#:: ( i'm slowly creeping out of my hold here but yeah this is happening )

[mythicmanuscripts]

So I’m imagining Aemond’s wife has to leave him for a few days or even weeks. (perhaps to return to her family’s home somewhere else in Westeros for some reason) Perhaps she flies on dragonback or rides by horse/carriage. Either way she’s gone for some time and the longer she’s away the more on edge Aemond gets. Like he behaves his regular cold and withdrawn self but otherwise normally for a few days. But then slowly his already hard edges seem to grow sharper and sharper as the days without his wife creep by. His attacks in the training yard seem more brutal and vicious than normal. He stalks down the halls in an almost predatory walk as nobles scramble to stay out of his way and not meet his eye. He snaps at his servants more and more. And then suddenly the weeks are over and his wife is home and those hard edges are sanded down once again. He practically melts into her arms the moment they’re behind closed doors. Face buried in her neck or chest. The next day his training is much more subdued. He does not snap at people or move so hostilely about the Keep. Most people put two and two together. Now every time Aemond’s wife leaves him for more than a few days the whole of Kings Landing holds its breath until she returns.

(Bonus points: a few days before her return, Helaena states completely out of the blue to Aemond that she’ll be home before the week is out and he need not worry about her. Aemond starts. How could she know that? Was his wife writing to her and sending her a raven with that information but not him?? He knows they’re close friends but he’s her husband!? So he asks Helaena if she’s had a raven. Helaena just stops her needlework and looks at him confused: “No.” And then resumes her needlework without explanation. He decides to think nothing of it. Until two days later his wife is walking back up the steps of the Red Keep and his heart is doing somersaults in his chest he’s just so thrilled to see her.)

**nsfw thots**

On an unrelated note to all that: imagine them the night before she leaves. Riding him gently, holding him close, pulling orgasm after orgasm from him til he’s over sensitive and completely spent. Making sure to give him as much attention as possible before she leaves. As he lays there in a daze she gently showers him with kisses. Kissing up and down his neck and jaw she whispers in his ear “Aemond, my darling? I want you to think of this night while I’m gone. I want you to think about the night we shall have when I return. I want you to touch yourself and think of me. But you’re not allowed to cum. Not without me.” Another gentle kiss to his temple over his sapphire eye. “Can you be a good boy and do that for me, my love?” He shifts slightly and moans a quiet yes in response. Of course he can do that. He’s a good boy. With more willpower and obedience than anyone. And he will be rewarded handsomely for it when she returns.

I.... Anon you are truly a visionary. I am in shock and awe these thoughts are INCREDIBLE. I love everything about this oh my god.

So instead of splitting up my answer like you did here, I'm gonna answer this as one long ask about before you leave for a few days, how he is while you're gone and then what happens when you return so the entire thing will be NSFW sub!aemond with varying degrees of explicit content. So yeah! Venture under the cut if you dare :))

When you first married Aemond, not much changed because he hardly knew you. But, very very quickly he started to get attached. He realises that you care for him, that you enjoy talking to him and that you mean it when you praise him. For a long time your relationship is almost... professional? Once a week he'll attempt for an heir with you laying flat on your back and then leave immediately and besides that, you'd only see him at dinners and events.

When you started to show Aemond affection and began to ask him questions and love him, he really just melts into you? He becomes so needy so quickly, like a switch is flipped and once he's allowed a little of his self restraint to falter, he's incapable of controlling himself around you anymore.

People are shocked at the change in Aemond. He's much mellower, much less likely to lash out and he hears people out much more. They also learn that they can go to you with any issues, and you will relay them to Aemond. This process always works much better because he's always much better when speaking to you.

(Side note: you know how kings used to have a servant whose only job was to read their letters aloud for them? When Aemond becomes king he immediately gets rid of that servant and has you read the letter aloud instead. It's much, much better to hear your voice and be able to discuss the content of the letters with you)

Maybe this is the first time you've gone away without Aemond? By this point he is attached to your side, and the entire castle is thankful for it. You both spend every night in your shared quarters, and he allows himself to be open in how much he loves you and how much he needs from you.

So when you tell him you need to leave for a few days, at first he doesn't even consider the possibility that you mean without him? His response to hearing this is to nod and say, "Where are we going? And for how long?" Maybe his lips even twitch upwards a little in a very small smile because he thinks the two of you will be travelling alone together. Even if you're going somewhere terribly political and boring, the journey itself is enough to get him in a good mood. Just you, him and Vhagar would be perfect (and your own dragon if you had one, but Vhagar loves you and is more than happy to carry both you and Aemond, in fact sometimes she won't fly with just Aemond because she can tell he's angry and might do something rash, so she'll refuse to take off until you join them so that you can stop Aemond from doing something stupid).

(Side note: Aemond buys a small house somewhere far away and only reachable by dragon and that becomes your little sanctuary, whenever he’s about to lose it he goes up there with you and Vhagar and Vhagar actually won’t fly him back to the keep until he’s doing better)

When you clarify that you need to go yourself, his smile falls? He understands why he can’t go with, but that doesn’t matter. He just… you’re going to be gone for over a week?? What’s he supposed to do??

I think he’d be insistent on you taking Vhagar if you don’t have your own dragon. Not only because she’s quicker than any horse but also because he knows she’d melt down entire kingdoms if someone dared to lay a hand on you and knowing you have that kind of protection is the only way they’ll be any chance of him getting any sleep while you’re away.

You don’t even bother trying to argue against this, because you know he’ll just follow you on Vhagar if you don’t take her yourself.

The night before you’re set to leave, you tell him to get dinner delivered to your chambers and to tell everyone that the two of you are not be disturbed. He knows what this means, he’s so thankful.

You ride him first, until he’s so desperate to cum that he can’t stop bucking his hips. And then you get off him and make him eat you out before he’s allowed to fuck you again. His thighs are shaking when you eventually lower yourself down on him again and he cums almost instantly.

That’s when the overstimulation starts. Your goal is to take him apart completely until he’s a mess, until he’s twitching and whining and mumbling in high Valeryon. It honestly doesn’t even take that long to do.

When you give him the rules, he can only nod and turn to cuddle into your neck. He’s so plaint and completely wrecked, not a single wall left between you. He’s so sweet then, nodding and trying to kiss your neck because he’s just floating on cloud nine.

You slip out of bed the next morning before he wakes up, because you know that will be the easiest for him. If he has to actually watch you leave, he will almost immediately become hostile and unhappy until you return. This way there’s a chance that he might not immediately start terrorising the servants.

When Aemond wakes and you’re not there, he understands why you chose to do that and deep down he knows it’s the best choice, but it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t feel like a punch to the gut anyway. This is the first time in your entire marriage that he’s fallen asleep with you and woken up alone. You’ve always ensured to stay in bed until he wakes up and he does the same, so to roll over and find nothing but cold sheets actually makes him let out a sob out loud.

He pulls your pillow closer, hugging it tightly and curling himself around it. He knows he’s acting ridiculous and he does not care about it, not at all because his wife isn’t in his bed and he’s all alone.

He’s alright for the first three days, still very withdrawn but he wasn’t too bad. From the fourth day onwards he just got worse and worse. He was not used to going this long without you, without your attention and touches and voice. He’s so used to popping into places he knows you’ll be just to see you, bringing you food or wine or even just to ask your advice for something. Sometimes he’ll even come find you to invite you do dinner despite the fact that you eat dinner together every day.

So yeah he’s not doing very well. I also think he becomes even worse about touches? A servant accidentally brushes against him as they walk past carrying laundry and he flings himself against the opposite wall feeling like his skin is on fire where they touched.

Sparring with him is dangerous while you’re away, and if he loses he will just drop his sword and walk away. He would normally go to you and you’d kiss him gently and listen to him and give him advice. But now he just walks right out.

He also doesn’t make any big decisions? Irrelevant of whether he’s king, prince or prince regent, he always goes to you for advice and to hear your thoughts. You’re an extremely important part of his council and he won’t pledge to anything without discussing it first.

So the whole castle walks on eggshells for the next week or so until you eventually come back.

The moment one of the dragon keepers spots Vhagar, they immediately run to the keep and tell Aemond because they know how badly everyone needs you to be back with Aemond. The dragon keeper doesn’t even get to finish his sentence before Aemond is out the door and running for the dragon pits.

He’s there when you get off Vhagar.

The dragon keepers and servants know better than to try and get close to you before him. Normally, you hand the dragon riders your gear and the servants help take off the gloves and boots but no one moves this time because they all know that Aemond will kill them if they get in the way.

The moment you get odd Vhagar, Aemond is walking forward and before you can even say a thing he’s pulling you into a bone crushing hug. He clings to you as tight as he can, nuzzling his nose against your clavicle. You try pull away a little to give him a kiss and he refuses, his grip on you only tightens.

When he eventually pulls away, you take his hand in your hands and give him a soft kiss. He responds immediately and then hugs you tight again.

“You’re ever going for that long again,” he mumbles against your shoulder, “ever.”

You just rub his back and let him hold you for a moment because you know that there’s no point in trying to tell him you had to go. He’s too upset right now, and he just needs to be reassured to that you’re back.

Maybe you’re supposed to speak to the small council about something or give them a debrief of your trip but you end up only doing that the next day because Aemond refuses to share you with anyone. If anyone else tries to take your attention he may genuinely commit murder because it’s been far too long and he’s your husband, not them. He’s the one who gets your undivided attention.

He walks with you back to your shared quarters. On the way there, run into some of the ladies currently being hosted at the court and of course they all want to greet you and ask about your trip. Aemond is having absolutely none of it. He literally just says, "not now" and drags you away from them.

Normally if Aemond did something like that you would refuse to go with him and punish him later, but you know that this is different because of how long he's had to go without you and so you'll make some exceptions. Of course Aemond knows this, that's why he even did it in the first place. If he thought there was even the smallest chance of you being unhappy with him, he never would have done it.

Once you're alone in your chambers, he pulls you back into a hug, and pretty quickly you can feel his shoulders shaking.

"It's alright," you whisper to him, keeping your voice soft and gentle, "I'm back, it's just us here, it's alright." He nods, but he keeps himself firmly against your shoulder, crying softly.

When he stops crying, you tell him to boil some water and get a bath ready. Ordinarily you would call a servant in to do that, but you can see how unsettled Aemond is, how overwhelmed he is. He's clearly happy you're back, but he's also kind of unsure what to do with himself and clearly is just feeling a little too many things. So you give him a task to do, because that always settles him and he relaxes knowing that he's pleasing you.

You watch as he readies the water and then pours it into the bath with some cold water to make the perfect temperature.

Since you flew back on dragon back, you're in need of a bath before bed and so you tell Aemond to join you and let him wash you. It's one of Aemond's favourite tasks, one that he can't believe he is privileged enough to get to do.

He takes his time washing you, being so so gentle and ensuring he does is properly. Multiple times he pauses and looks to you, waiting for your approval before he continues. You can see him start to relax as he does it, can see the tension start to leave his shoulders.

You'd love to wash him in return, but you know it's not the best idea right then. Aemond is relaxed and at ease because he's served you and he knows he's being good. You know that if you turn the attention back on him and wash him, you run the risk of him getting overwhelmed and shy. So instead you just tell him to wash himself once he's done with you and you make sure to watch him as he does so. He absolutely loves having your eyes on him.

You let him dry you afterwards as well, and when you see his eyes trailing your body, you tell him that he can kiss you too. Immediately he does, kissing your skin after he swipes the towel over it.

He's turned by this point, of course, but he doesn't even think about touching himself. He knows the rules, and he knows you will look after him.

Originally you were going to ride him and edge him a few times, but when you see how vulnerable he is, you change your mind. He's missed you so much, and you can see how he's keeping his hands on you for as long as possible each time he kisses you, like he's afraid you're going to disappear. You don't need to wreck him, he's already wrecked.

Instead, you let him sit between your legs, his back to your front and give him a nice, soft handjob. He's shaking and whining in your arms, nuzzling against your neck and mumbling in high valeryon. He's so beautiful when he cums, crying out as his back arches away from you. He collapses once it's over, curling up between your legs and bringing your hand to his mouth to lick it clean.

You let him shuffle down the bed then and eat you out to his heart's content. He's so so happy, groaning against you because he's having as much fun as you are.

Even once you've came, he stays there and just rests his head against your thigh. He falls asleep like that soon after.

[burnforyou]

PINK, WITH LACE - LUIGI MANGIONE x READER

!SUMMARY! you and your brother are home for break and your brother invites his long term best friend, luigi, over. Luigi gets caught in your laundry basket.

lets just say... the devil made me do it ;)

the possibility of her (or her brother) walking in on me didn’t stop me. it made it worse, actually. i’ve never been this careless about it before. but now i’m standing in my best friend's laundry room, door wide open, digging through her laundry basket.

i smiled when i caught a glimpse of the prize. i pulled out a baby pink pair of underwear i had spotted sticking out of her low rise jeans earlier this week.

i instantly brought the fabric up to my nose and inhaled the pure scent of her sex. i nearly groaned out loud. all of my blood rushed to my core. I palmed my hardening dick in my sweatpants. I couldn't stop breathing in her scent, it was like a drug, all I could consume was her.

i was breathing heavy enough that it could be heard down the hallway, but I didn't care. images of her in the thin lace panties flickered in my mind.

"Luigi? are you alright?" her voice broke him out of his trance. he froze, his panties still against his nose, her scent filling his nostrils. he kept his back to you and spoke.

"y-yeah, I'm looking... for something." he shoved your panties into his front pocket, pretending to be digging through the basket.

"in my dirty laundry?" he could hear the smirk in your voice.

he stood up straight and turned around to face you, his face burning with embarrassment, aware of the obvious item in my pocket.

"I didn't know it was yours..." his voice trailed away as your eyes trailed down his body to where your panties had made a bulge in his gray sweatpants.

"maybe I can help you find what you're looking for..." your eyes trailed up to meet his again, "in my room?"

he twitched nervously, "yeah," he managed to get out through a lump in his throat.

he followed her to your bedroom like your puppy, your brother and parents didn't matter anymore. you closed the door after him and stood directly in front of him.

"what you were looking for doesn't happen to be," you reach out and grab the fabric bulge, your hand too close to his cock, "in your pocket, would it?"

before he could protest, you reached into his pocket and pulled out the lace panties. his body reacting like you had reached into his pants to touch his cock.

"is this what you were looking for?" you held the fabric in two fingers between you two.

he stuttered, struggling to hold onto his dignity. you smirked up at him like you were enjoying humiliating him. maybe you were.

"you know, you could've just asked for a pair, instead of stealing them like some creep." you suggested.

"yeah, because asking for a pair of your dirty panties isn't weird?" instead of responding, you pushed him back down onto the edge of your bed.

"sit back," you demanded, trying to take control. and he listened, backing up against your pillows. "if you would have asked," you crawled slowly up the bed to him and straddled his muscular thigh. you leaned into him, your lips hovering over his ear, "I would've given them to you." he let out a shaky breath. you leaned back and smiled at him, the same old butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

"you don't think this is weird? I'm your brother's best friend, we've known each other for years?" he asks.

"luigi, you're not very good at hiding it." you giggled at his shock.

"you feel the same?"

"if I didn't, would we be here now?"

he leaned up, one hand behind him as support, grasped your chin and kissed you lightly. his hand trickled down her neck, and further until he was softly grazing your side boob through your tank top. you broke the kiss with a laugh, both of your faces burning. it was so personal, your forehead pressed against his, smiles gracing your faces.

"so now you're shy?" he teased. you shook your head.

you laughed again and leaned down to kiss him, digging your fingers into his curls. his hands continue trailing around your upper body, lightly grazing your nipples every few seconds, just enough to get them hard. he pulls your top down just enough for your breasts to fall out. he breaks the kiss and groans at the sight, "oh my god..." he trails off, leaning down and kissing your nipple, then the left.

"you're alright with this?" he looks up at you with his soft eyes.

"yeah," you affirmed.

"yeah, he whispers, his voice course, but sensual.

you press your hand down his chest, feeling the groove of his abs, down to his bulge. he leans back onto the pillows and groans, watching you feel him through his pants for the first time.

you look back, making sure the door is shut tight.

"don't worry about it baby." you pull his pants down and he lifts his hips to help you, his shirt discarded as well. you lick your lips and take him in your mouth.

"oh- oh my fucking god," he groans, holding your hair back. you watch his reaction, his face filled with bliss, his mouth open. "you've been waiting for this, huh?" he smiles down at you.

you reach behind you, still bobbing your head on his cock, and grab your abandoned panties. you reach your hand up to his face and shove the lace in his mouth as a gag.

he whimpers into the fabric, tasting it, while taking him deeper than he ever could have imagined. "oh my god, y/n" he lets out a muffled moan of your name and his head fell back, letting you consume him.

you start to jerk off what you can't fit in your mouth, moaning around the length. he struggles to keep his eyes open, wanting to watch you take him.

a knock on your door makes you both freeze.

"hey y/n, do you know where luigi is?"

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Silver stars

pairing: emily prentiss x fem!reader word count: 1.2 k summary: They’re all going to Y2K. We’re going to the ’70s. Silver stars on your cheeks, leather boots on your knees. You’re here for a case, but then Emily Prentiss walks in, and suddenly it’s not just the lights making your heart race. tags: fluff, slow burn, tension you could drown in, soft touches, 70s vibe, lyric prompt pictures: Jason Leung Unsplash // Ines Kopu Unsplash A/N: Another fic inspired by a new Marina song. Sorry not sorry 😅 The album is just pure gold. I got inspired by the song 'I <3 u' . You can listen to the song here if you want.

They're all going to Y2K, we're going to the '70s Silver stars upon my face, leather boots upon my knees Sorry I'm a little late, I've been spinning 'round and 'round Welcome to the golden age, everything is peachy now Is it something you like? ... Gonna tell you tonight

'Cause I love you, and I know that you love me too I want you, and I know that you want me too I love you, I've been waiting to make you mine I want to be holding you tonight

The lights of the club shimmer like liquid gold. A mirror ball spins slowly above the dancefloor, scattering sparkling stars across velvet couches, hazy bodies, and the soft curve of a disco-era dream. The air smells like hairspray, warm skin, and perfum. Not to mention the electric buzz of anticipation. The kind of night where anything could happen, and probably will.

You step inside first, taking in the grotesque scenery that feels like time travel. Silver stars glitter along your cheekbone, catching every flicker of light. Your black dress clings in all the right places, thigh-high leather boots striking confidently across the floor. You adjusted your collar three times in the car, checked your makeup twice. But none of it prepared you for the way the room stops when Emily Prentiss walks in behind you.

She’s wearing tailored flared pants and a silky, wine-colored blouse with wide cuffs. Her dark hair is parted low, loose waves curling just past her shoulders. A thin gold chain rests just below her collarbone, subtle and intentional. Her badge is nowhere in sight, but her presence still commands the room: all confidence and quiet gravity.

Except when her eyes find yours. Then she softens, just enough for you to catch it.

“Damn,” you whisper, not realizing you said it aloud. “You actually… pull this off.”

Emily arches a brow. “Thanks. You, uh… you look like you walked out of a Bowie poster.” Her gaze lingers on your boots, your glittered cheekbone, your smile, and then back to your eyes. “Yeah,” she adds softly. “You’re… stunning.“

You grin, trying to pray away the flush creeping into your cheeks, and turn slowly toward her.

“Hold still,” you murmur, reaching into your coat pocket, trying not to show how much her compliment caught you off guard. She freezes as you lift your hand, pressing something cool and delicate to her skin. A silver star, right below her left eye, matching to your own.

Her breath catches as your fingers linger a second too long. You can’t force yourself to pull away. Her skin is warm and soft, her cheeks rosy. You look into her dark eyes, and suddenly the music and the case and the entire crowd around you blur into a soft, glittering background.

“There. For luck,” you say, stepping back, clearing your throat.

Emily doesn’t answer, she just stares at you, blinking once like she’s trying to memorize the way you look with lights flickering across your face. Her fingers touch the edge of the star, and you see her swallow. You tear your eyes away from her angelic features, to concentrate on the case. To find your place in this club, this moment.

Emily watches you a moment longer, lips parted like she wants to say something — anything — but doesn’t. She breathes out, quietly, and touches the silver star on her cheek again. As if it anchors her. Or reminds her of something she still doesn’t quite have the courage to say.

It takes five minutes to find your suspect: a man in an all-white suit, sunglasses indoors, dancing like he’s auditioning for Elton John. You and Emily keep your distance, watching, tracking his movements, working as you always do — smooth, synced, professional.

But there’s something different tonight.

Her hand brushes yours when you reach for your comm. Her eyes linger half a second too long when you crack a joke about the DJ. She smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes, like there’s something else she’s carrying. Her thigh presses against yours in a comforting way, grounding you, making you giddy. You try to calm yourself, to not read too much into it. Because why, out of all people in the world, would Emily Prentiss be interested in you?

Later, when the suspect is in cuffs and the team is heading back, you stay. Just for one more song. The vibe of the DJ makes your heart ache, his choice of music sending your toughts spiraling. Emily stays, too, even though you told her it’s okay to head home.

It’s a slow one this time. Soft synth, a smoky beat and fewer people on the floor now. There is a feeling in the air you can’t quite name, full of electricity, unspoken words, and a tension thick as smoke.

You look at Emily, catch her staring. She‘s already looking at you, like she is weighing her options. You don’t say a word, just hold out your hand.

Emily hesitates, and your heart drops, but only for a second. Then she finally takes it. Her palm is warm in yours, soft and full of silent promises. She pulls you closer, one hand settling lightly on your waist, the other still clasped in yours. Your free hand finds the curve of her shoulder. It’s not a practiced dance, it’s instinct, magnetig. As if the music was written just for this.

Her head dips forward slightly, and for a second, you think she’s about to speak. But she doesn’t. She closes her eyes instead, her forehead brushing yours.

You breathe in audibly, watchting the little wrinkles around her eyes, dropping to star you attached hours ago. The silver star is still there, just barely clinging to her skin.

She shifts slightly, like she’s about to lean in further. Her lips part, and your breath catches, waiting, though you’re not even sure for what.

But instead, her fingers lift gently to your cheek. She brushes her thumb over the silver star glinting on your skin, the one you placed there earlier, hands a little shaky at the thought of pairing up with her again. Her touch is feather-light, but it sends a shiver down your spine. Then she takes your hand again. Fingers curling tightly around yours, grounding you.

Her eyes lock with yours, dark, unguarded, and so full of something it steals the air from your lungs. It’s not a confession, but a promise.

“Si tu savais comme j’ai envie de toi ce soir…” she whispers. Not quite to you. Maybe to herself. Maybe to the star.

You blink. The words slide over your skin like silk, smooth and sultry, completely indecipherable, and yet they leave your heart hammering in your chest. French. God, she just spoke French. And it sounded… like something you weren’t meant to hear. Like a secret made of heat and intimate thoughts.

You try to play it cool. You try not to let it show how much it’s affecting you. But it does. Of course it does. Every inch of you is buzzing, trying to translate what she said, trying to pretend your knees aren’t going soft from the sound of her voice. You may not understand the words, not really. But your body does. Loud and clear.

A warmth blooms quietly in your chest, confusing, but steady. You hold her a little closer, breathe in her flowery perfume, brush your nose against her hair. Emily’s breath hitches, and a smile graces your lips.

Maybe, just maybe, tonight is the golden age.

The moment where Emily Prentiss finally finds the courage to tell you how much she wants you. How much she likes your dress, your laugh, your glowing skin. She wants to be the one holding you tonight, and forever. She’s been waiting to make you hers.

Maybe, just maybe she‘s going to tell you tonight, in the darkness of the club, between quiet whispers, 70s music, and the steady beat of her heart.

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(I don’t speak French, so I used a translator. I hope it’s right: “Si tu savais comme j’ai envie de toi ce soir…” = “If you only knew how much I want you tonight.”)

[littlelovelunette]

maybe vi x reader in a pool where vi thinks its cute to swim around but reader is really scared of pools because she thinks the gutters will suck her in and vi realizes and comforts reader ？I like how you write fluff it’s so nice

Follow My Lead

Vi had been swimming around the pool like an excited kid, flipping onto her back, splashing you every now and then with a cheeky grin.

"C'mon, babe, it's just water," she teased, pushing herself up onto the edge before diving back in effortlessly.

You sat stiffly at the edge, feet barely touching the water, heart pounding at the thought of stepping in.

Your gaze kept flickering toward the pool gutters, the dark openings where the water disappeared.

You knew it was irrational, but the fear still clung to you, tightening around your chest.

Vi swam closer, her expression softening when she noticed the tension in your shoulders.

"Hey, you good?" she asked, treading water right in front of you.

You hesitated, swallowing hard before muttering, "I just… I don’t like pools. The drains, the gutters—they freak me out." You refused to look at them, but you could feel them lurking beneath the surface, waiting.

Vi blinked, then her lips curled into a knowing smile—not mocking, just understanding.

"Oh, babe," she murmured, pushing herself up to sit next to you, dripping water as she nudged your shoulder. "You really think they'd suck you in? You’d have to be, like, the size of a damn fish for that to happen."

You shot her a half-hearted glare, but she only chuckled, wrapping a very wet arm around you.

"Hey, I get it. Fears don’t always make sense," she said, rubbing slow circles on your back. "But I promise, I got you. No drains, no getting sucked into the abyss, just me keeping you safe."

You exhaled slowly, leaning into her warmth as her fingers traced soothing patterns on your arm. "You sure?"

Vi grinned, standing up and holding out a hand. "One hundred percent. I'll even stay between you and the scary-ass drains. No way I'm letting them steal my girl."

You let out a breathy laugh despite yourself, hesitating only a second before gripping her hand. Maybe—just maybe—you could trust Vi to keep you safe.

Vi pulled you gently to your feet, stepping backward into the water while keeping a firm grip on your hands. "We'll go slow, yeah?" she murmured, her voice softer now, more reassuring.

She guided you in inch by inch, the water creeping up your legs as she made sure to stay right in front of you.

You tried not to look at the pool gutters, focusing instead on the way Vi’s thumbs rubbed little circles against your wrists.

"You're doing great," she praised, grinning up at you as the water reached your waist. "Told ya, no abyss, no doom, just me and you."

Your breath hitched when a small ripple moved past, but Vi was already watching you closely. "Still with me?"

You nodded slowly, and Vi's face broke into the warmest smile, pride flickering in her eyes. "That's my girl."

She let go of one of your hands and shifted behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist.

"Okay, I’ve got you," she whispered against your ear. "Just lean back—trust me."

You hesitated, but Vi was solid, her arms steady and secure. With a shaky breath, you let yourself lean into her hold.

"Atta girl," she murmured, holding you afloat. "Told you I'd keep you safe."

You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling her heartbeat against your back, her warmth surrounding you.

The water didn’t seem as terrifying anymore—not when Vi was here, her voice soft, her touch grounding.

"See?" she teased, swaying you gently. "Told you pools aren't so bad."

You hummed, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Only because you’re here."

Vi chuckled, pressing a kiss against your temple. "Damn right."

[speedywizardland]

Hey can you do whc boys scenario where they're on a date with reader and see someone hitting/flirting with them

Thankyou💗

Absolutely! ;)

🥊 Ahn Su-ho

Su-ho is super laid-back on your date — probably munching on something, cracking jokes, slinging his arm around your shoulder casually.

The moment someone starts flirting with you (complimenting your looks or asking if you're "really with that guy"), Su-ho freezes mid-bite.

He slowly turns his head like, "What did you just say?"

Then he smiles. Not a nice smile — a scary, I-will-break-your-nose-if-you-take-one-more-step smile.

"You got five seconds to walk away, or I’ll make sure you can’t walk at all."

The guy backs off immediately.

Su-ho goes back to eating like nothing happened but leans over and whispers,

"Let people look. But if they touch, they’ll lose a hand."

🖊 Yeon Si-eun

Si-eun takes you to a quiet museum or café where you can talk in peace.

He’s not overly affectionate, but his eyes never leave you. He's always paying attention — even when you think he's not.

The second someone tries to flirt with you, even in a subtle way like asking for your number or complimenting your "vibe," Si-eun steps in without raising his voice.

"They’re not available. Move."

Cold. Calculated. Devastating.

The person leaves immediately, sensing the unspoken threat.

Later, Si-eun mutters,

"They really thought they had a chance? Tch… pathetic."

Then, he casually offers you his hand, and the two of you continue the date like nothing happened.

🍜Park Humin (Baku)

Humin is the human golden retriever boyfriend — all smiles, loud laughs, and showing you off like he just won the lottery.

You’re shopping or at a street food stall when someone boldly flirts with you.

Humin doesn’t get angry at first — just confused.

"Huh? Are you talking to my baby right now?"

But then the guy keeps going, and Humin’s smile fades.

His voice drops an octave:

"I'm gonna say this nicely once. Back. Off."

He physically steps in between you, his big frame suddenly super intimidating.

Once the flirter leaves, he softens immediately and rubs the back of his neck,

"I didn’t overdo it, right? I just— I don’t like when people don’t respect you."

You reassure him, and he pulls you into a warm bear hug.

"You're mine, yeah? Only mine."

🥋 Go Hyun-tak (Gotak)

You’re out at a local festival or a night market, just having fun — Hyun-tak’s always got that "cool older brother" vibe.

He lets you walk a little ahead to get a better look at something, and suddenly, someone slides in and starts trying to chat you up.

Hyun-tak notices immediately.

He walks up, grabs your wrist gently, and says:

"Sorry, my date doesn’t talk to trash."

He gives the guy a half-smile that’s 100% disrespectful.

He pulls you close and continues walking, shaking his head.

"You’ve got no idea how many creeps are out here. I’m not letting go again."

He stays holding your waist for the rest of the night.

🎮 Geum Seong-jae

The gamer boy takes you to an arcade or PC bang. You’re beating each other at games and sharing snacks.

While he’s off getting tokens or drinks, someone comes up and starts casually chatting you up.

He comes back, sees it, and his whole demeanor shifts.

Doesn’t say a word at first. Just stands next to you with a stare like he’s already imagining their funeral.

Then he throws an arm around you and says very loudly:

"Wow, babe, I leave for two minutes, and you're already a magnet for losers?"

The guy awkwardly walks away.

Seong-jae grumbles:

"People got no shame these days... tsk."

His ears are red from low-key jealousy. He plays it off, but he sulks until you kiss his cheek.

💸 Oh Beom-seok

Beom-seok invites you to a peaceful place — a quiet walk, maybe the park, away from chaos.

He’s soft-spoken but more open with you now. He really cherishes moments with you.

When someone starts hitting on you, it hits him like a punch to the gut.

At first, he just freezes, then says with a cracked voice:

"Please… stop. They’re with me."

If the person pushes further, his tone hardens.

"I said stop."

There's pain and fire behind his eyes. He doesn’t like confrontation, but he will protect what’s his.

After it’s over, he stays silent for a bit, then:

"I know I’m not as strong as the others… but I’ll always protect you. Even if it scares me."

He holds your hand tighter, almost like he's trying to promise he’ll never let go.

[confessedlyfannish]

Six Years Ago

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Sam watches Danny wash the dishes in their kitchen, quietly humming to himself, and wonders how many more days they'll get like this. She comes up behind him and wraps her arms around his torso, resting her forehead against the plane of his shoulder.

He leans his head back until it rests against the top of hers, and they stand there as her hand creeps up to rest on his heart. Danny turns the sink off and they breathe together, slowly.

"Hey," he says, putting his hand on top of hers. His hand is warm. "Still here."

Sam rubs her cheek against the thin cotton of his shirt, and he pulls their intertwined hands to his mouth to kiss her palm.

She pulls away.

"Sam?"

"You talked to Clockwork, didn't you?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he stiffens.

"I saw the pause," she says, tracing the edge of the table they picked out together. "Before you took the kid to Frostbite."

"Sam..."

"I know you were going to tell me. I just thought I'd beat you to it."

"Because I know what you're going to say—"

"Make me a vessel."

"Sam, no," Danny grabs her hands, squeezing. "Please, don't ask me to do that."

"I started all of this, the day I dared you to go into that portal," she says, putting a hand on the face already mouthing a no.

"I don't regret what happened," Danny says.

"Neither do I," she smiles lightly. "I asked you to go in again, remember? I've killed you twice now, and maybe it says something about me that I never felt all that bad about it."

"We were kids," Danny says.

Sam shrugs. "I heard you scream. Both times."

"I'm not as strong as you," Danny whispers.

"I know," she says. "That's why you need me."

Danny's eyes flick up towards the ceiling, in the direction of the guest bedroom. "He's awake," he says.

"Let me talk to him," she grabs the pill bottle resting beside them, turning towards the stairs "You freak him out."

Danny catches her wrist. "I can't ask you...I can't ask you to do this for me."

"You're crazy if you think I'd let you do this alone."

"You hate organized government," he blurts out. Sam laughs.

"Hardly what this is, first of all, second," she smirks, "I guess we'll have to make some changes."

"It'll be hard."

"It's been hard before."

"We'll have to fight."

"Done that too, once or twice."

"And we won't be able to..."

"Yeah," Sam says, resting her forehead against his. "I know."

"You can still walk away from this," his eyes scream for her to stay.

"You're my family. End of."

"I'll change."

"Yes, absolute power tends to do that. You won't be good, because you can't be with all that power, and you might even be evil or worse, ignorant. Someday you'll be stopped. Someday you'll have to be stopped. You're," she swallows, voice cracking. "You're dooming yourself Danny."

"Yes. Please don't ask me to doom you too."

"I don't know," she winds her arm around his neck and presses their lips together, her lipstick staining his lips blue-black. "Sounds pretty goth to me."

"That's dumb," a voice pipes up. They both turn in surprise to see the kid standing in the doorway. With his arm bandaged, his leg splinted and face pale, he still looks pretty worse for wear. He's holding onto the arch for support, and in the other hand he's clutching a crocheted green stuffie of a ghost, complete with red eyes and a black-stitched smile. Upright, he's smaller than Sam thought.

"Absolute power doesn't make you evil. My dad is super strong, stronger than anybody on Earth, he could do whatever he wanted, and no one would be able to stop him," the boy rambles. "But he doesn't, 'cause he wouldn't ever, 'cause he doesn't want to, and that'll never change. Never. He's good. If you want to be good, you be good."

He frowns hard at them, as if willing them to be good with his gaze alone.

Sam glances at Danny, and watches his face go from stunned to inexplicably fond.

"You're right," he says quietly. "Adults can really complicate things sometimes, huh?"

"All the time," the kid says with exasperation, the most put-upon look on his face that Sam has to abruptly turn away before she busts a gut.

"Why can't I fly?" the kid demands. "And why is your hair black?"

"Permission to approach?" Sam asks, putting her hands up when the kid takes a hurried step back. The kid eyes the bottle in her hand and she puts it back on the table, pulling a chair out for him. He chooses to warily limp past her instead, but murmurs a "thank you" as he sits that has both adults biting back grins, especially when it is clear his feet only skim the ground.

"Not going to lie, kiddo, really thought you'd try climbing out the window," Danny says. "Would you like a glass of water?"

"Yes, please," the child says. He mutters something.

"What was that?" Sam asks, smile widening.

"It was too high," the kid repeats, petulantly. "Seeing as I can't fly." He accepts the water with another thank you. He eyes the pill bottle again. "What're those?"

"This," Sam says, scooping it up and giving it a shake. "Is for you." She places it in front of him, and he cautiously takes it.

"Medicine?" he asks.

"Yup, you got it!" Danny says, rummaging through the fridge. "Are you hungry?"

"There's no label on it," the kid says, eyes narrowed.

"That's because we had it made especially for you," Danny explains, unwrapping a turkey sandwich and placing it in front of him. As if on cue, the kid's stomach growls loudly.

The child seems to abruptly realize he is still holding the toy, flushing. He still carefully places it on the chair beside him. Danny beams in its direction.

"Glad you like Blobert, my Dad made him."

"Blobert?"

"The Third," Sam says with solemnity. "Danny's dad is big into crocheting." He'd found it to be a nice outlet outside of ghost hunting, and now their house was full of slightly wonky-looking stuffed ghosts.

"My dad knits," the kid offers around a big bite of sandwich. "Gran taught him when he was little. He says it's relaxing."

"Knitting and crocheting involves teeny little stitches to create something big, right?" Danny says. The kid nods. "People are kind of the same way. We're made up of things called cells, which are super super small, too small for us to see. There's skin cells, and hair cells, and mouth and hand cells. There are pinky toe cells!" Danny exclaims.

"Each cell has a job, like some cells fight germs when you get sick, and that's how you get better. Does that make sense?"

The child nods.

"Other cells make sure that when you eat food, like your yummy turkey sandwich, is it yummy?" He nods again. "Phew! Between us, I'm not that good a cook."

"I liked the mac n' cheese," The boy says quietly.

"You did? I made that," Sam says triumphantly, while Danny obviously sulks. The boy giggles.

"Well," Danny says loudly, "when it comes to your obviously amazingly mind-blowing-ly delicious turkey sandwich, and Sam's okay mac n' cheese—"

"Hey!"

"There are cells that take that food and make sure each cell eats so it can do its job. And if all the cells are doing their jobs then you can do stuff like walk and run or in your case, fly."

"But I've been eating," the kid says, frowning. "And I can walk and run fine."

"You're a bit more special than that," Sam says, taking over. "Most people eat food and their cells know what to do. But some of your cells need some help knowing what to do. It's kind of like they're sleeping and we need to wake them up."

"Do you remember when we first met, and I took you to the sun?" Danny asks. The boy tenses, which is a yes. "I won't do that again, not without your permission. But we realized you needed that, sunlight. It helps wake up your cells."

"Yeah, that makes sense," the boy says slowly. Danny and Sam exchange a look over his head.

"Did you already know that?" Danny asks gently.

"My dad...he needs sunlight too. Sorta."

"Kiddo," Danny says, "the truth is, this isn't your world. Which I think you already know, yeah?"

The boy puts down his sandwich. "Yeah," he says, staring at his plate, and Sam wants to scoop him up and hold him close and tell him everything will be alright.

"Hey, I know it's scary, but we'll figure it out, okay? We're going to get you home, I promise."

The boy's head shoots up. "You know how to get me home?"

"We'll figure it out," Danny repeats. When uncertainty creeps into the boy's face, Danny shakes his head. "No, none of that. We know how you got here. If we time it correctly, we should be able to get you back."

"And in the meantime, you can stay with us," Sam says. The boy turns to her, surprised. "If you want to."

"With you?"

"Me and Blobert the Third. Oh, and Danny I suppose."

"Hey!"

The kid barely smiles. "You can really get me home?"

"Yes, but it might take some time. And while you're here, you'll have to take those," Danny nods at the pill bottle. "Our sun and your sun are different. It's kind of like it's speaking a different language than the one your cells understand, so they're having trouble knowing what to do. Those pills will help."

The kid looks suspiciously at the bottle, then them, then the bottle. And because he is just a kid, stranded and alone in an unfamiliar world while sick and in pain, the suspicion quickly gives way to fear.

"I forgot," Sam declares abruptly, "How unbelievably rude of me! My name is Sam. Samantha Manson," she offers the kid her hand to shake. "And that," she jabs a thumb in Danny's direction, "is Daniel James Fenton. But he also goes by Danny Phantom."

Sam leans in. "But kid, here's the thing. Remember how you asked why his hair is black?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, Phantom is actually Danny's superhero name. Except for me and a few other people, nobody knows Danny Phantom and Danny James Fenton are the same person."

"Wait," the boy says incredulously. "Are you telling me Danny Fenton is his secret identity?"

"Yup," Sam says, blinking as the boy gets more agitated. but keeping her tone level. Danny nods along. "Exactly what I'm saying."

"And you told me?" the boy cries. "You just met me! What if I was a bad person?"

"What if," Danny says, eyes bright.

"What if, indeed," Sam concurs.

"This isn't funny! Secret identities are important, you can't just go around telling people!"

"They are. It would be really bad if you told people Danny was Phantom, actually. But trust is a two-way street, have you heard that phrase before? We want you to trust us, so we're gonna trust you. Starting with Danny's secret identity." The boy stares, stunned.

Sam continues; "Kid, we'll always be honest with you. If you stay with us, we'll tell you whatever you want to know. And we'll keep you safe, until we can get you home to your dad."

"We'll tell you whatever you want to know even if you don't stay with us," Danny says quickly. "And we'll also get you home. But even if it's not with us, you need somewhere to stay. You need regular meals, and a bed to sleep in, and even if it's super boring, school,"

"I like school," the kid blurts.

"Oh? Which grade are you in?"

"I was going to start sixth after summer break..." the kid swallows suddenly.

"Wow, a middle schooler! That's old!" Danny says, attempting to distract him. "Here I thought you were seven!"

"I'm ten!" the kid says, bristling and blinking back tears.

"You must've been looking forward to it," Sam says, shooting Danny a glare. The child rubs furiously at his face. Danny comes around to his other side, crouching down.

"I was...I was going to go to school with my best friend, and I tried on the uniform and it was so cool...and I'd never been to a school with a uniform before and my Mom said we'd have a fitting in September," the boy is picking up speed, "but I wanted to be more like my dad and understand who I was because I feel weird and my powers feel weird and my grandpa said it would help and it would be important," the boy begins crying in earnest, "It wasn't supposed to be forever! It was just for a little while, and then I'd go back to school but I thought it sounded so cool and people looked up to me and I wanted to help and I told my mom I'd be okay so she left and—" Danny pulls the boy into a hug and he collapses into his shoulder, sobbing.

"We'll get you home, hey, hey, it's going to be okay—"

"I don't even know how to take pills!" The boy wails. "My leg hurts!"

"That's because you walked on it, silly goose," Danny says, standing up with the boy still in his arms. He clings to him like a koala. "We'll fix it. Hey, look at me. I'll fix it. Kiddo—"

"My name is Jon!" the boy wails louder.

"Jon, I've got you. I've got you, it'll be okay. I promise it'll be okay."

Oh, Sam thinks, watching Danny cradle the boy. This is going to break his heart.

Part Six

[ihaznoclue]

Edge of the fight ♡♡♡♡

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Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Warnings -> Near death experiences, trauma, PTSD, Nightmares, hurt/comfort, Emotional talks, Experiments, being called a 'failure', Kidnapping, Reader is going through it, Panic attacks, Over protective, Trauma/Past dumping (Woah that's alot)

Authors Note -> Mind you that this story came to my mind late at one night, it came to my mind and I mixed up some stuff in it even though it might not make sense to everyone

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The soft glow from the lairs kitchen area spoils from across the floor as you shuffle in, waking up a bit from what happened last night

Donnie's at the counter, making himself a cup of coffee, he then looks up the moment you enter the kitchen

"Hey" His voice calm and warm, like he knows you don't want to be overwhelmed with what happened but wanted to make sure if you are feeling okay "How're you feeling?"

You shurg as you leaned back onto he counter beside him "Tired.. Embarrassed"

He tilts his head to the side "That second one? Still unnecessary" He says than before you could reply, Mikey suddenly appears behind you as he hugs you lifting you up making you yelp in surprise

"Hey babycakes!" He was quite excited to see you

You laughed - a real one this time

Then Raph walks in, looking like he just woke up as he yawns, "Put them down Mikey" He huffs

Raph's eyes were focused on you, noticing the slight eye bags under your eyes and says "Rough night, last night?"

You node as you gave a quiet "Yeah", He pauses than gives you a look telling you that he was slightly worried for your well-being

Making you feel seen

and that you were going to be okay

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It was now during the day as you heard a noise, everyone doing their own things but you were curious on what that noise was

It wasn't loud, just a noise of something falling or crashing into a wall, then followed by a hiss of frustration and a half-laughed curse under someone breath

You creep down that lead to Mikey's room, opening the door as you saw him sitting on his bed, surround by the aftermath of one of his 'art explosions', pens and paint brushes everywhere and some half-sketches on the floor, crunched up papers thrown everywhere

There was also a ripped out comic book in his lap, his sketchpad been tosses across the room like it betrayed him

He doesn't see you at first but you watched him for a second as your heart slowly sanks

Because Mikey? He was crying

He was silent as you could see his shoulder shaking, hands on his face as he was trying not to make any noise to distract his brothers form what they were doing

You decided to let him know that you were here "Mikey?"

That send him jolting, scrambling to wipe his face to hide those tears away "Oh-! Hey angelcakes! What's.. what's up?" His voice tried to sound normal but it wasn't going to work, he was now cracking a fake smile

"Didn't mean to cause a ruckus, you know how it is" He then laughed "Mikey" You spoke making him stop

He then pulls his head down, nervous to look at you "I didn't mean for you to see this, i'm fine really.. just some art block, I know it's stupid"

"Mikey, it's not stupid" That made him look at you and his mark totally falls apart, his eyes red "I tried so hard to make sure everyone is okay" He whispers

"I keep things light, keep the joke going to hold up the mood and it's like if I stop everything would feel heavy, you know?" He spills out, you then sat next to him as you placed a hand on his shoulder

Your heart ached

"I didn't realize how much pressure I was putting on myself until I saw you- after you falling, after how much stuff has been happening recently and I though, God what if i'm not actually helping? What if I'm just pretending everything is okay while everyone is falling apreat underneath me?"

You felt bad as you reached for his hand to hold, "Mikey" You stated "You're always been helping.. You're mainly the reason why most of us get through the day without breaking. But that doesn't mean you have to carry everyone's emotion and bury your own" You spoke out

Mikey sniffs as he squeezed your hand softly, "It's not weakness to rest, It's not failure to feel, you don't have to be the funny one all the time"

He gave out a little chuckle "You're quite good at this" He mumbles

"Well that's because we have each other"

You both sit in silence for a while, you were still looking around his room to see it was quite a mess but you are going to worry about that later

For now you were going to stay with Mikey until he feels better

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It was now night, the city streets were dark and slightly dimmed by the street lights as the air was heavy with humidity

The brothers are their usual formation but tonight you were with them

It have been a couple of weeks now, weeks of recovery, of laughter, of soft and hard moment - of healing, but tonight.. you were reminded of how quickly everything can fall apart instantly

You're moving through the shadows, as you blended in with the night as you followed Leo's lead

He's quiet and watchful, the weight of leadership on his shoulder as always as him and his brothers were in front of you for safety

Mikey was just cracking some jokes from time to time to ease up your stress as he knew how stressful this can be after healing for a long time

He was keeping the mood up but even he can tell tonight might be different as well, there was tension int he air as something that felt like the calm before the storm

You're more than alert than usual for some reason, you were still shaken from your previous moment of vulnerability with the brothers but you did try to focus more, try to stay sharp

"You good? You look a little tense" Leo asked as he glanced down at you as he was standing on the edge of the rooftop that made you worry for a moment

You gave a nod, forcing a smile "Yeah I'm fine, just keeping my eyes peeled, you?" You asked back

Leo doesn't answer immediately, his sharp gaze scanning the rooftop on other building "Always" he says, then looks over at you again, his voice becomes softer

"If anything happens, just fall back.. We'll handle it"

You were about to respond until there was a scream that cuts through the night like a knife, it was a woman, it sounded desperate

Without hesitation, Leo signals for the team to move out and follow the sound of the women that lead into an alley way

It looked narrow and dark, the shadow growing longer with every step as you walked further and further

..And then you saw him..

Shredder, of all people it was him again

You froze on the spot but Leo's voice took you back to reality as he took action "Move!" He order, launching himself at Shredder as his katanas were in his hands

Raph follows behind, his sais ready for action, Donnie having his bo staff and Mikey having his nunchuks swinging around

But the moment you stepped a little bit forward to join them a loud thump and crack rings out the noise around you

Everything just happened so fast

Shredder was throwing a block of concret towards you, dust flying everywhere around you which caused you to cover your mouth to not breath in

You were pushed back by the force of the block as you stumbled, your vision blurring for a moment, you didn't have enough time to react until you were pulled back by a boxed gloved hand

It was Raph, his grip was firm but there was panic showing in his eyes

"You need to get out of here!" He yells, pushing you away again form Shredder's attacks, that made you stumble to Leo

Your heart was racing as you knew something was off.. you shouldn't be here

Something is gonna get terribly wrong

You hesitate but just for a moment.. then it happens

Shredder was somehow in front of you and in a moment you were thrown against the wall with such force, your body colliding with the wall hard making you lose your breath

You then fell to the ground as your tried to breath your way through as you started to bleed from the back of your head and some on your forehead

Your vision now blurring away as you tried to leave your eyes open, hearing voice call out to you

Your body doesn't respond the way you want it to, you try to move but it was a bad idea btu everything feels too heavy

Pain.. the only word to describe yourself feeling right now

So much pain then blackness covered your vision

'Not again..' you think 'Not..again..'

Through the muffle and ringing sound of the brothers voices calling out to you

Raph and Leo were the loudest one yelling out to you, the sounds of the battle filling your ear to know that Donnie and Mikey were trying to hold Shredder back

You did try to stay awake but everything was too hard to focus on

And then-

Quietness...

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You don't know how long you were out for

When you started to focus on everything around you, it's not the comforting hum of the lair that you could hear but the sharp beep of the machine that were connected to you

You started to blink to focus on your vision more better, the dim light hurts your eyes as you shut them tight again then re-opened them

You then realised that you were once again on the med bed in Donnie's lab, you turned your head to the side as you saw Donnie at your side with his back turned as his face furrowed while his fingers hovering over some of the readings on his computers

Then turned to the other side to see Leo pacing around near the lab, Mikey sitting on the floor as his knees not he ground , his expression was unreadable while Raph was standing against the wall near by with his arms crossed, eyes looking furious

You tired to sit up as your body was surrounded by pain, you hissed at the sudden pain that went through your body

"Easy there dove" Donnie murmurs, gently pushing you back down as you hissed again

"You were hit pretty hard, We're lucky it wasn't.. well.. worse" He said

the silence and the tension

You could feel it lingering around the room

Everyone's avoiding looking directly as you and it hurts, you could feel their guilt and their fear

Like they failed

You sighed as you reached over for the nearest thing which was your arm, but your hands won't respond

The shaking started again, like a warning

Then Leo was at your side, kneeling down to meet your eyes, there was no anger, no blame but just pain

"Name, I.." He spoke, his voice sounding tight "I couldn't get to you fast enough"

"Leo, It's not your fault.." You begin, but the words die on your tongue as Raph steps forward a bit

"You're hurt, and we should've been faster, shouldn't kept you safe, should've.."

You didn't let him finish

"It's not your guys fault" You rasp, struggling to sit up again "none of you are at fault, this is.. this is just the risk we take, we're still all together"

Mikey then suddenly stands up from the floor, walking over to your side

"You don't have to go through this alone.. We're kind of like family, we fight for each other and we protect each other"

The weight in your chest loosens but just a little at his words, it feels like a promise - a promise that you heard one hundred times before but this time

It feels real to know that they will keep their promise

Even if the world keeps falling apart, they'll be there to hold the pieces together

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You're awake again, but this time it's not the beeping machine or the cold feeling of the lab

It was quiet, peaceful.. almost too peaceful

It's strange, you can't really remember falling asleep but when you blink your eyes open, you find yourself in the familiar couch you would usually fall asleep in

The warmth of the blankets surrounding you, you didn't try to sit up but your side stops you

You once again let out a hiss of discomfort, immediately regretting the movement

"Easy there"

the voice was soft, calm and you know it before you even see him

It was Leo, sitting down near by as he was meditating, his figure is silhouetted against the dim glow of the lairs lights, just enough to make him look like a shadow int he distance

You swallow, fighting the haze of drowsiness "You're.. You've been there all night?" You asked

He peaks out as eyes to you as he nodded and you notice the exhaustion beneath his calm demeanor

"I couldn't leave you alone this time, so I stayed" Leo says quietly

"Not after everything that has happened to you.. not after what happened with him" He then shifts, getting up as he moved closer to you

Like he's not sure if you're ready for him to get close but you nod to him as you reassured him that he could

He then reaches out a hand to brush some hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear, making you shiver at the slightest touch

You've always know Leo as the leader, the steady one, the one who takes it all

The weight of command, the responsibility and the shield of everyone

But right now in this very moment, he looks small.. like the mask he's been wearing for so long had disappeared

He watches you closely, like he was waiting for a response from you and you knew what you had to do

You need to show him that he doesn't have to carry this burden all alone.. not anymore

You reach out your hand as you reached it to his face, it was a small gesture to let him not that you weren't mad at him, that you weren't blaming him for this

"I'm okay" You say quietly, your voice sounded like a whisper

"I'm not mad and I'm not blaming you or anyone, you didn't fail me and I'm here because of you guys, I'm still here"

His expression softens and for a second he lets go of a breath that he might of been holding onto

And for the first time in a long while, Leo rests his head on your chest to hear your heartbeat, not as a leader nor a protector but as Leo himself

The person who's carrying too much and who need someone to share the weight with him

And in this moment, you both find peace, a quiet and simple connection

Two people who are broken by the weight of the world but is slowly learning how to rebuild

You then heard a soft and small "Thank you"

"Goodnight Leo"

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-A<3

[lilithschosen]

Smut prompts!

❝ Your heart is beating so fast. ❞ ❝ Be gentle with me. Please. ❞

ok i don't know why my brain decided this needed to be a vampire butch!Agatha thing but it did. lowkey channeled Jennifer's Body too so if you know the movie, you'll see where i got it from lmao

When her doorbell rang late at night, waking her from the light sleep she was already in, she shuffled off to answer it. Clad in a band tee and cotton shorts, she pulls the door open to see Agatha, hands in the pockets of her usual denim jacket.

"Agatha?" Rio asks, rubbing at her eyes as if she didn't believe it. "What are you doing here? Are you okay?"

Agatha just nods, lifting her hands out of her pockets as she flexes her fingers. "Yeah, I just wanted to come see you."

Rio's heart skips a beat. They work together, see each other every day. Why would Agatha desire to see her in the middle of the night? The corners of Agatha's mouth pull up in a slight smile before they drop entirely.

"Can I come in?" Agatha asks, "You don't have to say yes, I can go. I realise this was a stupid time to visit."

Rio steps to the side, taking the door with her. "No, please. Come in."

Agatha's eyes flash with something that Rio can't catch and she chalks it up to still being partially asleep. Agatha glides through the threshold, visibly relaxing as she does. Rio shuts the door behind them and crosses her arms over her chest, her hands hooking on her shoulders.

"So what's up?"

Agatha turns to face her and gives a smile. "I was thinking about you. I do that a lot."

Rio's eyes widen a touch in surprise. "I- oh?"

Agatha nods, stepping into Rio's space. "I've never had the courage to say anything because I never want to put you in a shitty position."

Rio's mind goes blank, internal voice beginning to chant about what positions Agatha could put her in before she snaps out of it.

"I don't think you'd ever do that, Agatha."

Rio shifts, stepping back as she gets overwhelmed at everything happening so fast. "Do you want something to drink?"

Agatha steels herself, chin lifting up. "Sure."

Rio quickly heads off, moving around the stairs and to the kitchen, knowing Agatha would follow her anyway. She takes two cups out of the cabinet and fills them up with water from the sink. As she turns, Agatha is standing right behind her.

Rio jolts in surprise, holding the glasses tight in her hands as she curses. Agatha didn't make a sound, normally the wooden floors creak when anyone gets near them but they didn't with Agatha.

"Sorry," Agatha says, taking Rio's wrist to steady her, "I didn't mean to sneak up on you."

Agatha rubs the pad of her thumb against the pulse point in Rio's wrist, calming her before taking the glass from her.

They sip at the water in a brief silence, Rio's eyes diverting to the floor. Agatha sets the somehow still full cup by the sink as she clears her throat.

"I like you, Rio."

Rio aspirates the water, choking momentarily. She slams the glass on the counter as she puts a hand to her chest as the coughs. Fear flashes across Agatha's face as she reaches for Rio again but recoils and takes her hand back, mentally scolding herself.

"I'm fine," Rio wheezes, coughing once more to be sure she dislodged the water in her windpipe. "You like me?"

"Yeah, though it was obvious. But I guess I'm not as obvious as I seem."

Somehow in the dull, yellow hue from the light above the sink, Rio sees Agatha differently. The once calm and collected woman, in her thick black boots and flannel that she always sees when she walks in early in the morning was now nervous and jittery. She doesn't meet her eyes, hesitating to even be in her space.

"I don't want you to take me as this hard, butch woman," Agatha begins, "I haven't been myself around anyone, but you make me feel safe. That I can be my open, honest self around you."

Rio blushes, looking up at Agatha finally as their eyes connect. Agatha looks away impulsively, face turning to the side but then slowly creeping back. Rio gives a gentle smile, a warm and accepting one.

"I like you too, Agatha."

Agatha's face softens as relief rushes over her. "You don't have to just say it, but I think you're telling the truth."

There was this pull, an allure from the woman. Rio was drawn in the moment they met in passing that first day she joined the Westview Police Department. Somehow Agatha was leaving early in the morning, just before sunrise. She didn't bother to even look at Rio, stalking out of the station and toward her shitty sedan.

She only saw Agatha when she was coming in or leaving, never was the woman there during the day. She assumed it was due to the all nighters she was pulling, which was a common thing since Agatha was the lead detective for the precinct.

Rio came in early every day because of it. A way for her to be around Agatha, to bask in her presence.

Agatha steps forward into Rio's space again. She cups Rio's cheek in her hand, still smiling. Rio's pulse quickens and Agatha's throat bobs up in down from swallowing.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Please?"

Agatha's lips take hers in the most gentle, ghost of a kiss. Something to test the waters. Rio feels her fingertips tingle from it, her hands lifting behind her to grasp onto the counter to steady herself.

Agatha moves in closer, her breath spreading across Rio's face as her gaze flicks between her eyes and lips. Rio's back presses into the counter as she watches Agatha's mouth twitch.

Suddenly it connects, the breaker being flipped in her brain as electricity runs through her brain. The thoughts run rampant, ones she pushed as absentminded and untrue. Fantasies. Something that made her feel neurotic, that there wouldn't ever be a reason her thoughts were real. But now, with Agatha having her cornered in the kitchen at 2am, she sees it.

Agatha's lips pull back as she smiles and flashes her long canine teeth.

"Your heart is beating so fast, Rio."

Agatha's head lowers as she inhales the scent of Rio's fear and something sweeter. Rio swallows hard, fingers digging into the granite counter behind her.

"I've been so hungry," she groans, lips hovering above Rio's throat, "I have needed you since I first saw you, to know you, to have you."

Agatha flexes her neck, extending it as she cracks it and regains her composure. Rio's heart is pounding in her ears, but she can't look away. She wants her in every sense of the word.

"I meant it," Agatha slowly explains, "I don't want to put you in a shitty situation. I'm who I am- what I am. But I still want you for you."

Exhaling a shaky breath, Rio extends her hand to grab Agatha's jacket. "Okay, Agatha."

Agatha's eyes darken, her pupils dilating to swallow the blue irises completely. She juts out her jaw, mouth opening and fangs extending.

"Please," Rio whimpers as she wraps her arms around Agatha's waist and leans in to kiss her again. "Be gentle with me."

Agatha stops herself before they kiss, voice small as she stares into Rio's eyes.

"Always."

Their mouths connect, slow and gentle at first but the passion growing as Agatha's blunted fingernails dig into the exposed skin of Rio's hips. She licks into Rio's mouth and moans feeling how warm it was against her tongue.

Her hand trails up underneath Rio's shirt, her skin reacting and raising as she moves up to her breasts. She palms one, squeezing the flesh with her fingers. Rio's voice catches, the little whimper an untrained ear wouldn't catch but Agatha's do.

She kisses down, lips sloppily descending to her chin then down to her throat. She licks and sucks the skin around Rio's pulse point as she slides her knee between Rio's legs, pressing up into her clothed center.

"Fuck, Agatha."

Agatha grins into Rio's throat, her sharp teeth tracing a line into the skin. Her hand slides down from Rio's chest, fingertips dipping into her navel as she continues down to the waistband of her shorts. She acts as if she'll push beneath them, but doesn't.

"Please," Rio whispers, her own hand wrapping around Agatha's wrist as she guides it into her shorts to cup her. "I need you."

Rio was soaked, and with no underwear on to hold her arousal back, she was dripping down her thighs. Agatha breathes heavily, eyes closing as she feels Rio's desire for her.

Her palm presses to her clit as her fingers spread through her folds. She coats her fingers in Rio's slick before taking her hand out of the shorts. She holds the glistening fingers up to Rio's mouth, wiping the pads of her fingers across Rio's bottom lip before taking them to her own mouth and sucks them clean.

Rio's tongue creeps out, swiping herself from her lip and watches Agatha with rapt focus.

"You're just as sweet as I imagined."

Agatha shoves her hand back into Rio's shorts, pinning her to the counter as she pushes two fingers into her wet heat. They both gasp simultaneously at the feeling, Rio's hands finding purchase in Agatha's hair at the base of her skull in reaction.

"All of this for me?" Agatha asks, pumping the fingers into Rio's cunt, "I could smell you the moment you opened the door. I thought it'd be for someone else."

Rio shakes her head, eyes pinching shut as Agatha fucks her. "Only you. Only ever you."

Agatha's head drops back to her throat, open mouth kisses to the vein throbbing underneath the skin. Rio's walls clench around her fingers as she moans out Agatha's name.

"Are you gonna cum for me?" Agatha's voice was like velvet, pouring gasoline on the fire churning in her lower belly as the orgasm builds, "I bet you look so pretty when you cum, wanna see it for myself."

Rio nods rapidly, whining through her clenched jaw as it continues to build and build and build until the ripcord inside her snaps. She curls into Agatha as she lets go, hips grinding into Agatha's palm. Rio cries out her name like a hymn and it's the closest thing to heaven she'll ever achieve.

Agatha sinks her teeth into Rio's throat, drinking from her at the height of her orgasm. The pleasure sings in her blood and Agatha can barely control herself as she falls into her own orgasm. She doesn't take long to recover, soothing the open wound with her tongue, cleaning the remaining drops of blood in the process.

Rio's head is cloudy from everything Agatha did to her, but she feels on top of the world. Agatha's forehead touches her own as her eyes open. She smiles, thumb wiping the bit of blood off Agatha's chin.

"You are," she stammers, brain still mismatched to her mouth as she tries to get the words out. "You are something else."

Agatha matches her smile, humming. "I know. Kinda happens when you're a vampire."

The honesty and acknowledgement of her affliction makes Rio's knees weak. That she wasn't dreaming it all.

"Are you okay?" Agatha questions sincerely, "I didn't take too much?"

Rio shakes her head, kissing the tip of Agatha's nose. "No, you were fantastic."

Agatha blushes, cheeks feeling warm as she sits with the praise.

"So does this mean I'm yours now?" Rio asks, playful confidence coming back to her now. "I read about claiming in those shitty young adult novels, but I can only assume what we just did means I'm entirely yours."

Agatha gives a breathy chuckle. "Yes, Rio. You are mine now."

[clappingandcheering]

(Luke Castellan x Reader)

You weren’t invited?

Warnings: Soft smut? Making out, a few handsy moments.

926 words, I got tired and a little stumped. It’s kind of shit but this is the first half smut I’ve written; open to advice on it though!

Now Luke and Y/n have a small past—more of a long past—it’s safe to say they are not friends at all.

Luke Castellan was popular around camp for many reasons; most of them were good, but he had his moments with girls; he’s a man-whore, really. Now he was hosting a party, which the whole camp had been invited to except her. 

Y/n POV

Where the fuck does he get off? Inviting everyone but me to a party? Fuck that! If I want to go to a party, I will. What’s he going to do? Beat me up!? As if!

I got ready for the party with my friends and gave them a run down on how I  would sneak in. I was getting into that party one way or another, whether Luke let her in or not.

Now that I'm nearly at the hermes’ cabin, I feel a bit scared; I mean, it’s just a party. Do I really have to go that badly?Apparently so!

I had to jump in through a window—not ideal for someone in a skirt, but I was driven. I had safely (as safe as anyone would be jumping through a window) gotten through the window and was dancing with my friends, enjoying myself drunk off the night.

Luke Castellan’s POV

What’s she doing here? I didn’t invite her? This fucking bitch is in my cabin dancing to my music, and for some reason I like it? No, I’m just drunk, and she’s just a girl. 

He walked up to her regardless of his thoughts, “What are you doing here?” Did that sound too harsh? I don’t even know. “I didn’t see you on the list." Okay, smile. I think I fixed it?

“I came to the party? It’s not illegal to party, is it?” Her voice sounds so smooth—I mean, kind of slurred—but smooth. She looks pretty; her hair looks so messy, probably from dancing, but yet it still looks good on her. Fuck this alcohol must be strong if this is how I’m thinking.

“It’s not illegal, but it’s pathetic; did you need to party that badly?” Gods, I’m such a dick; this isn’t how I wanted this to go...

“Fuck off, Luke, just let me enjoy myself?” Ouch. That was a big bite from my ego. Did she have to be so bratty?

“It’s not like I’m kicking you out? Shit, you’re already drunk and—well, here? Anyway, you owe me!”

Hell yeah, that was a good move, I’m gonna get out of cleaning those tables!

“I don’t owe you shit, Luke.” 

“Yeah, actually, you do.”

Third Person

Eventually she had agreed, and the party went on. Luke stole glances at her and her outfit multiple times throughout the night. She wasn’t any better; she was looking over at him, but not in little glances; it was more of a stare, but the alcohol was making her thoughts get a little slow. And so was his. 

Y/n POV

How the fuck did this happen? Luke and I are making out in the bathroom? Fuck off. Who would’ve known he was a good kisser?

I had one hand on his shoulder for balance while my other was lingering in his hair, tugging every now and then. Meanwhile, his hands were trailing up under my top, creeping up towards my thighs slowly.

Third Person

His hand had crept further until it was now massaging her tit while his other hand was resting on her waist just holding her safely against the bathroom door.

“Are you okay with this?” His words were slurred and sluggish from the alcohol.

She nodded, and he now had her lifted up onto the sink, holding her waist carefully and keeping her stable. Her eyes dropped to his lips and then back up to his lust-filled eyes; she always knew he was good-looking—not that she’d admit it, but he was. And now that she was eye to eye with him in this hot bathroom, she was completely under his control—or maybe it was just the alcohol.

He leant in, and they started kissing. This time, as they kissed, it was slow and filled with something her drunken mind couldn’t figure out. His lips were moving in a perfect sink with hers while his hands fiddled with her skirt, pulling it up so he could move his hand between her legs onto her pants, rubbing her clothed clitter slowly. His mouth had moved from her lips down onto her neck, leaving all sorts of little marks and spots.

“Fuck, Luke” Her voice was breathy as she spoke while her hand ran through her hair and her hips jutted forward for more. “Little more…”

“More? But you’ve been so bad all night? Sneaking into my party, dancing around like a whore,” he teased her and then grabbed her thighs, spreading them, and stood in between her legs, pressing himself against her clothes clitter and grinding into her.

“Wanna give me a hand?” He basically purred into her ear the scent of alcohol present, sending shivers down her spine from his voice and his moves. She let out a breathy “yeah” and then moved her hand down to his pants, pulling them down, and then moved her hand against his boxers.

“Wanna say please, hmm?” She smirked through her drunken estate.

He mumbled out a desperate “Please” before she moved her hand into his boxers, jerking him slowly with her hand.

Knock Knock Knock

“Anyone in there?” 

[atlasscrumpit]

Bucky x Reader

Haircut

You were in your room in the tower, cleaning up.

Sunday's were always quietand you took the chance to tidy up and have some time alone.

You heard a knock at your door and opened it to see Bucky with chunks of his hair cut out.

"What happened to you?" You asked trying to hold back your laughter.

"I tried to cut my own hair..." He grumbled as you bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling.

"Bucky, would you like some help?" You asked as he looked at you and nodded.

"Why didn't you just ask me in the first place?" You asked dragging a chair into the bathroom and getting him to sit down for you.

"I don't like people touching my hair, I don't like talking when someone is cutting my hair it's just...uncomfortable." He said as you nodded a little and thought for a second.

"Alright, well... How about this?" You asked handing him a set of earphones.

"Put these in and just close your eyes and relax, you don't have to do anything but focus on the music while I give you a hair cut." You said as he took the earphones and sat down.

"I guess that could work." He grumbled as you smiled.

"I'll always keep a hand on you in one way or another so you know I'm here, okay? That way I won't scare you too much if I randomly touch you." You instructed as he nodded and put the earphones in and closed his eyes.

You brought out the scissors and a brush and began to gently trim him hair to the length most of the chucks were.

You moved rather slowly, making sure to not spook him whenever you had to cut a new section.

Once you were done you noticed he was in a completely relaxed state, you chuckled softly before tapping his shoulder and letting him open his eyes.

He took the headphones out and looked at himself in the mirror.

"Wow... I look so different." He muttered as you smiled.

"Good different?" You asked finally seeing a smile creep onto his face.

"Yeah... Good different, I feel like the long hair just reminded me too much of...you know." He muttered as you nodded a little and brushed the hair away from his shoulders.

"Expect Steve to get all emotional, you know he's a baby." You said making him chuckle softly.

He knew Steve would be emotional about something as simple as a haircut, but the more time went on the more Steve could see his old friend coming back.

"He's somehow more emotional then you, and you literally cried about a snail yesterday." He said as you looked at him through the mirror.

"He was so tiny!" You shouted making him laugh and shake his head.

"Yes, I know he was. I was the one to console you when Thor stood on him." He said as you faked cried.

"That giant oaf." You muttered making him laugh again.

"Would you two just date already?" A voice startled you both as you looked behind to see Nat sitting on your bed.

"How long have you been sitting there?" You asked as she shrugged and walked out.

"You know...I always wanted an older sister, Nat makes me regret wishing for that." You said as Bucky stood up and smile, brushing the hair off him.

"I mean...maybe she's right." He muttered, looking down at the ground.

"What do you mean?" You asked, obviously you knew what he was implying but you needed it to be clear.

"The first time we tried it we were both in a terrible place, of course it ended badly... Maybe, we could try again." He said, looking into your eyes as you smiled softly.

"I would really like that actually..." You said noticing his cheeks flush a little.

"How about I take you out on Friday? Dinner, dancing?" He asked making you smile with fondness.

"It's a date."

[feelfreetopleasemexo]

Plot

You attend jujitsu with Gojo,

Your first week and you've been sent out with him to learn how to exercise cursed spirits

He leads you into an old abandoned house, scares you a few times, then a spirit attacks you

Takes you back and takes care of you

Next mission you go with Geto, you get kidnapped, but he can't save you

My first week at jujitsu highschool actually wasn't too bad. Don't get me wrong, school still sucks, but having a tall, slim but incredibly built teacher, with glistening white hair who always spouts the stupidest anecdotes, and chucks mochi balls at us if we get answers correct, made it feel a little less stressful, and little more fun. I was a little older than the other first years; they ranged from 16-18, and I sat at a delicate 24, not much older than the freshly born adult range, but scarily older than the 16 year olds it felt. Our teacher Mr Gojo seemed within our age range, which perplexed me, he was clearly the youngest teacher here.

After being told my ranking was Grade 1, I assumed I was a pretty high end sorcerer already, but very quickly found that, even though grade 1 used to be top dog, with the increasing amount of special grade curses popping up, the rankings might need to change soon...

After a particularly strenuous training session, I found Gojo waiting outside my door, leaning against it with a pastry hanging half in his mouth as he frantically texted on his flip phone.

"AH! There you are! Girl of the hour!" He tilts his head, smiling towards me, shoving his phone back into his pocket. He pulls the pastry from his mouth and shoves it in my direct,

"Wanna try? It's sooo goooood." I wave my hand and shake my head gently towards him,

"Maybe another time. I feel like I'm about to split in half after training today, did you need something?"

"Split in half ey?" I find his head lowering as if he was slowly looking me up and down, "Anyway!" He jumped up, excitedly, suddenly appearing next to me with his arm draped around my shoulder, "It's your lucky day! You get to go on a super secret mission with me, Saturo Gojo, the best in the bizz!" He proudly points to his chest as he says his name, laughing, as we begin our walk to the exit of the building.

"Me? On a mission already? Wait, with you as well?! What the hell did I do to provoke such an invitation?!.... Was it because I kicked Pandas ass yesterday?" My eyes dart along the floor as I'm deep in thought, trying to figure out why it was me who got invited to help Gojo out, even if it only meant watching him in action.

"I mean, yeah that's a good start, but I actually requested you for this mission myself. Well, I say I requested....they don't actually know you're coming with me yet, I'm sure Megumi has given Yaga the note by now though..." He smirked and pulled me in slightly closer to his side.

"I'm sure it'll all work out, who's gonna mess with you anyway now that I'm around?" He glanced at me from the side of his glasses, winking then throwing his head back as a laugh roared from his mouth. I rolled my eyes but couldn't keep the smile from creeping on my face.

We met ijichi at the entrance to the school and he drove us roughly 2 hours away of town, to a place that could only be described as 'disgustingly dissolute.' As we exited the car, Gojo got a call.

"Mhm, I'm here. Yeah yeah that's fine." He pauses, a look of concern washing over him, "Oh, he got the note then...yeah she's here. She's fine. You think I'd let anything happ...." The person on the other end of the phone had evidently hung up before he could finish his sentence. He snapped his phone closed and shoved it into his pocket.

"So yeeeeeeeah, Yaga ain't happy. He told megumi that he's instructed ijichi to turn back around and come collect you, buuuuut that's not gonna happen." He flashes a grin and grabs me by the arm, "How can he collect you if he can't find you? Hold on." We suddenly start running towards a block of dilapidated buildings and down a few alleys. We stop abruptly as he pushes me with one hand against the wall behind him. He quietly listens to see if ijichi bothered driving down this side of the buildings, but hearing anything, he looks back at me laughing quietly to himself, to find me staring wide eyed down at the fact he had his hand placed perfectly cradling my right breast. Jumping back and putting his hand on the back of his neck, he quickly apologised for the accidently grope.

"oh shit, sorry about that! It's usually me by myself, or if anyone HAS to come with it, it's usually Yugi...I'm not used to boobs getting in the way when I'm trying to hide someone from others eyeline....felt nice though, so, thanks for that little pick me up!"

"Errrr, anytime I guess?" I muster, trying to pretend I wasn't completely flustered. 3 seconds of grabbing my boob got me this shy and embarrassed? God he's gonna think I'm a virgin! I should've smacked his hand, slapped his face, put my hand on his pec imitating him... He could see the racing thoughts going through my mind as I stood motionless, eyes only darting along the floor again, but he quickly interruptes.

"Ooooh, so you're a thinker...I wish I was a thinker. I just say whatever I want and worry about thinking later. It usually works out." He leans down to look at me, peering over his glasses, clearly trying to crack a smile.

I giggle and brush my hair behind my ear, flattening the creases from my shirt, I ask where we had to head next.

"um...um..." He spins around, looking at the buildings surrounding us, "Oh! There! You see that creepy looking building that looks like it's been burnt to a crisp, and could collapse at a sudden wind? Yeah, we're headed in there." He walks gleefully towards the decrepit building, swinging his arms exaggeratedly beside himself, as I follow on his tail. I don't understand why he looks so cheerful going into a place like this, but hey, it meant I got to watch him work, I couldn't exactly complain about it not being a 5 star hotel now could I.

Once I see him slip gracefully in the half open door, I follow him and find he's nowhere in the room before me. It's an old, dusty grey room, filled with burnt boxes and half a rug that looks like it's been torn in half. Stairs to the back right look damaged and unclimbable, with a hole half way up that seems to dig deep into the foundations of the building, I look to my left and see a room leading to what I assume is a kitchen. I creep into the room, clinging to the wall behind me, careful of my footing and try to enter the room with the tile flooring, to which I find him swinging on a chair, feet on the table, holding a porno magazine sideways, displaying nothing but charred remained of a woman jumping in the air, presumably with her breasts out, covered in white, foam? Soap? It's so burnt you can barely make out the photo anymore.

"Enjoying yourself?" I blurt, as he nearly falls off the chair and drops the magazine to the floor. He kicks it over to me,

"Check out that hottie!" He exclaims, "Get it, cause it's burnt? You get it right?" I roll my eyes and let out a slight sigh,

"Yeah I get it, you're into smoking hot babes." I let out a small laugh as I turn back around and hear him now actually falling off the chair backwards, laughing loudly!

"I knew you'd get it! Cm'here!" He appears behind me, and puts his arm around my waist, pulling me slightly closer into him, "I knew you'd get my humour. We're gonna get along like a house on fire, ey." He whispers into my ear, letting out a proud exhale of air from his nose.

I roll my eyes and ask him what we're doing in a dusty ass house like this, and what made it a special mission in the first place, to which he jumps up and appears at the top of the stairs, proudly proclaiming, "We're here so I can show off!" He wanders off, searching the top floor, as I decide to check the bottom floor. I can hear his footsteps lazily falling on the floorboards above me, as I open a cupboard and books loudly crash to my feet.

"YOU ALRIGHT DOWN THERE?!" I hear panic in his voice, and before I can even reply, I hear a tumble down the stairs, and a second later see him leaning against the doorframe behind me, arms folded, covered in dust, and his glasses hanging half off his face.

"Are you alright there?" I laugh, clearly mocking him falling down the stairs, to which I see his eyes dart behind me.

"Don't. Move." He whispers, a sudden seriousness took over his voice. I stiffen my body and hold his gaze.

"Now walk slowly towards me. SLOWER. Slower. Good. Now just keep coming towards me. I've got you." His eyes widened as he slowly held a hand out to me, I reached for it trying to move as slow as physically possible, to which he suddenly darts at me and pins me to the ground, completely shielding me. I wince and brace myself for impact, and after a few seconds of nothing happening, I slowly open my eyes and see him staring down at me, smiling, still completely ontop of me.

"Spider." He laughs. His chest an inch from my face, I jerk forward trying to bite at his nipple, to which he forcefully uses his hand to push my chest down, now grabbing the left breast slightly.

"Nununuh, pervert. You've gotta wine and dine me first, before biting me anywhere." He flashes a smirk and lingers his hand still on my chest, before looking me up and down and then standing back up, offering his hand out to me.

"So you bring new girls here to grope and have your way with them then I take it?" I snark at him, ignoring his out stretched hang and getting myself up.

"Wait what? You think...?" He breaks out in laughter at the thought of me assuming he wanted to take me. He wipes a fake tear from his eye and rearranged his glasses. I pout and furrow my brow, looking away from him, annoyed that he thought my assumption was a bit too funny. To which I hear,

"why would I take you somewhere like here if I wanted you? My rooms so much nicer. Sound proof too." It sounded like he was whispering it directly into my ear, I could almost feel his hot breath as he said it. Flustered I turn my head to where I thought I heard it, and again, he's nowhere to be found.

I try to shake the fluster from my face, and head back to searching the room, nothing in here looks especially exciting, or suspicious, until I hear a stone hit the full-length window Infront of me. Peering out I see a figure in the alley opposite, hunched over, bobbing his back slightly up and down. I look closer and see puddles of red by its feet.

"Gojo, I think it's outside!" I shout, hoping he's still somewhere in the house, to which the figure abruptly stands bolt up right, as if it heard me, span around and bolted toward me at top speed. Before I could even stumble backwards, it crashed through the window and landed ontop of me, pinning me to the ground and snapping his jaws an inch from my face. I let out a loud shriek as I try to push the beast off of me, but it's sheer force felt like it was merging me with the floorboards. I tried to fling my head up to headbutt it, but it felt like I headbutted a concrete wall, I instantly lose consciousness from the force.

I awake to the fresh air hitting my face, as I realise I'm in Gojo's arms, carrying me out of the building. I look up at him and see a stern, concerned look on his face, as he rushes me to a car. I black out again. When I come too again finally, I'm in my own bed, in an oversized t shirt and trousers that were 100 times too big for me, with the sound of footsteps outside my door. It sounded like someone pacing outside my door, as I open my mouth to speak, an immense pain filled my brain as I grabbed at my head and groaned. The footsteps stopped, and my door flung open.

"You're alive! Thank god! The elders won't have my head for killing the newbie. Phew." An exaggerated sign of relief left his mouth as he realised I was now conscious again.

"As soon as we arrived back at Jujitsu, Shoko took care of you and instructed me to let you rest, and to keep guard outside your door incase you woke with a concussion and needed help." He seemed less cheerful than usual, as caution donned his beautiful face.

Still grabbing at my head with one hand, I tried to chuckle but nothing came out. I grabbed at my throat and felt deep lacerations run along my jugular. In a panic I sit bolt up right, clutching at my throat, trying to make any sound auditable.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he says, rushing to the side of my bed, placing his hands on mine and bringing them slowly away from my scars. " You'll be okay, Shoko said it'll take a few days for your voice to come back, but after that you'll be absolutely fine. That bastard got you good, I'm sorry I wasn't there to stop it before it got to you." Disappointment flooded his face, and I try to muster a smile, and shake my head. I use my fingers to sign "it's okay" in BSL, this clearly perplexed him. He looked down at my fingers, back at my face, back to my fingers and back to my face again, with an blank stare.

"Errrrr, what? I didn't think you knew about domain expansions yet...what the hell are you trying to do?!" He grabbed at my hands and pushed them into my lap, completely confused he looks back at my hands.

I try to giggle and make a pen and paper gesture as he frees my hands, to which he runs off and riffles through my draws to find. It's on my nightstand next to me, but he continues to dramatically find said pen and paper. Holding pairs of my pants, glancing at them and slightly giggling to himself quietly, like a school boys first time seeing girls pants, he throws them behind him and finally finds a pen and some scrap paper. Returning to my side, he passes them to me and after scribbling for a second, I shove the paper in his face that simply reads,

"GIVE THEM BACK."

I stare at his pocket and give the "give me" gesture with my hand, clasping it open and shut repeatedly. He pulls a bright pink thong from his pocket.

"Ooooh, how did THEY get in there. Heh." He chuckles, tilting his head sideways and giggling to himself.

I scribble again. 'Nice try.'

He jumps up from the side of my bed and rushes out the door. 'fuck me then I guess... Bye?' I start to scribble, hoping he'd look back before disappearing, but it was too late. Having left my door wide open, I try to get out of bed to close it and immediately topple to the floor. I couldn't feel my feet. I look up, defeated, and see him stood in my doorway again, this time holding 3 notebooks, about 10 pens, and 2 bags full of small boxes.

"As nice as you look on your knees Infront of me, what part of rest do you not understand?" He whisks me up in an instant and puts me back into bed. "Now, here's some food and plenty of paper so you can scribble your demands to your own personal Gojo nurse." He places his hands on his hips, comically striking a fanciful pose before catching a glimpse of a note on my bed out of the corner of his eye.

"hmm what's my next demand? Oh... Fuck me? Well...straight to the point I see." He smirks, holding the paper tightly in his hands. My face turns bright red as I scramble for the note books to explain that it was part of a previous note, to which he pulls them away from me and leans down close, looking at me from over his glasses. "Maybe when you're all better." He winks and clicks his tongue at me.

"Anyway, this nurse has to run some errands quickly, I'll be back in a little while. At least pretend to rest, I can see you're already pretty stubborn, but there's this new ice-cream flavour I've been meaning to try, and I know JUST the movie we have to watch later. Cya!" I lay my head back into the pillows and clench my eyes shut! Why did it have to be me that lost my voice? It would've been significantly funnier if it were him that lost his ability to ramble! Maybe then I could be his nurse....

After 2 days of Gojo doing his best at play pretend nurse, and sleeping next to me, ontop of the duvet every night in case I needed anything throughout, I finally managed to get my voice to come back!

"Fuck off" I lowly grumble, as my voice finally starts to become somewhat audible. It's a low, croaky husk, but it counts!

"Of course your first words are an insult to me." Gojo giggles, trying to help me stand but ultimately pushing me back onto the bed as I topple backwards.

"Seeeee, be nice to your nurse or she'll spike your meds." He taunts, looking down at me struggling to sit back up.

"Now that you're all better, I guess I can finally leave this smelly room and go back to my glorious kind size bed. Ooooh how I've missed comfort of any kind. These last few weeks of sleeping on nothing but ROCKS on the floor have ravished my good looks and fragile body!" He lays his arm over his forehead dramatically, pretending he's been at all hard done by.

"you....had...most....of....the...bed....every....night..." I slowly grumble, throwing a notebook at him, narrowly missing him.

"Yeah yeah, it might as well of been rocks on the floor, how do you sleep on that horrible thing?! I feel like I've aged 30 years already." He leans back, clicking his back and bends forward, stretching his lower back muscles, then waltzes to the door.

"Right, don't forget, if you need anything, ask literally anyone else from now on, Kay?" He smirks and with that, hes gone.

I won't lie, having his undivided attention and company these past few days has been nice. I find myself missing it already...a DVD case hurled its way towards me, hitting me in the middle of my forehead.

"Oh, and we're watching THIS tonight." I hear from the shadows of the corridor.

"At...least....close...the....DOOR..." I try to shout, grabbing at my throat.

After a terrible movie, I can barely keep my eyes open through, I find myself drifting off towards the last half of the film. When I wake I'm snuggled into Gojo's chest, with his head hanging back on my bedframe, snoring loudly. Careful not to wake him, I lay my head back down gently and smile at the position we've found yourself in.

A low, tired voice mumbles, "I saw that." Eyes still closed, smiling at me, I feel his arm pull me slightly closer into him, before his snoring continues.

The next few days I worked on getting my balance back and my voice better. Gojo had to go off on another mission, but promised to bring me back some fancy porno mags he finds at his next destination. I find myself sulking that I now had to sleep by myself again at night, and realized just how much I did miss his comforting snores. I turned to class the day after he left, finding comfort in the routine returning, I couldn't help but find myself looking towards the door every couple of hours. He hadn't returned in 4 days now, were his missions usually this long? Was our recuperation session too much for him, feeling bad about potentially leading me on, was he now avoiding me?

After a week of no Gojo, and my first chance at trying training again, I hear a chuckle from Geto as he watches Megumi wipe the floor with me, hardly holding back at all.

"You'd think he'd try to be more gentlemanly wouldn't you? Especially after what you went through, but alas, still a child with the trophy in his sights." Getos gentle smile made the pain ease slightly, as he gestured for me to walk with him.

"Now, please don't feel like you have to accept this invitation, especially not in your current state, but I spoke to Saturo and we both decided it would be good for you to get back out into the field." His calming voice settled any worries that arose from the initial statement, I agreed and asked him to assure me I was going to be a hindrance on whoever I was joining.

"Don't worry, you'll be joining me. It's only a Grade 3 curse, and even in your weakened state I'm confident even you could best it." He turns his head towards me, smiling gently still, and I accept.

"Perfect. We leave in 20."

"Right...now?" I confusingly express, looking down at my dirty uniform. "I don't think I have...enough time to change and....meet you back here in time." My voice still hurting to speak, but slowly regaining it's original tone.

"Don't worry, we'll only be an hour at best, I'm sure you'll be fine." He reassures me, and walks me to the archway, awaiting our car.

After a short ride, we arrive at the edge of the city, immediately Geto runs from the car and enters a building to our left.

"I don't know why he offered to take you to this, he's almost as fast as Gojo, and in your state, you'll be lucky to meet the door before he's finished absorbing it." Ijichi explains, a worried brow creases his forehead.

"I'm sure I'll..be fine." I whisper, stepping outside of the car. I walk towards the building Geto ran into and immediately get bombarded with curses spilling out of the now flung open door. They force me to the floor and trample me.

"Ambush!" I hear Geto scream, I hear ijichi's footsteps running towards me before a hand grabbing the front of my shirt rips me into the stampede and carries me away.

I try to scramble my way out of the mass, before darkness enshrouds me and completely blocks my view. A voice suddenly bellows from above me,

"Two men trying to protect you? You must be worth something." The mass parts like the red sea above me, peeling away a curtain of bodies to show a woman, floating above me. A slender woman with a low cut top, miniskirt and a long flowing black jacket, floated down towards me.

"I could have sworn Gojo and Geto were getting it on, but then I see him straddling you in that abandoned building, and I just thought....let me guess, Geto lets you share him on the weekends?" She smirked, tracing my jaw with a finger. I pull my face away and try to swipe at her, she laughs slightly and appears next to me,

"I wouldn't blame you yano, they're both so intoxicating aren't they! I can smell the aroma of love leaking from your pours, you're almost as in love as I am, now tell me....which one?" I lay back, trying to flick my legs out to kick her but with the bodies still moving under me, and her immense speed becoming even more apparent, I flail and nearly get sucked back under the mass supporting me.

"Lust. Leave her be. She's a newbie, a nobody." I hear Gojo's voice from the surrounding area, the woman lets out a flirtatious laugh and the mass slowly, dropping the support as I crash on the ground. As the mass dissipates, I suddenly feel a weight on my back, it's her, she's now sat on me.

"So you've succumbed to your urges and are straddling nobodies now are you, Gojo? I thought you had a little more restraint than that." She reaches down, starting to play with my hair. I try to roll over but then she appears, straddling me now.

"I mean, I wouldn't blame you, she's kinda cute... especially when she's scared." She leans forward and tries to press her lips onto mine, I fling my hand into her bright white hair and pull it from behind, forcing her to arch back up.

"Feisty too, I see why you like her." She giggles, slashing giant claws at my stomach and appearing instantly next to Gojo who now stands almost at my feet, lunging towards me. She reaches to grab him by the collar but her hand gets blocked by an invisible wall. She chuckles and gets forcefully pushed away as Gojo spins around and flicks his fingers in her direction.

Pulling me to my feet, he takes out a bandage from his back pocket and shoves it into my hands, forcefully.

"Fix yourself up, " he looks down at the blood pooling at our feet, "FUCK!" he grabs me, as I start to fall to my knees.

"it's not my blood Gojo!" I pant, desperately looking to see if his shirt is soaked in any way.

"Its..mine." Geto mumbles, dropped from above us to our feet. Large lacerations cover his chest and arms, as the woman laughs at her artwork lacing his body.

Gojos eyes widen as he suddenly grabs both me and Getos arms. Suddenly we were then flung into the car, as Gojo desperately orders ijichi to take us to Shoko. He slams the doors and we speed off. I try to help stop the bleeding from Getos chest as he pants that hes fine. I look back out the car window and see flashes of red and blue fill the sky.

"He'll be fine...he's bested her before. He always wins. That beautiful maniac always wins." Geto musters between pants as I try to apply pressure to his wounds. He lets his head drop back down as he passes out.

After Shoko meets us at the gates, and ijichi helps carry Geto to her office, she fixes us up. I only have minor bruising and scraps, so she focuses her attention on Geto who's significant bleeding doesn't slow. After an hour or so, she finally fixes him up and orders me away, I return to my room and flop on my bed, still terrified that Gojo was fighting that lady in the alleyway.

I jolt awake after having apparently passed out from exhaustion, to Gojo laying next to me, panting heavily, his beautiful white hair now strained with blood splatters. His shirt ripped open and trousers barely held on to his hips, as I automatically placed a hand on his chest.

"Such....a....bitch" he pants, barely able to control his breathing. I pull my hand away as he grabs it, putting it back in its place on him.

"Not you, idiot, that stupid bitch from before. She nearly got me a few times there, who the hell strips naked half way through a fight anyway?!" His annoyance seemed to disappear as he spoke, "kinda hot though so, can't really complain." He giggles, half opening an eye to look at me.

"Seeing her straddle you too, whilst trying to make out with you," he makes a chefs kiss pose with his hand to his lips, " now that's something I won't forget for awhile." His grin fades slowly as he starts to snore, he's clearly exhausted so I let him rest, pulling a blanket over him as he lay half sprawled across the bed on top of the duvet.

I slowly slide out of the bed and head to the kitchen area of the building to get him some water and food, when I turn around and drop the glass shattering on the floor. He stood leaning against the doorframe; his usual stance apparently now, with his shirt still undone, and now in his boxers which also barely clung to his hips, it seemed even the slightest breeze would make them fall to the floor revealing his manhood. His head hung lower and soft pants leaving his mouth.

"Don't leave me high and dry like that, I wanted to snuggle." Lifting his head slightly, he flashes a soft half smile at me.

"I...er..wanted to get you some food and...wait, snuggle?" I let out an embarrassed chuckle as I try to sweep the floor of the remaining glass shards. As I'm bent down I feel his back suddenly pressed against mine as he lays over me, his head over my shoulder,

"Carry me to bed. I'm tiiiired."

"if we weren't back to back I could, now get...off." I shove backwards getting him to stumble to his feet,

"HEY! I took care of you, now it's time to return the favour! I don't want Shoko touching me everywhere, scolding me for not being more careful, and for letting you and Geto get hurt, AGAIN."

"GETO! Is he okay?!" The worry in my voice apparently stirring something in him,

"Yeah yeah, your boyfriends fine. It'll take more than a pair of tits to bring him down. Well, now that I say that..." Jealousy lingers on his lips as he trails off, chuckling to himself.

"Oooo someones jealous." I tease, putting the shards in the bin and fixing him a new drink. "Now, let's get back and I can be your nurse this time." My face flusters as I actually said this out loud, instead of keeping it inside.

"My nurse ey?" He tilts his head and looks at me over his glasses, raising his eyebrow, clearly intrigued.

I try to hide my flustered face as I turn to walk out the door,

"C'mon now, time to change your adult diaper." I giggle, trying desperately to walk away from this awkward situation I had put myself in.

"Nah, I think it's time for a bubble bath. You proooooomised."

Getting back to my room, he flops on the bed face down and lets out an exhausted long moan. I perch next to him and trace my fingers up and down his back, comforting him.

"Mmmmmm... Up a bit, left a bit, down a bit, yeeeeeeeah" he shudders, directing my light tickles. He spins around and as I pull away, he places my hand back on his abdomen and lets out a needy 'hmm' as he drags my hand up and down frantically, implying he wants me to do the same but to his front now. As I try to copy the patterns I did on his back, I can't help but trace the indentations of his abs, terrified of tracing a little too close to his pelvis.

"You're allowed to go lower y'know, I don't bite. Not when I'm this exhausted anyway." He lets out a soft chuckle as he keeps his eyes closed and flings an arm over his eyes.

"Yeah yeah, I bet I am." I tease, circling back round to the top half of his stomach. He grabs my hand and slowly starts to drag it lower.

"Can you do it there for me please? It kinda tickles." He leads my hand so I'm tracing over his hips, just an inch away from where his waist band sits. I can feel the nervousness rise in my body as I'm practically glowing red now. I feel a throbbing sensation take over my body. I pull my hand away and sit back slightly, clearly uncomfortable with this new sensation filling me to the brim. He pulls his arm slightly up from his right eye, sleepily peering out at me,

"Not like it? That's fine, sorry I asked." He lets his arm fall back over his eye.

"It's not...nevermind." I make my way to the top of the bed and climb under the duvet, careful not to kick him in the top of the head as I wiggle my legs under. He sits up and climbs himself under the duvet too, he needily forces his head under my arm and cuddles to my chest.

"Mmmm. Now I get to be the little koala." His head nestles between my boobs as he sinks into me, I immediately feel my chest start to race.

"Y'alright? Sounds like you've run a marathon." He sleepily exhales, as he snuggles closer into my chest, almost suffocating himself.

"Hmhm." I muster, trying to control my breathing. Was he blissfully unaware that he was nearly suffocating, or did he genuinely just not care? I lay my head back and continue to trace my fingers along his back as he nestles into me.

"Can you even breathe in there?" I chuckle, looking down at him, my boobs covering his nose and mouth almost entirely. He nestles deeper into his chest, almost pushing me back further into the mattress. A muffled 'mmhmm' comes from his mouth. His arm drapes across my waist as he comes up for air, his white hair a mess covering most of his face.

"Built in cushions, you're lucky yano that!"

"Well I can't exactly use them myself now can I?" I giggle, looking down at him all doey eyed and sleepy.

"True, my bad." He nestles down back into them, "more for me then." He says muffled, back into the 'built in pillows'.

I lay my head back and softly chuckle, as I feel his hand move slowly towards my hips. So slow infact, for a second I assumed I was making it up, but as I realize he is indeed moving, my legs tighten together. He lets out a soft laughing exhale and flattens his warm hands on my waist band.

"Don't worry, I'm only teasing." He muffled, still content with barely being able to breathe.

"I'll let you wiggle if you want me to carry on." Suddenly I am incredibly aware of every muscle in my body, instinctively I try not to move, thoughts racing through my mind.

"Oh yeah, a thinker." He giggles to himself. I lightly tap the back of his head in annoyance, and a low annoyed 'mmm' comes from him.

"I wouldn't want to take advantage of a poor, injured boy." I say, flustered, terrified to let him know my body now physically aching for him to continue.

"Poor? Boy?" He lifts his head up slightly, looking up at me with his eyes half open. "Poor? Definitely not. Boy? Even less likely. " He pushes his hand slightly harder onto my waistband. As I sharply inhale, he lets out a low giggle and smiles to himself.

"Yeah, yeah, that's what I thought." He says, flopping his head back down onto the suffocating mound of my chest.

Almost instinctively my hips move slightly, my body defying my mind, and he slowly moves his pinkie finger so it rests slightly underneath the elastic band of my pants. I sharply inhale as he slowly continues to move the rest of his hand lower and lower into my pants.

He begins to leg his middle finger slide down into my creases, applying the slightest twing of pressure on my clit. I jolt and he giggles, inhaling my scent, he pushes his head harder into my chest, as I feel his mouth open slightly. As he begins to slowly circle my clit, I feel him softly kissing my chest, I grab the bedsheet with my other hand and squeeze tightly almost pulling it off the side of the mattress. Getting faster with his circling, I arch my back and feel euphoria fill my body, as he slides his fingers down and teases the entrance to my pussy. I let out a slight moan as I grind into his hand, he lifts his head and starts to push his hips into the side of me. Kissing my neck, he slowly enters a finger into me, his long appendage reaching places I never could, and I feel him press on the spongey button I was completely unaware was inside me. A sharp exhale leaves me breathless as I grab the back of his hair. Sliding teasingly slowly into and out of me, I feel his other hand reach down as he starts to rub his cock. A low growling 'mmmm' leaves his closed lips as he starts to turn my hips towards him, I feel him get faster with his thrusts, each time pressing harder and harder inside me. As he quickens, I feel him rubbing the tip of his head onto my clit, up and down slowly teasing me with soaking wet I already am. I grab his hand and pull it from me, and as I do so, he reaches round to grab my hips and pulls me closer to him.

Reaching down he guides his precum glistening head to the entrance of my pussy and stops, teasing me. He reaches down to grab my thigh and pulls it so it's now hooked over the top of his hip as we face each other. He nudges his chin on top of my head, to get me to look up at him, as his glassy lips softly meet mine. Before embracing he whispers into my open mouth,

"Tell me to do it." His low voice almost heavenly whispering to me. "Tell me to put it in you. Tell me to fuck you. T,tell me."

"P,please. Please fuck me. I need to feel you." I beg. And as this escapes my lips, me thrusts his throbbing head into me.

"Think you can take it?" He proudly asks, holding the back of my neck with his hand.

"Make it fit, make me take it." I instruct, completely dickdrunk already, before he's even done anything to me really. He lets out a devious exhale and his smirk widens, as he pulls me closer to him, thrusting deeper into me.

With a sharp inhale, I now see what he means, barely half way in and I'm already struggling to breathe. I swear he's about to rearrange my womb to my throat at this rate. He starts to thrust in and out of me, slowly at first, trying to inch more and more of himself inside of me, before I dip my heel into the back of his hip, and pull him all the way in. We both gasp at the sheer pleasure of his now soft pubes meeting my clit, as he then pushes me to my back and presses his hand next to head onto the mattress. Holding onto my thigh with his other hand, he begins to thrust his cock deep inside me, each thrust filling me up like he's trying to push the air from my lungs. With each thrust, my moans become louder and longer, he shoves his tongue into my mouth as we begin to moan between flicks. He sits back and puts my leg over his shoulder, one hand on my lower stomach and the other around my throat, he now begins to pick up the pace.

"Say it. Say my name. Let everyone know who's pussy this is." He grunts, digging his nails into the ankle he's holding.

"Sat...Sat...Saturo...It's...yours...I'm yours.." I gasp, desperately trying to get my brain to form any coherent words. Pounding harder and harder, I can feel every vein, every muscle contracting inside of me, he lets go of my throat and slaps me across the face.

"Yeah, that's right, let everyone hear...you're fucking Gojo, the greatest sorcerer in the world. And you're going to have his cum leaking out of you for days." Grunting, sweat dropping down his Adams apple onto me, I open my mouth to taste it.

"Oh, you wanna TASTE me now do you?" He smirks, "Well, if I wasn't so hellbent on cumming inside of you, I would've let you taste all of me." He grabs my face, and thrusts slower, deeper inside of me. I feel him swell bigger with each longer thrust, as he releases his hot cum inside of me, failing slightly closer to me, he catches his fall with his arm placed next to me.

He lets out a low giggle as he stays inside me, his white hair dripping wet with sweat, strewn across his face.

"Well," he pants, "I'm sure everyone now knows who's pussy this is." Closing my eyes I let out a laugh between deep pants, and moan and a quiet 'yeah' from my lips.

He pulls himself out me, a string of cum still connecting his head to my pussy, he flops next to me. Both frantically panting, he looks over at me and a sweet smile grows on his face.

"Yano, I could do better. Give me five and I'll try again." He chases the sweat dripping in-between my chest down to my belly button, and slaps the tiny pool of sweat gathered there. I flinch and swat his hand away.

"I'm barely conscious as is, how about 10?" I mumble, barely able to keep my eyes open.

He climbs back ontop of me, cock still hard, he leans in close to my ear and whispers,

"I meant seconds."

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✶࿐ Summary : now, that you're in the past, can you able to make the future for better or for worse?

✶࿐ Word Count : honestly, no idea

✶࿐ Warnings : 18+ Eddie Munson x Future!FEM!reader, cursing, reader is adjusting in the new environment, comedy, sci-fic, time travel, set in 1986, reader lives in 2024, toxic point of view of religion, slight panic attack, erm- not going to spoil anything but yeah 👀

✶࿐ What to Expect : fluff at the start.....angst at the end hehe

✶࿐ Note To Reader : I can't believe y'all enjoyed part one of this series! I seriously cannot wait for it all to lay it out here for you guys to read! 🥺🫶🏻✨

✶࿐ Author Note : reminder that this series is inspired from my favorite TV shows/films and I just simply incorporated them all together and of course, my touch to make it an original work of mine! so, this is very special to me! I hope y'all liked this one again 💗

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❦ 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙖'𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙚 ❦

A faint sound of "Madonna - Live To Tell" is playing through your walkman that is Chrissy kept holding onto it, she wrap her arms around herself, worry is still evident in her eyes

Eddie is sitting beside her as his knees bopping up and down as he twists his rings anxiously

After pacing in front of them for a while, you sat in front of them

You don't know what to say to them

You know they don't know what else to say too

After what just happened

You sigh as you try to muster up, "We need to call Dustin"

Eddie slowly raises his head up to look at you

"Henderson?" He asks in question

"Yes, we need to talk to him" you nod as you looked around for a telephone

Chrissy tries to give back your walkman but you stop her "You still need that, just keep it to yourself for a while"

She purses both of her lips as she softly mutters "Okay"

"Why do you want to talk to him and also how did you know him?"

"That's....a lot of explanation to tell"

All of you got startled from the sudden knock at the door and all of you got alerted looks from each other

Eddie is the one who stood up but you tell him to stay put as you slowly walk up to open the door

"Max?"

The red haired girl furrows her brows at you, "Who are you?"

Eddie ran up to your side, "Oh, hey, red"

She darts eyes at you and back to him as she let pushes herself in the way to get inside

She saw Chrissy who is now standing as she twiddles with her thumbs

She shakes her head in confusion "I heard screaming outside and uh...." She trails off and averted her eyes elsewhere

You know what she's trying to say, so, you tell her

"Max, I think they both have an idea of what's exactly is going on here"

She squints her eyes at you as she ignores your words, "Eddie, who is she?"

"I-" he got cut off

"How in the world she knows my name when I haven't even seen her around here before" she crossed both of her arms as she became guarded in your presence

"She saved me"

Max turns her back at you to look at Chrissy, "What?"

"She saved my life"

"From who?"

"Vecna"

"Can we not mention that name?" Eddie winces as he get the creeps just by hearing that name again

"Okay, you need to talk" Max stomps towards to Eddie and aimed her finger at him

"Why are you pointing at me when I also have no idea who she is!" He defends himself as he exaggeratedly gestures his hands and arms at you

"Before I get to start talking we must call Dustin first" you ignore their banter as you headed at the telephone

Eddie is dumbfounded that you knew his phone number and Max raised both of her eyebrows

Chrissy clears her throat as she approached them stealing their attention away from you

"I think I need you to fill you in about her" she says to Max who is now intrigued by you

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"So, you're telling me that she knew what you're seeing something while in a trance?" Max is trying to connect all of the puzzles together as she starts realizing a little bit that she gets the same symptoms that Chrissy has

"Yeah" she softly answers as she glanced at you and Eddie by the telephone

"And she knows how to prevent it?" Max gestures to you as she couldn't believe that you knew about....oh, she hopes that you're thinking the same thing as her since they've kept this as a secret

Chrissy nods as she deeply sighs as she leans backward in the couch

Max kept a serious face as she slowly processing the information that Chrissy told her

"He's not answering the phone" you sigh as you put back the phone on its place

"Of course, he doesn't, it's literally 9pm?" Max tries to reason with you as she points at the clock but you're not giving up

"We need to come over to his house" you start picking up your bag as you walk past to Eddie who is freaking out following you

"What? Are you crazy-" he exclaims but you cut him off with a deadpan stare

"Do you want my help or not?" You massage your forehead in annoyance as you raised both of your brows at him

Eddie looked behind him, where Chrissy and Max already stepped out to his trailer as he groans and start to get his van keys

He parked the van on the side of the road as all of you stare at Dustin's house, the living room is still has a light beam which means the TV is still on as it peaks through the window

"What now?" Max asks as she watches you step outside of the van, Chrissy kept her eyes on you

Eddie turns off the engine quickly as he jogs over to catch up with you

Before he asks you on what to do, you say "Throw rocks at Dustin's window" you whisper

"What- why me???" He whisper-shout as you picked up the small rocks and places them into his palm

"It's because when he sees you, he'll come by on an instant without hesitation"

You looked over at Eddie's van as you saw Max and Chrissy walking outside heading towards at you both

"Tell him to come over at their garage"

"Wait-"

Before he can say anything else, you're already with Max and Chrissy who are now entering Dustin's garage

He sighs as he starts throwing the small rocks into Dustin's window

"Isn't this trespassing?" Max questions you as Chrissy looked at you thinking the same thing

You halted for a second, but still continue to enter inside

"At times like this, we can't think about that now" you say as all of you succeeded stepping inside with discretion as you wait for them

Eddie throw 2 and 3 more small rocks at window as he curses under his breath

"Come on, Henderson, wake up, open the light" he muttered as he throws the last one

As if he can hear his words and it did turn on the lamp to his room as he can see the silhouette of his young friend walking towards the window

Dustin glanced at his digital clock as he grumbles, "It's almost 10pm, my god- if this is Mike, I'm gonna punch- what- Eddie?"

"Come over to your garage" he whispers as he kept his voice to minimum

"Wha-what are you doing-" he whispers back with a confusion sitting on his face

"Just come over to your garage" he said it with a stern demanding voice as he disappears in Dustin's line of sight

Dustin quickly removed his robe and starts wearing his long sleeve shirt as he quietly walked down the stairs but for some reason he stares at his walkie-talkie and grabs it before he leaves his room

He sees his mother asleep on the couch as the TV is still on as he carefully crosses the room behind her

When he enters at the garage, he is so extremely confused at the group of people that he is seeing right before his very eyes

Eddie, Chrissy, Max and.....you?

"I know this is a lot to take in but we don't have much time" you say as you walk closer to him

Dustin pulled his brows together at you as he looked at Eddie in question

His metalhead friend sighs, "I introduce you to the mysterious girl that I encountered earlier in the woods"

"Alright, Dustin's is here, now, tell us" Max voice is firm as she looked at you curiously

"Tell us what?" Dustin asks as he looks at everyone in the room

"She's not from around here" Chrissy told him as she awaits for your answer

"So, what- if she lives outside of Hawkins?" Eddie's face crumpled as he shakes his head aggressively

"Not like that exactly-" you got stopped when your phone rang as you start fishing out of your pocket

All of them jumped at the non-stop ringing sound on whatever that was and all of them looked everywhere where that is coming from

You open up your phone as you swiped down to your notifs

90+ unread messages

65+ missed calls from Veronica

As you start checking everything that is going on your phone, you forgot to look at the people in front of you who is now jaw dropped of what they just saw that you're holding in your hand

"Okay, so- uh- don't panic, that's just the sound.....of my phone" you close off your phone as you slowly raise your head and saw their shocked faces as you look at them bewildered

As they kept darting their eyes on you and to your phone

You flash them a tight-lipped smile as you finally declare

"I'm from the future"

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You told them everything from the very beginning on how you ended up stuck in here

But, you saved the other mishaps that happened before you got transported in this world

You really don't want to mention about your personal matters and well, if they ask what will happen next.... you don't want them to freak out and panic

"So, that's what brings you here?" Dustin points at the cassette tape that you're holding

"Yeah" you answer with your head hang low

"And you live in 2024?" Max leans closer to you as you could see the confusion swirling to her eyes

"How old are you?" Chrissy asks as she analyzes your features

"I'm only 20" you step back when they're invading your personal space but you can't help but to also understand their curiosity

"And your shirt?" Eddie gestures to your acid wash grayish nirvana long sleeve

You look down at your shirt, "Oh, they're a band from the 1990's, they're grunge era"

"What's grunge?" He piques interest as he asks again

"It's a music genre" you watch as Eddie eyes go big as he wants to learn more about the music in the future

You chuckle to yourself to his reaction, as much as you love music, there's only a few music artists that you adore today, you will always go back to the classics which where most of these kids that you are with, that's the era that they grew up

You know Eddie will be disappointed if he knew how horrible music today is

Music nowadays has lost its soul

"Do you have any siblings?" Dustin asks you again as you feel like you're being interviewed

"No, it's just me" you answer feeling tired to all of this

All of them are surrounding you and you feel overwhelmed from every question they asked

Before they can ask again and you know it will take longer than usual if you don't stop them

"Okay, guys, as much as I wanted to answer everything, y'all missing the point of why I've gathered all of you in here" you tiredly sigh as you lean your back against the wall

"Right, right" Eddie shakily runs his hair through his finger as he steps beside you which you got surprised by his sudden close to you but you brushed it off

Max nudges her head to Dustin and Chrissy to follow suit in the corner of the room

You glanced at the kids are still talking privately, you noticed that Eddie didn't stop being fidgety as you ask him politely

"You okay?"

"Hm?"

"I said if you're okay, you seem so tense"

He stares at you as he sees the genuine care in your eyes as he speaks the truth

"I-I don't know?" He sighs, "I feel uneasy ever since you told something about me in the woods"

Oh snap

You straighten yourself, "I'm sorry, that's why I just can't say outwardly of what will happen next"

He nods as he swallows the nervousness that is crawling back inside of him

"But you'll be okay, Eddie" you give him an endearing smile

A smile that is supposed to be foreign for him but it doesn't

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I'm here"

Your small talk with Eddie has cut off when Dustin runs to talk to you

"You know about the upside down?!?"

Eddie looks at him in confusion as he shoots his eyes back at you

You glanced at the metalhead and back at the kid who is trying to pick up the pieces together or else he will blow up anytime soon

Max who is standing beside Dustin who is anticipating the answer that will come out from your lips

"Yes"

You saw the way Max's eyebrows twitched and Dustin that you swore his body took a goddamn screenshot

He is really a expressive young boy just like Steve said when you attended one of his meetings about the dark side of Hawkins

"H-How?-" Dustin stutters as his mind goes to mush as you continue to explain

"Everybody in Hawkins knew about the upside down when an earthquake happened"

"What?" Max steps forward to you as all of them look at you in shock

"Many people thought it was just an earthquake but they were wrong when the upside down takes over at Hawkins" you shift in your stance as you feel the heavy weight eating you up at the next questions that you wanted to avoid

"Is it about to happen anytime soon?" Chrissy asks and you can't miss the hint of fear in her voice

You looked directly at Eddie and to Chrissy who is waiting for your answer as you break off the eye contact at them

"I-I would rather not say"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Max exclaims as she frowns at you

You walk out of the garage, your chest heaves as you try to breath out as you glanced over your shoulder

Dustin catches your discomfort as he tries to hold off Max who is tailing behind you

You can see the heated expression on the red-headed girl, you're really trying so hard not to crumble but Max is not helping

Eddie and Chrissy looked at each other, the color from your face is gone as it turns to pale

"That is so bullshit! You came here telling us that you're from the future and now you won't even tell us what's going to happen?!? What are you trying to protect?!?" She angrily shouts at you not even caring if some of the neighbors heard it

"Max, stop being so hostile-" Dustin tried to pull her away from you so she couldn't reach you but she snatches her arm away from Dustin's grip as he groaned, he gave you an apologetic look for a second as he continues to give you some space

Chrissy can sense that you're about to explode from the way your hands starts to shake as she nudges Eddie to check on you but it was too late

"Because I know somebody died!" You turn around to face them as you yell the words that you wanted to keep it to yourself

Max's face turns to worrisome into mere seconds as if she wasn't having it moments ago

Dustin's lips were apart as he looked over at Eddie who is now looking at him in concern as Chrissy eyes stings from the tears that forming in her lashline

"W-What" Max stumbles back as she couldn't comprehend of the words that you just said

"It's March 21 1986 today and if I wasn't here, somebody else would've been dead, okay?" You sniffle as you hiccuped in your own tears

"The case was so horrendous that it's still talked about after so many years later because t-they just won't believe that Vecna did it not someone else who is innocent"

Max is dumbfounded as she listens to you

"What do you mean?" Dustin genuinely asks as he takes in your shaken state

"Somebody else got involved it and they all blamed on that person"

"it's me, isn't it?" Chrissy's voice sounds so broken as you looked at her in worry

You slowly nod as she let her tears fall, even she is scared of this revelation she managed to give you a smile, "I know why you couldn't just tell us" she wipes the tears from her face with her fingers

"Because you we're afraid if things go backwards" she adds as she nods in understanding

You heard everyone audibly gasped to this as you let the words slip right through you, "I was petrified to say it to you, so, my apologies" you shakily swipe the tears rolling down from your cheeks

"Oh my god" Eddie places both of his hands on the sides of his mouth as he looked at you and Chrissy

"I think we got enough for tonight" Dustin clasps both of his hands together as he checked his watch, it is getting so late

"Wait, before you guys go, can we meet up again tomorrow?" You ask nicely as Dustin tugs up a smile on the sides of his lips

"Sure, you could have this" Dustin walks towards you to hand out the walkie-talkie but before you can protest, "Don't worry, I have another one in my room"

"Chrissy, please kept my walkman close to you and I think you shouldn't let anyone know about anything of this because-" you carefully explain it to her until she finishes the last sentences of your words

"No one will believe it, I know" she says as she nods

"I-I'm sorry" Max softly apologizes to you as she couldn't even look at you anymore

Who would've thought you could intimidate the Max Mayfield, when she was the fiercest member of the group? even at 2024 she never lost it, you learned about her personality and you know how serious she is when it's about her protecting her loved ones

Your eyes crinkle in empathy as you looked at her as you placed your palm on her shoulder, "I know and it's alright, I mean- who am I to be believed in right? I'm just a stranger to you that just pop out of the blue" making the young girl in front of you grew a smile on her face

"Not anymore to me" Chrissy speaks up which makes you chuckle in amusement

When everyone bid their goodbye's, you're harrowing at the thought of where you could stay in for the night

When you have absolutely nowhere to go home to since you're in another time

When Eddie gets back from the gasoline station to fill up the tank from his van, he sees you distressed as you try to mask it as if you were truly okay

"Do you have any place to stay?" He asks as he enters inside to sit on the driver's seat and closes the door as he kept his eyes on you

You stare at him and you see the mindfulness on his eyes as he patiently wait for your answer

"The truth is I don't know yet but I'll figure something out"

"I ain't gonna let you travel around Hawkins at this hour especially when that V-Man is at its height"

"V-man?"

"The guy from Chrissy's trance"

You looked at him in deadpan stare as he huffs at your face as he turns on the engine, "Welp, okay, that's a bad joke-" he starts to ramble as you finally let out the cackle that is building up inside of you

He doesn't know what it is, he knows that he only knew you earlier but somehow he feels sheltered around you

He even likes to bottle up the cutest laughter so he could treasure it forever

"Wow, I made you laugh" he says as he continues watching you as he nodding along at the same time as your laughter died down

"Not to boost up your ego but you really did" you giggle as you tuck your hair behind your ear

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"Milady" he dramatically bows to you as he opens the door for you letting you first inside

You chortled as you walked forward, "Oh"

"Oh? Is that a good "Oh" or a bad "Oh" he questions but not without the mischief on his eyes

Why does it feel natural to talk to him as if he only met you earlier? Your feelings never faltered whenever you stepped into their abandoned trailer, it's still the same whatever year it is

It feels like home

You smile as you shake your head at him, "Not a bad "Oh" you dork, I just feel....safe" you mindlessly admit it as you let your eyes roam across the room

You missed the way his eyes softens, "But pardon me for asking this, do you have a name?"

He laughs the way your eyes go big that you forgot yet again to mention your name, "It's Y/N"

"Y/N" he says your name as he nods to you

Fuck, your name sounds so good when you hear him saying it

"I'm going to get some clean blankets, so, we can both finally rest" he awkwardly almost fell down to the floor when he starts to walk backwards, sighing in relief that you didn't saw his mistake

"Okay" you say without looking at him but a amused smile is written on your lips as you got fascinated at the mug collection that is displayed on the shelf that sticks to the wall

That's where the melatonin in your brain takes you, the moment your eyes fell down to the couch

You yawn as tears begins to form in your waterline as you lay on the couch and literally passed out to a deep sleep that you can't even fight it anymore

"Thank god, I have another pair of.....clean toothbrush" he panicked slightly when he loses the sight of you but when he heard the soft snores, he clutches to his heart when he sees you laying down beautifully on his couch

Your hair is spread out elegantly, honest to god, he swore to himself that you look like an absolute princess despite the modern clothes that you're wearing

He catches himself smiling down at you and he thinks to himself "Stop being weird" he brushes at the thought that he thinks you're pretty

He carefully held your head and along with your body into a bridal style, if you're awake right now you will be absolutely loosing your marbles

The time when he's carrying you in his arms, he got himself staring at you again, you even snuggled closer to him as his cheeks burns to a deep red color to your sudden action as he gulped nervously

He had a few crushes here and there at school but they always took it down or just laugh on his face as he walks away in humiliation

But he had never

Ever had a girl in his trailer or even on his life this close

He took in a deep inhale through his nose as he softly muttered, "Get yourself together, Munson"

He left his bedroom door open as he kneels down to put you down on his bed as you immediately get comforted by the soft mattress

He curses himself out again when he noticed that he's smiling because of you, he unfolded the blanket that he was about to give it to you earlier, he tucks you in, you sigh in content

He looks at you for one last time, before he exits his room but the moment he steps away, you took his wrist making him startle, you're sleep talking

"He's not a bad person" your eyebrows furrow as if someone else is inside your mind

"Don't arrest him"

"Please, don't take him"

"He's innocent"

He listens to your pleas as he automatically rubs circles to your shoulder when he sees you crying in your sleep

His eyes went instantly large when he doesn't know what to do, making himself to be beside you on his bed as he sits up and brings you closer to him holding you tightly as he squeezes your hands for reassurance

"I'm here, Y/N" he wrap his arms around you when you couldn't stop calming down, you're shaking and murmuring every word that he doesn't understand but he doesn't care at this point

He wants you to be okay, he won't rest until you're stable enough to be asleep peacefully

When he saw your breathing steadily, he sighs as the sleep begins to cover him as well

He blinks so much to fight off the sleep to watch you if you're truly okay

"Don't leave me" it's the last thing you ever said, your voice sounds so small and broken as you hug him tight afraid that he might disappear

"I won't, Y/N" he says to you as he crashes out of slumber

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"Honey?"

"Yeah?"

"It's for you"

Chrissy was about to climb up through the stairs heading towards her room and she nervously walk down through the telephone as she slowly raises the phone to her ear

"Hello?"

"Hey, baby, I'm sorry to wake you up, I've been trying to call you since your cheerleading practice is over at 7pm right?"

"Y-Yeah"

"Where were you? Did you got home safely?"

"Yes, The girls wanted to extend it, so-"

"Oh, that's why your parents told me you got home late this evening"

"Yeah" she starts to chip off the leftover nail polish out of anxiety bubbling up to her senses as she wants to hang up

She knows even her own boyfriend won't believe her what happened tonight, even your words didn't left her mind not one bit

"Are you okay, Chrissy?" She flinches when she heard his voice in the telephone

She even feels guilty at this point of not telling the truth to him, but he does have flaws to fill up the void of what isn't enough, he doesn't even fulfill his duty to be her boyfriend

She knows that she will be judged if she open up to his boyfriend, it's like he always say to others "Just pray to God, you will be fine" she overheard from his basketball playmates at school, she knows at some situations that he is right at that but this?

This means something else, she wanted him to be there for at all times without judgement, she wants her to accept that sometimes all we needed is someone else to listen in our life that understands us that is willingly to listen whatever is clouding up to her brain without the thought of being ashamed for it

"Chrissy? Are you there?" He asks yet again snapping out her thoughts to his voice

"Huh? yeah, I'm still here" she swallows the lump on her throat as she exhales

"Listen, uh- I think I should go"

"Of course, baby, goodnight, I love you"

"I love you too"

After Jason hangs up the phone and places back where it belongs, one of his varsity friends comes over to him

"Man, you're not going to believe this" he is absolutely surprised to this scoop that he finds out from one of Chrissy's classmates

"What is it, Patrick?" He unenthusiastically asks as he hops down at the stool to straighten himself up

"Chrissy went with Eddie Munson to his van after the cheerleader's practice"

"What?!?"

Unbeknownst to them, one of their playmates heard this as he begins to ponder of his decisions of joining this group after they just literally won the basketball championship game earlier

Why do they care so much about Eddie Munson, when they could just celebrate their win?

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It's Not What It Looks Like

for @msdjsg7

Welcome to Chapter 2 of my first fic, first Loki fic, and first char x reader fic, Taking Chances! You can find Chapter One here.

Warnings/tags: a little bit of strong language (shut it, Steve), good!Loki, fluff, soft!Loki, Avenger!Loki, you and Loki are friends (maybe eventually more, oops that could be a spoiler), Loki's in a stabby mood for about half a scene

No age limits

Fandom: MCU movie Loki

You blinked awake slowly after the best sleep you'd had in weeks to find yourself in a bed not your own. Too much green.

Then you noticed that you were in someone's arms.

Loki's?!

You shifted a bit, embarrassed, trying to remember how you got here. Oh, right... in your exhaustion-hazed brain last night, you thought getting your Jotunn best friend to cuddle you to cool you down in place of the air conditioning was a good idea. Yeah. That's right.

Loki stirred a bit and woke up at your movements, that malicious smirk creeping onto his face as he looked down at you. He didn't need to say anything - his face said more than words could. He thought this was funny.

You glared at him. "Shut up," you growled as you shifted away, trying to put some distance between you two. Anything to make this less awkward, oh Norns why did I ever think this was a good idea, I need to get away from him I don't like the butterfly feeling I'm getting right now because it's starting to transition to turning me on...

He actually smiled at you. "I haven't said a word, darling." He paused for effect. "You, on the other hand, were... rather demanding last night." The smile became his trademark smirk once more. "It's not often a woman forces herself into my bed and orders me to hold her."

Your glare intensified as you pulled away, out of his grasp, and slipped out of the bed entirely.

You didn't expect long, cool fingers to wrap around your wrist and keep you from taking another step.

Loki had moved faster than you'd ever seen any being move before to grab your wrist and prevent you from leaving.

You froze for a second, barely able to believe your ears at what he said next. "Did I tell you that you had to leave?"

You finally snapped out of your holy-shit-is-this-really-happening trance, not making any more moves to leave, as you said "I should... It's dawn."

"I see that. What I do not see is how the sunrise has any bearing on your staying with me or leaving. It's quite rare that anyone chooses to be near me." He attempted to pull you back.

You sighed, but let him pull you off-balance so you landed back beside him. "If the others see me sneaking out of your room, they might, well... get ideas." You said as you settled back in beside him.

He chuckled softly at that. "Mm. Perhaps we shouldn't allow that."

"Then why do you want me to stay?"

"Simply because I desire your company, is that a problem for you?"

It was once again your turn to be shocked. "N-no. It's not. But you only get five more minutes."

He pulled you close enough to put his arms back around you. "I shall not keep you a second longer than you wish."

You two laid there a few more moments, simply existing together and listening to the sound of one another's breathing. When the five minutes were up, you reluctantly slipped out of Loki's grasp, eliciting a small, sad whine from him. "Already?"

"Yeah, Lokes. I really need to leave now." You said softly as you headed for the door. "See you at breakfast?"

"Won't miss it, since you asked me." His reply was barely audible through the blankets he'd burrowed back into.

What the fuck was that all about? You thought as you headed back to your own room for a shower.

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When you walked into the kitchen after sneaking back to your room to get ready, Natasha grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side without even giving you a chance to say a word. "So. You and the iceman, huh?" She whispered, looking at you with a conniving smirk.

"Wh- what are you talking about?" You said, trying to feign innocence despite the blush creeping onto your face.

"You went past my room last night and this morning."

"So?"

"Loki's is the last. Mine's next to his."

"It- it's not what it looks like, Nat, I swear..." You managed to say, looking away from her piercing gaze.

"Sure. We've all seen the looks you two give each other, haven't we, Clint?" She called over her shoulder to her partner in crime.

Clint, in the middle of shoving waffles into his mouth, glanced up and said something unintelligible due to his mouth being full.

"See? He agrees." Natasha locked that intense stare she uses during interrogations onto you, daring you to lie again.

"Oh my Gooood..." you moaned in exasperation, rolling your eyes while you frantically formulated a lie.

"Yes?" The smooth voice beside you shocked you, and you glanced over to see Loki smirking at you. "You called?"

"You're not helping, Loki!" You shot him a glare. "Tell Nat why I was in your room last night." You attempted to communicate with your eyes that he needed to lie to her to un-incriminate you both. Tell her anything but the fact that I demanded you cuddle me.

His eyes lit up for a split second - you could practically see what he was thinking. 'This is going to be fun.'

"Well, Miss Romanoff, she walked into my room, forced herself into my bed and demanded that I hold her because it was "too hot everywhere but with me."" He put little air quotes around the last six words - he must have picked that up from Thor.

"God damn it, Loki, why -" your protest was cut off by Natasha's "HA! I KNEW IT!" She triumphantly high-fived Clint and you noticed her surrepititiously being handed money by Sam, Steve, and even Bruce. Thor looked pleased.

She turned back to you with a satisfied look on her face. "JARVIS, you can fix our changes now."

"With pleasure, Miss Romanoff." the AI replied, sounding almost... teasing?

"You see, we've all seen the looks you and Reindeer Games here give each other. So lady triple imposter and her birdbrain decided to do something about it. We actually were all in on it." Tony added from the coffee machine.

"I had JARVIS crank up the temp in your room, the hall, and a little bit in Loki's." Clint said around his fork.

"I obeyed, but made certain that your thermostats showed no change." JARVIS added from the ceiling.

"I went along with their grand scheme and made it believable, didn't think it'd work though." Tony chipped in again from behind his coffee mug.

"I orchestrated all this because you two clearly are all heart eyes for each other." Natasha said, looking satisfied.

"And we bet them it wouldn't work." Bruce, Sam and Steve added sadly.

Thor now looked confused. "I.. was told to ignore everyone else and keep quiet."

You and Loki exchanged identical infuriated glances and took a simultaneous step forward, reaching for your favorite weapons - Loki conjuring a dagger out of thin air, you drawing the one he gave you from its sheath on your hip. "Lot of planning just for it to backfire on them, huh?" you said as you and Loki advanced on the others. "Mm." Loki agreed.

"See? You even reacted the same!" an unfazed Natasha managed to say through her laughter.

Sam's eyes got big and he stood up, tugging Steve and Bruce, who was getting nervous and looking a little green veined, with him. "Thor, should we run?" he asked, already heading for the door.

"I advise it. My brother rather enjoys stabbing people who get on his bad side." Thor replied.

"Relax, Dr. Green Bean. Don't go smashing the place." you said as you passed Bruce being tugged along by Sam. "We won't touch you three."

Loki paused and touched your wrist with his free hand. You glanced at him.

"Perhaps we should give them what they wish?" he whispered just loud enough for the others to hear.

"How... do you propose to do that?" you replied, confused.

His free arm slipped around your waist. "Is this okay?" He looked pleased with himself.

Why not, you thought, and said as much as you leaned into him.

"We've changed our minds." Loki said as he lowered the dagger in his hand and you sheathed yours. "However, conspire against me again and you will see why I am called the god of mischief." He, without warning, threw his dagger, embedding it in the wall a few inches from Nat's head.

"HEY! You WILL be fixing that, and by hand, not with magic!" Tony complained at the hole in the wall that appeared when Loki made the dagger disappear, and reappear back in its place in his room.

Loki pulled you a bit closer and led you along with him as he stepped around Tony and towards the cabinets to find something to eat. As you moved beside him, one thought ran through your mind.

What the fuck is happening between us.

[terrytyun10]

TIME IS YOURS - kang taehyun

warnings: fluff, petnames, skinship note: my first written post on tumblr and decided to dedicate it to the man in my username. idk how im gonna do but oh well, we all start somewhere don't we :))

[ tags: @sikkkko @slytherinshua ]

(lowercase intended)

you looked at your watch, 22:17 it read. a cold wind flew by causing goosebumps to erupt on the back of your neck. your boyfriend was to go to Japan for a shoot. though the trip would only last around a week, you couldn't help but miss him already. thus, here you were, a night before he was supposed to take off, in front of his dorm, waiting for him to come down.

"y/n?" you heard a voice. you turned around and saw taehyun. he was wearing a black hoodie, and on his head rested a beanie. you walked towards him and pulled him in an embrace. taehyun hugged you back slowly rubbing your back.

you broke the hug after some time. "what happened baby? you fine?" he asked and you suddenly felt too embarrassed to admit that you were missing him. so much that you couldn't concentrate on your work at all since the evening. so much that you couldn't take it anymore and just rushed to his dorm. so much that you completely forgot to take a jacket or just anything to keep you warm on this cold night. so much that right now, just being in his arms made you want this moment to never end.

"nothing. i just- wanted to see you, i guess" you replied chuckling awkwardly. taehyun grinned taking your hand in his and walking towards you guys' favorite spot.

"your hands are cold" he said, softly rubbing his thumb on yours. "yeah they get cold easily" you replied. taehyun noticed your ears getting red and stopped walking. he then took off his beanie and put it on your head. after setting it, he held your cheeks that were cold and pale due to the winds and kissed your forehead making you smile.

"missed me?" he asked still holding your face. you nodded as you couldn't lie when he's looking like that at you. taehyun smirked "aww my baby" he cooed and you smiled, now crimson creeping up your cheeks.

both of you walked around the block, hand-in-hand in silence, the comfortable silence. when you reached the dorm, a wave of sadness and nostalgia washed over you. it was already time for him to leave. he would've stayed with you for the night, but if he stayed with you, you would've never wanted him to leave and taehyun who couldn't deny you, would've gotten late for his flight. so maybe it was for the better.

"thank you" you said "for taking your time out for me at this late hour." taehyun turned to face you, a neutral expression on his face and said, "i'm not 'taking' my time out for you. my time is yours, i'm just spending it with you." taehyun then smiled warmly and kissed you on the lips before going back to the dorm leaving you flustered and satisfied.

(soft taehyun agenda🫡🫡)

[alaydabug2]

@thishumanformislimiting @nowjumpinthewater

FINISHED

Yeah so I thought I was done.... several times

But it kept growing 🫣

Like I said my hand slipped

Oopsies

(Luca pov)

Luca had his arms loosely around Ama's waist. His head settled in the crook of her neck. His breathing had grown shallow over the past few hours. The venom of the Hera Asp was slowly making its way through his bloodstream.

For miles in every direction, dessert stretched past the horizon. No help or antidote in sight.

The dull ache in his ankle had spread throughout his leg. A slight movement would cause discomfort and numbness. Sweat trickled down his back and his head swam.

Amarande turned to look at him. Her emerald eyes fixated on him. "Luca, are you alright?"

He swallowed, mouth sticky with thirst. "Yeah." Stars, it was getting hard to breathe. "I'm okay. Just... tired."

"I'm pulling over," Amarande decided. She pulled on the reigns, steering Mira towards the watering hole.

"No, Ama. I'm fine. Just keep going. We'll get back in time."

Ama was already panicking. Luca needed her head to stay clear to get them home. He didn't want to imagine what would happen if they couldn't.

But, he was having a hard time staying upright. He'd begun having moments where the world tilted. He was afraid of falling off their horse. Lying down and closing his eyes for a while didn't sound terrible. Resting might give him the strength to get to Ardenia.

Mira came to a halt by the shade of a lone tree. Amarande clambered off and tied up the horse. She helped Luca down off Mira's back.

Luca winced, unable to hold any weight on his ankle. He practically collapsed, landing in the course sand. He laid his head against the root of the tree.

Amarande brushed the plastered hair from his forehead. Her hand cupped his face. It was cool against his skin.

"Your fever has gotten worse," she murmured. She took the water skin and almonds from the saddle pack. "You need to drink."

She brought the water skin to Luca's lips. It was warm from hours in the sun. The liquid sloshed in his stomach. Amarande offered the almonds, but he shook his head.

"I'm going to look at the bite," Ama announced.

Carefully, Amarande rolled up his right pant leg. Luca gathered the strength to lift his head. The necrosis had spread nearly to his toes, beginning to creep up his calf. Ama's expression was grim.

She pressed against his toes. "Are you able to feel that?" When Luca shook his head, she moved to a quarter way up his shin. "Here?" Nothing. It was only half up his shin when he began to feel the searing burning of the venom.

She sat there for a moment. Luca was unable to read her expression. She finally stood and began gathering sticks for a fire. When he tried to get up to assist, she stopped him, advising he keep still.

Once the fire was blazing and the water skins were refilled, she crouched beside his head. "I'm going to have to amputate part of your leg. The necrosis has spread too far, and we won't get you home in time before it kills you."

Luca was glad he rejected the almonds earlier. "What? No, we'll make it in time. I'm fine." He lifted himself on his elbow in attempt to get up and prove it, but Amarande stopped him.

"You're not," she warned. "Even if we did get home before then, it will still need to be taken. If it's done now, you'll at least be able to keep your knee. I'm not losing you now. Not like this."

That last line was what finally made him lay back down and accept his fate. Amarande pulled out her sword and held it above the flame to sterilize it.

Luca squeezed his eyes shut. His heart was already beginning to race, and that wasn't good regarding the venom coursing through his veins. Breathing didn't help calm him.

Would he be able to work in the stables anymore? He certainly didn't want to abandon the horses in this way. He didn't have the money to get any prosthetic of the sort. While King Sendoa always made sure the sevants were taken well off, he was gone now. And any attempt Ama would make would be futile if they didn't allow her to have any sort of power in her own Kingdom.

He hated being helpless like this. If this was how he'd live out the rest of his days... And that was assuming he didn't aquire an infection or the amputation kept the venom at bay.

Amarande came back over to the tree, propping her sword against the trunk. She'd procured a small sewing kit from one of the stolen saddle bags.

"Try to relax," she told him. She set one of the saddlebags behind his head for cushion. "Are you comfortable?"

"As much as I can be."

She plucked one of the sticks from the tree, handing it to him. "You'll want to bite on this."

Grabbing her sword, Amarande went around, settling down on her knees. She tore a portion of her ruined gown. She tied it just above Luca's knee. It pinched his skin, but she knotted it tighter as a makeshift tourniquet. She had him pull up his left foot out of the way, making room for her to work.

When she noticed him watching her get ready, she paused. "Don't watch. It will only make things worse on you. I'll count down from three when I'm about to make the first cut. Try your best to keep your breath even. As much as it'll hurt, try to stay awake. I need to make sure you don't lose too much blood."

Luca placed the stick between his teeth and closed his eyes. Amarande continued her preparations. Finally, she began to count down. "Three... two... one—"

Luca was grateful for the stick, or he would have chipped a tooth. A yell left his throat, traveling into the desert. Every pull and slice of the sword was felt. He heard the cracks of his joints from holding both his fists so tight.

His leg screamed from the injury to it. He tried to stay still. His very best. But it was simply impossible. His instincts were to wrench away. However, he was too weak.

Tears leaked from his eyes. Death had to be better than this. The stars would be welcoming, at least.

"Almost done," Amarande promised. "I'm doing the stitches now."

Black dots danced in his vision. He didn't know if he was able to stay conscious for much longer. He focused on the slight breeze that ruffled the leaves above him. For what felt like hours, he laid there.

To his relief, he felt what was left of his leg get set down on the ground, and the tourniquet was cut off. Ama's head hovered over him. Her expression shell-shocked and sullen.

He tried to lift his head to determine the damage, but Amarande just shook her head. "No," she warned. He took her word for it

She gently scooted in beside him and traced his features with a bloodied hand. The remainder of his leg throbbed. He moaned. It felt like the pain would never end.

"You can rest now." She assured him. "Close your eyes. I'm right here."

And he did, relief washing over him.

When Luca's eyes fluttered open, the first thing he noticed was the sun setting over the horizon. He had to have been out for hours. Amarande was tending to the fire several yards away.

"Ama?" His voice cracked from the effort.

"Oh, thank the stars," she whispered.

She hurried over and came to sit beside him. She took his hand. He saw that the blood had been cleaned from under her nails.

"How long was I out for?" He asked

Whatever amount of time Amarande could have said, didn't prepare him for, "A day and a half."

"That long?"

"I wasn't very surprised. Your pulse stayed steady, and you were twitching in your sleep, so I let you be."

There was a crick in Luca's neck. He stretched it out with a wince. Everything was sore. His head pounded. The zinging pain in his leg from before was replaced with a duller aching feeling. His eyes blurred.

"Can I look at it now?" He requested.

"Yes, it's bandaged now."

"Where did you get the bandages from?"

"I traded for some from the other visitors at the water hole."

She eased him up to a sitting position against the trunk of the tree. Where his leg was, it was mostly missing. His leg was cut off halfway down after the knee, but the bandage continued up to the middle up his thigh.

Luca bent his knee as a test. It sent a sharp pain all the way from the stump of his leg, up to his hip. It was painful but functioning. That was a win in his book, all things in consideration.

A sparse desert wind blew in their direction. In made Luca shiver. It wasn't even sundown. Why was it so cold all of a sudden.

"Is the temperature dropping," he asked Amarande.

Her worry melted into sympathy. "Not quite yet. But you're at risk of hypothermia after losing that much blood. Let's get you by the fire and drinking more water."

Walking was out of the question. He had to crawl towards the fire with assistance. The heat felt nice, but a glance at his leg made him feel cold inside. Besides where the blood had into sunk into the sand, there was no trace of what happened.

He found himself asking, "Ama, what did you do with the rest of..."

She swallowed. "I buried it."

"Where?"

She pointed far off in the distance. A small mound of dirt with a rock marker could be found. "I will not dig it up. You don't need to look at it. It's too graphic, and you're not strong enough mentally to handle it right now. The process was traumatic enough. You don't need to see the end product."

He nodded, okay with not seeing his own severed body part. There was one last thing he wanted to know about what comes next. "Are we going to leave in the morning. We need to get back to Ardenia."

"We do," she agreed. "But we'll stay for at least one more night. You don't need to be on a horse this soon after an amputation."

Frankly, Luca didn't believe he had the strength to stay on a horse, right now. Everything that didn't involve laying down was downright exhausting.

Amarande picked up on this. She handed him a waterskin, and ordered him to lay down. He rested his head in the cradle of her lap. Luca tried to focus on the way the flame crackled, or how Ama would run her hand through his loose curls. Anything but the pain or empty feeling. At the end of his right leg.

[luvhughes43]

Blake and Nico!!!

Okay I’m all about some ✨drama✨ so what if some guy gets handsy with her at the bar when they’re all out?? Or when her and the girls are out while the guys are on a roadie and Nico finds out about it? 👀

"oh, um? excuse me," blake says as a man places his hand on her lower back. he keeps his hand on her as he slides in next to her at the bar, throwing her a cocky grin as he leans one of his arms on the wooden bar top in front of them.

he squeezes her lightly and blake swats his hand away from her. "whats your name?" he asks, letting his arm drop to his side.

"i have a boyfriend,"

"oh come on, dont be like that,"

"don't be like what?" a new voice adds, stepping behind blake and throwing a protective hand around her waist. immediately blake decompresses as she leans into the familiar side of her boyfriend. "oh, don't be shy now," nico continues when the man suddenly has nothing to say.

the man slides his hand off the bar and straightens up... puffing his chest out as he sizes nico up. nico looks down at him as he brings blake closer to him.

the man deflates, "sorry man, you know how chicks are these days... you can never tell if they've really got a boyfriend or-"

"well here's a hint," nico cuts him off with a glare. "if a woman pushes your hand away and turns you down, its a no,"

"dude-" before he can even get his next sentence out, no doubt trying to defend himself, nico guides blake away from the bar.

or

"you know how the girls and i went out yesterday?" blake asks as her and nico shuffle around their shared ensuite bathroom.

"yeah, how was that by the way?"

"well actually... if you get a call from an unknown number thats probably josh,"

"josh?"

"or john maybe..? i dont really remember his name to be honest,"

"why does josh or john have my number?" nico asks, half amused and half concerned.

"he wouldnt leave the girls and i alone until i gave up my number... and then i panicked and gave him yours. he was such a creep," blake sighs as she sets her toothbrush back in its designated holder.

concerned. nico was definitely concerned. "did anything happen?"

"thankfully no. sabrina ordered us an uber so we just went back to hers and jacks apartment. i think security knew about him because they started hovering near us and he left us alone after that. literally insane though,"

nico leans against the counter and sighs in relief. slowly, he opens his arms and blake steps in-between his legs and leans her body against his. he holds her tight, "i'm sorry,"

"for what? its not your fault"

nico kisses the top of her head, "men are assholes,"

blake chokes out a laugh, "i love you,"