is incredible! Emmet, I am truly grateful for your dedication!" Ingo averred.

Emmet nodded again, his smile a bit less nervous now, "Of course."

Before either could speak further, Ingo's look of excitement then shifted to one of confusion.

"Wait, if I may ask…how did you do that?"

"I got help from Dialga and Palkia," Emmet explained, "I was able to summon them and then ask them to bring me here using the Adamant and Lustrous Orbs. Soon, I will need to find those Orbs in this time and speak to them again so that I can bring you home….you do want to come home, do you not?"

"Of course I do!" Ingo responded, "Could you show me where you landed regarding the Distortion, or speak to Dialga and Palkia? I trust you, I will go, and I may be able to help you regarding the Orbs, but I need to see a bit of evidence of the plan; Surely you understand, no?"

"Absolutely, I do understand, and I will show you!" Emmet replied, "But, what about your place here? You have people and Pokémon that know you, do you not?"

"I wasn't planning on going away forever", Ingo answered, "..Change will likely happen, but I am sure we can figure something out! There are certain people who know I have been looking into my origins more, and some have been helping me with that; I think we should speak to them. Thankfully, the people I was helping investigate the Distortion are two of those people! So, for now, we should focus on our current destination!"

Emmet paused, before nodding, "You are right. Whatever change happens, I will help you down that track! We should do that, and I will help in whatever way I can."

"Well, we should be getting to that destination now."

Ingo and Emmet turned to their Pokémon.

"Everyone, I'm sure you heard us; We must depart to a new location." Ingo exclaimed.

"Come and rest for now. We can sort more things out later on." Emmet added, before both trainers returned their Pokémon, content with the situation, to their Pokéballs.

Eventually, Ingo and Emmet made it to Moonview Arena, where Akari and Rei were waiting.

"Akari, Rei! I have arrived!" Ingo shouted as he waved at his friends. They both turned to Ingo, smiling, before Rei's smile faded and his eyes went wide.

"Zoroark!" The boy shouted, taking out a Pokéball, sending out his Pikachu.

"What?! Where?!" Ingo asked, concerned.

"Right beside you!" Rei answered, pointing to Ingo's side.

Ingo looked at his side to see...Emmet. ..oh. OH.

Emmet's eyes widened, taking a step back as he realized Rei was talking about him.

"No, wait!" Ingo hollered just as Rei was about to order Pikachu to attack, "This is a misunderstanding!"

Rei lowered his arm a bit, waiting to hear from Ingo.

Ingo put his hand on Emmet's shoulder, who still looked shocked, "..This is Emmet, my twin brother! He's been apparently looking for me for a long time, and he was finally able to reach me here! I've been having stronger feelings regarding my origins, and I think it was because this was all on its way!" Ingo turned to Emmet, gesturing to them one at a time, "Emmet, this is Akari, and this is Rei!"

"Yup! Nice to meet you both!" Emmet exclaimed, laughing off the awkward situation

Akari and Rei were quiet for a moment. They seemed perplexed- happy to hear and see this supposed discovery, but a bit unsure of what to fully think.

Akari hesitated, "While that would be incredible, how do you know he's not a Zoroak or something?"

Ingo looked at Emmet, who seemed worried. Although everyone else's paranoia was making Ingo a tiny bit anxious, he had no doubt in his mind that this man was his brother. No Zoroark whatsoever.

"I just do. He is my brother." Ingo replied, "If he was a Zoroak, I would know. But here, look. Emmet, come here for a second, please!"

Emmet blinked, a bit confused, but approached Ingo. Ingo dug into his coat's pocket, before taking out an unused Pokéball. He took a step forward towards Emmet, before tapping his nose with the Pokéball.

Nothing happened.

Emmet froze for a moment, then laughed, Ingo laughing as well as he put the Pokéball back into his coat. Then, the twins turned to face Akari and Rei again, and Ingo continued speaking. "See? Not a Zoroark. If he was one, he would've gone inside the Pokéball, or there would at least have been some sort of related reaction."

After a moment of hesitation, Akari and Rei nodded, a bit amused as well.

"Well, that's that, then." Akari stated. Rei returned Pikachu to his Pokéball and stuffed it in his pocket. He turned his head in shame.

"I'm sorry, Ingo, Emmet.."

"It is okay!" Emmet assured Rei. He approached them, "Ingo told me you three were coming here to investigate a Space-Time Distortion that appeared in the Icelands." Emmet said, "I am verrry certain that that Distortion was me coming to Hisui, but if you would like to investigate anyways, we can go!"

Akari and Rei exchanged looks.

"Wait, you caused the distortion?" Akari asked, "How did you do that?"

"I got help from Dialga and Palkia." Emmet answered simply

Akari turned to Ingo, "Did he tell you this?"

"Indeed, he did. He is here to bring me to my origin world." Ingo nodded, before stopping to think. He raised his hand as a way to let the others know he was doing so. After a few moments, Ingo lowered his hand and nodded again, smiling.

"Do not worry, I am not going away forever. Change may happen, but I don't plan on leaving this place."

Akari hesitated, then nodded, "What about your jobs and all? And, you said change may happen, and all."

"That's what we're going to deal with after we investigate the Distortion." Ingo answered, then turning to Rei, "Rei, so far you have been an incredible Battlegrounds Manager. Would it be okay for you and Lady Zisu to take my place for a while?"

Rei's eyes sparkled, and he nodded swiftly, grinning, "Well, we'll have to ask Zisu, but if you ask me, I say of course! I'd love to!"

Ingo chuckled, "Thank you so much, Rei."

"No problem at all!" Rei replied

Akari smiled, then vocalized,

"Well, then let's go investigate the area regarding the distortion."

"Bravo! Excellent!" Ingo exclaimed, "Let us press forward, then!"

Emmet led the way to where the Distortion had been, and the other three began to follow. Rei and Akari spoke to each other in whispers.

"I want to trust them," Rei stated, "but how can we be so sure?"

Akari thought for a moment before speaking, "I understand your concern...while I believe Ingo and Emmet, I may speak to Dialga and Palkia, just in case; But I don't think Warden Ingo has poor judgment."

Rei smiled, and nodded, "You're right."

After a small amount of time had passed, the quartet arrived at where Akari's Arc Phone had marked the Distortion to be. It was gone by now, and as Emmet claimed, nothing interesting was to be seen. But Emmet thought he'd point a thing or two out.

"Look, follow me." He said. Akari, Rei, and Ingo seemed a bit confused, but followed anyway.

However, on their way to the area where Emmet had supposedly come from, the group was stopped in their tracks. They froze as they all heard a variety of strange sounds– a weird, but almost sing-song mutter, a whimsical, high-pitched cry, and a low, whisper-like noise.

Three figures approached the group, their details becoming observable as they stepped closer.

Three Pokémon; A Gardevior on the right, a Drifblim in the middle, and a Togekiss on the left.

But they were different. They were huge, towering over even Ingo and Emmet, and they had eyes of all red, staring daggers through the group.

"What…what is going on with these Pokémon?" Emmet stammered, "Why do they look like that?"

"They're known as 'Alpha Pokémon'. They're larger, stronger, and more aggressive versions of your average Pokémon." Ingo explained with his voice lowered, then carefully turning his head to Emmet, "These Pokémon aren't found around these parts, but either way, they're dangerous.."

"I don't think we should run.." Akari whispered, "There's four of us, surely we can take them on?"

"I suppose.." Ingo conveyed, "but we need a plan.."

Calculations and predictions flashed through Emmet's head. He was frozen for a moment, before he whispered.

"We can make teams of two." He exclaimed, "Ingo and I will take on the Gardevoir and Togekiss, and Akari and Rei can take on the Drifblim"

"That..that could work." Ingo responded, turning to Akari and Rei, "Akari, Rei, are you two okay with this?"

They nodded.

"Ingo," Emmet spoke to his brother, "we used to battle like this all the time. I am certain you will understand what I mean. How about you use Chandelure? Do you trust me?"

Ingo thought for a short moment, before smiling and nodding.

"Akari, Rei, Emmet and I will distract the Gardevoir and Togekiss." Ingo stated, "Get some distance away from us, but stay to where we can still see you, then take out that Drifblim…..ready..and.."

All four of them slowly and carefully gripped on one of their Pokéballs.

"Full speed ahead!!"

The Alpha Pokémon cried out, hearing the suddenly loud noise. Ingo and Emmet dived forward. Initially, all three Pokémon followed them, but Akari and Rei were able to get the Drifblim's attention, which then turned and chased them instead.

Akari sent out her Samurott, while Rei sent out his Pikachu. Smart choices; They'd both have a type advantage over the Drifloon.

And of course, Emmet sent out Eelektross while Ingo sent out Chandelure. Chandelure would have a type advantage over the Gardevoir, and Eelektross would have an advantage over the Togekiss.

Akari and Rei made an excellent duo; Although not always on the same page, they were quite good at communicating and strategizing.

Ingo and Emmet and their Pokémon were strong as well; Despite having just reunited over the span of around 5 years, their level of sync was definitely notable. However, it seemed like things were missing. Their communication was rusty.

"Eelektross, use Thunderbolt on that Togekiss!" Emmet commanded.

Eelektross hissed, bringing down a crack of lightning onto the enemy Togekiss. Emmet pumped a fist in the air regarding the victory, but his cool demeanor was almost immediately broken as he saw the Alpha Gardevoir about to hit Eelektross with an attack.

"Ingo!" Emmet called out to his brother, who shouted; "Chandelure, use Night Shade!"

Chandelure did as it was told, forming a dark aura around itself and focusing on Gardevoir, who was then captured within an aggressive, ghostly force, giving Eelektross the chance to dive out of the attack.

"Shoot! That was close!" Emmet announced, "Ingo, next time, use Shadow Ball!"

Ingo cringed a bit, "Oh, I was supposed to, wasn't I? The Gardevoir would be more susceptible to damage that way!"

"It is okay! We are relearning; I trust you!", Emmet exclaimed.

Ingo hesitated for just a second, feeling like perhaps he should object, but then he nodded, determined.

"Chandelure, use Shadow Ball, and Will-O-Wisp after!"

"Eelektross, Gastro Acid, then Discharge!"

Quickly, the twins seemed to recover, their battle style becoming just a bit more efficient. Regardless, their bonds regarding battle clearly never deteriorated over their time apart.

It made Emmet gleam with joy.

"Eelektross, Thunderbolt, now!" Emmet cried. Eelektross slithered out of the way, barely avoiding an incoming attack by the Togekiss, before the opponent was shocked by lightning.

"Chandelure, use Shadow Ball again!" Ingo ordered. Chandelure did as told, forming a dark aura and launching it at the Gardevoir.

Soon, both Alphas stumbled before retreating. In the corner of their eyes, the twins could see the Drifblim fleeing as well.

Ingo and Emmet glanced at each other, before whipping around to look for Akari and Rei, who ran up to them and cheered.

"We did it!" Akari exclaimed.

"You guys were amazing!" Rei added.

Ingo and Emmet smiled, exchanging glances, before looking back at the two others.

"We did do it!" Emmet replied, "Yup! Your combination is the best!"

"Super bravo! We all did incredible! That was an amazing battle! One of the best I've had here in Hisui!" Ingo conveyed, turning to Emmet, "Emmet, battling with you was excellent! Did we do that in our origin world?"

Emmet nodded, "We did. I am verrry glad you loved the battle. I did, too!"

Eelektross and Chandelure chirped and chatted towards their trainers, bumping them.

Ingo laughed, petting Chandelure. Emmet grinned and patted Eelektross as well.

"It seems Chandelure and Eelektross feel the same way!" Ingo stated.

"I am certain they do." Emmet responded, "Here, I have many potions with me. Let me heal everyone up."

Emmet took four pink bottles out of his coat and used them to heal the Pokémon.

"Woah…is that how potions look in the future?" Rei asked.

Emmet nodded.

"They do look awfully familiar..don't they, Ingo?" Akari added.

Ingo agreed, "Indeed, they do…"

Emmet brushed his coat off before sighing, "While the battle was fun, I am verrry sorry for the danger.." Emmet said.

"It's okay!" Akari assured, "According to my Arc Phone, the Distortion has been gone for a while; If there were any Alphas, those should've been the last of them."

"Even so, we're going together, right?" Rei beamed.

Ingo chuckled, "I agree! Nothing will stop this four-car train! Emmet, lead the way!"

Emmet paused, but nodded, his small smile growing wider. The group turned to where they had been going before, and ahead they went.

Emmet made his way to the center of where the Distortion had been, pointing at an obvious dent in the snow, followed by some footprints, some covered by snow.

"I was worried they would be covered by snow by now, but look; Here is your evidence that it was me that came through here. Even the shoe prints are the same, see?"

Emmet made a mark with his shoe in the snow beside one of the original ones, and it was indeed the exact same.

"That wasn't you, Ingo?" Rei asked.

Ingo shook his head, "I have not been in this area lately..I suppose that settles it, then! See? I knew it! We can trust Emmet!" Ingo exclaimed.

Emmet's smile widened

Then, Akari spoke, "But before we summon Dialga and Palkia or anything, we have to alert the two clans and the Galaxy Team. They'll need to know."

"You're right." Ingo replied, "How about you two go alert the Galaxy Team, maybe stop by the Diamond Clan on the way, and Emmet and I will make way for the Pearl Clan, and then the Diamond Clan as well."

Akari nodded, "Sounds good! Rei, let's go!"

Rei made a 'hup!' noise as he turned to follow Akari's quick pace. Ingo faced Emmet, who he noticed seemed anxious again.

"Ingo, what if…they do not allow me to take you home with me..?" Emmet muttered.

Ingo blinked. He didn't think Emmet would think that way, but after everything, it made at least some sense.

"I won't allow that. The Galaxy Team and the Clans have high regards for what I say, thankfully. I'm sure I will be able to sway them, should they need convincing." Ingo stated confidently.

Emmet smiled slightly, "Right. What is our first destination, then?"

"The Pearl Clan! They're the ones who took me in when I appeared here in Hisui."

"Let us make our way, then!"

"Full speed ahead!"

Eventually, Ingo and Emmet made it to the Pearl Settlement. As much anxiety as it gave the both of them, Ingo asked Emmet to hide behind one of the closer trees so Ingo could explain the situation before anyone could panic. Emmet was nervous, but nodded and did as he was asked.

Then, Ingo walked into the front of the Pearl Clan. Some members and Irida were there, looking very anxious, before one of the members spotted Ingo.

"Warden Ingo! There he is!" They announced. Irida snapped her gaze onto Ingo, before approaching him quickly.

"Oh, Warden Ingo, thank goodness you're safe!" She articulated, "One of our clan members came here in a panic saying that he thought he saw a Zoroak trying to imitate you! Are you alright?"

Ingo chuckled awkwardly. He understood the worry, but was getting concerned everyone would begin to think Emmet was a Zoroark.

"Well, about that.." Ingo replied, "I saw what they mentioned, and..no Zoroark!"

Irida blinked, a bit confused, "What exactly do you mean?"

"I just..have something very important to show you all, and I don't want any of you to panic. You know how I've been wanting to investigate my origins?"

"Alright.." Irida responded, "Yes, go ahead, then."

"Emmet!" Ingo called out to his twin, "Come on out!"

Emmet popped out from behind the tree, trying to seem confident as he approached Ingo's side. The Pearl Clan members and Irida gasped. Before anyone could panic, Ingo made sure to explain the situation as best he could. Thankfully, it seemed to calm them, at least a bit.

"So...that Distortion was caused by your brother coming here to look for you? And you want to go on a temporary trip with him to your origin world?"

"Yup!" Emmet answered. Ingo nodded.

"I see...it's a bit unexpected, but I suppose it makes sense. However I make no promises of anything; This is a complicated situation." Irida commented.

"I understand- but soon, I'm sure you'll understand what I mean." Ingo replied.

"Regardless…thank you for listening." Emmet spoke. Irida simply nodded in his direction, before turning back to Ingo.

"Well...I suppose the next best course of action would be to notify the Diamond Clan and the Galaxy Team, along with Lady Sneasler and Hectar, since you are their Warden and predecessor. There will be things we will need to discuss, if anything is to happen." Irida noted.

"The Galaxy Team and Diamond Clan are already being taken care of!" Emmet announced.

"Akari and Rei were with us when we were looking at the Distortion," Ingo explained, "they split off from us to go explain the situation to the Galaxy Team and maybe the Diamond Clan."

Irida nodded, "I see. That's good. Then we should alert Lady Sneasler and Hectar, and then make our way to the Diamond Settlement and then Jubilife Village."

"That would be verrry good!" Emmet replied.

"Yes, so let us go!" Ingo exclaimed, "Full steam ahead!"

As Ingo and Emmet walked away from the Pearl Clan, Irida glanced at the anxious Pearl Clan members. She smiled.

"Do not worry. Warden Ingo is very intelligent and intuitive."

Chapter 16 (part 2 of 2)

Chapter 17 (part 2 of 2)

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redr0sewrites · 8 months

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14, 23, 63 for the ask game!

AAA TYSM!!!! SOOO EXCITED AB THIS EHEHEH!!!! just fyi, these questions are from this post

14. (how do you write emotional scenes? do you ever feel what the characters feel? do you draw from personal experiences?)

when writing emotional things i often do use personal experience or my own feelings, but i also do try to put myself in others' shoes too! i consider myself to be pretty empathetic (to a fault sometimes), and writing too much emotional or negative content def has an effect on me. i always make sure to space out my emotional or angsty writing pieces, and overall it can be a bit challenging handling emotions in my writing!!! i def feel what the characters feel when im writing, esp when it comes to x reader fics cuz i want to make both the readers and the characters personalities as accurate as possible!!!

23. (Best writing advice for other writers?)

WRITE WHAT YOU ENJOY. im serious, if your forcing yourself to write for a fandom, character, or anything at all that you dont enjoy it will be so draining and exhausting!!! you also are NOT obligated to obey other peoples wishes when it comes to writing reqs, trust me when i say that no one else should dictate your writing or writing style. if someone doesn't like your writing, thats their problem and if people are continuously disobeying and disrespecting your requesting rules and guidelines it is VERY MUCH OK to simply not write their requests and to set that boundary. finally, never feel afraid to write or post something if it feels too "cringe" or bad, bc the more you write the more you improve!!! keeping all those ideas and creativity bottled up inside personally made me feel so misunderstood, and i felt like i had nobody who shared my interests. thats why i personally started writing fanfiction, to feel closer to my interests and share them with others!! (also coming from a fanfic writer + reader standpoint, make a masterlist PLEASE it makes finding your fics so much easier and link thirsts as well, not just fics! i see so many good writing blogs with incredible wips or thirsts or asks that i want to read, but have only like 2 fics actually on their masterlist and it takes FOREVER to scroll and find all the posts in the archives. i just find masterlists sm easier and more organized tbh!!!)

63. (something you hate to see in smut.)

THIS IS NOT MEANT TO BE OFFENSIVE OR TARGETED, JUST SOME THINGS I DONT LIEK!!! i do some of these in my own writing, dont feel bad if u do this stuff, its just my preference!!!!

now, starting off- when the story starts right in the middle of the smut with NO CLUE where the characters are, what position theyre in, whats going on, like the first sentence is like "i could feel my release building as (character) thrusted into me" HOW? WHERE? WHEN???? WHY????? WHATS GOING ON???? also, when the writer is describing a position or something but 2 paragraphs later the position seems completely different with no context whatsoever- like one second the characters hitting it from the back and the next theyre sloppily making out and rubbing their chests together??? when did they move???? also when theres like NO description at ALL ab the position, liek i NEED to know what im visualizing here😭😭😭 . an unnecessary amount of dialogue is also a no-no for me, like why yall having a discussion arent u fucking😭😭😭😭. AND FINALLY. THE BIGGEST PET PEEVE OF THEM ALL. WHEN ITS TAGGED AS GN BUT THEN THE ANATOMY IS DESCRIBED AS FEM OR MASC LIKE USING COCK OR G SPOT OR PROSTATE ITS SUPPOSED TO BE GN!!!! CAN ALSO BE WHEN ITS TAGGED MALE AND THEIRS FEM ANATOMY AND VICE VERSA, WRITERS PLSSS TAG UR SMUTS ACCORDINGLY I DONT WANT GENDER DYSPHORIA WHEN TRYING TO SIMPLY READ SMUT 💀💀💀

ANYWAYSSSSS TYSM FOR ASKING!!!! FEEL FREE TO SEND IN MORE, I LOVE THIS ASK GAME SM AJSJS

#writing reqs #writing community #writing #x reader

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its-afucking-mess · 2 years

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hope yall like kids because today's idea is working at a daycare!!!!

at first, thomas was kinda like "ehhhhhhhh", he wasnt the biggest fan of kids but he still smiled at them when they called his name and replied when they asked him questions

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so like, lets say u really like kids, cause i mean some are literal balls of sunshine and compliments and stupid moments. but u arent ready for ur own child and the responsibility of taking care of and raising a human, so u decide a private daycare is the best place for you to work at. plus, u used to be a kid in there, so it felt natural

over the time he came to pick u up from daycare for dates, or because he felt like it. he didnt mind the kids lunging at him when they saw him, not that much at least. it was cute that they liked him so much they wanted to hug him, he started to feel honoured.

it becomes standard practice for him to come by the daycare at least an hour before your shift ends so he can spend some time with the little girls that warmed up to him over the times he came to pick u up. and its fucking adorable ill tell u that

little demo/ actual fic part ig:

You hold the paper drawing close to your chest, hugging the little girl as she beamed with pride. "It is the best gift I've ever gotten. Thank you" you say, and she giggles in your embrace. She was used to giving you gifts, and her drawings were the thing you looked most forward to at the end of the day.

"No gift for me?" Thomas complains, and he crosses his arms across his chest, mock hurt. "I have an even better gift for you!!!" she all but squeals, and you can't begin to think what it could be.

The girl motions for Thomas to kneel down to her level, and he does just that, sitting on the soft carpet cross legged. The girl climbs on his lap and gives him a peck om the cheek, giggling as she pulls away from him.

Thomas seems in awe, and the cutest smile is etched on his face. "Are you sure I deserve it?" he asks, mouth fallen open. The girl seems very entertained, a satisfied smile on her face as she nods at Thomas. Your boyfriend smiles back at her, grabbing her little body and holding her high in the air, spinning her a couple times just as he knows she likes. The little girl is screaming with laughter and the same screech that made Thomas cringe less than two months ago now made the smile on his face brighter than the overhead lamps.

He sets her down, and she pulls him in a hug. It looks comical, their height difference has Thomas curled over in a ball so she can hug him. You can't help but beam at them.

You reflectively check the clock above their heads, and the time nears 5pm. "Ann, how about you go get your stuff ready? Mommy will be here any moment, and we have to tell her how good you've been today". She nods along and runs to the room with the little desks, gathering her stuff.

"Apologise"

Thomas looks at you confused. "You hated kids when I met you,". Thomas relaxes his shoulders, a breathy laugh leaving his throat. "Okay fine, you were right. Maybe not all kids are little shits that scream when you are trying to sleep on any means of transport"

You stiffle a laugh at his phrasing. "God, you make my job so much harder" you admit, and he furrows his brow, crossing his hands in front of his chest. "I thought I made it easier and more fun?". You eye him from your peripheral and his composure wavers. "All the girls I have after three are all on you! Always asking where you are because they want a hug or something"

Thomas sucks in an amused giggle. "Long gone are the hugs I used to get from them when the mum's dropped them off," you complain, and Thomas can't hold the amused chuckle.

"Oh, you want hugs too?" he asks, letting his arms drop to his side. "Well, you're just in luck, my arms are empty right now". You turn at Thomas, and he is inching closer, arms spread out. "Thomas wai-" you don't get a chance to finish your sentence before he's on you, holding you tight as you try to relax your hands.

"Thomas wait, god-" you say, hands holding on his hips hard when he moves to hug you from the back, pulling you off your feet. A surprised yelp leaves your mouth when he spins you both around, your hands holding his forearms where he is resting them, just a but lower than your shoulders.

You calm down from the surprise hug attack, but he attacks your neck next, leaving little pecks and kisses all over it. You try your hardest not to squeal too loud, even if his lips are tickling your neck. Little laughs drop from his mouth and hus breaths just make the tickling sensation worse. You try to free yourself from his embrace but his grip is strong, and you can't hold back the high pitched calls of his name as he continues to run his lips all over your neck, avoiding your thrashing hands expertly.

You aren't sure you can even form proper sentences. "Thomas, stop please, god, I have to talk to Annie's m-uh m," you try, and he pulls away with a giggle. You try to catch your breath before locking eyes with the mum in question.

"Shi- I mean, oops. I am so sorry, someone distracted me," you say, glaring daggers at your boyfriend. The mum doesn't seem too impressed, just busy on her phone.

"I'll get Ann, if you may stay with Tom for a second, I promise he's nice" you say and the mum dismisses you with a wave of her hand.

You shake your head as you go looking for Ann in the playground, smiling too wide at the redness Thomas made on your neck from his stubble.

#a mess of prompts #thomas raggi #thomas brainrot pretty much #dedicating to paula n foxy #whoo!#thomas raggi fanfiction #måneskin

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mcyt-sh1t · 3 years

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ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ -ᴘᴜɴᴢ

Words: 805

Not proofread

A/N: this was not requested but i just felt like writing a jealousy one. this is also my first punz one :] hopefully you will like it, and it fits his 'personality' and its not cringe ASF. anyway enjoy :]

summary: punz hears you and quackity *jokingly* flirt with each other while your playing minecraft. (you and punz have secretly been dating for the past 2 months, but you haven't told everyone yet, because you wanted at least a bit of privacy)

a bit of nsfw? not really though.

"wilbur? where do you think the diamonds are?," you ask getting bored of all the stone and dirt you kept on digging up.

"i don't know.. they should be here somewhere,"

"maybe we keep digging?," tommy says suggestively.

"no shit," you reply rolling your eyes.

alex and wilbur chuckle.

"AYOO GUYS"

"what?!"

"I FOUND THEM,"

"DIAMONDS? YOU DID?,"

"I think so! come here, quick!,"

all of their characters run over to where you are jumping up and down, pointing to the blocks behind you. they all stare at you and the blocks behind you. all of a sudden they all start laughing.

"WHAT? >:["

"tho-those aren't di-diamonds.." tommy says between breaths of laughter.

"WHAT? OF COURSE THEY ARE!" you say crossing your arms.

"Th-that's c-coal!" wilbur says laughing out loud.

"wha- oh yeah,"

they all laugh even harder.

"where's punz? wasn't he supposed to teach you?,"

"he's gone to shower," you say quickly trying not to draw attention to the fact that you were at his house playing minecraft on his pc(he let you) while luke was showering.

"oh okay.." alex says. "wait.. HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE'S FUCKING DOING- ARE YOU AT HIS HOUSE-,"

"uh.. maybe?,"

"WHY CAN'T YOU COME TO MY DAMN HOUSE WHILE I SHOWER?,"

"i've tried coming to meet you! it's just cause of all my stress from streaming and everything that i can't seem to find the time to come over," as you finished your sentence you heard luke get out of the bathroom, but you thought nothing of it.

"okay how about this. you come meet me in a week and we go out for coffee and talk about all our problems?,"

"sur-" you start as you look up behind you to see luke in just a towel glaring at you. you mute yourself so no one can hear you.

"soo, who's that?" luke says as he comes up to you.

"i- nothing. just alex being his natural flirty self- shit,"

"oh he was flirting with you now?," luke frowns looking at alex's character on his pc screen jumping up and down gently hitting your character.

"i- no," shit y/n. you should have kept your mouth shut. now your so in for it.. you think to yourself looking up innocently at luke.

"don't look all innocent now y/n," he growled at you.

"fine.. he asked me if i wanted to come meet up with him,"

"oh wow, i didn't know that you had plans to go and meet alex. i might as well join you haha."

"i'm being serious,"

"so you don't mind if i do this," he says quickly unmuting yourself and making everyone hear him: "alex," he said sternly.

"oh hi punz! what's up?"

"are any of you streaming?"

"no, why?,"

"right," he takes a deep breath before saying: "so you wouldn't mind if you could stop flirting with my girlfriend for me?"

"i- YOUR DATING-"

"HOW DID WE NOT KNOW THIS?"

"we wanted to keep it private for as long as we could.." you say relaxing your shoulders as if you had just let out a huge breath you didn't know you were holding.

"oh okay. makes sense. sorry punz," alex says.

"mhm. i get it," luke softly growls as he says bye to everyone and leaves the vc and the smp, turning back to face you.

"luke are you mad at me," you ask softly.

"no. no. not at you. just at.." he clenches his jaw not trying to finish his sentence.

"i'm sorry luke. i really am. he and i wanted to go meet up as friends. i didn't think of what you would think about it. i can totally cancel if you want me to-"

"oh no its fine. you can go," he says gritting his teeth.

"you sure?," you ask placing your hand on his cheek making him face you.

"i- i- yeah,"

"your blushing,"

"what- no i'm not!" (spoiler alert: he was, just doesn't like to admit it)

"look, i only want you okay?" you say coming closer to him gazing up at him.

"i know," he says gently kissing you. as the kiss starts getting deeper, yall start moving around the room, stumbling over things and eventually luke pushing you against his wall. as he breaks the kiss to say something, staying so close to you so that your murmuring into each other's mouths he says: "i love you y/n,"

"i love you too luke. only you,"

#punz x reader #punz x y/n #firstpunzpost #hope you enjoy #hehe this was fun #i'm so touch deprived someone help me #mcyt imagine #nsfw?

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a03-anxiousandafraid · 2 years

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Game Follow-Up

AAAYYYYYYYYYYY SO~

It’s been a hot minute but a while back I did a little game where I asked peeps to try and guess what IP inspired me as a child to go from drawing cause it’s fun to drawing almost non-stop like my life depended on it. Link to post as a refresher: https://a03-anxiousandafraid.tumblr.com/post/676274652464758784/game-time

WELL I’M FINALLY WRITING A FOLLOW UP!! This’ll be a bit of a tangent so if you’re curious to know the results and what I’ve learned from this experience please expand and enjoy ⬇

So I was quite surprised by yall’s responses! I had honestly thought someone would guess it first try within the first hour but the fact that that didn’t happen really made me realize how much we as artists don’t necessarily see our stylistic growth and improvements.

Some guesses included:

Owl House

Full Metal Alchemist

Ben 10

Cartoon Saloon

Avatar

90s Disney

Wild Kratts

Kim Possible

and my absolute favorite comment from Nendil: all I can conclude is "It's probably not anime"

So this spread alone had me super surprised! I wasn’t expecting so many western media guesses, but as I reflected on this it actually makes a lot of sense. This pivotal moment in my life where drawing became a consistent hobby happened when I was in the 3th grade, so fairly young. Since then, I’ve gone to college to learn Animation (studying in the U.S.) and am now two months shy of being in the field for 4 years, two of which I spent working in television.

I had to offer up a hint to get people in the right direction ("I'm legit super honored yall think I have a Western style cause it means college did more for me than I thought it had”) and after said comment I had some people admit they were just guesses off the top of their head rather than based on my linework. (No shade at any of yall or at Eastern styles cause both you and said art is wonderful- I just have a hard time looking at my art and seeing improvement so it’s an hour to know I’ve grown since my middle school anime fanart days).

SO! WHAT WAS THE IP???

It was Naruto. 😂😭😅

I remember the day it premiered on Toonami. My sibling dragged me from the dinner table to watch this “new cartoon” that was “so different from everything else we watch” and honestly it was the most inspiring thing my angsty 5th grader brain could possibly comprehend. I drew Naruto fanart like my life depended on it. Literally non-stop filled sketchbooks with cringe ninja content and even made my own OC. It was my middle school obsession and even after becoming a closet anime nerd in high school, I would still follow the manga updates online and draw fanart in my sketchbooks when nobody was around to judge me.

I honestly didn’t think of pursuing animation as a career until my senior year of HS. Shippuden wrapped beginning of my freshman year at college and then I was smack front and center into the world of “you live in the US so you cannot be successful with an ‘anime’ style.” This is obviously some BS but it was said in my ears on repeat for so long that I actively tried to draw differently and that... felt like a disaster. The more I got into my major, the less I drew (ironic). I had two professors (wonderful people) who were from the Disney Traditionalist era that I wanted very badly to impress. The more I learned about animation and how animators draw, the more stress I felt trying to draw anything for fun. My style was changing even without much drawing and for quite a while it was discouraging in the most confusing way possible.

It’s funny though... drawing now, even after everything, I still see stylistic decisions and linework resembling my pre-college era. If I’m sketching and being quick, it’s really apparent to me in things like the eyes and mouths. So for people to not call that out was intriguing. I’ve been trained to produce media under the western umbrella and YOU clearly see that instead of the deeply rooted cringe origins that taunt me with every stroke.

It’s fascinating. I still have a long way to go when it comes to digital art (I’m still very clumsy with it and don’t spend enough time learning to render), but yall made me realize I’ve at least come farther than I’ve given myself credit for. And for that, I’m grateful.

I’ll also be posting art for itcantbe, the winner of this fun experiment, as soon as I stop going overboard with it because I’m having too much fun with her request! :) Thank you to everyone who participated! <3

#game followup #guess my inspiration results #i am cringe #but i am free #thank you to everyone who participated!#This was a lot of fun and really interesting to see play out #if I do something like this again I'll try to let it last longer so more people have a chance #just rambling

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pjisskullourful · 3 years

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YA FUCKING DID IT! THE TORCHIOES PULLED THROUGH FOR ME! thankyall cos i did indeed put my entire vagina into writing that bratfilth for yall & now yall can have a preview of the 1st scene of triple shot(the promised 3some wit ethan& vic)

--- unproofread! ---

“...and some caramel sauce, but can you make sure that gets drizzled on the inside of the cup please?”

You paused from hitting the button on the touchscreen to add this ingredient to the order and you looked up at the blonde woman standing on the other side of the counter. She visibly cringed, her pretty face twisting into a grimace and it looked like she wanted to walk away. “I know, it’s so extra. But it’s not for me, it’s for my friend and he is-...”

“Wait, is it Ethan?” You asked, smiling.

“Yeah, but how did you know that? I swear I hadn’t said his name yet…”

You laughed, shrugging this off. “He lives next door, we see him literally every day, sometimes multiple times a day. He’s so nice and you always remember the nice ones and their orders.”

You were grinning as you checked over the requested drink, it looked exactly as it should - a white mocha with a triple shot of espresso (there wasn’t any button on the computer to indicate his preference for two shots to go on the top with the last one separated to the bottom of the cup, but you had made the specific drink so many times that it would be impossible to forget), made with almond milk, served extra hot and with the caramel drizzle on the inside of the cup, not just added to the top of the drink. You didn’t divulge to his friend that you had this order memorised because, ever since the first second you had seen him walking into the café, you had felt a deep need to impress him. She didn’t need to know that you always remembered serving him because he was the highlight of each day.

“Hang on, I’m gonna draw a dick on his cup.” You grabbed the cup sleeve, applying the marker to the cardboard. “And what can I get for you, hun?”

“Just a caffe latte.”

You had this added to the order with one tap of your finger. “What name can I put that under?”

“Victoria.”

You grabbed a second coffee cup sleeve, scribbling her name down as you wondered why you hadn’t seen her in here before. In the six months that Ethan had been living in the apartment building directly next to the coffee shop, he had never been accompanied by anyone during his extremely regular visits. You were certain that you would have remembered Victoria, she was effortlessly stylish in her red flannel shirt, smokey blacks and grey pigments applied around her eyes to bring out their natural blue all the more.

“I’ll get started on those for you right now.”

Before you could stop yourself, you were dotting the I’s in her name with two love hearts - a completely unnecessary flair that you didn’t typically add to a customer's cup. Some of the other baristas had to apply extra focus when they were making Ethan’s drink, the method not coming as naturally to them as other standard orders. But it had become automatic to you, just like fixing the locks into place on the back door when you were the last to leave at night.

And so your mind wandered, not too far - over to where Victoria was standing, looking at the display shelves of prepackaged gift boxes. You instantly wanted to know more about her, your eyes darting up whenever possible, greedily drinking in the details of her outfit and all of the antique-style jewellery she wore. Who was she thinking of as she considered the different selections of boxes? Surely, a partner, there was no chance of someone as attractive as her being single. She would be sharing those chocolates with a boyfriend, or burning the artisan scented candles in anticipation of a visit from her girlfriend.

“Victoria?” You called out and she looked up, instantly showing you a wide smile.

She reached out for the two drinks. “Thanks. I was gonna ask if you wanted me to say hi or anything to Ethan, but I feel like this lovely drawing says it all…” She said of the quick cartoon cock you had drawn.

You felt your cheeks heating. “Yeah, don’t worry- he’ll know what it means.”

“Awesome. See ya later.”

You spent too long watching her leave, your eyes taking in the sight of her tight black jeans, going down to the rainbow shoelaces that decorated her Doc Martens. By the time you came back to Earth, the next customer at the front of the line was looking at you impatiently, arms folded over their chest.

“Hi, what can I get ya?”

#fic preview

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undermattsun-archive · 3 years

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japan national team x reader | w.c 1.3k

a/n: omg guys here’s the super cute epic collab fic i made w all my frieednsies <33 we all worked superrrr hard on this so pls don’t be mean!!!!!!!!! pls enjoy its xoxox and don’t forget to follow everyone here on this kidnapped by hq collab <33333333333

warnings: not proofread bc who does that xD (guys pls free me from this hell i’m in so much pain i didn’t even look at this i skimmed over it i left it as is, gg)

Read this while lsitening to the best song evar!!!!!!!!!!!1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_cXhBy78T4&ab_channel=JonasBrothers if you dont listen whil reading ill eat ur family MONCH MONCH MONCH

i go dwnstars, yelling ‘by mum!’ bfor laceing up my wite convrrse hightops (NOT blck becauz u cant sharpi on it) wth 1d lyrics scribbled on it. i rmb to draw a directioner infinite sign on mywrist. perfect, i think to mysdlf.

I never thot i would get to go to the olympics all the way on the other side of the planet in toky o japan! It was a dream come true for a simple, average, run of the mill girrl like me, who is 5’7 with naturally wavy hair, that’s not curly or strait and eyes as blue as the dark blue part of the ocean.

I been dreaming of the olypoics since fetus. I just knew I had to be here, but I never thought it would actually happen. The only thing that would make it better is if I had a smezxy smexy boyfrwend! (A/n: Tee-hee! Maybe even two! (Or five! <333) haha! Aren’t I so quirky? <3)

I’m Wearing A Mint Green Crop Top That Ties In The Front And Some Denim Shorts With Black Converse. I Don’t Need Makeup Because My Skin Is Naturally Smooth And Clear And My Lips Are Already Red #wokeuplikethis And I Listened Only To MCR And P!ATD On The Plane Ride. I Bet You Dont Know Who They Are, THey’re My Favorite Banxds And Are Super GOod And Like Underground Bands. (A/n: Okay But If You Don’t LIke Welcome TO THe BLack Parade GTFO Of My FIc I Don’t Need YOu Here xoxo)

ok so like,, im on my way to the olympics but then like, i get kidnapped !!! the car i was in was like super expensive and i cant see anything with the blindfold on. i hear voices of men all around me though, for like, a whole 30 minutes before they bring me somewhere and tie me up? "Take Her BLindfold off," one of them say, i hear. and im so nervous. but it's like a dream when they tug my blindfold off and im met with the prettiest emerald orbs ever looking back at me.

my stomach knotted in fear (more like an angry swarm of butterflies fluttering around ) i feel like screaming or squealing or both bc those eyes belong to someone so gorgeous . even more gorgeous than harry styles. hes like a god. i woukd so worship his foot. or something. (squee omg i can’t believe this is happening. i bet you wish that it was you huh?)

bro who tf has emerald orbs green eyes im blanking rn

^ yo i was gonna ask i cannot for the life of me remember who

his #afff14 sppheres peered into my soul i really just felt seen. i took a deep breath before fainting he was just so pretty. *one hours later* i woke upa nd saw the pretty viridescent peepers staring into mine. like he was literally two inches away from my face omg i could feel his minty breath on my lips it smelled so good.

“My name is atsumu miya,” he said gruffly, the gruffness in his voice so gravely. “And me and me mates here think yer the most gorgeous girl weve ever seen. I blink up at him, orbs gleaming amd full of tears.

“What do u mean, i’m just a normal quirky girl?” I say shakely, biting my lip. I bit my lip as the piss blond man spoke.

“You don’t know ur beautiful.” YOUR INSECURE DONT KNOW WHAT FOR YOUR TURNING HEADS WHEN YOU WAlk THROUGH THE DO OO OOOOOR

“U may be a normal quirky girl but ur OUR nroaml quirky girl now” his friend said with a deep voice. It was so deep that i almost thot it was like the ocean, he had curly balck hair and his eye were sooo mysterious (a/n i loooove sakusa i can’t believe him and his friends kindapped me omgggg XD)

“Stop it go away” osamu said (hee hee i can never remmber tell which twin is which LOL i think its osamuuu) “no u have to share” sakusa responded angrily. I starred at them and didn’t know what theyd do next!

I looked over to he side ans see sakura pulling out hand sanitizer passing it around to his teamates. The green orbed boys huff as they put it on. i wished i could see his whole face hes so sedy, look over here pretty girl, i gasp pulled from my thoughts by their captain kita walking into the room with his hands on his hips and was theat aran? “You look even better in peroiusn” aran said to me, walking over to me “how do you know who i am?” i ask.

“listen bbygurl...” he yealls, pulling out a chair to sit acros from me. “you dont get to ask the questions, we are your new masters, and you shall do as we say.” i gulp nervously, my stomach feeling like a sharkndao is happening inside. “we hope u will be worth every penny we payed foru.”

“M-m-m-masters?” my head felt like it was spinning in a teacup from disney land as i thought about what he just said to me. what did this mean? was i gooing to miss the olympics?? I wanted ot hate him with his super smug look on his face but i cant deny that he looks kind of hot and i’m into guys who look just like him,, the other guys r also relly attractive it makes my heart race. I look around trying to find answers when i make eye contact w a really really reall y tall guy who i thinks name is gao only to see another really really relly tall guy next to him,, hyakuzawa?

“what are yo going to do to me then?” ((*lenny face))

you ask, stomach bubbling. maybe i shoudnt have ateen that stale pizza earlier and washed it down with watermelon-lemon minute maid because now i felt like it was gonna come up. ((ew gross um tw vomit mention hehe)

“Dont worry were going to grab seme din din soon lil one,” one of them says. His name espapes me. Hes a ginger. They wont answer me for some reason and i suddenly miss my freedom when i would go to school (i go to an expesive private school for rich kids ahahah).

“WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH ME??” i yell again batting my fists against the ginger but he doesnt even blink. Ive decided hes hot but in a short king kinda way. His hair reminded me of of like cheeto coloured fine thread woven into waves.,,, like the ocean xD (ans...this has an ocean theme)

sudenly there was another voice it was yalling “BOKE HINATA BOKER” i looked with my stricking dark blue orbs and there wasd inother pair of stricking dark blueor bs like the ocean and blck hair. his voicde was veryy deelp an sexxcy (a/n lololol i luv u gakeyama kun *w*)

theres suddenly a loud voice in ur ear screaming directly into ur eardrum " BAKA KAGYEAMA BAKA" (wtf our they communicating ???? ? ) i cringe at the yellign and another pair of strong arms bulls me away . i land against a hard, solid chest, i can feel the six pack thru his track Suit.

and then my alarm clock playin what makes u beatyful goes off n i woke up.

amen.

i rub my eyes wakng up, starrn into the mirror at my super borng brwn ugly eyes and brsh my equaly borng brwn hair. i lok up at m wall and see harey stylz and niallr starinf back at me on t walls. i sigh dreamily. they wud twll me my brwn uairs beatufil.

#i'm gonna kermit #my eyes hurt #my brain is dying #where am i #kidnapped by hq #tw wattpad

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staycult · 4 years

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highschool!jisung as your boyfriend

pairing — gender neutral reader x jisung

genre — fluff / bullet scenario / friends to lovers

word count — 1.6k

enjoy!

u and jisung had been friends for quite some time now

ever since highschool started probably

u guys were in the same friend group

you were always with him during lunch

and u guys go home together bcs ure practically neighbors

“[y/n]! smile!” he said as he pulled out his favored polaroid camera

as you were about to turn your head around you heard a loud click, coming from the camera

a flash of light blinded your eyes

so you tried to cover it

“hey! i wasnt ready!” you pouted, giving jisung a light slap in the arm

he stuck his tongue out to mock your reaction and pulled out the film from his camera

“you look ugly” jisung snorted, fanning the film

“shut up and start moving!” you rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand to make him walk faster

bcs guys were about to go home

“do you want to stop by at the park first?” jisung offered

ofc u cant resist him

his presence always make u feel at ease

“buy me ice cream then let’s go” you bargained, earning an eye roll from him

“Two ice cream cones please!” you requested, giving the money to the cashier. you tapped your finger on the cold surface while your other armed propped your chin. jisung on the other hand was shuffling through his notebook filled with polaroid pictures that he took with your friends.

“stop staring at my pictures, ji” you laughed while grabbing your cone from the man in front of you and giving the other cone to jisung. “keep staring and you’ll fall for me” you added as you licked your ice cream. he clicked his teeth, “ew, you wish”

both you and jisung walked around the park, still in your school uniforms. the park is the place where you and your friends hang around when you guys have time. the slide and the swing are your most favorite part.

you sat down in the swing and tapped the other seat to motion jisung to sit down as well. “look, the sun is setting!” you pointed as you finished your cone. you looked over to jisung who was his camera pointed at you for the nth time. but this time, you managed to strike a pose in front of his polaroid camera. his cheeks can be seen from behind, obviously smiling at the sight.

days went by

you and jisung had been hanging out in the park swing almost every day

just the both of you

watching the sunsets and taking pictures

you noticed that he only takes random pictures of you but when youre with friends, they need to ask first before jisung would take a picture

he claims that your face is funnier with stolen shots

ofc u believed him

he is your best friend after all

the school year is about to end

and your music and arts teacher is talking about your final project

which was to write a song or poem, draw a portrait or make a poster

with a special meaning behind it

you almost ripped your hair out of frustration when you tried to compose a song or draw

so u went for a simple poster

you and your friends were comparing your final outputs in the cafeteria

“come on, show us yours!” your friends encouraged you

“ahh, it’s really ugly im not even good at these kinds of shit!” you cursed, showing it to them anyway

“seriously? it’s good! youre like jisung. god, both of you say you did bad but it’s not!” you friend said while eyeing your poster

“really? jisung i want to see yours!” you said while grabbing some of your friend’s food

“no” he said, sticking a tongue out to mock you

“why not?” you replied while pouting

both of you bickered for atleast 3 minutes

saying lots of ‘no’s’ and ‘why not’s’

he had enough of your shit

and pulled you out of the cafeteria

holding his notebook, backpack and a ukelele

jisung was grabbing you by your wrist until you arrived at the school’s rooftop. you didn't have the time to respond at his sudden action.

“ouch! what was that about?” you said once he lets go of your wrist. “you want me to show you my output right? well here it is. listen.”

you were taken aback by his words, did he really get annoyed by your previous bickering? and why are we on a roof top anyway????

jisung grabbed his ukelele and opened his notebook, which was filled with polaroid pictures of you that was taken over the school year and years before that.

“it’s called hello stranger,” he spoke and started strumming on his ukelele

“The moment I felt like our eyes met

my body moved all on its own

Movin’, movin’, movin’, movin’, movin’

The closer we get the more I think

about what it is I’m feeling

My mind is filled with question marks

I can’t see anyone

around us anymore, you’re just growing more clear

Everything on this road

is blurred and faded out except for you

I’m filled with nothing but curiosity about who you may be

It’s like I’m approaching you drawn by something I can’t even know

I won’t beat around the bush, my subconscious is pushing straight forward

having me walk as it pleases without a single thought

Ah, a new wind is blowing

Where could it have come from?

It’s strange, but it’s not cold

Before I know it my feet are moving, following the wind

I take my hands out of my pockets

Hello Stranger, I keep being drawn to you

Growing closer

to you without a single thought

I’m curious, more and more and more as time passes,

why am I like this? Who are you to do this to me?

Stranger

Nana nanana nana

Closer

Hello Stranger, who are you to do this to me?

I can see in you the things that I myself am lacking

I try yelling out to you the things I had just yelled into empty space

The things I didn’t have, that I was missing before I met you,

all of these feelings, every moment

my mind is filled with exclamation points

I can’t see anyone

around us anymore, you’re just growing more clear

Everything on this road

is blurred and faded out except for you

Something’s different about you, but I’m not sure what

I think the light approaching me now must be you

Even if I look away I can still see your afterimage,

you never leave my sight, who are you to do this to me?

Ah, my feet are moving, following this new wind

I take my hands out of my pockets

Hello Stranger, I keep being drawn to you

Growing closer

to you without a single thought

I’m curious, more and more and more as time passes,

why am I like this? Who are you to do this to me?

i love you”

it’s been weeks since you and jisung last spoke and since his sudden confession

you were about to tell him how you felt, too

how he makes you happy these past few days

to the point where you were falling for him too

but he ignored you

was it because he felt awkward?

or scared?

confusion was taking over you

and you know damn well youre gonna have to take measures into your own hands

so you came up with a plan to atleast get him to talk to you

“come on! just say i wont be there” you begged your friend. “fine. so roof top it is?” you squealed and gave your friend a hug. plan was to make your friends invite jisung at the same place he confessed on only to see youre the only one there

you grabbed your backpack since you had a vacant class and went to the rooftop to prepare. you knew jisung had a vacant class too, so you were hopeful he’s going to drop by.

“hi, i like you too” you practiced “no, too awkward” you ran your hands through your hair in frustration. “hey jisung! will you vincent van gogh out with me?” you repeated with hand motions this time. “god no” you mentally slapped yourself because of the cringe

“jisung, i like yo-” you repeated. you felt someone hug you from behind, “you do?” his husky voice sent shivers down to your spine as he hugged you even tighter.

“i-i do” you admitted, removing his arms so you can face him properly. “i really really do, i cant stand you not talking to me.” you burried your head to the crook of his neck.

“im sorry, baby. i didnt know how to handle rejection yet” he let out a low laugh, earning a laugh from you too. he snaked his arms around you and swayed you back and forth. humming the tune of the song he composed.

“youre mine now, are you?” he spoke, kissing your forehead as you gave him a nod.

bf jisung would mean

A VERY PLAYFUL RELATIONSHIP

SERIOUSLY

the confession may be soft and cuddly

but after like 2 days

yall are like best friends again

but with a mixture of sweetness

things never really changed

but you were still glad

love letters and songs !!!!!

lots and lots of kisses

cheek, forehead, chin, shoulder kisses

you name it

he would gently cup your face while doing so

he likes teasing you

but u tease him back

ends up with him being all pouty

will help u out with homework

ice cream and park swing dates

would literally take polaroid pictures of both of you

the ones he took before yall got together is displayed in his room

on the back of his phone

and the rest, he keeps it in his notebook

which was filled with songs about you

will sing you to sleep

will hold your hand literally every where

“baby, im the luckiest to have you”

author's note —

just imagine it's the slow version of hello stranger ok ALSO i want jisung to be my bf like ??

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kzuhadovey · 3 years

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omg please i beg of you a part 2 of I Love You w Atsumu the amount of times I read it because it was so heart breaking yet just the right amount of yearning of that makes sense. I absolutely loved it 😍

I’m stupid for loving you... aren’t I?

character: miya atsumu x reader

type: angst??? fluff???

warnings: -

song rec: mr loverman - ricky montgomery

click this to read part 1!!

ahhh hello anon!! this is my first ever request, i’m so excited!! this took rlly long for some reason, i’m so scared to disappoint yall with this 😭😭 well here you go, a part 2 to i love you :)

You were doing fairly great after the incident. Life was peaceful, your grades were skyrocketing, you quit the volleyball team and chose to pursue fashion design- life was good. You graduated Inarizaki as one of the best students in your class and first place in the 49th Japan Fashion Design Contest. You could almost remember the feeling of graduating, on stage, receiving your diploma, being cheered on by your friends and family, with a particular blonde boy eye-ing you with adoring eyes.

The after-party was hectic, never-ending drinks, maybe a make-out or two, but overall, you were ecstatic. An interesting thing that happened during the party, was your interaction with Miya Atsumu. He was still as lively as ever, a bright smile on his face wherever he was. Once he saw you that night, a drink in hand and your arm over your friend’s shoulder, a small smile popped on his face. He went still for a second as all the memories rushed back and you spun around. You were sweaty and drunk, but in his eyes, you looked heavenly. You remember glancing at his eyes for a second, he still had that same honey-toned eyes, a slight lovey-dovey look in his eyes. That was the only interaction you had for the night, and what you thought was for the rest of your life. Or so you’d thought.

Life was pretty much hectic after graduation. College, then joining one of the most successful fashion designers, to actually having your own brand. Who knew design could be so stressful? You slump down in your office only to be greeted by more piles of fabric and paperwork. Another load of presentations to investors and other businesses- yet your company seemed to be going nowhere. “Excuse me, your 4 o’clock meeting is here.” Your assistant suddenly says, making you flinch. “Geez- at least knock first.” You say, standing up and fixing your outfit. This client was particularly important to your brand- they had asked for a possibility of sponsorship. It would be groundbreaking to collab with them- a grade-a sports team would be amazing to collab with. You just weren’t expecting for him to be here.

“Good afternoon, Mister… Shugo?” You say, looking down at a clipboard with all your materials. Shugo was a familiar name- you’ve probably heard it somewhere on the radio. “Y/N?- I-it’s you.” The man says, standing up. You freeze. You knew that voice- it’s gotten much deeper though. His tone is laced with curiosity- it almost felt like a dream. You look up to be met by him. His honey blonde hair was slicked to the side better, a hint of softness in his brown eyes. “Atsumu?” You mutter unknowingly. A sense of nostalgia hit you as your eyes scanned him. He looks older- and he’s surely gotten buffer. It felt like a dream, really. To see your high school crush almost more than 5 years apart. Then it came back. The sequence of events that happened leading up to the fight. It still hurt, of course, but not as much. I suppose you’ve gotten over it. You snap back into reality when Atsumu coughs awkwardly. “I’m supposed to meet- Shugo. Shugo Meian. Wh- what are you doing here?” You mutter out. “Shugo sent me. I didn’t know- this was your company.” Atsumu says, tucking his hands in his pocket with a small smile. He was still as smug as ever. You nod hesitantly- you had to give him the benefit of the doubt though. “Take a seat, Mr. Miya. We should start talking about the offer.” You say, pointing to the sofa behind him. He nods, giving you a small smile. Gosh- his smile was just as captivating as it did in high school. You feel yourself getting uncomfortable from your own thoughts- after all, you were over him. Right?

“Thank you so much for this opportunity, Mister Miya.” You say, bowing. After around an hour of deliberating and talking, you ended up with a beneficial deal for both of you. Of course, despite your troubles, you stayed professional. It was slightly amusing how Atsumu’s eyes would linger on you- admiring your figure more than a mere business partner would. “I look forward to working with you, Y/N,” Atsumu says, smiling widely. “Hey- uh- do you miss… Suna? and Osamu?” Atsumu asks, a bit hesitant. He’s not sure whether you’d like that because of the incident- but your eyes light up in excitement. “Well, a bit,” That was an understatement, of course. “I assume Osamu became a chef like he always wanted?” You ask curiously. You recall Osamu sharing his dreams of being a chef at lunch, a bright smile on his face every time he thought of it. Atsumu nods and you sigh in relief. “Well- you should catch up with us! Osamu’s finally coming back to town.” Atsumu says- which caught you off guard. Of course, you missed them a lot, but- it would bring back a lot of unpleasant memories. Eh, whatever. Seeing them for a bit wouldn’t hurt. “I mean- sure- but-” “Great! Here’s my number.” Atsumu says, scribbling down his number on a random card. “S-Shugo's number is on there as well- by the way,” Atsumu says, chuckling awkwardly. You nod, taking the card. Would you regret this? I dunno.

That day, you ended up in one of the fanciest nightclubs in town, Energize. It was pretty popular amongst rich people and Atsumu had volunteered to pay for everything anyway. You were seated in a booth, quietly waiting for your ex-teammates. Your heart was beating in anticipation- would they look different? You were sure Osamu still had his signature gray hair and Suna’s soft floofy brown hair. Your main concern was if they would show up or not. It was 15 minutes over what time they agreed, and you were getting hesitant. Was this a mistake? Your mind flashed back to the pile of paperwork and you sighed. You took out your phone, checking your texts.

Y/N This is Atsumu Miya, I presume? Atsumu - High School Y/N!! you texted !! Y/N ヽ(￣▽￣)ノ Are we still meeting up tonight? Atsumu - High School yeah yeah ofc !! suna and osamu already said yes :) Y/N I’m excited to meet them :DD Atsumu - High School they’re excited to meet you too btw u don’t have to be that formal with me lol Y/N Ah, no worries. I like being formal. Where are we meeting up? Atsumu - High School Energize, 8 pm tonight don’t be late :DD Y/N I’ll be there.

You cringed at some particular parts of your conversations- had you always been this dry? You huff as you look around further, looking for a huddle of boys. There’s no one in sight that looks like them- and with that, you roll your eyes. It was an empty promise anyways- he never meant anything he said anyway. You stuff your phone into your pocket and head off before- you heard something. “Oi Tsumu, where the hell are they? We’ve been looking for them all over the place!” A voice says- Osamu. You would recognize that voice everywhere- were they really that blind? You turn around before being greeted by 3 males, one of them being Atsumu. “Y/N? Is that you?”

The air felt awkward yet soft as you fiddled with your nails. Atsumu had rented out a private booth for the 4 of you, blocking out all the noise and music. You leaned back on your chair, trying to observe your friends. Osamu had darker hair now- with fluffed-up ends. Suna, on the other hand, still has his signature fluffy brown hair, it just has more volume in it. “Osamu, you’re a chef, Atsumu tells me?” You finally speak up, the silence getting overbearing. Osamu’s eyes light up and he puts on a small smile. “Yeah. Osamu’s Onigiris- Doesn’t it sound nice?” Osamu asks excitedly and you nod. “I’m happy for you, Samu.” You slightly cringe- it was too soon to use that nickname. “What about you? What did you end up… becoming?” Suna asks, leaning on his elbow. “I’m a designer now. I own a company- it’s pretty small though.” You say, chuckling. “I knew it. You’ve always been good at drawing and design and… stuff.” Osamu says, a proud smile on his face. You felt a bit comforted by them, a sense of happiness. It felt nice- just to escape reality for a moment and be with your old friends. Atsumu, however, felt a little different. His heart was beating quicker by the second, and you could swear you saw him blush when he saw you. You could say that he was crushing on you.

The loud music was deafening as you made your way through the crowd, hanging on Suna’s shoulder. Everything felt vibrant as you looked around- people dancing, making out, and having fun. It’s been a long time ever since you loosened up and had fun so this was great. Osamu was laughing his head off about something and Atsumu was blabbering about how he was plucking girls from all over the country. After that awkward encounter, Atsumu had volunteered for heavy drinks and well, this was the outcome. “Mmmh- I think I need another drink,” Osamu says, pointing to some chairs. “Yes. Let’s get a few shots- then go home- because I feel like throwing up.” Suna says, a slight smirk playing on his face. “Mister bartender! 4 shots of vodka please!” Atsumu shouts as you all slump against the table. “Yo, Y/N, question… are you single?” Osamu asks as the shots arrive. You nod your head. Your love life so far has been a little boring… just a few hook-ups and dates along the way but no one really stuck. “Ah, you’re the same with Tsumu then!” Osamu says, giggling. Atsumu rolls his eyes and downs the shot in an attempt to push out what Osamu just said. “I mean- ever since you broke up with him, his girlfriend literally broke up with him too- and he never got over you- aFTER 6 YEARS!” Osamu says, chuckling. Atsumu nearly choked on his drink as he processed what Osamu just said- “Excuse me?” You questioned, glaring at Osamu. It takes Osamu a big fat second to realize what he said before a light blush colored his cheeks. “Hey, Suna! Didn’t you say you wanted to check out the toilet earlier?-” Osamu asks suddenly, standing up and picking Suna up by the hoodie. “Wait what?-”

“That was an interesting comment… wasn’t it, Atsumu?” You muttered, downing your shot. Atsumu shoots you a small glare before his cheeks flare in embarrassment. “I mean- Osamu is- a bit correct- I’m still single- but- that wasn’t true, I’m over you- pfft-” Atsumu said, giggling nervously. You chuckled because you’ve noticed that he’s grown more transparent over the years- you can see by the tone of his voice. “Are you sure, Tsumu?” You ask teasingly, leaning in slowly. Atsumu’s eyes widen before downing the rest of his shot. “Y-yes- I’m sure- of course-” Atsumu stutters, a light pink blush on his cheeks. You could just remember that Atsumu did the same thing to you, in high school. The way he made you flutter and smile joyfully- it was amusing. “I’m joking, Atsumu.” You said, giggling as you saw his flustered reaction. “Mmmm- I feel sleepy.” You said as your eyelids feel heavier. “Would you like to go home?” Atsumu asks, fixing your hair a little. He’s grown softer over the years, definitely. Honestly, at first, you’d be very mad at Atsumu if you weren’t drunk, but you were tired. It had been a long day- a small ride home would be okay, right?

“I’m sorry I ended up dragging you to my house.” You said softly, turning on the lights as you stumble into the apartment. Wasted, was the only thing that was right to describe you. Atsumu was right behind you, hoisting your arm up even though he was drunk himself. “No worries Y/N. I wouldn’t want you to stumble over and hit yourself.” Atsumu says as you lay down on the sofa. “Do you want me to get you a cup of water? Some meds, or anything?” Atsumu asks, observing you. You shake your head softly, yawning. “I’ll get you some food, wait here a second,” Atsumu says, standing up. Your head feels heavy against the cushions of the couch- and you feel worn out and tired. “Here you go- some bread, and meds- to avoid headaches,” Atsumu mutters, handing you a pill and a plate of chocolate bread. “Thank you, Tsumu.” You say, starting to eat up the bread. Atsumu’s heart fluttered at your nickname, a visible blush on his cheeks. “Hey, Tsumu, was Osamu really telling the truth? Back at the bar?” You ask softly. You’re currently leaning against Atsumu’s arm, him visibly flustering around your touch. He was definitely caught off guard by your question- a light blush coloring his cheeks. “Yeah. Sure. I guess you could say he was telling the truth.” He chuckles, hoping you wouldn’t kick him off the couch. “Why?” was the only thing you could say. He sighed softly, sitting you up- a serious conversation, you noted. “I mean… somedays, I just remember how I treated you like shit. How I used you for my own benefit- it’s funny, really, how my feelings have grown over the years. I remember that day, the day you snapped- I was okay with it at first- I saw you as merely a game- but sooner or later I missed you- I missed the way you’d laugh at my cringy jokes, the way you attended every practice I had.” Atsumu mutters, looking down. His tears are threatening to spill and he lets out a breathy chuckle. And it’s so stupid because you can’t love me back. Not after the way, I hurt you and the way you ran off like that- I’m so stupid for loving you… aren’t I?” Atsumu asks. He looks up at you, a small smile playing on his face and he’s on the brink of tears. Back then, he could lie to you so easily- it was as if your feelings didn’t matter to him- but you were surprised to find out that the feelings you had for him… were returned. After all these years, he was willing to give his heart to you. You felt bad for him- of course, he’d think you hate him. You did, really, that day, you cried- you considered moving to another school- but here you were, sitting in front of Atsumu after he had just confessed. “Please say something. I- I won’t be mad if you say you hate me.” Atsumu mutters quietly. You sigh- what do you say?

“Atsumu. Look at me, please?”

He raises his head up to be met by a soft smile. “Tsumu. I don’t hate you, okay?” You say. Even if you’re drunk, your opinion on Atsumu was clear enough. “Yes, I was hurt. You had a girlfriend and you were flirting with me- of course, I was hurt.” You quickly said, looking down. “But I don’t know- you make me feel safe. Even after all those years and I saw you- my feelings all erupted once I saw you. Not gonna lie- it felt shitty- the man who broke my heart stand right then and there.” You gave out a breathy chuckle. Unknowingly, Atsumu was staring right at you with hopeful eyes, hoping for you to say that you loved him back. “Atsumu… I like you, aswell- but I just wanna know if you’re playing games with me. I don’t wanna be some kind of rebound- I don’t wanna raise my hopes up just for you to destroy them.” You muttered softly. “Yes, of course! I- I actually like you this time. You make me so happy, I promise-” Atsumu says, leaping into your arms very suddenly. You yelp at the sudden hug, feeling- inflicted.

“I never got to apologize for my actions- I’m so so sorry- I love you, I love you,” Atsumu mutters into your neck, causing you to giggle. It was amusing- to see Atsumu so flustered over you. “Tsumu. It’s okay, I forgive you.” You mutter softly, petting his hair. Atsumu pulls away, a drunken smile on his face. “C-can I kiss you? I didn’t get a chance to last time…” Atsumu asks slowly, a red blush on his face. You giggle softly- goddamn if he wasn’t cute. “Okay, you can kiss m-” You say slowly, before being interrupted by Atsumu’s lips on yours. His lips are sweet tang against your tongue, and his breath is warm and messy against your lips. You’ve dreamt of this moment since you first laid your eyes on him- his lips against yours, and you’re both a warm ball of happiness. Another life came quicker than expected for Atsumu, but he wasn’t complaining. He got to be with you anyways.

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writer-rochelle · 4 years

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In the Still of the Night: Javier Peña x reader

(a/n originally this was a steve randle fic I cooked up once upon a sleepless night. but after re-reading it I decided to turn it into a javi one shot because pedro pascal owns my ass. this takes during season 2, specifically episode 6. Also for plot’s sake pretend you are a nurse who used to work with Connie)

Javier trudged up the small flight of stairs that led to the front door of the apartment building. It had been another late night stuck behind a desk. Another late night with a plethora of leads that inevitably led nowhere. It had taken the pot of coffee he and Murphy had been drinking to gradually turn into hot burnt bean flavored water for the two exhausted Agents to finally throw in the towel. Maybe Javier could convince (y/n) to let him steal some of the gourmet coffee she had stashed at his place.

Recently, he had taken to staying longer and later, trying desperately to weasel in the information he received from Los Pepes without causing suspicion. Javier knew he was on thin ice with Steve after that incident at the checkpoint when they were close to catching Blackie. It was a wonder his friend hadn’t let anything slip, but then again he knew Murphy was more inclined to let Javier deal with his shit on his own. Besides, he had told Steve he could handle it. Couldn’t he?

Javier signed, leaning his forehead against the cool wooden door to his apartment. How had he never noticed how truly exhausted he was? He felt heavy, weighed down by all that had been happening in Columbia lately. His feet felt like cinder blocks as he took a step back to unlock the door. The seasoned agent wanted nothing more than to eat, sip an ice-cold beer, take a shower, and collapse into bed. Maybe he would be lucky enough to sleep soundly with little to no nightmares. Undisturbed till his alarm would sound off early the next morning.

"Damn it", he groaned, searching blindly for his apartment key. He had forgotten to put it back on his key ring after he had made a copy for (y/n). He exhaled in relief, having found the piece of metal nestled in the pack of cigarettes in his breast pocket.

‘I told you to put it back on there! One day you’re gonna lose that damn thing for sure, and I promise I’m not giving you my copy to get in!’, Javier smirked imagining his girlfriend scolding him. Her voice would be tinted with laughter, her threat empty. The pair had each other wrapped around their respective fingers. There wasn’t anything (within reason) that the young nurse wouldn’t do for Javier. And when the used to be bachelor was told he was whipped he simply shrugged and said, “Listen, when you really care for someone you’ll do whatever it takes to show them that. (y/n) says jump? I say how high.”

Much to the surprise of his colleagues (Steve included), Javier had moved past the honeypot method to get what he wanted from certain informants. And to add more to the surprise, (y/n) was very much aware of the man Javier Pena used to be. It never ceased to amaze him how open-minded she was. Most women would have run-away after being told of the things he’d seen and done in the field. “At the end of the day, you come home in one piece to me. But don’t think about trying that crap again while you’re with me.” she had said one night during one of their few late-night conversations.

"(y/n),cariño? You still here?", Javier called into the seemingly empty apartment. He stepped in, closing and locking the front door before moving towards the living room area where he threw his leather jacket over the arm of the cream-colored couch. All the lights were off, except the one in the kitchen. He turned on a lamp, the white envelopes sitting on the coffee table littered with some paperwork caught his eye. He’d deal with it tomorrow.

"Babe?" he called again, climbing the steps that led up into the kitchen. He glanced at the clock built into the stove, the neon green glowing numbers reading 12:30. He spotted a plate of food resting on the small circle table, and a pink sticky note stuck to the top. He smiled softly, wondering how she managed to take care of herself, her busy workday, and still make time to cook for him.

Javi,

I hope you came home at a decent hour. I’m still here, had a long day. You missed the dust bunnies I excavated from under your couch.

Love, (y/n)

It read, her neat handwriting taking up little space on the small piece of paper. Javier paused a moment. Dust bunnies? Had she cleaned his apartment? He took a quick look around the area laid out in front of him. Gone were the empty bottles and cups he usually left lying around. The thin film of dust that usually graced his small television screen was gone, and it actually smelled nice in the room. The musty male and cigarette odor had been replaced with the smell of cleaning products and a candle she had left burning on the stove. Placing the note down, he turned to blow it out; the time now read 12:40. Javier turned to the fridge, grabbed a beer and took his lukewarm dinner in front of the TV in the adjoined living room. Maybe he could take a crack at some of those papers still sitting out there.

[One hour later]

Javier woke with a start, the black and white static on the tv illuminating the room. He blinked blearily, standing up to stretch. How long had he been asleep? He meandered over to the kitchen, disposing of his empty plate and bottle. The stove time now reading 3:00.

‘May as well just head to bed, no point in showering now.’ Javier thought, making his way into his bedroom, turning off the few remaining lights as he went.

He stood staring at himself in the bathroom mirror. Not necessarily enthralled with the tired, grumpy looking man staring back at him. The past few months had taken their toll on him, the bags under his eyes adding on a year or two. It didn’t help that his vision hadn’t been up to par as of late either. He refused, however, to get glasses until absolutely necessary. He could already hear the jokes that would be made at his expense. “Having trouble in any other departments Pena?”

Rolling his eyes, he shut off the bathroom light and shivered as the cool ac hit his bare legs and chest. Clad in only his boxers, he moved out into the hallway, trudging zombie-like into his bedroom, his dark brown eyes taking a moment to adjust to the darkroom as he quietly shut the door behind him. Javier picked up on (y/n)’s soft breathing as she slept, everything but her head swallowed up by the thin white blanket on their bed. It was a wonder she had slept through the noise he had been making since he had gotten home hours earlier. She really must have had a long day. Ever since Connie and Olivia had left back to the States, the (y/h/c) nurse had taken more hours, helping to fill in the spot her blonde friend had left. And in some ways, maybe Steve had taken to staying longer to avoid an empty apartment. Something Javier had once been used to, but now the thought of having to start sleeping alone in his queen-sized bed made him cringe.

An orange street light filtered in through his blinds, casting a soft spotlight onto the bed, drawing him closer. The "spotlight" shone on (y/n), illuminating the soft unique features of her face. Her mouth slightly open as quiet snores slipped through. Javier yearned to freeze time. To simply lay in this lumpy bed, with the most beautiful kind-hearted woman he’d ever met. His mother had only been the one other woman who cared this much about him, and it hurt that couldn’t she meet her. Javi was sure she’d love the passionate young woman as much as he did. He crept closer slipping under the covers, curling his arm around her waist to draw her closer to his bare chest. He lay a soft kiss to the back of her head, the sweet scent of her shampoo clouding his senses. He was content.

“Javier? Is everything okay? What time is it?" the young woman mumbled her voice heavy with sleep, raising her head slightly to catch a glimpse of the alarm clock on the bedside table. 3:30 am.

"It's me, baby, everything is fine. Go back to sleep."

"Okay. I love you."

"Love you too," the tired man said, kissing the back of her head as she fell back asleep. Javier lay awake for only a few moments more, finally succumbing to the slumber that was now his master.

Javier Pena knew that when the morning came he would have to return to that godforsaken office, and shift through the same pile of papers, and deal with the weight of his actions resting on his shoulders. But for the time being as he lay next to the love of his life in the fleetingly late hours of the night/early morning, he could pretend that he was just another man off the street, far away from Escobar, far from cocaine, and far from Columbia.

A reality that only existed within the still if the night.

(i hope you all enjoyed my first Javi fic....and I hope i didn’t write him too OOC. Let me know what yall think, and my requests are open! more work to come soon. <3 roach)

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susiequaz12 · 4 years

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Whumptober 12- I Think I’ve Broken Something (Carrot Top)

So- this is actually something for our Carrot Boi Andrew’s story. Preface: it is not part of the chronological storyline. It’s a self indulgent what if, where Splice manages to capture Ali as well, and he’s got both of them in captivity. I do have more written of this self indulgent storyline? idea? au? thing. (If yall’s want to see more of it.)

Prompt: Broken Bones. CW: (broken bones), restrained, lady whump, dehumanization, blood mention, non con (nonsexual) touch, muzzled. Masterlist for Carrot Top here.

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She’d been there for 23 hours.

That was 23 too many. It was bad enough that he was here, but imagining what Splice would do now that he had her as leverage was unbearable to think.

He looked down to where she was lying, her head across his lap. She was out cold and had been for the past hour or so. He leaned back against the wall, looking up at the ceiling. She felt so peaceful sleeping there, but he knew there was inner turmoil going on inside her mind- there always was.

Within a few minutes a guard barged into their cell. It startled Ali awake and she sat up, blinking rapidly. The guard walked into the small room and grabbed her by the arm. Andrew cried out but only small noises came from underneath his muzzle. He rose to his feet quickly but the chains around his ankles jerked him backwards as Ali was taken away.

He sat on the ground on his knees, hands in fists, yelling and cursing through the muzzle.

Within a brief moment the door was opened again and he looked up to see the same guard. He was pulled to his feet and the chains were removed from his ankles. A new chain was attached to the cuffs around his wrists and he was jerked forward, stumbling on his feet. He was led into a different cell further down the hall. One that was just barely larger and surrounded by more guards.

He glanced around to finally see Ali. She was standing, her hands cuffed by her side to the wall.

The cuffs were power restricting- The glowing band of blue light made that painfully obvious. Other than that, she looked perfectly fine. Thankfully.

Andrew was led to the opposite wall, about 10 feet away from her. His hair was grabbed- head thrown backwards as a collar locked tight around his throat. A collar, attached to a chain from the ceiling. His wrists were then chained to the wall as well.

Ali met his eyes but didn’t say anything. And then another figure walked into the room.

If Andrew could have sighed in exasperation, he would’ve.

Splice seemed to bounce on his toes like he always would as he entered the small room.

Ali shrunk back into the wall at the sight of him, and Andrew instantly recognized the fear carving it’s way across her face, despite her efforts to appear strong.

The man walked in circles around the room, staring at them each individually.

“Well. Well well well well well. This looks fun doesn’t it?” He said, stopping in the middle of the room so he could look at them both. He glanced towards Andrew. “Oh, but that won’t do for this little experiment.” He walked over towards his nephew and reached his hands behind his head, unclasping the harsh muzzle that encased his face. Andrew let out a large breath, letting the air escape freely through his lips, but his voice remained silent. Splice twirled the metal muzzle around in his fingers and looked between the two of them.

“So who’s first?” He asked.

Andrew and Ali exchanged glances. Neither of them said a word.

“Oh come on.” Splice encouraged. “It’s no fun if I pick. Who’s gonna go first?” He spoke as if they were awaiting turns to go down the slide at the playground- not be tortured by some psycopath.

“I will.” Andrew demanded

“No!” Ali cried.

Splice raised his hands in defense. “You don’t even know what I have planned and yet you’re already so protective of each other.” He chuckled to himself. “Wow, this really will be enjoyable.”

“I’ll go first.” Andrew stated again. “Don’t hurt her.”

“Hmm. Decisions decision.” Splice seemed to melt, as if shedding his skin, until a puddle had formed at his feet, and then the puddle rose, forming an exactly identical copy of Splice. It copied the original’s every movement, but only one voice was heard.

“Let’s see. Ah! Here we go- I torture you both. Each time she, whimpers, or makes a noise, I break a bone in his body.”

Terror instantly struck both friend’s faces and they looked towards each other.

“Don’t worry, I’ll start small- But he’s only got so many.” The clone walked over towards Ali and stood next to her, almost as if guarding her.

“Let’s start, shall we?”

Ali watched, as if things were going in slow motion as the lights on the cuffs around her wrists glowed brighter.

Almost instantly the electricity coursing through them entered her system- and almost instantly she screamed, drowning out Andrew’s cry for them to stop. Her head cracked backwards against the wall and she slid to the floor. Soon afterwards it died down and she could breathe again.

“Well that was almost too easy.” Splice stated. He grabbed Andrew’s wrist and fiddled with a few of the fingers as Andrew tried to pull it away.

Ali shook her head, clenching her teeth- desperate to utter an apology. The clone pulled her back to her feet and she leaned back against the wall- her muscles shaking.

Andrew braced himself, leaning further into the wall, clenching his free hand into a fist. Splice grabbed his pinky finger in his grasp and pushed it backwards, ever so slowly. The snap that soon followed made Ali jump, and she covered her mouth even harder. Andrew clenched his teeth fiercely together and squeezed his other hand tighter in a fist. His head leaned back and he stared up at the ceiling, blinking back the tears that tried to emerge.

Confusion and concern came over Ali’s face. Andrew didn’t seem to be in that much pain… so either it really didn’t hurt, or he was used to being in pain at this point. She hoped it was the first one.

Andrew made eye contact with her and gave her a slight nod, as if saying he was okay.

“Well, that was a little disappointing.” Splice stated. He dropped Andrew’s hand and it swung back to his side. He turned to Ali. “Should we try you again?”

“NO!” Andrew cried. “Don’t hurt her!”

“Oh well this is interesting.”

“Don’t touch her!” Andrew emphasized again. “I swear if you hurt her, I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” Splice grabbed Andrew underneath the chin, forcing him to look him in the eyes. Andrew took in a breath and clenched his mouth shut.

“Good.” The man said.

Splice waved a hand towards the clone and it grabbed Ali- forcing her onto her knees and pulling her arms behind her, grabbing both wrists in one hand. Stepping behind her, he yanked her arms upwards and with his free hand pulled a long, thin boning knife out of his pocket, pressing it flat against the back of her neck. Ali tried her best to steady her breathing, maintain calm, stay quiet.

“Stop!” Andrew sobbed. “Don’t- don’t hurt her-”

Splice turned to Andrew. “Well then Carrot Top, what do you suggest I do instead, hmm?”

“Don’t hurt her.” Andrew stated. He breathed deep and answered. “Hurt, -hurt me instead.”

“Ohhhh well this just got interesting!” Splice crossed his arms. “And how should I go about doing that?”

Andrew shook his head. “Just- just don’t hurt her.” With each word in regards to Ali he could feel himself grow stronger. He had to protect her. “I’ll- I,-- you can do whatever. I’ll let you do anything, -whatever you want with me. Just-”

“How Andy. What should I do?... “ He locked a hand in the back of Andrew’s hair and tilted his head back to look him in the face. “I think you know.”

Andrew cringed at the nickname, trying to draw further away from Splice.

“Break another bone.”

“What was that?”

Andrew shook his head. “Break another bone.”

“Ahhh- not clear enough-” Splice stated. He looked towards the clone and he pulled Ali’s arms further upwards behind her. She squirmed underneath and bit her tongue, but no sound came out.

“NO!” Andrew cried.

“Then what, carrot top? What should I do?”

He breathed deeply. He couldn’t believe he was about to ask for this. But it was for Ali. He had to.

“Break another one of my bones.” He stated clearly.

Ali shook her head- desperate to say anything, but not willing to risk it.

Splice clicked his tongue. “Well that was more clear, but didn’t your mother ever teach you manners? You sound so demanding. Be a little more polite.”

Andrew raised his head back against the wall, the frustration and fear rising in his chest. He stated clearly.

“Break another one of my bones, please.”

Ali gasped out a choked back sob- the quietest of noises under her breath.

Splice turned to her at the sound, looking clearly satisfied, and then turned back to Andrew. “Ohhh. There’s one.” Splice cooed, giving a little smirk, and then waved his hand towards his clone.

“Unfortunately, you don’t get to choose.”

At those words the clone shoved Ali down towards the ground, and placed a foot on her back, shoving her body further forward, and her arms further backwards. Her breaths were heavy but no sound came. The knife pushed ever so slowly into the base of her neck right in between her shoulder blades and Andrew cried out to stop, but as he did so the blade met flesh, and a slow trickle of blood poured down her back.

It pushed deeper and the smallest, weakest of whimpers escaped Ali’s lips.

Splice almost clapped for joy as he jumped up at the noise. “There’s two! This is a double one.” Ali’s arms were lowered and she was pulled back to her feet, squeezing her eyes shut, shaking her head in as much of an apology as she was allowed to muster.

The second bone was a finger on the same hand.

With the snap of the break Andrew leered forward a bit, stumbling on his feet. The chain around his neck pulled him back quickly, as the fear of choking wasn’t something else he wanted to deal with. He groaned out slightly before the finger was released. His instinct was to look, but he knew he couldn’t. It already felt wrong. It probably looked similar, and that wouldn’t help his racing heart.

Splice seemed disappointed. “Well, these fingers aren’t as fun as I thought they’d be. How unfortunate.” He looked towards Ali. Her head was being held up by the clone so she was forced to keep her gaze located on Andrew.

“Should we level it up?”

Splice didn’t wait for an answer. He grabbed the arm attached to the broken fingers and looked at it closely, turning it over in his hand. Andrew tried to pull it away but he didn’t risk it. His whole hand was throbbing, and the two fingers were starting to swell up, turning a dark, purplish color. After thoroughly inspecting the arm Splice nodded, seemingly satisfied.

“This’ll do.” He turned to Ali who had her hands over her mouth and tears streaming down her face. Splice chuckled.

His hands gripped the lower half of Andrew’s arm firmly. Panic started to rise in his chest. Panic, and anger. Splice’s grip tightened and Andrew yanked his arm back, trying to pull it back towards him. Splice shook his head, and backhanded Andrew hard across the face. His head snapped to the side and he groaned out. Splice used his shoulder to pin Andrew’s upper arm to the wall, bracing himself, and he gripped the forearm tightly. Ali’s eyes shut tight, as did Andrew’s, his other hand in a fist.

The crunch and snap that soon followed was sickening.

Andrew screamed.

He was choking on his sobs as he struggled to remain on his feet. There was a moment that he lost his balance and toppled forward. The chain yanked back on his neck and he choked out, squeaking his bare feet on the floor until he finally regained his footing, leaning back against the wall. His bare chest heaved up and down as he tried to breathe despite the pain.

Splice chuckled and Ali glared at him through tearful eyes. “Well, that was definitely more entertaining.”

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whumpqin · 4 years

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Doing Better

Next chapter! This one got uh..... a little long, which is why it took a while to get up!! Hope yall enjoy haha

Elisha / Caleb tag: @faewhump @imagination1reality0 @galaxywhump @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @insanitywishes (If you want to be added, just message me!

CW: Pet whump, conditioning, brainwashing, references to past torture, creepy/intimate whumper, dubcon touching, blindfolded, bound, references to glass and knives, forced nudity (nonsexual), forced bathing, threats, vague(?) self-victim blaming, water torture / drowning, emetophobia warning, brief noncon kiss on the cheek, a lot happened here ok

Word count: 4,592

“Ugh, how gross you can get in a week I’ll never know,” came their chastising words, nose wrinkled in disgust as they took in the state of him.

Elisha curled in on himself in shame and tried not to think too much about it. Instead, he flicked his gaze over to Jeremiah, who was quietly setting down materials to clean the room. He could almost smell the bite of the cleaning products already, laced with overbearing, flowery scents.

When Aridai stepped closer to him, he tilted his head upwards to meet their gaze. He knew very well how this worked. They gave him a drug, let it settle in, and then he would wake up in a freshly clean basement with different trousers on and a fresh sense of denial about what had happened. Elisha parted his jaws instinctually, used to the habit of showing how ‘eager’ he was.

He knew that it’s what they liked him to do. He was too tired, he didn’t feel an inclination to do anything else.

Even his instincts were beginning to grow quiet nowadays.

They stared him down for a moment, taking in his obedient, kneeling pose and open mouth with too much joy for a normal person, before sliding their fingers underneath either side of his jaw. He leaned into the touch as if on cue, knowing very well what would happen if he did anything else.

Don’t you dare pull away from me, Caleb.

“We’re going to do something a little different today, pet. I think you’re good enough that you don’t need any medicine, do you?” Elisha swallowed. Aridai continued to watch him carefully, warm brown eyes locked onto his face while they waited for an answer.

“If, um…” A quick glance to Jeremiah. Stop fucking stuttering. “If you think s-so, Master.”

That’s all it really was: a test. They didn’t actually want him to think about it, they wanted him to be a good boy and obey without question or hesitation. He could still feel the sting of that lesson sinking into his skin, and Elisha repressed a shudder.

“That’s right, my little diamond.” Their hands carded comfortably through his hair, and he hated how much he leaned into the gentle touch. “Leave the thinking to me and Jeremiah.”

I can still think for myself, even if you think I don’t, his mind hissed. Elisha was almost relieved to hear his instincts angrily muttering, and he was sure that they mistook his sigh for comfort.

“Such a good boy. Now, stay still for me.” Aridai picked up some strip of leather and measured it in front of his eyes; a blindfold. His eyes darted from it and then back up to them, pleading with just his furrowed eyebrows and frown. They chuckled lightly at his nervousness. “Don’t worry, you’ve been very good. But you’re not allowed to see upstairs freely until you prove yourself to the both of us. Tilt your head back up like it had been, Caleb.”

Prove himself? Is that what it took? He could be good for that.

Elisha listened, glancing between their face and the blindfold as it pressed against his eyes. They skirted around him, tying it tightly against the back of his head, a bit more than was comfortable. He breathed a forced huff through his nose at the pressure, and as Aridai pulled away he raised a hand to lightly paw at it so he could make it more bearable.

“Ah ah, hands down. Leave it alone.” As his hands folded into his lap, he let out a small whine. He hated to be blindfolded, just as much as he disliked being muzzled. Aridai, uncaring, took his hands and drew them gently behind his back, beginning to tie rope to his wrists.

He stayed still for Aridai as they finished tying his hands behind his back. Their hands continued to work quickly, unhooking the chain for the first time since he could remember and let it fall loosely to the ground, the metal making an awful noise that made him cringe. Something else was hooked onto his collar immediately after, some sort of fabric that rested against his skin.

A hand brushed away his greasy hair again.

“Alright Jer, I’m gonna take him upstairs to the bathroom. You have fun down here.” Their voice was light and airy, obviously joking.

“Not a fucking chance,” he responded dryly, making Aridai chuckle in response at the disgust in his voice. Elisha couldn’t tell whether he was joking in return or not.

“Oh well, I tried. Come on boy, up,” they commanded, tugging him forward by the new leash. He used his tail for balance as he stumbled up to his feet, blindly searching for Aridai without being able to reach for them. “There we go, good boy. Just follow my lead.”

He slid his feet across the ground carefully, trying to not bump into anything important. His foot hit wood, and he nearly tripped into the side of the stairsteps. Aridai began to lead him upwards, and he could hear the sound of the basement door being opened.

A shred of excitement stirred in Elisha’s chest, too difficult to properly be squashed so that they didn’t see it. His tail curled tightly, before waving back and forth against the floor, clambering up the steps readily that he met Aridai before they had even cleared the steps. He could hear their light snort and muttered comment of eager today, aren’t we, while relaxed hands grabbed at the base of the leash for more control.

His horns tapped the top of the ceiling, scraping against it until Aridai tugged him to the entrance. He could smell the fresh air, much better than what he had been sitting in for the longest of times. Elisha breathed in deep, in and out, relishing at being somewhere different.

If he could see, he might be able to figure a way to get out. Aridai and him were the only ones up here, so he might be able to overpower them and run away to find help. Not… that he could actually remember what the outside looked like, but there had to be something.

Elisha decided that he would have to wait for a chance later. There would be no point when he was blindfolded and tied.

Aridai tugged on the leash, catching him off guard enough to make him sway off balance. “Alright, come on. You’re getting your filth all over the floor.”

Embarrassment curled somewhere inside him as he followed, a blinded gaze trying to catch glimpses of light or color, still knowing that he wasn’t going to see anything. He could feel polished wooden flooring beneath his feet as he walked, and he waved his tail back and forth to feel walls on either side. Was this a hallway?

He heard a doorknob click, and the slight creak of the actual door opening. Aridai coaxed him inside, and he stepped down a small decline from wooden flooring to something else. When he had been allowed to wander a bit into the room, the door shut and locked behind him. He heard them heave a long suffering sigh.

“You’re going to be good,” they said, voice laced with a threat. “Or I’m going to fucking drown you. Understand?”

When he nodded, Elisha felt the tug of the leash. “Good. Lean down so I can check your blindfold.”

Sometimes he forgot how much taller he was than either of them. Aridai was just barely taller than his shoulders, and often had him kneel for convenience’s sake. He lowered his head in a slight bow, feeling hands touch the fabric across his eyes. Then suddenly he felt them tap his cheek.

Wordlessly he was led into another portion of the room, pressed up chest first against a wall. Hands grabbed onto his shoulders and flipped him around, beginning to tug at his trousers, and his legs tried to curl almost instinctively.

“Ah- um-” he stuttered, the discomfort going unnoticed as Aridai continued to pull away at his clothing.

Aridai hushed him and he snapped his mouth shut. Elisha remained still, feeling a deep blush fall over his face and ears at the feeling of being so exposed. This must have been that part that he didn’t remember, when they used to drug him. Now he dreaded seeing it firsthand.

The trousers were pulled away quickly, and then Aridai left him alone. Elisha sank to the floor, finding it much more comfortable, and curled his legs as close to his chest as he could. There was nothing saying he couldn’t, so he remained in the corner of wherever he was for a bit longer.

Worse yet, he could hear Aridai moving around, but they didn’t speak to him. Didn’t bother to mutter threats or small praises to him. Had he done something wrong? Were they angry at him? Please, don’t let them be angry. Elisha let out a small whine, shifting in his bindings as he looked around blindly.

A pause, then a gentle scoff. “Oh, pet. Are you lonely? Just a moment longer and I’ll be over.”

He heard the sound of the water running, then Aridai’s footsteps drawing closer.

“Get up, Caleb,” they muttered, tapping him on the head. He scrambled to his feet quickly, not wanting to make them angry. “Good boy.”

Cool water was sprayed onto him, and Elisha gasped as his limbs locked up from the chill that ran down his spine. He very nearly doubled over, trying to get air as the cold seeped through his skin and into his bones. It was freezing, but Aridai simply continued to shift him here and there to wash him, warm hands curling over his arms or shoulders. He wasn’t sure if he should shy away or lean into the touch.

Fingers curled around his shoulder, digging nails in and making the decision for him. He stayed still, like a perfectly good statue, as they rinsed off the dirty film he seemed to accumulate on him from just existing in the basement, one of the only signs he was alive the gentle gasps he forced through his lungs. Elisha’s heart throbbed in his ears from the terror and cold, a painful thudding that mixed with the chill on his skin.

He whined as Aridai flipped him around and sprayed a fresh wave of cold on him. His back arched as a strangled gasp ripped from his parted jaws, pressing his horns into the side of the wall as he descended into panting. Elisha felt his tail curl tightly around his own ankle, threatening to cut off the blood flow.

They still weren’t talking to him, and it didn’t feel normal. Aridai always talked to him when they were together, and now that they weren’t it was just making him uncomfortable. Elisha couldn’t tell whether he preferred the silence or the humiliation of words, but he knew that they talked less when they were angry. And he dreaded when they were angry.

Aridai continued to wash him in silence.

When they relented for just a moment, he was shivering, teeth chattering together as water dripped from him at every opportunity. He wanted to ask if something was wrong, if he had been bad or good, but he couldn’t even speak.

Do not speak unless spoken to.

Elisha wanted to be good. So he stayed quiet.

Even as they took a cloth and rubbed roughly against his skin, dipping to more sensitive areas that made him gasp from the feeling, Aridai remained quiet. He couldn’t even try to read their expression, so he couldn’t tell if they were doing this on purpose. Maybe they were really, honestly angry with him. But he didn’t know what he had done in the first place.

His excitement about being out of the basement was entirely forgotten, now. All that mattered was trying to be good without any specific instructions and hoping that he managed to please them.

There was a small sigh, as delicate fingers unbuckled his collar from his neck and replaced the feeling with the same, rough cloth. Aridai drew him down, wrapping their fingers around his lower jaw.

When their gentle thumb rubbed across his cheek, Elisha instinctively leaned into the touch. He let out a small sigh, as the hand caressed his face. It was relieving and comforting, and he could feel himself relax despite the chill.

“Caleb,” Aridai’s smooth, cold voice whispered, so close and sending a different but all too familiar shudder down his spine. “I’m going to take the blindfold off. Don’t move, and don’t open your eyes. Be a good boy for me, or I’m going to be really upset with you.”

He swallowed. The lack of emotion in their voice told him exactly what their kind of upset meant, even if he couldn’t see their eyes to prove it. Elisha nodded, praying that he had been doing things right this entire time.

He wanted to prove himself so that he could come up here and actually see. He wanted to prove that he could be good.

The leather slowly slipped up off of his face, and he forced his eyes to remain shut. Everything seemed so bright without the covering, so he was sure that he didn’t want to look and be blinded again anyway. The washcloth made its reappearance, rubbing against his eyes and face, leaving a film of soap in its wake. Elisha patiently waited as they finished soaping the rest of him up.

“Kneel for me.”

The command was obeyed immediately. He almost painfully dropped to his knees, grunting at the effort that it took to get down in the first place. Aridai’s fingers grabbed onto his hair, lathering more soap into it, even dipping their hands up to his horns and finding the dirt-filled grooves in them. It was hardly a gentle touch, but they at least weren’t hurting him.

Aridai continued to wash him, bringing the water back over to rinse him off. Elisha couldn’t deny the violent shiver that ran through his body as the water dribbled down his thin frame.

“Back up, pet.” Their words were quick and to the point. He was beginning to think this was on purpose, because he hadn’t done anything wrong.

But he scrambled back up to his feet anyway, desperate to keep his transgressions to a minimum.

On the way back up it occurs to him that he’s technically free right now, save for his hands. If Elisha could convince them to unbind him, he might have a chance at getting away.

No, no I have to be good to do that. Be good. Stay good. He knew that Aridai could see that he visibly swallowed. His head angled to where he’s sure their head is at, trying to stare without being able to use his eyes, to get some sort of interaction. Some sort of anything.

They finished washing him without another word.

Elisha felt defeated when the collar was placed back around his neck, leash still attached to it. Aridai led him out of wherever he was and left him standing in what felt like the middle of the room. He heard the sound of a metal creak and the sound of water running into a tub, and shifted uncomfortably at the sound.

“Come here, Caleb.” They hand glided across his torso, stopping him after just a few steps forward. “Kneel.”

Carefully he sunk to the floor, mindful of his knees and where he was. His tail swung out questionably, trying to feel out his surroundings to get a better idea of where he was at. Instead, he was completely transfixed on the fingers that wound themselves into the back of his hair, feeling Aridai’s breath on his shoulders

“Now, don’t take this the wrong way, pet,” they whispered, voice low and twinged with something he inwardly knew wasn’t right. “You’ve been a good boy. But I just want to try this one thing first. I haven’t been able to do it in forever, you see, and I want to see how well you take it.”

He swallowed, then nodded.

With surprising force, they pushed him forward, shoving his face directly into water. It was freezing cold, causing him to immediately try to gasp from the shock and breathing in a horrifying amount of water. Elisha’s tail immediately began to thrash around in startled panic, hands splaying and struggling to get free to pull himself out of this.

They had lied to him. They said that they wouldn’t drown him unless he had been bad. Had he done something wrong? Elisha couldn’t recall, and that made everything so much worse. Was this his fault? Or were they doing this to have their sick fun?

Aridai pulled him up just as quickly as they had pushed his head in, and let go of him so he could collapse to the floor. He coughed and sputtered, retching up the contents of his stomach mixed with water. For once, Elisha was grateful that he hadn’t had anything to eat in a couple of days, instead just feeling the burn of bile as it dribbled from his lips.

When their hands touched him again, he flinched unconsciously. “No, no p-p-pl-plea-se…” he croaked, curling inward where he could and remaining still where Aridai’s hand lingered.

“Pet. Rule six, remember?” They drew him up from the ground and drug him back against the-the tub, it was a tub, and hung his face over the water so that his nose touched it. “Say it for me, and I might not dunk you into the water again for your punishment.”

“Seh-si-six. Do not sp-spe-sp, hnn, spe-speak, unless… unless s-s-sp-spo…” Elisha whimpered in frustration of his own stutter, tail lashing and hitting against Aridai’s leg.

“Ooh, got a bit of a temper there, do we?” A cold hand rested against his neck, gripping tightly as it prepared to push him in again. He jaws parted in a silent plea, not breaking the rules but still looking miserable. “We know what happens with pesky Cambion tempers, don’t we, little diamond? Go on, I know you remember this one.”

He remembered. He could still feel the glass slicing his knees as he was forced to kneel on them until he passed out.

“Th-they… they get, um, p-pu-p-pun-ished,” he gasped. The cold ache from the water was only making his stutter worse.

“Goood. And what do we do after we’ve been punished for breaking a rule?”

“I-I do be-better. Do better. Be g-good.” He swallowed at the painful tears that pricked the corners of his eyes. “I-I w-wa-w-wan-t to, to be go-g-good, Ma-Master, pl-p-please…”

“I know, pet. I saw how hard you tried. The silent thing was a fun game, wasn’t it?” Aridai laughed, and he couldn’t bring himself to force a smile. It wasn’t funny to him.

He didn’t know it was supposed to be a game.

“Alright… two more times for speaking and your temper, and we’ll get you all warmed up and back in the basement in no time, Caleb.”

This time, thankfully, he had been prepared for it. He managed a deep gasp of breath before Aridai pushed his head under once more, and stopped himself before he gasped in shock at the cold.

But it wouldn’t be punishment unless he suffered. Elisha knew that they would keep him underwater until he began to lose his air, nearly fall unconscious, and do it once over to atone for his mistakes. He couldn’t deny the panic that rose in his chest, the instinctual struggle in Aridai’s grip as he tried to at least get a gasp of air he was ultimately denied.

When his movements began to slow, they pulled him back out of the water. He gasped for air, heaving coughs and spitting back up the water he had choked on.

Elisha never opened his eyes.

They didn’t wait for him to catch his breath, and instead thrust him back in readily. Elisha wasn’t going to wait this one out this time, and instead willingly parted his jaws, taking a desperate gulp of water that immediately choked him. He was too weak to struggle, and they brought him up a little more quickly because of it.

“There we are. Still with me, Caleb?” Aridai let go of him, and he collapsed to the floor, chest heaving all of the water in his lungs out. They clicked their tongue with a small coo, a show of fake sympathy. “Aw… poor thing. Are you ready to be good now?”

He whimpered on the ground, shaking from the fear and cold. “Ye-yes-yes, I-I am, Ma-Master. I’ll, I’ll be g-go-good.”

“There’s my good boy. Okay, back up to your feet. I need to dry this floor off or Jeremiah’s gonna be pissed at me the whole fucking day.” They hooked their fingers into his collar and helped hoist him up.

Elisha felt dizzy, still panting and trying to get air through the proper channels of his lungs.

Aridai swung a piece of fabric around him, drawing his head down so that they could dry off his head, his neck, and downwards. He stayed perfectly still for them, even as they abandoned the towel to pick up something else. Then as they tugged through his hair with a comb, pulling out all of the tangles, he only coughed through his nose.

He wanted to open up his eyes, now that there was no particular threat to them. Curiosity was beginning to get the best of him, nearly overriding his fear-learned sense of being good.

“Mmm,” he hummed, trying to get Aridai’s attention.

It made them laugh, so that was a plus. “Wh-what is it, pet?” Their fingers lifted his chin slightly. “What do you want?”

“Can I-I have the… the um, the bl-bli-bl, th-thing, over my-my eyes? I-I wa-want… to b-be good,” he muttered, stumbling through his words without much care beyond it taking too long to get to the point. Jeremiah wasn’t here, Elisha didn’t have to worry so much.

“Of course, Caleb. Just a moment.” Their hands left him, and for a brief, terrifying moment he felt hopelessly lost without them.

It was more terrifying that he felt so dependent on Aridai in the first place. God, they really were turning him into their little pet.

And that thought made it worse.

He let out another loose whine, head swinging around to look for them without being able to. A hand caught the side of his face and he leaned into it immediately.

“Aww, did you get nervous when you couldn’t see where I was? It’s alright Caleb, I’m right here,” they said, hands carding through his wet hair. Heat spread across his face. It wasn’t like he wanted this. He hated it, actually.

The leather slid over his eyes again, tying tightly in the back. Elisha felt both relief and discomfort at how relaxed it made him feel, willingly making himself helpless for the sake of trying to obey his captor.

He kept having to remind himself that these people kidnapped him nowadays. It was getting harder to do.

“Okay, now… we find you some clean clothes. Where did I put the fucking- ah! There it is.” They continued to mutter to themselves as they walked away somewhere else.

When Aridai came back, they tapped his right foot. “Lift.”

One by one, he picked up each of his feet so they could put underwear on, followed by what felt like shorts. Elisha felt the fresh wave of humiliation cross over his chest and flush his face as they got too close, and wove a belt around him.

“There we go. Alright boy, come on. Bathtime’s over.”

They tugged on the leash, and Elisha felt the familiar walk of sliding his feet across the floor to follow them back. Aridai stopped him with a hand to his chest, drifting away for just a moment to open the basement door.

They guided him down, muttering when to step, where to lean down, and so on. He was almost thankful for the familiar stone at the bottom, immediately knowing where he was in the room without actually needing to see.

“I’m all done!” Aridai announced happily, earning a deep sigh in return.

“Took you long enough. He put up a fight?” There was an edge to his question, and it made Elisha draw closer to Aridai.

“No, he was a very good boy. Weren’t you, Caleb?” Aridai slid their hands over the base of the leash, pulling him down into that low bow so that they could ruffle his hair. He nodded quietly. “There were a couple hiccups. Why don’t you explain them, pet?”

Elisha’s breath hitched, just slightly enough for Aridai to chuckle softly. He was still so cold, there would be no way for him to not stutter through it.

“I, um… I s-sp-spoke, I sp-spoke wh-when I w-w-wasn’t sup-supposed to. And I got… got an-a-ang, hnn- mad. I-I got ma-mad. Tempers are, um… are pu-p-pun-punished.” He gritted his teeth at all of the blunders that he could hear. “S-s-sorry, Ma-Masters…”

“...How the fuck did you make the stutter worse?” Jeremiah asked, drawing close. Elisha flinched away at his harsh tone, a faint whimper wheezing through his nose unconsciously. “What the hell did you do, drown him?”

“A bit. It was his punishment for breaking his rules. And for the record, I just used cold water to help calm that fiery blood of his, and it turns out that it made it so much worse,” they laughed. “Anyway, is everything good down here? Can I put the chain back on him?”

Jeremiah sighed. “The floor’s… still a little wet, but it’ll dry, I guess. What-”

“Good!” Aridai drug him forward, completely skipping over the other’s attempts to ask further questions, until Elisha’s back was nearly pressed up against the stone wall. They unhooked the leash, and locked him back up in the chains.

He felt fingers draw away his blindfold, gently untying the back and pulling it off. Elisha hesitated for a moment, before trying to peek his eyes open. They hadn’t told him not to, but even when he saw their face he shut them again in fear.

Aridai snorted. “Go ahead and open up your eyes, you’re just at home,” they said, drawing their hand over his face. Always touching him. “You were such a good boy today. Nearly perfect, but we can work with that. Keep this up and you might earn going upstairs for little walks now and then. How does that sound, little diamond?”

“U-um. G-g-good..? I-I l-like the, um, the-the s-sou-sound of th-that.”

He opened his eyes slowly to see them smiling at him, warm and triumphant. Aridai tilted his face to the side, planting a gentle kiss on the side of his cheek.

Elisha blushed in embarrassment.

“I should humiliate you more often, pet. You’re adorable when you’re embarrassed.” They patted him lightly, then drew away entirely. “Keep this up. I like this Caleb, not the one from before.”

He nodded, eyes darting carefully away from them and to where the basement door would be. After a breath of fresh air like that, even with all of its bad parts, he would do just about anything to be able to feel it again.

Elisha still swallowed nervously. He knew that whatever the two had in store for him, it wasn’t going to be good.

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