#OH SHIT I FORGOT I DREW BLOOD

[f-ai-n]

Kaeya studies,,,,, plus childe n kaeya with flowers ro celebrate my friend's childe chibigurumi and my kaeya chibigurumi

[partycatty]

a depressed and drunk johnny cage in his trailer on his birthday and we decide to surprise him. Us being a good bestfriend bake him a cute little cake with happy birthday spelt out in frosting and get permission to go deliver it to him.

what’s he supposed to do when he’s drunk and a cute little thing like us does something so sweet? sure it’s his birthday, but he thinks you deserve a gift and he ends up fucking you in his trailer.

love ya 💙💙💙

ARF ARF BARK BARK GRRR WOOF

johnny cage > happy bithday

you surprise your best friend on his birthday. he returns the favor.

warnings: smut ofc, he's drunk (i knowwww he's a canon recovering alcoholic BEAR WITH MEEE) SUB JOHNNY NATION RISE UP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i kinda made him beg like a dog icl so hes kinda ooc oops

notes: INTENTIONAL MISSPELT TITLE!!! and this fic kicked my ASS. it took me like a week to get the courage to finish this holy fucking shit.

word count: 2.8k

[ masterlist ]

• you and johnny went far back. you had ties in the filming industry though you weren't on screen yourself. this drew you two together, even before you careers blossomed.

• you worked next door to his production, and you recall johnny expressing to you his annoyance for having to work on his birthday. he sounded... more miserable than usual, and it left a weird pit in your stomach.

• during your break, you ran into a nearby supermarket and purchased all the equipment you'd need: cake mix, frosting, sprinkles, and two numerical candles that spelled out 30. it took blood sweat in tears for you to bake this cake in record time, and decorating may have not been your strong suit but the purple frosting and gold lettering turned out... decent. hey, it's edible nonetheless!

• tip-toeing your way to his trailer, you were sure he had to be inside. you even double checked with his staff, and he was on an extended break while filming. standing at the door, you knock a couple times, and a stuffy, groaning voice responds.

• "m'busy," you know it's johnny's voice but it sounded far sadder than anticipated. hopefully the cake would cheer him up?

• you reply with his name through the crack in the door, and there's some shuffling before the door swings open. you don't even have time to wait or process the situation before johnny tugs you into his trailer by your arm. your face darkens slightly when you notice his flushed face and parted lips. his hair was messy, and the smell of alcohol poured from his mouth. the top few buttons of his dress shirt were undone, giving you a peek of his bare chest. any other situation, you'd be head over heels, but his appearance concerned you.

• "are you drunk?" you ask with a hint of bewilderment, and johnny can only wipe his eyes and nod weakly, giving you a lopsided grin that unfortunately makes you feel weak in the knees. you swore to god to never act on this little crush, since he was a celebrity and all, and you knew better than to put your genuinely good friendship at risk.

• "you made me a cake?" johnny's gentle, almost tearful voice tore away any anger that began to bubble up and replaced it with warmth. you nod and hold it out to him, and the faint candlelight flickers against his skin beautifully. he was so soft when he was drunk at times, and only you got to see this warmer side compared to his typical cocky ways.

• "it's... not my best work," you shrug sheepishly, looking down at the cake. when you look back up, you notice johnny's lashes are wet as they flutter, looking down at the cake with you. he sniffs, and wipes his eyes quickly.

• "you spelled it wrong." his smile doesn't falter but the tears threaten to spill.

• "what?"

• "doll... look," johnny's finger trails the iced words. "you forgot the R."

• oh, shit. you did. the cake reads HAPPY BITHDAY JOHNNY in the most confident gold lettering. the time crunch must've made your proofreading not too accurate. you blush and try to move the cake away from view, sliding it onto his vanity.

• as you were about to sputter useless apologies and try to move on, johnny takes a step closer and fully embraces your body in his large arms, his form completely overtaking yours and trapping you in his grasp. johnny's head buries itself in the crook of your neck as he squeezes tight, nearly knocking the wind out of you.

• on instinct, your arms try to wrap around his body, gripping his shirt tightly. johnny mutters something incoherent, his drunken ramblings a key trait of his state.

• "you're so sweet to me," he mumbles tearfully, peppering kisses along your neck. sure, he was affectionate typically, but he was kissing your neck. he was drunk, but... your heart fluttered.

• "hey, hey..." you rub his back soothingly, hoping maybe you could stop him from attacking your neck in hopes it'll cool your rising heat. "because you're my best friend."

• he whines into your neck, presumably in appreciation of your words. your neck begins to have a faint smell of alcohol.

• "such a sweet girl..." he doesn't stop. his hands wander to your lower back, pulling you in harder. this worries you, deeply.

• "johnny," your voice is warning as they find their place on his broad shoulders. "easy, easy, you're drunk."

• "whassat matter," he bites down into your flesh, making you yelp in shock. "mean so much to me."

• when his hands find their way to your ass, kneading at the flesh, you shove him away with furrowed brows. "you don't want this," you warn him, fighting every single urge to not pounce on him in that moment. "this is... really, really stupid, i mean, it's just a birthday-"

• johnny shuts you up quickly with a kiss, slamming his face against yours so hard you feel the clack of his teeth. his face cups yours, borderline squeezing your cheeks as his lips dance with yours. when he finally pulls away, a string of saliva connects your lips and it sends you weak in the knees.

• "doll," he huffs, wiping his mouth. "birthday or not, i've wanted you for so long." he's breathless and nearly incoherent, like this was his only shot at what he truly wanted. johnny was infamous for admitting shit when drunk, so you knew that this was true for the most part. this was only reinforced when he suddenly dropped to his knees, level with your stomach as he placed fluttering kisses along the front of your shirt.

• "please, i..." he pressed his face into the fabric, fists bunching up around the back. "i'll make you feel real good, if you let me..." his hand snakes under your shirt, rubbing circles in the flesh of your waist as he looks up with pleading eyes. your hand moves downward, raking gently through his hair.

• "you really want this?" you ask gently, toying with his hair. "no going back."

• his lips brush against your stomach as he teeters between kissing the skin and speaking against it. "i want you so bad, doll."

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• all it took was your permission, and johnny was on you in seconds. he backed you into his vanity, sending various items clattering to the ground. he fit so snug between your thighs, settling there to make out with you. perhaps he didn't even notice, but he was gently rutting into you as your lips connected, expelling desperate whimpers down your throat that only fueled your long-time desire. his cock could just barely make out the dip between your folds, but he pressed a little harder and made you gasp when your clit received unexpected attention.

• johnny pulls you in by the waistband of your pants, pressing your bodies impossibly closer as he panted in your ear. "let me taste you," he begged in a low whisper as he hooked his thumbs under the fabric. "i'll be good, i'll be so good."

• jesus, it seemed he wanted to eat you out more than you wanted to be eaten out. you'd never seen this flavor of eagerness in a man and it admittedly took you some strength to not giggle at how johnny fucking cage of all people became a lost, drunken puppy between your legs.

• "go on, pretty boy," you pant as your lips brush. the smell of alcohol brings you back to reality for only a moment.

• johnny decided that words took too much effort and instead dropped to his knees before you, shoulders holding up the weight of your plush thighs as he parted them hungrily to not waste a second more.

• the poor man forgets to even remove your pants before he's pressing his nose onto your heat, eyelashes fluttering as his heart swells with adoration. your scent, your heaving chest, your pretty thighs weighing his shoulders down, it was all too much. his pants feel a size too tight as his boner strains against his slacks.

• you get his brain going by jumping your hips up to get your pants past your ass, letting him pull them down the rest of the way. he throws them far, far away and latches himself again onto your pussy, now only divided by the fabric.

• "you were so eager before," you groan, thrusting forward slightly to put more pressure. "take them off."

• "no," he mutters against your panties, the vibrations making you jolt. "want this to last." his tongue flattens, drawing a long stripe up the fabric. when your panties stick to your pussy, it makes out the shape and he groans at the tease.

• "hold on," he places your thighs back down, trying to calm his breathing and flushed face. "i... i need this first. please." he unbuckles himself and pulls his slacks down to his thighs, giving you a view of his rock solid boner. it honestly looked painful, and you felt pity even if he looked adorable like this. his eyes were downward, fidgeting with his loose belt in shame. he chuckles breathily. "it's so hard, it hurts."

• "that's..." you struggle to find words when your mouth goes dry staring at his thick imprint. "that's alright." your voice was flat, trying to hide your desperation at his need to ask for permission. he didn't need to ask.

• johnny swallows thickly and lets his pants drop, followed by his boxers. his cock was blushed and seeping with precum, twitching once when he looked back up at you. he lets out a small moan, getting far ahead of himself as he positions his hips against yours. he gasps when the contact is made, stuttering his hips ever so slightly. johnny's hands find your thighs again, squeezing down hard to ground himself to not cum immediately. sober and platonic interactions were already far too much for his raging desire for you, so actually getting what he craved was beyond overstimulating.

• you were sick of waiting, so you snake your arms to rest atop his shoulders, hands raking through his undercut. you grip down slightly and he bites his lower lip in response, eyebrows knitting together as his wet eyes burn through yours. you glide your cunt along his throbbing dick and he jolts forward, resting his damp forehead against your shoulder.

• johnny understands you're just as eager as him and begins to thrust into your damp panties, but quickly decides it won't give him what he needs, so he hooks them with his thumb and stretches them aside. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, his eyes are glossed over and all he can fixate on is your pleasure.

• his tip notches between your folds and settles nicely, earning a hiss from the both of you from the warmth. johnny bucks forward eagerly, sliding himself up and down seamlessly due to how soaked you were. your folds hug his cock in just the right way, and you feel yourself already feeling heavenly every time your sensitive clit bumps against his tip.

• "fuck, doll," he hisses into the skin of your neck, placing open mouth kisses. "i want to last, you're - ngh - making it so hard... so hard..." he trails off, groaning when you slip and make his tip kiss the entrance of your cunt, making his knees buckle. "'m gonna cum just from this... god, you're so beautiful, beautiful girl-" his praises become increasingly more high pitched and you can tell by the way he begins to stutter his hips that he's close, unable to last long and it's driving him wild.

• johnny wasn't ever this needy, ever this pathetic. you reduced the cocky a-lister to a near-sobbing mess as he slips across your cunt, finding a momentum difficult from how slippery the entire scene has become. his cock is soaked, dripping down his leg due to your arousal.

• just as your orgasm builds up, as does his, johnny pulls away and lowers himself, gripping the flesh of your ass to pull your hips to his mouth. now thoroughly soaked and clenching around nothing, your cunt is desperate for a release that johnny happily provides, latching onto your clit, and shoving two fingers deep in your hole. he flattens his tongue, shaking his head slightly and flicking your clit relentlessly.

• your orgasm rides up on you rapidly, overwhelmed by the direct pleasure and how filled you were from two of his long fingers alone. wanting to lurch forward as your body trembles, johnny uses his other hand to sit flatly on your stomach, pushing you up against the mirror of the vanity and forcing you to take his lapping and fingering.

• johnny couldn't stand to have your pleasure soak his cock, shockingly. he needed, needed to taste the mess you were making for him or he just might die. you shake, trying to writhe and twitch as your orgasm fights you in waves. loud moans are pulled from your throat with each pulse of pleasure. your arousal soaks johnny's face, effectively soaking his nose and chin as he devours all you have to offer. he matched your moans with high-pitched whimpers, brows knitting together as his eyes clench shut. he was in heaven just as much as you were.

• he continues to lap at you until you force him away by his hair, his mouth becoming borderline painful as he eats you out through your orgasm. you giggle, as it slightly tickles. johnny looks... well, still drunk, but now a new kind. pussydrunk? lovedrunk? either way, the glossy look on his face suits him.

• as your chest heaves, attempting to recollect yourself, everything about the situation comes back to reality. you just grinded against your best friend. your best friend made you cum from his mouth.

• "what's that look?" johnny asks, wiping his mouth with his forearm. his eyes are glittering with delight.

• "nothing," you shrug, his grin contagious. "you did good, johnny."

• "yeah?" he seems proud of himself, glancing downward for a moment. he squeezes your thighs lovingly, placing a gentle kiss on them before finally standing up.

• "yeah." just as you respond, you look down to his cock, wondering if maybe he'd need some help getting there, too. it seemed only fair, that is, until you notice it's semi-hard and soaked. you sit up and lean forward, looking past your legs and onto his trailer floor. cum is splattered onto the flooring, some of it dripping down his thigh. "you came from giving head?"

• "how could i not have?" johnny's sheepish at your observation, but owns up to it quickly as he tucks it back into his slacks. "you're incredible." his face is tinted pink.

• "you're too sweet," you giggle, and johnny helps you down from the vanity as your legs wobble. giving up on finding wherever the hell your pants went, johnny leaves for a moment and returns with a pair of pajama pants, presumably a pair he kept in the trailer for his princess naps.

• "look who's talking... hey, speaking of sweet," johnny laughs, rubbing his hands together. "you and me wash up, and we have some cake, yeah?"

• "i like that plan," as you jump into the pants. johnny visibly tenses up seeing your breasts bounce from the jump, and he can't ignore the way your thighs and ass jiggle. "where did i put it, anyway?"

• you both look around the trailer for a moment, the memory of placing the cake down hazy among the rest of the event. you let out a small gasp, realizing that the cake was on the vanity, the one you got fucked out on... or rather, it was. the cake was splattered on the floor, frosting spread out and depressingly smeared anywhere it could reach. you frown, and johnny hovers behind you as you both look over the mess.

• "that sucks," johnny sighs, but his voice sounds uplifting. "that's alright, i ate something better."

• "don't be gross," you giggle, swatting at his form behind you. "that was perfectly good cake."

• "we can make another," johnny offers. "together. and i'll make sure you spell it right this time." his arms wrap around your middle, pulling you in close and breathing in the scent of your hair. the sweat, perfume and natural smell you carried always drove him wild, but he was now comfortable enough to bury himself in it. you lean into his touch, sighing as the heat from your bodies provides the perfect comfort.

• "happy birthday, johnny," you mumble softly, rocking back and forth in his arms. johnny responds into your hair, his voice breathy and warm.

• "thank you, doll."

[winterrrnight]

hellraiser (part II)

PAIRING: drew starkey x co-star!actress!reader

SUMMARY: an instagram blurb about drew and his co-star y/n and dating allegations

FACE CLAIM: Emma Myers

WARNINGS: pictures with blood and alcohol

EDITH SPEAKS: AND ITS OUT!! I hope you all enjoy because this is giving me life 🤭🤭 I'm sick but I've never felt happier because I am spending my day in my bed reading and completely chilling :')

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[heraldofcrow]

Quickening

Also guys, I forgot to post this ages ago, but I think I cracked the code on quickening in Bloodborne?

FromSoft recycles their ideas, right?

So, look at this in Sekiro:

One Mind

Combat Art that unleashes a storm of attacks from a sheathed stance; so fast that the blade is nigh invisible. Costs Spirit Emblems to use.

One must focus their soul on the release of the blade, nothing else. In doing so, the strikes achieve a god-like speed.

This technique was conceived by none other than the old hand swordmaster, Isshin.

—

My boi Isshin figured out somehow that one could concentrate their soul to the point where they could strike a sword so fast it could barely be seen.

Now, in Soulsborne games, the soul and the blood are the same—though whether that applies to Sekiro, I need to deduce, but it surely applies to Bloodborne when you consider all the links between people’s wills and memories and life ITSELF.

Why doth this matter say thee?

Well see, when the hunters quicken/quick-step, they seem to move so fast that they are unseen for a brief moment, just like Isshin’s sword-strikes…so like…maybe they are using their souls just like he did? Except this time, it’s their whole body…it’s their blood!

I think it’s safe to say that Lady Maria was the practitioner mentioned in the Hunter’s Bone description (gender neutral pronouns in Japanese, after all), and so she might have figured out the same thing Isshin did.

Hell, maybe she even got the idea FROM Isshin….or someone like him. Cainhurst and Japan are linked in-game. I’m sorry, I’m just calling it Japan, because let’s be real…it’s fucking Japan. The Vilebloods are using Japanese swords with Japanese names.

Maria grew up in this culture where her Vileblood peers were using these Japanese weapons, but with a nasty twist—blood-blades. They drew from their own life essence for extra power, and our based Maria frowned on those, yeah? But maybe she found an alternative in order to achieve the quick-step and to out-do her peers.

Maybe she discovered the idea of “One Mind” by connecting or reading up on some Japanese sword hero like Isshin!

Then she was like, “Oh shit…I don’t have to take from my own blood/soul to achieve an extra boost in battle…I can just concentrate…discipline myself to become of one mind and the blood in my body will flow NATURALLY and MOVE me!”

Guys, I think quickening was Maria’s “one mind.”

I think she figured out how to work with her unique blood in a clean and healthy way. You know. Before bad things happened and The Depression.

[shinningraes]

Pt2

Romano: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?

Tolys: What’s up your ass this morning!

Alfred: *walks in* ...Hey.

Tolys: Hmm… nevermind.

Romano: WAIT NO

Alfred: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like Romano a little bit.

Tolys, holding Alfred's notepad: You doodled your wedding invitation.

Alfred: No, that's our joint tombstone.

Tolys: My mistake.

Tolys: How would you like your coffee?

Romano: As dark and as bitter as my soul.

Tolys, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

Alfred: Hey, Romano. What kind of flowers do you prefer?

Romano: I like sunflowers.

Alfred, pulling out a bouquet of Venus Flytraps: Well, shit-

Romano: Surgery is basically just stabbing someone to life.

Tolys: Please never become a surgeon.

Romano: We just ate. Why are you making pancakes?

Alfred: For the dogs.

Romano: Why are you making pancakes for the dogs?

Alfred: They don't know how.

Alfred: I told Romano that their ears turn red when they lie.

Tolys: Do they?

Alfred: No.

Tolys: Then why did you tell them that?

Alfred: Because I can do this.

Alfred: Hey Romano! Do you love us?

Romano, with their hands over their ears: No.

Alfred: *gets a text* Oh! It’s Tolys.

Romano, excitedly: Did they get me the stuff?

Alfred: Yeah, they say they got you the clown costume, the power drill, and 12 gallons of blood.

Romano: Wow! Where’d they find 12 gallons of fake blood?

Alfred: You wanted fake blood?

Romano:

Alfred: I’ll go call Tolys.

Romano: The stars are so beautiful...

Alfred: They're just giant balls of gas.

Romano: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then-

Alfred: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you.

Romano: Oh...

Alfred: I am so cool. I am an absolute Chad. I am the epitome of coolness and awesomeness—

Romano: Hi.

Alfred: *melts down in a flustered heap of softness*

Tolys: Italics.

Alfred: Yeah, Italians.

Tolys: We have to plan, we have to figure something out.

Romano: Tolys, when have any of our plans ever actually worked? We plan, we get there, all hell breaks loose.

Romano: I think I did fairly well on my anatomy quiz!

Alfred: I forgot I was doing a test.

Romano: Alfred.

Alfred: I said the vertebrae was the back stick because I thought it was funny....

Tolys: Alfred.

Alfred: Hand me the people opener.

Tolys: ...

Tolys: Pardon?

Alfred, annoyed: The g! Just hand it to me!

Tolys, stressed: WHAT THE FUCK IS A PEOPLE OPENER?

Alfred: How do you not know what a people opener is? Its pointy- you know? With a handle?

Tolys: Knife. It's called a knife.

Romano: Alfred, you know how much I love you…

Alfred: Whaddya want?

Romano: A partner with some GODDAMN EMOTIONAL AVAILABILTY!

Alfred: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine!

Romano: How can you still say that?

Alfred: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

Romano: *yawns*

Alfred: Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring.

Romano: Then you must be exhuasted.

Tolys: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.

Tolys: In your opinion, what is the height of stupidity?

Romano, turning to Alfred: How tall are you?

Alfred: Hey, Tolys you're smart, tell me what would happen if I chugged 3 gallons of chloroform.

Tolys: Have you ever been to a mortuary?

Alfred: Yea, my grandma lives there.

Romano: That is the worst response to that question.

Alfred: I have an idea.

Tolys: A good idea?

Alfred: Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Romano: I hate you sometimes.

Alfred: Well according to this picture Tolys drew of us holding hands that's not true.

Romano: Alfred, you drew that.

Alfred: It doesn't matter.

[kekaki-cupcakes]

I dare you - Leo V x gn child of Nike/Reader

part four

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“Please don’t tell me Jason bit someone again-”

“Are they okay?” Leo asked, pushing passed an exhausted looking Will and scanning the infirmary. There was only a bored looking Ares kid playing with a lighter in the corner as Austin put a bandage over his broken nose. “Where are they?”

Will waved his hand casually and motioned to the door at the end of the room, “High on drugs, we had to sedate them to stitch it all back together. They just woke up.”

Leo had already pushed past him, tripping on a stray bandage and peeking behind all of the plastic curtains in the back room. One of the daughters of Hecate was reading a comic, their skin a bright purple, but there was no one else, until-

“Drewy, Suey, Flooy, Pooey, hey! We should call you Nancy Drew, except you’re not smart enough to be- Ow!”

“I could be a detective if I wanted to.” Drew shot back, and Leo peeked around the curtain, watching as the girl picked some dirt from beneath her nails. “I just don’t care enough about other people's problems.”

The patient, whose bed she was sitting on, stuck their tongue out. “You can stop showing off that you’ve still got nails and shit, Nancy Drew-y, Suey-”

“Holy shit, you're awake! Are you okay?” Leo asked, stepping forwards, but once he got to their bedside, he wasn’t really sure what to do with himself. He just hovered, giving them a weak smile. 

“Fine,” they waved their hand, which was bandaged heavily, like a big white canvas mitten, a loopy grin on their face. “I’m finey, piney, siney, miney…”

“Stop waving your hand around or Will’ll strap it down.” Drew snapped, and then turned to Leo with a smirk. She picked up a tote bag with Margot Robbie in a pink jumpsuit on it. “Your turn lover boy. Oh, and they aren’t allowed to eat anything, just water.”

“Why can’t-”

There was a crash as they turned to the plastic bag next to them and emptied their stomach of the nine strawberries they’d been able to eat. “Bleurgh…”

Leo blinked. “Oh.”

“Oh it’s you!” They grinned, looking up from the bag of vomit like nothing was wrong, when in fact everything was. “Hey, Drew Suey, look it’s the- oh she’s gone.”

Leo narrowed his eyes at her “It’s the what?”

“The kinda cute and literally can’t fight and, and…I forgot what the last one was guy.”

He felt his heart beating as fast as the machine in the corner, and wiped his hands on his pants with a gulp. They thought he was kinda cute? Him? He [the kinda cute guy] pulled one of the tissues out of the box on the bedside table and leaned forward hesitantly. He thought they’d hate him, he’d got their hand cut off for the gods sake, but here they were calling him kinda cute.

“You got a bit of,” he started motioning with the tissue to their face, but was only met with a blank look. He just sighed and wiped the pink stuff off their face gently, tossing the tissue in the bin. “There.”

He glanced down at their hand, which he couldn’t even see any of. He felt guilt creep in again. “Is it, is it attached? Did Will fix it, or are you gonna be, like, an amputee?”

They squinted at the wall vaguely, “uh…like, the fingers came off apparently, I dunno, there was a lot of blood. Or strawberries. I love strawberries!”

“I know,” he sighed, trying not to smile at the slightly hazy but innocent expression they had as they cocked their head at him. “I asked if your fingers are back on your hand-”

“Guess what? They came off! Will said that I grabbed a circularlarler saw thingamabob but I’d never do that, I’m not stupid!”

“No way,” Leo breathed sarcastically, and shuffled onto the end of the bed. He watched as they chewed on the fingernails on their other hand and stared out the window absently. “Are… are you okay?”

“I mean my hand kinda yeeted away for a bit,” they started animatedly, “but it’s all better now, Will sewed it back on.”

Leo gritted his teeth, but he wasn’t really annoyed, their excitable face was too cute to be angry at, and he didn’t see it much. Usually they were just waving spears around and glaring at him. 

They tapped his shoulder though, like they just remembered something. “Oh, I forgot, two of 'em decided they didn’t wanna go back on, which is kinda mean of them, but now I got three fingers. But they're the important ones, so it’s all okay.”

He blinked. “All of them are the important ones.”

“Nah,” they waved the wad of padding and plaster in the air casually, nearly knocking it into the wall, but Leo managed to scramble across and stop them from reversing all eight hours of WIll’s work. “I only need the middle one.”

Somehow they hadn’t noticed, or they didn’t care, that Leo was pretty much laying across their lap. 

Instead they just rested the now safe hand on his shoulder and kept talking. “And I don’t need the ring finger, because it’s my right hand, so I can still get married. And who needs their little finger? I can make pinky promises with my other hand!”

“Right,” Leo breathed, his cheeks red as he sat up a little, but the way they were still holding him a little, stopped him [not physically, he just wanted it to stay that way] from moving away. Instead his legs were sprawled across their lap as he sat next to them on the plastic-y bed. 

“Did you know I never break a pinkie promise,” they gasped, like they’d only just found out as well. They extended their left hand eagerly, “I can prove it, gimme a promise. I’ll never break it.”

Leo grinned up at them, ducking his head as he extended his pinkie. “Uhm, I dunno, promise to never grab a circular saw to save my life again?”

They scrunched up their nose, rubbing it a little, “boring, I promise to always save your life again! Ha!”

“Oh, okay…” he pretended his voice didn’t crack as they shook on it.

They smiled at him, then a vague look passed over their face, and they sneezed into his shoulder, only to sneeze again. He watched as they rubbed their nose sniffling. “Why do you sneeze so much?”

“I’m allergic to sawdust.”

Leo’s smile froze, “you’re what.”

“I’m… allergic… to…-”

“Yeah, yeah I get that,” he cut them off. “But why didn’t you mention it? You were in bunker nine for hours! I’m literally always covered in sawdust! I'm like a walking ball of allergies!”

“... But I like hanging out with you.”

“I’m not saying you can’t- wait you like hanging out with me?” Leo cut himself off this time, eyes widening. They liked hanging out with him? And they thought he was [kinda] cute? How lucky could he get?

“Of course I like hanging out with you,” they scoffed, and then smirked in a loopy way that was probably because of the painkillers and everything else in their veins. “You think I'm actually that obnoxious? I just wanted you to argue with me, and I’m actually, like, super duper whooper good at not challenging other people now, I just wanted to-”

A grin wobbled across Leo’s face, and he looked away, feeling his face grow hotter. He poked them in the side gently, “You’re so manipulative.”

“No, I’m a mastermind.” They nudged him back. 

“What if I told you, I’m a mastermind!”

“Jason!”

“And now you’re mine, it was all by design!”

[girlhorse]

shout out to my first dog daycare job, who for some braindead reason worked together with this wildly incompetent dog rescue to foster some of their dogs; one of which was extremely aggressive toward men and had prey drive so high she wanted to kill small dogs, and others with extreme dog aggression and bite histories. One ended up biting a coworker during a dog fight so bad he needed surgery on his hand and was unable to use it for months. the dog attacked two customer dogs. He also bit a photographer doing his adoption shoot lmao. and yet he was still allowed to board with the kennel.

(i must also mention that NONE of these high energy dogs were being exercised daily. they were in kennels pretty muchall day except for quick potty breaks. Several had reactivity issues and were making the environment ridiculously stressful for the dogs that were there for daycare/boarding )

my first terrible experience with these foster dogs was when the two rescue owners came to the lobby (i was front desk girl) and wanted me to fetch both of the dogs to walk them together. It was a newbie mistake move but neither of them thought to inform me that they had DA issues. I walked both of them together on leash, and before I got to the lobby they started attacking each other. I didn't know what to do because i was not at all trained in dog fights so i held their leashes as far apart from each other as possible (im smallish so my armspan was short enough for them to reach each other's faces) and to this day its the only dog fight ive witnessed that drew a fairly significant amount of blood. (dogs were somehow ok with just lacerations but it was bloody!) (it got broken up when I managed to grab my walkie and yell for help)

the events that led to me being fired were also related to one of the foster dogs. This dog was over 100 lbs (not overweight), had a history of aggression toward men, dog aggression, and extreme prey drive. we had to use our walkie to warn other employees when she was being walked down the hall.

one morning, I was the only person to arrive to do opening duties and feeding; as my coworker had an emergency at home (break in) and we had about 60 dogs to feed and let out to potty. it was my first ever opening shift and neither of my supervisors came to the daycare early to help me.

i did okay by myself but i was taking a long ass time because no one could help me for hours. eventually my coworker showed up to help.

Relevant to this story is that we would "walk" dogs by letting them loose in a fenced area, there were multiple fenced in areas so there was about 4-5 yards each dog could use. They were left outside to potty *without supervision* because we would be having to move so many dogs and do so many feedings etc.

anyway

the events leading up to this Mistake are a bit unclear, since we were both walking and in the confusion it was hard to remember who did what (exactly why i hated when coworkers would split up duties without communicating with me properly) and somehow we both forgot that the small dogs were still out in the yard before moving on to the bigger dogs.

my coworker ended up bringing the massive, high prey drive dog into the yard with this poor little cairn terrier, realized what she did once she saw the little dog, but this massive dog was so strong that it pulled her across the yard and managed to bite the little dog. miraculously this dog only suffered one (deep as hell) puncture wound, and was able to be treated at a pet hospital.

we were both called in to the office and fired that day (actually dont know if other girl was fired) despite the clear cascade of events leading up to the incident. they just wanted to cover their asses to make nice with the client who's dog they almost got killed. it was a bad mistake! but all management systems fail, and human error is very real. and no one should be punished for shit like that when it's clearly a fault with the system in place. im still salty about it btw.

oh yeah! i was also only paid 10 dollars an hour for this job!

moral of the story is I'm never trusting any dog kennel ever with any of my dogs lmao

[sansxfuckyou]

Surge

Summary: Lare is dead, as expected she freaks out a bit- it's her first time! Who can blame her? She'd like to consider herself lucky that someone else is there, if that someone else was helpful.

Warnings: Implied character death, check Ao3 port for full tags

Authors Note: @bree-sae wrote a fic, and I went, 'crossover time' and proceeded to explode. @sobredunia it's a Kenikari fanwork, I am obligated to tag you in every single piece of Kenikari I write ever.

Why is it so bright? And warm? And never fucking ending, everywhere her eyes land all she can see is white.

Panic settles into her form and she's frozen where she stands, unable to move her legs. Wait, standing. She can, she can probably sit down if there's something that she's standing on. But she should be looking for an exit before anything else, try to scrape up some idea of how she got here.

So Lare walks. Presuming she's heading north instead of south. Or east instead of west. But she walks, she walks through the blank void laid out below and above and all around her.

She walks into someone and they both fall, she's quick to start apologizing. It's returned with a couple shockingly low it's fine's as she takes a moment to look at what she bumped into.

A humanoid, dirty blonde, orange outfit- snow gear in every essence of the word. He's got a knife stuck in the side of his throat but he doesn't seem to notice it. He blearily blinks himself back to awareness and he has indigo eyes.

"You're new here," Was what he said before anything else and that only left Lare with more questions than before.

"Where even is here?" Lare asked, trying her hardest to not ask a hundred other questions.

"This? This is death, you are dead, and so I am," He said and Lare could feel herself panicking, It must've shown because he was quick to try and rebuttal, "Don't worry! You aren't dead dead, you're just yet to return."

"You have a knife sticking out of your neck," Lare said, he feels around for it blindly. He gives a hum before tugging it out, there's almost no blood.

"Almost forgot about that, you get used to it after a while," He said as he drew his knees to his chest, "What's your name?"

"What's yours?" Lare spits back defensively.

"Kenny- Kenny McCormick, from South Park Colorado!" He wears a grin as he speaks despite the fact he's dead.

"I'm Lare," Lare said stiffly as she held out a hand to shake, Kenny gladly took in a shake.

"Look, I doubt you wanna talk about it but how did it happen?" Kenny asked.

Lare stiffens up, "Why would I tell you?"

"Helps the process go faster," Kenny answered with, "I mean, if you like purgatory I'm not judging."

"I'm pretty sure I froze to death," Was Lares response.

Kenny gives a hum, "Skill issue, anyways, my good friend stabbed me over something stupid- probably pissed I'd rather fuck Kyle than him, might've been monopoly."

Lare has so many questions at the statement.

"I don't know when you'll die next, but if your life is as cruel as mine I doubt we won't see each other again," Kenny said as he tightened his grip on Lare's hand, already fading.

She glanced down to her hand, "Oh fuck what's happening now?!"

"Relax man, you're just reincarnating," Kenny said calmly as Lare started to fade.

"What?!" She sounded distraught at the notions, Kenny placed a hand on her shoulder.

"You aren't gonna wake up a tadpole or some shit, you'll just end up back at home, or somewhere near your death- I don't know how your shtick works," Kenny said in an attempt to console her.

And then Lare passed out.

-/-/-/-

The time between her first death and the next death blur together in a horrible mix of everything and nothing at all. She can still hear him, that stupid voice singed into the back of her head and it's driving her mad. It was some dumb dream her brain produced while she was passed out in the cold room, nothing more.

Which leaves her with the question of how it felt so real.

The ice grasping at her skin. Chills seeping deeper into her lungs. Hands shaking her. Voices begging her to stay awake. It all felt so real, but when she asked questions, ever so subtle, worded carefully at that, they all looked at her like she was insane. Murasaki, Chuyo, Bee, even Mako and Detah- and maybe for a second she believed them that she was insane.

It had to be a dream, it could be nothing else. She pushed it all down and acted like it never happened because who would believe her if it had? No one, no one would believe her even if she wanted to act like they would.

She really hopes that releasing the cart when she trips is the right choice, that Bee and Mako make it out while she doesn't. She can feel the pain start at her feet and then crush the rest of her in an instant, she's sure she's been flattened into a paste rather than a pancake. She can hear Uzomi's scream of her name even after she's been thoroughly killed, the few seconds she gets before being thrust back into the void.

She finds that idiot in orange sipping on a juicebox with a slice down his throat that's still oozing. She walks over and takes a seat down beside him, he perks up a bit and has the audacity to smile.

"You're back!" Kenny sounds happy when he speaks, placing his juice box down beside his thigh as he speaks.

"I actually died," Lare got out quietly, disbelief heavy on her voice. She draws her knees to her chest, "And it's happened before."

"Yeah, the first couple times are always rough," Kenny said, voice softening a bit. He slings an arm around her shoulders, "I had an Italian who only communicates in wahoo! and yippee! with a heavy dose of body language for my first deaths."

"You had Jumpman Mario around when you died?" Lare asked, she sounded a bit hysterical.

"The one and only, he was hard to deal with, but I doubt he enjoyed consoling an idiot third grader who got turned to a platypus and mutilated," Kenny said as though it was common. Lare rested even more of her weight on him.

"Kenny when is it gonna stop?" She choked out quietly.

And Kenny didn't know how to tell her the truth.

"Well, I've been coming back here since the third grade and I'm what, fifteen? Yeah, about fifteen, so, a while," He got out sheepishly, "But hey! You aren't dying a lot which is nice, I used to die every single day."

"Really?" Lare asked, wrapping her arms around her legs as she spoke.

"Really, and then I got some weird ass disease that destroyed my muscle cells. I really thought that I was gonna stay dead when that happened, just me and Kyle, and then I was gone. I was here, but I wasn't there, and then I stayed here for weeks straight," Kenny said, he heaved a sigh, "But I'm back to my usual death schedule with slight alterations, so far you've only died twice which is rather impressive."

Lare was crying now.

"It'll be fine," Kenny said, "Promise," He rubbed Lares arm a bit.

Lare didn't answer.

"Ready to say how it happened?" Kenny asked.

"I was crushed to death by a rolling stone," Lare choked out on a strangled sob, "It was fast, but really shitty- children watched it happen Kenny! There were two kids who I hope lived even though I died."

"I'm sure that they did," Kenny said, he tightened his grip on her a bit, she wasn't fading yet.

"How about you? Who slit your throat over a game of monopoly?" Lare asked, almost jokingly. She had a gut feeling it would be much worse than that.

Kenny quirks a brow before realizing what she means, "Oh, that, that's nothing- most of the damage is internal. I don't know what they slid in through the hole," He brought his fingers to pull it open further and Lare gagged, "But it was something sharp and probably poison coated."

"Nasty," Lare said, sticking out her tongue a bit as she spoke.

"Super, but I've had worse deaths," Kenny said, he grinned a bit as he thought back on them, "Wanna hear?"

"Why not, pass the time or whatever," Lare said dismissively before her partner in death started to ramble.

[tonguetiedraven]

Can you do Fireball falling in love with Ryuuji?

(’▽’) I absolutely can!

This is based entirely off my story Ryuuji's Guide to Demonic Boyfriends, but it can be read on it's own :D The pov is the demon part of Rin. He refers to the other part as 'the human'. Just so there's no confusion

— — — — —

Rin had been locked up for entirely too long. He’d only gotten a few glimpses of what was really going on, and since the busty woman had beat them up, he’d been locked up. The human was too weak to hold onto their damn sword and now they were standing in the middle of the forest with their dick of an older brother trying to pick a fight.

And the stupid human was just letting it happen. He was just standing there like Amaimon hadn’t stolen one of their friends. These people could barely handle a chuchi. They needed Rin’s protection. The human part of himself had failed them. He was too weak to help with anything.

“OKUMURA!”

Rin pushed his way forward, shoving past the human’s defenses to try and get a look at what was going on and who was screaming their name in that choked way.

Oh. It was the angry boy. The loud one that had tried to take on the reaper. The one that punched them for running off. Rin hadn't actually seen him yet, but he liked his attitude.

"HEY!" the same boy yelled, "You forgot to invite us to the party, so we're crashing it!"

Wait.

Was the boy yelling at Amaimon? Was that boy picking a fight with a demon king?

Rin really liked his attitude.

There was an explosion, and Rin still couldn't get control enough to really see what was going on, but there was a rush of heat and stuff moving around. The human took them closer to whatever it was. 

"Run for it, Okumura! We'll keep him busy!"

Run? Hell no. 

Amaimon’s voice filtered through the air, tight with annoyance. Rin ignored him and tried to shove his way out. The human had him entirely locked down and this was beyond annoying. It was his body too! Why hadn’t the stupid human been the part locked in the sword?

"I don't give a damn about you, weirdo! The guy I'm super pissed at is him! Ya hear that, Okumura?” 

Him?! What had he done to the boy? No, what had the human done to the boy? (Rin had been locked up by the damned sword.)  

“You act like you don't care, but then you help someone! I thought you were a loser, and then you go kick all kinds of ass! Who the hell are you?! Why do you go around acting like a he—”

The boy’s words strangled out. Rin threw himself forward, and finally the human raised his arms and drew the sword. 

Rin was free.

He  took in the scene in a matter of seconds. Amaimon still had the girl, two of the boys were on the ground (one was out) and the feisty boy was being hoisted into the air by his throat, and he was still trying to spit out threats to Amaimon. He was bruised to hell, bleeding, choking on his own breath, and he wasn’t even giving Amaimon the dignity of glaring at him.

Nope. Ryuuji was glaring at Rin. He was glaring at Rin because the human had run off without his friends and wasn’t doing a great job of saving the one that smelled like milk and grass. There was a sharp scent of blood, and Amaimon was seconds from snapping Ryuuji’s neck, but the handsome boy was still growling out half formed words, and oh, it still wasn’t at Amaimon. He still wasn’t giving the demon king the respect of ranting at him. Nope. He was still complaining at Rin. 

Rin had never felt his heart thump quite like that sight made it.

Pushing the weird feeling away, Rin roared and got his bastard brother’s attention. Ryuuji crashed to the ground and immediately pushed himself back up and choked out more threats.

Rin’s heart thumped again, and he had to swallow hard before he could focus on his annoying brother and leave the boy to his furious cursing.

— — — — —

The second time Rin got to really see the boy, Ryuuji was once again choking but it wasn’t from Amaimon this time. This time it was Astaroth’s stinky shit. Rot was everywhere and it had obviously gotten in Ryuuji’s lungs. The human had once again been useless and couldn’t even protect the cute—

Holy shit. Ryuuji was holding a barrier around the entire valley. This thing had to be half a mile wide and Ryuuji was holding it up all by himself while choking. 

Really, there was nothing Rin could possibly do but fall, and fall hard.  The boy was attractive, of course, but holy hell, the fire in his eyes was what did it. The fire that was staring up at Rin and daring him to do something incredible. Daring him to prove himself incredible and worth the trust Ryuuji had just put in him.

I trust you. He’d said. Well. Rin would show just how good of an idea it was to trust him. He could totally be trustworthy for those fiery brown eyes. The rotten pile  of meringue would regret picking a fight on this mountain.

“Give ‘em hell,” Ryuuji wheezed, slumping forward and still holding the barrier even as he turned a bit gray from the strain. Still fighting even as he fell.

Rin could only laugh in delight as he stabbed the Impure King.

— — — — —

“I got ya,” Ryuuji said, hefting Rin’s exhausted body up like he weighed nothing. Rin blinked and his head lulled a little on a broad shoulder. 

Oh. Ryuuji was carrying him. Carrying Rin and carrying  his bazooka and both of their packs. The boy was strong.

“You got him,” Ryuuji added as he moved towards the others. “You did good.”

Good? Of course Rin did good. He was the best. (The words still made his insides all squirmy in a weird and nice way.)

“Do me a favor though?” 

Rin pried one tired eye open to stare up at the boy’s pretty eyes. He hummed because talking in Japanese was always tricky and Gehennan always made weird stuff happen.

“Try not to get hit next time?”

Rin’s nose scrunched up. “Strong,” he muttered, unintentionally nuzzling Ryuuji’s sweater. It felt nice against his cheek. The uniforms were all nasty and scratchy, but the sweater wasn’t. Not that that mattered. He didn’t need to worry about hits. He was strong enough to take any hit. 

Ryuuji shifted his hold a little, being careful of Rin’s tail as he did. “I know you can take hits. You’ve already shown that. But,” he carefully picked his way around a shielding circle. Rin could feel it buzzing uncomfortably against his skin. Ryuuji made sure not to cross any. “You’re probably right. It’d probably be really hard to avoid hits.”

Rin pried his other eye open and scowled. 

“Especially since you don’t use shields. Yeah, I shouldn’t have asked.” They were almost at the others and Rin was flaring with indignation now. He could totally avoid hits! He wouldn’t need a stupid shield either.

“No hits!” 

Ryuuji’s brown eyes sparked with something and his expression went fiercely happy. The squirmy thing in Rin’s gut got all the bigger. It felt like something was jumping around in there. A reaper? 

“I knew you could do it,” Ryuuji praised, and Rin had to swallow hard. His flames went brighter, but Ryuuji didn’t seem worried about them. (He shouldn’t be because Rin had control of them and they wouldn’t hurt the handsome boy.) He stopped before he reached the others and hugged Rin a bit closer. Rin… Rin didn’t get a lot of hugs. At least not when he was in charge. Most of his friends were kind of scared of him. The human part would get hugs, but not Rin. Ryuuji though, he was hugging Rin and holding him up, and he looked proud.

“Thanks.”

Rin swallowed and nodded. For Ryuuji, he wouldn’t get hit.

— — — — —

Rin got hit. 

It was entirely avoidable, but avoiding it would mean Ryuuji getting a hit. Ryuuji who was chanting a big demon still and trying to shoot more down. He was stuck in one place because of the magic words he was having to say, and the big yeti seemed to get that. So Rin got between it and Ryuuji, and he took the hit. Ryuuji’s body jolted like he was the one that got clawed, and his scent went all sour with fear.

Rin ripped the yeti’s arm off for that.

The cut hurt, and it took a bit to heal because of poison, but Ryuuji fussed over the wound and carefully bandaged it up, and Rin was kind of upset it hadn’t been bigger and taken longer to bandage.

— — — — —

The human moved slower than molasses, but somehow, the idiot actually managed to ask Ryuuji out.  He asked him out, and then he kissed him, and then he nicked him and tried to runaway. Rin watched in fury and then melted when Ryuuji pulled them back and hugged them. The human was an idiot, but he let Rin come forward enough to feel the hug, so… so Rin could forgive him for taking forever to ask Ryuuji out. 

But he was tentative as shit. Ryuuji would hold their hand and give them shy smiles and the human, instead of smothering the boy in possessive kisses, would smile back and give him a damn peck. Rin pushed forward as hard as he could, but the stupid human never let him out for more than a second.

Still…

“Then how about we do it slow?” Ryuuji asked the human, talking about Rin, and getting to know him, and it was infuriating that they were talking about him and the human was trying to keep him locked up. 

Ryuuji’s fingers trailed down their cheek, fingers warm against the cool mountain air and making both Rin and the human shiver. “We’ll schedule a meet?”

Fuck that. They were alone on a mountain and Rin wasn’t waiting any longer. He used the human’s distraction from Ryuuji’s warm fingers and threw himself forward as hard as he could. He got control and grabbed Ryuuji’s hand to keep it close as flames flared over his body.

“How about now, Ryuuji?” He asked, talking as well as he could and grinning up at their boyfriend. Ryuuji’s cheeks went a dark red and his eyes went all wide with surprise, but not fear.

The human pushed him back, but Ryuuji still held onto their hand. 

— — — — —

Their first kiss happened a while after the human’s first kiss with Ryuuji. Rin didn’t expect it, even though he wanted it. Ryuuji didn’t move much faster than the human had, and Rin didn’t want him to smell of sour fear, so he was patient.

Mostly.

“Fireball!” Ryuuji cheered, running across the training room with a huge grin that had Rin’s heart thumping and soaring.

Fireball. 

Ryuuji had made a nickname just for him, and Rin had never had anything just for him. Every time he heard it his chest would go all tight, his heart would thump so very hard. His stomach would fill with chuchi and reapers that all flew and leapt around, and he had to take in a big breath.

Ryuuji ran straight for him, and didn’t stop a few feet away even though Rin’s flames were still big. He didn’t stop until he was right next to Rin, and then he only stopped when he had his arms around Rin’s middle, hugging him close and spinning him around in a little circle with a delighted laugh.

Ryuuji was close. His brown eyes were all speckled with the soft blue light from Rin’s flames, and it made the lighter browns look almost golden. Rin could see that Ryuuji’s eye lashes were brown too, and he had the strange urge to touch them. They looked all soft.

But more than that, Ryuuji’s nearness meant they were sharing breath, and he could feel the heat of Ryuuji’s body, and his scent was wonderfully thick around them. (Because Ryuuji was all sweaty from the work out and Rin kind of wanted to lick his neck, tasting his scent and skin but he didn’t want to scare his boyfriend away.)

All of Rin’s instincts told him to go stiff, to get back and away because Ryuuji was entirely under his guard and would be able to do whatever he wanted, and the hand on his arm could easily move to his throat or tail and hurt, but…

“You did it!”

Ryuuji was proud and Rin’s tail was going off in a wild wag that was flinging flames everywhere, and he didn’t care because Ryuuji was trying to squish him in the best kind of hug and Rin didn’t think he had ever felt so happy and he didn’t even know why Ryuuji was proud.

“Yeah!” Rin garbled, and hated his too-big mouth a little. The human never struggled with talking.

Ryuuji kissed his cheek and Rin’s heart seemed to skitter to a shocked stop before thumping hard enough to ring in his ears and go off in a race.

“You didn’t get hit once and you stopped him before he could fully evolve! I knew you could do it!”

Rin’s tail flared brighter. “Yes!”

He had made Ryuuji—

Ryuuji’s arms dropped from around him and before Rin could snarl at that loss, Ryuuji’s hands were cupping his cheeks and he was being pulled forward, and suddenly there was something soft and warm against his lips.

Rin's heart thumped and raced and his stomach filled with the wildest of things. His knees seemed to quit and his hands had to shoot out to grab Ryuuji’s arms (not too tight!) to stay upright. Ryuuji’s pretty eyes had closed, but Rin couldn’t close his own eyes. He could only inhale sharply, try not to explode with giddy fire, not squeeze too tight, and feel Ryuuji’s breath against his own cheek.

Ryuuji’s lips moved against his, pressing and holding and making Rin’s world spin a bit before his boyfriend was pulling away with a breathlessly happy noise and squeezing him back in a tight hug.

“I knew you could do it,” Ryuuji said again, so happy Rin wanted to shout and run and roar and burn and just do something to express the bigness of his own feelings.

“Come on,” Ryuuji said after too few seconds of the wonderful holding. “I’m gonna get you a victory cone. Whatever flavor you want, Fireball.” Ryuuji took his hand and pulled him towards the door, and Rin followed after, wondering why it felt so nice to have Ryuuji’s hand around his, preening at the praise Ryuuji gave him. Ryuuji who had taken out his own demons without ever moving, shooting them down while keeping eyes on Rin and noticing how well he did, and --

Ryuuji squeezed his hand tight, and Rin was in love.

[friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn]

okay this is your fault lmao, pick and choose one because I couldn't!

“how did you even get sick? you look ugly. come here.”

and

“you are a menace and you almost died back there if it wasn’t for me.”

I do believe it's pretty clear who's saying this to whom

And you expect me to be able to pick one 😂 no, no, I’ve got this… on one condition. You write the other one :)

Fair warning that this takes place at the beginning of Muriel’s reversed ending, so. Spoilers and all that. Also! Mentions of pretty bad injuries. Everyone is fine and alive, but yeah. That.

The ghostly soldiers were all over the city, their presence making Asra’s magic prickle beneath his skin. He drew comfort from Julian’s warm presence beside him. It had been a long time since they’d last been so close, but the familiarity of it was an anchor in this weird, warped world.

“They’re so creepy,” Julian whispered, peering around a corner, and Asra felt him shudder.

He lightly touched his wrist. “We’re almost back at the shop. The others are probably there already.”

Julian nodded and then beckoned for him to follow. The street they were on was empty for now, but Asra felt the familiar sting at the back of his neck that came from being watched.

He started to turn when Julian suddenly shouted and grabbed his arm, roughly pulling him aside and shielding him with his own body. Asra’s magic lashed out of its own volition.

“Julian, what the fu-“

Only then did Asra realise Julian had gone very still. Something warm and sticky was dripping into his hair. Slowly, afraid of what he might find, he looked up at Julian.

Blood was pouring from underneath Julian’s eyepatch. The fabric was shredded to pieces as if something had clawed him, and Asra’s stomach turned.

“Shit. Ilya? Shit.”

“I- I’m okay,” Julian stuttered. “I’m okay. What-“

Asra stared at him. “You are so far from okay right now. You’re bleeding. And you’re probably in shock.”

Julian raised a trembling hand to his face and stared at the blood on his glove. “Oh.”

Asra resisted the urge to roll his eyes and grabbed his hand. “Yes, oh. Now let’s get the hell out of here before those things return.”

“That’s the best idea you’ve ever had.”

They made it to the shop without encountering more of the ghastly soldiers, much to Asra’s relief. He wasn’t sure if he could keep Julian upright and fend them off at the same time.

Much like he’d expected, Nadia, Muriel, and everyone else was already there. Nadia winced when she caught sight of their blood-covered clothes, but she recovered quickly and took Julian’s wait from him so Asra could let them all in.

While the others discussed the events of the day —including the parley with Lucio— Asra guided Julian over to a chair in the corner and sat him down.

“Don’t move,” he warned. “I’ll be right back to take care of that eye.”

“I don’t think I’d be able to move if I wanted to,” Julian muttered, slumping in his seat.

When he returned, Julian was prying away the tattered eyepatch from his ruined eye. Asra’s stomach threatened to expel its contents for a moment before he was able to swallow it back down. He pressed a piece of cloth in Julian’s hand. “Hold this against your eye to stop the bleeding.”

With his good eye, Julian stared at him. “You do know I’m a doctor right.”

“You’re a menace, is what your are,” Asra snapped, taking a wet cloth to start cleaning the blood from his face.

Julian let out a high-pitched, harsh laugh. “Oh, I’m a menace? You almost die back there, As! You would have died if it weren’t for me!”

He would’ve. Asra knew that. He would never have seen that soldier coming, so focused on that feeling of being watched that he forgot to take note of his surroundings. And Julian had sacrificed himself. He’d gotten lucky —if you could call losing an eye that— but it could’ve easily been so much worse. Julian could’ve died.

He could’ve lost Julian.

“Hey,” Julian began, his voice softer if a little alarmed. “Asra, why are you crying? What’s wrong?”

Asra raised a trembling hand to his cheek. When he pulled back, it came away damp. Then he looked up and met Julian’s eye.

“You’re an idiot,” he said decidedly, and then cupped Julian’s face and leaned in to kiss him.

It was awkward, what with Julian still clamping a cloth to his destroyed eye, and messy with all the blood and tears, but above all, it felt right.

Julian’s fingers curled into his hair as he kissed back.

It didn’t last long because somewhere behind them, someone cleared their throat. As he pulled away, Asra noticed how Julian’s cheeks flushed. The entire room was staring at them. For once in his life, Asra didn’t have a witty comeback.

Thankfully, his former apprentice took pity on him. “Alright, that happened. About damn time, too, because I was two seconds away from locking the two of you in a closet together. Anyway, what do we do about Lucio?”

That diverted everyone’s attention and Asra slowly turned back to Julian, who was staring at his hands.

“Do you understand now?” he asked softly, and Julian nodded.

“We almost lost each other back there,” he replied.

Asra nodded and rested his forehead against Julian’s shoulder. “No matter what happens tomorrow, promise me we’ll still have each other. Promise me I’ll still have you.”

“Of course you’ll have me,” Julian replied, reaching up to drag a gloved hand through Asra’s hair. “It takes more than getting my eye taken out to get rid of me.”

Asra swatted his chest but didn’t protest. No matter what, they could still have this.

[steves-on-a-plane]

No Place Like Home (Part 44)

The previous 43 Chapters of this story can be found here!

Words: 1474 Pairing: Ted Lasso x Reader                           Summary: After some light convincing from Reader, Beard agrees to go along with following Ted and Rebecca to The Crown and Anchor. 

“Have I mentioned what a colossally bad idea I think this is?”  Beard asked quietly. The two of you slipped into a small two top table tucked away to the left side of the bar at the Crown and Anchor.

“It may have come up once or twice during the walk over. I know you think Ted would have asked us to come along if he thought something was up but he doesn’t know what we know about you-know-who.” You reminded him.

“Can we just start calling her Voldemort?” Beard wondered.

“Fine. We’re here to make sure Voldemort doesn’t do anything to make Ted look bad or further hurt the club.” Mae came by to take your orders. As she made her way back to the bar some familiar faces entered the pub. “Shit is that Rupert and the girl who bid  on Jamie…Bex? What do you think they’re doing here?”

“Don’t know.” Beard straightened in his chair.

You and Beard would get your answers soon enough as Rebecca and Ted arrived. It was clear from her body language that Rebecca was not expecting Rupert to be at the pub. Ted spotted you and Beard in the corner but decided to engage with Rupert first. It seemed the Milk Sisters, the minority owners that Rebecca had arranged to meet with were no longer minority owners in the club at all. Rupert had lent Bex enough money that she was now Richmond’s newest minority owner.

“When we’re married what’s hers will be mine and what’s mine…well, that will still be mine ‘cause I learned from you.” Rupert told Rebecca.

“Damn.” You whispered to Beard. “If it wasn’t going to displace workers and ruin the careers of two dozen men, I’d almost help her tank the franchise myself.”

Rupert then announced to the room that he and Bex were engaged, and drinks were on him. This earned a celebration from the locals all of whom seemed to share a great deal of loyalty more to Rupert than they did Rebecca or Ted. You got up from the table and approached your two bosses pretending to just notice them.

“Rebecca? Ted! What a surprise! Beard and I were just having dinner,” You nodded your head to your table in the corner. “Ted, you mentioned having a meeting with Rebecca, I didn’t realize it was here. What a small world!” The expression on Ted’s face made it clear that your ruse wasn’t fooling him. He’d told you exactly where his meeting would be. You’d come up with a good explanation for him later.

“Ah, what a surprise.” Rebecca greeted you and Beard who had followed you over to the bar.

“You know now that we’re all here, why don’t we go grab a bite to eat together. Roy took me to this great place down the street.” You tried to give Rebecca and excuse to leave the pub without giving Rupert the satisfaction of being the reason for her departure.

“That sounds great [Y/N] but ah, before we do that, I’d like to challenge our friend Rupert here to a game of darts.” Ted drew the attention of the former Richmond owner.

“Do you like darts, Ted?” Rupert asked him.

“They’re okay.” Ted shrugged. He loosed a dart casually at the closest dart board. You didn’t know much about the game but based on the reactions of the patrols around you Ted had made an unimpressive hit on the board. “I’m more of a cornhole fella myself.”

“How about a wager?” Rupert offered. “Say, ten thousand pounds?” This certainly got the attention of the entire room.

“Well, that’s a little rich for my blood.” Ted informed him regrettably. “How about this, if you win, I’ll let you pick the starting lineup of the last two games of the season? But if I win, you can’t go anywhere near the owner’s box, at least not while Rebecca’s still in charge. What do you think?”

“You’re on.” Rupert agreed. “Double in, double out.”

“Okay.” Ted nodded. “Whatever you say Rupe-a-dupes. Just let me know if I’m winning or losing.”

“Oh, I forgot I had these on me.” Rupert produced an expensive looking case from his pocket. He opened the case to reveal a set of professional grade darts.

“That’s okay.” Ted smiled. “I forgot, I’m left-handed.” He tossed another dart and it landed in the dead center of the board.

“Shouldn’t we stop him?” Rebecca looked to you and Beard, realizing neither one of you appeared all that worried.

“He knows what he’s doing.” Beard told her confidently. It was the confidence of a man who’d accompanied his friend on many drunken nights out. Someone who’d seen this hustle firsthand and watched it pay off almost every time. You’d seen Ted hustle someone at darts only once before, it was at a late-night budget meeting with the Dean. He’d managed to secure a ten percent budget increase for the athletics and art departments rather than the fifty percent cut to both that had been proposed.

“Shall I be giving you the lineup card now, Ted?” Rupert asked when the game came down to Ted’s final turn.

It has been a nail biter of a game with most of the room hoping for a Rupert Manion designated roster. What had started off as a nearly tit-for-tat game had soon turned to Rupert’s favor.  You’d managed to work out that darts scoring was similar to golf. The player with the least points at the end was the winner. Rupert and Ted had started the game with five hundred and one points each and while the former had managed to end his final turn with just ten points, the later was still holding one hundred and seventy points.

“I shall be putting Obisanya back on defense where he belongs.” Rupert continued to taunt Ted.

“That’s exactly what I said!” One of the patrons agreed.

“Now! It’s not all Ted’s fault.” Rupert told the crowd. “My ex-wife’s the one who brought the hillbilly to our shores. I know she’s always been a bit randy, but I never thought she would fuck over an entire team.”

“Hey!” Ted said loudly, calling the attention back to himself.  “Better manners when I’m holding a dart.” He ordered. “You know Rupert guys have underestimated me my entire life. And for years I never really understood why. It used to really bother me. But then one day, I was driving my little boy to school, and I saw this quote by Walt Whitman and it was painted on the wall there. It said ‘Be curious, not judgmental.’ I liked that.” Ted fired a dart and it landed in a skinny red strip on the dart board. Those amongst the crowd in support of Ted cheered.

“So I get back in my car,” Ted continued his story paying everyone else no mind. “and I’m driving to work and all of a sudden it hits me. All them fellas that used to belittle me, not a single one of them were curious. They thought they had everything all figured out. So they judged everything and they judged everyone. And I realized that their underestimating me? Who I was had nothing to do with it. ‘Cause if they were curious, they would’ve asked questions. You know? Questions like ‘Have you played a lot of darts, Ted’?”

Ted loosed the second dart of his turn. It landed in the exact same red square as his previous shot.  This stirred loud “ooooohs” from even his non-supporters in the pub.

“To which,” Ted said as he plucked up his final dart. “I would’ve answered, ‘Yes, sir. Every Sunday afternoon at a sports bar with my father, from age ten till I was sixteen when he passed away’.”

Ted’s final dart landed in the dead center of the board. A shot even you knew was a bullseye. The room was loud and rowdy as if Richmond had won a championship game. Even Rebecca was cheering. Bex whispered something to Rupert and the two made a quiet exit.

“Holy shit that felt good!” Rebecca shouted.

“That was fun.” Ted agreed. “Only one thing left to do now.” He leaned over and whispered something to Rebecca.

“Do I have to?” She sighed before rolling her eyes. “All right then. DRINKS ARE ON ME!”

The cheers and chanting continued as Mae and her staff kept the beers and drinks flowing. You and Beard approached Ted who was collecting the darts and wiping away the chalk scoreboard.

“You two were checking up on me, weren’t you?” He asked you. “You don’t have to worry about me having a mental breakdown at the pub. Mostly ‘cause I don’t think Mae would allow it.” He joked. “I’m glad you’re here though. Saves me the trouble of having to tell the story later.”

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[enchantedtalisman]

Oh shit guys! I forgot to mention I got four good draws for my lab! Drew all tubes successfully!!

Sadly I got four missed veins too. Which sucks but I have to remind myself I'm just learning how to draw blood and honestly four out eight isn't bad that's a 50% rating when I barely started two weeks ago and missed a week due to depression.

Pray send good vibes that I get better. I'm determined to be the best medical professional I can be.

[f4y3w00d5]

Super detailed character profile chart

Character Name:

First Name: Faye

Last Name: N/A

Nickname (if any): N/A

Basic Information:

Age: Appears as 19.

Gender: Shapeshifter. Not Applicable. Generally she/they

Date of Birth: 13th October

Place of Birth: Australia.

Nationality: Australian

Physical Appearance:

Height: 5'4

Weight: not sure, but shes pretty skinny (doesnt eat)

Build: Very thin. shortish. slim.

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Purple

Scars or distinguishing marks: she has a few scars over her body (loads, actually. all over her.)

Personality Traits:

Positive Traits: Flirty, somehow charming, honest

Negative Traits: Can be possessive, obsessive, manipulative, sadistic, masochistic, blunt

Background and History:

Family Background: ...oh gods i wrote a short story about this.

Parents: 2 unknown cult leaders.

Siblings (if any): N/A

Childhood: Horrible. Cult. Sold. Orphanage. Murdered.

Education: Not really tbh... she was 'homeschooled' (taught to do stereotypically 'feminine' things like drawing cooking and cleaning)

School/College/University: N/A

Major/Area of Study: N/A

Favorite Subjects: She likes drawing and writing

Least Favorite Subjects: Maths

Career/Profession: Contract killer

Current Occupation: Contract killer

Previous Jobs (if any): Slave

Career Goals: Nope

Hobbies and Interests:

Hobbies: Drawing, gardening

Interests: ...her partners. Sex. Murder. Torture. Flowers.

Relationships:

Marital Status: Married multiple times!!

Romantic Relationships (if any): Mon, Vivi, Hypar, guy-i-forgot-the-name-of-who-bought-her, chronos, drewp, thermia, gobbo, selma, ash, good wizard, moss, slyme, tomas, cal, eris, cy

Friendships: Drew, Robin, Crow, Lichen and Neo (they fucked? More friends with Benefits)

Closest Friends: Robin and Drew probably

Relationship dynamics: ....oh gods i dont even know. she flirts with most of them? switches around

Strengths and Weaknesses:

Strengths: Well magic, poisons... quite a bit

Weaknesses: her partners. claiming her partners dont love her. water

Goals and Ambitions:

Short-term Goals: making aileax love her. getting pets

Long-term Goals: having fun ig

Fears and Insecurities:

Common Fears: water. losing her partners

Insecurities: that people dont like her

Quirks and Habits:

Quirks: purple eyes ig

Habits: flirting loads, giggling

Beliefs and Values:

Religious or Spiritual Beliefs: She doesnt

Moral Code: no rape, no child abuse, dont kill anyone not in double digits or more

Political Views: ANARCHYYY

Favorites:

Favorite Foods: blood, souls, pancakes, bananas

Favorite Books: Unknown books from hundreds of years back

Favorite Movies/TV Shows: The Outsiders, Nimona

Favorite Music: Punk rock/rock/alternative/fast paced sex shit

Favorite Color: purple/black

Dislikes:

Disliked Foods: watermelon

Disliked Activities: diplomacy shit

Pet Peeves: those annoying random sounds... flashing lights

Miscellaneous:

Talents or Skills: Murder? Making poisons

Secrets (if any): dunno...

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Frayed Ties - Chapter 20 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

"I don't feel anything," Danya assured them as they drew closer to the doorway.

The others had been approaching with such caution that it looked as though they expected an immediate attack.

Hamish shot him a smile.

"Thanks. I forgot we had an early warning system."

The doorway looked like it had once held a door but now it was just an open maw leading into the more cavernous tunnel beyond.

The fae stood waiting for them just to the side of where they came through, closer than it had ever allowed them to get before.

This close it's limbs looked strange and it took Danya a moment to realise it was because they had no real shape to them.

Not only were its calves and thighs the same thickness but so to were it's wrists and biceps.

"Hey, buddy," Hamish said, eyeing it with cautious fascination. "You're not leading us to our deaths, are you? Because it would be really nice if you didn't."

The fae's face had no features but somehow it still gave the impression of staring.

Simon shot Hamish a look from where he'd crouched to examine the train tracks.

"I don't think it understands you."

"It doesn't have to know what I'm saying. I think we have an understanding about me not wanting to die."

The fae started moving again.

Simon sighed.

"Well, let's hope so."

They followed.

"So," Lucas said after about ten minutes of walking. "I was expecting us to have been attacked by now. Like, quite a bit."

"Hmm," Simon agreed. "Either some of the others have made themselves a more urgent target or the vampires are planning something.""

Well, great. Both of those possibilities suck."

Danya pushed his mage-light further forward and squinted up ahead.

There was something hanging in the middle of the tunnel.

"What's that?"

"Oh, shit," Hamish said. "People."

Danya could see it now.

Two human figures, a man and a woman, suspended upside down.

Simon swore and took off running towards them.

The rest of them had barely even begun to speed up to follow him when Simon slowed down again and announced what Danya already knew.

"They're dead."

"Last night's dinner," Hamish said.

Now that they were closer Danya could see the cuts across their throats.

They'd been strung up and had their throats slit to drain them of their blood.

Had they been alive when it had happened?

Danya caught a glimpse of one of their faces, open mouthed in a frozen scream of horror.

He looked away but the image had already burned into his mind.

Lucas walked a slow circle around the hanging bodies.

"They were bandits."

"How do you figure that?" Hamish asked.

Lucas tugged free a square of fabric that had been hanging out of the woman's pocket and held it up.

It was a bright purple with an X bleached across the middle.

"They use these to cover their faces. I recognise the colours."

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry. Did you know them?"

"Nah and I wouldn't have liked to. Their group isn't the nicest bunch. Still, I'll make sure to get a message to them to let them know what happened. They deserve that much."

"Good," Simon said. "Let's keep going."

After about twenty more minutes of eerily quiet walking, the edge of their mage-light caught on a change in scenery up ahead.

The area widened up to provide space for raised platforms on either side of the tracks.

"Well, this was where we were supposed to meet the others in around..." Simon glanced at his wristwatch. "An hour and a half from now."

Lucas pulled himself up onto the side of the platform and brightened his mage-light as he tossed it up high, better illuminating the space.

"A train," Hamish announced with childlike joy.

It was sitting on the tracks alongside the opposite platform.

"Huh, it must have been left here during the war," Simon said as he slowly followed Hamish over to the front of the train.

Lucas sat down on the edge of the platform.

"Does anyone else smell rotting meat?"

"Yeah, it's coming from under here," Simon indicated a pile of something covered with a dirty white blanket near the front of the train.

Danya pulled himself up onto the platform next to Lucas as Simon knelt to look under the blanket.

Danya sent his mage-light over to give Simon a better view but he had no desire to see for himself.

"Corpses, unsurprisingly," Simon said.

"Lynna?" Lucas asked.

Simon shook his head.

"All humans."

"Well it would have been nice if they'd cleaned things up before they started rotting," Hamish commented.

He was trying to find a way to climb onto the roof of the train.

"They're still fresh, actually. The smell's coming from this," Simon held up something long and thin, pinched between his thumb and forefinger. "Deer leg."

Hamish's forehead scrunched together in confusion.

"A deer? Why are they fucking around with dismembering deer?"

Simon pulled his arm back and threw the deer leg down the subway tunnel, back the way they'd come.

"Feeding captives, I'd guess."

"Seems like a lot of trouble to slaughter and cook a deer."

"If they're holding mages, they wouldn't get sick from raw meat."

Lucas made a face.

"Gross."

Danya leant back so that he could see past Lucas to make sure the fae wasn't getting impatient with their dawdling but it wasn't where he'd thought it was.

It wasn't in the other direction, either or anywhere he could see from where he was sitting.

"Where's the fae?"

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked around but it wasn't anywhere in sight.

"Did it go on without us?" Lucas asked.

"No," Simon said. "I think this was just where it was taking us."

"Why?" Hamish asked.

"I think we're about to find out," Danya said as that now familiar screaming energy stirred in his mind. "Vampires."

The first vampire launched itself over the top of the train and slammed down onto the platform in front of them.

Before it could properly regain its balance, Hamish was already slashing his sword down its belly.

A rope of intestines spilled out but the vampire didn't even seem to notice as it struck back at him.

Hamish let it get close, grabbed a fistful of slippery intestine and then kicked it off the edge of the platform.

Several more organs were dragged out of the vampire's abdomen with a horrifying slorp sound.

Hamish wiped his hand on his pants and went to help Simon with the next two vampires.

It wasn't just two or three vampires this time.

It seemed like as soon as they dropped one, two more would take it's place.

Danya used fire to weaken them whenever he found the opportunity, Hamish and Simon sliced them down and Lucas finished off any that weren't quite dead after the rest of them were done with them.

But they were all getting tireder and slower and then one of the vampires dodged under Simon's defences and slammed a hand into his chest, sending him flying off the edge of the platform.

Hamish swore and tried to follow but the same vampire had redirected its attention to him.

Danya went after Simon instead.

Danya half expected to see Simon's head cracked open on the tracks but his fall had been cushioned by the pile of bodies stacked in front of the train.

He was grappling with the disemboweled vampire which had left a gruesome trail of its innards across the tracks to reach him.

Danya grabbed hold of a fistful of it's hair, wrenched it's head back and finally put an end to it as he drove his knife through its eye.

He rolled the body off of Simon.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Simon weazed, and then coughed and winced. "Maybe cracked a rib or two. It's fine."

That didn't sound fine but Simon was already hauling himself to his feet with a hand on Danya's shoulder.

Danya started to follow as Simon headed back towards the fight but the glint of something on the tracks next to the train caught his eye.

Simon's knife.

It must have fallen free when Simon had hit the ground.

Simon already had his sword back in hand but he might have need of the smaller blade too.

"I'll be there in a second," Danya said as he went to fetch it.

That was when he felt the brush of something different against his mind.

Not human, not vampire.

Not the fae again.

It was something wholly different, yet familiar somehow...

Slone?

For a moment Danya thought the others were here but he could only feel that single presence and it wasn't moving.

He pursued it down the side of the train but as he got closer he realised it wasn't Slone.

It was similar enough that he was sure the being it came from was of the same kind as Slone but it possessed it's own unique rhythm.

He glanced back at the others but they were still holding things down.

They could spare him for a minute.

The next train door ahead of him was open and that was where the energy was emanating from.

"Hello?" Danya called out as he slowly moved towards it, expecting to find a person inside.

Amber eyes locked with his and Danya nearly tripped over his feet as the huge, black wolf before him lifted its head, the chains that bound it clinking.

But... it felt like Slone.

Danya let a slow breath out.

Slone was a fucking werewolf, wasn't he?

[bellivel]

It was always you

summary: tension builds and secrets are revealed as Steve Harrington’s old childhood friend, y/n, bandages his injuries while stuck in the Upside Down.

warnings: swearing, making out, mentions of bullying/neglect.

a/n: STRANGER THINGS 4 SPOILERS! Reader is also afab.

“Fuck!” Steve yelped, his torso jolted forward, knocking the bandages out of y/n’s hand.

Y/n let out a quiet gasp as she scrambled to get the bandages back. Her arms reached around the snaking vines of the Upside Down, slightly trembling in fear of alerting Vecna and whatever other creature roamed the dimension.

Writhing in pain, Steve clutched his side with both of his hands. Y/n crawled back to him and sat on her knees,

“Look yo-you’re-“ she gaped at the swollen, bleeding gash while Steve drew his hands back and held onto the rocks behind him,

“You’re gonna have to be still if you want me to patch up this thing..”

“Yeah, yeah, got it.” Steve began to calm himself.

The Upside Down almost seemed to be getting darker and darker, with only flashes of red lightning illuminating Steve and y/n underneath the rock. It had been a long time since the two had really interacted, them only really seeing each other when Robin was around. Robin, after spending the majority of high school with y/n, sensed trouble between them and attempted to hook the old friends up. Little did Robin know, y/n didn’t tell her the complete history of her and Steve. Now, y/n was fighting bloodthirsty monsters alongside her best friend and her well…..old forbidden-crush.

Even with the roaring thunder, the silence grew uncomfortably loud. Y/n’s body grazed Steve’s legs, causing her steady breathing to hitch. She focused on wrapping his wound up, and that only.

“Didn’t think that we’d both be here together” Steve spoke, wiping some blood that dribbled down his lip with the back of his hand.

Steve always has something to say. Even at a stressful time like this.

“Well, I was technically your guys’s ride to lovers lake, and I’m not leaving Robin alone in a situation like this.”

A short, amused exhale left Steve’s nose,

“Oh yeah, I forgot you’re also Robin’s friend.” He spoke, watching y/n tighten the bandages around his waist.

Y/n quickly looked up at Steve, offended by the passive aggressive comment.

“Does that bother you?”

“What?”

“The fact that we’re sharing a friend.”

Y/n rolled her eyes,

“Stop acting like we’re in 5th grade, Steve.”

Steve closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead,

“No..that’s not bothering me.”

“Then what is, huh? This isn’t exactly the time for saying snide shit like that!” Y/n whisper yelled.

Steve clenched his jaw and diverted his gaze as y/n came to realization. After all this time, all the change, all the new friends, he still longed for y/n. It was almost unfathomable, how he actually felt guilty about their past.

“You’re jealous.” Y/n stood tall, “You can’t handle that I actually have friends other than you.” She chuckled.

“I know you think I’m your loser friend from elementary school, and that ever since you dropped me back in Freshman year I’ve been some lonely outcast eating lunch in the bathroom stalls,”

Y/n stepped closer to the point where she could feel his breath on her face,

“But I’m not. Even after all the shit you and your lousy group put me through. I changed. I grew up.”

The two stared deeply into each other’s eyes, sharing an oddly intimate moment. Steve’s heart began to pound through his chest; Every limb on his body was pulsing.

“Obviously you don’t want me to be any better than what you imagined me as. You want me to be alone, friendless. You must not care about me anymore.”

Steve shook his head and grabbed y/n’s shoulders gingerly, trying to not rip the bandages.

“Y/n…I care about you so much.” Steve denied with certainty.

He softly squeezed her shoulders, now a bit frustrated, “I care about you so fucking much.” Steve seethed.

“Hey! Hey! Let’s move faster!” Eddie yelled from the outside.

“I’ve always cared about you, y/n. I’ve always liked you.” Steve leaned forward, “I’d do anything for you.”

“Is that what you tell all the other girls?” Y/n huffed, raising an eyebrow.

“I’ve dated multiple, well, many girls, and I’ve always liked them.. but every time I thought of the girl who I could always trust to be there for me, the girl who was incredible in so many ways, the girl I truly loved….it was you.”

Y/n was not looking at Steve, but he had attached his affectionate gaze to her.

“It was always you.”

Just as y/n looked up, Steve dove in and pressed his lips against hers.

Y/n parted her lips and passionately kissed back. Their bodies, pressed tightly against eachother, heaving with heavy breaths. Steve faintly moaned as y/n’s hips put pressure on his new wound. They had yearned each other for what seemed like ages, every kiss releasing the ache of their lost relationship, and every touch reconnecting what was once left behind. Y/n’s hands ran through Steve’s silken hair, twisting and grabbing locks of hair as the kisses became deeper. Steve caressed the curves of y/n’s body, from her upper back to waist to hips, he touched and felt lovingly. They pushed against each other heatedly, feeling the rapid thud of their hearts. Suddenly, Steve spun y/n around so that she was backed up against the rock.

Steve pulled away and smirked as y/n was slightly disoriented. Once again, she recognized what was going on.

“Let’s just be quick about it?” Y/n panted, laughing softly.

Steve nodded before ducking his head, and placing his warm, wet lips on the side of her neck. Sucking and biting at her smooth skin, relishing her.

A distant call then startled the two,

“Guys!”

Steve drew away, locking eyes with y/n.

“Guys!”

Y/n’s breathed shakily, and felt her stomach flutter.

“Guys!” It was Robin who had been crying out. Eddie followed behind, stopping shortly behind her and putting his hands on his knees.

Steve and y/n faced away from each other and towards Robin.

Robin was ecstatic, dying to tell the two something.

“What is it?” Y/n asked.

Robin’s eyes danced from Steve to y/n, knowing something just happened.

“Well, love birds, I think I just found out how to get back home.” Robin said smugly.

[sakinotfound]

Can I request an naruto x reader, where the reader didn't returned from a dangerous mission that he didn't know nothing about. So Naruto being naruto went to find them but at the end they were only badly injured

not so easy to kill

pairing: naruto uzumaki x reader

genre: angst, fluff

synopsis: in the request

warnings: mentions of blood, blood loss, injuries, death, cuss words

a/n 1: hello~ of course you can request! thank you and i hope you like this :)

"Kakashi-sensei?" Naruto spoke as he drew shapes in the grass between his out spread legs, head hanging down.

"Hmm?" The copy nin asked, eyes wandering over the pages of his favourite book.

"Do you ever feel like a very strong feeling that something is about to go wrong?" He asked and quickly began adding and explaining. "Like when you just don't feel good at all but everything is just fine. But still something annoying keeps poking your brain with all these thoughts and also how it feels weird in the stomach."

"Gut instinct Naruto, it's called gut instinct." The silver haired jonin replied. "And-"

"Yeah yeah! That!" He pointed at him, nodding his head vigorously.

"Hmm and yes I have had it multiple times."

"Were they always right?"

"Almost all the time." He replied.

"Almost. Hmm." He squinted his eyes and thought for a minute before groaning loudly and getting up. "Ahh I am just hungry. I am gonna go to Ichiraku's. See ya later sensei!"

And without waiting for a reply he fled off. Kakashi let out a sigh.

---

Laying down on the bed Naruto tried to remember what all he did today.

He woke up, brushed his teeth, had to convince himself to take a bath, begrudgingly ate the vegetables Kakashi-sensei left because he took away all his emergency ramen stack and then went to the training ground. Kakashi was late as always, Yamato was teaching something to Sakura and then his day went on. Everything was normal. His ramen at Ichiraku's was also amazing.

Then why, why does he feel like something is swimming around weirdly in his stomach? And why does he feel so restless? He worked so hard today at the training ground but yet, sleep hasn't enveloped him in her arms.

What is going on? Is he sick? Did he eat something bad? Or maybe he is missing something? Oh shit is it Sakura-chan's birthday? Nah that's on March 28th, he remembers because she gave him a particularly hard punch since he had forgotten it that one time. Then why?

Wait, he didn't see you the entire day! And even yesterday and even the day before yesterday!

Yes that's what's wrong! He misses you! Of course! It's been so long, he must be getting all fidgety to finally see you.

He slept a peaceful slumber. Unbeknownst to him, far away from the safe borders of Konoha you fought for your life along with your comrades.

---

The next morning the blond woke up with a bigger smile than his usual one. Styling his hair a little more fluffy, he went down to your apartment.

He had a skip to his steps, he really wanted to see you and was happy that you both would finally get sometime to spend, considering you haven't seen each other in days!

At that thought he forgot walking and practically ran all the way to your apartment. He excitedly ran up the stairs, and sent a series of hurried knocks.

No response.

He knocked again.

Again no response.

He figured you must be in the washroom or something.

"Y/n!!!! It's me! Open the door please!"

Again no response from the either side.

"Y/n?" He asked, this time a little on the edge. "Y/n are you home?"

Strange, they are usually at home this time around. So why aren't the opening the door?

The strange feeling hadn't quelled since yesterday though and with each passing second it seemed to grow stronger and stronger.

"Eh I am overthinking! What if they are somewhere else right now? Or maybe they had gone to see granny Tsunade. Yeah I am just gonna go check the Hokage tower."

Leaping through the roofs, high up in the air he made a beeline towards Tsunade Senju.

"Granny!" He yelled as he slammed the door open, Shizune shaking her head and walking out with Tonton in her arms.

"What is it Naruto?" The blonde replied in a monotonous voice, not picking her gaze up from the stack of papers demanding her time and attention.

"Have you seen Y/n? Or maybe you called them in for some work? I haven't seen them in days! And they aren't at their home too."

Tsunade stiffened. This was a mission she specifically sent you and a few others for, keeping in mind your specialities which would be beneficial for the mission. But that also meant, it was a high rank, life-threatening mission.

You always informed Naruto before going on a mission but the Hokage had ordered you not to disclose it to anyone, especially him. She knew he would create a ruckus and try his best not to let you go but what was needed by the village had to be done. She couldn't take decisions based on personal feelings and relations.

"They are gone on a mission, Naruto."

"Eh? What? But they didn't tell me anything!" Naruto exclaimed.

"Yeah it was a quick mission, I just sent them in an instant." She lied. "Okay now shoo away kid, I have got work to do."

---

You had been fighting continuously for 2 days now. As soon as you left Konoha and reached the area from where the mission had to began, your team didn't get a single moment of rest.

Problems arose every step of the mission. They were good. They had planned everything in advance. And fuck, they were rogue-nin too.

You could make a rough guess it was around midnight right now. You four had gone a little ahead than the rogue-nin and successfully planted some traps.

You all needed immediate medical help and lots of rest but you couldn't afford to get caught by the rogues again. It was a waste of time and energy. You still had a fight to win once you finally reached the place you were sent on a mission for.

So trying your best to ignore your muscles, bones and joints, screaming and begging you to give them some rest and help, your team went on. Make shift bandages and sloppy first aid keeping you from getting infections and septics.

You four stank. Sweat and dried blood creating a nauseatic smell but it kind of dulled in the open forest.

Keeping low, you made your way under the canopy of trees, trying to hide in the dark with no moonlight hitting the ground from the blanket of green up above.

"Aaah-" A blood-curdling scream was what you heard last before blackness surrounded you.

---

"Naruto will you stop pacing around!" Sakura snapped.

"Why is Naruto behaving different than his usual self?" Sai questioned Sakura. Yamato sighed.

"That's enough. It's been nine days since Y/n left for the mission. The mission was estimated to finish in five days. But their team is four days late. And I am saying four as if they would be returning today. We haven't got any intel about them since. I doubt they would be coming in today. The ninjas stationed at the borders would have sent a message at least. But they haven't. So they are going to be even more late. This is not common. Y/n is an exceptional ninja. They are always punctual. Moreover they aren't alone! They are with other high rank ninjas as well. Ninjas are given a day or two max for some side problems or issues but it's been four days. Something is seriously wrong. I have been getting a bad feeling for the past week but I ignored it. Not anymore. I know that this is a gut instinct."

"Wow you know how to speak that much?" Sai spoke.

"Who taught you that word?" Yamato questioned.

"I didn't know you were capable of thinking that far. If only you applied that much brain power in studies and anything else which isn't Y/n." Sakura said, shocked.

Naruto gave them a deadpanned look.

"What do you want to do then, Naruto?" Kakashi asked from the branch he was laying on a minute ago but now standing on.

"Kakashi-sensei, I don't feel so good." He looked up. "I am gonna go find Y/n. And I am gonna bring them and their teammates back."

"Ehh??? Sakura stood up. "That is against the rules. Tsuande-sama clearly sent them alone and not you, so you aren't allowed to go."

"I don't care what granny said. Y/n definitely needs help. What if something happened to them? What if they were waiting for me and I wasn't there for them? Wasn't there to help them? What if they di-" He couldn't finish and he didn't need to.

"In the world those who break the rules are scum but those who abandon their friends are worse than scum." Naruto spoke and looked at Kakashi. Kakashi sent him a smile and hopped of the branch.

"Let's go then."

Cutting through the wind, faster than a cheetah, almost flying since his feet barely touched the ground, he leapt through the big Hashirama trees with only one person in mind ― you.

---

Your head spun because of the headrush when you tried to get up. "Ugh, fuck-"

You had fainted. Yeah after that scream, you felt lightheaded and you fainted.

Looking around, you found you were alone. It was early hours of the day, it was still dark outside though.

You mustered up enough strength to sit up, holding your head because you didn't trust your abilities right now. You had to make sure your teammates were alright.

Fortunately for you, their stuff was right here but...

"Where are they?" You spoke but your voice came way too weak and octaves lower.

"Damn it." They weren't here but you had to go look for them. Generally one person is always near the weakened team member to patrol or take care of them. But considering none of them were present, you were a little worried.

You started formulating a plan. Going over every detail you did know and examining your surroundings.

"Baby steps, Y/n, baby steps."

You crawled towards one of their bags to take out a bottle and some ration bars. But half way through, your body gave up.

"Fuck-" you arms trembled and you almost hit your face on the ground.

Blood loss. A lot of it. And your chakra reserves still hadn't replenished, meaning the injuries would take their sweet time healing.

But you were tired, exhausted, sleepy, weak, every part of your being hurt, small whimpers of pain left your lips from time to time, your body was full of cuts and scratches. Some had started clotting and some were a little too big and had to be tightly wrapped, yet they bled out.

"You can do this Y/n. Just a little more. Food and water would help."

You layed back down, staring up at the sky. You had taken your fill of water and ration bars. The stars sparkled brightly in the sky. This would all have been very beautiful and romantic if you weren't covered in bruises and smelling like shit.

"Damn bro, you didn't even tell Naruto before leaving. You need to dress your wounds properly or you'd fucking die." You said to yourself.

"Naruto would fucking kill me if I died before him. We promised to die together, whenever we do that is." You mumbled. "God, I am so dramatic."

Your laugh filled the atmosphere. Your body shook as you laughed and then started coughing violently. "Fu- *cough* fuck. If mom saw me, she'd definitely call me crazy. Saying how I am going insane. Talking and laughing to myself."

"Y/n!"

"Wow now I even hear Naruto's voice. I am truly going insane."

"Y/n!"

"Sounds so fucking realistic. Damn is this what people hear before dying or something or did I hit my head somewhere?"

"Y/NNNNNN!"

You jumped up. "Na-Na-Naruto???"

"Y/n! Guys there they are!" Naruto pointed at you as he ran upto you.

"Wha-"

"Holy shit you are alive. Holy shit. Holy shi-"

"Language!" Yamato shouted.

"Ack. Sorry sorry." He rubbed the back of his head.

Without wasting a second Naruto pounced on you. "Oof-"

"They are injured you silly! Get off them!" Sakura scolded him, trying to pry him off but he clung on to you like a koala.

"You are safe Y/n. That is good. Naruto was worried sick." Kakashi said.

"Yeah Y/n-chan, I thought you- or something bad-"

"Hey hey I am fine." You waved your hand. "Ow, my wrist. Okay no I am not fine. But dead? Pfft- It's not that easy to kill The Great Y/n, fox boy. Now move, let Ms. Brains treat me properly because I clearly did a shitty job."

And he complied albeit unwillingly, moving aside to let the pinkette get on her work as she kneeled infront of you.

"You stink." Sai spoke out of nowhere.

Everybody went quiet. You blinked up at him.

"You stink really bad." Sai completed. And that's when everybody burst out laughing.

a/n 2: Originally only Naruto was gonna go look for you but then Sakura got worried in case you were actually in a very bad condition and needed help and she wasn't at the right place at the right time so she tagged along, Sai went because he felt like, Kakashi wasn't gonna let Naruto go alone, of course. By now Yamato has gotten attached to all of you and wasn't gonna leave the kids alone at least, also there was always Naruto potentially going in his 9 tails mode. This was what they all said before tagging along but in reality they were all genuinely worried about you and wanted to make sure you were okay as soon as possible.