#and he’ll stay right here with him until he finishes talking about the stars. and be held. and try not to feel selfish for enjoying it.

[paperbacksinner]

Matt Murdock NSFW Alphabet

MDNI

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A — Aftercare:

He excels at it. Whether he just edged you for hours, made you beg, or completely wrecked you… he’s immediately in soft, grounding mode after. Cleaning you up, soothing praise, holding you tight while stroking your hair. If you cried or got overwhelmed? He’ll stay up whispering how safe you are.

“You did so well, baby. I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

B — Body Part (His Favorite):

Your thighs. He loves gripping them, spreading them, biting into them. Also obsessed with how they shake when you’re about to come — or can’t stop coming.

> Bonus: He’s unfairly turned on by your neck. He can hear your pulse spike when he gets close.

C — Cum:

Matt’s possessive — and it shows in how and where he finishes. He loves cumming inside you the most — deep, slow thrusts as you pulse around him, then just staying there, buried in you, watching his release leak out as you tremble. But he also has a thing for cumming on your thighs, in your mouth (especially when you keep eye contact and swallow), your stomach and chest, and in your pussy, again and again, until you’re wrecked.

He gets obsessed with the sight — the slick mix of you and him dripping out after he pulls out. Sometimes he’ll finger it back in, watching you squirm. Other times he’ll make you keep it in and kiss you like he didn’t just ruin you five seconds ago.

“Look at that,” he’ll whisper, dragging a finger through the mess between your legs. “So full of me.”

***can y’all tell I like this letter***

D — Dirty Talk:

Oh, God. He’s filthy. Slow, low, articulate — he talks you through everything. From teasing promises to whispered commands. But he can also praise the hell out of you. He’ll tell you what he’s doing, what you’re doing to him, and exactly how he’s going to ruin you.

“You want to come that bad? Say please. Look at me and say it.”

E — Experience:

Extremely experienced — and not just physically. Emotionally, mentally, psychologically. He understands desire, vulnerability, need. And he knows exactly how to handle all of it.

F — Favorite Position:

Missionary with your legs pushed back, deep and eye-locked. He loves watching your face when he breaks you apart. Also into riding — slow grind while he controls the rhythm with a hand on your throat or hips.

G — Goofy:

Almost never in bed. But if you’re feeling nervous or insecure? He’ll crack a soft smile, kiss your nose, say something to make you laugh and feel safe — then flip you over and make you scream.

H — Hair:

Keeps it trimmed and neat — not bare, but groomed. He loves when you tug his hair during oral. And he’s obsessed with your hair — fisting it, holding it while he kisses you, getting lost in the scent.

I — Intimacy:

Even when it’s rough, it’s intimate. Eye contact, slow strokes, hands on your heart and hips. He wants you to feel every inch of him. Emotional connection turns him on as much as physical.

J — Jack Off:

Only when he’s missing you — and only with something of yours nearby (shirt, panties, scent). But he prefers holding out, letting the tension build until he’s desperate and rough with you.

K — Kinks:

Edging, overstimulation, oral fixation, power/control play, begging, praise and degradation mix, restraints (rope, silk ties, his belt), voice kink — he knows what his voice does to you, sensation play — touch, heat, etc., he uses all of it.

L — Location:

Matt is bold when it comes to where he wants to be with you. Whether it’s his dimly lit apartment, the rooftop under the stars, or even his office after a long day of fighting crime, he craves the mix of risk and intimacy. Every place feels charged with tension because he’s always aware of the stakes — but when he’s with you, those risks only deepen the connection and desire between you.

M — Motivation:

The moment your body leans toward his. The way you exhale his name. How you look at him like he’s the only man in the world. He’s feral for you and shows it without hesitation.

N — NO:

He will never push a hard limit. Never do anything that triggers fear, shame, or trauma. He can play rough, but your safety — physical and emotional — comes first.

O — Oral (Giving):

Oh, sweetheart.

He is obsessed.

He could eat you out for hours. It’s not just foreplay — it’s his favorite thing. Holding your thighs open, locking in with his senses. Reading every gasp, pulse, tremble. He wants you to shake, cry, beg.

“Don’t run. Take it. I’m not stopping ‘til you’re soaked.”

P — Pace:

Usually slow and deep. Teasing. Controlled. But when you beg, when you scream his name? He breaks. Then he’s relentless, pounding into you until you’re shaking.

Q — Quickies:

Matt’s not really one for rushed sex, but when the moment hits—whether it’s in an empty stairwell, in the kitchen while dinner is simmering, or right before he has to rush out on patrol. If you’re alone in a stairwell? He’ll lift your thigh, slip inside, and whisper filth into your ear while covering your mouth. He respects the power in quickies, but he usually prefers taking his time to truly savor you. Still, when there’s no other choice, he makes every second count, leaving you breathless and aching for more.

R — Risk:

Calculated risk? Yes. He lives for tension — just not at your expense. If you want to play with it, he’s game. But he won’t put you in a position where you don’t feel safe.

S — Stamina:

Ridiculous. He can go all night. He’ll edge you for hours, then give you multiple rounds. And he’s still hard and aching for you long after you collapse.

T — Toys:

Absolutely into them — for you, mostly. Vibrators, dildos, plugs — he uses them to tease, to warm you up, to overstimulate. He’s not insecure. He loves watching you fall apart with one while he whispers praise.

“That’s it. Show me how bad you need me.”

U — Unfair:

Completely.

He’ll tease you until you cry. He’ll make you beg, then pull back. He’ll use his mouth until you’re seconds from release — then stop and pin your hips down.

“What’s wrong, baby? Thought you wanted to come.”

V — Volume:

Mostly controlled — low growls, dirty whispers. But when he really loses it? Deep moans, breathy curses, your name like a prayer.

W — Wild Card:

Matt loves surprising you with restraint—using his tie, belt, or even just one strong hand to hold your wrists above your head while he takes control. One of his favorite secret pleasures is mirror sex. Even though he can’t see the reflection himself, he loves how you squirm and move, knowing you’re being watched and can see yourself in all your raw, beautiful vulnerability. That mix of your self-awareness and his intense touch drives both of you wild in ways words can’t capture.

X — X-ray:

Not a monster, but well-endowed. Thick, curved just enough to hit exactly where it matters. He knows how to use every inch of it with devastating accuracy.

Y — Yearning:

He craves you constantly. Even on patrol, when he’s in danger — he’ll think of your voice, your taste, your skin. He aches for you when you’re apart. He needs you like air.

Z — ZZZ:

Matt doesn’t get much sleep, but when he finally does, it’s always wrapped around you. Shirtless and still carrying the weight of the day, his heartbeat presses steady against your back, one hand resting possessively on your hip or thigh. Even in sleep, he’s utterly protective, as if you’re the only thing grounding him in the chaos.

[quietwingsinthesky]

thinking about Jack s5 time travel au again. eventually he’s going to break down, right? he can tell himself that sam & dean wouldn’t want him to jeopardize the future by changing the past, stand by and let lucifer carry on with his reluctant destruction while telling himself that this is his job, to preserve the life sam & dean & cas will have, no matter how much he’s watching them and everything else get hurt in the present. and maybe for them, jack would misguidedly stick it out and make sure things go as they should because the life that they will have might hurt, but it’s theirs, right? it’s what they wanted, right?

but again. lucifer is also there. lucifer is the crux of the apocalypse, and he’s taken jack under his wing thinking he’s a rebel angel for lucifer’s cause, and he’s so different. lucifer and Jack having quiet conversations surrounded by natural beauty where lucifer is so filled with love for all of it, so furious with humanity for ruining the world, so angry and heartbroken that god wouldn’t listen to him. he’s telling jack this while jack nods and listens and tries not to say anything that will give him away. lucifer’s grooming his wings for him absently, saying how much he missed taking care of one of his siblings while caged, and jack is trembling from the constant affection he’s being shown from his dad who doesn’t know he’s his dad. who has never been like this around him before. who he didn’t know could be like this.

i think that’s what would break jack and push his hand into trying to change the future. what wouldn’t he do, if he has the chance to save his father from himself?

[flomelias]

mortal kombat ; slasher star sicko!

requested by no one! afab, feminine reader. includes slasher star!johnny cage. warning for nsfw, degradation sprinkled throughout, mentioned knifeplay, + recording. fandom masterlist found here. 🪓 . . . author notes: freak4freak will always be my fav dynamic. johnny cage can canonically punch heads off so i think he gets to fuck nasty as a treat. he’s actually one of my fav mk characters,, shocking bc i write tomas so much ^^; but expect more of him.

johnny cage

— he always knew you liked horror films, but he supposed he never knew the full extent of your interest in killers. until now, that is. oh, don’t think johnny doesn’t notice the way you shudder every time he finishes a particularly thrilling scene. the way you bite your lip as he licks his knife clean and the way you stare as he slowly lifts off his mask during the classic ‘killer reveal’. when the director yells cut, cage looks over at you and winks, a sign you’re getting laid tonight.

— once he’s done filming for the day, he asks if he’s allowed to keep messing around on set so he can ‘really get into character’. of course, he’s given permission to do whatever he wants. it’s johnny cage, for fuck’s sake. he’d throw a fit if he didn’t get what he wanted. every director who’s any director knows that.

— “you like killers, baby?” he teases softly, taking your hand and dragging you over to the set, “i saw the way you were eyeing me.” the scene they left off at took place at a college house party and there was fake blood all over from when johnny ‘killed’ his costar. he’s graceful in the way he manhandles you, pushing you down onto the conveniently placed couch while he gets on top of you. his hands are all over you as he murmurs, “you’re a dirty girl, you know that? i love that about you.”

— oh, how he loves asking you teasing questions in between kisses. “i bet you want to fuck right here on this couch. want the mask on or off, baby?” when you’re horny, he’s horny, and trust me, he’s horny. cage kisses you with a sort of hunger, a sort of dark passion just like his character would. talk about good acting. “if you let me record, you could be a movie star, y’know. stay here, actually, i’ll set up the camera.”

— he isn’t joking, by the way. he comes back quickly with a tripod ready to record every single second of you two together. once the camera was set up right in front, there was no going back. johnny opts to keep his slasher mask on as he spreads your legs, making quick work of your pants and underwear. he’s careless with your clothing, tossing them wherever. someone’ll find them later, be it you, him, or an ill fated coworker. then he flips you over onto your stomach, forcing you to face the camera head on. you’re stuck staring at the recording light as he prepares himself behind you.

— “fuck, you’re soaking,” he mumbles as he lines himself up to your entrance. he pushes himself in and begins thrusting without delay. there’s only one speed setting in cage’s mind at the moment and it seemed to be set very high. he was in character, after all. you were the gorgeous victim and he was the angsty killer— of course he’d fuck you roughly, like he wanted to rearrange your guts permanently. and of course, like the beautiful slut you were, you enjoyed it.

— there’s never a quiet moment between your moans and his taunting. he leans in close to the best of his ability, nails digging into your hips to hold you still as he gives you sloppy kisses wherever he can and compliments you on being such a good hole. johnny even contemplates bringing the knife into play but he decides on saving it for next time. he’ll probably bring it up the next time he wants to fuck you, just to see your reaction. you’d probably like it, if your responses to his current behavior were any indication.

— the closer he gets to climax, the more sloppy and desperate his thrusting becomes. cage can’t help it; your pussy is just that good to him. he takes hold of your hair as he notices your head lolling forward, gently pulling upwards so your fucked out face is caught on the camera. eyes half lidded, mouth almost constantly open to moan out his name — god, you were gorgeous. he’s definitely rewatching the video later.

— “c’mon, c’mon, baby, cum for me, i know you want to,” he grunts, finding that special spot and ramming into it. at least he’s not denying you a good finish. his grip on your hair tightens some and in a clear demand he mutters low, “cum, now.” johnny always waits for you to blow your load first before he does the same. clearly, he’s feeling a bit impatient about it now. at the order, your walls squeeze around him and — there it is, a glorious climax.

— he lets your head drop against the arm of the couch and you can’t even be bothered to say ‘ow’, too busy panting underneath him. your legs twitch some as he thrusts once or twice more and then finishes. the movie star pulls out, rubbing gentle circles on your hips before moving to stand, walking over to the tripod and ending the recording. cage takes a look at the final shots, letting out a low whistle, “you’re a natural, baby. ‘innocent girl gets pounded by local killer’ would do numbers.”

— at your weak glare johnny merely laughs. “fortunately for you, i’ll be keeping your talents all to myself. i’m a sicko that doesn’t like to share.” a slight shiver goes through your body, maybe it’s the cold or maybe it’s his tone. you’d thought he was merely acting for you but.. maybe it’s not so much of an act.

[strip-weathers]

You’re never alone

It’s been two months since Blade came to Piston Peak Air Attack. He trained hardly and even helped with putting out some fires. But the rest of the team didn’t know much about him because he was so quiet all the time and sometimes gives only one word answers.

Today’s fire was bigger than usual and all fire fighters were in bad mood and exhausted. Maru just finished examining one of the Smokejumpers when he saw Blade going to his hangar, looking exhausted and sad.

‘’I wonder what’s bothering him.’’ He sighed.

‘’Give him some time. He’ll start talking.’’ Said a voice behind him.

Maru turned around and saw chief helicopter of the team Ray.

‘’I’m sure he’s gonna talk in some days. He’s still new, don’t forget.’’ Ray said

‘’You’re right.’’ Maru nodded.

- - -

‘’I’m..sorry…Blade..’’

‘’No! Stay with me Nick.’’

‘’Nick please..!’’

‘’NICK!’’

Blade screamed when he woke up, not knowing what is going on. He looked at the clock. 23:50. He sighed.

‘’No. Not again. Please…’’ he whispered to himself.

He decided to go out to get some fresh air and so he did. He was about to go on the cliffside when he noticed the light coming from Mary’s shop.

Maybe I’m not the only one who can’t stay asleep. He thought.

- - -

Mary hummed to himself when out of nowhere… CRACK!

‘��Uh! Why these cans just can’t stay on one place!?’’ Maru yelled but not as loud to wake others.

He was picking up the cans when he suddenly noticed Blade watching him.

‘’Shoot! You’re gonna give me heart attack.’’

‘’I’m sorry..’’

‘’Nah, it’s alrighty.’’ Maru said, offering him a gentle smile. ‘’Come and sit. Seems like ya can’t sleep.’’

‘’Well..I was sleeping..but..’’ he stopped, not sure if he should talk about it.

‘’But?’’ Maru asked.

‘’I-It doesn’t matter. I’ll better get going. I don’t want to bother.’’

Blade was about to leave when Maru. And into his way, closing his shop’s doors.

‘’You’re gonna tell me what’s wrong. Now I finally got the chance. You need to tell me what’s wrong.’’ Maru said calmly but strictly. ‘’Plus I’m y’all’s doctor here. Both physically and psychically.

Blade just sighed, tired to argue. ‘’Alright..’’

‘’Great! So what’s bothering you? What’s on your mind?’’

‘’I don’t know if I should talk about it..’’

‘’Come on. Take it easy and slowly tell me what’s wrong.’’

‘’Okay..’’ Blade took a deep breath. ‘’So before I came here I was a TV star..but I’m sure you know that..’’

‘’Yeah. I do.’’

‘’Mhm. One day on one set, Nick was doing his routine and did a stunt that gone wrong and..he crashed..I was the first one who came to him..but..but..’’

Maru stayed quiet, letting him finish.

‘’I didn’t know what to do..how to help..and he..was gone..gone..’’ he started shaking and breathing quickly.

‘’I’ll never see him again…my best friend..’’ he teared up, laying on the floor, sobbing loudly and closing his eyes tightly.

Maru rushed over to him, surprised that he finally showed some feeling. The negative ones unfortunately.

‘’He’s gone..! GONE..!’’

Maru came to him, putting his forklift arms on his nose, rubbing them against his nose. ‘’Shh..’’ Maru whispered. ‘’I’m here.’’

Blade quickly nuzzled him without caring that someone could see them.

- - -

They stayed quiet for some minutes until Maru got an idea.

‘’Hey..what about putting Nick’s photo on the wall? To honor him.. Do you have his photos..?’’

‘’Mhm. I do.’’

‘’Okay. So go and bring it here.’’ Maru said as he petted Blade’s nose.

Without a word, Blade left and went to his hangar.

- - -

It didn’t take him long to come back, holding Nick’s photos in his mouth.

Maru looked over to him, smiling gently. ‘’Look! I found perfect place for him. In the right lower corner.’’ He took the photo and looked at it. ‘’Whoa, even with signature.’’

‘’Yeah..I did the same to him..’’ Blade smiled a little.

Maru smiled and hung up the photo. ‘’To honor great actor, brother and best friend..Nick Loopin’ Lopez..’’

Blade nodded a little. ‘’Thank you Maru..it means a lot.’’

‘’Heh..anytime Bladey..uh..if I may call you that.’’ Maru smiled innocently.

‘’Sure. But just you, for now.’’ Blade answered, smiling a little.

‘’Alrighty.’’ Maru petted his side and went to his work.

‘’Um..Maru?’’

‘’Yeah?’’

‘’Can I stay here with you..?’’

Maru turned to him. ‘’Heh sure. Just lay somewhere you won’t be in my way.’’

‘’Copy that’’

- - -

Few moments later when Maru finished his work, he turned around to check on Blade and smiled. Blade finally fell asleep and looked relaxed for the first time.

‘’You’re never alone Blade, you’ve got the whole team.’’ He whispered, rubbing his forklift arm against Blade’s nose.

End!

So I wanted to write about Blade telling Maru about Nick and I think it turned out good.

Let me know what you guys think of it!

[pascaloverx]

Rewrite The Stars

Chapter Sixteen — Season Two

Summary: One photo changes your whole life, when you accidentally bump into a celebrity and the world starts to believe that you are a couple.

Notes:

In this chapter, we have an extra character called Enzo, whom I'd like you to imagine as the actor Enzo Vogrincic. And for those who enjoy the fanfic, I appreciate if you reblog or like. To the readers who supported a new season of this fanfic, my heartfelt thanks. I will be writing more chapters like this one or even shorter, as long as you continue to engage and enjoy what I'm writing. Let me know what you think of the new chapter, and happy reading to all of you ❤

chapter fifteen chapter seventeen

Sleeping next to Pedro has been one of the best things in the world. It's even hard for you to go to work every day since Pascal returned from filming. You’re actually savoring your last moments with Pascal, as in a few hours, he’ll be heading to another state to film a guest appearance on a TV series.

"And if we just stay like this for the rest of the week…" Pascal murmurs with his eyes still closed, and you smile. For you, a lifetime like this would be heaven on earth.

"Your suggestion forgets that we both have important professional commitments. But the thought of spending more time with you is tempting. How about dinner tonight?" you say as you try to muster the strength to get up.

"If you finally let me do the cooking. I swear I've been practicing a lot for my role in that culinary show. You'll see, I'll be the best cook on that show," Pascal says as he gets up to go to the bathroom to shower and brush his teeth. You start getting things ready for breakfast.

"You know they're not actually going to force you to cook, right? But I totally support you making our food. In fact, I'm all for you cooking here," you say loudly enough for Pascal to hear. You can hear his laughter from the kitchen as you finish making pancakes for the two of you to enjoy.

"Of course I know they're not going to make me cook, but I want to know what I'll be doing even if it's for the cameras," he says while still in the shower. The sound of the running water makes it difficult for you to hear him clearly.

You prepare the entire breakfast while waiting for Pedro to finish his shower, playing the song "Cheek to Cheek" and swaying gently to the music. You don't even notice when Pedro approaches, taking you by the waist and dancing with you. You lean your face against Pascal's, and in silence, you both dance while the breakfast cools on the table.

"I want this every day," Pedro whispers near your ear, making you shiver as you hear his voice so close and feel his beard lightly brushing against your neck.

"I thought we had already made it clear that we can't abandon our professional lives to live in a bubble of love, Mr. Pascal," you say, looking him in the eyes, and then he gives you a kiss on the lips. A sweet and passionate kiss.

"I'm actually talking about making our life as a couple something more official. You know, like in a marriage proposal, for example," Pascal catches you off guard, causing you to stop dancing and stare at him until you figure out if he's serious.

"Would that be your indirect way of asking me to marry you?" You ask, feeling a bit embarrassed. It would be crazy to believe that he would want to marry you, right?

"I'm asking you to become an official part of my life. Maybe that involves a church and a priest or a simple ceremony. But yes, indirectly, I'm asking if you would like to marry me." He asks so casually that it startles you. He even laughs a little at your reaction. But you can't believe what's happening.

"Are you aware that our wedding means dealing with the media going crazy because of you and my mother freaking out because of me, right? Just letting you know it's not going to be easy." You say, finding it even funny how he doesn't seem worried at all.

"I'm fully aware of what our marriage would entail, but have you ever stopped to think that we would be husband and wife? That officially, every day we're not working, we'll be coming home to each other? To me, it sounds like a win-win situation." Pedro says, kissing the corner of your mouth and smiling. His positivity is enviable.

"Don't you think it would be rushing things? We've only been in a real relationship for a few months…" You try to think of other reasons why this might be a bad idea, but nothing else comes to mind.

"So now that you're done being pessimistic, do you want to tell me if you're going to marry me or not?" Pedro asks in a playful tone, and you look at him with half-closed eyes, but then laugh and kiss him.

"I'll marry you. But on the condition that you're the one who tells my mom," you say between kisses, and Pascal smiles. You can't believe you're going to become Mrs. Pascal.

tag: @wanniiieeee , @hungrhay and @leilanixx

[theglamorousferal]

Cryptid of Smallville Chapter 3

Hey ya'll, this has been a long time coming.

First off, I want to thank everybody who liked and shared! I'm not great at talking to people but know that everything has made me so happy and warms my heart so much that I can barely put together words.

Secondly, I will be writing more, but I definitely won't be able to keep any sort of schedule. I already have a good part of the next chapter started and though it's definitely going to be a shorter one, it will still be good.

Finally, this beast of a chapter. I wrote the first 3/4 of this chapter about a week after I finished the first chapter and then began to second-guess myself about whether people would want an entire chapter dedicated to a lore dump. I fought with myself for literal months before I finally sat down and was like, "You won't be able to do the rest of it until you get this one done, it's important". Finally this morning I sat down and plugged out the last bit of the chapter and after looking everything over again I decided to just post it before I lost my nerve.

Please let me know any critiques you may have, I barely edited this. Thank you so much for the support!! <3 Here's the AO3 link

For as long as he can remember, Danny has always been fascinated by space. Something about the fact that each star out there being home to other planets and all the different things on those planets just tugs at his curiosity. To make it better, it’s infinite, so he can just keep learning about new places for as long as he’ll live. Which might be forever, but he’s trying to not think too hard about that right now. 

He wonders what the members of his Fright are up to right now. Jazz it probably trying to psycho-analyze Vlad who claims that his days of evil are over with and that he plans to just be the chill uncle to both the Fenton children. Tucker’s probably hacking into the GIW again just to mess with them. Sam’s probably planning a protest to try and get some of the anti-ecto acts repealed while Mom and Dad help with the research to back her up. Ellie is probably still hanging out with Pandora learning how to fight ancient style. Danny sighed, most of that sounded really fun, and he really wished that he could learn to fight alongside Ellie. He missed his totally-not-twin.

Right now, Danny is basically on vacation until his body is back to being 16. He basically can do whatever he wants, but he does have to go to school to keep up appearances. He’s allowed to use his powers whenever, but not where anybody can see. Which typically means he’s not allowed to go into low orbit to look at the stars because that’s just a bit far for the Kent parents' tastes.

They compromised with the roof.

So here he was, at the highest point of the Kent family home staring up at the night sky with little to no light pollution and not a cloud in the sky. The Milky Way was on full display as the stars all twinkled above. One thing he noticed pretty early on is that despite this not being his planet Earth and dimension, the constellations are the same. He tracked his way through all of the astrological signs, pausing a moment on Libra as he pictured himself as the balance with morbid humor, and then through the popular ones like Orion and the Big Dipper. He glances next to him a moment later when someone settles down on the roof with him.

“Hey Clark, what’s got you up?” Danny asked, turning back to face the sky. It’s been about five months since he started staying with the Kent’s and he’s forever grateful that they’ve been so kind and understanding with him.

“Not much, was finishing up studying for this new unit in science when I noticed you were up here. Heard you sighing, what’s got you worked up?” Clark sat with an arm braced on his knee and the other behind him staring up at the sky as well. 

“Just thinking about what my Fri- family is up to. I know time works differently here and it’s probably just been a couple days or maybe even hours for them, but I miss them a lot. They’re a crazy mess, but they’re my crazy mess, ya’know?” 

Clark glanced down at Danny, the kid looking a bit lost. He shifted so he was leaning back on both of his hands. “Actually no, I mean, it’s just been me and Ma and Pa out here before you came along. I don’t really have friends at school that I’m close with.” He paused for a moment, staring straight out across the fields. “Mind telling me about them?”

Danny whipped his head toward Clark, scanning his face. “Are you sure? You don’t have to listen to me ramble, I know I can go on and on, and I don’t want to bore you or anything.”  

Clark chuckled, “Nah, go right on ahead and tell me about your family and friends, it’d be nice to hear about the people who helped make you, well you.”

Danny paused looking at Clark’s face for a moment before he blew out a breath and turned away to look at the sky. 

“My parents are mad scientists,” Danny started. “Not in the ‘we’re building a thing to take over the world’ way, but in the ‘this sounds insane but it’s somehow real’ way. They’re the leading scientists in Ecto-biology and Ecto-engineering, also known as the study of ghostly behavior, biology and the properties of ectoplasm. Ectoplasm is both an energy source and the material that ghosts are made of. They make all kinds of things from weaponry to shield generators to tracking devices all based on ectoplasm. Their crowning achievement however was the portal.” Danny paused here, debating how much to say. “They built a portal to the afterlife in the basement of my childhood home, and it’s the reason I have ghost powers.” He decided to not get into the fact that he walked in and had a whole dimension pulled through him as the portal opened, no need to scare poor Clark. 

“Lab safety has always been a thing that was more like guidelines than actual rules in the house, so since growing up in that environment, it led to myself and my family getting contaminated with ectoplasm. I definitely have it worse off than my family members, but each of them has something that’s just a bit off about them. Like my dad lifting things he probably shouldn’t, my mom moving just a little too fast, and my sister does this thing where she’s looking at you and it feels like she’s looking at your soul and it takes her just a little too long to actually blink and then she’s psychoanalyzed you and knows all your secrets. It’s unsettling, but we just live with it. I had a bit of an accident so I got more contaminated which is why I can fly and do other ghostly things.”

“Must be great having people around who’ve studied ghosts and everything when you have ghost powers. If you have them, why were you left with us? Wouldn’t it make more sense to have you stay with your parents who can handle it if your powers get out of control?”

Danny winced at this, “It’s kinda complicated. So I have some responsibilities in my dimension that I kinda need to be bigger for. I have all my power, and who knows maybe going through puberty a second time will make them grow more, but for now it shouldn’t be much. I’m mostly here to get something of a ‘normal’ childhood and to wait it out until I’m my full size again. It’ll be weird because by that point I’ll technically be 26 but hey I’m not gonna have to go through all the ‘adult’ things I need to do, just need to lay low and do some fun kid stuff, maybe do better in school this time around, maybe I’ll be able to pass high school when I get back. Maybe I’ll work on learning some stuff that could be useful like karate, that could be fun, we could do it together! Since we’re both strong we wouldn’t have to hold back against each other!” Danny excitedly looked over at Clark. It was hard to see in the light of the full moon, but it almost seemed like the freckles on Danny’s face were glowing green in his excitement. Clark smiled at his excitement.

“Yeah that sounds like fun, we can ask Ma and Pa together tomorrow.” 

“Yeah! It’ll be great, maybe when I get back I can show off that I’m a black belt just like mom. I can show Ellie all my new moves while she shows me what she learned from Pandora.” Danny smiled to himself and yes, those were certainly glowing freckles. 

“Who’re Ellie and Pandora?” Danny stilled for a moment, the freckles dimming a bit. Should he tell Clark about the whole clone thing? Should he mention that he’s friends with what basically amounts to gods? 

“So Ellie’s like my younger sister/cousin, we are very close and everyone says we could be twins, she’s a bit of a free spirit and is traveling a lot of the time. Right now she’s spending some time with Lady Pandora. Does your dimension have the myth of Pandora’s box?” at Clark’s nod Danny continues. “That’s her, she keeps the horrors in a box that she keeps locked down pretty tightly in the GZ, there’s a whole labyrinth and everything. I did have to help her one time when someone got a hold of it, not a fun time, but hey it was one of the first positive experiences my parents ever had when dealing with ghosts so there is that. Pandora has become something of a doting awesome aunt who can and will teach you how to fight if given the opportunity.”

They lapsed into silence for a bit, Clark content to just sit there while Danny gathered his thoughts.

“Let’s see, I talked about my parents, Ellie, Pandora and a little bit about my sister. So Jazz is the most amazing and overbearing sister known to all kind. She has her heart in the right place, but Ancients if she puts me in soup-time one more time, I’m gonna figure out a way to do it to her and see if she likes it.”

“Excuse me, ‘soup time’?” Clark was baffled. “Actually a few things you’ve mentioned have me confused, what is the ‘GZ’ and why say ‘Ancients’ like it’s a curse word?” 

Danny looked sheepish at that. “Right yeah, I forgot, I’m just so used to talking to people who know. So the GZ is also known as the Ghost Zone, the Infinite Realms or the afterlife. Basically it’s a dimension connected to all other dimensions and houses the ecto-entities of the worlds. It’s where all the afterlives are connected together and there are also, like, gods or god-like beings, which are the Ancients I mentioned, there as well as monsters. Basically anything that gives off a whiff of ‘spooky’ is probably connected to the GZ in some way.”

“So your friends in the corn fields?” Clark trailed off giving a dubious look at the fields.

“Yeah, they’re technically ecto-entities. There are places that the veil between thins and sometimes things crossover. Like, I saw in one of the aerospace books that you also have the Bermuda Triangle as a thing, a lot of those incidents are from the veil thinning there and some natural portals opening up into the Infinite Realms. Sometimes they come back out, but it’s likely going to be a different time period than they first went in.”

“So, ‘soup time’?” Clark asked, getting Danny back on track. 

“Right! So, you know how I mentioned that my parents make some crazy things? Well some of those things are containment devices, but there’s one that works the best out of all of them, and that is the Fenton Thermos. Basically it’s bigger on the inside and can suck in and hold an ecto-entity until it is released, usually through the portal. It’s very cramped and not a great feeling and my sister is rather clumsy so when she first started helping me, she accidentally sucked me into the thermos six times. Six times! Like I get it, sometimes somebody’s aim can be a bit off, but she kept getting me and not the ghost that was attacking! She’s gotten better and can and will join us on patrol if need be, but she’s more like a backup and also our field medic. She’s going into psychology and stuff for school, but she also wants to be a certified emt, it really couldn’t hurt in our town and with what I do.” Danny paused here, seeming to think about the fact he wasn’t home patrolling his Haunt. “Hey Clark, would you mind going for a short fly around the property with me? I need to move a bit.”

“Yeah, sure we can do that.” Clark got up and waited for Danny before making his way down towards the ground. “So you mentioned patrol? What’s up with that? Also do you have any friends you hang out with?” 

Danny started flying in a set route and Clark followed along, curious. “So, you know how I have powers and whatnot, kind of obvious now that we’re actually flying.” Danny and Clark both snorted at this. “So not all things that come through the portal in my basement are good things. I fight whatever comes through and send it back where it came from. Most of the time it’s just animal ghosts that don’t know any better, but there are also ones that know full well what they’re doing and seem to just want to make my life worse. I mean, can’t Skulker lay off me for long enough for me to finish an essay? Honestly.” 

“So, you’re a hero, is what you’re telling me? A vigilante?”  Clark asked, and watched as Danny scanned the horizon for anything weird. Well, at least weird for Danny, which, on second thought, Clark decided he would just pay attention to the child-teen next to him. No need to see things not meant to be seen.

Danny glanced over at Clark, “Yes, though it took a while and some misunderstandings for the town to accept that I’m there to do good. There was an issue with mind control and then the mayor was possessed, it was a whole thing, I’ll go into it later. Anyway,” Danny turned down a path between fields. “So I talked about my parents, a bit about my sister and the basics of ghost stuff, how’s about I talk about my best friends in the whole world?” He smiled at this, a fond wistful thing. 

“So my best friends are Sam and Tucker, and Valerie is getting there. We had a bit of a rough time before she realized I was the ghost boy she wanted to fight. It was a whole thing, but we’ve figured it out. We’ve got a truce going and she’s starting to hang out with us more and trains with us when she can. She’s this badass hunter in a red power suit with a flying surfboard, it’s really awesome. I mean, it wasn’t when she was unknowingly working with my nemesis, but the suit is now tied into her own ecto-signature so he can’t take it back from her now.” 

“So I guess that brings me to my best friends in the whole world, they’ve been with me since before all of this and have stood by me and kept my secret before I told my parents. Tucker is the best hacker that I’ve ever met, and I know a ghost who literally can become electricity. He’s a self-proclaimed carnivore and will not eat veggies unless they’re with an almost equal portion of meat. He’s also the reincarnation of an ancient Pharaoh and will inherit a domain in the GZ when he passes on. He’s been helping out my parents with some of the tech they make and also keeps all our data safe. He also has been working with some people in the GZ to update our tech, specifically stuff for tracking and also medical stuff for ecto-entities. He may hate hospitals, but that doesn’t mean he won’t help when it’s needed.” He paused for a breath here before he basically sighed out, “And then there’s Sam.” His freckles started to glow again when he said her name. 

“Sam is awesome. She’s a vegan and a goth and can and will absolutely beat the afterlife into anyone who messes with any of us. She has some level of powers following an incident that had her possessed for several days, but mostly it’s stuff like enhanced strength and speed, nothing too alarming, and juuuust a touch outside of normal for an athletic human, but she also can take and recover from hits almost on my level. She can talk to plants and grow them very quickly and when needed during a fight she can sprout out vines from the ground to help take out enemies. She’s set to take control of a part of the GZ as well when she dies, just as a princess, but still. She’s really smart and knows all this stuff about mythology and the kinds of things that we end up fighting a lot before the rest of us realize what it is and she’s a great shot too.” Danny seemed more content now than when Clark first came out, and while Danny had been right to warn him about the rambling, he found he really liked it when Danny was talking about the people he loves and things he knows about. 

“So, what other things do you want to do before you go back? You already mentioned karate, did you want to learn anything else?” Clark asked. They started to make their way back to the house since they found nothing along the edges of the property. 

Danny thinks for a moment. Learning new other combat techniques wouldn’t be a bad idea, but he can always learn from masters in the Zone. On one hand, learning politics wouldn’t be a bad  idea, but he has a feeling that it’s probably different in the Zone than in the living world. On the other hand, he was told to treat this time like a vacation, meaning he can just enjoy himself and pursue his hobbies here. 

“Well, I haven’t really had the time to do my hobbies or major interests in the last couple of years, so I guess I could do that. I’m not sure where you are with video games, but I’m sure they’re nowhere near what I’m used to, but building model spaceships and maybe I can try out flight simulators at museums. I’d love to learn to pilot, but right now I have the body of a six year old, so that’s gonna have to wait until I’m bigger. I’ve been a bit interested in the mechanics of things too, my dad’s shown me how to solder computer parts together, so I wouldn’t mind learning about how electronics and engines work. I’ve always wanted to be an astronaut, so I’d have to learn some of that stuff anyway.”

“Oh, one of our neighbors has a small plane he uses for crop dusting and sometimes for fires or rescue things if the police or firefighters need his help. We can see if he’d be willing to take us up sometime! I think there’s an aerospace museum in Metropolis that has a flight simulator, but it’s pretty far away, we’d have to go in winter when we can leave the farm for a day, but I’m sure Ma an’ Pa would take us. I’m sure Pa would be happy to teach you about the engines of the truck and the tractor too, though he might not let you do anything except hand him things until you’re older. As far as video games go, I’m not sure what they’re like there, but we only really have an arcade with some fighting games that are pretty cool. I mean, the Mayor’s kid has a home gaming system, but they’re hard to get around here.” 

“Aw man, I’m gonna end up spending all my allowance at the arcade aren’t I?” Danny groaned as they made their way up the stairs of the house. Clark chuckled, swinging the door open. “But yeah, all that sounds awesome! I hope we can convince your parents to let us do all that stuff.” Danny yawned. “I think it’s time I actually head to bed though. Tiny baby body needs sleep.” Danny floated his way up the stairs, too tired to use his legs and not wanting to wake the Kent parents with the creaky stairs. “Hey, Clark?” Danny asked.

Clark turned back to Danny, about to head to his own room. “Yeah Danny?”

Danny smiled a small smile. “Thanks for listening to me, I think it helped with me being homesick. To, you know, talk about them all. I do wish I could see them and hang out with them all, but I’m glad that I’m here too. For the first time in a while I’m not responsible for anything, I can actually be a kid.”

Clark smiled back at Danny, “Of course, I’ll listen anytime.” He thought for a moment. “You mentioned before about responsibility, you mean the hero thing right?”

Danny nods at first, then tilts his head to the side for a moment. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, it’s not just that. I’m also to be the King of the GZ when I’m old enough.”

Clark’s face drained and he landed hard on his feet. Breathlessly he asked. “King of the GZ? You mean the dimension that connects all the dimensions? You’re going to be King of it all?” 

Danny just nods then sits criss-cross in the air. “Yeah, gimmie a sec, I can make the royal getup appear, you might want to shield your eyes, it’s a bit bright.” Danny called forth his newest transformation, the one that came to be when he agreed to become Crown Prince of the Realms. A bright white light similar to an aurora with static on the edges appeared at his middle and hoarfrost seemed to spiral outwards as the light passed over his body. Left in its wake is medieval looking armor. 

Chainmail that seemed to be made from frost under a breastplate of black metal with his logo etched in silver. A cloak that started as a slippery black faded on the edges to look like the galaxy itself was trailing after him. His bracers were a pale silver and the clothes beneath his armor were a black leather-like material. He had white leather boots that went up to his knees and had the same pale silver metal tipping the toes. Above his head an aurora circled and little flakes of snow would drop into his hair like falling stars. Danny himself changed also, he stayed a six-year-old, but his skin faded to a light blue, his freckles began to glow a bright green as they had earlier. His eyes changed and glowed with a similar green light, and his hair turned white as snow and seemed to float as if in water. His fingertips were a deep navy and clawed, his canines elongated and his ears became pointed. On his finger there appeared to be a ring made of onyx with a gem so bright a blue that it almost hurt to look at, though it didn’t seem to light up the place more than Danny himself.

The most startling thing to Clark however, was not his appearance. “Danny, why don’t you have a heartbeat?” he asked, projecting as much outward calm as he could muster while being twelve and internally freaking out.

Danny seemed confused for a bit before he seemed to realize something. “Oh, right, so right now I’m a ghost, and as a ghost I don’t have a heartbeat, you should be able to hear some sort of almost rhythmic buzzing though, that’s my core, it’s similar to a heart and brain for ghosts.” Clark listened closer and relaxed once he found the buzzing sound. It reminded him of the sounds of a plane engine in the distance.

 “I also completely forgot that I never showed you my ghost form, so one sec, this one’s a lot brighter, I definitely don’t advise looking at this one.” Clark decided to listen this time, as the last time hurt his eyes. 

In a flash of bright white light, Danny appeared once again differently than before. He kept the green eyes, snow-white hair and glowing freckles, but the rest of him looked more like his human form, albeit wearing a black and white full bodysuit. The suit itself was black with the stylized DP logo, white boots, white gloves and a white belt. Danny’s skin was a more healthy tan, though still a bit paler than his human form. 

“So this is my usual ghost form, I’ve been able to change into it since I got my powers and it’s why my parents didn’t know I was who I was at first. It led to a lot of miscommunication and getting grounded even though I was out saving the day. Things have gotten much better since they learned about me and then looked at their research and realized a lot of it was wrong. I’m really proud of them, they looked at all their biased papers they had written over the years and instead of doubling down or letting it ruin them, they instead found a renewed vigor and are learning all they can. They’re releasing paper after paper correcting all the assumptions they had made now that they aren’t blinded by their prejudices.” Danny had a soft smile on his face as his eyes and freckles glowed brighter thinking about his parents. He yawned again. “I think I’ve dropped enough info on you for tonight though, so I’m gonna head to bed. You should too.” Another bright flash and Danny was back to being human, feet firmly on the floor. 

“Yeah, I’ll do that. Sleep well Danny.” Clark appeared to have reached his limit for processing things as he put some dots together. As he lay awake in his bed he realized that Danny is going to be a king to literal gods.

And he thought his math final was stressful.

Part 1 Part 2

[formula-fun]

Em, do u happen to have a snippet/deleted scene for us today? 🥺🥺

Hi hi hi!! I do not have any from if i had words! Still working on writing everything I want to get down so that I can start cutting stuff later. I do however have this very long snippet from a fic i will probably never finish wherein Max announces his retirement and Charles goes through the 5 stages of grief.

“So,” Charles says on the phone that night, “when are you back in Monaco?”

“In a few more days,” Max answers, distracted. He has an airpod in one ear, the ancient pair of Beats that Daniel gave him while they were still teammates perched on the top of his head just close enough to the other ear that he can hear the sounds of the engine revs from the sim. It’s a completely convoluted setup, but it at least allows him to talk to Charles as he drives. “How’s Maranello?”

“About the same as always,” Charles replies. He sounds happy, and Max wonders distantly if he means it in a good way or a bad one. His tone sounds almost fond, and Max nearly bins it into a wall as he focuses on the sound of each syllable. “I went to visit the academy drivers, and they are staying in the same house I used to live in. It is strange to go back. Nothing really has changed.”

“Yeah?” Max asks him. “Are they any good?”

He hums. “Maybe in a few years,” he answers.

Not yet, then. Not good enough to replace Charles, should he decide to switch teams next year. Max wonders at that; wonders if that’s what was on Charles’ mind during his visit. Surely it’s early to be thinking about such things. Maybe it’s right on schedule. He doesn’t know.

“The food has not gotten better,” Charles continues. Through the line, water starts running. It sounds like he’s doing dishes. “A new restaurant has opened, but it's very controversial because it is not the regional cuisine. The team are very angry. We are not supposed to go, but the only other restaurant near the factory is a Michelin star…bar thing. I do not know how to call it. It is like a pub, but very fancy and with no beer.”

Max grunts. He doesn’t either.

“I cannot eat foam and cheese crisps all day,” Charles continues, giggling. “Andrea hates it. He says it is all air. I cannot build muscle eating this.”

“The food in Milton Keynes isn’t better. You would be eating Pizza Express up here,” Max replies, perhaps a bit cruelly. This isn’t the time to bring up Charles’ flirting with a Red Bull contract—not flippantly.

Charles doesn’t seem to notice. “Mate, we should get dinner when you are back,” he says instead. “When do you come in? I am back on Thursday.”

“Thursday for me too,” Max answers.

“Alright, let’s go. I will call that place on your street so they save us a table.”

The place on Max’s street happens to be the only restaurant in Monaco that serves anything remotely resembling Dutch food. It’s where Max always ends up after a bad week, and Max thought they were highly discreet until he’d brought Charles in and watched the owner practically fawn over him in what Max assumed was Monegasque while Charles flushed pink all the way down to the collar of his shirt. He’s fairly certain for that reason that the owners have absolutely no idea who Max is, which he loves. He’s also fairly certain he’ll never have to make a reservation as long as Charles is with him, not that he points that out.

“Sounds perfect,” he says. “Text me the details.”

“Alright, will do,” Charles replies. The water flicks off. “Are you sure you’re alright? You sound a little…”

“What?”

“Different. I don’t know.”

“I’m fine, Charles. I’m on the sim.”

“Ah, I see,” Charles teases. “You don’t even have time for a full conversation anymore, you’re so busy. The life of a champion.”

“You’ll know all about it soon enough,” Max answers. “I’ll see you.”

“Alright. Ciao.”

It’s only after he’s hung up that he registers what he implied; the way it could be construed. He hadn’t meant Charles would be a champion soon with Red Bull. Would Charles take it to mean that? Does he know what Max knows?

Max had meant Ferrari, of course.

Charles probably knows. After all, he can now apparently tell how Max is feeling just based on his voice. Max isn’t sure he has anything left to hide from him.

[tact-and-impulse]

Narumayo Week 2023 Day 4

Getting back on track now! Some mentions of alcohol use in this one.

Prompt: Cuddling

Maya was floating. The fairy lights in Maggey’s living room were bouncing up and down, as she sank further into the plush sofa. She emptied her glass, the cocktail’s flavors of coconut, lime, and ginger rolling in her mouth. Really, everything had been delicious; Ema and Kay were still munching on the remaining chips. The trays of canapes were strewn about, mostly crumbs now.

The star of the dinner party, with her pink paper crown and sash, was giggling. Her cheeks flushed, Maggey adjusted her glasses, and her citrine engagement ring flashed as she reached for the white wine. She hiccupped. “This was so much fun! We should do this again!”

“Some other time.” Franziska moved the bottle away, corking it. She had taken it upon herself to be the strict and responsible one. “Unfortunately, we have to depart. As I promised my little brother, Kay is coming with me.”

Kay’s long ponytail swayed, while she dramatically tossed her hands in the air. “Hey, I’m not that drunk! But I call shotgun in his car!”

“I’m staying with Maggey anyway, I’ll keep an eye on her.” Ema reminded them, past her chewing.

“Oh, that’s right…” Maya mumbled. “I have to get back…”

“No need. I already called your ride.” Franziska replied. “In fact, he’ll arrive soon.”

Soon came quicker than Maya realized, because all she did was rest her eyes and she was lying on the couch in the law office. Nick hovered over her, his fingers gently resting on her elbow.

“Don’t mind me, you can go back to sleep. Looks like you enjoyed yourself.” He wryly said.

“Heh, yeah.” She beamed. The carefree, light sensation hadn’t gone away yet. “Thank youuu for…huh? How did I get here?”

“I carried you.”

“What?! The whole way?”

“Would you have rather stayed in the cab?”

“Nope. ‘Cause I need the bathroom.” She got up, staggering to the toilet.

Luckily, her spare toothbrush was by the sink and she remembered to brush her teeth. Her bun was uncomfortably tight and she took off the band, her hair loosening. Her robes were kind of constricting too…she tugged at her collar, opening it a little so she could breathe better. Satisfied, she returned.

Phoenix was shuffling papers on his desk, although he stared when she flopped onto the couch. He cleared his throat. “There’s water on the table for you.”

Aw, he was sweet. She drank it down, wriggling her toes. “Mm, thanks. How was Det’ctive Gumshoe’s party?” Oops, her syllables were a bit slurred.

“It was fine. We watched the game in the bar and failed in trying not to talk about work. He had a couple beers, didn’t really finish the second before he got slammed.” He tilted his head. “Maya, what are you doing?”

She motioned towards him, with quick flaps of her hand. “No more work! It’s Friday night, and we’re talking. Come join me.”

He obliged, at a snail-like pace. But he did sit next to her. “Where was I? Then, he wanted to do karaoke and we did a few songs until he passed out. I think Larry was disappointed it wasn’t more exciting, but some of the other officers made sure he was home safely. They were going to order a round of shots and that made Edgeworth leave for the door. And I was relieved when I picked up the call about you.”

“You were? I’m happy.” She pressed her nose into his shoulder; he smelled surprisingly pleasant, natural but not overbearing, like pinewood or something.

“M-Maya?”

“You’re so warm. Like the bread ovens we used when we were fake bakers.” She wanted to get closer. Her knee bent, as she threw her leg over his thighs. She hugged his torso and let out a laugh, since he felt incredibly amazing to embrace. She should have tried this a long time ago.

“…trying to kill me.”

“Hmm? What’d you say?”

“Nothing!” Carefully, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. Inch by inch, he relaxed. His chin rested on her hair, as he held her. He exhaled, and she turned her cheek to his chest, enjoying the slow fall.

“You’re a great cuddler, let’s do this again.”

“As an everyday routine?”

“Why not? Unless you don’t want to?”

“I do, as long as you remember in the morning.” His voice was low, sending a thrill down her back. “Good night, Maya.”

“Night, Nick.” She murmured. Feeling safe and content, she fell sound asleep.

[laurathebabex]

To love and to lose (modern fic!)

Note from Lou: please do excuse any spelling mistakes, I can’t read English at times lmao and this is my first time writing on tumblr so please be nice❤️

Summary: Y/N is a very simple girl just wanting to get on with her normal day to day uni student life until she finds out that one of her lecture peers Aemond was mentally suffering, and through a harrowing loss the pair connect.

WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT :)

Warnings and TWs: angst, fear of loved one dying, ALS AWARENESS, funeral, dark themes

*note I don’t think I’ve missed any out but please do let me know if I have

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To the naked eye, it would seem that y/n was part of the furniture, a quiet, lonely girl who never bothered a soul sits at the back of the lecture theatre in her own world.

She was almost a star student, never missing a deadline and though her brains and humble nature were her most prominent attributes…she was drop dead gorgeous, with flaming locks of copper hair and eyes a misty blue she captured the hearts of many men including the lone wolf Aemond, he was one of the rarer types…more suited to Y/N than what she imagined but she never thought that he’d be hiding such a large burden on his broad shoulders.

The morning bell rang twice to indicate that it was time for you to head to your final lecture of the day, it was surprisingly busy for a Wednesday afternoon which meant that there wouldn’t be any decent seats available but luckily there was one good seat…right next to the absolutely dashing Aemond Targaryen the one with the most beautiful sapphire that would cut through your heart every time you saw it.

You were almost nervous when you say to him “Hi, is this seat taken?” To which he replies a simple “no” with an almost somber expression

This was odd behaviour from Aemond, you knew him fairly well and know that he wasn’t a chatty type an definitely not the type of guy that would flirt with you non stop all throughout the lecture but he’d normally be a little more…warm towards you, but today he just seemed off almost as if something had been bothering him.

The lecture finished sooner than expected and at 3 o’clock on the dot, Aemond gathered his things and sharply left the theatre which was definitely a cause for concern as usually despite his cold and icy appearance he was extremely nice and would do anything for you if you needed him and normally after a lecture he would sit and talk for a bit but but today he just left, not even a goodbye or any form of acknowledgment…just up and left.

Something is definitely wrong here, is he ok? I really hope he’s ok, did I offend him? I hope not.

So after the lecture you went on the hunt to find either Aegon, Helaena or Daeron (Aemonds siblings) to find out what is going on with Aemond, whilst on the look out for any of his siblings you ran into one of his philosophy professors Mr. Stark, you wasn’t overly keen on him as he seemed like he cared more about his paycheck than what he did his students and wether or not he made a difference to their lives, but you felt that he could possibly know where Aemond is and why he is acting this way, so you ask him:

“Professor Stark, i was wondering have you seen Aemond coming through here? He seems off and I’m worried about him” you ask knowing that Stark won’t give you a straight answer bc he is a straight up ass and he likes to be difficult but at your surprise he actually tells you

“Y/N, I know that you care very much for Aemond, but I think you need to stay out of it for your own good…he has a troubled home life but that’s none of your concern, he’ll figure it out soon enough” The coldness in Stark’s voice both enraged you and chilled you to your core because although you cared about Aemond, almost to the point of loving him, you needed to let him breathe because whatever he’s going through is his business and only his but at the same time you feel like he needs you as a shoulder to cry on and a confidant.

As you were walking away from Professor dickhead as many of the other students called him, you just so happen to run into Helaena, Aemond’s older sister and biology and ecology student, who of course is observing bugs on the campus grounds and mumbling to herself words that you cannot understand but through her incoherent mumbles you were able to make out

“Beneath the soil, a monster lingers”

Her words rang into your ears as clear as day, which made you realise that Aemond was not being strange…he was mourning a death but judging by the evident sternness of Helaena’s voice whilst mumbling “beneath the soil, a monster lingers” it seems that this person that he was grieving for wasn’t the hero of his life…but then again this was all an assumption, you couldn’t be sure until you heard it from the horses mouth so you continued to look for him all around the campus but as the typical uni day ended, you couldn’t find Aemond anywhere.

You got home fairly quick, quicker than normal actually rush hour was over so getting back to the comfort of home was easier than expected. Luckily for you your mom was out for the evening with her friends, so the kitchen was yours and you could do whatever you want for dinner…you normally preferred it this way as there was nobody in the house to boss you about and tell you how to do what you know best- cooking…it was a secret passion of yours, there were very few meals that you didn’t know how to cook, your favourite was spaghetti in a creamy pesto sauce, you knew this recipe like the back of your hand as according to your best friend Odette it’s one of the best things she’s eaten…you’ve always taken those type of comments to the centre of your heart as it feels lovely knowing that someone loves your cooking as much as you do.

During your usual cooking routine you find that you don’t actually have any pesto, one of the key ingredients of your famous recipe so much to your dismay you have to go to your nearest store to go get some. It’s not a far walk to the store but it’s enough to make you rethink your life choices.

During the trek to the store which felt like a lifetime away, you see a rather familiar looking motorcycle, black with a blue sheen to it, you’ve seen it before but don’t quite know where. With the store finally in sight, you walking speed increases and just as you walk into the store you hear a very familiar voice…it’s him…Aemond still looking as somber as he was in the lecture theatre. You thought about going over to talk to him but what could you say? He looks extremely sad…bless his soul.

You felt extremely bad for him, he looks like he’s going through something you can’t even imagine, you decide to go over and talk to him he seemed to be alone. You decided that in his best interest that you weren’t going to listen to Stark��s advice, I mean what does he know

“Aemond?” You said softly, whilst lightly tapping his arm “Are you ok, I noticed that you seem a little off”

He quickly turned and looked at you, the blue sapphire in the place of his right eye seemed darker than usual almost as if it reacts to his feelings

“Y/N? What luck that you’d be here, I can’t tell you what’s going on right now, it’s…tough” Aemonds voice seemed to crack after he told you that he can’t talk about it right now and as he turned away from you to walk away you grabbed his arm gently and said

“if you need to talk to anyone, please keep me in mind…loss is tough, I get that wholeheartedly but no one should go through it alone because you’ll make yourself ill”

“I wish I was the ill one-“ Aemond interrupted through a choked up voice. “I really can’t talk about it right now, if your available later tonight…we can talk about it then, I’ll ask Helaena for your number so you can give me the address”

Just as you was about to tell him your address, Aemond strode off in his usual fashion towards the checkout line, leaving you both sad and intensely interested in what was so intensely bothering him, later tonight couldn’t come faster.

You got what you needed from the store including some snacks because why not and you headed back to your apartment. As you were walking back from the store, the words “I wish I was the ill one” kept repeating in your head like a broken record, wondering what he meant by that, could it be that a close relative or one of his siblings were very ill? You truly had no idea, Aemond was very skilled in keeping himself to himself he never let anything bother him, or so you thought

Later on in the evening as you expected a phone call came through from Helaenas number, you loudly gulped down your hot chocolate as you waited for Aemonds arrival, you appeared to live not to far away from Aemond so as soon as he put the phone down, you were expecting a fast arrival from him.

About 15mins later, a loud ring was heard from throughout you apartment’s intercom system…it was him, still with the same somber look on his face as you saw him a few hours prior, you buzz him in and as you could hear his footsteps approaching the door, your heart thumped in your chest…as you opened the door he let down his hood and the blue sapphire lit up the room, as it normally did. Aemond strode through the hallway as you directed him into the lounge

“You’ve got a nice place here Y/N, much more…homely looking than my own place” Aemond said with a twitch of his upper lip, somewhat resembling a smile…the first you’ve seen since 2 days ago.

“I tried my best with the decor, I’m more of a…plain person if you will” you let out with a small laugh, the more you spoke to Aemond the more comfortable he seemed.

“Whenever your ready Aemond, please do tell me what’s going on…it’s utterly heartbreaking seeing you so sad” your comforting and warm voice seemed to coax Aemond into expressing himself, in a way that he hasn’t been able to do in some time.

“I’ve been going through it if I’m completely honest with you Y/N, about a week ago my mother fell ill…she’s normally fit and healthy but as of late she’s been finding herself having swallowing difficulties, she’s weak, she slurs her words…I decided to call the doctors a few weeks back and explained to her the situation and she told me that the answer probably wasn’t what I wanted to hear but she wants to run some tests…yesterday evening she called me and told me that her suspicions were right and that she had ALS…i don’t really know how to cope Y/N, just the thought of losing her haunts my dreams at night”

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Your eyes widened and couldn’t stop yourself from becoming emotional, you couldn’t quite believe it…how awful, just the thought of losing your mom was harrowing let alone actually losing your mom slowly.

With teary eyes you comforted Aemond and said “Oh Aemond, I don’t know what to say…I’m so sorry, now that you’ve told me we can work together so I can support you through this as much as I can”

As the days and weeks pass, Aemond slowly started to become more comfortable with sharing his thoughts and feelings with you and the deep connection became apparent to you both. But sadly as he got more confident speaking about his worries with you, his poor mother worsened, and the more Aemond saw her…the more frail and fragile she looked. By the time that Aemond turned 23 his mother’s condition had completely deteriorated to the point that you barely saw the Targaryen children around the small town you lived in.

On one dull gloomy day, the time came…the time that was inevitable to avoid, you passed the Targaryen household to give Helaena back her watch that you borrowed and all curtains, blinds and shutters were closed…Aemond’s mother had sadly passed away.

The church bells echoed throughout the town to mark the saddest death all year, everyone was super close with Aemond’s mother she was a staple council member…she was always the one that would organise all the summer fetes, Christmas markets and charity events…but now the village got so much quieter as her death was felt in everyone.

Summer passed with no summer fete, no markets were put up this year all notable charity events never happened and Christmas was just another day on the calendar. Her funeral was held on a solemn Friday, no laughter was to be heard and no joy to be felt, but in her wake the sun shone through the thick grey clouds signalling a new and brighter day was about to begin.

Two days after her funeral, things started to slowly go back to normal, small businesses started to reopen and the streets became busier. In memory of Aemond’s mother, you decided to throw a charity fete just how she would with all the bells and whistles…but this time instead of Cancer Research, you decided to host the fete for the ALS association…it seemed appropriate in light of the recent events…and to make sure that no expense was spared, all of the Targaryen children chipped in and gave their fair share of work. The planning of the charity fete went surprisingly smoothly, no problems seemed to arise from your point of view, everything fell into place as it should so that everything was perfect.

Two hours prior to the fete, you were setting out the final preparations and out of nowhere you were approached by a grief stricken Aemond

“You’ve done amazingly well with this charity event Y/N, I don’t think I could thank you enough for all your hard work to keep my mothers memory alive without even knowing her personally” despite his grief and sadness being evident in his voice, he seemed to have a glimmer in his eye signalling to you that despite his grief and his worst fears coming true…he still has hope that someone in his life could make him happy once again, you responded to him with a hug…the first hug he’s accepted and embraced since the worst day of his lifetime and despite Aemond not giving any form of emotion away, you felt something…as his true Targaryen nose buried into your soft skin you thought, could it be a spark between you and him?

The fete was amazing, a true representation of how brilliant and true his mother was and much to your surprise you raised £5,495 for the ALS association, such a grand amount which made you extremely proud to be part of such a loving community.

As the final cheque was sent of to the charity, you felt a hand placed lightly on your shoulder…it was Aemond once again but this time he returned with a big bunch of flowers, blue flowers at that.

“Thank you once again for your efforts Y/N, you’ll never know how much this means to me” and before you could respond he pulled you into a kiss, so deep that you could feel all the pain from his body slip away.

“I’ve been meaning to do that for quite some time, your a rare one Y/N and nothing would make me happier than to be yours” he said gazing right into your misty blue eyes, you knew now that this was the spark you were looking for…you’ve never been truly honest with yourself up until now, you’ve loved Aemond for a very very long time but you’ve always been to much of a chicken to admit it so when you saw him completely unfold his feelings to you on that day and when he thanked you for your charitable efforts, you just knew that you loved him.

One hundred percent sure.

“Nothing would make me happier for you to be mine Aemond truly, but first we should give these flowers to someone that i feel deserves them the most” you said holding up the beautiful bunch of flowers to your small aquiline nose.

You walked away from the post box both Aemond and flowers in hand and walked over to the cemetery where his mother was buried…you and Aemond went to go find her plot and the both of you, hands intertwined laid the flowers down in front of her marble headstone.

As the flowers were laid down in front of her name, a blue butterfly flew down and settled on both of your interlocked hands

It must’ve been her.

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A message from Lou:

Hi again! Thank you for reading my fic🩷it was a sad one huh? As I said above in the intermission, if your affected by any of the events in this fic please do get in contact via my twitter account @Louvuvv

I’ll see you soon with a spicy fic! Take care xx

[techycatartist]

As the group gathers for breakfast, Ka can only manage to take a few bites; his appetite is at an all-time low. Though he tries to quell their worries by stating that he’ll “finish it later”, it ends up going right into the garbage bin when nobody was looking. While Ka didn’t use his launch powers that day, he can only manage a fast jog in terms of quick movement— and for shorter than he’d like. “You don’t need to do this to yourself”. Ka looks up at RMT, discarding his empty water bottle; “It’s not a need for me, RMT. I want to do this”. Deep down, Ka knows that she’s right— but given how she reacted yesterday, he feels that he can’t be vulnerable with RMT (or anyone else). Ka spends most of the day dropping in on his fellow Coasterdroids, peeking into their conversations as a way to reassure himself that some sense of normalcy can continue after he’s gone. Unfortunately, most of these conversations ended up swinging towards Ka and his coaster’s inevitable demolition; each time made Ka less confident in his belief. Towards the end of the day, Ka has decided on an ultimatum; he needs to go into his Charging Station tonight.

Initially, the (real) reason why Ka chose to stick around post-closure was because he felt that he was done an injustice by the new regime. But as the days went on, it became clear that it was doing more harm than good— for him and his parkmates. Though Ka told them that he was sticking around because he felt that they still needed him, he now sees it for what it is; they are treating him like a god, martyring him as if he were already dead. As a result, Ka feels like he needs to show them that they are capable of going on without his leadership— he was not any more exempt from death than his parkmates because he was a strata/the park’s star attraction. Ka decides not to mention his plan to anyone else until the moment he returns to his coaster’s station after dinner, making it seem like a spontaneous decision whilst still allowing them to say their goodbyes before he leaves. Ka still barely eats come dinnertime, though nobody decides to comment about it this time around. Sticking around until RMT finishes cleaning the dishes, he asks if she can walk with him back to the Golden Kingdom— to which she accepts without hesitation. The two pass through the Boardwalk section of the park, RMT reminiscing on not just the recently-departed rides (Green Lantern, Twister, Parachute Tower), but all the rides that used to call it home. But as Ka listens on, he begins to feel lightheaded, with his vision blurring slightly. Ka tries to ignore it, but he begins to feel a pressure within his chest. RMT stops talking when she hears Ka struggling to breathe, a look of fear in her eyes. Before Ka can say anything to reassure her, he collapses on the pavement— right in front of the entrance to the Golden Kingdom.

In a panic, RMT scoops Ka into her arms, attempting to carry him to his Charging Station. Despite the adrenaline pumping through her veins, RMT can only carry Ka so far before she falls to her knees, Ka laying on her lap as she frantically searches for her phone to call for help. Ka is barely holding on at this point, the pain in his chest becoming stronger with each passing second. “They’ll be here soon, I promise”. However, Ka knows that his time has come. Using what little strength he has left, Ka reaches out and rests his hand on RMT’s cheek, smiling. ”I’m so lucky to have lived here, to have known all of you. I wouldn’t have had it any other way”. RMT begs for him to stay, with the others coming onto the scene. Ka grimaces, crying out in pain as Nitro, Batman, and Toro pick him up— with RMT clinging on as much as she can. Suddenly, Ka goes silent…and his hand drops from RMT’s face. RMT lunges onto Ka’s body, screaming as it begins to glow and break apart…but there’s nothing else that can be done. RMT’s added weight causes Nitro, Toro, and Batman to fall, bathing themselves in what remains of Ka. Having died outside of his Charing Station, Ka’s body returns to its most primal form, the energy floating up and towards his coaster’s structure. Nitro attempts to hold on to a portion of this energy, but it easily slips through her fingers. Like stars in the night sky, Ka’s structure is lit up with dots of energy, letting it be the center of attention one last time. As the final light fades away, Nitro hugs RMT tightly, who is entirely engulfed in her anguish. The others quickly join in, collectively grieving over a life they’ll never return to.

[lunarmoonanons]

It’s Wonderful News... Right?

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YN is pregnant, and she has to tell Anakin. There's no reason to be worried, it's wonderful news. Right?

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Masterlist

YN paced around her apartments biting her thumbnail as a million things ran about her head. Her friends in the senate had called her over to bring troubling news that the chancellor’s executive powers were making the republic they fought so hard for more like a dictatorship. Her husband was coming home today, and she could never tell how bad the damage from the war would be. And she was currently 5 months pregnant. She and Anakin had spent an intimate desperate night together before he was once again called off to war, now she was uncertain how to tell him there was a baby.

“Mistress YN. I’m certain Master Anakin will be overjoyed at the news.” C-3PO tried to reassure her as he stood on the side.

“I know he’ll be happy. I just don’t want him to make a rash decision for me. He’ll try to do something passionate to show me how happy he is, but I know how much the Jedi order means to him.” YN rambled, her eyes focusing on so many things. “How do I tell everyone?”

“I think you will find a solution, Ma’am.” Her sweet protocol droid tried to assure her once more. YN nodded and smiled in thanks, her pacing finally stopped by the sound of her doors opening. Anakin was home.

“Here we go…” YN whispered and held her swelling stomach.

“Hello love, i brought some food and-” He was interrupted by the sight of his wife and her swollen stomach greeting him. “YN… you’re.. are you?... is that…”

YN walked forward, grabbed his hand, and placed it on her stomach. “Yes. We’re having a baby.”

Anakin was frozen for only a moment, before wrapping his arms around YN and spinning her around. He kissed her face multiple times squeezing against him, then he stopped and dropped to his knees in front of her with both hands on her stomach.

“Can it hear me? Her? Him? What gender is it?” Anakin rambled. YN laughed slightly and placed her hands over his.

“I don’t know the genders just yet.” She mentioned, making him look up at her in shock.

“Genders? Are they twins?”

YN nodded and once again Anakin went to kiss her face. “So… you're pleased?”

“Of course… I didn’t think having kids would be an option before now.” He gave her another hug before pulling back. “We never planned for this. We should talk about what we wanna name them, where they should be raised, what-”

“We can talk more tomorrow. I just want to be held by you tonight. I wanna tell you what I’ve been up to and I wanna hear what you’ve been up to.”

Later, they were cuddled up on her couch. Anakin talking about the war, and the most beautiful planets and star systems he’d been to. About how he and Rex would escape death more times than he could count.

“I’ve seen Ahsoka a couple times.” YN mentioned, making Anakin look at her. “She’s snuck onto my balcony some times, I’ve had to just give her a secret code so that she wouldn’t have to sneak anymore.”

“Has she… asked about..” Anakin started, too ashamed to finish the thought.

“She does ask about you. You know she doesn’t blame you. It’s just the jedi order she lost faith in. I plan to tell her soon, I’d like her to be in their lives.” YN spoke as she scratched his scalp.

“I don’t think I can stay in the jedi order. I don’t want our children to-”

“Let’s not make a rash decision yet. You’re needed on the field. I’m needed on the senate. We’ll take this one day at a time, and once our children are here we can decide what futures we want to give them. Okay?”

Anakin sat up and kissed her deep. His hands were delicate on her cheeks as her fingertips returned to his scalp. One day and a time, just until the babies are born. It will be fine.

[some-of-us-watch-the-sunset-too]

(This might be kinda specific 💀) can you do headcanons of like the gang with an s/o or friend (your preference) who's a playwright that just debuted their first ever play. Like, headcanons of them at opening night, watching her play, knowing it's a really big day for 😭 omg i'm so sorry this is really dumb, feel free to ignore it!

A/N: don’t worry anon!! i saw this and got so exited! you’re talking to someone here who’s obsessed with musical theatre!! (i didn’t specify if you were their S/O or their friend so you can interpret it either way. 😊)

The boys x playwright!reader

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Darry

During the process of writing the play he was very supportive. Long nights of staying up working on the script meant that Dar was staying up with you giving you a steady supply of coffee and pointing out any grammar mistakes.

He helped to build the set and get everything into place. you had enough to worry about writing and directing, it was the least he could do in his opinion.

On opening night he was backstage helping out and making sure you didn’t get too stressed. he congratulated you over and over.

When the curtain closed at the end of the show he gave you the biggest hug ever. You head back to the curtis’ and have a quiet night, Dar makes hot chocolate and popcorn and the two of you watch a movie together

Ponyboy

While you’re writing the show he proofreads it and tells you whether he’d enjoy it or not. he’s brutally honest too so don’t be too sensitive!

During the lead up to the show he helped pick out costumes and helped with anything you asked him too really.

I honestly think he would ask you for a small part in the play, and you’d write in a character just for him! he’d be over the moon!! He would come to you everyday asking about your opinion on his interpretation of the character and if you thought he should do anything particular in any scene if it wasn’t scripted.

On opening night he’d be right there holding your hand until he had to go on. He’d be as nervous as you!! But at the end of the show he would congratulate you and the two of you would go to the lot and watch the stars

Sodapop

He’d be very supportive, but he wouldn’t have any interest in the writing process. He’d make sure you didn’t overwork yourself though and basically drag you to hang out after you did some work.

Once rehearsals start though? He is all in for helping. He’d help with casting and then offer to help out every actor with there scenes if they needed to practice but their scene partner(s) wasn’t there

He helps a certain amount with set building, and anything he couldn’t help with he’d ask Darry to do. He’d move boxes, paint walls, when you realised you needed something done he was already halfway finished it!!

After opening night he would brag to everyone like “yea my bsf | S/O did that, they’re pretty amazing” and he’d probably plan a surprise party for you after it!

Dally

Honestly i think he couldn’t care less about theatre. Unless it’s musical theatre. i’m tellin ya, if he was here now he would LOVE heathers. So if you’re writing a musical? he will demand that you write in some cool, bad boy type character for him to play. Preferably with a solo song.

I HC that in general he just loves music, so he’d help you write the score (thats what it’s called right?)

after the show expect him to be all arrogant and congratulating himself for how well he performed but once you two get alone he’ll congratulate you.

After everyone goes home after the big party you 100% had, Dal would get Buck to let you two stay down in the bar even after closing just for quiet drinks yk?

Steve

Steve tries to be interested he really does, but he just can’t be bothered to read the entire script over and over after every draft you make. but he will stay up with you on late nights and make sure you don’t overwork yourself

He helps to build anything that needs any kind of mechanics on set and is happy to help with the tech side of it.

He plans a party on opening night but doesn’t tell you. you think that you’re just going back to the Curtis’ for a few drinks.

If you two are just friends? lots of high fives and maybe a few hugs as a congrats. but if you’re his S/O, he cannot keep his hands off of you for more than 5 minutes. he’s just so proud of you!

Two-Bit

Ah Two-Bit. my poor (kinda dumb) boy. He will be asking you questions 24/7 about the plot and you’ll have to explain it like 5 times (if you’re anything like me it’ll be a very complicated storyline)

He will try to stay up with you, really he will! but he will also fall asleep wayyy before you

come time for the show he’ll probably ask you if he can stay backstage with you and whether you let him or not he will. anytime you tell someone to do something two will just follow with a “YEAH!”

I honestly think he knows that you’re tired and don’t really want a big party so he’d probably just buy some beer and the two of you can go back to one of your houses and have a quiet drink.

Johnny

He will help you as much as he can, especially with the personalities/names of characters. Hey, he names every stray cat and dog in Tulsa! he knows what names suit people!

He might ask for just a small part in the show, nothing too big, he just wants to be part of it.

He’ll make sure that you’re ok and not too stressed while the show is going on, he’ll hold your hand tightly for reassurance.

After the show he knows that you probably want to go spend time with people and go out partying but he will offer that the two of you could hang out in the lot for a bit. (And as much as i don’t like johnny you better say yes >:( he will never tell you but if you say no he’ll be really upset)

[zuluc]

summary: how the genshin boys give hugs

characters: childe, diluc, kaeya, razor, venti, xiao, xingqiu, zhongli

style & genre: bulleted & written; fluff

warnings: none

notes: a self-indulgent fic for my birthday yay, i hope you guys enjoy this I just really want a hug but it’s hard to see friends right now 🤧🤧

Childe

sometimes a side hug or quick embrace; sometimes not because there are days he never wants to let you go

his outward persona is lost because he trusts you

once his arms come around you, you feel like the life is being squeezed out of you, in a good way of course

there are still traces of his past he has yet to share but he wants you to know how much you mean to him

Paimon had stayed behind to finish that chop suey Su Er'niang offered you both. You finished your share, giving some to your companion, and you left to sight-see around Liyue. 

It’s different from Mondstadt and there were quite a bit of things to get done here for your journey. Your feet take you to the stairs leading up to the Wanwen Bookstore and you hope no one has bought out the book you wanted to finish.

Before you could take a step upwards, someone grabs your wrist and pulls you into a small alley. You hand comes up to summon your sword but then your vision is obscured by a head of copper hair. You gasp when his arms tighten around your torso while he heaves a sigh beside your ear. He lets go after a few seconds and you can see the smile on his face.

“Just a recharge,” Childe winks and turns around to get back to what he was doing.

Diluc

he gives the type of hugs that hold so much emotion that he hides from the public

his body runs warm and appreciates when you snuggle further into him when he has you

his hugs are never quick and he likes to take his time, his hold tight enough to make you feel safe but loose enough to allow you to leave if you so wish

rarely initiates them but will take full control when you’re in private

You could tell when the work he had was becoming too much for the night. The annoyance tainted his handsome features and you just wanted to take it all away. Diluc worked hard, everyone knew that, but he was only human. 

You give him the letter Jean wrote out and proceed towards the door to get back to your own duties. Your name rolls off his lips and when you turn around to look at him he’s gesturing for you to get closer. When you’re mere inches from his desk he stands up and places one hand on your back and the other on the back of your head, burying his face into your neck.

The temperature outside was chilly and his naturally warm body contrasts to how you felt prior. You can feel him frown against you when he feels how cold your skin is.

“Will you be coming back tonight?”

Kaeya

he gives you many hugs, anywhere and at anytime

there isn’t a day where you never receive one and if that every happens, the next day will include even more

will almost always lift you off your feet and/or catch you off guard; he likes to keep you on your toes

even when you’re just standing around waiting for another mission or watching the sun set he’ll hold you close against his side

He’s late. Again. 

You finished off the last of the slimes around Starfell Lake with little to no damage to yourself, luckily, but someone was supposed to assist you to get the job done faster. You look around for any more enemies before kneeling down and dipping your hand into the water. It was cool against your skin, relaxing you after the day’s work. But it might have been just a bit too peaceful.

A force pushes you forward and you close your eyes to brace for the inevitable impact into the water. You wait a few seconds before realizing that you are still very much dry, but there’s something blocking you from lifting your arms. Kaeya chuckles behind you as you lightly hit his arm, hugging you tight.

“I got you,” he says with a smile.

Razor

he’s an awkward hugger, mostly because he doesn’t know how these things work as well as that he doesn’t want to hurt you

he doesn’t know where to put his hands and they usually end up against his sides before he realizes that he makes you think he doesn’t like them

when he gets more comfortable, his hugs are gentle and soft

he grew up with the wolves and these types of things just didn’t happen, but you make his heart soar

He’s taking a casual walk in Wolvendom to reflect on what Lupus Boreas had told him only days ago. He wasn’t a wolf, he was human, but he couldn’t accept it so quickly. His mind wanders and he doesn’t hear the steps, or rather running, behind him. It’s only until you jump on his back that he realizes.

You knew that he was thinking about what happened and you wanted to return as fast as you could to check on him. You slide off his back and he gives you a forced grin. Razor avoids your gaze but you place your hands on his shoulders to square them towards you.

He appreciates your presence and he wants nothing more than comfort, hands twitching at his sides. You’re aware of his little signals and smile when you hug him tightly. He closes his eyes and breaths in your calming scent while hugging you back with care.

“Thank you.”

Venti

there’s a sense of happiness once he hugs you because it just makes you feel lighter and free

there seems to always be a slight breeze about him and you can feel it brush your face when you rest your head on his shoulder

he comes and goes but never forgets to hug you before and after he returns to see you

his hold can range from very loose to holding on just a bit tighter

Venti left a month ago and you knew that’s just how his way of life was. He was never one to stay place for too long, much like the wind you would say. You yourself were someone who likes to travel around, but everything always brought you back to Mondstadt. 

You stand overlooking the city at “your usual place,” as he liked to call it, for some peace of mind. You sit on the edge of the statue’s outstretched hands and lean back on your hands to take in the view. A soft breeze passes by you and your ears pick up a quiet sound behind you. You smile and stand up, immediately wrapping your arms around him. 

His own naturally fall in place behind your back and a light laugh escapes his lips. It was nice to see you again, as always.

“Missed me?”

Xiao

he used to be so stiff when he first started hugging you as he never had physical contact with anyone

being you, he warms up and learns how to properly hug someone

will have a hand behind your head because he wants to make sure that every part you of is against him

he’s very protective of you in general and it gives him a peace of mind knowing he can keep an eye on you in this way

You’re sleeping, sitting in his lap with your head resting against his chest as he sits on the balcony of Wangshu Inn. You came to him only a few moments ago and it was clear that you took the time to clear out nearby hilichurl camps due to the small scratches and bruises you had on you.

Xiao narrows his eyes at more of the culprits across the water on the little islands, making a note to do something with them later. You mumble in your sleep and he looks down to see your brows furrowed. He cups your face gently and smooths his thumb over your cheek which causes your face to return to it’s peaceful state and you move closer to him. 

It was surprising that he fell for someone. You made your way into his life so unexpectedly and now he just wanted to take care of you. And he wouldn’t change a thing.

“Rest well.”

Xingqiu

very proper hugs because they are reciprocated in with the same energy, or even more, than the ones you may give him

he has no problem in giving you hugs away from prying eyes

he would usually whisk you away onto adventures with him with a promise of them

will get flustered when you hug him while saying just how much you appreciate him

You’re amused at the way he presents himself to others and talks to them as expected of him. Xingqiu was known to be mild- and well-mannered as his mischievous side was hidden from those not so close to him.

You both manage to escape the party, standing beside each other as you look up into the night sky. He feels less restricted with you and he takes this opportunity to lace his fingers through yours. You give him a fond smile and return to staring at the stars.

An idea pops into your head and you let go of his hand, him giving you a questioning look before he is brought into a hug. Xingqiu blushes at the suddenness of your actions but returns it nonetheless. His eyes keep diverting to the house so you have to reassure him that no one can see the both of you. 

“Let’s get out of here.”

Zhongli

he enjoys hugging, contrary to what most might think

he likes the intimate feeling and being close to someone he loves in such a sweet way that can be done anywhere

he will never deny you of the affection and if you initiate it he will go through with it no matter what

he’s always looking at you paired with a soft smile on his face whenever he has you in his arms

Zhongli’s voice pierces the quiet as you both take a stroll outside of Liyue. He’s telling you of its history and old traditions that have disappeared throughout the years, but you’re becoming tired due to the sound of his voice.

When you’re out of sight from the guards at the front gates you give a slight tug to the end of his coat sleeve. He stops in the middle of his story and sees that your eyes are growing weary. You keep your hold on his sleeve until you pull yourself to rest your head on his chest, closing your eyes and content with the sound of the night as you’re against him. 

He holds you close, making sure that you’re not actually asleep as it would make for a very interesting walk back. You tell him that you’re just resting your eyes for a few moments and that he can keep talking. That you love the sound of his voice. Zhongli places a kiss to your forehead as he continues, adoration for you clear in his eyes.

“Now, where was I...”

[introverted-scribblings]

Waking up with their S/O

@insane-horror-movie-addict I promised you fluff, so here you go. Here's Masky, Jeff, and Toby waking up with their s/o!

Tim/Masky:

Waking up with Tim is the softest thing ever.

He usually wakes up before you, daylight makes it hard for him to sleep in.

But when he does wake, he rarely gets up right away. Especially not with you in his arms.

No matter how you two fall asleep, he always wakes to find you curled up against him in some way. And he wouldn’t change that for the world.

When he wakes up, he likes to watch you. Not in a creepy way! He’s just so enamored by you. And seeing the sunlight play on your features makes you look ethereal.

You’re his precious angel and he has no idea how he got so lucky to have you in his life.

He’ll lay with you until you wake up, and when you do he’ll whisper good morning in that sexy, low morning voice. It makes you melt every time.

Now sometimes, it’s not Tim that wakes, but Masky. And he doesn’t really have the time to lay in bed.

He can’t stop the guilt of leaving you alone in the morning, so he usually tries to make it up to you later ;)

However, unless he’s in a rush, he usually leaves you a little note on the bedside table wishing you a good morning. Sometimes he leaves one of his shirts folded there too so you can wear it and think of him. (You steal his clothes anyway so there’s really no stopping it)

On the rare days that you wake up before him though… You get the gift of seeing him truly relaxed. His breathing even and slow, no furrowed brow or stressed expression, just pure tranquility.

And you couldn’t ask for anything more~

Jeff:

You always wake up before Jeff.

He likes to sleep in as long as possible so he tries not to wake up super early. Which usually ends up with you getting up first.

You have to be careful though, it’s actually very easy to wake him up. And he’s usually a grouch about it whenever someone wakes him before he wants to get up.

So even if you wake up early, you tend to stay in bed for a little while until you absolutely have to get up.

Because as soon as you move, he’s awake.

He’ll grumble and look at you with a half-hearted glare. He doesn’t have the energy to pretend to hate you yet. Especially when you give him that sheepish smile and quiet “I’m sorry…”

He’ll sigh and shuffle under the blankets, opening his arms for you to join him.

You’d be a fool to pass up Soft Jeff Hours™, so you tend to curl up with him when he offers this.

His fingers will trace patterns along your back or run softly through your hair.

“Jussa few more minutes…” he’ll slur in a drowsy tone.

“A few more minutes” usually turns into a few hours, so if you have somewhere to be? Set an alarm.

You’re the only one who can wake him with little to no consequences. Count your lucky stars.

It’s because he loves you, and mornings with you are the best part of his day~

“Ticci” Toby:

Boy sleeps like a LOG.

You could hit him with a mallet and there’s no guarantee he’ll wake up.

Waking up before him is pretty easy, and you can even get out of and back into bed without any problems.

In fact, that’s a common occurrence with you two.

You’ll wake up, taking in his cute sleeping face, before getting out of bed to do whatever needs to be done in the morning.

If you��re fast enough, you can then crawl right back into bed and curl up in his arms for a little while longer before the day officially starts.

His favorite thing is when you get up before him and make breakfast. Because you bring it back to bed with you!

When you do this, you set the tray of food off to the side and crawl over him. You’ll begin pressing little kisses all across his face to coax him into consciousness.

You know he’s awake when he starts making exaggerated snoring noises. He just wants more kisses.

The two of you will cuddle together and eat whatever meal you prepared, talking about what the day will hold and what your plans are.

There are rarely mornings where you two are quiet, but the mornings are always soft.

And once you’ve finished your breakfast, if there’s still time, you two will just curl back under the blankets and hold each other.

He’ll gaze into your eyes with the most lovestruck smile on his face, telling you he loves you over and over and over again until you’re giggling.

“I’m not joking,” he says. “Stop laughing!” But it’s hard to stop as his fingers ghost over your sides, encouraging your fit of laughter.

You two are the sweetest~

[sunrisefairy]

My muse

Pairing: Art student!Sirius x reader Warning: NSFW! MDNI 18+, swearing, fingering, unprotected sex, if I’ve forgotten anything please let me know! Summary: Sirius is struggling with an art assignment until he finds inspiration in his girlfriend. Or the one when Sirius and reader bang on a canvas.  A/N: wrote this for @anxiousblanketqueen writing challenge, I had a lot of fun with this one Jill so I hope you enjoy it too. Based of the prompt Art Sex. This article is helpful with visualising the art work!

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“Oh my god this is fucking bullshit!” Sirius groans before throwing his paint brush, it landing with a clatter on the hardwood floor of his art studio.

You hear all the commotion from the kitchen and decided to check in on your boyfriend. It was nearing the end of the term and Sirius had been very agitated and snappy from all the stress.

“You okay babe?” you poke your head through the door to see Sirius standing in the middle of the room, practically death staring a half-finished painting resting on one of his wooden easels.

“Fucking bullshit,” your boyfriend mumbles, clenching and unclenching his paint stained hands.

You slowly walk up to him and wind your arms around his waist and kissing his back through his white cotton t-shirt, “wanna talk to me about it?” you whisper.

Sirius twists in your grip until he’s facing you allowing you to get a good look at him; his shoulders are tense, his jaw clenched tightly from the pressure of school and his eyebrows are furrowed which has become a regular facial expression of him the past few weeks. You reach your hand up and delicately trace the worry lines in his forehead. Sirius immediately relaxes at your touch; his faces becomes more natural and his shoulders slump. Since dating Sirius you’ve come to understand how much he struggles to talk about his feelings. He doesn’t like dumping his problems on those around him as it makes him feel like a burden. So you try your best to be patient with him and always remind him you’ll be here no matter what.

“Just stressed about school,” Sirius murmurs his eyes looking down at the floor between your bodies.

You let your hand fall down to his shoulders, lightly squeezing, “yeah? What about school?”

Sirius’ hands find their way under the t-shirt you’re wearing which evidently is one of his that you’ve stolen, he lets his fingers trace patterns on your warm skin. “Just this one assignment is making me go insane. Can’t seem to get it right.” He gestures to the canvas sitting in the middle of the room.

If you’re being honest, anything Sirius paints leaves you memorised and evokes numerous emotions from you. You are constantly telling your boyfriend how talented he is and every time he’ll roll his eyes at your compliment. “I think it looks amazing babe,” you state truthfully.

To no surprise, Sirius rolls his eyes at your comment. “yes, well you have to say that ‘cos you’re my girlfriend.”

Sirius leaves your embrace and walks back over to the painting, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning so intensely you think laser beam might shoot from his eyes and through this artwork. He starts mumbling again, irritation is laced thickly on his words, “representation of raw love,” he mocks, “what a load of utter crap. My professor is so pretentious, the only instruction he gives us for this stupid bloody assignment is ‘make a piece which represents raw love’ what does that even mean? I’ll tell you what it is, it’s fucking bullshit.”

You shuffle closer to Sirius so you’re standing at his side, both staring at his current piece. You’re not really sure how to help, you’re no artist but you hate seeing Sirius so worked up. “What are other people in your class doing for the assignment? Maybe you can gather inspiration from them?”

Sirius shrugs and stuffs his hands in his dark jeans which are covered in paint splatters, “Kirra’s doing a photography piece of her husband and kids, Gage is making some sculpture of his dog.”

“Alright,” you pause for a brief moment “well maybe think of ways people show love or how you show love, like real emotional love ya’know?” you feel like you’re grasping at straws here and making up some bullshit.

You glance over at Sirius, he’s biting his bottom lip deep in thought, you stay silent not really knowing what else to say to assist him. Slowly a look of realisation washes over your boyfriend’s face, eyes wide and a grin gracing his lips. “Holy shit baby, you’re a genius!”

Butterflies erupt deep in your belly from the praise and you giggle when Sirius starts peppering your face with tiny kisses to show his gratitude. Eventually he connects your lips together in what you thought would be a short but sweet kiss. However, you squeak in surprise when Sirius quickly deepens the kiss, his hands gripping tightly at your waist before slowly moving them down to grope at your arse.

“You should probably get working on your project then Sirius,” you breathe against his mouth, disappointed to stop things before they get too heated but you know Sirius’ inspiration comes and goes in waves and if you wait until after the two of you get off, then he might fall back into feeling unmotivated again.

“I am working on it,” you pull away confusion all over your face.

“What do you mean?” you query.

Sirius chuckles and moves away from you to move the canvas and easel to the edge of the room out of the way, he starts laying out a large piece of cream canvas fabric on the floor. “Think about it, what’s a way people show love?” he asks you, squirting numerous colours of paint carelessly onto the fabric.

“Babe there’s a lot of way people show love,” you answer puzzled, what did making out with you have to do with his piece? And why was he now squirting colours onto a blank canvas.

Sirius continues, “yes I know that but what about a raw, emotional way people show love? a primal way to show love so to speak?”

When you finally look back up at Sirius’ face you’re met with a cheeky smirk that you know all too well. It’s not until he removes his shirt do you connect the dots. “Sirius I’m not letting you fuck me on this canvas for a university project for god’s sake.”

The raven-haired boy’s grin only widens as he slowly moves closer to you, his eyes burning into your skin. You feel hot and vulnerable under his gaze, it’s like he’s stalking his prey. Your breath hitches in your throat when Sirius’ body is pressed flush against your own and you can feel his hot breath fanning your face as he speaks in a low, hushed tone, “I’m not going to fuck you,” his voice drops an octave like it does when he’s feeling horny. Just the tone of his voice alone causes a wetness to pool in your panties. “Wanna make love to you baby. Wanna show you how much I love you, can I do that darlin’?”

You bite your lip trying to swallow the moan that is threatening to spill from your mouth when Sirius starts leaving sloppy kisses on your neck. Damn Sirius Black for knowing all your weak spots.

“Just want to make you feel good baby girl,” he tugs the off t-shirt your body. “Can I do that? Can I make you feel good?”

You close your eyes and focus on Sirius’ large hands cupping and massaging your breasts tenderly, you always were putty in his hands. Fuck it you thought. “Yes, please make love to me Sirius.”

The boy grins and whispers a thank you against your skin. He takes no time in removing both of your clothes until you’re standing in front of each other naked. You and Sirius take the opportunity to study each other. You gaze over all the curves and lines on Sirius’ body, the way his muscle flex and move, the freckle on his hip bone, the tiny scar on his left shoulder, the coarse hair of his happy trail. He was beautiful, stunning, breathtaking. And he was all yours.

Sirius helps you lay down against the canvas, you gasp at the cold, squishy feeling of the paint beneath you. It feels foreign but not unwelcoming, you wriggle a little, enjoying the way the substance slides around. Sirius kneels between your legs, relishing in the way your chest is already rising and falling frantically from arousal, “so gorgeous darlin,” he traces a finger down from your collar bone all the way to your core finding it soaked already.

You squirm when Sirius teases your entrance with his finger, the cold paint moving and mixing into the canvas under you. A quiet whine escapes your lips the moment Sirius pushes his index finger inside you and starts pumping it steadily.

“Need you to be loud for me baby, want to know how good I make you feel ‘kay?” Sirius commands trying to get into a comfortable position in between your spread legs, his body sliding slighting from the paint.

You answer him with a loud moan. Soon Sirius has added 2 more fingers into the mix causing you to wriggle and rock your hips into his hand, “so good Sirius, fuck.”

With his free hand, Sirius grips your thigh trying to keep you still, blue paint smears against the soft flesh of your thigh and Sirius is captured by how striking you look laying here right now, chest flushed, and eyes closed. The way your body is squirming from pleasure is causing the paint on the canvas to blend and mix together. Sirius scoops up some red paint from the fabric and swipes it across your breasts and over your nipples, “so pretty.” He mumbles tugging and pinching your nipples.

“Sirius,” you pant desperately, “please. Need more.”

Sirius withdraws his fingers earning a whine from you and strokes his cock a few times before lining it up with your entrance, “shh darlin’. M’here to make you feel good, yeah? Want me to make you feel good?”

You wrap your legs around him urging him to finally push into you. You needed it, needed to feel Sirius stretch you out and fill you up with his cock, needed to hear Sirius gasp and groan into your ear, needed to feel him rock his hips into yours, “please Sirius.”

With a low groan escapes from both of you when Sirius finally pushes into you, Sirius begins thrusting his hips deep and slow into yours, both of your relishing in the feeling and sensation coursing your bodies. Hands around running along the others body, squeezing, tugging, scratching at skin, leaving traces of paint in its wake. Sirius has buried his head in the crook of your neck, his hair tickling your cheek, mumbling how beautiful you look spread out for him.

Deeper, you need it deeper. Wrapping your legs tightly around your boyfriend, you manage to roll the two of you over, Sirius underneath you with you straddling his waist, allowing you to bounce of his cock. From this angle, he reaches deeper inside of you, his hard cock prodding at that sponging spot inside of you. The pure affection and love the two of you feel for each other was unmistakeable in this moment. The tenderness and intimacy of this act made your toes tingle and heart warm in your chest.

Continuing to bounce up and down on Sirius cock, you take a second to watch the boy below you, the only word seemingly fitting to describe him was angelic. His dark locks are sprawled out around the canvas, a mixture of red, blue and purple paint framing his body as well as splotches on his skin. His eyes are trained on yours, a look set in them that you’ve come to be familiar with, undying love.

You lower your head to connect your lips together, wanting-no needing to feel close, to feel connected.

“I love you,” you mumble breathlessly against Sirius’ pink lips. You feel that familiar euphoric sensation creeping up on you, Sirius’ cock hitting your g-spot every time you lower your body.

Sirius’ grips your waist tight and firmly, his own hips slamming up into you, “I love you too baby, so much.” He can feel your pussy clenching around him, he watches the way your breasts bounce between your bodies, he reaches his head forward to latch his mouth onto your nipple, sucking and licking on the sensitive bud. The noises slipping from your mouth makes his cock twitch.

“Sirius,” you pant threading your fingers through his dark hair to keep him close to your body.

Your body feels like it’s on fire and ready to combust, your legs trembling, and you know you won’t last much longer with the way Sirius is suckling at your nipple and he knows it.

“Want you to cum for me darlin, be my good girl and cum on my cock,” he groans into your breast, sucking and licking at your salty skin.

The coil in the pit of your belly snaps and with a load high pitched whine you’re releasing all over Sirius’ cock, your pussy clenching and legs shaking from the stimulation. After your release, it only takes Sirius a few more thrusts until he’s following suit, his load shooting and filling you up, a string of I love you’s tumbling from both of your mouths.

You collapse onto Sirius’ chest, neither of you make any effort to move even once your breathing has settled. Laying here with Sirius made you feel safe and protected. The way his index finger was trailing up and down your spine made you shiver, and you could feel him kissing your scalp gently. Undeniably, there was love radiating from his body, you could feel it and you only hope he could feel it radiating from yours too.

~~~

“Hey guys, that painting hanging up in the bedroom is new, yeah?” James questions, traipsing back into the living room where the rest of the group was.

You feel a heat rise in your cheeks when you realise which painting the bespectacled boy is referring too. Sirius nods pulling you tighter into his side.

“Did you paint that one Pads?” Remus asks. Most, if not all the artwork displayed in yours and Sirius’ home was created by him. It normally took a bit of persuading Sirius to let you hang up his work, he didn’t like to come across as cocky. But as soon as this canvas was dried and stretched onto a frame Sirius wasted no time in mounting it; above your shared bed, him claiming it ‘gets him in the mood whenever he looks at it’ (and he really wasn’t lying).

The boy beside you grins and plants a sloppy kiss against your cheek, “me and Y/N painted that one,” he says teasingly.

You shoot him a death glare warning him to keep his big mouth shut. “Don’t,” you mouth.

“That’s so cool! Didn’t know you were so artistic Y/N!” James exclaims excitedly, clearly impressed by the painting.

Sirius chuckles loudly pinching your side making you yelp, “oh she’s very talented when he comes to that type of stuff. I think we might need to make another piece together babe, what do you think?”

[seijorhi]

Bully ~ Part II

Oikawa Tooru x female reader (+ Iwaizumi Hajime)

TW dub/non-con, bullying, slight degradation, voyeurism, filming, implied abuse, one mention of slapping, nsfw

Part I

‘Honey, it’s your choice. Whatever you decide to do, we’ll respect.’

The final whistle sounds, the team gathering up in a huddle and with a sigh you dutifully close your books and begin to pack them away into your bag. They still have to pull down all the nets and tidy up, but that never takes too long and the sooner you’re all out of here the better.

The sooner you can get away from them, the better.

It’s become routine at this point for you to slowly make your way down to the edge of the court while they duck into the locker room; the other third years acknowledging you with friendly enough smiles, the underclassmen no longer staring at you in vague confusion. 

But at this point you’re truly beyond caring what any of them think of your relationship with their Captain. 

Except instead of filing out like the rest of his teammates, Oikawa’s still on the far side of the court, trapped in a conversation with Coach Irihata and Mizoguchi. For a split second, his attention shifts towards you, lingering awkwardly by the big double doors, and you think you catch a flicker of irritation in his eyes – which is unusual, considering that he’s made this game his life and he has nothing but the greatest respect for both of the men before him. 

But it doesn’t really matter, you suppose. You’ll wait for him, whether it’s five minutes or fifty and he’ll either tell you what’s pissing him off, or he won’t and he’ll end up using you to work out his frustrations anyway.

With your parents away for the rest of the week and your house otherwise empty, you can only pray to any god that’ll listen that he won’t try and spend the night. Not that there’s much you can do to stop him, but a girl can dream, right?

The others are heading off, Makki laughing off some biting comment from Kyoutani, but you pay them no mind. Despite being the people you now spend the majority of your time with, they’re not your friends. 

You resign yourself to trudging back up into the stands to wait for Oikawa to finish up when a hand gently wraps around your arm, spinning you around. You start, every muscle in your body tensing on instinct, but as you come face to face with familiar olive eyes you relax – it’s only Iwa.

He regards you silently for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face before he glances over your shoulder to where Oikawa’s still talking with the coaches. 

“C’mon, they’ll be a while, I think. Let me walk you home.”

His place is almost a fifteen minute walk from yours, but you don’t bother trying to bring that up. Instead, you just shrug, shifting the strap of the bag slung over your shoulder, “It’s fine. I don’t need an escort, you know, it’s not that late.”

Maybe it’d be nice for once, walking home without Oikawa’s looming presence over your shoulder. You’re almost positive that he’ll still come by afterwards, especially because he knows as well as you do that there’s nobody to interrupt tonight, but you’ll take the tiny wins when you can.

Besides, you only have to stick it out a little while longer. 

Still holding onto your arm, Iwa’s eyebrows draw together into a slight frown and he bites back a sigh, “Shittykawa’ll throw a hissy-fit if I let you walk home alone tonight. C’mon.”

He’s not asking, you realise belatedly as he firmly but gently starts to lead you out of the gym, not sparing his best friend another glance. And you could probably dig your heels in and kick up a fuss and he’d probably let you go – at least, you think he would. He would, right? He’d listen if you asked him to stop – but what’s the point?

Nobody here actually cares what you want anymore.

Iwa’s different, you suppose. You don’t really know why. He’s just as complicit as the others, maybe even more so – he at least knows what’s going on, even if he refuses to acknowledge it or do anything about it… but that’s not entirely true, is it?

He’s the one to step in when Oikawa starts to take things too far in public. He’s the one to scare off your would be bullies, snarling and glaring at them from his place at your side. Iwa’s the reason you haven’t lost it completely, the one keeping your head above water. He’s a friend you suppose, or at least the closest thing Oikawa’ll let you have anymore.

He’s certainly the only one Tooru trusts with you whenever he’s not around, hence you haven’t heard any indignant shouts from the gym following in your wake despite the grip he has on you.

And Iwa is nice, in his own way. He cares about you, you think – or he cares enough to pretend for Oikawa’s sake. Either way, at least you know he won’t try to pull you down an alleyway and force you to suck his cock, so compared to your other options, he’s definitely the lesser of two evils. 

It’s quiet as the two of you walk, and you find yourself thankful for it. Oikawa’s always talking, he never shuts up, his incessant chatter shattering every moment of quiet, peaceful solitude you try to steal for yourself. 

And tonight, tonight your head’s already too full to pretend to play along with some semblance of chipper friendliness. 

Maybe that’s why you like Iwaizumi; you don’t have to pretend with him. He knows exactly what Oikawa is, and he’s too intelligent to believe that you’re content spending every waking moment by the setter’s side, much less that you genuinely love him. 

It’s a nice night, at least – there’s barely any clouds in the sky. You can see the stars glittering in the inky, midnight blue, and it’s peaceful, you think, with Iwa strolling quietly along beside you. 

Even when the breeze starts to pick up, the late summer night air nipping at your exposed skin. Your jacket’s folded up and shoved somewhere towards the bottom of your bag, but you honestly can’t be bothered to stop and ferret for it. 

“You’re cold,” Iwa states after a beat. Again, not a question.

Nevertheless, you shake your head. “I’m fine,” you reply, perhaps a little tersely, but he’s already shrugging off his own jacket and draping it over your shoulders. Oikawa would do the same thing, more out of a perverse sense of enjoyment from seeing you wearing his clothes than a genuine sense of concern over your comfort.

Still, you don’t fight Iwa on it, pulling his jacket tighter over your body. It’s warm, his lingering body heat making your own cheeks burn a little, and it smells like him, too. Musky, yes, but there’s something almost comforting about the fresh, woodsy scent.

Silence resumes between the two of you, but you feel the weight of his stare as the two of you wander along the path. Iwaizumi’s always been perceptive, more so than most give him credit for, and it’s only another few minutes before he speaks again.

“You’re quiet tonight.”

You hum noncommittally, staring resolutely at the concrete sidewalk rather than meet his pointed gaze. 

He huffs. “You gonna tell me what’s bothering you or not?” he tries again, the sheer bluntness almost enough to make you flinch.

“And what makes you think there’s anything bothering me?” you reply dully, kicking at the small little pebble on the pathway in front of you.

Iwa stiffens just a fraction, but you feel it – the shift in the air between the two of you. It’s the truth you won’t speak, the one he won’t acknowledge. Of course there’s something bothering you; this whole fucked up situation between the three of you. It’s not normal, it’s not healthy, surely he sees that, how the hell can he–

“Cut the bullshit,” he snaps. “You think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been acting lately? Something’s up, and if you think I’m the only one who’s paying attention…” he trails off, and suddenly his hand’s catching at yours, pulling you to a stop.

And when finally you drag your eyes up to meet his, your heartbeat quickens at the scowl written across his face, plain as day. 

“I’m not talking about… that. Did he–” he hesitates, biting down on his lip and you honestly don’t know whether you want to laugh or cry. “Something’s up.”

You could probably tell him to mind his own business, and part of you almost wants to. He might even listen, though he wouldn’t be happy about it, but the thing is, you’re just so tired. Tired of playing girlfriend for Oikawa, tired of being dragged along against your will, manhandled and fucked at every opportunity, tired of pretending that this is in any way okay, and you just want to finally give in and admit it out loud.

You want this to be over, and it’s so close you can almost fucking taste it. 

So you breathe deep, forcing yourself to relax. “My mom got a job in Tokyo. My parents… they’re leaving at the end of next week. Moving. It’s why they haven't been around much lately.”

Iwaizumi’s eyebrows furrow into a frown as he takes a second to absorb the information. “And… you? We only have a few months left until we graduate.”

You allow him a wry smile. “I know. They gave me a choice, I’m eighteen, I can stay here in the house by myself, finish up the year and graduate at Aoba Johsai before moving down with them…”

“Or?” he prods.

“Or,” you continue, “or I can go now. There’s some really good schools down there, I could have my pick. It’ll be a struggle, I know, transferring so late in the term, but–”

Iwaizumi scoffs, cutting you off, “But you’re not actually gonna go, right? You can’t just pack up and leave so close to graduation. You’re staying here in Miyagi.” 

He almost sounds angry– the muscle in his jaw’s twitching and as you stare at him you realise that he doesn’t sound angry; he is angry. His whole body’s tensed like he’s preparing for a fight, and it takes you by surprise. 

Sure, he’s pretty much the only person outside of Oikawa that you’d consider yourself to have any kind of relationship with anymore, but you’d never really thought he’d actually–

“Iwa,” you say gently, “I was gonna go to Tokyo after graduation anyway. Sure, it’s not exactly an ideal situation, but…” 

But it’s your chance to get away from all of this, from Oikawa, and you’re gonna take it and run. Whether or not Tokyo University accepts you, whether it means you have to work three times as hard to adjust to a new school’s curriculum just so you won’t completely flunk your final exams. 

It can’t be any worse than this.

He has to understand that. 

And really, what did he think was going to happen after graduation? You know Oikawa’s plans, and you’ll be damned if you let him ruin your life anymore than he already has, dragging you halfway across the world. You belong here, in Japan. Oikawa can go chase his pipe dreams on his own. 

He swallows tightly, and while the pinched scowl on his face doesn’t falter, his grip on your wrist eases just a fraction. “You were really just gonna leave without telling anybody?” he asks, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.

“Who would I tell?”

—

Sure enough, it’s a little after midnight when your bedroom door sweeps open and Oikawa strides in like he owns the place. You watch through half lidded eyes as he starts to shed his clothes, stripping off and tossing them haphazardly onto the floor until he’s just in his boxers. 

He doesn’t say much as he lifts the covers and climbs into bed beside you, merely presses a surprisingly gentle kiss to your cheek, murmuring a quiet, ‘Just sleep, cutie,’ when you try to shift away from him.

He sounds tired, exhausted really, but you don’t care enough to comment, relieved more than anything that tonight he doesn’t seem to have the energy for more. There’d been some part of you that was worried that Iwa might have told him about the walk home – the secrets you’d unthinkingly entrusted to him – but he can’t have. There’s no possible way Oikawa would be so calm right now if he had. 

And Iwa wouldn’t do something like that in the first place. 

It might not have been the most traditional of friendships, and you know he’s still a little pissed off with your decision and the fact you had no intentions of telling him, but Iwa wouldn’t break your trust like that. 

And so with Oikawa’s arms wrapped around your middle, the warmth of his chest pressed up against your back, you allow sleep to claim you once more.

—

You hardly see him the following morning. 

There’s no sign of him when you wake up, though his side of the bed is still warm – you know he likes to run in the mornings; he probably ran home to shower before school. And if you’re grateful to Aoba Johsai for anything, it’s for putting the two of you in separate classes. You’re spared his presence and those of his mooney eyed fangirls, and you can actually focus on learning. Or try to, at least.

Iwa regards you with an unreadable expression when you take your usual seat at the desk next to his, but at least he doesn’t seem as pissed off as he was when he left you last night. You only have a week and a half left until you go, but considering he’s the closest thing you have to a friend anymore, you’re not sure how you would survive if he suddenly decided to give you the cold shoulder.

Still, he is quieter than usual as you both settle into class, and you can’t help your gaze from flickering over to him throughout the lesson, an uncomfortable pit settling into your stomach. Iwa doesn’t so much as look your way, busying himself in copying down the notes the teacher’s scrawling on the board.

You honestly didn’t expect him to be hurt, and as he brushes past you on his way out after the bell rings you begin to doubt whether you should have told him at all. It stings, more than you expect.

Yet the moment you try to follow him, calling out his name, a familiar figure steps in front of you, halting you in your tracks. 

“Hey, cutie,” Oikawa purrs, grinning down at you as he reaches out to tuck a stray lock of hair back behind your ear. “I’ve missed you today. Come on, let’s go somewhere a little quieter.”

His fingers are laced with yours, tugging you along before you can even try to voice a protest. You both know you wouldn’t anyway, not anymore. 

Just like you don’t speak up when instead of dragging you outside to the courtyard, or even to the gym, he chooses an empty classroom, kicking the door shut behind him. 

There’s a question on the tip of your tongue, but you don’t have a chance to voice it as he grabs you by the collar of your shirt and smashes his lips to yours. 

Oikawa usually likes to take his time, to drag out your humiliation and reluctant pleasure as he toys with you, but today he wastes no time in shoving you back up against one of the desk, his fingers already yanking down your necktie and prying your lilac shirt open – buttons scattering as it rips.

“Tooru–” you gasp, panic flaring, but his lips curl into a smirk as he forces you back into another kiss.

“Quiet now, cutie, let me take care of my pretty girl, hm?” he growls between panting breaths. “You don’t want somebody stumbling in and interrupting us, do you?”

And your chest tightens, squeezing around your lungs like a vice, your gaze flickering back to the door – shut but not locked.

“Tooru,” you whisper again in a panic, clutching at the lapels of his blazer as he draws back enough to level a gaze at your chest, bare save for the virginal white lace bra you’d unthinkingly chosen that morning. 

His grin widens, but there’s something cold and utterly unflinching in his eyes as they flicker up to meet yours. “Lean back,” he tells you.

You shake your head, “I d-don’t–”

His hands are on your shoulders, abruptly shoving you backwards. “I said,” he coos as you sprawl back onto the wooden desktop with a startled squeak, “lean back for me.”

It’s been months since you’ve fought him, but as he flips up your skirt, fingers grazing possessively along the cotton of your panties and he sighs contentedly, sheer panic floods your system, overwhelming your better judgement. Before you can stop yourself your knees come up as you desperately scramble to right yourself, to put an end to this–

The slap to your cheek isn’t all that forceful, at least not compared to what you know him to be capable of, but it still takes you by surprise, the sharp, burning sting only registering as the shock of the blow fades.

Oikawa’s no longer grinning, his face twisted into a terrifying glare as wide, teary eyes stare back up at him. “Baby, you’re really testing me right now. You want to act like a disobedient little bitch, kick up a fuss, bring everybody running so they can see what a needy little whore you are, spread out on the table for me?” He snatches at your panties, harshly wrenching them down your now prone legs with one hand, the other reaching for his belt buckle, “You think you have a choice here? You think I give a fuck what you want?”

Your ears are ringing, the sound of your own heartbeat drowning out almost everything else.

It’s not the first time he’s hit you, or even the hardest, but with that one slap all the fight you have left just dissipates. You don’t even flinch when he spits directly onto your pussy, his thumb harshly spreading his saliva over your cunt – you just bite down on your lip to stifle the sob that threatens to burst.

And victory shines bright in his eyes at the sight of it. 

“Good girl, you know who this pretty pussy belongs to, don’t you?” he croons with saccharine sweetness, even leaning over to press a tender, affectionate kiss to your swollen lips. 

And you’d squeeze your eyes shut and try to imagine that you’re somewhere else, anywhere else if you didn’t know how much he hates it when you do. So instead, you lie there pliant and trembling, humiliation burning hot as he spreads your legs, pressing your thighs back towards your chest as he slots himself in between them.

“You look so good like this, you know?” he muses with a soft little chuckle as he leisurely strokes his cock, letting the flushed tip brush teasingly along your folds, nudging at your clit. “Prettiest little thing, and all mine, aren’t you, cutie.”

Tears well and spill soundlessly down your cheek, but your only answering is the hiccuping breath you draw in, your fingers finding purchase on the edges of the desk as he guides it back to your entrance.

It doesn’t matter that you’re not nearly ready for him, that his spit and the pre-cum that’s beading at his slit isn’t going to help ease his passage in the slightest. He’ll fuck you how he wants to – and you’re too broken to try and stop him.

Yet instead of savagely plunging in like you expect him to, Oikawa stills, regarding you with a tilted head and a cruel smirk. 

“Fuck,” he curses quietly, the sound almost reverent as he stares down at you. He shakes his head, another soft laugh bubbling out, “I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of seeing you like this, but if you’re going to be running off on me so soon, maybe I should take a little memento, what do you think cutie?”

Your stomach drops, dread creeping down your spine as Oikawa reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, opening up the camera and flicking it across to video. 

“I mean if this is going to be our last time together, don’t you think we should make it special?” You jerk, your breath coming out in short, harsh pants but you can’t move, can’t seem to lift a single finger as he leans in closer, bringing his lips to your ear, “That way we both have something to remember this by.”

And as his breath ghosts the tiny hairs on the shell of your ear he laughs again, pressing another quick kiss to your flushed, tear stained cheek. “Aw, don’t cry, cutie. You brought this on yourself.”

You don’t have a moment to prepare yourself, his hand slamming over your lips to muffle your shrieks as he thrusts his hips forward, sheathing himself in your tight little cunt with a choked moan.

“F-fuck, baby,” he grits out, biting down on his own lip as he relishes the vice like grip your pussy has on his throbbing cock, “Smile for the camera.”

Your back arcs up off the table, fingernails digging into the wood as he draws his hips back slowly, letting you feel every inch of his cock as it drags along your walls until it’s only the tip that remains inside of you.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts – a sharp and throbbing pain that only grows with each passing second. 

There’s something sadistic in his grin as he angles the phone down to where your bodies meet, your lewdly spread thighs, your glistening pussy in perfect view as another glob of saliva joins the first, pooling over your sex, sliding down his cock.

“You have no idea how perfect your pussy feels, baby,” he pants, slowly filling you up once more – your own wails stifled by his hand. “You’re mine, all fucking mine, aren’t you?”

There’s no hiding from the camera as he fucks you, slowly at first, but picking up his pace as the slick starts to build, your warm, velvety walls sucking him in deeper, squelching obscenely with every thrust. And between the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass – skin hitting skin as he fucks you roughly without care – and Tooru’s own satisfied moans, your muffled whimpers and cries go unheard. 

And just when you think your humiliation is complete, he takes his hand from your mouth, his thumb returning to your clit, teasing at the sensitive nub with slow, measured circles that have you keening, shaking beneath him as he stuffs you full. Slowly but surely that searing ache gives way to pleasure, a slight shift of his hips and his cock’s hitting that sweet spot he’s all too familiar with – and another strangled moan slips out.

“You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?”

You shake your head, fingernails digging into the wood, biting down harshly to keep yourself quiet as you feel that familiar heat pooling in your core, wanton pleasure flickering through you with every swipe of his fingers, every harsh thrust.

“No? You sure about that?” he laughs at the desperate whine that slips from your lips, “I wanna hear it, baby. Cum for me.”

But you can’t, you can’t make a sound, the door’s not locked, the door’s not locked and anybody could walk in any second, but you can feel it coming, your legs shaking and toes curling as your control slips–

“Cum,” Oikawa demands, his own voice a husky, shivering growl, and this time you’re helpless but to obey.

Your orgasm crashes into you like a wave, suddenly sweeping your legs out from under you. You arc up off the table once more, white hot pleasure exploding as you shiver and quake, your pussy clamping down on his cock and gushing as he fucks you relentlessly through it, chasing his end while drawing out your own.

And you’re so lost in the bliss, the pleasurable rippling aftershocks short circuiting your system that you don’t even realise that he’s pulled himself out of your cunt, stroking his slicked up cock with harsh pants–

Not until you feel the hot spurts of his cum hitting your stomach, a choked moan resembling your name shattering the fuzzy afterglow, dragging you harshly back down to reality.

There’s a twisted, self satisfied smirk on his face as he watches the cold realisation sink in, your eyes filling with fresh tears as your gaze flickers between him and the phone in his hand, still filming.

“You’re not leaving me,” he says, still a little breathless. “You’re mine. Isn’t that right, Iwa?”

No.

Please god, no.

Blood drains from your face, the pit in your stomach plummeting as his smirk widens and he turns his head to glance over his shoulder. You don’t want to look, can’t bear to, but it’s like trying to rip your eyes away from a car crash; your body moves with a will of its own. Heart pounding, nausea churning in your gut, you follow his gaze to find Iwaizumi by the door; jaw tight, arms folded across his chest, staring impassively back at you.

And that last little piece of you breaks.