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starlostjisung · 2 days ago

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PAIRING: bang chan x reader

GENRE: fluff; established relationship

WC: 1.6k

CW: none

SUMMARY: while the world outside is quiet, chan and you take a trip down memory lane while looking at pictures of your memories together

hi!! time again for a new story, and it’s bang chan’s turn now!! i’m slowly getting the hang of this and i’m also happy seeing your reactions so i wanted to take this opportunity to thank you!! hopefully you like this story too <3

“we haven’t used this in a long time, shall we keep it or throw it away?” chan asked you

you turned around to see the object he was talking about

“throw it, i don’t think we’re gonna use it anyway”

“okay” and with that he went to the kitchen to continue cleaning

it was sunday morning and the both of you had the weekend off, which didn’t happen very often to be honest. after enjoying the previous day to yourselves - you had a quiet and lazy morning in bed, went out to eat and watch a movie afterwards and came home to have dinner and make love until the early morning - you decided that today you both were going to clean your house. not the most interesting and fun plan but what could you do.

you had already cleaned most of the rooms and were already with the last two: chan was cleaning the kitchen and you were cleaning the living room. more specifically, the shelf where you had some books and also your photo albums. while taking them to clean the shelf, a photo came out of one of the albums and you bent to pick it up from the floor. when you saw the photo, you couldn’t help the smile that adorned your face at the sight of it.

it was a photo of chan and you in london when you when to see the boys perform in hyde park. it was a surprise for chan, he didn’t know you were going and that’s what the photo showed. the moment when you saw and hugged each other like you would never let go. it was felix who had beautifully captured the moment and sent you the photo afterwards - “i’m happy that you both are this happy, keep this forever” the message read - which you decided to print when you came back home.

“chris, come here look” you wanted him to see the photo as well

“what is it?”

he came out the kitchen and sat on the sofa with you. he saw the photo and had the exact reaction as you.

“this is one of my favourite photos of us, i’m so glad felix took it” he said

“yes, we should make him our official photographer” he laughed at that

“i still can’t believe you were able to pull that off without me knowing anything about it, or even suspecting it. i’m usually good at these things and you suck at keeping secrets babe”

“believe me, i wanted to tell you a thousand times when we called or messaged each other but the cliche of “girlfriend surprises boyfriend on tour” was stronger and did the trick to succeed”

“where did you find this photo?”

“it was inside the album, it slipped out when i took it from the shelf” you motioned the album that you were still holding

“let’s have a rest while we see the photos”

you opened the album and it was like walking into a maze of memories. it was full of your and chan’s memories. you had been together for a long time and this was a testament of that.

there were photos from chan and the boys just before they debuted (you and chan were only friends back then), photos from your graduation, photos with both of your families and friends, and photos from all the memories you had made together.

“look at this! this is from the day we went to the cinema and later had ice cream watching han river” he pointed at one picture

it was one of your favourite photos. it was when you and chan had started dating, so it was early days. you two were walking the line between friends and something more. already aware of the other’s feeling and after talking about wanting to have more than a friendship. still, you both felt like you were walking into something very exciting and magical, getting to know each other again after all these years and also seeing the other person in a different light.

“i remember that you dropped my ice cream on my new dress and apologised like a thousand times” you laughed at the memory

“oi! don’t blame me i was super nervous, it was one of our first dates and i wanted it to be perfect”

“and it was perfect because it was us” you told him honestly

you continued watching the album, seeing more family photos, photos from your different trips - “i remember i had this photo of us in new york as my lock screen for a long time” he said - photos you took of the boys backstage - “i’m glad lee know doesn’t know i have this photo of him with a face full of cake, otherwise he would kill me” you told him while laughing uncontrollably.

it made both your hearts grow bigger, seeing how many memories you had made together and, hopefully, how many more you would make.

“i remember this day. we went to australia last year to the wedding of one of your parent’s friends” you said while looking at a photo that showed you and all of chan’s family altogether in front of the beach.

“we really had a lot of fun that day, didn’t we?” he said while laughing at the memory

“i remember that my feet hurt like hell the next day because i had been wearing heels the entire day and i spent the whole night on the dance floor with you”

“and my dad”

“and your dad”

you burst out laughing. the wedding had been an absolute dream. it was on the beach, for only a small group of people, and afterwards a quiet night dinner in a restaurant that was close to the beach too. after having dinner and hearing - and crying - with the speeches that friends and family gave for the occasion, the party started. you and chan were almost the first ones to the dance floor, because that’s one of the things that make you the happiest in the world. dancing in weddings. of course chan knew this, so how could he not grant you that wish. how could he not do that when you looked so damn beautiful looking at him with stars in your eyes. how could you not dance with him when his smile was the brightest thing you had ever seen in your life.

“you know, that day was the day that i realised that i wanted to marry you” you confessed. you both had talked about marriage before, but you hadn’t mentioned this until today.

“really?” he replied

“yes. of course i had had fantasies about us getting married before, but nothing completely serious because of what could happen, the future, and all that stuff. but it was this day that made me want that for us some day in the future. like a hundred percent. i wanted to dance with you like that again, but this time being our wedding with our friends and families with us”

he went quiet after that and for the first time, you stopped looking at the pictures and looked at him only to realise that he was already looking at you.

“what?” you asked him

he didn’t reply. instead he kissed you. slow, sweet, quiet. like the world outside didn’t matter and the only thing that was important were you, him, and this album that was full of your memories. he broke the kiss but even then he didn’t go too far. he let his forehead rest on yours.

“do you know that that day, my mother asked me about marrying you?”

“what? you never told me that before” you retreated a bit to see his face better

“it was when you and hannah were outside taking photos of the happy couple and i was sitting there just looking at you, seeing how beautiful you looked and imagining that one day that was going to be us”

“chris…” you felt your eyes start watering

“she sat next to me and asked me what i was thinking, and i told her that i was just looking at you and how happy and excited you looked. she just smiled and said that she knew one day it would be our turn, that i had to hurry and propose before you got tired and did it yourself”

you laughed through your tears, which had spilled a bit now. you knew chan’s family loved you, they had always been very welcoming and supportive, but hearing him saying this was different.

“of course there is this important factor that comes after me proposing, which is you saying yes but that is something that we didn’t discuss because who would want to be nervous and stressing about this minimal detail about a wedding, right?” he joked with you

“yes right, that detail is minimal, there’s no need to worry about that, it’s not important” you continued his joke

you continued laughing while looking at each other. your laughs got quiet slowly, but your smiles were still as bright.

“just so you know, so you don’t have to be nervous or stressed about this minimal and unimportant factor, my answer would always be yes” you replied honestly while smiling. no matter how, when or where chan hopefully proposed, you would always say yes to a life with him

“i’m really happy you said that” he smiled even bigger.

because little did you know, in his drawer, there was a small ring box that was waiting to be opened after he asked a certain question that he hoped would be answered with a yes.

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vbecker10 · 14 hours ago

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Stop Worrying

Pairing: Steve Rogers x female reader (Y/N)

Summary: Steve comes home early when he hears you're sick but his efforts to help leave you feeling like your super soldier boyfriend doesn't think you can take care of yourself. After you tell him to stop worrying and leave you alone, you run into Bucky who explains how ill Steve was before the serum and how much anxiety it causes him when the people he cares about get even a little bit sick.

Warnings: Angst (because why the hell not), being sick (it's just a cold), being a moody person when your sick (sometimes you just want to be left alone to feel awful), Steve getting yelled at for just trying to help, mentioning how Steve's mom died and all of his childhood illnesses (which I googled so hopefully they are right, if not oh well I guess)

A/N: Well... this was supposed to be super fluffy and cute but that's not what happened lol. There's a bunch of angst that was not planned but if you know me you should have known I wouldn't write anything straight fluffy, not sure why I tried lol. I hope you all enjoy this! 💚

A coughing fit forces you to sit up on the couch, reaching for a half empty bottle of water while you cover your mouth with your other hand. After finishing the water, you toss it in the small trash can you brought in from the bathroom and lay back down. You shiver and pull the blanket tightly around your body then sigh and pick up the thermometer next to the tissue box. Closing your eyes, you kick the blanket off your warm lower half and wait for it to beep.

I better not have a fever, you think and close your eyes when you feel like it is taking too long to register your temperature. Hopefully this is just a stupid little cold and I'll be fine by the time Steve comes home this weekend. I'm so tired, I'm really just not in the mood for captain perfect to see me all sniffley and gross.

You're eyes open quickly when a sound interrupts your thoughts but it's not the beeping you are waiting for, it's the front door.

"Y/N," Steve's voice fills your shared apartment just as the thermometer finally beeps. He closes the door and takes off his jacket while you try to stifle a cough and read the results. "I heard you were sick, are you okay?"

You nod, unable to answer as you begin to cough. Steve goes to the kitchen and returns with an open bottle of water, handing it to you as you finish coughing. You look up briefly at him and see his expression full of worry.

While you drink, he picks up the thermometer and checks to see the last reading. "No fever, that's good," he says but he sounds overly concerned when he puts it back down. "Did you have one earlier?"

You shake you head and clear your throat. "No, I was just getting the chills a bit so I figured I should check it."

"Oh, that was good thinking," Steve agrees when you sit up on the couch, covering your legs then bending them to give him room. He sits near your feet and rests his hand gently on your knee over the blanket.

"Thanks," you mumble despite feeling like his approval isn't really necessary. It's not my first time feeling like garbage. If you're hot and cold at the same, you take your temperature, it's not really a big deal, you begin to feel annoyed. You know your boyfriend isn't really what's bothering you, you're completely exhausted from not being able to sleep and because you've felt terrible for the last two days. It's nice to have him home but you really didn't need him to see you like this either.

Steve doesn't seem to notice your sour mood though, his hand gently squeezing your knee when you look at him again. "Why are your home? I thought you didn't get back for a few days," you ask, drinking a bit more water while you wait for an answer.

"They're still out in the field but Nat called and told me you were sick," he explains. "Tony and Clint can handle this one without me."

"You didn't need to do that. It's just a cold," you respond, feeling more than a little irritated that your mutual friend was keeping an eye on you for him. She is a spy though so I guess that's what she does, you remind yourself

"Are you sure?" he questions you. "Did you see anyone in the infirmary? I'm sure Dr. Palmer wouldn't mind taking a quick look at you. It could be the flu or an upper respiratory infection or-"

"It's a cold," you interrupt him, letting your annoyance show more than you meant to. "Stop worrying, I'll be fine."

"I always worry about my sweetheart," he says with a warm smile, his hand moving up and down your shin lightly over the blanket.

You feel yourself forcing a smile and you know he can tell when his smile falters and he clears his throat awkwardly. Normally, you love when Steve is sweet and touchy but right now all you want is to be alone until you feel less miserable.

"Did you eat anything today?" Steve ask after a long moment of silence.

"Yeah," you respond then realize he's waiting for you to prove it. You try not to sigh out loud but you're starting to feel as if he's treating you like one of his new recruits, double checking everything you say or do. "I had a little dry cereal this morning and some soup like an hour ago."

"That's not very much," he sounds disappointed in your answer.

"I haven't really been hungry," you shrug, not making eye contact with him as you reach for a tissue to sneeze into.

"Bless you," he says as you quickly turn so your perfect boyfriend doesn't have to watch you blow your nose. "I could make you something," his hand gently rubs your knee again.

You toss the tissue, "I'll make more soup later."

"No, I think I'm gonna rest for a bit," you look up at him, thankful when he gets up from the couch so you can stretch your legs out again.

"Okay, just make sure you don't forget to eat. You need to keep your strength up to fight whatever you have," his words sound almost like an order and you nod then avoid looking at him by fixing the blanket. "Do you need anything? More water or a new box of tissues?"

"Okay sweetheart," you can feel his eyes moving over your body as you pull the blanket up higher. "How about some tea? It would be good for your cough. I can put honey in it if your throat is bothering you," he suggests when you begin to cough.

You shake your head although you have to admit that might be a good idea. You just can't help feeling annoyed by the way Steve is constantly making suggestions and questioning your decisions. He's always been a fixer and a leader in the field during missions but right now all you want to curl up in a ball and be left alone.

"You sure? That cough sounds pretty bad," Steve says as he begins to clean up the few tissues on the floor that must have missed the garbage can.

"Just leave them, I can clean up later," you tell him, embarrassed as you watch a super soldier handle your snotty trash.

"I don't mind helping Y/N," he says with a caring smile.

"I don't need help," you snap without thinking. "I can take care of myself Steve. I'm not a little kid or one of your new soldiers that you have to lead around because they're useless."

"I didn't say that," he sounds confused by your reaction which only annoys you further.

"You're acting like it though," you tell him.

"I'm sorry, I-" he begins to apologize but you interrupt him.

"Can you just leave? I really want to rest," you lay down and fix the blanket, getting frustrated when it tangles around your foot.

He gently tugs the end of the blanket free from your foot and you sigh. "Maybe you should sleep in the bed," Steve says and you glare up at him. He visibly regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth and he tries to take them back. "I just mean-"

"Stop worrying and just leave me alone Steve," you roll over, facing the back of the couch and folding your arms over your chest. Closing your eyes tightly, you breath deeply to try and avoid a coughing fit when you hear the door open and close.

"Do you know why Steve slept on my couch last night?" he asks.

You walk into the common kitchen, still exhausted from another mostly sleepless night and go straight to the fridge. You cover your cough as you grab a bottle of water then pause when someone knocks on the open fridge door. You close it partially and see Bucky looking at you curiously.

"Oh," you mumble and close the fridge door. "I yelled at him."

"Did he do something stupid?" Steve's friend assumes.

"Not really I guess," you shrug but Bucky's expression makes it clear he's looking for the full story. "I don't know... He's so overbearing sometimes. I know he means well but he left a mission early cause Nat told him I'm sick. I'm not a child or something, I can take care of myself. I've been doing it my whole life."

Bucky rubs the back of his neck with his metal hand then says, "I think you should talk to him."

"Bucky I'm not apologizing cause I don't want to be babied," you tell him, sniffling while you pull out a cough drop from your pocket.

"That's not what I mean," he says and before you can respond he asks, "What do you know about Steve from before they gave him the serum?"

"Not much honestly," you admit after thinking for a moment. "I know he was short and kinda skinny but that's pretty much it."

He takes a seat at the island and you copy him, feeling like this is going to be a longer conversation than you originally thought. You crack open your bottle of water and wait for him to start talking.

"Before he was a super soldier, Steve was a really sick kid," Bucky says. "Poor guy was anemic, had diabetes, a heart murmur, scoliosis, asthma and partial hearing loss from scarlet fever when he was really young."

"Wow," you say quietly in disbelief.

"Yeah... he also had a terrible immune system. If anyone had a sore throat or the flu or literally anything contagious, you could count on Steve getting it. I had to take care of him a lot back then, he was sometimes too weak to get out of bed by himself," you bite your lip as Bucky talks, trying to imagine the super soldier you know needing that much help. "When his mom died, everything got worse," he looks down at his hands while he talks.

"How did she die?" you ask as you quickly realize you've never asked Steve anything about his life before he was the famous Captain America.

"She worked as a nurse in a tuberculosis ward and unfortunately she caught it from her patients. She passed right before Steve's 18th birthday," Bucky looks up at you.

"I had no idea, that's awful," you say, wishing you had gotten to meet her or at least heard other stories about him mom.

"Yeah," Bucky agrees with a slight nod. "Steve was always a bit of a... we'll call him a worrier when we were growing up but he sort of spiraled after watching his mom get sicker and sicker. Now I can see it was anxiety and some sort of panic disorder but those weren't things people really understood or talked much about back then."

You fidget with the water bottle, peeling the label off while you listen to Bucky quietly.

"I tried my best to help him but a few years after Sarah, his mom, died I got the flu pretty bad and he was a wreck," Bucky continues. "He wouldn't leave my side for a minute, even after the doctor told him I'd be okay. Steve did everything he could think of. Brought me food and water, tracked my medicine and read to me when I was too tired to hold the book up myself. It took me a few weeks to get back to normal but it took him way longer to let go of trying to take care of me."

"I'm not saying Steve isn't a lot, cause we both know he can be," he chuckles lightly and you smile a little, "but maybe cut him a little slack? I know how much he cares about you and I think you getting even a little sick brings back those feelings from when we were younger."

You're quiet for a moment, digesting everything Steve's oldest friend told you then you shake your head. "I can't believe I didn't know any of this," you frown and wonder how well you really know the man you're living with.

"Go talk to him," he says encouragingly. "He's probably still in my apartment if he didn't head down to the gym yet."

"I will, thanks," you get off the stool, grab your water and head to Bucky's.

Steve sits on the couch, tying his shoes without looking up when you open the door. "Sorry Buck, I'll be out of your hair in a minute." He stands and finally sees you waiting quietly by the door. "Y/N?"

"Can we talk?" you ask him, fidgeting with the water bottle in your hands.

"Yeah," he sits back down on the couch and you sit next to him, placing the bottle on the coffee table.

"I talked to Bucky," you start, "He told me you were here."

"I wasn't sure where else to go," he shrugs.

"I shouldn't have told you to leave, I'm really sorry Steve," you tell him and he reaches for your hand squeezing it gently. You sniffle and he hands you a tissue which makes you crack small smile. "Thanks."

"I just wanted to take care of you," Steve says when you turn away from him to blow your nose. "I wasn't trying to upset you."

You nod and look back at him, "I know... and that's really sweet of you but I'm not used to anyone helping me like this. I've always done things on my own and the way you just came in and started asking me all kinds of questions and suggesting things really made me feel like you didn't trust me to take care of myself."

"That's not how I wanted you to feel at all," he says. "I was worried about you but that doesn't mean I think you're incapable of getting better on your own. I just don't think you should have to do it all by yourself, I want to be here for you."

"Maybe we can split the difference a little," you suggest and he furrows his brow a bit in confusion. "Instead of throwing a ton of things you think I should do at me all at once, just suggest one thing and if I say no, listen to me."

"I can do that," he smiles as he relaxes for the first time since he heard you were sick. He leans over and kisses your cheek.

"Thank you," you rest your head on his shoulder, covering your mouth when you yawn.

"Should we go back to our place so you can rest?" he suggests almost nervously.

A smile spreads across Steve's face, "I'd really like that. It's been a long time since I've talked to anyone other than Bucky about her."

"Yes please," you get up, holding his hand tightly. "And maybe later, you can tell me some stories about your mom. Bucky told me a little bit about her and I'd like to know more, if that's okay?"

"I guess I never asked you anything about your life before I knew you," you say when he opens the door to the hall for you. "I had no idea you had such bad health or why you got so anxious when you heard I was sick."

"How long did you two talk for?" he asks in a half joking manner.

"A while," you answer with a shrug and a smile as you walk together towards your apartment.

He chuckles, "I'll tell you all about how scrawny and weak I used to be as soon as you're all better. I don't want to make you laugh too much while you still have that cough." He moves his arm around your waist to keep you close.

"I really just can't imagine you being short," you giggle.

"That was the least of my problems back then," he assures you

Steve opens the door to your apartment, his arm gently holding you around the waist as you cough hard. When you catch your breath he asks, "Do you need anything or do you want me to head out for a bit so you can go back to sleep?"

You look up at him, knowing exactly what will make you feel better, "Can I have some soup please? And cuddles."

He smiles and kisses the top of your head lightly, "I can absolutely help with both of those. Go get comfy, I'll be there in a few minutes sweetheart."

"Thanks handsome," you sniffle and walk towards your room, pausing when you get to the doorway to turn and look back at him. "I love you."

"I love you too, now go rest," Steve says from the kitchen. "I'll be right in to take care of you."

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 3 days ago

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Primal (Part 6)

Summary: The team finally confronts Hunter in an effort to take him down. In the aftermath, the gang heads to Boston to help with the investigation by the Marshals and Y/N and Tim have a heated discussion about what the future holds now that Y/N's mated to Beau. But things aren't so simple and danger still lurks under the surface...

Primal Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!reader

Word Count: 5,300ish

Warnings: language, angst, violence, drugging, serial killers, death, kidnapping, mention of human trafficking

A/N: I absolutely love the end of this part for so many reasons! Enjoy!...

Reader POV

“Well Brock’s a piece of walking human garbage,” said Lucy as you walked through the parking lot around mid morning.

“Lucky me. Two piece of shit father’s,” you said, leaning against the side of your rental car, Lucy throwing an arm over your shoulder.

“Hey. This whole thing sucks but at least you found out you and Tim are half-siblings. At least you got one family member on your side.”

You let a small smile onto your face. You honestly hadn’t cared about if you were related or not. But hopefully it was a comfort to him that at least someone in his family gave a shit about him. He’d sounded so damn…broken on the phone. His hormones were probably all out of whack after the Primal incident but you’d never heard him like that before.

When this was all over, you were having a serious discussion with him about getting some help.

“Are you worried about your mom at all?” she asked, pulling you back to the present.

“I should be but like, I’m not?” You crossed your arms, resting your head on her shoulder. “I have this awful feeling she knew about my dad this whole time. If she knew what he did to all those omegas…am I a monster for not caring if she’s alive or not?”

“What’s your gut say?”

“Y/N.” You both turned, Brock dragging an oxygen tank on wheels behind him across the wet pavement of the parking lot.

“Go back inside, Brock. I’d hate for you to catch pneumonia and die,” you said, narrowing your eyes. Brock ignored you, stopping at the trunk to catch his breath. You towered over him as he leaned against the metal, breathing hard, struggling to catch his breath. “I know what you did to Tim. What kind of monster hurts a child?”

He straightened himself up, staring as you balled up your fists.

“Unless you have something to share that will help us, get the hell away from me.”

“You really think your father could pull all those beautiful women by himself? He’s ugly as sin. Your mother had affairs all the time. Some he didn’t know about, some he did.” You held up a hand, Lucy walking around to your side.

“You’re saying Y/N’s mother helped Teddy with the murders?” she asked. “Why wouldn’t you say something?”

“Hey. I don’t know that they did anything for sure but I do know your mother and father would find women to join them in the bedroom. Young omegas. They used to talk about how much fun the first time they did it was with a Tina.”

“Tina Paxton,” said Lucy, pulling out her phone to text Beau. “Y/N-”

“Thank you Brock. Please contact Officer Wilde if you remember anything else.”

“You’re my daughter-”

“I have no need for any more parental figures in my life, Brock. Now please return inside and do Tim and I a favor. Make your end of life arrangements now and make damn sure we have nothing to do with it.”

You flipped him off, Brock grumbling as he headed back for the entrance slowly. You spun around and clapped your hands together, Lucy’s eyes full of concern.

“I’m good,” you said, forcing a smile on your face. “I got Tim and Beau and an old friend back in my life. I’m good.”

“Beau wants us to stay in Seattle,” said Lucy, shoving her phone away. “Says he and Tim are making a move on Hunter and are close. Once they grab them, he’s going to contact Boston PD to arrest your parents.”

“Sounds easy when you put it like that. I’m sure those boys don’t need us at all, right?” Lucy rolled her eyes, heading for the drivers seat. “I’ll call that army guy, see how fast we can get back to Helena.”

Two Hours Later

“How do we know where they are?” asked Lucy, handing you her phone as you drove through Helena. You tapped away on it, pulling up an airtag that was no longer sitting at the station. “You think that’s Tim’s?”

“We kept four in our go bag for emergencies. One is offline and is the one Beau shoved down his pants earlier. The other two are at the station. This is the only one that’s showing elsewhere. Looks like in the business district.” She drove as you directed her, coming to a stop outside a warehouse looking building.

“I can’t let you go in there,” she said, getting out of her patrol car and popping the trunk. You watched her pull on a vest and grab a shotgun. “Will you please stay in the car?”

“I promise. Go get the boys.”

You slid back in the passenger seat, ready to call for backup once Lucy texted that they had Hutner and his guys under arrest. Five minutes turned into ten which turned into fifteen. Why was it taking so long? You jumped up when your phone buzzed.

Call for backup. Bring the medical bag from the trunk inside asap.

Dread filled your gut as you did as told, getting a message out to the station and finding the orange bag in the back of the trunk. You ran inside the side door, looking all around. “Lucy?”

“Back here!” You followed her voice, startled by the amount of blood spatter everywhere. Hunter and his cronies were in various positions of death on the far side of the room. Tim sat on the concrete nearby, a bloody nose making his face look a mess and was holding his shoulder that looked just a tad too off to be normal.

“Beau,” you breathed out when you saw him on the ground, Lucy pressing blood hands against his shoulder.

“I’m fine. Ain’t you ever seen a movie? Totally non-lethal,” he joked, wincing as Lucy pressed more of her body weight against him.

“That’s a lot of blood,” you said, Beau grimacing.

“He’ll live,” said Tim, sitting forward, tilting his eyes at Lucy. “Who the hell are you?”

“The person saving your ass,” she said. Tim raised his eyebrows, Beau chuckling as you cradled his head in your lap. “Got a problem with that Alpha boy?”

“You could have cleared the room a little less sloppily but other than that, nope.”

“God it’s good you’re pretty with a mouth like that,” she said. Tim smiled, a strange look of adoration on his face.

“You think I’m pretty? Cause I ain’t got nothing on-”

“Timothy,” you growled. “She just saved your life. Behave.”

“We had it handled, right Barlen?” grunted Tim.

“Got a little dicey for my liking,” he said, wincing up at you. You sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You didn’t listen to me about staying in Seattle.”

“It was all Lucy.” She huffed, taking a wad of bandages as Tim scooted over and handed a package to her. “No it’s true. She dragged me back here against my will, wanted to save her boss.”

“I’m sure that’s what Officer Wilde’s report will say,” he said, sirens bouncing in the distance. “Wilde. When you get done keeping the blood in my body, contact Boston PD, let them know to move in on Y/N’s parents.”

You sighed, holding a hand over his wound when Lucy went to check Tim, that same stupid look on his face.

“Good god, he’s practically drooling over her,” mumbled Beau, chuckling when you giggled. You ran a hand through his hair, Beau smiling up at you. “You’re safe now, sweetheart.”

“You got hurt,” you said softly, Beau waving you off.

“I’ll be fine. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. We need to have a talk about…everything when you get a chance.”

“We will,” he murmured, closing his eyes. “We don’t really have to live in Boston do we?”

You smirked, leaning down and kissing his forehead. “Helena is fine with me. Later. You just rest now.”

Two Weeks Later - Boston

“Hey, kiddo.” You stared at the wall of pictures in the foyer of your parents house, a heavy hand resting on top of your head as you sighed. “We don’t have to do this today.”

“I never want to come back to this house, Tim. Let’s get this over with.” He gently ruffled your hair, smoothing it out before he was standing next to the wall with a black storage tub, the yellow lid laying somewhere around there. By the front door were two more, already filled with objects from your parents home to go into storage.

Teddy was on the run and your mother was in custody. You’d been back in Boston for over a week to answer endless questions by the Marshals office but thankfully they’d cleared Tim of any wrongdoing and told him he was eligible to rejoin the agency.

“Leave the photos of my parents,” you said as you walked down the hall towards the front den. You knew Tim would ignore you. Someday you might want them. You didn’t have to sort through them right now he’d tell you. As far as you were concerned, they could sit in a storage container in Montana for the next few decades. Any of the ones you’d actually want to look at and put up were back at your shared townhouse.

“We cleared out your old room, pictures, basement,” he said, almost to himself as you leaned against the entrance to the den. “You want to steal any of your mom’s shit?”

“We could set it on fire?” He frowned. “You’re no fun, Barclay.”

“Your mom gave us permission to take what we want from the house, not burn the place to ashes.” He sat the bin down behind you, looking over your shoulder into the den. “Heard she’s claiming Teddy threatened her into helping him. Says she hasn’t helped kill someone in over thirty years. Still a life sentence at least.”

“Did she know Teddy wanted me dead? Wanted to frame you for it?” He shifted, eyes downcast when you looked over your shoulder. “Is that a yes? Did she even give a fuck about me?”

He scoffed, exhaling slowly. “I think in her own twisted way she cares about you. Maybe not other omegas but you she does. Her affair with my dad was just her having fun. Your dad will always be her priority though. She let herself get caught to give him time to get away.”

“Well, we’ve known that since I was a kid they cared more about each other than me. They’d have you babysit me while they went on their fucking murder dates.” You leaned your head against his shoulder, Tim wrapping his arm around your back.

“Yes but I gave you oreos and would let you watch horror movies far too scary for an eleven year old so I think you made out alright.”

“I hated watching horror movies,” you said, Tim smirking. “I didn’t want you to think I was some lame girl. I wanted you to think I was the coolest kid there was.”

“Hard fail there.” You punched his good arm, Tim feigning pain. “I’ll be sure to let Arlen know how much you love horror.”

“I’ll be sure to him know how much you like him.” You grinned wide, Tim rolling his eyes. “You’ve been using his actual name more often. I know you’ve warmed up to him.”

“He’s…not as awful as some of your past boyfriends. But that doesn’t mean I like him.”

“Sure you don’t.” You hummed, peeling yourself away and spinning back around to examine the foyer.

“Do you mind if I take the kitchenaid mixer?” he asked, nodding towards the kitchen.

“I mean go for it but we got one at home. You want to re-sell it or something?” He raised an eyebrow, looking at you like you were the weird one. “What is that face for?”

“Aren’t you taking the mixer at our townhouse to Montana?”

“Yes? Which again, why do we need another one?” you asked.

“For the townhouse...” he said, frowning at you. You both stared at each other and stared and stared, your heads tilting so much if anyone came inside they’d take you both to be examined by a doctor. “You’re taking the mixer to Montana.”

“Yes…”

Therefore, I need a mixer.” You shook your head. “What is so confusing about that?”

“What are you talking about, Timothy? We’ve shared that mixer for the past decade. We don’t need two of them in Montana.” He closed his mouth, a wave of relief, perhaps realization, washing down his face. Meanwhile an unsettling feeling worked its way into your gut.

“Y/N, I’m not going to Helena. I’m staying in Boston at the townhouse.” You held up a hand, quirking your lip up.

“Ha ha. Very funny. Now help me-”

“Y/N.” His voice was quiet yet sharp. No. He was full of shit. He was messing with you. You crossed your arms, Tim’s eyes darting downwards. “I’m not moving out of Boston.”

“Why? You have nothing here.” You sucked in air the second the words left your lips, Tim looking up and nodding. “Tim, I didn’t mean-”

“You’re wrong,” he said, his tone flat, no malice behind it. “I can rejoin the Marshals. I can go to trivia night with my old friends. I can rejoin that baseball league. Hell, maybe I can even find myself a girlfriend that’ll stick this time.”

“You can do all those things in Montana though,” you said softly, Tim’s shrug starting to piss you off. “You never have a problem making friends or meeting women and they have the Marshals and baseball in Helena. Why would you stay here?”

“Because I’ve been following you around my entire adult life and I need some damn space from you. I gave up a year of my life for you. I was almost killed. I’ll be on thin ice with the Marshals the rest of my career not because of Teddy but because I got involved with you.” He wiped a hand over his mouth, resting his hands on his hips while your anger deflated like a balloon. You shook your head, frowning at him. No. This was him trying to push you away because he felt shitty and you weren’t about to let him get away with it.

“Bullshit. You’re being mean because you blame yourself for attacking me. You want me to get pissed and walk out on you like everyone else does. Not going to happen so be an asshole. You don’t get to-”

He stormed over, leering down into your face with a snarl. “Teddy was my boss. Do not confuse me doing my job to impress him with me caring about you.”

“Why don’t you be a real man and just tell me the truth, coward,” you snapped back, lifting your chin. He glared at you but you saw his facade starting to crack. “You’re scared that because Beau claimed me, I don’t need you anymore so you’re trying to cut me out of your life first because everybody you trust hurts you in the end. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re an insufferable know it all.” He walked away, heading for the stairs, pausing with one hand on the railing. “Go play house with Beau in Montana and we can both move on with our lives.”

“No!” You grabbed the closest object to you, a decorative wicker ball thing and chucked it at his back. He spun around, eyes flashed in alarm as you stormed over and yanked on his shirt collar on the steps, pulling down to your level. “You don’t want to move to Montana? Fine. I’ll learn to live with it. But you don’t get to walk away from me. I have always known I’m the only family you have and I always hated it. I wanted my parents to love you but I knew it wouldn’t happen.”

You took a deep breath, his face unreadable. Unfisting your hand, you found his, wrapping your smaller one around it. His eyes flickered, a vulnerability setting in.

“If you don’t want to live with me anymore, that’s okay. I know we annoy each other and I know you sacrificed a lot this past year. There were so many nights you stayed up so I could get a good night’s sleep. So many times I was a brat and argued with you about wanting to go out alone and you were right to protect me. So I’ll give you your space. But don’t ever think space means I’ve left. You’re still my family and now? You’ve got Beau and his family too.”

“You wanted me to live with you and Beau?” he asked quietly. You blinked a few times, holding up your finger.

“That’s what you focused on in all that? I just told you-”

“Again, you want me to live with you and your boyfriend?” You rubbed your temple, trying to fight the twitch in your eye.

“No…I want you to live with me…in the townhouse I’m moving into in Helena.” He parted his lips, waiting a moment before tucking them closed.

“So…” He cleared his throat, glancing towards the ceiling. “You aren’t moving in with Beau.”

“Did you pull all this shit because you thought I was about to move in with a man I’ve known for three weeks and suddenly he would be my whole world?”

“No?” he said, now staring at the chandelier over the foyer. You growled, Tim sighing in response. “He’s your mate, probably your true mate if we’re being honest. I didn’t want to get in the way of your new life. You know me.”

“And you know me.” His gaze traveled downwards, finding your stern face. “Someday, yeah, I will move in with him. Someday you’ll live on your own again. I was a brat last year but I trusted you’d keep me safe always. Trust. Me.”

He swallowed, taking a beat to breathe slowly. “Alright. I’ll go to Boston. I want the bigger bedroom though.”

“Fine.”

“And to keep your pots and pans when you move into Arlen’s someday.” You narrowed your eyes, Tim’s lip twitching up. “I’m joking.”

“You better be. I paid for those,” you said, stepping up two steps, wrapping your arms around him. He returned the hug, resting his chin on your shoulder. “You’ll come with me?”

“Would you help me find a good therapist out there?” You nodded, squeezing him tighter. Tim winced, a huff of air escaping him “Take it easy. I only got shot a few weeks ago.”

“Oh, that was a graze and you bruised your shoulder. You’re fine. Beau got hit worse” You leaned back and smiled. “By the way, we’re going to Houston for Thanksgiving with the whole extended Arlen family. It’s non-negotiable and I will have my boyfriend kidnap you to make you go if necessary.”

“If I say no, it’ll piss you off again, won’t it.”

“You’re so smart,” you said, pinching his cheek. He slapped your hand away as someone knocked on the front door. You jogged down the steps as it opened, a wisp of blonde hair entering view.

“Hello?” Jenny called out, looking to the left before smiling when she saw you. “Hey guys.”

“What are you doing here, Hoyt?” asked Tim, coming to your side. “I thought only Arlen was needed to do in person interviews in Boston.”

“Calm down, slugger,” she said, crossing her arms. “Lucy decided to visit her parents and do her interview in person. I followed her lead and came out to visit a college friend, do the interview here. Beau said you’re moving stuff and I got done early so I offered to help.”

“Thanks,” you said the same time Tim scoffed. You looked back at him, Tim standing there with a raised eyebrow. “What?”

“Come on, Y/N. She’s not here to help you move. She likes Arlen.” You couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped you, Tim tilting his head at Jenny. “Back at his place when Emily thought she smelled something between me and Hoyt? That wasn’t attraction. I knew something was up between her and Arlen and given the way he doesn’t seem to give you puppy dog eyes the way you do him, I’m going to say it’s one sided.”

Jenny frowned, glancing away, crossing her arms. “Fine. I like Beau. I won’t deny it. But I honestly did come here to help pack and get stuff in the pod outside because believe me or don’t, Beau is still my friend no matter who he’s with.”

She turned to you, her face softening.

“I’m not stupid enough to believe you’d be cool with a woman you know that likes your boyfriend being friends with him. All I ask is you give me a chance to move on from him. If I don’t, I’ll transfer departments to the troopers or county or something.”

“Alright, you can have your chance,” you said. Tim was about to protest but you beat him to the punch. “But if you do care about him, think about what he wants, okay?”

“I know,” she said, forcing a smile on her face. “So. What can I help with?”

“There’s some Christmas ornaments in the basement I think we missed. Tim, go show her while I finish with the upstairs,” you said.

He grumbled, waving Hoyt to follow after himself. When they rounded the corner and you heard their footsteps down the wooden steps you pulled out your phone, throwing your head back. Still no texts from Beau which meant he was still in his Marshals interview.

Hey. Hope it’s going good over there. Tim and I are almost done at my parents house. Thanks for sending Jenny over to help. Why don’t we get an early dinner after you get done and we can pack up the townhouse tomorrow? Text me when you’re free.

“Y/N? Can you come here for a second?” called Jenny.

“Coming!”

Beau POV

I let out a deep breath as I exited the small conference room I’d been sitting in for the past seven hours. I cracked my back, nodding to the two Marshals that slipped out beside me. “Sorry to keep you in there so long, Arlen. This whole case is a shit show for us as you can imagine.”

“I understand,” I said to Springs, her junior partner taking a bundle of notepads back into a bullpen of cubicles. “Any luck on finding Teddy yet?”

“The fucker disappeared sometime that morning when you folks took down Douglas Evans and his friends. Evans’ phone indicated he had a check in to a burner, Teddy presumably. Looks like Evans got nervous and told Teddy to get out of Dodge.” Spings led me down a hall, further into their office area. “Teddy and Evans did a pretty good job of making Mr. Barclay look like Hunter.”

We stopped outside a tapped over door, Tim’s name on a placard outside of it. Springs swung it open to reveal a mostly clean office. “Teddy made a mistake though by targeting Tim. Do you see it?”

I looked through the door into the small room, glancing around. It looked like most other law enforcement offices. Files. Computer. Pens. A few awards and commendations on the wall, a picture of Tim and Y/N at the beach on his filing cabinet behind the desk.

“Huh,” I said, cocking my head. “Didn’t know Barclay was capable of not looking like he’s got a stick shoved up his ass.”

Springs didn’t bother to try and hide her laugh. “He’s actually a pretty nice guy when you get to know him.”

I huffed. Just because he’d warmed up to me didn’t mean he still didn’t like to call me a dickhead every time we talked. A week and a half ago, he and Y/N travelled back to Boston. By the time I’d been discharged from the hospital, I’d found out the FBI and Marshals were in charge of investigating what the hell had happened. All of us had been separated and questioned over and over. Tim and Y/N were “escorted” back to Boston for more questioning while I’d been stuck back in Helena. Y/N and I needed to discuss things, in person, but thankfully the investigation cleared both of them after a few days. One six hour phone call later, Y/N had a lease agreement signed on a townhouse ten minutes from my house, a lengthy email in to her old job requesting her position back and she’d reassured me more than once that Tim was an idiot. She hadn’t cared at all about the age gap, that I was divorced or had a teenager.

Apparently she had a thing for older guys so suck it Barclay.

“Yeah, well, you’re not mated to his sister either,” I mumbled, Springs snorting.

“Well, those two have been thick as thieves since she was a kid. Teddy wasn’t very present but Tim filled that gap for her,” she said, my eyes roaming over to another picture of Tim and Y/N in obnoxious orange shirts and numbered bibs. I raised my chin, nodding at it.

“The running picture. That’s what gave it away he wasn’t Hunter,” I said, Springs smiling.

“Good job, Arlen. Teddy was also so invested in his cases, he didn’t pay too much attention ot office crap. He never knew that Barclay was our Omega’s in Law Enforcement representative. Encourages them-”

“To join traditionally Alpha related careers. It helps them know that they have no limitations in those fields. We have it out in Helena too.”

“He volunteered when our previous rep retired. He mostly would talk to middle and high schools, kids in clubs, that sort of thing. He’d always tell a story about how his omega sister beat up an Alpha that broke into their house one night and not to let anyone tell them they can’t do something because of what they present as.”

“You took that as proof of his innocence?” I asked. She shrugged.

“Not completely on it’s own but I’ve know Tim for nearly twenty years. I started a few years before him. He was a friend. Teddy saw him as an angry brute, a powerful tool on dangerous cases. Yeah, Tim is extremely skilled and lethal. But the rest of us knew deep down he was gentle. Above all else, he’s a protector, not an attacker. So no, there’s no world in which I’d have ever believed Barclay wanted to hurt Y/N, no matter what Teddy wrote in those stupid journals. The timeline doesn’t match up anyways.”

“Journals?” She hummed.

“Man was a grade A psycho,” she said, showing me across the hall where a few marshals were each sitting with a filled out notebooks before them. “Teddy was a journaler apparently. Kept daily logs from his teen years up until the day he fled a few weeks ago. He wrote about his kills. The wife is so screwed based on what we’ve found so far. She was a very active and willing participant. Sounds like she might have even been the one calling the shots.”

“Anything about Y/N in them?” She shook her head.

“No, we haven’t gotten that far yet. Still going through when Teddy was in his twenties. There’s a lot of deaths marked natural causes or accidental that he caused. Then there’s some girls who went missing. He wasn’t shy about details. Seems like sometimes the heat triggering went wrong and women with underlying conditions died a little more obviously. Only good thing is we know where the bodies are for the families.”

“Sicko,” I said. Springs handed me a pair of blue gloves from a nearby box. We put them on, Springs guiding us to the end of the table where a few boxes sat, all filled with notebooks. “You’ve been focusing on the earlier stuff?”

“Yeah, we figure start at the beginning, develop the timeline. I’m sure we’ll find information about his plans for Y/N and how he recruited Douglas Evans in the more recent years. Feel free to take a look if you got a minute.”

She checked in with her team as I went to the most recent dated box, peeling the lid off. Most of the notebooks were plain black with the year written on a little white box in the center. I fingered through them, going back in time, pouting at an unlabeled one stuck between 2000 and 2001.

I pulled it out, Springs noticing. “Got something?”

“Not sure. The wear on this one is much worse than the others, like it was looked at and used a lot more.” I flipped it open, narrowing my eyes. “Springs. This isn’t a journal.”

I held up the first page, her eyes flashing wide at the heading written on top. “Primal candidates?”

“He was looking for his protegé for awhile it seems.” I said, scanning through the list of qualifications they had to have. Alpha. Law enforcement. Attractive. Unmated.

“That does track. Teddy majored in biology in undergrad. One of his journals mentioned a class where a professor taught about early presentation evolution like heats, going primal, that shit. Seems like that’s when he fixated on it.”

“Probably where he learned about this stuff…” I flipped a page, a picture of a young smiling Tim taped inside. I frowned, glancing through the notes on him.

“Barclay’s on the list?” she asked, peering over my shoulder now.

“He was a potential candidate. Looks like Teddy wanted him,” I said, trailing my finger down to where words like “favorable” and “plan recruitment procedure”. But the most recent dated entry was all different, written in red ink from around the time Y/N met him. “Reject as candidate. Y/N likes the boy. Too suspicious to involve him now. Allow to remain family friend for her benefit. Good babysitter/protector for Y/N when her mother and I go hunting.”

Jesus christ. I stared at the page, shaking my head.

“Did Y/N save him from being a Douglas Evans without knowing it?” said Springs quietly.

“Barclay, you owe that girl more than you’ll ever know,” I mumbled to myself, flipping through page after page of young men and women, all Alphas. Douglas Evans picture popped up, a large PRIMAL written next to his name.

“We really got to find Teddy guy before he attacks again or turns someone,” said Springs, as I got to the end of the book.

“At least the good news is it looks like only Evans was turned,” I said, flipping one more page and freezing. Springs groaned, my heart in my throat.

“Well shit. That one is primal too,” she said, staring at the picture of the young woman. The young, blonde woman with her hair in a side braid, a soft smile on her face. The blonde woman I’d spent the past year working with. The woman I thought was my friend. The woman currently at the Y/L/N residence with Tim and Y/N.

“Jenny Hoyt,” I breathed out, standing up fast.”

“Who’s-”

“Get your Marshals to Teddy’s residence right now! Y/N and Tim are there alone with her,” I said, rushing out of the room and down the hall, nearly crashing into Lucy as she exited her own interview room.

“Beau? What’s-” I grabbed her hand, pulling her with me.

“Hoyt’s one of Teddy’s protegés and I sent her straight to Y/N and Tim.”

__________

A/N: Part 7 coming soon!

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Hi anon!! Thank youuu for sending a prompt and once again sorry for the wait! The prompt is "louder" and I hope you enjoy this one 💜💜💜 I guess the theme of noise or keeping noise down is a bit of a through-line connected to yesterday's ficlet 🤭

cw: nsfw

Growing up sharing relatively small spaces with a sister and a mother has taught Simon many things. One of them is when to keep it down. He's quickly learned to ask himself just how much he can get away with, especially in the evening, when it's quiet in the house. And has quickly figured out that the answer is: not a lot.

Wille, very clearly, has never had to worry about these kinds of things. Wille is vocal to a fault, so much so that Simon has to regularly remind him that they're in his home, that there aren't thick palace walls, that there are, in fact, people one or two rooms over. It's a little heartbreaking every time, when they're panting into each other's mouths, when Wille is tangled up in Simon's arms looking so beautiful, so stunning, with his lips parted and eyes pressed shut, sweaty and gorgeous and feeling even better than he looks, and sounding... wonderful, lost in it, absolutely breathtaking, and Simon suddenly remembers, like a shock to the system, where they are, and rushes to clasp a palm over Wille's mouth, firm and quick and painfully apologetic. Hillerska is slightly better. Old buildings, thick walls, moments where they can be relatively sure that the other students are busy doing something else somewhere else. Hopefully. Simon loves listening to Wille then, sometimes intentionally presses his ear closer, against the side of his face, kisses whatever skin he can, takes in every moan and every breath and every word of encouragement, as close to the source of the sweet, sweet sounds as he can get. When they spend their first night in Wille's room, however, the first real night, Simon is surprised that Wille can be even louder than he's used to. When Simon sinks back against the bed, pliant and needy already, always losing the battle against coyness when he has all of Wille's wonderful naked skin on front of him, Wille crawls after him so quickly that Simon can't help but let out a laugh, feeling too light and airy to hold back, and Wille joins right in. Bellowing with laughter before he buries his face in the side of Simon's neck, busies that beautiful mouth of his with kissing and nipping at Simon's skin, instead. There's a strange excitement of newness to this, soft, silken sheets that Simon's never slept on before, let alone felt rustling against his naked skin. And there's a sense of relief, almost painfully palpable. Simon is happy to be here, not only under Wille, but in his bed, so fucking glad that, after a day of difficult but important conversations, of lunch and dinner spent in uncomfortably stiff clothes, he gets to have this. To squirm and move and rub against Wille, to hook his foot over Wille's leg, to urge him closer, to show him just how relieved he is.

But none of the joy, none of the giggles that burst out of him when they undressed, hurried and determined as ever, none of it could've prepared him for how Wille can sound, far away from any potential listeners. When Wille sidles down his body, sloppy kisses here and there, picking up Simon's hand and placing it on the back of his head, urging him to grab onto his hair, Simon sucks in a sharp breath. No matter how often he does this, no matter how many times Wille has already sucked him off, it never gets old. And yet, he didn't think Wille would be so different, so much more intense when there are no thin walls and mothers or annoying dorm mates getting in the way. The sounds he lets out as he works his mouth over Simon's cock are obscene. He's sloppier with it today, letting spit pool at the base of Simon's cock, not bothering to wipe it from his chin either when he looks up in between, and Simon has no idea how to handle this. He throws his head back, buries it in a ridiculously fluffy pillow, and lets out a long groan. In his internal battle, the conditioning to keep it down and keep it civil, to have half of his mind set on making sure he doesn't accidentally overstep, is hopelessly losing against the need to meet Wille where he's at.

Wille is being so beautifully open, so mindbogglingly unrestrained, and Simon can't sit back and hold back any longer. Wille comes back up, then sinks down again, a little too far, or maybe his hold on Simon's hips has weakened, allowed a sneaky thrust, Wille needs to pull off, coughing, sputtering, mumbling apologies. Simon can't fucking have that. With a tug on Wille's hair, he urges Wille back up, makes him crawl over him again, moans, almost unrestrained when he feels Wille's cock brush against him in the process. "No sorrys," Simon says before he pulls Wille down by the back of his neck, so he can kiss that preposterous idea right out of him. He tastes himself on Wille's tongue and feels the wetness of Wille's chin on his own skin and digs his toes into the soft fabric to stifle the desperate sound he feels tickling in the back of his throat. Wille doesn't. Doesn't hold back anything. Even less so than usual. He's breathy moans and soft little sounds that get less and less soft as he lowers down, grinds himself against Simon's thigh. And Simon is in no way built to withstand any of it.

With a strenuous noise the pulls one leg free, attempts to wrap it around Wille's hips, slides his hands lower on Wille's back to urge him on. Wille, beautiful and dishevelled and loud, tears his mouth from Simon's, leaning up on his elbows. He pauses for a second, allowing Simon to catch a good look, from where he's lying under him. Wild eyes and splotchy red cheeks and pink lips that he's biting on for a moment. "Do you want me to-" "Please..." Simon doesn't need to hear the full question. He just needs Wille to move and get inside him and make more of those wonderful, wonderful sounds that have Simon convinced that he'd let Wille do just about anything right now, if he just kept up being vocal about it. "Fuck," is what he says now, quick and broken, scrambling to crawl over towards the end of the bed, fishing around his haphazardly unpacked suitcase. Simon's heart beats a little faster as he watches the eager movements, still, months in, not completely used to the idea of being wanted so intensely. When Wille comes back up, breathing harder already and letting his eyes roam all over Simon's body, entirely unapologetic, Simon briefly has to close his eyes, prepare for the intensity that are Wille's eyes when they're like this, so close to sinking together that he can count down the minutes.

The dull thud of the bottle landing on the bed and the light crinkle of a wrapper make him open up his eyes again. Landing, as expected, on Wille's, deep and brown and dark and looking at him like he wants to take him apart and put him together again and learn every single part of him by heart. Without a second thought, Simon shifts, raises his legs up, pulls his knees to his chest and wraps his arms around them to keep them there. For a split second of Wille staring down at him in silence, just Simon's own heart beating out of his chest with want and excitement and a titillating trace of shame, Simon thinks he's being a little too much. But then Wille puts a palm on the back of Simon's thigh, stabilizes him, holds him right there, for Wille to look at, and Simon can tell it's just what he wanted. "Simon... ," he says, not a whisper, not a murmur, loud and unapologetic and broken. Simon only nods, then gasps when Wille trails a dry finger down his taint and presses against his hole, slow and careful and the perfect amount of pressure to rip a moan from Simon's throat. Loud enough for Wille to pull away, rushing to slick up his fingers and rub the excess over Simon's skin.

Wille opens him up the way he always does now, now that they know what works, know what feels best, using one, the quickly adding a second finger before Simon even has the chance to whine for more. He takes his time with two, almost too slow, dragging it out in a way that Simon knows is a lot of self-indulgence and a good amount of overcautiousness on Wille's part. But when he finally pulls out again, shooting Simon a pleading look to help him with the condom wrapper, Simon is quick to forgive, impatience giving way to anticipation. Today, as Wille pushes into him, slow and steady and so perfectly warm and heavy and him that Simon feels it all the way down in the tips of his toes, there's a grunt, loud and shameless, and then a beautiful string of curses, drawn-out and raspy and curling around Simon's ear in a way that makes him shiver. Once he bottoms out, sinking deliciously against Simon, urging a whine of wanting-more and yet aching-to-stay-like-this out of him, the partially unintelligible cloud of words clears up into praise that he showers Simon with. "So perfect," he works out with a groan, biceps straining where he's holding himself up above Simon. "You feel so good, Simon..." Simon keens, grip on his knees weakening with the need to reach for Wille and pull him down and in and on top of him. But he only nods, eyelids stuttering when Wille pulls back only to sink forward again, deeper even.

"Shit," Simon gasps, overwhelm and gratefulness and a dangerous amount of heat for the moment they're in swirl in his belly. With a shift of his weight down onto his elbows, Wille is closer now, is feeling heavy and firm and glorious on top of Simon. Simon seizes his chance, wraps his legs around Wille, hands moving to his back and nape instead. He nearly sees stars when Wille gives another thrust, more sure now, reading Simon's body, his reactions, like he always does, knowing just how to make every hair on his body stand. Another shift of Wille's hips, a change of angle, and Simon is dragging blunt fingernails down the ridges of Wille's spine.

"Wille...," he stutters, words all gone from his brain, when he hears, feels, Wille hum loudly next to his ear. He does it again, gives another thrust that has warmth and sparks and spikes coursing through Simon's body, before he speaks. "Louder...," Wille says, whines cries, begs almost and Simon whips around, trying and failing to find his face. Instead, he feels him pick up the pace, and scratches another line down his back. "Please," Wille tries again, voice booming in the room. "'s just us, please, you can-" He interrupts himself with a moan when Simon shifts and meets Wille's movement halfway. The desperation in Wille's voice sinks deeply into Simon, takes hold there, unwedges a long groan that's nestled itself in his chest. Wille responds like Simon has given him the greatest gift.

"Yeah," he moans, face buried somewhere in the nook of Simon's neck, hips stuttering once, then, oh, getting right back, pushing in and out of Simon deliciously. "Sound so good," Wille mumbles next to his ear. "Sounds so-" Simon clenches around him, a trick he only recenlty learnt to apply, relishing the moan that Wille's sentence melts into. "You, too," Simon rushes to add, cheeks burning with exertion and the admission that, fuck, this is doing things to him, this has bin toeing the line already, has him fighting against the pressure deep within that shakes loose with every single gasp and grunt and moan Wille sighs into his skin. "Yeah?" Wille sounds breathless when he lifts his head up, searching and finding Simon's eyes. Simon blinks at him, every well-placed thrust making his world a little fuzzier around the edges. Simon bites his lip out of instinct, then suddenly feels Wille's thumb on his bottom lip, freeing it just as he pulls back further than before, and fills Simon right up again, a breathless second later. The noise tumbling from Simon's mouth is pathetic and garbled and so loud he's afraid it's gonna reverberate. But before he can follow down the line of thought, Wille is kissing him, is kissing him hard and wet and dirty and moving in a way that is pushing the breath right out of his lungs. Simon, for the first time, comes with a choked off cry of Wille's name on his lips.

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randofics · 16 hours ago

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Pain and Warmth pt.2

🎶 The Midnight- America Online

🎶 The Midnight- Crystalline

🎶 The Midnight- Collateral

🎶 The Midnight- Fire in the Sky

Most definitely 18+

This is a continuation of Pain and Warmth pt.1

Dante Sparda x F reader

Was watching some episode reactions, and one person mentioned that Dante in canon hasn't lost his v-card yet? Well, maybe we can fix that 😏.

Hope yall enjoy this one! I'm trying to step up my game with dialog and scenes.

Sorry this was sooo late! Been dealing with some stuff (not anything serious). In fact I'm expecting some chicken hatching eggs any day now in the mail! Ordered some Crested cream legbars to add to my existing flock so I'll have my hands full for the next few months.

I doubt I'll post anything 18+ for a while, too. Don't worry, though. I'll definitely try to do more headcannons and fluffy stuff!

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You stood over your propane stove eye cooking for you and Dante. The building he was living in didn't have a working kitchen, so you'd brought over the propane stove temporarily. The decent sized pot bubbled as you sturred it one final time. You'd likely have leftovers, so it was a good thing he at least had a fridge.

You hoped he'd like it. After all, he mostly just ate pizza, and you wanted to give him something with more nutrition. Zucchini skillet was something you made every once in a while. Ground turkey, onions, tomato, zucchini, and greenbeans were the base ingredients along with Italian herbs, garlic powder, and a few pinches of chili powder. It was one of those dishes that just got better the next day.

Testing the zucchini for tenderness, you cut the gas and place the lid on the pot. You set two bowls on the counter with utensils, napkins, and salteen crackers.

Keys jingling catch your attention as you grab a bottle of water and beer out of the fridge. The door squeaks as it's opened, and Dante's familiar bootsteps greet your ears.

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Dante sighs as he walks back to his place. The cab driver he'd called could only take him so far. Luckily, it was only a few blocks.

His stomach grumbled. He'd have to call in a pizza. He wondered what you were doing right now. The temptation to call you was strong, but he also didn't want to bother you.

You'd taken some extra hours at work to make up for the days lost to your menstrual cycle. As he rounded the corner, he noticed the lights were on in his place. Maybe it was Enzo. The keys jingle as he unlocks the door, and immediately, the smell of something good cooking catches his nose.

He closed the door behind him and walked to the kitchen, where you stood watching a pot on the counter. "You cooked?."

Turning to him, you smile. "Yep, I figured you could use something a bit more nutritious than pizza." He comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and setting his chin on your shoulder. "What is it?"

"Zucchini skillet. Basically, ground turkey, vegetables, and herbs. Hopefully, you'll like it."

"Thank you, baby! I was actually thinking about calling you to go eat out with me, but this is perfect!" He pulls your hair aside and places a few kisses against your neck, holding a hand against your abdomen. You reach back to hold onto him, letting your nails rake over his scalp.

Suddenly, his stomach let's out an audible growl. With a hand over your mouth, you let out a laugh. Dante puts on a grumpy pout as you grab the two bowls, handing him one. "Let's get you fed before your stomach turns on you."

Ever the gentleman, he lets you get your portion first, and you both sit down on the couch. You take a bite, letting the flavor envelop you. As you chew, you glance at Dante as he puts an entire cracker loaded with the turkey and vegetables into his mouth. He chews for a moment, and his eyes widen looking between you and his bowl.

He finishes chewing and swallows it down in one go pointing to the food in his bowl. "This stuff is amazing, y/n!" You give him a bright smile. "Glad to hear it darlin'." He leans closer for a kiss which you happily give.

In total, you think Dante had four bowls full plus the crackers while you only had two. With the both of you stuffed like Thanksgiving turkeys, you took a much needed nap in eachothers arms.

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About two hours later, you sturr against him. As you nuzzle into his neck, breathing in his lingering aftershave and natural musk, he mumbles something to you. You hum back in question.

"Is your cycle over?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"No particular reason."

You straddle him, laying against him and relaxing like you're about to fall asleep again. Your face buried in his neck as he kept his arms resting on the back and arm of the couch. A content smile spreads over his face as he looks up at the ceiling. He feels like he could stay here like this forever and be completely happy.

When he feels your lips on his neck, a small blush tints his cheeks. Your lips featherlight brush against his skin, making him bubble with laughter. "Hey, that tickles! Quit it!"

You can't help but smile against him when you hear his laugh. It's genuine and bright. But while tickling him is fun, it's not what you're really in the mood for now.

You move to his throat and, in one swift motion, lick from between his collar bones to his chin. He lets out a choked gasp, hands flying to your hips in an instinctual reaction. Your hips swivel against him as you pull his head back by his white locks gently.

"Ba-baby? What-what're you... doing?" He stumbles on his words as you attack his neck. You drag one hand down his chest to his stomach and waistband, slipping your fingers under the hem of his shirt. Letting your fingers wander, you can feel the dips in his abs as the muscles quiver at your touch.

Rocking against him again, his grip on your hips tightened. When you lean back to look at him, his teal eyes are surprised, and his face is tinted pink. "Wh-what was that about?"

You give him a lopsided grin. "What do you think, big boy?" Caressing his jaw, you give him a peck on the lips then a longer kiss as his eyes flutter closed. He pushes a hand under your shirt, feeling along your spine with gentle fingers. As you roll your hips again, you brush against the front seam of his jeans, striking a bolt of pleasure through you. He feels the shiver down your spine.

"My turn, baby." You feel his hand on the back of your head, the other on your lower back as he kisses your neck. Your shaky breath brushes against his hair as you tilt your head back for him. His nose brushes your jaw as he places open mouth kisses against your pulse.

You feel his hand on your stomach and dipping down just under your waistband to your abdomen. He brings it back up as he nips your skin, slipping his fingers under your bra to lightly massage your breast. You moan at the sudden relief from your breast that you didn't realize was so sore.

You rock your hips again, and a small sound escapes his throat. He sucks a hicky into the junction of your neck and shoulder, and you pull at his white locks.

His hand in your hair moves back to your hip as he ruts up into you. You feel your core clenching as his hips move against yours. When he pulls away from your neck, you lock eyes. "Damn, if being sexy was a crime, you'd be guilty as charged." You let out a breathy chuckle. Of course, he had to pull a one-liner at a time like this.

"Hey, hold onto me, ok?" You nod wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he stood. He walked back to his bedroom and set you on the edge of his bed. You watch as he takes off his shirt and belt grinning down at you. "Like what you see, baby?"

Grinning back, you cross your legs, setting your chin in your palm. "Very much darlin'. But I think you'd look even better between my thighs."

"Good one! And I think I'll take you up on that since you're offering."

You stand and pull your shirt off, letting him pull off your bra for you. He can't help but hug you from behind again as he leaves sweet kisses along your shoulder. He takes both breasts in his hands, gently massaging them as you lay your head back on his shoulder. "Pretty girl. All for me."

You hook your fingers into his pocket, pulling his hips against your rear. "Hey! Alright, alright, I get it! Heh, just can't wait for me can you baby?"

He kneels and pulls your pants down, admiring your legs and rear. "Turn for me, baby." He brushes his thumbs over your stomach as he holds your sides. You feel his lips against the skin above your panties. His teal eyes stare up at you through white bangs.

His fingers hook into the waistband of your only covering. "May I?" A blush tints your cheeks as you feel yourself growing shy. "Yeah, go ahead." You swallow it down because you know he's safe. He's so sweet and respectful, and you don't want your shyness to stop him.

You allow him to look at you unimpeded. He swallows, eyes dilated, he thinks you're gorgeous. He looks back up at you, kissing your thigh. "Like an angel. My angel." Standing he pulls you in for another passionate kiss, tongues dancing as he lays you back on the bed.

You feel his clothed knee between your legs as he leans over you. His lips kiss across your cheek and down your neck, leaving a few more marks as he continues down. A startled sound leaps from your mouth as you feel his teeth on your breast next to your sternum. He bites down just enough to leave teeth marks in your skin.

He moves down your body, placing kisses, hickeys, and bites all over you. You can feel yourself leaking already with how aroused you are. He kneels on the floor, placing your legs over his shoulders. Lips kiss your inner thighs, and you can feel how hot your face is getting. You reach for the pillow and stuff it under your head so you can look at him without straining your neck.

You let out a breath when he touches your folds with his lightly calloused fingers. He spreads you open, kissing down your thighs and giving you a single fat lick over your flower. The entire time, his teal eyes are locked with yours.

He licks his lips, committing your taste to memory. It's salty but not overly so, and mucusy not like how it's portrayed in fiction. There's also a barely noticeable acidic tinge along with a feint taste of iron left from your cycle. He realizes he likes it a lot.

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You moan out his name when he starts practically devouring you, hands gripping his hair and the sheets under you. His inhumanly strong arms lock around your legs as your muscles involuntarily jolt, tightening your thighs on his head. You can feel his tongue inside you, cleaning your leaking arousal as your core twitches.

Heart racing and chest heaving you try your best to watch him. You let your voice free so he can hear just how much you're enjoying this. Moans and whimpers of his name float into his ears.

"So-so good, AH! Dante!"

You can feel the coil getting tighter as he laps at you and swirls his tongue around your pearl. Back arching, he pushes your hips back down with a growl. The vibration nearly pushing you over the edge.

"Mmh do... do that... again!"

It takes him a second to understand your meaning. Grinning against you, he lets out a downright feral growl. Your thighs tighten like a vice around his head as you explode in his mouth. He greedily drinks from you as your core clenches.

Your body clenches, back arching against the hand on your stomach as he moans and mumbles incoherently against you. He eats you through your high, leaving you twitching and sensitive. That was probably one of the strongest orgasms you've had in a long time. He sits back on his haunches, licking his lips clean as he watches you catch your breath.

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When you let out a sigh, he takes it as a sign that you're recovered enough. He wants to do that again.

This time, he lays on the bed with his head close to the headboard. "Cmon, sit up here for me, baby." He pats the space on either side of his head. As you follow his lead, you notice the glistening slick still on his chin.

Straddling his head, you feel his hands on your thighs. You slowly sit your weight down on him, feeling his lips against you again. He sucks your pearl into his mouth, making your hips jolt as you let out a loud moan.

He closes his eyes, concentrating on you, how you rock against his mouth. He moans into you, clearly enjoying having you like this as he places kisses against your twitching entrance. You can feel your legs starting to shake as you try not to crush him completely.

When he takes in your pearl again, swirling his tongue around it and humming against you, your legs give out. Your core clenches as your hips buck, body tensing in a silent scream. Your knuckles go white on the headboard as your release washes over you.

Dante cleans you once more, trying to get every last drop. Both of you heave in breaths as you try to slow your racing hearts. Legs shaking you slowly lift off of him. His teal eyes look up at yours as he gives you a cocky, satisfied grin. His face is glistening with your slick.

"Let me rest a bit, honey. I definitely don't have your enhanced stamina." He wipes his face with the back of his hand, licking it clean like a cat.

"No worries, baby. And if you're too tired to keep going, we can just go to sleep. I'm down for whatever." You grip his chin, pulling him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.

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He can feel the aching strain in his jeans as he unbuttoned and unzipped them. That made it a bit better, but not by much. When you pulled away from his lips, you gave him a sweet peck on the nose. "Let's keep going darlin'."

He gives you a peck on the lips before standing to take off the rest of his clothes. When he pops free of his underwear, you bite your lip. He's big but not unmanageable for you. He pulls the sidetable drawer, taking a condom from inside and slipping it on.

"Is it a bad time to mention I'm still a virgin?"

Your eyes widen startled at his sudden admission. "I mean, kinda. You sure you wanna do this with me?"

"Y/n, I love you. There's no one else I'd rather do this with."

Cupping his cheek, you kiss him. The joy and love you have for him pouring out. He settles between your legs, gently rocking his hips as your slick lubricates him. He holds the back of your head, placing his forhead against yours as he slowly presses into you.

You both let out moans as his tip sinks into you. As you look at him, his eyes roll back in pleasure, and he shakily huffs through his lips. He can't help but want more as he pushes a bit farther.

*Holy hell, she's so tight! And so f***ing warm and soft!*

He grips the back of your neck and your hip as he hilts himself in you. You both have to take a moment to adjust to the sensation.

He seems to fill you just right as you wrap your legs around his waist. You feel his hips pull away from yours, his length dragging along your walls. When he plunges back in, starting up a rhythm, you feel your walls fluttering around him.

Your nails grip his shoulders as he picks up the pace, moans and mewls of his name floating into his ears. "Ah! Dante harder!" He grunts, snapping his hips with more force making the bed creak.

He pants in your ear, and you don't think you'll last very long. His hands moved to your back and rear, trying to pull you even closer. "Heh, I'm already so close, baby. Are you?"

You nod into his shoulder. "Squeezing me so tight... trying not to totally rail you right now." He feels your walls clench even tighter at that.

"Please, Dante... do it!"

"I'm not gonna tell you no." He changes your position, hooking his arms under your knees and folding you. "Last chance to back out, baby."

"Pl-please darlin'."

"Alright, whatever you want, baby." He passionately kisses you as he pushes his weight down on you. His hips start moving again, but this time much harder and faster. You let out wails of pleasure as he plunges into you even deeper than before.

"So good for me, baby!"

You wail as the pleasure courses through your body with each thrust. Just a little more, you can feel the coil threatening to snap. Your nails dig into his skin, drawing blood as you hold on for dear life.

"I love you, y/n!" He hilts inside you, snarling as your coil finally snaps. You feel the waves of pleasure run through your nerves as your body tenses. Heat spills inside you as he gives short firm thrusts through his release.

You both gulp in air for a few moments as you feel each other twitching in aftershocks. He drops your legs back to the mattress and collapses atop you, all sweaty and hot.

Sleep hits you like a truck as you attempt to play with his hair. "I... love you too... yawn Dante. "

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As he rests against your chest, he listens to your slowing heartbeat. He wouldn't care if he was here forever. In fact, he'd prefer it to always hunting demons. He was quick to follow your lead, drifting off to a peaceful sleep.

#fanfic #headcanon #update #wrightersblock #devil may cry netflix #devil may cry #dante sparda x reader #dante x reader #dmc dante #dmc netflix #pt.2

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pedrettilov3r · 1 day ago

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Bite Me..part two

John Carter x Female!Reader

A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who read and enjoyed part one!! I am still rusty in the writing department and use these as a fun way to relax! Please send me John Carter prompts if you have any! I also will be writing for Dr. Robby and Dr. Abbott👀 So please feel free to send prompts for them as well!

Carter and Charlotte knew that no one could know about the moment they had shared a day earlier. The hatred she had for the man slowly faded but she told herself that the moment was a mistake and a lapse in judgement for both of them.. She knew the heated moment between the two of them could only be a one time thing, it was unprofessional and would only lead to both of them getting hurt. She spent the morning successfully avoiding John by taking the smaller jobs that she knew he wouldn’t but she knew he would catch on eventually and it seemed like now was that time. Benton read the chart next to you “We have a woman that needs her left ring finger stitched up, she cut her finger making dinner, Lawson can you take that one?” She thanked Benton for the task that would hopefully buy her more time away from Carter, “Oh yeah of course-” She was cut off by the familiar voice of Carter behind her, “I can help!” She sighed at the response, she knew she couldn’t keep up her charade all day but she didn’t have time to have a conversation with Carter right now. The two made their way to the trauma unit in awkward silence before Charlotte spoke up, “I don’t need your help for a few stitches Carter.” She said annoyed with the boy tagging along. He simply smirked at her annoyance, “Oh I know.” He chuckled a bit.

They approached the trauma unit but before they could enter Charlotte was pulled into a dark room and a yelp escaped her lips. “What the hell Carter-” She was cut off by the man’s lips on hers. Her body froze in shock but she couldn’t resist the urge to melt into the passionate kiss. Carter’s hand found its way tangled in her hair and the other cupped her jaw. She pulled away breathless, “Carter we shouldn’t-” she started but the man cut her off again “You’ve been ignoring me all day Lottie.” The new nickname in place of his usually Lawson didn’t escape the girl and a smile crept onto her face at the endearing name. “I haven’t been ignoring you.” She tried to lie but Carter gave her a stern look and she gave in “Okay fine I have. I don’t hate you anymore and I don’t know what to do about it.” You exclaimed. He chuckled at this “Well I know what I think we should do about it” He raised his eyebrows suggestively and you laugh but the anxiety slips through “I’m serious John!” you shove him back. “So am I!” He exclaims back, but he sees the concern on your face and tries to comfort you, “Hey it will be okay Lottie.” He says as he cups your face and places a kiss on your hairline. She voices her concerns to the man “You know it’s unprofessional, what would everyone say when they found out?” He sighs knowing she is right but then a smirk creeps onto his face “What if they didn’t find out?” You scoff at the idea “Are you saying we hide it from everyone at the ER?” He shrugs, nodding his head, “Admit it, it's a great idea.” She smiles at the man, how did she never notice how cute he was when he smiled. “Okay.’ She gave him a quick kiss and his eyes lit up, “Really?” She laughed as she began to walk away “Don’t make me take it back.” He grabbed her hand pulling her in for one last kiss “Go on a date with me?..please.” She smiled at the desperation in his voice. She can’t help but press a kiss to his cheek and smile, “Okay Carter.”

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writingdevil · 1 day ago

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Hi, I'd like to see if you can write Hero and Cheated. They seem like two different people who defend and encourage each other. I just really like their dynamic in The Razor

Also i love your writing

(Thank you for liking my writing!! I think they'd have such a cute and fun dynamic. I wasn't sure if you wanted them as a ship so I just left it up to interpretation. Enjoy!)

Hero has to admit, he's not a fan of feeling eyes watching him wherever he went today. He actually gets where Paranoid is coming from now.

Hero wasn't sure what prompted this staring, but he's felt this intense gaze burning holes into his back all day, and he doesn't really know what to do about it anymore.

So he tried to just ignore it. Hopefully the staring will go away if Hero just minds his own business and goes on with his day.

Except it didn't.

Except it actually got worse.

Hero didn't think he was doing anything wrong. All he was doing were chores, after all. Helping Smitten with cooking, assisting Skeptic with his investigations, and he had just finished helping Hunted wrangle Cold and Contrarian out of trouble again, when he heard a, "Psst!"

Hero froze, right in the living room as Hunted directed the misbehaving birds to sit down, and he threw a glance over his shoulder, and caught a glimpse of black feathers around a corner.

Hero chuckled in bafflement, and slowly walked up to the hallway, not scared but incredibly amused as to what was going on.

He peered his head around the corner, and giggled as he was met with the annoyed face of Cheated, who was leaning against a wall with his arms crossed, shaking his head in dissatisfaction.

"Cheated?" Hero said, walking up to him, noticing how Cheated only got more pissed off the closer he got to him.

"Cheated? What's wrong?"

Cheated scowled and pushed himself off the wall. "You know I've been watching you all day? Did you know that? Or were you too busy doing everyone else's dirty work to notice?"

Hero was about to throw out some sarcastic reply, until he actually processed what Cheated had just said. "Wait, dirty work?"

Cheated rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'm just here, watching you throw yourself at anyone who might give you even the tiniest of appreciation."

"Oh, you mean giving a hand to who needs it?" Hero teased, chuckling at the way Cheated's feathers puffed up when he was angry. Hero normally wasn't one to rile Cheated up, but the avian was getting angry over nothing.

But then Cheated poked him painfully in the chest with a clawed finger and snapped, "Yeah, except they don't need your help! They are all more than capable of handling it on their own, but you insist on helping out."

"I feel like I've had this conversation with five of you at this point," Hero bluntly replied, giving Cheated a look of unamused boredom.

"Oh yeah?" Cheated took another step towards him with an arched brow. "Then why isn't it getting through your thick skull-" and Hero winced as Cheated knocked on his forehead like it was a door, "- that you shouldn't be doing that then?"

"Just because I don't have to help out doesn't mean that I shouldn't," Hero argued, rubbing his now sore forehead. Cheated sighed, swearing under his breath, before gently yet still firmly grabbing him by the forearms.

"I know that," Cheated quietly said, "because you're really nice, but sometimes, you're too nice. Then you end up running yourself ragged because you're obsessed with pleasing everyone, for some reason."

Hero spluttered in embarrassment, feeling his face heat up at the truth, even if he would never admit it. "I'm not obsessed-"

"Yes you are!" Cheated snapped, although there wasn't much fire behind his words, just frustrated concern. He squeezed Hero's arms tighter. "It's like you're fucking allergic to saying no to people, and it pisses me off."

"Why?" Hero asked. "It's not like anyone's being taken advantage of, so why are you so hung up on this?"

Cheated paused, and Hero saw the moment that he had said the completely wrong thing, from the way Cheated's eyes darkened.

"I," Cheated said, voice low with anger and offense, "am hung up on this because I know you, and I know that you will keep ignoring yourself for the sake of others."

Hero wanted to protest, but he was genuinely afraid of Cheated throttling him if he said anything.

"You want to help everyone feel safe and happy so badly that you ignore all the things that make you happy." Cheated's brows pinched in irritation, and his grip kept tightening and loosening up against Hero, as if trying not to explode right now.

"It's nice to be helpful, but you do it to the point of exhausting yourself. Remember last time? When you got sick because you hadn't been sleeping or eating right?"

Hero winced. He did remember- some of the others hadn't been sleeping because of nightmares and Hero wanted to help them through it- then he promptly passed out when the situation was sorted.

"Yeah," Cheated said, "or the time before that, or the time before that- you are constantly putting others first."

Now Hero could hear that familiar rise in Cheated's voice, where his anger started to get the better of him, but Hero couldn't look away from the raw worry in Cheated's eyes.

"Which is sweet, sometimes- but then you go and drop everything all because some idiot looked sad for even a second! Which isn't fucking fair to you! You deserve to relax and have someone help you for a change!"

Cheated was starting to pant now, his anger coming out in waves, but not directly at Hero, but at what he was doing to himself, and it finally made a pang of guilt go through Hero's chest, that in his attempt to do good, people were only seeing how wrong he was treating himself.

"You do so much for us!" Cheated exclaimed, his patchy feathers puffing up in anger now. "You do so much for us, but you don't do anything for yourself, which is bullshit and so unfair, because you're like, the best of us and-and-"

Hero quickly cut Cheated's rambling off by pulling him into a crushing hug, feeling the other tense up, before quickly relaxing into his grip.

Hero shoved his face into the crook of Cheated's neck, mumbling a soft, "Sorry," against him, and Cheated sighed, then gently reciprocated the hug.

Hero started to pat down the feathers on Cheated's shoulders and back. "Sorry- I didn't mean to make you worry about me. I'm dumb. I forget about myself sometimes."

"You're not dumb," Cheated mumbled, clutching Hero tighter against him, and Hero smiled at the feeling of Cheated embracing him, his body relaxing and losing a weight that he hadn't even noticed was there in the first place.

"Thank you, Cheated," Hero whispered. "Thank you for looking out for me. You're very sweet."

This time, he felt Cheated's feathers fluffing up beneath him because he was flustered this time, and Hero chuckled, taking in a long, deep breath, and he pulled away just enough to look the other in the eye.

"You know what I wanna do now?"

"What?"

"I want you to teach me how to play cards." Cheated laughed at the request, until he saw that Hero was serious. "Wait, really?"

Hero nodded. "Yeah, I've always wanted to learn, but I could never find the time, and since you play so much, you must be a pro by now."

"Ha ha," Cheated sarcastically replied in a bland tone, making Hero giggle, but when they let each other go, he still started to guide Hero to his room.

"Sure, but if I lose to you on your first try, I'm burning the cards."

Hero laughed again, and Cheated smiled at how light his voice now sounded.

#slay the princess #stories #my writing #stp #stp voices #stp hero #stp cheated #writing request #voice of the hero #voice of the cheated

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thekeythief · 2 days ago

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I love your drawing of young BixCass with Bee! I’d love to hear some more of your headcanons, a friend and I have written some scenes out in roleplay

AHHH thank you!! I was very moved by their relationship throughout Andor and I just had to draw them as kids after such a gut punch of a line as "I don't remember not knowing him"

I have MANY head canons! Some of which I (hopefully) intend to draw out, and some may even be moot by canon I'm not privy to, but here are a few:

They first meet when Bix is asked to deliver something to the Andor house, and Cassian is home alone and won't open the door. Bix, being the outgoing little child she is, decides she doesn't want to have to make this trip twice so she hops the fence to drop off the delivery at their back door, only to find a spooked Cass in the doorway. (I have a few other "first meet" headcanons but this one is just funny to me the idea of Bix being so adventurous and outgoing that she accidentally meets him and he's just o__o)

Cassian learns Basic from B2 but Bix is the one who teaches him how to actually talk to people and "swindle" because she's watched her father do it in the shop all her life, and thus picked up a few things here and there. It's really her fault he's such a smooth talker.

Bix wears a braid because Cassian, having taught himself how to braid his sister's hair, sees her struggling one day when giving B2 a new set of treads, her hair falling wildly in her face. He, in a very serious manor, makes her sit still for 10 minutes while he braids her hair in every style he can remember. From then on, Bix's hair is never without a braid.

Bix knows Cassian's real name. Maarva is clear with Bix that they are never to use his Kenari name, but I imagine she wants to let him choose his own new name and Bix is the one who suggests Cassian, because it's not too different from Kassa.

I have others but... enjoy these for now TuT

#asks #star wars #andor #bix caleen #cassian andor #bixcassian #bixcass #cassbix #can y'all decide on a ship name pls thanks

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aparttimewriter · 7 hours ago

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ADRENALINE

fabio quartarao x female mercedes driver !

summary: the summer break was meant to be for recharging and relaxing, not romance but that all changed after y/n attends a motogp race and meets a certain rider

social media au ✨

mercedesamgf1

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mercedesamgf1: both drivers on the podium at spa before we head into the summer break, such a great start to the season so far

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yourusername: so grateful for this incredible team and the amazing car they have give me

—mercedesamgf1: we are here for more podiums to come

user: the pink helmet is so iconic!

user: another y/n masterclass beating her team mate once again

georgerussell63: good race for the team gutted i couldn’t bring home the p2

—mercedesamgf1: we know you left it all on track

user: russell will be demoted to the second driver if y/n keeps on pulling off wins like that

user: conversational opinion y/l/n clears russell this year

—user: it’s not controversial if it’s true

yourusername

📍circuit of spa-francorchamps stavelot

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yourusername: thought i had more to give yesterday after qualifying and today just proved it, from p4 to p1 what a race ! looking forward to a few weeks off to recharge

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gerogerussell63: toto is going to kill you for that photo

—yourusername: what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him

user: y/n was serving face on that podium

oscarpiastri: would of loved to get the win today, but you did drive faultlessly

—yourusername: it’s always fun when we verse each other on track

user: you can call me delusional but y/n for wdc this year !

mercedesamgf1: podiums look so good on our girl

—yourusername: fingers crossed for more this year

user: what are we going to do with no f1 content for the next couple of weeks

user: the move from racing bulls to mercedes was 100% the right choice for y/n

—user: it’s been not even a full season and mercedes have already given her a more competitive car, then rb gave her in three seasons

yourusernamed added to their story

motogp

📍 silverstone circuit

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motogp: look who we spotted in the paddock ! mercedes driver y/n y/l/n has arrived to enjoy her weekend at the silverstone gp

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mercedesamgf1: our girl just can’t keep away from motorsports

user: it should be illegal to look that good and be capable of driving a f1 car

yourusername: thank you so much for having me ! so excited for the rest of this weekend

user: y/n literally won a race less then a week ago and can still put together looks like this

landonorris: i am also at the track this weekend and i don’t see any special dedicated post…

—yourusername: that’s because you’re not special

user: norris just got clocked in the comments by y/n 😂

fabioquartararo20: hope to you see cheering from the yamaha garage this weekend

yourusername

📍 silverstone circuit

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yourusername: what a fun and thrilling weekend, big thank you to @yamahamotogp for inviting me to hang out in their garage for the weekend

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yamahamotogp: we were so happy to have you ! hopefully we will see you at a few more gps

user: why do i feel like y/n would kill it on a bike

user: all of your insta post are so aesthetically pleasing

fabioquartararo20: it was great having your support all weekend, let me know if you ever want to learn how to ride a motorbike 😊

—yourusername: might have to keep that offer in mind

user: anyone else see fabio attempting to flirt with y/n in the comments ??

landonorris: who’s that handsome guy in the fourth slide ??

—yourusername: are you referring to fabio ??

—landonorris: 😐

user: just living vicariously though y/n insta posts

yourusernamed added to their story

author’s notes: hey guys ! i am so excited for this series as there isn’t enough motogp fics out there. this is going to be a multiple part series so if you see interested, don’t hesitate to ask about begging added to the tag list ❤️❤️

#fabio quartararo #fabio quartararo x reader #motogp #motogp x reader #motogp imagine #formula one #formula one x reader #f1 x reader #formula one imagine #f1 #f1 imagine

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last-to-the-rottmnt-party · 2 days ago

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Hi i am also like a bajillion years late to the rise larty (leo is also my favorite) and i just wanted tk say youre art is fuckin awesome and i love it and i love the comics you make!!! Thank you for sharing them with us!!!

Hey! I'm glad I'm not the only one just finding out about rise in the year of our lord and saviour 2025! Looks like we might benefit though because, if the whispers are true, it's looking a bit hopeful that there might be a revival!! 👀 And also Leo is hard not to love, he's got all my favourite character tropes! Snarky, funny, the capacity for big angst™, covers said angst up with humour, he's got it all!!!

Thank you so much for liking my art!! I'm so happy that people are enjoying it and hopefully I'll be able to continue some more comics that I have in progress!! I really appreciate the support and I love reading y'alls comments, asks, and reblogs!! 💖🫶

#rottmnt #ask #thank you all so much #i really love reading all of your feedback and additions!#comics are my passion but i am being berfed by work rn #f in the chat

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smolstarthief · 3 days ago

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MelVik AU: A More Radical Solution

~Main Pairing: MelVik (Mel X Viktor)~

~AU Type: Viktor becomes Councilor instead of Jayce~

~Trigger warnings: There is an ableist comment and overall classism and naturally some discriminatory implied comments regarding Viktor's Zuanite heritage (more or less racism/bias). Better safe than sorry but let me know if I should include other warnings and I will add them!~

~A/N: This is by and large more for fun since I'm a bit of a sucker for AUs and scenarios where Viktor gets selected instead of Jayce. Seeing everyone's takes are super interesting so I minus try my own spin on it. Which leads into the factor of this possibly being an interest check too. Idk, just enjoy! And I tried to make Mel as nuanced as possible since I don't want her to appear too sinister so hopefully I did her earlier S1 characterization justice. I like to imagine the scenario as kinda like a political drama or something. Just they feel an attraction and they have met previously but never thought much of it (Viktor was introduced through Heimer taking him to a meeting or gala with him as an assistant once or twice). That sorta deal. Anyhow, anyone interested at all in this becoming a full thing someday?~

"The gemstone is gone... Along with some of our research papers."

Viktor grips his cane tightly as he solemnly announces this to the Council, looking downward while Jayce tries to put on a brave face. Yet, both men knew that it's not exactly possible to do so when some of their life's work is gone... As such there is a small glimmer of sadness in both of their eyes.

Mel on the other hand, internally processes this as she tries to conjure an idea. Her glance at Viktor in particular didn't escape his full notice but he opts to ignore it as Marcus gives his report, "The situation is still developing. No one in the Undercity has claimed responsibility yet."

Heimerdinger looks down from the window sadly, "How did it come to this?"

Viktor, while sympathetic to his mentor, could have easily huffed at what the Sheriff is implying with that last sentence but again, he keeps quiet for now. Unfortunately, Marcus did seem to notice his annoyed expression despite his attempt to hide it, "Is there a problem sir?"

Jayce glares at the man, about ready to defend his partner but Viktor stops him, "No, no problem here Sheriff Marcus. It's just..."

"Just...?"

Mel raises an eyebrow, now intrigued as Viktor calmly stands up with his voice soft and even, "It's just that how do you know it was someone from the Undercity? What if it's somebody from Piltover or outside it?"

"Tch, like I was saying, the situation is still developing. So far, current findings point to the Undercity. If it ends up not being the case then your opinion will be put into consideration. For now, I would suggest you restrain yourself."

"I am though. I just feel that we're all jumping to conclusions."

Shoola is the first to speak up, "I must concur with Mr. Talis' science partner. We've lost touch. They may not be your, or even anyone here's, preferred constituents but they're still our people."

Mel notices Viktor's expression softening a bit in thanks, feeling a tinge of surprise but also furthers her interest. Though Hoskel seems to think otherwise as he continues to fiddle with his puzzle box, "Hmm... Still, for too long has the Underground been left unchecked."

Cassandra hums in thought, "But the Undercity cannot be controlled, not by us."

Salo joins in concern, not really for anyone but himself though, "So where does that leave us?"

Viktor and Jayce frown as Bolbok mutters for a second before getting their attention, "Mr. Talis?"

Jayce looks up but also feels mild annoyance at Viktor being ignored despite being the one currently standing, "With all due respect Councilor Bolbok, I would also like you to address my partner here as he does have a name along with being a founder of Hextech along with me."

"Calm down Jayce." Heimerdinger kindly tells him, "But I agree, Viktor here was also a valued student and assistant to me so I'd say he has the right to be asked as well."

Bolbok seems to react like he's annoyed which Mel isn't surprised by considering what she gathered regarding his stances. Still, a small part of her feels a small pang of sympathy towards the Zuanite scientist. An outsider like she was she supposes but that shouldn't be the main focus at the moment as the gears in her mind slowly start to turn.

"Very well, then my inquiry extends to the Zuanite. Could the trenchers build a weapon with the stolen crystal?"

Viktor gulps a bit, trying to ignore the insult towards him and his people as Hoskel adds, "Shimmer, body replacements... We've seen their ingenuity over the years, of course, they can. In fact look right in front of us, that boy is a strong example right here."

Viktor looks hurt at what he's saying, "Are you trying to imply that... That I-"

"No Viktor, we are not. Right gentlemen?"

Bolbok and Hoskel seem to quiet a bit at Heimerdinger's scolding tone.

"Right, right, apologies Professor. As for Councilor Bolbok's question..."

He looks down at Jayce with a nod which prompts him stand with him to speak, "If the right person got a hold of it, it's possible they could utilize its energy."

"Yes, it's more theory than fact but worse case-scenario... It may be possible. Even I will admit that some of my people might be willing to stoop to such levels for one reason or another. Whether it be out of desperation to survive or personal gain... I dare not think of the potential consequences."

The room was silent at the admission with Jayce placing a comforting hand on Viktor's shoulder. It gets broken by a concerned Cassandra, "We need to address this immediately."

"We agree Councilor Kiramman..." He trails off until Jayce gives him a comforting and encouraging look, "It was our responsibility to safeguard this technology... And we failed."

Heimerdinger looks back from the window, his expression kind.

"Our mistake cost people their lives... Which is against Hextech's primary goal and purpose: To improve and help this world and it's people."

This causes Mel to pause in her thinking, absorbing his words as he continues, "Which is why we've come before you to recommend that we suspend all Hextech operations until this situation is resolved. Including our laboratories, the refinery, and... "

Jayce finishes for him, "And the Hexgates."

In an instant, they all (except for Heimerdinger and Mel), express outrage at such a suggestion.

"Have you both lost your minds?!"

"The Hexgates must remain open. Piltover's status as a global shipping lane depends on it. Thousands would lose their income."

Both men look astonished at the lack of priorities as Viktor steps forward to the center with Jayce exclaiming, "But shouldn't the safety of Piltover be our first priority?"

"Jayce is correct. The way we see it, this is the best possible way to ensure safety until the culprit is found and tried for the crime. Yes, it is a huge risk and I am no stranger to such... But don't you all think this might be worth trying?"

And there she sees it, that spark she's been looking for. Sure she sensed it in Talis as well but his? That drive, compassion, and determination is precisely what she's been seeking. She just regretted not noticing it sooner during their earlier days.

"So you both would sacrifice your life's work?" Heimerdinger asked in a mixture of awe and pride at his former students.

Hoskel, however once again, responds indignantly, "Without the Hexgates, my goods cannot reach foreign markets till winter. Am I to tell the Noxians their next shipment of wine will be vinegar?"

Now has come the time to make her move, the pieces falling into place right where she wants them, "Councilors. It appears we are at an impasse..."

All attention is turned to her, completely silent. She and Viktor briefly make eye contact, the latter already sensing that something is brewing in her mind. While they've interacted once or twice, and most of it was in a professional setting, he does admire some of her wit and cunning. Her strong ability to adapt and improvise on the fly. Her beauty and voice so hypnotic and it can draw even the most stubborn people's attention. He feels that it's a shame that she seems to be wasting all this and her other potential talents on politics but he can't exactly protest or say much on the matter. It's her life, not his. His own voice wouldn't matter to someone like her anyhow...

...Or so he thought as she continues, "If we shut down the Hexgates, the city will suffer. But if we do nothing, we leave ourselves vulnerable to malefactors..."

"And more lives will be lost..." Viktor finishes solemnly.

"Precisely well put Viktor. Which leads to what I will suggest: Perhaps the time has come to explore a more..."

She once again looks at him and that when she fully noticed his eyes, not just the continued spark that's slowly igniting but also how the beautiful shade of gold could rival any form of riches here or even in Noxus. There's an endless shine, a sparkling idealism that still lingers despite his clearly failing health if his crutch is any indication. She will admit that she also regrets not seeing such a beauty until now. She quickly regains her focus, expression strong willed, "...Radical solution."

"What are you suggesting?"

Viktor notices a slight smile in her eyes despite her face showing otherwise as she responds, "Both Mr. Talis and his partner Viktor have demonstrated a strong commitment to our safety. They're willing to sacrifice their own enterprise and dream. And it seems to me that only they have the knowledge necessary to secure the Hexgates. Therefore I propose that a new chair be brought forth, and that Viktor be elevated to this august body."

A collective series of gasps fills the room, Jayce looking at Viktor with worry but then awe. Viktor himself is simply astonished, almost dropping his crutch in his shock, "W-What?"

"As a Councilor, he will have the resources necessary to protect all our investments."

Shoola calmly states, "Councilor Medarda, this is highly irregular. The Council has held seven seats for generations."

Salo hissed in disgust, "What's most irregular is her choice, a poor crippled Zuanite in the Council? This has got to be some kind of joke!"

Hoskel huffed, "I must concur with Salo, we'll be made a mockery of!"

While Bolbok lacks facial expressions, Viktor can pick up the condescension in his tone, "Does this Zuanite have any experience? If not at all?"

Mel's confidence doesn't falter, "Only that of a scientist. Like Heimerdinger whom may I remind you all that he's worked closely with."

Viktor shakes his head in disbelief, looking at Heimerdinger with an almost pleading look. Whether it be to talk her out of it or to plead his case he's not entirely sure as the Yordel thinks for a moment before sighing, "I believe Councilor Medarda is right. Hextech security should be administered by a scientist and I have full trust and faith in Viktor to make the right calls and decisions. He is a bright lad like Jayce after all. I second the motion."

Viktor makes a choked sound as Mel finishes with a smile, "Well then, shall we vote?"

And that's when it hits him as the vote becomes unanimous, it seems like he's now dragged into a game and Hextech will no doubt be at the center of it. He never imagined himself into politics, let alone a Councilor. But in this case, he minus make the most of the position to further improve lives. Especially for his home.

"Then it is settled, we shall announce Viktor's inclusion first thing tomorrow. And Viktor..."

He looks at her and he can't but notice a spark like she did with him, a bit of mischief but also something else he can't quite pinpoint. No matter what it is, he can definitely feel a slight gravitational pull from within her greenish-gold eyes.

"Welcome to the Council and congratulations for being the first Zuanite to join us."

He looks at Jayce who is giving him a look of excitement which makes him smile before turning back to her, walking closer until they're face-to-face, "Thank you for the honor, Councilor Medarda."

She was admittedly taken aback by the boldness but that just further proves she made the right choice, as she gives a cheeky smile, "Please, only in professional settings. Outside of it though, feel free to call me Mel."

Viktor doesn't falter, "Of course, how could I forget your name? My apologies... Mel."

Oh this will be interesting indeed...

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deveondog · 2 days ago

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But nothing can capture the sting.

Title from Gigi Perez's, Sailor Song

If you thought being in twisted wonderland– a world full of fantasy and fun, would help your mental issues. You'd be very wrong.

Cw: Depictions of self harm and mental issues. This is also very self indulgent. Not beta read

Twst gender neutral reader insert, very short

The first week or so was fun, getting to see an anomaly called an "overblot", it was so cool in your eyes.. Of course you felt bad for the boy stuck inside his own head but you couldn't seem to care in the moment. He looked so hypnotic, you wish your phone worked still so you could take pictures of him and draw him later. But after that was solved the world got.. boring. It fell into a routine again. Just like your world.

Get up, get Grim up, get ready for school, go to school, most likely end up in trouble for something you didn't take part in, end the day, repeat.

Same.

Old.

Routine.

You found yourself on auto pilot most days. Hell, you didn't even have a phone from this world yet so you couldn't even distract yourself for a few hours. It all felt so mundane and dull. You found yourself hoping something would go wrong. Like an explosion in alchemy or a simpler, special hands on lesson in history. But nothing. You stopped paying attention in class, not even fully there. Your freshman friend group had asked you if you're ok but honestly, how do you explain "this world is just as boring as mine?" when theres so much more to this one? so you settled for a basic "Yeah i'm okay! Sorry to make you guys worry hah."

Eventually you found yourself in your head again. Always there. You barely spoke unless asked something. You were in a bad place and you knew it. But you missed this feeling all too much. The isolating feeling of being on sad and empty. It was like a drug to you. Back home there was an incident with your school so there you had to start taking meds to help your mood stay stable. But here? You don't even know if those exist, and you couldn't be happier. Everything got worse after the second overblot. You felt the same feelings you had previously, 'He looks like he's in so much pain, but it's so beautiful..' you barely heard yourself say. The image of the second prince and his phantom burned into your head like a drill on fire. Beautiful. Bewitching. Alluring.. But like the other one, you were force to bring him back. You sometimes wished someone would help you..

How did it get worse? Well, now you often found yourself looking for sharp objects. Broken glass, a kitchen knife, a small pocket knife. Anything that would make you feel something again.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

FiveSixSeveneightnineteneleven.

Twelv—

You stopped.

Why were you doing this again?

You want help right? attention? thats why isnt it?

You want someone to look past your mask and see.

So you did this in hopes someone would help.

But no one ever looked far enough.

Your Third overblot in and everything just looked ugly. Foul. Plain even. You were to used to it at this point and even overblots didn't look like they did when you first came to Twisted wonderland. Sure, he was a gorgeous man. His overblot was no less appealing to you but.. you cant find it in yourself to look past the outside anymore.

Your thighs are covered.

You're running out of room..

Left shoulder.

Full.

Chest?

It's empty. why not?

It feels to good to stop.

You cant pay attention in class anymore. Your professors have pulled you aside and asked whats wrong "It cant be easy. Being in a world of magic, when you yourself never knew it existed." one of them said to you.

If only they knew.

A/N: um hi, this is awkward.. i really have been wanting to write some self indulgent twst x reader but this was just a full in vent it feels like, so sorry?? unless u enjoyed it.. thanks

Hopefully more x readers that arent this depressed to come!!!

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ssatorussuguru · 3 days ago

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ofc!! and yes i can tell-- DC is so horrible to steph (and its female characters in general) but you genuinely write her with such care

thank you so much for the list and if it really isn' a bother, i would def appreciate one for tim as well 😊

first off i am so sorry for the delay, my school year just ended so things have been hectic!! to make up for it i added a ton of fics here i hope u enjoy <3

previous lists here! steph dick pt. 1 dick pt. 2 tim+dick

a nest torn empty \ yesteryears \ robin's don't make great roommates - all helena and tim centric!! i am a sucker for these two being siblings

not within this restless heart - Tim's sleeping schedule leaves things to be desired. Sometimes, Damian's does too. Miraculously, this doesn't cause nearly as many issues as one would think.

off-grid - In which Tim and Damian go on an impromptu camping trip.

and in that moment - Time keeps slipping away from Tim like sand. All he has are flashes of events that he can barley grab on to. Even worse his family is acting strange and he can't keep it together long enough to ask them what's going on.

the return - Red Robin 11 and 12, from Dick’s POV. Tim comes home.

a leap of faith - "Oh. Right. He’d been pushed off the building."

such trouble - "Tim’s vitals are displayed in heartbreaking clarity on the screen. They aren’t horrible, Tim thinks. “Goddamn it,” Dick mumbles."

miles and miles (in their shoes) - Tim and Damian switch bodies, the two of them realize exactly why the other does the things they do.

the fire eats fire (and the fire's in you) - Tim just happens to be a very large, fire-breathing lizard. He manages, until he doesn't.

books and pens - After the flood, there are galas. And Bruce befriends a two-year-old Tim Drake at one of them.

experimentation - Tim watches his mom get ready to go out, then takes his own turn at it.

you long for a feeling you'll never get back - In a family made of up people unused to having such a big family, sometimes you get lost in the noise. And Tim has always been taught to be the child that was seen, not heard.

way down, hadestown - In which Damian's dead and Tim has lost one too many people to accept that.

between two urns - Christmas Eve may not be the best time for a funeral, but at least Tim won't have to deal with a lot of people. His parents are dead, and he's alone, and his Uber driver didn't show. Mr. Wayne did.

detachment - Bruce just wants all his sons home for the holidays. Tim thinks something more sinister may be at work.

i'd fly far away from here - “Tim, you’re in a strange city you don’t live in, staying with a person your dad barely knows. He’s probably worried sick.”

i can (hopefully) do this all night - Or the one where their patrol night goes to shit and Tim has a really stubborn little brother that apparently wants to die again just because he's stubborn as fuck. Sucks for Damian, though, because Tim is used to doing the exact opposite of what Damian wants just to spite him. Like a good big brother.

home decor - Bruce is helping Duke remodel his bedroom, but Tim's bedroom is one good clean away from looking ready to host a new guest.

#tim drake #batman #dc #robin #red robin #fic recs #dick grayson #damian wayne #bruce wayne #comics

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luciaintheskyainthi · 3 days ago

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did a thing because this is too beautiful to be without some writing 😭 (Related to ECM, but like, a loooong time after.

“Okay, I’ll admit, this was a nice idea.”

“Thank you!” Peter huffed, but his exasperation was quickly supplanted by a broad, smug grin. “I told you it’d be fun! And the music is…” he pulled a face, then shrugged. “Okay.”

The music was terrible, but Jason kept that opinion to himself. Some kind of waily, folksy shit with banjos that definitely thought itself too important for a Gotham audience. Hopefully, the next few acts would prove themselves better suited for the city or folks might get restless. And a restless Gotham was a far cry from gracious.

Even so, the summer day was actually summery: warm sun, clear skies and a gentle breeze that had wandered its way in from the ocean, blissfully unaware of Gotham’s hostility to anything resembling ‘pleasant’. It brought with it a rare touch of cool, even as Jason’s back felt as if it glowed with the banking heat.

The freshly erected garden stage in Robinson Park — which Jason suspected was half full of people who hadn’t paid tickets — was packed and many had the same idea as Jason and Peter, camping out with picnic blankets or towels, and coolers full of beer and food.

Security for the festival had been shockingly lax for something hosted in Gotham. Fucking rookie mistake. Over everything hung a slow-growing, sweet haze of weed, smuggled in or exchanged through the poorly supervised fencing around the festival. Fortunately for everyone, it kept the locals sedated despite the shit music. Most folks lazed about, barely upright as they ate and drank and smoked. Though Jason had no interest in the weed — not out in public — he did regret not bringing along some beer. Maybe between acts, he could jump the fence and buy some. Or bribe one of the dealers into getting him a sixpack…

Peter, too, had gone sluggish with rapture, although Jason hoped that had more to do with the heat than secondhand smoke. Peter basked in the sun; a lizard soaking up the rays. Stretched across the checkered blanket, Peter was an endless expanse of golden skin and faint, half-gone scars. His light shorts rode high up his thighs and his oversized tee (which Jason was certain used to be his) had at some point crawled up to expose his toned stomach. Even his bruises seemed like the painted touch of an aesthete. Creeping along Peter’s side, from thigh to waist — courtesy of a wall Bane had thrown him through last night — the faded mottling of green and yellow made Jason think it could have been a tattooed sign of Pamela’s affections, rather than the remnants of violence they really were.

The image of him was obscene and Jason wasn’t the only one to notice. Several women — and a healthy dose of men, along with a handful of folks whom Jason wasn’t confident enough to gender — stared or did double takes as they passed. Jason tried not to glare: there was just something magnetic about a sun-warmed Peter. Jason’s guts churned with pride and possession, torn between wanting to cover Peter up — shield him from the public’s appreciative gaze — and laying claim upon the beautiful man with his hands, his mouth, his —

Well.

Jason, the paler of the two, was a crow in comparison. He’d gone for his usual affair: dark jeans, boots and a light-coloured henley to hide away the most conspicuous of his scars. His denim jacket had been quickly discarded as the sun carried on, and Jason was certain he could feel the beginnings of sunburn on the back of his neck and the bridge of his nose (what he would do for some shade right about now…). There was nothing special about Jason compared to the glossy beacon of bliss laid out beside him, which was perfectly alright with him. Jason Todd might enjoy stealing the spotlight (from the Waynes, at least), but Jason did not.

Look all you want, he couldn’t help thinking uncharitably as yet another person walked past and laid eyes on Peter. He’ll never be yours to touch.

“Feed me,” Peter suddenly demanded, breaking Jason from his reverie.

“We just ate.”

Evidence of their lunch — a plastic bag full of trash tucked under their picnic basket — was barely a foot from Peter’s splayed arms. Even so, he turned his head and opened his eyes to glare.

“Feed me,” he said again. “I require sustenance.”

A smile crept up on Jason despite the bossiness. “And what does your heart desire, your highness?”

“Mm…” Peter’s face scrunched up with thought. “The grapes.”

Jason did laugh then. “And shall I de-seed them, too?”

“Naw.” Peter’s grin zinged right through Jason. “They’re seedless. You could skin them for me?”

“Don’t try your luck,” he said, voice turned low with toothless threat that succeeded only in Peter twisting sinuously so his thighs cupped Jason’s back.

“Pretty please?”

Jason attempted to ignore both the plea and the pleading eyes and failed miserably on both accounts. That look was dangerous and Peter used it to his advantage far too often.

He had to lean over Peter to get to their basket and Jason couldn’t resist laying a hand on Peter’s side as he did so. Peter’s skin was molten-hot under Jason’s palm, soft to the touch as he ran his hand daringly up beneath Peter’s shirt, fingertips grazing over the gentle swell of his pecs. Peter shivered, breath stuttering, stomach clenching. Jason felt smug all over again when he withdrew, clamshell tray of grapes in hand.

Expectantly, Peter opened his mouth. His eyes crinkled, half from the sun’s glare, half with a smile. Jason was lost for a moment in the shadows his thick lashes cast across the bridge of his nose and the crest of his cheek. But the burnished pink inside of his mouth proved too strong a spell. With a huff of embarrassed laughter, he broke off a grape and held it to the chapped pillow of Peter’s lips.

Obscene, the way Peter plucked the grape, lips brushing gently over Jason’s fingertips. He hummed with pleasure as he chewed: the grapes were still a little cool despite the summer heat. The crisp slice as Peter’s incisors bit through the thin skin was audible.

The back of Jason’s neck flushed hot. Be it from desire, embarrassment or the weight of the thousand concert-goers that were surely watching them. Only, when Jason glanced up, he saw that no one was paying them any mind. The band on the stage was saying something about this being their last song that people should sing along to — fat fucking chance of that in Gotham, but kudos to them for trying.

Abruptly, Jason was reminded of that line from The Great Gatsby. How did it go? Something about large parties… They're so intimate. At small parties there isn't any privacy. He understood the appeal. All those people around, but they were all focused on the stage or each other, not the little bubble of closeness Peter and Jason existed in.

When he looked back at Peter, it was to see that sinful mouth open with expectation once more. He’d closed his eyes, probably to shield them from the sun. Feeling daring, Jason pressed the grape a little deeper into Peter’s waiting mouth. Let his thumb rub deliberately against Peter’s lower lip. Felt the catlike purr vibrate through his bones and memorised the motions of Peter’s jaw as he chewed.

In a daze, he gave Peter another grape. Then another. And another, and another… until there were almost none left. Peter took each grape from Jason’s eager fingers with a lazy entitlement and self-assured dignity that Jason had no defence against. A fire stoked slowly in his gut, cheeks warmer than even sunburn could allow.

I want to kiss him, he thought. Bend right down and taste the sweetness from Peter’s tongue. Dig his hands into Peter’s soft hair, spread in a tangle of golden-brown curls over the blanket. Feel the honeyed heat pressed welcomely against his own mouth. He wanted it so badly that it became hard to breathe.

Later, Jason would blame it on the secondhand weed smoke, but if he were honest with himself, he did it for no other reason than he wanted to. There had been so few things in Jason’s life he’d felt he was allowed to take for the simple reason that he desired it. Why stop himself here?

Stomach pitching like he was at sea, Jason took the last grape for himself. Then he curled over Peter, hand resting open beside his shoulder, Jason’s head shadowing Peter’s face from the sun. Puzzled by the shift in light, Peter opened his eyes. They widened with surprise at Jason’s closeness, only for his lids to lower, pupils dilating.

His brows twitched minutely. What are you waiting for? they dared.

And Jason was never one to back down from a dare.

He dipped low, other hand falling naturally on the feverish skin over Peter’s exposed ribcage, so he felt and heard Peter’s stuttered intake of breath. Then he pressed his lips to Peter’s. Soft. A glancing pressure at first, testing the waters. Then again, harder. Peter sighed into the kiss, and Jason used the opening to pass the final grape from his mouth to Peter’s.

Peter twitched with surprise beneath his hand and lips. Jason pulled back just enough to watch Peter eat.

“Had enough now, princess?” he murmured, breath pillowing across Peter’s pinked cheek.

“Hmm…” Peter’s mouth curled slowly into his familiar teasing smile. “No, I don’t think I’ve had my fill just yet.”

Ever obliging, Jason kissed him again and Peter shuddered beneath his touch. No teasing this time, Jason pressed for the advantage, tongue dipping into Peter’s mouth to taste the sweet remnants of grape. Peter flushed upwards, the soft sound of pleasure spurring Jason on. The kiss quickly heated. That simmering fire in his gut gorged itself on Peter’s sugared tongue until Jason was loopy and drunken with the heat blazing between them. The hand on Peter’s ribs crept upwards, seeking out the source of him, the furnace that pulsed with life and Peter writhed up into Jason’s questing hand—

A wolf-whistle broke them apart, but a woman’s cry of dismay had them sharing rueful grins.

“How scandalous, Mr Todd,” Peter whispered, for Jason’s ears only. His face was as red as Jason’s felt.

“My humblest apologies, Mr Parker. I don’t know what came over me.”

A pause. Then they both burst into soft snickers. With great reluctance, Jason withdrew. His hand and mouth felt like ice without Peter’s skin against them. But he wouldn’t give into temptation again so soon. Not until they got home…

Of course… Peter’s sinuous stretching, as if he were waking from a leisurely nap, tried his patience… and Jason was, despite everything… just a man…

A rare sunny afternoon in Gotham

#existential crisis mode #spideyhood #if you see any mistakes no you didn't cause i was definitely fully awake as I edited this #1800 words #jason todd x peter parker #peter parker x jason todd #the freaks match

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