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starcursedluvrs · 23 days

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doomsday teaser

actor!gojo x techie!geto AU :)

hey y'all! thank you for all the love on Talk, I really appreciate every single like, comment, and reblog. i've started part II, and it should be out within 2 or 3 weeks (i'm a busy lady sorry). in a mean time, here's a little bite of another fic i wrote/am still working on. it's a techie!geto x actor!gojo AU where suguru is a wardrobe crew head for a hit broadway musical, and satoru is the star. this one is for all the former (and current) theater kids (kids as in people above the age of 18, MDNI!). there will be lots of smut and angst and plot to come, but for now, plz enjoy <3

wc: 845

With that, Suguru took a deep sigh and finished walking down the narrow hallway. His shoes squeaked considerably less as he climbed the winding iron staircase up to the cast’s personal dressing rooms. When he got to the top, he was distracted by a white-haired man violently shaking the vending machines in an attempt to release a chocolate bar from its clutches.

Then he saw those eyes.

Those beautiful, bright blue eyes. They looked like they contained the entire sky.

Suguru started sorting through color theory in his head to think about which piece of fabric would go best with those brilliant irises.

“Do, uh. Do you need some help there, doll?” Suguru offered, flustered.

The man just stared back at Suguru for a moment, before responding, “Sure, crazy bangs. That would be great.”

“Not sure crazy bangs is such a great comeback from someone who’s attacking a vending machine,” Suguru bantered back.

“Hey, it’s not my fault my boss man loves chocolate. Gotta stock up for him.”

“Oh, are you Mr. Gojo’s manager?”

“Never thought about it like that. Huh. Guess I am.”

“Will I see you around then?”

“I guess you could say that, crazy bangs,” the white-haired man said with a smirk.

A tense moment passed as the two men locked eyes. The mysterious blue-eyed beauty scanned Suguru’s body up and down with no shame. Suguru should have felt self-conscious, but he found himself oddly endeared by the man in front of him. Suguru felt a slight blush prickle over the skin of his cheeks.

“So when is Mr. Gojo arriving?” Suguru asserted to break the silence. “I have some things I wanted to run over with him in terms of quick changes.”

“So. You’re costumes?”

“Yeah.” Suguru answered. Did he say the wrong thing?

“Makes sense.” The lengthy white haired man smirked and turned on the ball of his foot and started walking - no, sashaying - to the door of Mr. Gojo’s dressing room. As the man opened the door, Suguru caught it behind him.

“Why does it make sense, doll?” Suguru allowed a soft smile to appear on his lips. For the first time in a while, Suguru was flirting.

And he was having fun.

“Because. You’re so serious. You costume and props people always have sticks up your asses.” The man retorted with a snort.

Suguru rolled his eyes, a verbal bite lingering on his words, “We’re just trying to do our jobs.”

Even though the blue-eyed stranger was taller, Suguru seemed to tower over him at that moment.

“Well, I’m just trying to do mine.” Suguru couldn’t tell if this guy was a douche or if he was also flirting back. He hoped for his sake, it was the ladder. Unfortunately, he also had a job to do. No matter, he still had time to get to know this attractive stranger.

“Great. So, do you have an ETA on your client?”

“Client? What client?” The man looked so confused.

“…Mr. Gojo…”

“Oh, we’re still playing that game.”

“What game?”

“You seriously don’t know who I am?”

“You’re Mr. Gojo’s manager.” Suguru stated.

The white haired man burst into a fit of hysterical laughter. It took a second for him to collect himself.

“Hot and funny. I’m keeping you around, crazy bangs.”

Suguru’s brain short circuited at that. Attractive stranger also finds him attractive. Noted.

“Haha,” Suguru offered a weak, uncomfortable laugh,”Not that I wouldn’t want that too, but I really have a job to do, doll.”

Those blue eyes blinked in disbelief.

“Wow. You’re serious, ok. Let’s start over.”

The man stuck out his hand, which looked as if it was crafted of the finest porcelain.

“I’m Satoru Gojo. It’s nice to meet you, what’s your name?”

Suguru looked at Satoru until it finally clicked in his head. So this was the brat Nanami was talking about.

Suguru shook his hand hesitantly, as another question crossed his mind. “You said you were Gojo’s manager though,” Suguru pointed out.

“You’re putting words in my mouth, I said I had never thought of it that way. I guess I am kind of like my own manager because I don’t have one. I manage myself, thank you very much,” Satoru turned his nose and dramatically looked away from Suguru.

“But… who’s boss man?”

“Oh that’s what I call Nanami. I asked him what his favorite candy was and I’m stocking up on it so that every time I annoy him, I can apologize with a chocolate bar.”

A deep rumble left Suguru’s chest as he laughed at Satoru’s comment.

“I’m sure Nanami loves being called boss man.”

“Oh please, he’ll grow into the nickname. Didn’t get your name yet though, crazy bangs.”

“Suguru Geto. Wardrobe Crew Head.”

“If I see you around later, maybe I can show you how it feels to have something other than a stick up your ass.”

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hotxcheeto · 2 years

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heyy, here after reading 'bathroom activities'!! I loved it and I would love to read the opposite,,, like ellie getting jealous, not because of the same thing but you know... also reader teasing ellie about it + smut please (fem reader ofc, please make it long cause I love long fics 🙏🏻)

━ 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, smut, afab reader, fingering ( f! receiving ), kissing, slight joking, slight dom kink, jealousy, flirting, make out session, teasing, very dirty remarks, pet names, top!ellie, bottom!reader

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! I hope you enjoy!! Ty you sm for the rq! ily very much and I'm glad you liked bathroom activities I know I enjoyed writing it haha!

REBLOGS ARE EXTREMELY APPRECIATED

Ellie was mature, most of the time.

But not when she was jealous.

She continuously huffed like a toddler with her arms crossed and a similar pout on her face. Like now, staring at you who was happily chatting up the man who ran the shop counter. Smiling at you and giving you tips for things around the house that you had brought up in conversation while he took your items.

You came for a few things bringing goods you'd collected on runs as payment and somehow she'd gotten stuck standing there for twenty minutes as the guy tried his shitty attempts at flirting on you.

The lines going right over your head and barely glancing to Ellie thinking you were just talking to a friend not someone she wanted to bury alive.

"No, and Ellie's always complaining about the leaky sink in her bathroom yet we still have yet to figure it out." You giggled, turning to finally meet your girlfriends annoyed stare silently begging you to leave to go back home already. Having been dragged from there in the first place.

"Y/n.." She very quietly said hoping not to seem rude as you've scolded her before today for her childish begs to leave. It wasn't that she didn't want to be around those people or that she didn't like them, Ellie just wasn't an extrovert and prefered her time spent being with just you.

And you understood that about her, it's something that she loved most about you. That despite your motherly words to tell her to not make it so obvious and rude sounding, you'd leave just a few minutes after. Bringing her home to recharge her social battery, or that's how Joel worded it.

She liked it being just you and her. Not with what the fuck's his name not even glancing at her when you gave her your short reply.

"Alright."

It was with a sweet smile and a soft voice. Turning back to your acquaintance who immediately interrupted your goodbye.

"We should really hang out sometime." You stared at him and nodded even though you had no intention of doing so. Moving your hand just the slightest over to hold Ellie's, squeezing her limb and giving her a reassuring thumb rub on the back.

"Yeah. Everyone's going down to the bar tomorrow you should come." It was friendly, nothing even a bit suggestive in your mind but he seemed disappointed by this. Opening his mouth to talk again when Ellie leaned in and rested her hand on your belly, running along it to grab the bag he gave you.

Trying to silently give him a hint without upsetting you.

But you noticed, you always did, giving her a quick side eye before kissing her cheek.

"It was nice seeing you again Tyler."

Tyler, that's what the fuckers name was.

"Wait, are you guys, like, a thing?"

To Ellie is sounded like disgust or disapproval and she wasn't sure what you were thinking, only that you began pushing her towards the door with half your strength, smiling at Tyler.

"Yeah. What'd you think?" He watched almost dumbfounded by her words while you continued walking her to the door. "I–" "I'll see you later Tyler!"

Somehow you successfully got her back onto the street, grabbing her hand as you walked back to your home in a comfortable yet slightly tense silence.

Ellie deciding that her shed was far too lonely for the next few stormy nights and followed you back to your large home surely built for a family. Yet it was all yours.

"He wanted to fuck you." She said walking up the stairs in front of you, quite frustrated while unlocking and pushing open the door. "Ellie."

You groaned and kicked the door shut locking it up behind you and turning back to her with an uninterested stare. Almost like a 'really?'

"I'm serious!" She proclaimed with her hands out and eyes slightly wide. "Ellie, he was being flirty, and I wasn't interested. I've got something much better." You gave her a grin but she still wasn't sold, watching as you stepped close and swung your arms around her neck, faces just a few inches apart.

"What's wrong?" You then asked seriously, breaking her from her very upsetting thoughts of killing Tyler. Gaze snapping back to yours.

"I hate him." You snorted and stood up on your tippy toes to kiss her cheek, smooshing her face in the process. "I love you though." You muttered against her skin, pulling away and moving to walk off into your living room when she gripped your wrist and spun you face first into her chest.

"Ellie!" She laughed, grabbing you tight around the waist. "He totally wanted you." You pulled your face from her chest and looked up at her. "Really?" You questioned her blankly, wanting her jealousy to only subside but then you met her eyes that were blown up and full of want.

"I'm all yours Ells." "I might need to remind you." She said quietly while you gave her a cheeky glance, walking backwards towards the couch that faced away from you both. "Really?" "Yeah, you sure liked talking to him." "Well maybe I thought he was a good friend." "And maybe I think you need to be taken care of."

You giggled, running around the couch and away from her, Ellie right behind you grabbing you up from around your waist. Hearing your laughter echoing throughout the room.

"It's not my fault your jealous!" "Jealous? M'not jealous." She brushed off cornering you and getting you sit back on the couch and look up at her with your knees pulled up to your chest.

"Mm, you're looking a little jealous there Ells."

Her gaze made you feel so small, like a predator overlooking its prey, but her smile made yours stay. Bashfully keeping her stare while blinking at her innocently.

"Especially when he asked me to hang ou– ah!" She grabbed you by your ankles and pulled you forward, spreading your legs to lean down and kiss you. Gripping your face with one and the other resting on your thigh surely tight enough to leave marks to remind you of this moment for a few days to come.

"And then when he asked if we were together..." You whispered against her lips, her hand slipping down to your neck while your fingertips touched her cheeks keeping her there.

"...you should've seen your face."

Her breath was hot as it picked up and her grip got possessive, the hand around your neck just lightly squeezing. Ellie pushing her body towards your while meeting your lips once again hearing a little whine come from your mouth letting out small breaths once she pulled away again.

Your doe eyed gaze staring into her own, Ellie finding the small pout on your lips rather adorable. Running her thumb across them before her hand snaked down to the bottom of your shirt, twirling it around, staring right into your eyes.

"Mind taking this off for me?"

Without another word you reached down gliding over the back of her hand to take off the top. Pulling it over your head with ease and setting it beside you on the cushion with your pink bra now exposed to her.

All the while keeping your head tilted up at her, knowing how much she loved to see your face.

Ellie moving to kiss your forehead, and then your lips and down to your jaw. Reaching behind you to unclip your bra, lightly pulling it down your arms letting her nails tickle your soft skin kissing over your collarbone in the process.

"I bet he thought about doing this." She said, tone running right between your legs but her stance made you unable to squeeze your legs together to get rid of the ache that had began to drive you crazy.

"Ellie..." "I bet he wished he got to touch you."

Ellie loved it, she did. Because she got to interact with you whenever she pleased, she got to cuddle and talk to you every single day, and it made her feel like a kid on Christmas morning, or how she imagined that they'd feel.

She tossed your bra aside to pair with your shirt her hands then falling to the button of your jeans. Not needing to ask permission by the way you stared at her and moved your hips towards her hands. Ripping the pants from your legs and throwing them aside.

Ellie then fell beside you on the couch. Guiding you into her lap and right on top of her thigh with her hands set on your hips, smiling at your bright stare waiting for her direction.

"But your so pretty, I get it. Who wouldn't want to touch you?"

Her hand came up, resting on your chin to lightly place the pad of her thumb on your lips before pushing her thumb right into your mouth forcing your mouth around it.

"Huh?" Something came out of your throat but was incomprehensible making Ellie laugh a bit. Tilting her head at you, silently teasing you.

Sucking the digit keeping your eyes on her own the entirety of the time; your much smaller hands grabbed her arm while your tongue swirled around her.

Her thigh suddenly jerking up causing a muffled moan to pass from your lips, thumb popping back out to smear your spit onto your lips before fully pulling away.

"What do you want?"

You were catching your breath as she asked that, lips plump and pretty when she pulled you in for another kiss.

"You gotta tell me babe."

"I want you to fuck me."

"Oh yeah?"

You nodded a bit flustered with your face hot especially once she began to move you, shifted your body, her hands again guiding you along to a new position.

Keeping your back against her chest and your legs spread nice and wide for her sat up on her knees, aching cunt still covered by your panties that now had wet spot right in the middle.

And it was all for her.

Ellie's middle finger then just barely glides over it before her head appeared beside yours, kissing your bare shoulder then the side of your neck.

"Jesus." Your breath hitched in your throat as the raspy whisper that became beside your face. Fighting the urge to jerk your hips up towards her touch, wishing she'd just give you an ounce more.

Just a drop.

"Please Ellie." You mumbled, lips pushed out and begging eyes when you turned to her. "Please touch me, please..." Your begs were to cute and she knew that fucker wished he could hear them, she knew and she fucking loved it.

"Take 'em off." You hurriedly pushed up to pull your panties down, and drop them to the floor, a little string of slick coming with them. Ellie's little grin and teasing chuckles resting against your skin and ringing in your ears.

Face going hot even though it wasn't visible. You felt so small under her watchful eye and little remarks. You felt so fucking good though.

"Mm, there you go. Just like that." Her fingers soon arrived right at your slit, her middle and ring finger beginning to rub little circles over your clit. "oh.." you whispered, legs moving farther apart without a thought wanting more without saying a word.

"Ellie..." Her fingers began moving just a big faster, her other hand coming to your thigh, pulling you apart as far as you could manage. Little whispers and whimpers spilling from your lips and cutting through the quiet air.

"Please more...." You sounded on the verge of tears when you spoke, but she knew that you couldn't get enough as her fingers slipped inside of you. A much louder noise making her grin like a cartoon character, kissing your cheek proudly.

"Oh fuck..." "Do you think he's still thinking about you?" You didn't say anything back, Ellie moving faster, her other few fingers on the hand that rested against your thigh began to creep its way towards your clit. "Do you think he's wondering what you're doing right now?" "I dunno–" You managed to mutter out.

Staring right at her fingers while the toyed with you. Pushing against the little bud while quickly pushing in and out of your hole creating a wet sound that swallowed up the room.

"How's that feel?" "Goo–Good. Please faster..." And so she went, thrusting in again and again pressing right up against your special spot making your teeth clench and legs shake. A tingly feeling spreading throughout your lower half. "Ellie..."

She never slowed though, creating a skin on skin noise while pumping her hand. Pushing against your foot with just a bit of force to get you to jump.

"You feel so fucking good.." She whispered to you, watching every little reaction you had to her as your head lolled to the side. Your whines and cries like music and it was her favorite song.

But it wasn't Ryans or Lukes or whatever his fucking name was.

She didn't care anymore, the little green monster had finally been defeated and all she could see was you.

Fucking you.

Adding another finger just to get a reaction out of you and continuing her fast pace that o your mind. Hazy and foggy while staring down at her playing with you, making you feel good.

"Oh my God, m'gonna cum El–" "Cum babe, cum on my fingers."

Your mouth was wide, choking over your words and sentences leaving nothing but a jumbled mess to fall out. Body jerking and spasming as you clenched around her long fingers, your head falling far back as her name fell from your lips like a prayer in a horror movie.

Groans coming from your throat, squeezing her wrists.

"Oh fuck–" You yelled, Ellie tracking your every movement with a lovesick smile on her face, making sure you slowly came down. The feeling of her rubbing and touching you slowly helping you ride out your orgasm.

Until it was too much. Pulling her hands away from between your legs, laying all your weight against her, arms moving around your waist to hold you tight.

"Ellie..." She let you bury your face in her neck as you closed up your legs allowing her to hold you close. "I need to make you jealous more often." You then muttered, playing with the collar of her shirt.

"I'm not done." Her mind drifted back to Matt, or was it Kyle?

"Not yet."

"I love you Ellie."

"Yeah, I love you too. Now get on your hands and knees for me, babe."

"Okay."

A/n: I was so drained the past few days

#ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams smut #ellie williams #tlou part 2 #tlou x reader #tlou 2 #tlou #the last of us part ii #the last of us 2 #the last of us part 2 #the last of us #nevy writes

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ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes · 1 year

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The Phoenix and the Crow

part twelve

pairing: (hinted) kaz brekker x fem!reader

genre: "action" i guess still netural

el's thoughts: this took wayy too long, i'm sorry haha but it's here! quick thank you to @jahayla-parker for helping me edit! i hope y'all like it! please remember to reblog and comment :)

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a/n: previously on the phoenix and the crow

She hummed, “We all do things for reasons only we know.” Twisting her fingers around each other, she sighed. “There are plenty of things I’ve done that if I had taken the time to actually think it through… I wouldn’t have made those choices, but in the end I’m standing here today and I wouldn’t be if I hadn’t made thoes choices. So, I wouldn’t change anything.”

“I wouldn’t-” Kaz was interrupted by Toyla shouting that they made it. Inej, Nina and Zoya all walked to one side, waiting for Y/N.

The inferni gave Kaz a tight smile, “Well, I’m off.” She pulled her shoulders back as she walked to where the other girls stood waiting.

Kaz watched in astonishment as the girl with whom he had just carried an intimate conversation with slipped back into the formal behavior that came with being a soldier. It was as if she had put back on a stoic and formal front, slipping back into her all too familiar mask. It was as if Y/N had only allowed herself a short break from such a pretense for those few private moments with him.

~*~

Each step was taken cautiously as the group of six walked through the Fold. Growls could be heard around them causing Y/N to check their surroundings every minute despite Alina encircling them in a shield of light.

“This is it. The heart of the Fold. Where Kirigan first damned this country into darkness.” Alina spoke as she stood beside Mal, a set of stone steps behind them like ruins of an old building. “I think this is where we stand a chance of bringing it down.” Mal shifted closer to her, ready to draw his knife. She placed her hands over his and refused. “No. We can do this.” Alina lifted* her right hand and motioned for Mal to hold it.

Bewilderment washed over Y/N all at once when she saw the bright red light flow through the sun summoner’s veins. “He’s the firebird.”

Flares of blue and red light seeped out of Alina in powerful waves. The red spiraled around the couple and flew all over the place encompassing them like a forest fire.

The other four women stood to the side and watched in awe. “It’s beautiful.” Nina’s breath caught in her throat as she spoke. Zoya and Y/N reached for the heartrender’s hands as Inej said her prayers of worship in silence. The inferni’s amazement* was cut short when she felt another presence. She felt as if all the air had left her lungs as she turned to Zoya. “He’s here.”

“How touching.” The Darkling strode through Alina and Mal’s shield of light with his hands clasped and extended outwards before him. The black scars on his face were impossible to miss as Y/N stared him down from where she stood while holding her ground.

Alina let go of Mal, the red light instantly fading away.

“I almost feel bad for what I have to do now.” Kirigan said as he walked closer. “He is family after all.” He spat his words as if they were the vilest concept. The summoner threw a glance at the tracker before diverting her attention back to the Darkling.

“Get down!” Mal shouted.

Y/N’s attention was pulled toward where Mal stood with his gun drawn. She ducked down just in time to dodge the bullet meant for the nichovoya.

The Darkling drew his hands together, summoning the Cut. Alina quickly copied, both summoners aiming for the other. Their slices hit one another with such force they nearly canceled out each other’s power. Fortunately, Alina had used slightly more force and a piece struck Aleksander’s side. He flew back and landed hard on his back with a groan. Alina grinned with pride as she watched Kirigan squirm in pain.

“I’m hit.” His voice was strained while he spoke.

“Mal.” The sun summoner rushed to his side and in a flurry of panic, the light shield fell leaving everyone vulnerable to the monsters that are local to the Fold. Right before the four girls could run to Alina and Mal, Nina was snatched by the nichovoya.

“Nina.” Dread formed in Y/N’s bones despite the roaring rage in her chest. “Nina!” Inej and Zoya turned and looked around desperately for the heartrender. The three of them moved to stand back to back, circling each other protectively.

“Stay with me.” Alina’s voice cried out over the rushing of blood in their ears. “Stay with me!”

With a glance thrown quickly to Zoya, Y/N ran over to where Alina was bent over Mal’s body. She fell to her knees next to them as Mal drew his knife and handed it to the crying girl.

“I can’t.” Alina cried.

“Make them redraw all the maps.”

Y/N looked away from the couple while she felt her emotions bubble over.

The Darkling was once again adding another theft to his long list of stolen lives and other cherished belongings of the innocent girls he’d tormented. Genya, Zoya, Y/N, and Alina. Just another thing he got to ruin with his blood-stained hands. Convincing each girl of his feelings and intentions while he utilizes them as if they were pawns in a chess game. Sacrificing each of them for more power.

“I love you.” Alina said, her voice cracking from her tears.

“You know where to find me.”

Alina nodded, taking a deep breath before she plunged the knife through Mal’s chest. Instant regret and pain washed over her as she threw her head back and screamed. Her arm flew up over her head, as she channeled every last ounce of her power towards the sky, towards destroying the Fold.

Y/N watched the scene unfold with wide eyes before standing and running towards the two suli girls as the Fold vanished*. The now blue sky above them felt like a breath of fresh air, before they noticed the nichovoya spawning around them. They all shared a look and nodded.

Zoya twisted the wind between her hands, shoving the shadow monsters forward so Inej could use the Neshyenyer through the shadows. Y/N helped herd them with small flames. The squaller was thrown to the side by a long hand of shadow while Inej kept fighting the shadow monsters.

Alina’s voice could be heard calling Nina while she still leaned over Mal.

Once Inej sliced through the last shadow monster* all three grisha women rushed to the sun summoner’s side. Nina instantly started her attempts to revive the tracker.

Y/N rose to her feet when she noticed Kirgian standing.

“Now… You know sacrifice.”

The inferni scoffed, “Beyond anything you’ve ever known.” She spoke on behalf of the grieving summoner. “And look what it did.” She gestured around them.

“Indeed.” The Darkling nodded, “Look what it did.” He tore his eyes away from her to the lifeless body on the stone steps.

A fresh wave of tears washed over Alina as she stood slightly behind the inferni, “Mal and I changed the world. We tore down your Shadow Fold.”

“You have my sympathies for what comes next. When you realize that what you’ve done solves nothing. The world doesn’t need a Saint to protect it, Alina.” He took a step forward, “It needs a monster. And while I remain-” His words fell off into a coughing fit, his breath more labored. “Let me be your monster.”

Y/N stepped forward but Alina held her back. “You think that after everything, I’ll still stand by you?”

“There is no light without darkness. Without me, you have no counter, no balance. Let me carry the hatred of this world.”

“Hatred.” Alina scoffed*, “Because of the choices you made.”

“Choices you too will make… in time.”

“I will never walk your path.”

“I know you believe that now…” He groaned as he stepped forward again, “But look at Y/N.” The inferni stiffed at the mention of her name. “She’s already had to make some choices. Haven’t you?” She looked away as shame crept up on her.

“Soon the both of you will have no equal. The years spent alone will grind you down, they will harden you. And who will be there to shield you from it? Who will be there to save you?” Kirigan reached his hand to Alina’s face but she reacted quicker. Grabbing his wrist first, “I will save myself. Your legacy is already written. There is no redemption.” She shoved his hand away from her causing him to fall to his knees.

A loud gasp escaped his lips as his shadows shifted and formed. The sun summoner backed up as the shadow monster walked towards her. Y/N shoved Alina out of the way when she saw the claw-like hand reach for her. The monster grasped the inferni by her neck, lifting her off her feet into the air. Kirigan tried to lunge forward, “Leave her alone! No!” He was quickly shoved to the ground.

“Y/N!” Inej shouted and threw the Neshyenyer right under the grisha’s arm embedding itself within the monster causing it to go up in flames.

The Darkling rose to his feet while Y/N gasped for air. “You can’t control them, can you? You can’t control any of it.”

He extended his hand to her, “I thought I could control it all once. Find peace. And for a moment, I swear I did.” He closed his eyes as if he was taken back to his memories.

Y/N rose* to her feet with the blade in hand and took a deep breath through her nose. She raised the sword and plunged it into the Darkling, just below his ribs. His eyes shot wide open, “Without me, know they will come for you.”

“I’m… I’m a monster.” Y/N shuddered at the thought while she stared down at her hands. Kirigan came up behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Possibly, but as long as I’m around they will never know.”

The inferni gritted her teeth, “Let them come.” She pulled the sword out and let his body fall to the sand beneath them.

Alina walked to stand above him, blocking the sun from his eyes.

“Alina… you make sure there is nothing left of me. Please.” He choked on his breath, “Please.”

Y/N turned around and walked to where Nina knelt beside Mal’s body. Y/N turned briefly and made eye contact with Zoya, only exchanging a silent nod.

After no response from Mal’s body a dark look flashed in Alina’s eyes. Y/N noticed and spoke, “Think through your actions, Alina. Once done, you can’t reverse them.” The sun summoner ignored all caution and proceeded anyway, bringing Mal back to life with a loud gasp.

Y/N walked away to stand next to Zoya.

“What do we do with him?” The squaller asked.

“Will you wait with him until we return? I don’t want any heretics to find the body and make a martyr’s relic of it.” Alina said. “We’ll burn him where he fell. We’re on the other side of this now. There’s no turning back.”

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intrepidacious · 1 year

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hi! ok I just wanted to ask someone who knows how tumblr works haha

so I found someone who writes amazing content so I decided to follow them. I binged lots of their fics earlier today and when I checked their profile again later, their profile doesn’t show. It seems they might have blocked me and I don’t know why :( I commented that I loved their fics and the comments are removed. my profile has my age and I am decently active on reposting & commenting on fics. This happened to me one other time too so I just am confused I guess :( I tried to message them but it said it wouldn’t go through so that makes me think I’m blocked? I guess I don’t know why a couple people blocked me? Just kinda made me sad bc I really enjoy their work but now I won’t be able to see anymore ☹️😢

happy to!! 💛

first thing you gotta remember that in all likelihood, your getting blocked is nothing personal. reasons for blocking someone on tumblr include but aren't limited to:

you don't have your age (range) listed in your bio/clearly visible on your blog

the age you have listed doesn't adhere to boundaries a blog has set (f.e. you're a minor, or it only says "18+" which i know many writers don't accept)

your blog is completely empty i.e. you don't post/reblog stuff

you don't reblog other people's writing

you spam like posts

you've never changed the default icon/header to something else

people don't vibe with the things you reblog

your theme is a colour they don't like

a lot of the time, it comes down to everyone's preferences. god knows i've been blocked by people and didn't understand why, but frankly it's none of my business. most likely, you won't ever find out, either. everyone is creating their own online space, and sometimes that means having a quick blocking finger. i'm sorry that you won't be able to read those stories anymore but you have to accept creators' boundaries.

however, there are some things you can do and try to prevent getting blocked in the future. these are only a couple of suggestions around tumblr etiquette i've picked up on over the years; if anyone else wants to chip in here, please do!!

1. make sure your blog is, by all appearances, that of a human being

this might sound stupid because of course, you are a human, but with the recent bot wars it's all the more important to double check for red flags.

check your url. does it include a random string of numbers, lots of dashes, just a name and an adjective? all of these have been indicative of porn bots and people might block you on sight.

change your icon and your header. yes, both of them. there are lots of creators on here who make wonderful fandom related headers and icons, or you can create your own with canva. just be sure to follow creators' rules and preferably reblog their creation

change your blog title. if your account is new, it will just say "untitled", which is another indication you might not be a human. use quotes, song lyrics, anything you enjoy

add a bio. this is where you put your name or nickname (you can make one up) age, age range, links to second blogs (if applicable), more quotes, whatever. i prefer my bio short and to the point, but that doesn't have to be you.

important: do this for all blogs and side blogs you use regularly. if you have a second blog for reblogging fics, you need to put up your age there as well, or at least visibly link to your main blog so creators can see you're not a minor. the harder it is to verify that you're an adult, the more likely it is that you will get blocked

2. know the different kinds of interactions on tumblr and navigate them well

there's a difference between liking, commenting, reblogging, and reposting, and it's important. lots of people use reblogging and reposting interchangeably, but that's actually incorrect and can lead to serious mishaps. let's dissect them one by one.

liking.

you're familiar with the like from other social media platforms. you tap a post twice or hit the little heart at the bottom of the post and it's added to your likes. wonderful, right? well. tumblr is a little different.

tumblr doesn't have an algorithm. let me say that again. there is no algorithm on tumblr. i guess there is, on the for you page, but that doesn't count because it's really shit. the only important thing on tumblr is your dashboard, and your dashboard only shows original posts and the reblogs of those posts from people you follow.

no one cares about your likes. your likes don't do shit. that's why creatives on here keep talking about reblogs. you need to reblog things on tumblr in order for them to get seen. it's a snowballing effect. likes are nice and all, but they're private. they're not contributing to a story or an artwork being seen by more people. they're essentially empty interaction. what's more, should a post get deleted for whatever reason, that post is gone for you forever.

i know some people use their likes as bookmarks for things they want to look at later, but i would strongly urge you not to do that. people block serial likers, because most of the time it is, sadly, very unlikely that they will come back and actually interact with the post again. that's just the way it is. we can thank tiktok and instagram for that. again, tumblr doesn't have an algorithm. if you want to genuinely support and encourage people on here, you need to do more than liking.

commenting.

this is a step up from liking, because you're actually interacting now. a comment will show up in the activity of the person whose post you left it on and of the original poster (op)—more on that distinction in a minute. comments are encouraged especially on ask/answer type posts, or as a reply to an earlier reblog.

when it comes to fanfic, there are, again, pros and cons. you can only leave a comment from your main blog, which means that even if you have a second account where you reblog fics, there's not necessarily a link between the two. this can lead to your getting blocked if you've never reblogged a fic to your main blog. on the other hand, if people comment on your fic without reblogging it, but they do reblog other people's fics, that can also rub creators the wrong way because it creates a strange sort of hierarchy: why those fics? why not mine?

important thing to note: i am not saying that to make anyone feel bad about "just" commenting, i just want you to be aware that this might go on in a creator's head. it has in mine. i'm very aware that this is a me problem, but it's also a reason why people might get blocked out of the blue, which is why i wanted to bring it up.

reblogging.

ah yes, reblogging. reblogging is the thing that makes tumblr tumblr, and it's so easy to do. you just hit the little 🔁 symbol at the bottom of the post, and boom, it's reblogged to your own blog. everyone who follows you can now see it on their dashboard, and if they reblog it, their followers can see it, and so on and so forth. every time someone reblogs a post from you, you will get a notification in your activity, and so will the op.

reblogs are the heart and soul of tumblr. yes, original posts are (usually) individual creations, but the community aspect of this site is born through the reblog. there are different variations on how to reblog. all are valid, because all help spreading posts around.

the empty reblog is the quickest option. there's literally a quick reblog option on mobile: if you hold your finger on the reblog button for a second or so, you will see your icon appear. if you swipe in that direction, the post gets immediately reblogged to your blog. something similar can be done on desktop with the xkit browser extension. it's fast, it's easy, it gets the job done. it's perfect for when you like a post but don't have anything specific to say/reply.

the reblog with tags is the second fastest option. tags, on tumblr, are sort of the sotto voce version of comments. yes, you can use tagging to organise your blog and make your posts easily findable (is that a word?) but the real fun begins when little asides are added. you can keysmash in the tags. you can put your thoughts in the tags. you can go full caps without it looking overwhelming in the actual post. if you're just starting to comment on things, the tags are a great place to start, because the actual post will keep looking the same; the tags are just a little additional bonus for both you and the creator. this is what you would use for the majority of posts that aren't works of art in any way, too, like text posts you want to find again, polls, photographs etc.

the reblog with additions though? oh boy. that's the real stuff. imagine it as clipping on your thoughts to the post, right there for everyone to see. you can add gifs, and memes, and change the font, and change the colour, and scream, and keysmash, and ramble without limitations. it's like catnip for the op. if you reblog a fic, a moodboard, a piece of art, a gifset, whatever it is, and you put your thoughts underneath? man, it's amazing.

side note: if you're new to commenting on people's fics and you don't know what to say, i highly recommend referring to this post. (btw i linked my reblog so it can act as an example of the different forms of adding to a post: there were other reblogs before mine, and i've added tags. useful in its content and as an example!!)

reposting.

this is where we need to be careful. reblogs are great. reposts are theft. where's the difference? reposting refers to you copying another creator's work, whatever it may be, and creating a new post without any indication to the original person's efforts. even if you do include their url, you will most likely get reported and blocked. because now, you've become the op of this copied post, and the actual creator will get absolutely nothing.

you will most likely have seen banners in fic communities that state something along the lines of "don't copy or translate any of my work to this or any other site". that's what this refers to. this would also include the following:

posting another writer's story to ao3/wattpad/another fic site of your choice without their permission. you can absolutely never do this. "but what if"—NO. never. fullstop.

some creators allow translations of their work, but you can only ever share those with their explicit permission and proper credit.

saving a gif to use without linking back to the artist. this is maybe my biggest gripe. yes, i know this site sucks at making gifs searchable, but still, you can't do this. and no, "credit goes to the original artist" doesn't count, where did that bullshit even come from? it makes me so mad. that's not giving credit, that's being lazy.

3. be nice, and have fun

this is fandom, and it's supposed to be a hobby. this is supposed to be a good time. none of us are getting paid for any of this. yes, we're all passionate about what we do, whether we're looking at other people's creations or we make them ourselves. we're fans of that common thing, and isn't that great?

just a little more internet etiquette that's not really tumblr specific but could be a good reminder for everyone:

not everything is for you, and that's okay

if something's not for you, scroll away

if you don't like what someone is posting, ignore them. mute them. block them.

do not ever, and i mean ever, send anyone hate. you don't know who's on the other side of the screen. block them and move on. life's too fucking short.

don't correct people's grammar/spelling. only assholes do that. if you can't help yourself and they're a person you've interacted with before, shoot them a private message and be nice about it.

don't offer unsolicited advice. i don't care if you want to give constructive criticism to help the other person. unless they've explicitly asked you to do that, don't. you'll get blocked so quick, and you'll ruin someone's day.

if you're reading a fic that's not finished yet, don't ask for an update. yes, you're excited for the story to continue. but "part 2", "when's the next chapter out", "more please" and so on are all things that put pressure on creators whether that's your intention or not. it gives us the impression that what we've already put out is never enough. and that sucks. by all means, be excited about what comes next, but not like this.

read!! old!! fics!!!! the beauty of tumblr being the way it is is that there's zero shame in interacting with older posts. it's not like you're liking a seven year old post on instagram. in fact, if you're commenting on a seven year old fic/gifset/moodboard/artwork on tumblr, i can guarantee you're gonna make that creator's day.

i'm absolutely positive that i've forgotten something in this post even though it's longer than several of my wips, so if any of my moots want to add something that'd be great!! in fact i'm gonna tag some of you because you know what? if you've read all of this you deserve a kiss. have a wonderful day 💛

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aguacatetoast · 2 years

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Lust at First Sight

You have your sister's wedding next week and you were nervous about conquering it all by yourself, but you find an unlikely guest to accompany you and make it more tolerable.

Wedding!Frank castle x Female reader

Read part 2 here

Warnings: Alluding to sexual activities but no smut!

Word Count: 3, 543

Likes and reblogs appreciated thank you!<3

Your sister's wedding was next week and you were still short of a plus one. You had initially thought of bringing your best friend with you but unfortunately, she was out of town that weekend so you were stuck going alone. You had the constant pressure of your sister asking if you had finally found someone to take with you and you always just shook your head no and laughed it off. Today made precisely one week before the wedding, you realized as you were in your office cubicle organizing your schedule for the next couple of weeks. You didn't want to think about it so you went to the little lunch area and went to get a snack to just distract yourself momentarily. But as if the devil was by your side when you were about to enjoy your snack at the tables that were in the lunch area you felt your phone vibrate. You let out a frustrated sigh and then when you saw the contact name you rolled your eyes, of course, it was your sister. You took a deep breath and answered it "Heyyy Sis, how are you? Excited for next week?" You thought that maybe by bombarding her with questions she would forget the same irritating question she asks every time time "Mhmm yeah yeah Listen.." You knew what was coming up and you sucked in your breath and bit your tongue a bit as you heard what she said "Did you finally find someone to the wedding? I need to know to confirm by tomorrow so.." You roll your eyes and reply "I don't plan on bringing anyone to the wedding, everyone is too busy for me next Saturday." You heard a dry chuckle come from your sister "I'm sure you'll end up finding someone, I'm going to mark your plus one just in caseee" You roll your eyes again and say "Okkk-- but you're wasting your time and moneyyy" You replied to her in the same singy songy voice that she used with you. You say a quick goodbye realizing how much time you had invested into a time-wasting conversation. But then when you turn around you see a timid Frank Castle that you failed to notice out of pure desperation for a snack and then the distracting phone call. You immediately feel embarrassed "Frank I'm so sorry if you heard that it was just my sister being annoying haha" You sucked at interacting with Frank because he was your 'work crush' as your best friend described him. You rushed out of that lunch area, you felt as if it were growing smaller by the second. When you got to your cubicle you felt your heart beating abnormally you took a second to calm down and just go back to work.

After you finished work and started to pack up, you felt the presence of a tall dark man. You were crouched under your desk picking up your bag, when you look up and made eye contact he gives you a soft smile and simply said

"I could go with you if you would like"

The way he spoke so formally to you and the slight rosy tint on his cheeks melted you immediately. You let out a small nervous laugh "So you heard the whole conversation huh?" He nodded and replied, "Fortunately, yes." You smile and stand up to get closer to his eye level "Of course, you can come with me Frank." He gives you another soft smile "Just text me the details sweetheart." You started to throb a bit at the pet name, he grabs your hand and places a little slip of paper. You stuff it into your purse and then you hear Frank say "Can I walk you to your car?" You honestly just needed some time to yourself because if you stay alone with him any longer you won't be able to resist the urge to kiss him, but of course, you said "Yes Frankie" He smiles, and you two walk out of the office together.

"So does your sister always guilt trip you like that or is that only for your wedding?" You laugh and sigh "Unfortunately that is her all the time, and you were proving her insanity right because I miraculously found my plus one." He holds his hands up close to his chest as if trying to prove himself innocent and says "I couldn't let a pretty girl like you be all alone on a special day." You give him a slight push and say "You are such a flirt Frankie" He gives you a confused face as if he doesn't know what you're talking about. Then you see your car and you get a bit disappointed, you wanted to keep talking to Frank. You turn to him and point at your car "Hey this is me" He turns and walks in the direction of your car and you're now leaning against the car door on the driver's side. He hovers over you a bit and you tell him "Thank you for walking with me Frank" He gives you a shy grin and says "Of course any time you want, Take care beautiful" You give him a small kiss on the cheek and he starts heading into his car but not before you get into yours. You don't know what magic your sister has, but you sure as hell were grateful that she had it.

You and Frank had exchanged numbers to 'discuss the wedding' but you were hoping it was for more then just that.

Frankie<3: Hey sweet girl, picking you up tomorrow at 6:30, can't wait to see you

me: I can't wait either<3 I know you're going to look very handsome as always

You felt dumb as if you have written too much. You instantly regretted it and put your phone down. You started to feel flushed and went to go wash your face and do your nightly routine before the big night. When you came back you turned your phone on to see

Frankie<3: I'll look better by your side, Goodnight beautiful

You got instant butterflies to his message, although it was very cheesy and it made you laugh a bit you really enjoyed it. You had been looking forward to going out with him for a long time, you were anxious about what your family had to say about Frank. As you drifted away to your sleep you couldn't stop thinking about Frank, and dancing with him.

It was the morning and your stomach was doing flips. You never answered Frank last night out of nerves and he hadn't texted you whatsoever that morning, he knew you would be stressed out and complicated. You were at a hotel where your sister and her bridesmaids were getting ready, and seeing as you were her maid of honor, you were by her side. Your mind was just drifting into thoughts of Frank and wondering what he was doing, how was he getting prepared, and if he was ready to face the wrath of your family. After finishing your makeup, you checked your phone and saw one notification. It was a message from Frank simply saying

Frankie<3: 1 or 2

Your eyebrows furrowed, what the hell could that mean, but you didn't want to question him so you simply replied with 2. He answered back quickly and it read "I knew you would pick that", You were confused but you were too busy with your maid of honor duties so you just set your phone down and went to go help your sister.

Finally, it was time for you to be picked up. Your hair was done perfectly, and you were wearing a Navy Blue dress different from your sister's bridesmaids. It was tailored to your body with a different style and cut from theirs but it suited you perfectly, hugging everything in the right places. As you were waiting for him at the hotel you went into the room where you were staying in the hotel. You went to quickly grab some last-minute things and when you had finished gathering everything you went to the lobby to meet him. Once you were there you saw a fancy-looking car, then a strongly built man get out, it was Frank. You couldn't believe your eyes, he looked like a model, which he would never admit to because he doesn't realize how attractive he is. He was wearing a completely black on black tuxedo, maybe that's what you picked out. You went outside and he recognized you quickly and you saw how his face shifted. His eyes searching you up and down until you two finally got close enough to see each other up close. You two made eye contact and Frank had a rosy tint to his cheeks. You smiled at him and he was finally out of his trance and said "You look absolutely stunning sweetheart" You looked down for a second out of nerves and then looked back at him and said, " You look good enough to eat Frankie." You saw him get nervous and what you said got a small laugh out of him and he took your hand "May I?" He said as he led you to the car, you nodded your head, yes, and you saw him open the door for you you got in and he helped you with the bottom of your dress since it was a little long. He closed the door of the fancy car and he went the other way to the driver's seat. He quickly got in, settled in, and looked over at you, but turned around before you could look back at him. You two sat in comfortable silence while he was driving. There were some points on the highway where he would speed up the car as if trying to impress you, you would just laugh while he gripped your thigh saying "Hold on tight." In between your legs you felt intense throbbing as you felt the tight grip of his large hand on your thigh, you could feel some pooling start forming.

You guys finally arrived at the venue, it was a beautiful outdoor venue with strings of lights aligned everywhere. Everything looked beautiful, straight out of Pinterest thanks to your meticulous sister that was very specific with her decorations. The lights added a euphoric hue to Frank as you two walked in together. Frank had your arm hooked around his, as you were walking in you were searching the crowd to see if you saw any familiar faces. But while you were distracted looking at the crowd Frank pulled you away from the main entrance and you saw him going to the table of gifts. You saw his other hand with a cream-colored envelope, you looked up at his determined face and you realized you didn't bring a gift to your sister's wedding. You spoke up while looking at him "Frank you're making me look bad at my own sister's wedding, I didn't bring her anything." He laughed and said "I figured sweet girl, I wrote both of our names. I want your family to have a good impression of me." You used your other hand to grip his arm and smiled at him. He proceeded to slip the card into the box your sister got custom-made for her wedding. You two started to make your way to the entrance and saw your table and the extra seat just for Frank which made your heart flutter. You hadn't taken in the fact that he was your date. You were glad that Frank had overheard that conversation between you and your sister. You two sat down at the table and shortly after you saw one of your aunts come in, you started to panic as she saw you, she was making her way toward you. You stood up fast trying to stop her from coming any closer to the table and more specifically Frank. This aunt was known for spreading rumors and lies so you were nervous about what would come from this interaction. "Hello Dear! My, My you look lovely!" You just say a quick thank you hoping it would end the conversation but then she peers over your shoulder and spots Frank looking around. This catches her by surprise and says "Ooh Honey who is that Fine young man? I've never seen him before" You internally roll your eyes, so much for avoiding that topic. Then you sensed a presence and you turn to see Frank, he proceeds to grab your waist and tells your aunt "My name is Frank Castle Ma'am, I'm her boyfriend, it's a pleasure to meet you" he puts his hand out to grab hers and kisses it softly. You were shocked at his actions and you tried to hide your face of confusion as best as you could. Your aunt was taken away by the handsome man who just kissed her hand, you swore you saw a faint blush on her cheeks. She cleared her throat and said "W-well it's very nice to meet you too Frank, so glad that you are dating my beautiful niece, ...Keep him! He's a man you want in your life" while she said that she looked at him up and down and then back at you. Frank just had a cocky smile and you looked at your aunt and said "Thank you so much, will definitely be keeping him!" When you finished saying that Frank tightened his grip around your waist and made the space between you two smaller, and the butterflies in your stomach were growing by the second.

The ceremony was finally starting and you had to leave Frank by himself at the Table. You went up to go meet up with your sister, she was really nervous was panicking, she told you "What if Mark doesn't cry? What if he doesn't say I do?" You roll your eyes at her and tell her "At this point, you're making up things to go wrong with your wedding, Breathe and calm down let's be logical." Your sister did some breathing exercises and you ask her "Everything good? Are you ready?" She smiled and nodded. Everyone got in Position. Your sister with your dad. You were right behind her with the Best man in your arm, wishing it was Frank instead. Behind you were the other bridesmaids and groomsmen. Everyone is excited to walk down and support the people they love and also to get over the ceremony and actually start the party. The wedding music started to play and your sister started to walk down the aisle, then soon after you followed along searching for Frank. You were smiling at the crowd, mostly out of nerves, then you spotted Frank, he waved at you very discreetly and your smile felt genuine when seeing him. Everyone was in position, and ready to endure the actual ceremony.

Everything went well during the ceremony, they said their "I do's", and now your sister was officially married, which meant the party was about to start. After your sister said some kind words she declared "The party has officially started !" Everyone made their way to the dance floor, and you squeezed between the crowd to find Frank. He was standing against the wall using his phone, you reached him and tugged on his arm "Are you ready to dance?" He looked up at you and said "I think the question is are you ready to dance with me" \ You would always hope that Frank would ask you to dance but you felt as if maybe he was just not a dancer or too embarrassed to dance in front of people. But you liked that he wasn't predictable, you would've never guessed that he would be bold enough to be asking if you were ready to dance. But as everyone was making their way to the dancefloor the food was announced so the crowd shifted to the buffet. You were ready to encounter the family interactions you were about to have. Frank grabs your hand and holds it tight, almost as if he thinks that you'd get lost in the crowd. You two make your way to the buffet, grab a plate, and then you spotted your parents, you saw them as an opportunity to skip the unbearably long line that had formed. You took Frank with you and there you were saying a proper hello to your parents. Then they turn to face Frank almost as if they were waiting for a proper introduction "Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend Frank", he reached in to shake your dad's hand to give a kiss on the cheek to your mom, "It's so nice to meet you finally". Your mom seemed to question you for never telling her about your mysterious 'boyfriend'. You proceeded to explain "I had never actually introduced him because I wanted to see if we were actually serious and he passed the test haha" you let out a dry chuckle at the end hoping that they wouldn't question it too much, but then you heard your dad say "It's nice to meet you too son, I hope you've been taking good care of my daughter", Frank put a hand on his chest and said "Of course sir, your daughter is my everything" Your heart started to beat rapidly and you got butterflies, was he telling the truth? Either way, you wanted to know. Your dad chuckled and they shook hands once again. Before you went to go get food your mom pulled you in closer and said "He is so handsome where did you find him?" You laughed a bit knowing Frank heard it and got a bit flustered by it, "Mom he works in the same office as me, I'll tell you all about it tomorrow" You said that to satisfy your mother for a bit, she gave you a smile and a wink and said, "Ok I'll be waiting!" You went back to Frank and hugged him leaning your head on his chest and asking "Have you had a good time so far? I'm sorry I left you alone for so long" He hugs you back setting both of your guys plates down and plays with the back of your arm soothing away your concerns. "Don't worry sweetheart, I've had a good time, I was speaking to your family members and drinking whatever alcohol one of your uncles gave to me" You let go of the hug and grab the plates again handing Frank's his while laughing a bit at Frank's trustworthiness with your family. He smiles at you and you tell him "Thank you for trusting my family so much, they're going to want to see you at every family event now" He simply replies "And I will be there at all of them, just for you." You still couldn't believe what was going on. Was he truly being sincere?

After eating and seeing the Bride and the Groom do their first dance as a married couple, your sister officially declared "Ok guys now the party has started!" You pulled Frank to dance with you and he was smiling as you two made your way to the dance floor. You were ready to see this side of Frank, you felt as if you two were actually dating and didn't want the night to end. He was already spinning you around and pulling you in close. You would get close to his chest and listen to his heart beating, and then you looked up at him and he was looking down at you he kissed your forehead and pulled you closer. He whispered something to your head but you couldn't decipher what he said, you were just in pure bliss with him at that moment. As if you couldn't have anything nice, you saw your sister go up towards you and Frank and she loudly says "Hello Beautiful, lovely sister, how are you?" You rolled your eyes let go of Frank's chest and just held his hand. "This is Frank castle, and Frank this is my beautiful sister and bride" Your sister did a little kissy-face when introducing her and Frank gave her a soft smile and took his hand out to properly introduce himself "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, couldn't have made it here without you" and then he got closer to your sister and said "Thanks to your phone call" You saw your sister laugh and said "Of course Anytime, so glad you could make it" she ended off her statement with a cheeky face. You felt like an outcast "Great now my boyfriend and sister are ganging up on me", Your sister smiled when you said "boyfriend", "Alright Frankie, already boyfriend status keep it up!" She said that while finding her now-husband and leaving, Frank yelled out to her "Will do ma'am." You were just rolling your eyes and got back to dancing with Frank, it was going to be a long night.

A/N I ran out of space so I'm making a part 2 !

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findroleplay · 1 year

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Hey I just made a tumblr account like 20 mins ago haha, i came here specifically because I'd like to find a suitable RP partner but I'm not sure how to post an ask hehe, your guidance is appreciated <3

Sorry I didn't answer earlier! I clear ask from oldest to newest!

Anyway, this is an ask so congratulations on clearing the first hurlde of physically sending one!

As for what to post in said ask, there's a few different routes you can go. You can check out my pinned post (click on my icon/username and it will open my blog. The pinned post is the top one. If it doesn't show, refresh the page once). At the bottom it has a form you can use as a base, it has most relevant information that you'd include in an ask.

You can go free-form too, like most people. You're basically writing an advertisement for yourself as a partner. Just think of what you'd like to know about prospect partners. I'd suggest you at the least include fandom/fandomless, characters, age range and literacy. Also your discord if it's something you wanna share publicly.

Now, as for the technical bits, you can opt to keep your ask anonymous. You can toggle it when you are writing the ask. If you're anonymous (anon, for short) no one will be able to connect your blog to the ask. This also means you can't ask people to DM you directly, though. And tumblr won't send you a notification when your ad is posted so you need to check manually.

This takes me to another point. Unless you explicitly state you want to be contacted in a different way (DMs, added on discord if you put it in your ask) people that want to RP with will like the ask. This will NOT send you a notification and you need to periodically check yourself if someone liked it. I suggested bookmarking it by liking it, reblogging, sending it to yourself as a message with another blog, or saving it as a draft (you start reblogging but you choose the "save as a draft" option instead). You will get quick access to it that way. Then it's on you to DM the blogs that left a like.

Also quick tip for Tumblr newcomers. For the love of God customize your blog a little bit. Give it a name/description. Consider making a post. Change your icon and header. Tumblr has a problem with spam bots that look exactly like an empty blog so most people will block you on sight.

If this didn't answer your questions or if you have more questions about Tumblr-ing feel free to reach out again

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hisgoodgirl666 · 1 year

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Thoughts on the first half of 2010's "I Spit On Your Grave"?

Okay so here’s the over-sharing answer you probably didn’t want haha…

Force in porn or erotica or gifs or stuff like that is different for me than scenes in a regular movie like that. You might not expect it based on my blog lol but sexual assault in movies used to be a pretty hard limit for me since they’d make me panic. Yeah, human brain weird… In fact My First Panic Attack™ was when watching V/H/S when it was the scene of the guys pulling up the girl’s shirt (didn’t know what that movie was about going into it lol…). Anyway, it used to be kind of a big problem for me, despite what I like in fantasy. If it was a year or two ago, I don’t think I’d be able to handle even a portion of I Spit on Your Grave (which I hadn’t heard of until now actually).

However! My brain has chilled out with that more recently. I also used to not be able to handle much horror but suddenly can handle a lot more of that too lately. Idk what’s really made the difference lately. So with that, I did look up I Spit on Your Grave and I watched most of the extended scene. I would say it’s overall too much for something that would turn me on or be a movie I want to watch. But like… I know I’ve seen gifs of that movie on tumblr, and I’ve reblogged them lol. And it definitely checked a lot of my boxes with guns and knives and intox and even stuff in the forest specifically. There were short isolated moments where I might have been like 👀 lol but otherwise not really for me. I guess just in movies like that (as in not porn) it just focuses a lot more on the terror and humiliation. I guess it’s too real? But a quick gif without context is different. Porn/erotica/fantasy in my head is just better.

I fully recognize the weirdness of something literally triggering a panic attack in me and yet being what I gravitate towards in sexual fantasy. Especially when that panic attack trigger is (was) about sex itself. But yeah like I said, human brain weird. I just go with it though. I’d rather it be a kink than something that’s upsetting.

The vibes that Johnny guy gave off were nice though. The direction my brain goes in was I wish he just took her for himself and wouldn’t let anyone else have her. And just keeps her as his pet. 🥰 And anyone who’s been on my blog for more than a minute would know I’d love a hint of reassurance/soothing too haha. It seemed they wanted to keep things pretty rough/degrading though, which makes sense for the plot.

Anyway thanks for the ask sorry for the novel!

#personal #asks

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allalrightagain · 1 year

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I posted 592 times in 2022

107 posts created (18%)

485 posts reblogged (82%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@lunapwrites

@broomsticks

@thebibliosphere

@labradorduck

@remuslupinfest

I tagged 572 of my posts in 2022

Only 3% of my posts had no tags

#hp - 141 posts

#lt talks - 104 posts

#hp fic - 49 posts

#ask games - 46 posts

#remus lupin - 30 posts

#diwf - 27 posts

#show everyone - 25 posts

#writing - 19 posts

#lt writes fic - 18 posts

#reblog games - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#there’s a famous-in-certain-circles person with the same spelling as my name and it was very surreal when it first started being brought up

My Top Posts in 2022:

OH YES character ask game i was hoping it’d find its way here!! remus and harry please ❤️ (and/or anyone else you have Thoughts about!!)

XD Thank you! Remus and Harry are good ones haha. This took me forever to nail down specifics and I still didn’t succeed, this is the best I’ve got lmao. Under a cut because I think this is even longer than the last one 😂

favorite thing about them

Remus

I could write a whole essay on each of them—how/why I project on them, a hundred little things I think about regularly— but I will try to keep it short. What sticks with me about Remus, over and over, is how much he’s able to do with so little. He is going through it literally every day. I liked Remus a lot in initial reads, but it wasn’t until I returned to the books and fandom that he really started standing out to me. A direct quote of an annotation from my last reread (Dec ’19, which I never finished) just after he’s introduced says

“Not only is Remus a dementor hotspot as it is, but Lupin’s summer goes something like this: accepts job working at hogwarts, sirius escapes, he gets on the hogwarts express (without any of his now dead or imprisoned best friends for the first time ever) falls asleep, wakes up to a spitting image of his dead best friend and a dementor outside the door, best friend’s son who he hasn’t seen since said best friend died passes out on the floor and then Remus has to come up with a happy memory?? It’s really no wonder he doesn’t notice Peter is Scabbers. He’s got too much on his mind. Like grief.”

He has seen so much, and yet despite everything he still keeps moving, keeps fighting, keeps showing up when he absolutely is not expected to. All of his little gestures, the reaching out to grab Harry’s shoulder and then thinking better of it, there’s just so much going on in his head all the time and at least 60% of it is angst (and it should probably be a lot higher than that).

Harry

Harry has been my comfort character for almost longer than I can remember— that’s not an exaggeration, my dad read the first three books out loud to me the year I started kindergarten and I reread them every summer until the last book came out when I was in middle school. I have, no joke, spent more time thinking about him than the entirety of my college major and current career combined. I think the same resilience we see in Remus stands out in Harry (a HUGE portion of DIWF planning was outlining similarities between the two for a reason— they are absolutely mirrors), the same desire to be kind, to care even when it seems foolish. If I had to pick one single thing, it’s that; the empathy he offers to others (almost) no matter what. and on the few occasions he doesn’t, I was well ahead of him in telling them to fuck off

least favorite thing about them

Remus

Voted most likely to give his kid daddy issues :( I love him dearly but at the first sign of a hiccup Remus’s instinct is to be anywhere but here and justifies it by doing something productive wherever that “not here” is. See: reading during SWM, resigning from Hogwarts, the werewolf packs, the horcrux hunt.

Harry

Excepting the epilogue/CC which I do not count against him, of course. Idk if I even have a least favorite thing. Everything that comes to mind I immediately justify lmao. I guess he can be a bit of an asshole, and he’s very quick to judge the good guys from the bad guys, which mostly works out in his favor but sometimes means he justifies things he shouldn’t (or hates someone without much cause).

favorite line

Remus

Hard-pressed not to pick the scene where Snape and Remus (and Harry) discuss the Map in POA without Remus copping to anything. OR possibly “No one’s going to try and kill you until we’ve sorted a few things out." Love scary!Remus.

Harry

Too many to count— I just spent like 3 hours rereading bits and pieces and I’ve given up trying to pick just one, or even a couple. He’s got some really great sass backs, particularly to Snape, Malfoy, and the Dursleys, plus a couple really upsetting lines like “People don’t like being locked up” or “Parents,” said Harry, “shouldn’t leave their kids unless — unless they’ve got to,” but I genuinely don’t think I can pick a favorite.

brOTP

Remus

Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs <3 Although I do like Remus and Lily as friends.

Harry

Ron. 100%.

OTP

Remus

Ok this is just going to look like an unpopular opinion answer, but I love Remadora and Wolfstar about the same. Also Remus/Tonks/Sirius I love a lot. James/Lily/Sirius/Remus goes in honorable mentions.

Harry

Hinny :) Drarry I’ll read but you have to sell me on it a bit unless I’m in the mood.

nOTP

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Diversity win! Your nb coworker just won a sports argument with you thanks to knowledge gained from fandom!

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Hate that I’m working when I desperately want to get out resurrected Lily/James have to live with 30 something Remus/Sirius and also Harry

14 notes - Posted January 29, 2022

Out of the Woods (Wormtail Week Day 1)

Life continues after the ending of every story, happy or otherwise. Or: Peter has a plan, after everything falls apart. He isn't totally sure if it's going to plan, though. Peter Pettigrew/Petunia Dursley Post-Halloween 1981, cheating, getting together

Once upon a time, there was a young girl named Petunia who dreamed of getting out. Out of town, out of the house, out of the way of her perfect, peculiar sister and her strange, special friends.

Unlike them, Petunia didn’t have magic to whisk her away from life as she knew it; it took time and hard work and a calculated “miracle” or two (oh that’s so funny! I just happened to…), until she got a wedding and a king and a castle far, far away, just as she’d always hoped.

But then, of course, fairy tales don’t tell the story after the Happily Ever After.

At first, it was perfect. They had a darling, delightful prince, and Petunia got to decide what foods to eat, how much to clean, what their garden should look like.

And so she cooked and she cleaned and she gardened and she cared for their son, and when she was done for the day, Vernon would return and she would do half of it over again.

Her parents died, leaving her the keys to a kingdom she’d renounced long ago. As ever, she did what was right, what was expected, and her amazing, absent sister couldn’t be bothered to show.

She kept the keys to the house she didn’t want in a little box in the kitchen, just in case. She didn’t know what it was in case of, especially once Lily had died and left her nothing but another baby to care for, but just in case of something. She knew better than anyone that anything was often well beyond the scope of the expected or the imaginable.

And sure enough, one winter afternoon, she found a rat in her kitchen.

She’d only just put the boys down for a nap (and what a hassle that was with two of them! Each setting the other off crying again when they’d almost fallen asleep, over and over, until she wanted to leave them both alone in the hopes that they’d tire each other out and maybe maybe let it be quiet again) and she had returned downstairs with the intent of starting dinner when she found it— him— sitting cool as you please on Petunia’s sparkling counters, drinking a snifter of Vernon’s most expensive brandy.

She let out a scream before she thought of the boys she’d only just gotten to sleep and swallowed it back. But the rat seemed uninterested, and… did he just raise an eyebrow?

She cast around for a broom or a pan to scare him off but the only thing closer to her than the rat was the teddy she’d planned to mend after Dudley had ripped the head off. It would have to do.

Careful not to get too close— she didn’t want to hit the glass— she swung out with the stuffie, and still the rat looked unimpressed.

“Out,” she cried, with another swing, this one a bit closer, “Get out of my house! I don’t want you here!”

This had never worked on Lily or the Snape boy either, but she knew magic had all sorts of rules to learn, and, well, she could hope that was one. In films, Dracula needed permission to enter, maybe that was true of witches, too.

The rat had put down his drink to face her directly.

“Didn’t you hear me?” she said, as loudly as she dared. “Leave!”

But the rat did not, and when she swung out once more, the snifter wobbled precariously.

“Fine! Fine,” she conceded, slumping back against the refrigerator, beheaded teddy leg still clutched in her hand. “Well? If you’ve got a message for me, or whatever, say it now before my husband gets home.”

Finally, the rat moved. A step away from the brandy, then a running leap at her that made her shriek again and swat it away with her makeshift weapon— except when it made contact it was with a fully grown man, not a rat at all.

He stood before her, wand held casually in one hand— not exactly brandishing it at her, but showing it off. He was short, not quite as tall as she was, with bright, straw blond hair, and he looked like a strong wind would bowl him over, despite having a bit of bulk on her. If it wasn’t for the stupid wooden stick in his hand, she thought she could easily take him.

That, and the rat thing.

“First of all, we’ve got to work on your security system. D’you know who I am?”

He didn’t ask like Vernon— or his father— did, full of expectation and impatience. The man-who-was-also-a-rat asked like he expected to have been overlooked, like he was afraid even now that he’d be thrown out for not being recognized. It was a look Petunia had trained away from her own expression when she’d lost her accent.

“I’m afraid I don’t, mister…”

“Pettigrew,” he said cautiously, “Peter Pettigrew.” And then, after a moment of hesitation, “I was— I was friends with your sister and your… brother-in-law.”

“Yes, well, they’re both dead now, and they’ve left me their son, as I’m sure you’re aware, seeing as you’ve let yourself into my kitchen.”

“Like I was saying, better security system. Which brings me to why I’m here.”

He made a sort of gesture to imply he’d like to sit down at the table and discuss it, but when Petunia didn’t budge from her place against the fridge, he stayed standing in the middle of the room.

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My #1 post of 2022

I don't have time or energy to tease out @impishtubist's prompt of resurrected James/Lily need to learn to live with Sirius, Remus, and Harry, but have five drabbles (really! 100 words each!) on their first dinner together. Canon divergence, somewhere around OotP.

Harry had gone to the Ministry expecting death—his or Sirius’s or one of his friends— and hoped to survive. Instead, he’d gotten something more miraculous than even he could wish for. Every minute since his parents— parents! He’d never really had those!— had stumbled out of the veil has been spent learning something new: the way his mother flicks away the ends of her hair, the weight of his father’s hand on his shoulder, the way they smiled at each other. He learns and he waits for it to all be ripped away and enjoys it while he can.

They’re all sat at a kitchen table in a house none of them own. Six chairs. Five people, five place settings. There should be six of them and James hasn’t quite accepted that there aren’t. Remus and Sirius have had a whole life— Harry’s whole life— or at the very least years to try and understand what could never be explained. James is angry and upset and happy to be alive and so, so confused by this world that’s wrong in unexpected ways. Five of them are here and Harry had flinched when the sixth was mentioned, and James aches.

Remus blinks again, still expecting the mirage to dissipate and leave him full of pain and drugs and regret. Magic didn’t bring people back from the dead. If it could, he would have gone to the Ministry sometime before now and dragged them back himself and saved them all the trouble. Remus was supposed to struggle through it, to make it to the finish line decades too soon, die in some tragic or heroic way and be greeted with pity and love as he had in life. Cobbling together a table full of loved ones had never been the plan.

The last few moments of Lily’s life keep flashing behind her eyes; her toddler’s confused face, the cold, cruel laugh, a blinding flash of death-green light. She keeps them open, watches the room instead of memories fifteen years and hours old. Sees how her son looks to Sirius before he moves or speaks, how he flinches and shrinks in on himself, how he shakes. He doesn’t look to Remus, and Remus can’t stop looking at her and James. They aren’t a family, they’re just a ball of tangled strings, tied up in all the wrong ways, impossible to untangle.

Sirius had dreamt this, truly dreamt instead of nightmares, that first night after Azkaban—all of them together: Sirius his own age, James and Lily forever twenty-one, Remus somewhere in between. Harry had just been there, one and eleven all at once. It didn’t compare to this moment of absolute lightness Sirius feels watching his family— free from death and that horrible house— joyous at the most perfect dinner he’ll ever eat. They have time to fight, to learn to live together, to not set off each of their particular traumas. That will come, because they, somehow, have time.

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dreamlessinparis · 3 years

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Refreshing Bliss

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: When a heat wave becomes too much, Bucky finds a way to cool down his lovers and heat them up.

Warning: no plot, just smut, pool sex, dirty talk, explicit language, Bucky and Steve in a pool, fluff, pet names, 18+

If you're a minor, DNI

Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)

A/N: Okay I know I said I'd have this up before the weekend was up and it's now Wednesday, I suck 🙈 haha I'm sorry this took longer than anticipated, but I really hope you like it @thefallenbibliophilequote and it quenches your pool needs😘😊 all mistakes are my own.

You could literally feel the sweltering heat through the glass window you were standing in front of. The heatwave was drastically getting worse and nothing was helping. The inner pool was under construction and the outdoor pool was still being built. Why Tony hadn’t built that with the rest of the compound you would never know.

Alas despite the high-tech facilities of the place, the AC was having technical issues and in the midst of Tony fixing them, the whole compound was slowly melting. Everyone was down to their skivvies and aside from ogling eyes, there wasn’t any touching. It was too hot to even think about. Which was impossible to fathom considering who you were dating.

Bucky and Steve had become a permanent fixture in your life since the night of your catastrophic mission. The fear of losing you had caused them to reveal their true feelings and they were ecstatic that you reciprocated them. Truly you couldn't have been happier and that happiness only grew from there. But recently you were avoiding them, those two ran hotter than the average person and in this heat, it was unbearable to deal with.

"Bunny?" Steve's voice pulled you away from your thoughts and you looked over your shoulder. He looked absolutely delectable, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts that hung dangerously low on his hips. His sculpted chest was beaded with sweat and your mouth watered at the thought of running your tongue over all the hard planes.

"Hmm?" you hummed, turning to face him fully. "What's up Steve?"

Your eyes remained glued to his glistening pecs and he chuckled softly.

"Eyes up here bunny," Steve began to walk towards you and you backed away until your bare back was pressed against the heated glass. Your eyes reluctantly broke away from his chest, and widened at the intense look in his eyes.

"Steve, no," you said, placing your hands on his chest, keeping him from coming any closer. The muscles jumped at your touch and you couldn't help the moan that escaped you.

"No?" His eyebrow cocked, challenging your willpower.

You tried your hardest to gain your resolve, shaking your head slowly. "No Steve, it's too hot."

"We can make it hotter. Come on, sweetheart, you've been avoiding us for well over a week and we miss you," he said, leaning to place soft kisses on your neck. Your arms buckled slightly, allowing him to take a step closer. His lips brushed over a sensitive spot, causing you to sink your nails into the skin of his pecs.

The groan he let out rumbled through your body and the next thing you knew, he had you pressed hard against the glass and his smoldering body. His thigh found its way between your legs, your shorts barely a barrier. Your hips rocked subconsciously, needing to relieve the ache that had been plaguing you for too long.

“Steve,” you whimpered, his thigh pressed harder against your core, and your head fell back against the glass with a thud.

“Yes?” he mumbled into your soft skin.

“It’s too hot,” you argued weakly, as his warm hand slid underneath your halter top, and cupped your breast. You arched into his touch and for a moment, you thought about saying fuck it and letting him have his way with you.

But even the pleasure of his body, couldn’t bypass the rising heat, sweat clinging to your skin. It was sticky and hot, but not in a good way. You were getting too irritated to enjoy any of it and Steve felt it, pulling away with a huff.

“We have to do something about this heat,” he complained, “I can’t keep watching you in these barely-there outfits and not fucking you against every surface.”

You laughed, knowing he was completely right. The heat was going to be the death of everyone in this compound if Tony didn’t figure out a way to make the AC work better.

“I know, Steve. It’s not easy for me either. Watching you and Bucky half-naked, working out in those shorts. It’s torture.” you whined, tossing your hands up in the air in frustration. Steve groaned as the movement caused your breasts to bounce; he adjusted himself, sitting on the bed in a huff.

Bucky walked in, hair clinging to his face, sweat dripping. He had just finished an outdoor workout with Sam and looked in need of a cold shower. The thought seemed to quickly dissipate as he took in the sight of you still leaning against the glass. The look in his eye told you that he wanted so badly to nail you against it but unlike Steve, he understood that the heat was killing you as much as it was him. Even his metal arm was warm to the touch.

“Hi Buck,” you smiled, greeting the brunette man. Bucky couldn’t help but smile back. His smile lit up his whole face and it made your heart happy, knowing you could make him so carefree and warm. He thought he was lucky to have you but it was just the opposite. You knew though that god if he couldn’t touch you for another day or two, he was going to lose it.

“Hey doll, how are you doing?”

“Hot, Buck. She’s hot, we’re all fucking hot and I’m going to lose my mind,” Steve ranted, throwing himself back onto the bed. Bucky chuckled at his frustration, even though he could relate.

“Thank you, Steve. I hadn’t realized how hot it was,” Bucky joked, walking between the two of you to the set of drawers and grabbing a clean pair of boxers. He dropped his shorts to the ground and your jaw dropped with them. His firm asscheeks were taunting you and you just wanted to bite one. You strayed your glance up to the muscles of his back, moving fluidly under his skin as he walked to the bathroom. He was absolutely a work of art, they both were.

“I’m going to take a shower and then I’ll tell you guys about the idea I had for saving us from the heat,” Bucky continued, turning slightly to face you both. With what can only be considered herculean strength, you focused solely on his face and nowhere lower. “Actually, why wait. You two start packing, I’m taking you on to a surprise location.”

Neither you nor Steve moved, eyeing him warily. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

“With a pool and great AC,” he finished and the two of you jumped into motion. Chuckling, Bucky entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him as you and Steve rushed to pack.

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The house was in a secluded neighborhood a few miles from the compound. It was a two-story cabin-style house, build near the edge of a mountain; the closest neighbor had to be at least a couple miles away if not more.

You climbed out of the cool car and were immediately slapped in the face by the humidity. Debating for a moment whether you were going to climb back in or make a run for the front door, you decided on the latter. Snatching the keys out of Bucky’s hand, you ran.

“Oh yeah, doll, that’s nice. It’s not like we’re hot or anything.” Bucky quipped, pulling your suitcase out of the back and reaching in for his.

You ran backward for a moment as you responded, “I know you’re hot, James. That’s why I’m dating you,” and with a smirk on your face, you winked before making your way inside

It felt like heaven inside, the coolness licking across your skin and making you shiver. Shiver! You couldn’t the last time you shivered. Doing a happy dance, you spun in a quick circle in excitement, taking in the stunning house you were in.

The open layout of the first floor allowed you see out the back window to the glistening pool. A beautiful, welcoming, infinity pool with a killer view of the mountainscape and the towns below. Your feet carried you through the house, taking in the rustic decorations and the wide, open kitchen, before padding up the stairs.

There were so many doors, you didn’t know which one to look in first but the open door at the end of the hall did seem quite promising. You heard the boys downstairs with the luggage, Steve noting how nice it felt in here. Leaning over the railing, you waved down at them.

“Hi Bunny, did you find the bedrooms?” Steve asked an air of excitement in his tone.

“Bucky, whose place is this?” you questioned, ignoring your boyfriend’s horniness for the time being. You were playing with fire and you knew it but sometimes you preferred Steve a little riled up. Brought his Captain voice out and you got turned on just thinking about it.

“It’s mine, doll,” Bucky answered, coming up the stairs with the luggage, “I bought it a few months ago but they were renovating parts of it and they finished everything up yesterday.”

He walked past you towards the open door and you trailed behind him. You were on a mission and it involved the bed. The room was so spacious that the California king looked smaller than it was. You were about to go jump on the bed, when a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into the brick wall that Steve called his torso.

“Uh uh, Bucky and I are going to go for a dip first, since you were so eager to run from us earlier. It’s our turn to run from you,” Steve’s velvety baritone filled your ears. You let out a needy whimper as you tried to grind back into him. His grip on you was too tight for you to even wiggle your hips.

Bucky came up and gave you a light kiss. “Be a good girl, and get your swimsuit doll. We’ll be downstairs waiting for you.”

Steve released you and you did as you were told, hoping you’d be rewarded thoroughly.

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Bucky was leaning against the wall of the pool, arms resting on the ledge, head resting backwards. Steve was coming out of the water from his lap when the sliding door opened and both pairs of eyes whirled onto you. The bikini you wore left very little to the imagination and you had bought it on a whim, never thinking you’d wear it.

However, it was the one that Steve had packed and the only other option was to come down nude. Water droplets clung to Steve’s body like little gems as he began to climb out. He held his hand out to you, pulling you in for a chaste kiss before he headed towards the deep end, doing a backflip into the pool, splashing your legs.

The water was so refreshing and despite how welcoming it looked, swimming was not your thing. You gently lowered yourself to the concrete, sliding your legs into the liquid euphoria. It felt blissful and you thought about going all the way in, but you were over the deep end, and the thought of your feet not touching the ground, freaked you the fuck out.

Bucky swam over to you, large hands resting on your thighs.

“You’re not getting in doll?”

“Swimming’s not my thing,” you replied, shaking your head, “I’ll just wait here patiently, while you guys do your thing.”

“As pretty as you look perched up there, you’d look even prettier if you were wet,” Steve swam up beside Bucky, placing a kiss on your knee. His fingers trailed up your leg, teasing the edge of your bottoms, “Let me rephrase, wetter.”

His thumb slipped under them, gliding over your pussy lips and your legs spread wider to give him more access. He rubbed light circles on your clit, as Bucky kissed up and down your other leg. You gasped lightly, eye fluttering shut as you tilted your hips forward.

Steve increased his speed and Bucky switched between kisses and light nips. You were right on the brink of an orgasm when they both pulled back. Your eyes flew open in shock. The two grinned up at you innocently like they didn’t just edge you.

“If you want more, bunny, you’re gonna have to get in,” Steve taunted, wiggling his fingers at you.

“Steveee,” you pouted, kicking your legs out to splash him. He shook his head, swimming backward away from you. Bucky sensed your hesitation, squeezing your thigh reassuringly.

“We just want you to have fun with us doll. How about you get in and I carry you around? I promise I won’t let you drown.”

His gray blue eyes were sincere as his hands came to rest on your waist, tugging you light forward. Your hands shot out, gripping his shoulders as you allowed him to pull you in. The contrast of the cold water to the hot air raised goosebumps all over your body. Your arms slid loosely around his shoulders as you became fully submerged. Legs wrapped around his slender waist, you clung to him like a koala.

You were safe in his arms and you knew it, allowing your body to relax. Tilting your head back, you submerged your hair, letting it float behind you like a mermaid. Bucky’s metal hand held you up by the ass, and he used his other arm to maneuver over to the corner where Steve waited.

You ran your fingers through Bucky’s wet hair as you enjoyed the glide of the water on your skin. They were right, it felt so nice, but it was even nicer being carried around. Noticing that you were in what would be considered the shallow end, you were surprised to see that even with Bucky’s feet touching the ground, the water came up to his biceps. The pool was definitely not built for people who couldn’t swim or were shorter than 6ft, that was for sure.

Steve traced up your spine, fingers wrapping around the back of your neck so that he could kiss you. The kiss was dirty and obscene, making you roll your body, grinding on Bucky’s abs. Steve’s hard cock was pressed against your ass and Bucky rocked his own hard-on against you to create some friction. Steve’s tongue tangled with yours, his grip shifting to your hair, grabbing a hard handful.

You moaned into his mouth, arching forward, your chest cresting out of the water. Bucky licked a path from the valley of your breasts to your collarbone, before biting his way back down. He nuzzled in between your breasts, placing open-mouthed kisses along the skin.

Since you were pressed so snugly between the two supersoldiers, Bucky felt comfortable enough to slide his metal hand up your torso to meet his flesh hand. Cupping your boobs, he kneaded them roughly, enjoying the way you rolled your body in response. His thumbs hooked to the cloth triangles, moving them to the side, as your breasts popped free of their confines.

Steve’s hand stayed in your hair as he pulled away to give you both a chance to breathe. He shifted his focus to your neck, using your hair to rotate your face to the side giving him better access. His teeth grazed over the delicate skin, drawing a soft mewl out of you. Bucky’s lips wrapped around your nipple, licking and sucking hungrily before his teeth bit down gently and gave it a tug.

“Bucky, fuck.. just like that,” you moaned, eyes rolling into the back of your head in pleasure.

His metal hand toyed with the other breast, running his thumb over the nipple, hardening it. He pinched it, rolling it between his fingers. His eyes rolled up to look at you and he moaned at the expression of pure ecstasy on your face. The vibrations felt so good and combined with Steve’s assault on your neck, it made you grind your hips harder.

You could feel the coil tightening when Steve’s hands fell to your waist as he guided you and Bucky to the pool wall. He helped Bucky shift his hold on you, hooking his arms under yours, hands gripping the edge of the pool wall. He then spread your legs wide enough for Bucky to step between them. Steve reached into Bucky’s trunks and grabbed ahold of his dick, pumping him.

Bucky was now attached to your other nipple, and Steve’s hand made him moan again. His hips bucked and Steve groaned, using his other hand to untie the sides of your bikini. Pulling Bucky out completely, he guided the tip through your swollen folds, coating him in your slick.

Bucky released your nipple with a pop, burying his head in your neck as Steve lined him up with your pulsing entrance. You moaned loudly as Bucky slid in, the burn of the strength had you digging your nails into both of their biceps.

“You’re so fucking tight, doll. I don’t know if I’m gonna fit,” Bucky grunted, into your neck.

“Oh we’re gonna make it fit, Buck,” Steve growled, “Our girl’s been deprived too long, she needs to be filled to the brim.”

“Don’t stop, Bucky. I can take it,” you begged, head falling back as his hips jerked, inching deeper.

Steve stroked Bucky’s hair as the brunette rocked his hips slowly, the pain turning quickly to pleasure. Bucky kissed your neck, then along the edge of your jaw before capturing your lips.

Steve gripped Bucky’s ass, guiding him to go faster, watching as each hard thrust made your tits bounce. You felt so full, legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked you hard. The feeling was so good, the cool water licking along your heated skin, waves caused by the rhythm of Bucky’s movements.

“How’s that feel Bunny?” Steve asked, stroking himself languidly. He had pulled his trucks off and they were now floating beside Bucky’s on the water.

Bucky’s growls were low in your ear and the sound of them was making you throb. The fact that your body was causing this god of a man to fall apart, made you feel far too powerful. Your hand tugged on Bucky’s locks, making him groan and fuck you faster.

“So good, Steve,” you panted, “Buck, right there, baby, right fucking there!” Bucky’s hips angled according to your words, hitting your sweet spot with such ferocity that your climax hit out of nothing. Your toes curled hard as your thighs shook from the intensity of the orgasm and its aftershocks. Bucky’s hips kept going as he fucked you through it, the way you were clenching around him made him cum shortly after. He groaned as he shot ropes of cum into you, painting your walls.

The two of you breathed heavily, Buck’s head resting on your heaving chest. As much as Steve enjoyed the show he was getting impatient so grabbing the back of Buck’s neck, he gently pulled him off you. A sad sigh escaped you as his cock slid out of you. Steve’s arm quickly wrapped around your waist, not allowing you to sink.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m going to fill you in just a moment,” he shushed you, kissing your temple reassuringly. Bucky’s hands worked quickly to rid you of your top, tossing it over his shoulder to join the rest. “Buck, sit on the ledge. Bunny is going to suck your dick, while I fuck her from behind. Isn’t that right baby?”

“Yes, Steve,” you nodded rapidly, excited by the prospect. You were insatiable when it came to these two and they could fuck you unconscious every day of the week, no problem.

Bucky chuckled at your enthusiasm as he pulled himself up on the ledge. His cock was already semi erect again. Thank god for that serum.

Steve held you to him, back to his chest, placing light kisses to your shoulder as he waited for Bucky to get situated. Your boys were so careful with you and you loved them that much more for it. He swam forward until you could hold onto Bucky’s thighs, running your hands over the coiled muscle. Buck’s hand stroked your cheek as you looked up at him through your lashes.

He smiled wide, loving the sight of you in front of him, leaning down to kiss you deeply. Steve held the back of your thighs up, positioning himself before pushing in.

“I swear nothing compares to this tight little pussy, bunny. I could stay buried in your warmth all fucking day,” Steve said, bottoming out with a swift thrust of his hips. The stretch of him was easier to adjust to after Bucky, but a slight burn still remained.

Bucky’s lips muffled your sounds of pleasure. You clenched around Steve, your warmth enveloping him and he moaned loudly. His thrusts found a steady rhythm and you whimpered as you separated from Bucky, resting your head on his thigh to collect yourself for a moment.

It was getting hard to focus, each drive of his hips knocking the breath out of you. Your fingers languidly ghosted over Bucky’s shaft, making him gasp. Needing him to make more noise, you gathered your strength and turned your attention to the gorgeous cock, the red tip angry and weeping. Your fingers enclosed around it, squeezing lightly, a jolt of excitement ran through you when you heard his breath catch. Collecting the gathered droplets of precum on your thumb, you maintained eye contact as you sucked it off, savoring his salty taste. Bucky’s gaze was heated as the anticipation for your next move tightened his whole body.

Your tongue darted out to circle the tip of Bucky’s hardening cock, your hand wrapped around the base, pumping him. Bucky bit back a moan as your lips wrapped around him. Hollowing out your cheeks, you took him further down your throat. Bucky’s hand found the back of your head as he followed the rhythm of your head.

“Oh you’re driving me nuts,” Bucky panted, “I know you can handle all of me, doll. Come on, just a little more.” he pushed down lightly to guide you further.

The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and you fought your gag reflex as you swallowed him a little further. Your nose nuzzled the coarse hairs at the base of his cock, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes before letting your head come up and sinking back down, bobbing faster.

Steve began to thrust his hips at a brutal speed, hands digging into your hips, holding you buoyant. He had been dreaming of this moment for weeks now and he was so impatient after watching Bucky fuck you. You moaned making Bucky groan and his grip tightened on your hair. The slurping noises coming out your mouth, combined with the slapping of water spurred both men on.

Bucky’s hips began to buck, making you choke a little. You flattened your tongue and relaxed your jaw, allowing him to take control. He thrusted into your mouth, holding your head with both hands. Tears streamed down your cheeks, as lines of spit escaped the corners of your lips. You did your best to breathe through your nose, but it became difficult when Bucky buried himself so far down your throat, holding you there for a moment before pulling back.

His grip eased on your hair allowing you to wrap your hand around his cock, pulling it free from your mouth with a pop, gasping a little. The way your face was flushed, drool and precum all over your chin, light gasps falling from your lips, you looked absolutely cockdrunk and Bucky almost came at the sight of you. He ran his thumb along your bottom lip and you kissed it sweetly, making him smile. Steve took that moment to roll his hips, angling them to sheathe deeper in you.

“Ah shit Steve,” your mouth fell open, gasping as Steve hit the spot that makes you see stars. You clung to Bucky’s thighs as the power of Steve’s ruts, made your breasts hit against the pool tiles. You were a whimpering mess, eyes rolling in the back of your head as you chanted Steve’s name. Steve’s hips slamming against yours harder and harder.

As pretty as the noises coming from you were, Bucky needed to feel your warm mouth on him again. He placed his thumb on your tongue, pulling it out a bit further before he slapped his cock against it.

He always felt so good in your mouth, the heavy girth of him stretching your mouth wide. You licked a broad stripe down the shaft, tracing the thick vein. Truly you could spend hours worshiping Bucky’s cock; Steve’s was just as amazing but the breathy noises that Buck made were unmatched.

Steve bit down on your shoulder, as your cunt gripped him snugly. Bucky’s cock twitched against your tongue, you could tell he was close, so you took him back in your mouth, deep throating him to the best of your ability. His eyes slid shut, head lolling back. The feeling was intense; you were stuffed from both ends and your body was overwrought with pleasure. The knot in your stomach was beginning to unravel with every drag of Steve’s veiny cock.

Steve groaned in your ear, as your orgasm washed over you, feeling your walls pulse.

“Fuck bunny, you’re milking me so good. I’m not gonna last much longer!” The rapid flutters of your silky walls were enough to send him over the edge right after you, flooding you with hot cum deep with each drive of his hips. You screamed around Bucky’s cock, triggering his climax, and his spend shot down your throat.

Bucky slowly pulled out of you, cradling your head to move onto his thigh as you caught your breath. He leaned back on his hands doing the same. Steve slowly left your warmth, the emptiness making you whimper. He held you carefully shifting you around so you were resting against his chest.

“I missed you both,” you whispered into his chest. “Can we take a nap now?”

The pair chuckled, as Steve carried you out of the pool, and Bucky wrapped a warm towel around your back.

“Sure doll, we can nap,” Bucky said, kissing the top of your head.

“And then after we can break in the bed,” Steve stated.

“And the kitchen,” Bucky added.

“Don’t forget the shower,” you chimed in, sleepily.

“Might as well just ruin the whole house,” Steve laughed, going inside, Bucky sliding the door shut after you.

“Sounds like a plan to me. What do you think doll?”

“Mhmm, great plan. But first, we nap,” you concluded.

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ticklishfiend · 3 years

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Yay!! I love your fics and I’m excited to give you a prompt! Maybe Sero gets stuck in his own tape so Kirishima and Kaminari take advantage of finding out he’s ticklish when they try to get him free? Loved your last few fics by the way! I love all your fics but the last few were extra cute. 😊💖💖

aaahh tysm!! i absolutely adore your blog and all of the fics you post! tysm for this prompt, it was adorable, i love these boys sm lol

Sticky Situation (My Hero Academia)

Lee!Sero / Ler!Kirishima,Ler!Kaminari

Summary : Sero wants some help seeing if he can get out of his own tape. When he realizes he can’t, Kirishima and Kaminari just can’t help but take advantage of his little predicament.

Word Count : 1373

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!! MWAH <33

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“And you’re positive this is safe?” Kirishima asked as he used the last bit of tape Sero extended to them to stick said black-haired boy to the wall. Both of Sero’s arms were stretched out beyond his sides, taped up to the wall spread-eagle style, Denki taking final precautionary measures by flattening the tape against his legs.

“Totally, man, I’ve done this to people tons of times!” Sero answered reassuringly, tugging at his arms to make sure he couldn’t escape. “I just need to make sure that if my tape is ever used against me, I can figure a way out of it myself. Wouldn’t be super heroic for a villain to trap me using my own quirk.”

“Makes sense,” Denki nodded, stepping back to admire his and Kiri’s handiwork. “So, uh...how do you plan on getting out exactly?”

Sero grinned widely. “Like...this!” Sero tugged harshly against his tape, pulling at his legs and arms for freedom.

He didn’t even budge.

“Uh...I mean...like...THIS!” he tried again, rougher this time, his neck twisting as all his muscles pulled and writhed trying to free himself from his own bindings. The strained noises escaping his throat made Kiri raise a brow questioningly, before Denki burst into his own fit of laughter, clutching his stomach.

“Holy shit! He’s stuck!” Denki cackled, pointing towards the raven haired teen who finally slumped against the wall with an exasperated sigh.

“Quit laughing, you idiot! I can get out of this! I’ve just gotta…” Sero tried twisting his arms this time, attempting to create some friction between his skin and the sticky texture of his tape. This only resulted in a gross burning sensation on his arms, so he tried flapping his arms up and down this time. This only made him look more like an idiot than he already did.

Kiri couldn’t help but chuckle at the boy’s predicament. “Doesn’t seem like you’re gettin’ any further there, buddy,” Kiri grinned, making Denki snort beside him. “Let’s just get you down from there before you hurt yourself.”

Sero sighed, looking away from his friends embarrassingly. “Yeah, fine, whatever.”

Denki swiped a final laugh-induced tear from his own eye before walking towards Sero pinned to the wall, trying to unstick the tape from his arms. Sero hissed at this, his face wincing in discomfort, making Denki pull away fast.

“Shit, ow, wait don’t do that,” Sero said, clenching his fist a little at the pain. “Feels like your waxing my fucking arm hairs off.”

“Let’s try pulling him from the middle,” Kiri suggested, squeezing Sero’s sides in an attempt to pull. Sero’s torso jerked, the boy letting out a small yelp. Kiri pulled away instantly, thinking he had hurt the boy like Denki had.

“Oh, sorry man I didn’t mean to hurt-”

“No, no, you didn’t hurt me. Just, uh...felt kinda funny,” Sero said without looking directly at Kiri. Denki only raised a brow at this.

“Funny. Like...ticklish funny?” the blonde offered with a smirk, poking a quick finger into the boys ribs. Sero let out a high-pitched “Ah!” his torso trying to twist away from the prodding appendage.

“Ohoho, I see. Someone’s a little sensitive~” Kiri teased, wiggling his fingers in the air menacingly in front of Sero’s body. Sero’s eyes went wide, his struggles against his own bonds becoming a little more panicked.

“Guys, wait, please, don’t do this, I can’t take it-”

“Sure you can, Spidey! Maybe you’ll even squirm enough to worm your way outta this mess, huh?” Denki giggled, wiggling his index finger into Sero’s exposed underarm. Sero jerked with a yelp again, but when the sensation didn’t let up this time, small tittters started escaping his lips.

“Denki! Nohoho!” Sero pleaded, his eyes looking like a begging puppy’s.

“Denki yes!~” Denki retorted, adding all five of his fingers to wiggle into the sensitive pit. Sero giggled harder at this, his eyes squeezing shut in mirth. Kirishima decided he wanted in on some of the fun himself, lifting up Sero’s shirt just enough to scratch his nails against Sero’s wiggling lower belly. The boy sucked his stomach in as much as he could, but his overflow of now even higher-pitched giggles practically made his stomach tickle itself on Kirishima’s fingers.

“GAHAHAHA! NAHAHA! KIRISHIMAHAHA!” Sero cackled, throwing his head back against the wall, arms tugging uselessly against his bonds. Kirishima chuckled at the boy’s torment.

“Aww, whatsa’ matter Sero? We’ve barely even done anything!” Kiri teased, moving his fingers over towards the boy's sides, the boy’s torso shaking as his giggles frantically pushed out of his chest.

“I know, right? Poor guy’s so ticklish we barely have to touch him to get him to lose it,” Kaminari smiled, his right hand continuing it’s gentle but torturous assault on his armpit, while the other travelled to poke around his upper ribs. That sent a jolt through Sero’s body, his giggles turning to small yips and screeches. His nose was scrunched and his smile was so wide it practically ripped his face in half, eyes shut tight and he giggled helplessly.

“AHAH NAHAHA! NOT THAHAT!” Sero cackled as Denki turned to poking his ribs on both sides, playing them like a toddler would play a piano, sporadic pokes leaving the boy to jerk and writhe under his playful touch. “KAMIHIHI! IT TIHIHICKLES!”

“Aw, it does? What about this, does this tickle?~” Kirishima teased as he switched his gentle scratches to playful squeezes on the boy’s hips. Sero guffawed, doubling his body over as much as it could go in the bound position he was in.

“OH GOHOHOD! PLEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAN’T!” Sero pleaded and cackled, his knees bouncing up and down in a mock attempt to kick his legs out. Kirishima noticed this, and experimentally squeezed at one of his thighs.

Sero screamed.

“AHAHAH! NOHOHO! NOT MY THIIHIGHS! PLEHEHEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHIHIHING!” Sero begged through fits of hysterical laughter, his eyes opening to stare at the redhead in plead.

“Aw, but Sero, I can’t just miss an opportunity like this!” Kirishima giggled, moving both his hands to squeeze up and down the boy’s lean but tender thighs. Sero’s laughter reached a new level of hysterical. It was loud and boisterous, his knuckles turning white from how hard he clenched them out beyond his sides. Denki pinched at his ribs with no mercy, and Sero could barely hold on.

“PLEHEHEASE! GUHUYS! I CAHAHAN’T! IT’S SO BAHAHAD! TICKLES SO BAHAHAD!” Sero laughed, pulling even harder at his bindings. His tormentors were too caught up giggling along with their ticklish victim to hear the sound of tape unsticking to the wall in front of them. Sero tugged and pulled as he wiggled subconsciously, his sensitive body just trying to get itself away from the playful torment being put upon itself. Then-

-RIIIIP!-

Sero fell on top of the boys unceremoniously with a yelp and a loud thud, all three of them falling to the floor in a heap of giggles.

“That was so mehehean!” Sero clutched his stomach as he rolled on the floor, still giggling from the previous assault and from the hilarious fall they had all just taken.

“Sorry man, it was too easy not to,” Denki chuckled, laughing as he stood himself up from the floor. He offered two hands to the giggling boys on the floor, pulling them up with a huff.

Once up and off the floor, the boys noticed that Sero still had tape on his arms. He whined as he realized what he was gonna have to do. 20 minutes and a lot of whines and cries of pain later, Sero finally got all the tape off his arms, even if he did have to sacrifice some arm hair in the process.

“At least now you know how to get yourself out of your own tape! Just a couple tickles and you’re all good to go!” Kaminari smiled brightly at Sero who was rubbing at his now red and blotchy arms, the raven-haired boy not amused at his comment.

“I’ll get you both back for this, just you wait,” Sero said with a roll of his eyes. Yeah, he was definitely gonna get them for this. Too easy not to.

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A /N : sorry if this was a little short! im trying not to overwork myself rn haha, hope you enjoyed it tho!! much love!! <33

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peachhcs · 3 years

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Love Languages Pt. 2

Pairing: Luke Patterson x reader

Summary: Pt.2 to Luke asking you what Love Languages are

Warnings: talk of drinking and cheating but that’s it

Word Count: 1.6k

Here is part two that you all have been asking for! I deeply apologize for how long it took me to get this up, school is really kicking my butt. I have a bunch of people asking to be on my taglist and I’m currently in the works of making one so comment or reblog or something telling me you want to be on my taglist! Make sure you specifiy for my series or for small blurbs/oneshots like this or both!

Thank you so much for the amazing feedback! I love the comments and y’all are so amazing!

I’m not sure if this will have a part 3?? but let me know if you want one haha. I won’t be tagging anyone in this because my tags got lost in my notifications, so if you want to be tagged again, make sure you read above! :)

PART 1

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You didn’t mean to avoid Luke, it just kind of happened. Junior Year was no joke and it felt like every night and every weekend you had piles of homework to get done, so you sort of drifted from going to Julie’s house everyday. She didn’t mind, she understood just as much and kept you updated on how the band was doing. However, you still felt guilty for avoiding the boys. You were worried that Luke would think he scared you away by touching you, but you were feeling the exact opposite. You wanted to explore more and find out more but here you were, in your room at 12am trying to finish this nagging essay that was due in 8 hours.

You felt your eyelids growing heavy but you shook your head, trying to keep yourself awake. The 3 monster drinks on your nightstand said enough about how much you were trying to keep yourself awake. You had 2 paragraphs left but you knew you were at a losing battle with yourself. The way your eyes were just glazing over at this point and rereading the same sentence over and over was becoming a very evident indication that you needed sleep. Before you could even think about quitting for the night, there was a noise from the side of your room and a grunt. Your eyes quickly darted over to where the noise came from and there stood Luke with that magenta pull over that you really liked.

“Luke?” His eyes quickly darted over to you, clearly surprised to still see you awake.

“Y/n..hey..” He started and you pushed your laptop away to give him your full attention.

“What are you..doing here?..” You weren’t really sure why he was here and you felt a small bit of tension in the room from avoiding him for the past few weeks.

“I uh..came to see you..” His voice was small and you pushed your eyebrows together in confusion.

“At 12 in the morning?..” You knew ghosts didn’t really sleep but it was still a strange sight to see Luke in your bedroom this late at night.

“Yup..” He trails off and pushes his glance down to the floor. You raised your eyebrow, knowing he wasn’t telling you the whole truth. You two were still best friends after all, so you could read him like an open book.

“Luke, seriously. What are you doing here?” You ask trying to push an answer out of him. He finally meets your gaze again and you see his small expression on his face.

“Why have you been avoiding me?”

You blinked a few times at his bluntness. This time you were the one to avoid his gaze. You picked at your fingernails slightly, knowing Luke was watching you and waiting for an answer.

“I don't mean too.. School’s been tough and stuff.” You say cringing at how lame that sounded even though it was true. Luke stayed silent for a moment, trying to decide if you were lying to him or not. You avoided his eyes and kept your glance locked on the floor.

“Did I do something wrong? Did I overstep by touching you? I didn’t mean to scare you or anything..” Luke trails off and you frown. You quickly shake your head to tell him no.

“No, no, no. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’ve just been really swamped with homework..” You grimace to yourself for coming back to your really lame excuse. You watch as Luke steps a little closer, testing the waters. When you don’t object to him moving closer, he takes a slow seat on your bed beside you.

“You look tired..” He points out, gently reaching to touch your cheek. It warms both of your bodies as your skin makes contact. His hands were..warm..and comforting. You weren’t sure what you expected but it definitely wasn't this. Who knew ghosts were warm?

“I told you I’ve been swamped with homework.” You chuckle and this time Luke chuckles along with you. He gently pulls his hand away and folds them into his lap. You stare down at your feet for a few moments trying to figure out what to say next. This felt like completely new territory the two of you were exploring and by the energy and growing tension in the room; this was a little bit scary.

“Do you think you know..why we can..touch?” You ask hesitantly. Julie was filling you in here and there at school, but it wasn’t much and they didn’t seem to come up with anything as to why you had the “powers” too.

“No..it’s still all confusing. We think Julie’s mom has something to do with us being connected to Julie but we don’t know about you.” Luke says, side eyeing you and you weren’t sure if that was a hint for you to talk about your past or not.

You didn’t really open up about your past. No one had ever really asked so you never really talked. Julie knew a little bit, she knew that your mom and dad fought a lot and you didn’t like being at home that much, but that was about it. You didn’t talk about it further than that, so when you could feel Luke trying to dig into your past more, you shrugged.

“My parents don’t talk much about stuff. I don’t know.” You say, keeping it short and simple. Luke frowns a little at your answer, but he knows not to push so he doesn’t. The two of you sit in more silence beside one another. You picked at your finger nails while Luke’s eyes travelled around your room.

“I ran out on my mom. She didn’t believe in my dream and though dropping out of high school was the worst possible idea. We got into a fight and I ran out. That was the last time I saw her face to face. I died before I could make amends with her.” You glance at Luke, surprised at his openness. Even though you guys were best friends, talking about stuff like this was kind of off limits. The memory hurt too much so you never talked about at home, parent problems.

“Wow..I’m sorry. That must have been hard on both of you.” You admit and Luke nods.

“It was, but Julie helped me make amends with them last year.” Luke smiles a little and you smile too. You knew his little story was a play to get you to start talking so you took in a little breath.

“My dad cheated on my mom a few years ago with..a few other women. My mom keeps trying to make excuses for him to keep him around. They fight a lot because my dad doesn’t want to stay but my mom keeps pushing it. They’re both pretty heavy drinkers, too. It’s not a very good mix.” You explain. It felt weird to say it out loud, but it also felt nice to talk about it with someone.

“I’m really sorry, Y/n. I can’t imagine how difficult that is.” Luke empathizes but you only shrug.

“It’s a good thing Julie let’s me come over so much. She’s been there for me for it all and I really love her for that.” You say, smiling at the thought of Julie’s friendship. You really couldn’t ask for a better best friend to get through it all.

“Yeah, Julie’s really great. She does it all.” Luke laughs and you nod in agreement. More silence fills in between you two but it was comfortable silence. This time you lean your head on Luke’s shoulder and he pulls his arm around you to bring you closer. You could feel the tension slowly fading away. Sometimes all it took was one meaningful conversation to break the barrier.

“Oh yeah, I saw these on my way over here and I thought you might like them.” Luke smiles and you watch as he digs into his pocket before pulling out a small bouquet of those pretty Aster flowers. You sit up a little, instantly recognizing them. They were your grandma’s favorite before she passed away when you were little.

“Asters?” You ask and Luke glances at you a little surprised.

“Is that what they’re called? They’re really pretty.” Luke smiles and hands them to you. You smile, smelling them and instantly getting that fresh scent of your grandma’s house.

“They are very pretty. Thank you.” You smile warmly and Luke smiles again.

“Yeah, you’re welcome. They just reminded me of you.” Luke says and you chuckle. That was something your grandma had said to you a lot.

“You should probably get going. It’s getting late and the boys are probably wondering where you are.” You chuckle, glancing at how much later it had gotten and you still had to wake up for school the next morning.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I’ll see you at Julie’s tomorrow?” Luke stands up and sends you a hopeful glance. You chuckle and nod a yes.

“Yeah, see you there, Patterson.” Luke smiles at your response. You watch as he hesitates to leave for a moment and you’re about to question him when in one quick motion he plants a kiss on your cheek before poofing out.

You sit there, a little stunned, before allowing a small blush to creep its way onto your cheeks. You got up to put your flowers in your little vase on your desk. It added a nice touch to your room. If Luke hadn’t come in to make you more alert, you would have missed it. On your desk by the vase was a small piece of paper with writing on it. Upon examining it further, it was one of the last notes your grandma had written to you before she passed away. You thought you had lost that somewhere in your numerous papers, but there it was, front and center on your desk.

I will be with you, today, tomorrow, and forever. You just have to look for the signs - Grandma

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levihan-drabbles · 3 years

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Hey guys !!! I hope everyone in this wonderful fandom is doing amazing <3 Recently, my friend and I have come up with a very interesting and fun event that we're hoping you all would like to participate in. We haven't really seen surprise prompts and drabble weeks for Levihan before, so we decided to make one! Also a very fun contest with cool awards too.

Getting straight to the point, the reason why this event is different from an usual prompt week is because we are only going to be focusing on drabbles here. (And also because the prompts won't be predetermined and given to you beforehand)

(Note: this is also open to artists and other content creators. We will be making another post tomorrow explaining how the event works for them. Till then, the writers can continue)

✒ A drabble is a short work of fiction of precisely one hundred words in length. The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author's ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in a confined space. (YeS I stole it from google)

As a writer myself, due to the limited word limit, drabbles can be a bit of a struggle sometimes, and that is primarily the reason why this whole event is also somewhat more of a writing practice (other than the fact that we need to get those numbers on AO3 up haha)

Without wasting much time, let's get straight into the details, and how this is really going to work, what are surprise prompts and the contest and its awards of course.

▶ How long are your entries really supposed to be? Well Google says 100 words but that's way too unfair so your fic should be = to or under 1000 words. The maximum you can go up to is 1500.

▶ Are there any certain prompts/themes these drabbles should be on? Yes, and that's what we are going to talk about next.

▶ And what are surprise prompts? Okay so remember back when in school, your annoying math teacher would take a surprise quiz out of nowhere without informing you? Yeah something like that but its not that bad. Also, its a lot more fun than math.

Basically your prompts will be given to you a day before you need to post them. so its really just a writing practice and there is no pressure, so don't think about the quality or something. This is about scribbling down something quick without a lot of planning.

The prompts are also going to be chosen from an OTP prompt generator, so they are going to be uhm interesting and fun to work.

We have a theme for each day (like angst, fluff etc) and the mods will choose 4 random prompts beforehand for each of these days. At the time of giving the prompts to the participants, we will run a machine to choose one randomly out of the 4. So even the mods don't know what the actual prompt is going to be for the day.

The themes for each day (except Wednesdays and Thursdays, we will get to them later)

Angst Mondays

Trope Tuesdays

Fluff Fridays

Comic Saturdays (this is for the artists, so you can ignore it)

Smut Sundays

Now, here's the challenge (and probably my favorite part about the event) -- The prompts you get are not exclusively going to be in accordance with the themes for each day.

For example, you can definitely get this for Angst Mondays :

Prompt : "Levi having to rescue Hange from a pack of kittens/puppies."

Now its up to you, with the power of levihan on your side, to write an angsty drabble based on this prompt, (okay fine, the prompts probably won't be this off bat but still)

**Exception, : for trope Tuesdays, you won't be getting a prompt but a particular trope like (enemies to lovers, protective levi, caring hange etc)

▶ What time will you exactly get the prompt then? So basically, if Levihan drabble week begins on Tuesday, 25th May, you will getting your trope (prompt for the other days) around Monday afternoon-ish. And you are allowed to post until Tuesday midnight, before Wednesday begins. (Wednesday and Thursday are contest days which we will talk about later, so you don't have to worry about getting another prompt on Tuesday and finishing it on Wednesday itself)

▶How will you get your prompt? And any other details? We'll be making another post later where we will dive deep into the timezone specifics and how you will get the prompt, and what you will tag your posts with so we can see your stuff and reblog it.

You will get the prompt for fluff Friday around Thursday afternoon, and then the writers will have a break as Saturday is for artists. Friday night, you will get the prompt for smut Sunday you will have Saturday as a break in between before posting your smut on Sunday.

The same formula applies to angst Mondays.

1st June, Tuesday, last day of the week will be the prize day. We are gonna talk about the prize day in the next section.

Wednesday and Thursdays (The contest days)

So, first of all, this is optional. If you are participating in the rest of the drabble week, its okay if you leave to opt out of the contest. Similarly, you can also just participate in the contest and not do the other days. It's up to you.

The people participating in the contest would be divided into two groups. There are going to be two winners.

Suppose we have group 1 and group 2, a random participant from each group will be chosen. This chosen participant is called the selector. Its purely luck and a machine that chooses the selector. The selector gets to choose a prompt (from a list the mods will give them) Suppose the said selector is from group 1, then the prompt they chose will be given to group two, and everyone in group two have to write on that. The selector from group two will do the same thing for group 1 members.

All of the preparation for the contest will be done beforehand, and the selectors will be informed before the week begins. The selected prompts will be given to both groups Tuesday night. By Thursday evening their works should be posted.

The word limit for Contest Drabbles can be extended to 3000 words. This is ONLY for the contest.

After all works are submitted by Thursday evening, there will be a voting period which will stretch till 1st June, Tuesday. During this period, group 1 will read group 2's stuff, and group 2 will do the same for group 1. Then they will vote for their favorite fics accordingly, the fic with the maximum votes from both groups wins. The mods will be supervising this, and reading the stuff too.

▶How do we vote? All the details related to voting will also be explained in a different post.

▶What are the awards? Okay, so one thing unique about drabble week is that there are going to be no permanent mods. We will probably have these events rather frequently, and the mods will change for each event. The mods will decide the awards so different awards for different months.

This month, the gifts are :

Well detailed and long comments on 2 chapters of a fic of your choice. These can also be two different one shots if you want.

Beta reading for a few (3-4 chapters) for any fic the winner wants (the other details can be discussed in dms)

The winners will have the opportunity/chance to become mods for the next week, next month. This is also a great way to make new friends and work with them while holding an event!

To participate, PLEASE FILL OUT THIS FORM. The last date to fill in is 20th May, so do it before that. We'll be making another post for the artists soon, posting it tomorrow most likely. You will be constantly updated, so don't worry!

if anyone has any questions, feel free to ask. Thank you so much, we will be looking forward for your participation! Much love.

#levihan #aot #snk #levi x hange #levi x hanji #levi ackerman #hanji zoe #hange zoe #drabbleweekMAY'21

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the-hidden-writer · 3 years

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And Into The Fire

Chapter 6: Robo-bonding

Summary: Months after the Mitchells saved the world, Linda gets a phone call asking if she’s seen two defective Pal MAX bots. Powerful people are after Eric and Deborabot 5000, and it’s up to the Mitchells to protect them.

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Robo-bonding

Rick usually loved the sound of crickets at night. On camping trips, he’d make it his mission to get his family to sit outside and appreciate them for at least one night. Truly, the aura of peace and serenity they brought was unmatched.

But now, he’d give anything for them to shut up and stop adding to the awkward atmosphere.

It was their first stop after a full day’s worth of driving. The route to Silicon Valley would take at least two days and the Mitchells had decided to break the journey.

Usually they’d stop at a motel for the night, but ever since they’d technically been harboring fugitives that was no longer an option. Or at least that was the case for the moment, since Rick was happy to leave the bots in the car overnight as long as they were both awake and feeling responsible.

His wife and son were currently in the backseat together, curled up closely against one another as they slept. Monchi was snoring away on his back beside them. Rick had quickly pulled out his camera and snagged a quick photo of the heartwarming sight.

They’d put Eric (actually, Deborahbot had since he was much too heavy for any of them to lift) into the trunk. Deborahbot himself had sat in silence next to his robot friend for most of that first stretch of the journey. He’d only spoken when Linda had asked him directly if he was alright, and once again when the family were saying goodnight to each other.

But when it was clear that Deborahbot wasn’t going to sleep (or go into rest-mode or whatever those robots did) when everyone else was, Rick had listened to his inner Linda and asked him to join him in the front.

Even without his wife’s guidance, Rick knew deep down that it wasn’t healthy to not take a break from watching his brother like a hawk.

So that’s where they were. Rick sitting in the driver’s seat, Deborah sitting in the passenger’s seat, and between them only the crickets had something to say.

“So, uh,” Rick eventually began in a low voice, knowing that the android wouldn’t start a conversation himself, “this is all kinda sudden.”

Deborahbot didn’t reply.

“...Right.” Rick was at a genuine loss for words. He’d obviously talked to the bots before, but never really talked to them. They came as a pair and were always sort of doing their own thing. You could guide them and give them instructions and stuff, sure, but they only really got into deep conversations with each other or maybe sometimes Linda. And even then, it was Eric that tended to do most of the talking.

“It must be hard, huh?”

Deborahbot did not lower his voice when he replied. “What do you mean?”

“SHHH!” Rick pointed at his sleeping family.

Deborahbot 5000 hung his head slightly. “Apologies, Mother’s Husband.”

“No no, you’re good.” Rick wished he’d stop calling him that, though he couldn’t think of an alternative.

“But I mean, um…” he continued. “You bots never leave each other’s side. It must be tough with him gone.”

“But he is not gone.” Deborah said. “He is in the trunk.”

Rick sighed. “That’s not what I…”

The problem with robots is that they weren’t great with picking up on subtext. But to be fair, neither were the Mitchell family.

“Still, you’re worried, right? About him? Heck, even I’m worried and I barely know you guys. I can’t imagine how you must be feeling. If you do... feel.”

There was a short pause. Rick had never realised that robots needed thinking time. Or maybe it was just a defective robot thing.

“I am worried about us, yes.”

Us..?

“Aw shoot I totally forgot they’re after you too!” Rick exclaimed quietly. “Have you had any more attacks since, or..?”

Deborahbot turned his head to face forward before answering. As far as Rick could tell, he didn’t have any cameras on the side of his head so the gesture must have just been for dramatic effect. “Not since this morning. Now that my brother is turned off, they can access him without resistance.”

Deborah said it so casually that Rick almost missed the implication of the words.

“Wait, wait wait wait, hold on,” he said as he shuffled to face Deborahbot better, “what does that mean? You mean they can still get to him when he’s like this? They’re, what, doing stuff to him as we speak?”

“Yes.” Deborahbot answered bluntly.

This was bad. All this time, Rick had assumed that the reason Eric was switched off was to stop Pal Labs from hacking him (or whatever the technical term was). But if that just made it easier for them…

“So then why are we even doing this?” He asked, his voice raising a little. “If he’s just gonna get mind-controlled anyway, why are we taking you guys right to them?!”

Deborahbot’s head turned to face him again. “We are going to ask them to stop.” He said it firmly but there was an edge of doubt creeping into his voice.

“But that was to stop them before they took over Eric, wasn’t it? What if they can’t change back what they’ve already done or something? It might already be too late- I don’t know how this works!”

“Wh-What if…” Deborahbot’s voice was barely audible.

“Yeah, man, what if?!” Rick whispered angrily. “You should’ve thought about this beforehand! We should’ve thought about it before we went along with this spontaneous plan!”

“What if…”

It was then that Rick realised what he’d said and who he’d said it to.

“Oh, Deborah, I-”

“What if they delete his memory?” Deborahbot started to speak faster. “What if they reset him? What if they fix him? What if they break him completely? What if-”

“Deborah…”

This was a mistake. Rick shouldn’t have brought it up, or at least not in front of the poor android. The two were like twins, practically joined at the hip, and were so childish at times that catastrophizing in front of one of them regarding the other was probably the worst thing he could've done. Even though his own concerns about Eric were very real and genuine, Deborahbot didn’t need to hear them.

It had taken 18 years to start getting things right with Katie. He wanted to have another chance to get it right with the bots.

“Listen, that’s not what’s happening.” Rick said, putting a lot of effort into sounding as convincing as possible. “They probably just want you guys back. But once we get there and show ‘em you’re harmless, they’ll let you go! Don’t listen to what I said, you know how I get angry for no reason, haha.”

Deborahbot seemed to think it over. Sometimes, Rick wished that they had proper faces so that he could gauge their expressions properly. It would make his life a lot easier.

At some point during that conversation, the crickets had stopped chirping. He hadn’t even noticed.

“...Do you really think so, Mother’s Husband?”

Rick smiled reassuringly. “‘Course I do, Deb.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes. Rick sincerely hoped that he’d mended the pit of fear he’d opened within Deborahbot. It was funny, the rift that had once been between him and Katie was caused by technology. Now he was trying to fix a rift with a piece of technology itself.

Deborahbot seemed content to just sit in silence like that for the rest of the night, but Rick wanted to get some sleep.

He nodded toward the trunk. “Hey, you might wanna get some rest. Don’t stay up all night thinking about this.”

“But-”

“Ah ah, no buts.” Rick waggled his finger. “That’s an order.”

“Ok!”

Dangit, for a moment there it had felt so much like he was talking to another human being that he’d completely forgotten to mind his language. He didn’t want it to seem like he was forcing him.

Deborahbot had already opened the door to move back into the trunk with Eric. "Goodnight, Mother's Husband."

“Deborah! Before you go-” Deborah stopped mid-motion to listen to him- “maybe cut it out with the whole ‘Mother’s Husband’ thing.”

Rick couldn’t believe he was about to do this. It was a step that Linda wanted him to take but he’d never quite felt ready for. But the bots needed family now more than ever, and who else was going to give it to them?

“Just call me ‘Dad’.”

Deborahbot cocked his head for a second (long enough for Rick to consider backtracking) before he exited the car and stood up straight.

“Goodnight, Dad.”

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misterewrites · 3 years

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Intro to Caitlyn 101 (Mirror’s Edge)

Summary: Caitlyn is a thief looking for the next big score. Used to taking wristwatches and wallets from rich folk, she's aiming to take down bigger game as she discovers the hidden magical world within her hometown. Her first mark is an unassuming shopkeeper and his collect of ancient relics. All set with a plan, Caitlyn makes her move. Though plans rarely go off without a hitch.

Hello everyone! E here, hoping you are all well and staying safe. So the next chapter of my little side project is here! Honestly wasn't planning on getting back to this so soon but I was having fun worldbuilding and character creating and here we are. You can blame my friend @hains-mae for enabling me.

Right so the next thing I write will probably be the part two to this then the next chapter of the Underground. Umm that's really it for me so have a great week, be safe, wear your mask, take care of yourself and your loved ones. Please feel free to reblog, share, leave kudos or leave comments with things you liked or feedback if you read it on a03. I promised I'd try to promote myself more and it feels weird haha.

E is out, have a great one everyone! and here’s the link to the doobly do

---> https://archiveofourown.org/works/30599756/chapters/76014323

There was an arrogance that seemed deeply etched into every aspect of the magical world. She stood among valuable, ancient relics from throughout human history: Vases from Greece lined the shelf above her. A row of Roman gladius blades in various states of decay with only a flimsy glass case between them and Caitlyn’s pocket. Tarnished Victorian era slivered lockets left about like loose change.

Millions dollars worth of the past and she, a stranger, was left unattended with it all.

Technically she wasn’t supposed to be in here with the locked door and close sign but the fact in the 5 minutes it took her to pick the lock and scout the first floor without a single soul attempting to stop her really was a testimony to the haughtiness of the ‘shopkeeper’.

It had been only few months since she saw past the false reality that was superimposed onto hers and she was still readjusting: Magic was real. Elves, dwarves, little halfing folk? Real. People shooting bolts of lightning and flames while riding storm clouds? Real. The guy who kept awkwardly hitting on her every time she tried to get a hotdog from the cart at the corner? Just a regular creep BUT could’ve been magical.

Even their currency was a show of their excessive wealth: Sliver, gold, platinum coins Actual platinum traded away like it was nothing! People starving and helpless on the streets and these bastards just walked with some of the rarest metal on the planet in their pockets like chump change.

Anger bubbled within her stomach along with self righteousness and a bit of her breakfast but she took a deep calming breath, closing her bluish gray eyes. ‘Calm down Cait’ she scolded herself ‘This isn’t the first time you’ve seen excessive wealth squandered and wasted. You’re here for a job so do it and never come back.’

She glanced around the waiting room she found herself in. It was off to the side of the shopping front andthere were very few things of interest in the tiny room: Some old, tattered chairs that had seen better days. A very, very tacky abstract painting hung over a bricked up fireplace. There was a scattering of magazines older than her with loose stables and free roaming pages everywhere.

A place of show and very little use.

“Hello my angel.”

Caitlyn seized up. She had been so caught up in her rage she hadn’t been paying attention to anyone coming down the stairs. Three stories with a handful of people about and nary a sound could heard. Must be some sort of magic.

She shook herself out of her stupor, slowly exhaling to calm her nerves. She forced her lips to curve into the cutest, lost smile she could muster. She opened her purple jacket a bit further so the guy could get a clearer view of her tight white tank top and running shorts.

“Helpless. Remember you’re helpless.” She whispered to herself before whirling about, her long black hair with dyed purple coloring flowed behind her gracefully as if she was an actress in those stupid hair product commercials.

“Oh!” she spoke with mock surprise, scrunching her face cutely as possible “I’m so, so, so sorry! I’m lost and the door was open and sorry!”

She leaned forward, sheepishly scratching the back of her neck as she gave whoever it was a better view of her outfit.

Hook, line and sinker.

“No problem sweetie. No need to lie to me.”

Hook, line and sunk apparently.

She blinked, unsure if she heard what she thought she heard. She glanced up to find a strangely dressed man with the goofiest grin.

He was cute in a ‘I dress as an obscure, indie character for cosplay’kind of way: His messy, unkempt black hair sat under a black fedora. He wore a long black trench coat that had seen better days. At least he preferred more colors than black on black. His collared shirt was a nice baby blue with an equally nice light brown vest. Black dress pants because men’s fashion is incredibly boring and shiny loafers to completed the look. Whatever the look was.

She expected him to be taking a good look at her attire.

What she found was him staring at her.

His warm dark brown eyes were soft, gentle and he refused to break his gaze from her bluish grays even though there were more tempting sights on offer.

She was on the back foot. No wandering glances, no self pleasured smiles. Not even a creepy chuckle. Just a strangely dressed, inch shorter guy looking like he just found the love of his life in this moment.

“I…” she cleared her throat “Umm….did you hear me?”

He gave a quick nod “Yeah. You broke in and you were trying to cover your tracks.”

It wasn’t that he guessed correctly what was she up to that threw her off. It was how casually he said it. More discussing the weather than committing a felony.

She raised an eyebrow, not sure how to proceed from whatever this was. There were always some people who caught on about her intentions fairly quickly but no one had ever been so….indifferent about it.

“I don’t work here.” the man offered, slowly closing the distance between them but leaving the doorframe wide open “I really don’t care that you’re here to rob the place.”

This has to be a trap. This had to be. No one was ever this….laidback. Were the other goons on the side waiting to jump her when she bolted? Was she on camera and he was letting her go knowing full well he had all the evidence he needed to track her down?

Or maybe he really didn’t care. He seemed more interested in talking than stopping her and there was this strange presence about him. A calm she’d never felt before even when her parents were alive. It was odd and foreign to her but she felt safe. Protected.

She shook her head, slowly inching closer to the doorway. The man made no attempt stop her. He just stood there, smiling, hands in his pocket.

The rational part of her brain said to run. This whole thing was botched and it was better to cut her losses than find out first hand what magical creatures could do to her. The less rational side of her head told her to wait, to talk this guy. Lying was obviously pointless but she had a feeling he would answer any questions she’d had and she had plenty.

“So…” she rose a suspicious eyebrow “Not gonna stop me?”

He shook his head “I wish you’d stay but I understand if you don’t want to be found in Andor’s shop. He’s one of those new elves. Less honor more power.”

She blinked. He said elves right? Just threw it out there like it was an everyday matter of fact and not a deeply held secret of her hometown.

“Elves aren’t real.’ Caitlyn said matter of fact.

“We both know better than that.” The man gave a bright smile.

“What do you want?”

The words spilled out of her mouth despite her best attempts but this guy was throwing her off so badly she forgot how to function.

“Talk to you of course.”

The worst kind of people were the sincere ones. They were sappy and gooey. They just so happy it was sickening. They had to be up to something. They had to some scheme or scam or something they were waiting to drop on you. No one was that happy, that purely honest. They were the liars who were so good they convinced themselves they were good people. No one was good and everyone had a dark corner in their soul they hid from the world.

Caitlyn knew she had plenty in whatever was left of her ratty soul.

“And if we talk? Will you let me go?”

The man nodded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Caitlyn licked her lips anxiously “Promise?”

Promise? What was she 12? No one kept their promises. Not even her.

He placed his hand over his heart “Cross my heart.”

“Let’s talk,”

He jerked his head towards the door “Outside. Don’t want you to ruin your heist.”

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Today was not going how she was expecting. She was thought she was going to break into an elf ran front, scout the area and come back in the middle of the night. She hadn’t been expecting to have coffee and bread with a random stranger on the street.

Well she had coffee, mystery man opted for hot chocolate.

They stood in a strangely comfortable silence a block from Andor’s. The man offered to pay for whatever she wanted and she took him up on it. Couple of baked goods, a sandwich for lunch, some water and of course her cup of wake up juice. If he was mad at her for her splurging at his expense, he hid it well. He just took his coco and some fancy elvish bread. Looked good but Caitlyn wasn’t up for trying other beings food. She didn’t know how it would sit with her stomach.

The elf who ran the cart, a few months ago human to her, waved goodbye to the pair as he counted the human cash the man gave him.

The trench coat cosplay stood patiently, sipping his drink and waited for her to break the silence.

She refused to break the silence first. Not wanting to sound too eager. Eagerness was a weakness and this guy was already throwing her off her rhythm.

“I’m Finnrick by the way.”

She turned to him, unsure if he was messing with her or not.

He gave her the same goofy smile “Finnrick Drift, private investigator.”

“Ah huh.” She nodded slowly “So you’re a magical P.I.? Like elves cheating on their wives, dwarves dodging their taxes P.I.?”

“Sometimes.” He shrugged his shoulders “Ironically elves like dodging on their taxes more than dwarves.”

“Right.”

“You’re new to the whole other side of Newton Haven huh?”

She glanced at her coffee “Lived here my whole life. Really makes me wonder if I lost my mind.”

“Don’t worry, we’re all mad here Alice.”

Why was she talking to him? Why was she being honest? This was weirder and getting weirder every passing second.

Finnrick changed subject “So, robbing Andor? Any particular loot you are after?”

Caitlyn narrowed her eyes “Trying to fish something out of me Finny?”

“Guilty as charged” He beamed with pure happiness “Don’t want you wasting your time on shiny trinkets he cares nothing about.”

Caitlyn remained silent. She wasn’t used to such transparency. Normally this would be the point where the guy would lie or pretend to not have heard or awkwardly switch the subject but Finnrick answered openly and honestly. So far.

“So” Caitlyn straightened up, pulling her jacket wide open “What do you think? Great outfit right?”

Finnrick turned to her with a grin, his cheeks turning a pinkish hue as his eyes locked onto hers “Your body is absolutely lovely but your eyes even more so.”

Caitlyn could feel the flush coming. She coughed loudly, focusing on her drink as she willed the embarrassment away.

Finnrick chuckled lightly but returned to his drink. The silence returned, still comfortable as before.

This is was bad whatever this was. She needed to regain some level of control and stop acting like a teenage girl on her first garbage fire of a date.

“So” she cleared her throat “Mister P.I. what would you recommend taking if not all those millions of dollars of historical items he leaves about?”

Finnrick crushed the foam cup effortlessly as he gestured to the third floor of the shop “His office has a pretty simple safe. He keeps loads of paperwork. His various contracts, accounts, treasure hoards”

Caitlyn scoffed in disbelief even though her eyes shone with excitement “Treasure hoards? Elves? I thought dragons were the hoarders. Weren’t elves supposed to be above all that lovely corruption?”

“No one is above corruption.’ Finnrick answered “Elves are just like everyone else.”

Caitlyn crossed her arms and leaned back with a cocky swagger “And why, pray tell, would I care about boring paperwork?”

“Because it really hurt him in the pride.”

Damn Finnrick was good. Not only she was eager to learn more, she could already feel the smug satisfaction of bringing a powerful prick down a peg fill her cause.

Finnrick seemed to notice this because he went on “Andor is a young elf. 100 years give or take.”

“A hundred years is young?”

“When you live a thousand years every other race is a child to you. Andor’s old man is a swell guy. He’s one of those good elves you see in Tolkien.”

“Tolkien?” Caitlyn furrowed her brow “He wrote the books that those Lord of the Rings films are based on right?”

“Yeah actually.”

“Oh and the Hob…”

“We don’t talk about that.” Finnrick quickly added “But see the problem is Andor’s old man doesn’t know his son has become the small time crime lord. Thinks he’s running an antique business selling off old junk that was gathering dust in the family’s attic.”

Something clicked into place for Caitlyn “Wait. Junk from the attic? You mean all those relics on the shop floor?! THAT’S OLD JUNK!?”

Finnrick gave a casual shrug “Elves are weird. Andor don’t know shit about selling, all his money comes from his illegal business practices. That’s how he keeps the shop afloat.”

“I see” Caitlyn spoke, her bluish grays sparkling with mischievous intent “If those records disappeared, his shop sinks and he has to run back home to daddy.”

“And out of the city” Finnrick finished with a smile “And those records are pretty valuable to loads of people. Easier to fence and less messy to explain than a long lost Greek vase showing up in someone’s private collection. You’d get good prices for those hoard locations alone. Better than trying to carry tons of stolen and lost treasure back to your house.”

Caitlyn eyed Finnrick carefully “And you’re doing this out of the kindness of your heart? Trying to do your ‘civic’ duty to our fair city?”

“Among other things” Finnrick admitted “But mostly for the greater good.”

“Pfft, greater good? Yeah sure buddy. Like you know what’s the greater good.”

“Will you do it?”

Caitlyn paused, allowing all this information sink in. It was much better than she had planned and while she wasn’t sure of Finnrick’s angle, he seemed honest enough. Of course everyone seems honest enough the first time you meet them.

“Let’s say I do” she spoke, placing her hands on her hips to play the part “What’s in it for you?”

“A favor” He replied simply.

She rose a curious eyebrow “A favor? It’s not date with me, is it?”

“No, I plan to earn that one myself.” Finnrick answered cheerfully.

Caitlyn coughed “Fine, good. Not a date. Least you’re not a creep. But a favor is pretty vague.”

“It’ll be simple I promise.”

Caitlyn narrowed her gaze suspiciously “You promise?”

Finnrick put his hand over his heart again “Cross my heart.”

Caitlyn took a moment, weighing the pros and cons of the situation.

Caitlyn offered her hand towards the trench coat cosplayer “You got yourself a deal.”

He gently took her hand in his own and gave it a firm shake. She was surprised when, as he pulled back, she felt a strange metallic item left behind.

She looked at the crystal butterfly hair clip he placed in her hand: It was a beautiful with sliver hues and multi-colored shards of glass across its wings.

“What’s this?”

“A gift.”

Caitlyn felt uneasy with the ornament in her palm: It felt cold and distant like it was feeling her out and wasn’t liking what it found.

“It’s attuning to you.” Finnrick explained “It’s syncing up to your whole aura.”

“Aura?” Caitlyn shot him a glare of disbelief “This isn’t one of those new age hippie things is it?”

Finnrick shook his head “It’s a magical item. Yours specifically. Everything alive has a deep and very convoluted to explain connection to this plane. The hairclip is trying to match yours so you and only you can use it.”

“It feels wrong.”

“Because it doesn’t know you yet. It will.”

Caitlyn felt unease about whatever this was. Part of her wanted to toss it as far as she could. The worst part was she felt the item probing at her, changing temperatures as if trying find a comfortable setting for both of them. Burning one moment and too cold the next. This was magic and it made her felt like she knew nothing.

But part of her felt it slowly and subtly trying to match her, focusing on her and on her place in the universe. It felt more natural each passing moment and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t curious what mister detective over here was letting her borrow.

Caitlyn blew a strand of hair out of her face “How long does this usually take?”

“An hour.” Finnrick reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone “Oh shoot I have a meeting to get to.”

He turned to leave and suddenly Caitlyn felt alone. Awkward just standing in the street without someone to talk to.

“Wait!” She reached for him but quickly pulled back when he faced her “….any advice?”

Finnrick scratched his chin for a moment “Red tiles. Avoid them or they’ll blast you off the roof.”

“G-gotcha.” Caitlyn didn’t want to know what blast off the roof was code for “A-and the hairclip? What’s it do?”

Finnrick gave a cheeky grin and Caitlyn could feel her face flush “I guess you’ll have to find out angel. Bye for now. May we meet again soon.”

And like that, he was off. Strolling down the straight with a bounce in his step and humming a tune.

Caitlyn glanced at the ornate hairclip in her hand.

Turns out there was a lot more to this magical world than she thought.

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Would... Would you write the hawklanthebard fic prompt you reblogged? 👉👈👉👈

Hell. Freaking. YES!! Yes, let’s get some more angst up in here!

Danganronpa D.O.T: hey, what about me? I’ve been waiting for an update. I’m angs—

Shut up! This is important! Ahhh I’ve always wanted to write some good ol angst with Taka and Mondo! I’ll do by best to deliver on the angst factor!

Also, here is the prompt I reblogged for those of you who are wondering;

Ishimondo Angst Writing Prompt: Mondo and Taka are captured by the Crazy Diamonds’ rival gang. Taka is tortured in front of Mondo for information about the Diamonds, and Mondo must decide if he’s willing to sacrifice Taka or the promise he made to Daiya.

I don’t think I’ve written anything this dark before (aside from what I’m planning with Danganronpa D.O.T) but I’ll do my best! So this short angsty fic will be dedicated to @hawklanthebard, @artychaild, and @anonymouslyangsty for expressing interest in seeing more works like this! So if you guys see this, I hope you enjoy and I hope this won’t disappoint!

Before you read;

Trigger Warning: This story will get dark. Very dark. This will contain mentions of drugging, kidnapping, torture, and violence. If any of these trigger you or make you feel uncomfortable then I advise you not to read.

There will obviously be some Ishimondo (as that is a given in the prompt haha).

Mondo and Taka will be in their mid twenties in this story. So it’s been a few years since they’ve graduated college.

If you see ***, that means a flashback happens.

Well, that’s all I’ve got! Hope you all enjoy!!

I’m Only Doing This To Protect You

The only sounds that could be heard was doctors and nurses conversing with each other and the sounds of crying, coughing, and sniffling patients and visitors within the hospital. It was rather chilly in the hallways and the strong scent of disinfectant and sanitizer filled the air. But none of these things were noticeable for Mondo Owada. The only thing he could hear was his objective playing over and over again in his head, taunting him.

He paced through the hallway with shaking hands and short breaths. Anyone could take a good look at him and could tell that he was clearly nervous about something. But no one could tell what he was thinking about, or what he was about to do.

Only Mondo knew…

He eventually stopped in front of a door that the person he wanted to visit was staying in. He took a few deep breaths before walking in.

‘Should I be doing this?’

He knew he wasn’t going to walk out of this without feeling guilty. He really didn’t want to do this to the man he cared about the most. To the man he loved. But, he felt like this would be his only option. To protect him…

After calming himself down a bit, he finally opened the door and walked in.

“Oh! Hello Mondo! You’re here early!”

Mondo was, of course greeted by Kiyotaka Ishimaru. His patched up, bedridden boyfriend. Despite his condition, he still managed to put a smile on his face as Mondo moved closer to him and sat down beside him.

It still broke his heart seeing Taka all bandaged up and unable to move much. But what he was about to do would not only break his heart even more, but it would undoubtedly break Taka’s heart as well.

“Yeah. I wanted to come see you…”

“I appreciate that! But, I thought you had work today?”

“Yeah, I asked my boss if I could be let off early.”

“You didn’t have to do that for me. I wouldn’t have minded waiting a little longer.”

‘You’re about to wish I didn’t come here at all…’

Before cutting to the chase and telling him what was on his mind, Mondo had asked Taka about his day. Normally, anyone in a hospital bed would be pretty vague and say they did nothing. But Taka was different from most people. He talked about what shows he watched on the television (ranted about the most stupidest ones), about what his new hospital friends did, about who was let out of the hospital, etc. Mondo would always enjoy listening to Taka’s ramblings. It was one of the many things he loved about him.

This time, however, he couldn’t help but look Taka up and down and be reminded of why he was in the hospital in the first place. He tried to pay attention to what Taka was currently saying, but his mind couldn’t help but wander to that horrible night…

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

“…”

“Ngh…”

“Yo, boss. I think he’s waking up.”

“Bout fuckin time. Was startin to think the bastard was dead.”

“Gnngh… f-fuck…”

“Rise and shine, Sleepin Beauty. Get your ass up. We ain’t got all night.”

“W-what… the hell?”

Mondo slowly opened his eyes to the sounds of a few men whispering things to each other and one man rudely urging him to wake up. His eyes were still adjusting to his surroundings, but just by opening them, he could immediately tell he was in an unfamiliar location.

“Jesus Christ, does it always take ya this long ta wake up?!”

“The… the fuck’s going on?”

Mondo was still in the process of waking up completely as he asked this question. The man in front of him smirked as he finally made eye contact with him.

“Oh, not much really. Just doin a bit of business. That’s all.”

Mondo tried to get up from the cold hard floor, only to realize his ankle was chained down and his hands were cuffed behind his back.

“Heh. Seems like some shady fuckin business if ya ask me.”

As he gazed into his eyes a bit more, he finally woke up completely as his eyes widened in realization.

“Heheheh. Looks like I don’t hafta introduce myself, do I?”

Suddenly, it was all coming back to Mondo. He vaguely remembered he was looking for Taka, who was supposed to be waiting for him at the bar. He felt bad about asking him to stay a bit longer at his workplace, but Taka reassured him that he didn’t mind.

He had a gang meeting that night, and it was getting pretty late. So, he thought that having Taka wait for him would be the safer option. But upon arriving at the bar, realizing Taka was no where in sight despite his car being in the parking lot did he come to the unfortunate conclusion that it wasn’t. The situation became even worse once he had gotten hit with a tranquilizer dart while looking for Taka. He managed to call his brother Daiya and utter a few words before passing out.

And now, here he was. In the presence of an old friend. Most likely about to be humiliated. And so, his shocked expression had quickly morphed into a scowl.

“What do you want, Masaki?”

Raijin Masaki. A burly man with piercing golden eyes, short ginger red hair, and a sleeveless leather jacket with a cobra printed on the back. Once a loyal member of the Crazy Diamonds and Daiya’s right hand man. That is, until Daiya had witnessed him beating up an innocent civilian for information about one of their rival gangs. Mondo didn’t know what happened to Masaki after he was kicked out of the gang. Until tonight. By the looks of it, instead of moving on, he had formed his own gang out of spite.

The Cobras.

Masaki chuckled at Mondo’s question. He then knelt down to get a closer look at his scowling captive.

“I don’t want much. You just gotta answer a quick little question for me, then I’ll let ya go. Sound like a deal?”

Mondo refrained from yelling at the guy right then and there. He seriously brought him all the way to what looks like the Cobras’ hideout just to ask him a question?! That sounded fucking ridiculous!

Wait… no. There was obviously a catch. He could tell right from Masaki’s shit eating grin that this wasn’t a simple yes or no question.

“Depends on the question, dumbass.”

“Hey now. Relaaax. Don’t be so on edge, Owada. There’s no catch at all. I just wanna find a… certain someone… pay them a little visit, ya know? Buuut… I can’t exactly find said person without your help…”

He knew where this was going. He knew that Masaki still held resentment towards Daiya after kicking him out of the gang a year ago. And sure enough, once he asked him the question;

“Not a fucking chance.”

“Heheh. Yeah, I figured it wouldn’t be that easy. But, if it makes ya feel better, I ain’t gonna hurt him. Just wanna have a… a little chat with him. That’s all.”

“Bullshit! I know what you’re thinking! I ain’t gonna tell you shit! Now let me go!”

He struggled in his bindings as he frantically looked around the room for a nearby exit. This only amused Masaki and his gang a bit more.

“You can struggle all you like. I ain’t lettin ya off that easy. Not until ya fess up.”

“Fuck you! I ain’t fessin up ta anyone in this room! Don’t even think about layin a hand on my bro!”

He continued to struggle to break free from his cuffs and the chain keeping him to the floor. This only earned him a punch across the face rather than an escape route. Masaki then firmly grabbed Mondo by the chin and shot him a death glare.

“Now you listen here, Owada. I’ve been trying ta be patient with you, but you’ve been pushin all my buttons tonight. Now I’m really fuckin pissed. I’ve got ways of makin people talk. You sure as hell won’t be an exception.”

Mondo proceeded to chuckle at Masaki, not realizing what exactly he had in store for him.

“I’d like ta see ya try. Go ahead. Hit me all you want. I ain’t gonna talk.”

Masaki turned his head behind him for a moment, pondering about what he should do. Then, he looked back at Mondo and smirked.

“I’ve got a better idea.”

And with that, he let go of Mondo’s face and walked to what appeared to be a locked door. Bewildered, Mondo watched as Masaki unlocked the door and stepped inside. The door wasn’t opened all the way, so he couldn’t really see what was behind it. Eventually, he heard a voice. One that was angered, raspy, and weakened, yet familiar. One that made Mondo’s heart sink as soon as he heard it…

“I t-told you I refuse to tell you anything… you m-may as well give up n—”

He then heard the rustling of a chain and the voice letting out a strangled grunt. What he saw next burned into his brain and shattered his heart.

Masaki came back into the room, mercilessly dragging someone across the floor. He then threw him in front of Mondo, the voice letting out a loud groan in pain. Finally getting a closer look at the person in front of him, his worst fears were confirmed.

“T-Taka?”

Taka looked up at Mondo with one eye open, wincing in pain at the slight movement to get a better look at him.

“Mon…do?”

Hearing how weak and raspy his voice was hurt Mondo. The sight of him being so badly bruised, restrained, and beaten certainly didn’t help. Taka’s arms were chained tightly behind his back and his legs were chained tightly together. His uniform shirt was gone and replaced with scratches and cuts all over his bare chest and stomach. There were also what appeared to be bruises left by boots and baseball bats on his stomach. The cuts and bruises were also covering his back and arms as well. He was still in his blue jeans, but they were now ripped and cut from what appeared to be a knife being dragged across his legs. There were even deep slits over both of his knees, most likely making it even more painful if he slightly bent them or straightened them out.

If the sight of his body wasn’t bad enough, his face was in worse condition. His right eye was mostly swollen shut, possibly due to the amount of times a fist was jabbed into it. His cheeks were all black and blue from the various beatings he endured, one of them even bled a little from the amount of times it was met with a powerful punch. His other eye was a nasty shade of bloodshot red and filled to the brim with tears of agony that streamed down his bruised and bloody face. His nose was all bloody and broken and his bottom lip was cracked and bleeding slightly.

He looked like he was barely clinging on to his life. And it absolutely sickened Mondo.

“This belong to you?”

And Masaki casually refers to Taka as an object to torment Mondo further. An object that he clearly had a lot of fun ripping apart and cutting down.

‘He belongs to no one, ya fuckin psycho!’

“W-what the hell did ya do to him?!”

Mondo held back a sob as he shifted his gaze from Taka to Masaki. And all Masaki did was chuckle at the biker giving him death glares and holding back his sorrow for his beaten boyfriend.

“Oh, not much. We were just having a little fun with him before we picked you up. Ain’t that right, dollface?”

He lightly tugged on the chain wrapped around Taka’s neck as he said this, causing him to let out another strangled grunt. The sight of it angered Mondo. How dare that bastard treat Taka like some kind of a toy?! What the hell did he do to earn such a terrible beating?!

“Let. Him. Go.”

Masaki gave him a bewildered look, angering Mondo even further.

“Let him go RIGHT FUCKIN NOW! He didn’t do anything to you! Let him go before I kick all of your asses!”

Masaki only laughed as Mondo aggressively struggled in his restraints and demanded he let Taka go.

“Can’t really kick our asses when your chained up like that, can you?! Plus, I think it’s better that you two are here together. Was gettin kinda bored playin with this pretty little smartass over here.”

Playing. Oh, how Mondo hated that word. If he hadn’t been restrained, he would’ve ripped this psychotic prick’s head off by now.

Ignoring Mondo’s struggling, Masaki forcefully positioned Taka to sit on his knees, causing him to release a loud groan as he felt the slits over his knees stretch out to an agonizing level.

“Bastard! If you fucking hurt him like that one more time, I swear to god I’ll—”

“Like I said, ya can’t do much when you’re all chained up like that.”

Before getting closer to the biker, Masaki called over one of his lackeys and whispered a few things into his ear.

“Remember Owada. I’ve got ways of making people talk. Now, I’m gonna ask you nicely one more time; Where. Is. Daiya. Owada?”

Mondo glanced over at Taka, who was frantically shaking his head as a way of telling him not to answer. Masaki took the silence as a refusal to answer.

“Fine. Suit yourself.”

And with that, he nodded at his lackey who was kneeling right behind Taka. At first Mondo was a bit confused. Just as he was about to ask what he was planning…

“Ack!”

Mondo witnessed in horror as the lackey violently tugged on the chain around Taka’s neck. He tried to gasp for air, but every breath he took was more painful than the last.

“W-what the fuck do you think you’re doing?! Stop it!”

“Answer my question first, Owada.”

“Hell no!”

The lackey tugged on the chain even harder as Taka struggled to breathe. It was hard enough to breathe with a broken nose and something cold and heavy wrapped around his neck. Having it be tugged on was much worse. He could feel the chain wrapping even tighter around his neck as his throat was on the verge of closing up completely. The metallic taste of his own blood began to fill his mouth as his eyes began to roll up the back of his head. Mondo finally released his tears as panic began to fill his mind.

“St-stop!! Stop it, please!! You’re hurting him!!!”

“Then talk!”

The blood from Taka’s mouth was now trickling down his chin and clogging up his throat. More tears streamed down his cheeks as he choked on his own blood and feebly gasped for air.

He can’t breathe…

Oh god, he can’t breathe!

They were killing him. They were killing the man that made Mondo the happiest he’s ever been.

He’s gonna die! He’s gonna fucking die! And Mondo will have no one to blame but himself…

“O-okay… okay, OKAY!! I’ll talk! I’ll fucking talk! I’ll tell ya everything!! Just please, let him go!! P-please!! You’re killing him!!!”

Masaki finally shot a look at his lackey as Mondo continued to sob and beg, nonverbally telling him to stop. He did as he was told and unraveled the chain around his neck. As soon as the chain was removed, Taka took the biggest gasp for air he’s ever taken in his entire life, followed by a surge of coughs and hacks as he flopped to the ground in exhaustion.

Oh, how it broke Mondo’s heart seeing the strong man he loved cough and sputter up the drops of blood he had been choking on. Seeing him be treated so terribly, so badly hurt… it only made him cry for Taka even more.

He would’ve DIED had he not said anything sooner…

“Heheheh. See? That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

He put a hand on the trembling biker’s shoulder and pulled out his jackknife, caked with blood. He aimed the tip at Mondo’s neck, causing him to flinch and look up at him.

“Go on now. Spill it. Unless ya wanna say goodbye to your little boy toy over there.”

He remembered the promise he kept with Daiya. To always have each other’s backs, no matter the circumstances. But, if he chooses to say nothing, Taka would die right in front of him. But if he speaks up, he would be breaking his promise and unintentionally lead Daiya to his own demise. But… Daiya’s tough… he was sure he could handle fighting a gang member or two. Then again… so is Taka… and no matter how strong he was, he still ended up bruised, cut up, and beaten.

‘I’m sorry bro…’

And so, he reluctantly opened his mouth to speak up. But just before he could…

“Boss! We have a problem!”

“The cops are after us!”

“Shit! Someone get the gun!”

“I-I don’t remember where it—AUGH!”

“Fuck! Watanabe, you okay m—AAAAHH!”

By some miracle, the sounds of Masaki’s lackeys being tased and screaming could be heard throughout the entire building. Masaki groaned as he sent his two lackeys within the room to guard the door. Unfortunately for him, they were both tased as soon as they reached the door. Eventually, Masaki, Mondo, and Taka were surrounded by the police force. Three familiar faces, Shuichi Saihara, Kyoko Kirigiri, and Takaaki Ishimaru all stood in front of Masaki, aiming their tasers at him.

Of course he didn’t back down so easily. He took advantage of the opportunity to taunt Takaaki by aiming his knife at Taka’s chest where his heart was. Despite his cold stare, everyone in the room could tell there was a hint of fear and sorrow in his eyes for his son’s life as Taka was now on the verge of passing out from the hours of torture he went through. But, in the midst of Masaki’s taunting…

“AUGH!! FUCK!!!”

Two gunshots rang out from behind him. The bullets went through both of his shoulders, causing him to collapse to the floor, writhing in pain. Mondo looked up in shock, surprised to see Daiya himself, partially in the room through the window. For once, Mondo thanked whatever god was above him that Daiya had activated his phone tracking app and notified the police about the little bits of information Mondo slurred out before passing out in the streets.

Daiya was, of course panicked and asking Mondo questions as he was loosening his restraints. But the questions were a messy blur to Mondo, for all he could focus on was Taka, who had now passed out completely as Kyoko and Shuichi were unchaining him and Takaaki was trying to wake him up.

It was awful. It was fucking awful. Everything about that night was fucking awful! He could’ve lost both Taka and Daiya had things played out differently. If only he had gotten to the bar a little earlier. To maybe stop Taka from taking a sip of his drink that was drugged when he wasn’t looking. Or maybe stop Taka from making himself a drink once his shift was over altogether. If he could, he would even go back in time and maybe just have Taka drive himself home as soon as his shift was over. But what if he did do that and still get kidnapped, chained up, and tortured. What if he—

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

“Mondo? Mondo! Hello?!”

Mondo snapped back into reality and looked up at Taka, who had been trying to get his attention.

“Goodness! Are you okay?! You’ve been staring at the ground for a while…”

Fuck, he shouldn’t have allowed himself to get lost in his own thoughts like that. Even after all that Taka went through, he was still making sure Mondo was doing okay. He doesn’t deserve someone so kind. So thoughtful…

“Ah! D-don’t cry! It’s okay! I-I didn’t mean to scare you!”

Mondo didn’t realize he had been crying until Taka had touched his face. He gently wiped away his tears and gave the biker a sad smile.

“Hey, if something’s bothering you, you can talk to me. I’ll listen to you.”

Mondo let out a quiet sob and slowly moved Taka’s hands away from his face. He took a few shaky breaths before continuing.

“T-Taka…”

“Yes, Mondo?”

“I-I… I…”

God, he wished he didn’t have to do this. What they have is perfect, what they have is beautiful. It shouldn’t have to come to this.

“I… I don’t think we should be seeing each other anymore…”

At first, Taka thought it was some sort of an odd joke Mondo was playing. So, he let out a small, slightly uncomfortable laugh.

“Don’t scare me like that! Tell me what’s really bothering you.”

An uncomfortable silence had followed his statement. And as soon as Mondo gave him a sad, serious look, Taka realized he wasn’t joking.

“Wh—I… I don’t understand… w-what made you think of this?!”

Mondo couldn’t bring himself to answer him. He was too caught up in his own mind to answer. It was only when Taka started to tear up did he finally clear his head.

“D-do I not make you happy?”

“W-what?! No! Of course you make me happy! You always do!”

“Th-then, why? W-why do you want to end things?”

“T-Taka, look…”

He held Taka’s hands and looked him in the eyes.

“I-I don’t want to do this. I really don’t. B-but… I feel like it’s my only option. I’m only doing this to protect you…”

“Mondo… I-I don’t need to be protected. I’m okay.”

“Bullshit! You’re not fucking okay! Look at you!”

Taka flinched at the sudden rise in volume in Mondo’s voice. He realized he had yelled at Taka and panicked.

“F-fuck. I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean ta yell. I just… I don’t want you to get hurt again!”

Taka put a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.

“Mondo… if that’s what this is about, then I’m sorry. I should’ve been more careful. I promise I’ll try to be more aware from now o—”

“N-no! Taka, I ain’t blaming you! It’s not your fault at all! It’s mine! It’s… it’s all my fault! None of this would’ve happened if I hadn’t gotten you involved in my biker shit!”

Taka shook his head and desperately tried to hold back his tears.

“Please don’t blame yourself! You wouldn’t have known this would ha—”

“You don’t understand! You were kidnapped! You got hurt! B-badly hurt! All because those assholes had beef with the Diamonds! They went after you cuz they mighta seen you with me before!”

“Well then it’s their fault for being so petty and taking it out on me! I don’t blame you at all for what happened!”

He wanted to believe Taka’s words. He really did. But he couldn’t help but feel like he would be putting him in more danger if they continued to be together.

“I-I’m sorry Taka…”

Mondo got up from his seat as Taka looked up at him confused.

“I-I have to do this… you’ll be safer this way.”

He began to walk towards the door as Taka stared at him in shock and silence.

“Goodbye…”

“W-wait!”

Mondo flinched as Taka called out to him. But, he stopped. He’ll listen to whatever he had to say.

“If… if this is really over… c-can we still keep in touch? W-we don’t have to physically meet up or anything like that! W-we could still… talk to each other on the phone, right?!”

He wanted to say yes. A thousand times yes. But he was so scared of something like this happening to him again.

“I… I don’t know…”

“M-Mondo, please! I—”

“I have to go.”

Without a second thought, Mondo dashed out of the room and through the hallway. The tears were blinding him, but he didn’t care. He just couldn’t be in that room any longer. He couldn’t stand seeing Taka all bandaged up and bedridden any longer.

“M-Mondo! Wait! Come back!”

Taka was calling for him from within the hospital room. If his legs weren’t so badly damaged, he would rip out his IV and run after him.

“I… I still love you! I STILL LOVE YOU MONDO!!”

Mondo couldn’t bring himself to turn around. He couldn’t bring himself to tell him how much he loved him back. He just needed to get out of there. He needed air.

His heart cracked in two once he heard Taka loudly sobbing and pleading for him to come back. He held in his tears and tried to ignore Taka’s cries as best as he could.

And once he finally bursted through the exit door and ran a few miles away, he finally collapsed to the ground and sobbed his heart out.

What had he done?!

#danganronpa #kiyotaka ishimaru #mondo owada #ishimondo #hawklanthebard #anonymouslyangsty #artychaild #writing #writing prompt #trigger warning: drugging #trigger warning: kidnapping #trigger warning: torture #trigger warning: violence #takaaki ishimaru #daiya owada #kyoko kirigiri #shuichi saihara

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