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midnighmoonligh · 3 months

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Fandom

Call of Duty / Ghost's

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Y/N ; AMAB ; He/Him ; little

Keegan Russ ; He/Him ; Caregiver/Neutral

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⚠Content warnings ⚠

Military topics, mention of blood/injuries/pain, anti-agere, and cursing.

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Plot Summary

Keegan doesn't like you. You don't know what age regression is. You both end up bonding over it.

You, a new recruit to the ghost's, the task force Keegan also found himself on, yourself in trouble. It was to the point it was infuriating for him, as your superior. You were a private rank with an awful temper who never followed orders. You were always doing your own things, causing problems for other people. He tended to be one of those people.

Keegan couldn't stand you.

After a long mission that didn't go well for anyone, Keegan found himself wandering the bases hall's at night. The stress of the events left him restless, not that he usually could sleep. As he walked, heard thuds coming from the indoor gym. Curiously, though dumbly, he made his way towards it.

Opening the doors, he found you punching away at a punching bag. Surprise washed over his features. It was one am. He knew how much you valued sleep as well, so you had been the last person he expected to be awake still.

You we're panting as you slammed one of your fists into the punching bag again. You've been at it for hours now, most people were asleep too. Your hands were poorly wrapped, knuckles spilling blood that dotted the bandages. It didn't really stop you. As long as your hands weren't broken, you'd take some bleeding. You raised your fists again despite how much your lungs burned and slammed your fist into the bag as hard as you could manage still, again.

Keegan approached quietly, he wanted to surprise you in some way. He saw a sight he wasn't at all expecting. He wasn't sure to make of it, still trying to decide that fact as he approacbed you.

He walked around you, getting a good view of you before speaking, " What are you doing here this late? Shouldn't you be sleeping? "

You jumped a bit as Keegan spoke. It was startled you more than you'd cared to admit. You raked a hand through your hair. Most the strands stayed back from sweat when you pulled it out.

" Shouldn't you? " you shot back in a snarky tone.

" Touché, but your the one throwing hands at the punching bag at one in the morning. Something more then a lack of sleep is the cause if this, so you're not allowed to use that argument as a gotcha, " he responded, " Now, why are you here? I gave everyone the day off after that mission. You should be in bed. "

You grunted and rolled your eyes. Slowly you raised your fists again and giving another weak punch to the bag. You were exhausted, body spent, but your mind kept pushing. It wouldn't shut up, no matter how many times you hit the bag.

" What am I? A toddler? " you grumbled before punching the bag again.

" If you're acting like one, then yes. I'm your superior officer. You need your sleep. Now, why are you here? " Keegan reiterated. He was beginning to lose his patience at your stubbornness.

" Is it a crime now to burn off steam? " you huffed out at him.

You stopped, at least for now. Your attention was better turned towards Keegan. Although your breathing remained uneven, practically gasping.

" No, but you look like you've been at it for a long time now. Your hands are bleeding, that can't be healthy for anyone. Stop acting stubborn and take a break, " he scolded, " If you keep at it, you'll be a liability for us tomorrow. "

At the mention of your hands, you looked down to them while lifting them enough to see them. You blinked, clearly not realizing you had made them bleed, let alone as much as they were.

" I'm off tomorrow, " you decided to say instead while letting your hands fall back to your sides.

" I know you're off tomorrow, but if your in this condition, you're a danger to yourself. Take a break from the stupid bag, " he scolded, he was clearly getting tired of you.

" Just sit your bum down and listen. You're pushing yourself far too much. You'll only make yourself worse if you keep going. Take a break. " He was much more stern then usual, as if seeing you like this really got him angry.

You huffed at Keegan childishly. If your entire body didn't ache, you would've crossed your arms and pout.

" Why do you care what I choose to do with my free time anyways? "

"Because you're still a soldier of the Ghost's. We can't afford to lose you. I can't afford to lose you..." he muttered, looking like a concerned father instead of a demanding superior.

" Take a break. We need you fit and healthy, you can't do that if your hands are all bloody and you're this exhausted, " his tone was much more calm then usual, he was trying not to sound like he was scolding a child. " Just please, take a break. "

You stared at him like he was an alien. Frankly, you thought he was when the word please came out of Keegan of all people. It didn't help that you were well aware his distain for you. Hearing him actually care bothered you. You took deep breaths to try and control your breathing, but it wasn't getting you anywhere.

" I need to be stronger, " you confessed.

Keegan sighed, clearly not able to put two and two together at this current moment. He came over and pulled the punching bag still with some force, " you're only going to get weaker if you keep going. I'm sure you've heard of overworking yourself. This is what overworking yourself looks like. "

He then kneeled down in front of you, " Why do you need to be stronger?" He asked in a much softer tone, trying not to be condescending as he spoke. It felt as if he were trying to talk to a child.

He tensed as he kneeled down to him. It annoyed him how he treated him like a kid. It didn't help he wasn't much shorter than Keegan.

" I couldn't do anything to help, " you breathed out, taking a few deep breaths before finishing your thoughts. Your thoughts made you feel like crying. " If I was stronger the mission would've went better. "

Keegan remained quiet as you spoke, his heart breaking a little. He was silent for a long moment, as if thinking of a response to that.

" And if you overwork yourself like this for another mission, you won't be able to help again, " pointed out.

" Besides, it wasn't your fault. The success or failure of a mission isn't placed on the individual. It's placed on the group as a whole. There's only so much you could have done, " he consoled, hoping his words would help.

" But-" you paused to let out a shaky breath. The feeling of needing to cry grew, but you kept pushing it down.

" I still could've done something, anything if I was stronger. "

" That's not true, you're not some superman to be expected to take the entire mission on your back. You're only expected to do what you're capable of doing, you're not an unstoppable force, you're still only human. Humans have limits, " he explained, in an attempt to make you feel better.

" I know you're trying to distract yourself from bad thoughts, but this isn't a healthy way to do it. You need to find a safer way to take your mind off things. "

You looked away from Keegan, chewing the inside of your cheek. Your breathing was slowly starting to calm as you stood there. One of your legs was shaking a little bit.

" I don't really know how, " you admitted hesitantly.

" I know you don't, " Keegan responded, he was starting to get a grasp on the situation so he decided to do something he's never done before. Something that would be out of character for him. He sat down on the floor, and then patted a space down next to him.

" Then let me teach you. Let's have a chat, as soldiers and not superior and subordinate. "

You blinked at Keegan a few times, feeling surprised. Frankly, you had been convinced he hated you. Sure it wasn't all that far off, Keegan got easily annoyed by you, but this was definitely unexpected. You took a deep, slow, breath before shakily sitting down beside him. It was more of a flop, but it was the best he was going to get.

" So," Keegan began, taking a moment to think about what he was going to speak about, " Let me start with asking you why the thought of being stronger even crossed your mind. I didn't see you mess anything up on the mission. I don't understand why this got to you so badly. "

" People died Keegan, " you pointed out with ease. You chewed the inside of his cheek again between pauses. At this point, you'll probably rip into then by accident. You hands throbbed with pain, which did help ground you at least.

" They'll never get to go home, " you added quietly, throat feeling tight.

" And that makes you feel powerless. That's what this is about, isn't it?" He questioned, it seemed that he was connecting the dots about why you felt this way.

He then placed a hand on your back," But you can't do everything. You can't save everyone. It's just not possible. No matter how strong you are, you can't save everyone. "

You're eyes began to pool with tears. Your body language seemed to slump forward. The touch wasn't welcomed, but it wasn't rejected either. You were quiet for awhile before getting the courage to say something again.

" But I can try, " you croaked.

This had an unexpected effect on Keegan. He froze up and his face went slack with surprise. This took him by surprise.

After a moment of silence, he broke it by responding, " But you'll only hurt yourself. If your strong for the safety of others, who's watching your back? Who's saving you if something bad happens to you?" He asked, this whole situation was something he wasn't prepared for at all.

You lifted one of your hands to wipe your cheek as a tear fell, but you only smeared a bit of blood on your face from your bleeding knuckles.

" It's fine, I don't need someone as long as I can make sure they get home, " you spoke with a shaky exhale.

" And who will make sure you get home? Who will protect you? If you're the only one saving the others, then who is saving you?" Keegan questioned, and his tone went from stern to concerned. He tried not to let himself get too emotional while this conversation continued.

" I don't need it. There's no home for me, no one waiting. Not like what they have, " you sniffled quietly.

Keegan froze again, the conversation starting to break off from what he was expecting.

" Are you...alone..." he asked, not wanting to upset you any further with a poorly placed question after you already opened up so much.

" Forget it," you suddenly cut into the question Keegan asked.

You shakily got up, stumbling a little bit before grabbing your jacket and going to leave the gym.

" It's late, you should go to bed, " you told him.

" I'm not going to let you leave, " Keegan said in a stern tone. He didn't even look like the Keegan Russ right now. He looked more like an upset friend.

" You're upset about something, and I know you don't have anyone waiting or anything. But that doesn't mean your alone, you're still part of the Ghosts, we'll be your family. "

That last word was spoken softly, he didn't want you leaving.

" I'm tired Sergeant, " you sighed towards Keegan, pulling the poor man's rank. It was true though. Although you didn't say much, yojr mind felt calmer. You finally felt ready to try and sleep.

Keegan sighed, realizing he's not getting anywhere. In a moment of weakness, he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you in for a hug. He said nothing, but he felt you deserved this and you needed this.

" Get some sleep Soldier, "He said softly, this was the most human he's acted towards you since you joined.

You jumped a bit as Keegan pulled you in for a hug. You didn't fight it, nor return it, just stood there awkwardly.

" Okay, " you muffled against his chest before breaking free and leaving for your room.

Keegan just sat in the gym, watching as you walked away. He could still feel where his arm was wrapped around you. Maybe he'd see you tomorrow. He could only hope. As he sat back onto the mats on the floor, he did ponder though. He was still wondering about what you had said and he couldn't understand it. But as a whole, the night wasn't a waste. So he took it as a win.

The next morning came quickly, thankfully for you. You had struggled a lot in trying to get some sleep. Despite feeling ready, the moment you had laid down you found it next to impossible to do it. You ended up spending the rest of the night staring out the window or at the ceiling, drowning in your thoughts.

You didn't do much today, didn't have anything planned. Originally you were going to sleep away the day, but by eight am you came to be defeated by the inability to do so. Slowly, you got out of bed and went to shower instead. Once finished with that and in fresh clothes, you tried again. By ten am you were wandering around base. Occasionally, you were stopped and asked to run things to other people since you were free. You didn't mind, which was new since normally you told them to fuck off.

Finally, at noon you made your way to the mess hall for lunch. You grabbed a sandwich, not the best kind but you couldn't complain, then settled down at a table near the corner. It was also close to an exit. You began to eat. Quickly you came to learn you hated the sound of you chewing right now. However, you powered through anyway. Your hands throbbed with pain, especially after your shower. You had poorly wrapped the injuries with gauze the best you could. You really didn't have a lot of medico knowledge. Most the basics you had been taught you didn't even remember anymore.

Keegan walked into the mess hall and grabbed a slice of toast before taking a seat at an empty table. After a few moments of munching, he glanced up to find you with very poorly wrapped hands. He watched your hands shake as you picked up your sandwich and took a bite out of it. You were eating it fairly slowly, concerning since you usually inhaled food. He finished what was in his mouth before walking over to you and taking a seat in the chair across the table from you.

" Your hands look like a mess, " He teased with a playful look, one that only annoyed you.

Unlike you, Keegan had clearly gotten some rest after your talk. Blinking a few times, you looked up from the table to see him. It took you a few moments to register what he had said, pressing how tired you felt further.

" Oh, " you replied dryly for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts as fast as your tired mind allowed you to. " I did my best. "

" I can see that you did, " Keegan nodded, staring at you for a solid minute. " But your hand wrap will not hold. I'm surprised it's held up this long, really, " he added, taking another glance over your hands.

" I could do a better wrap then this, if you're letting me of course, " he offered, trying to make you feel better.

Keegan knew that this was something stupid to focus on, but he was more concerned about these rather poorly wrapped hands then what he should be.You frowned as he spoke. It upset you simply because you really had done your best. You had thoughht you did pretty good, considering your past tries. The offer, however, peaked your interest.

" Oh, if it's not a bother... "

" Of course not, I'll wrap them. No problem, " he assured, smiling softly at you, it was clear that this wasn't any sort of bother to him.

" I can bring you to my quarters, and I can try to clean your hands. I did my emergency medical training awhile back so this should be easy. "

He got up, offering a hand for you to take so Keegan could walk you to his quarters.

" Okay, just let me finish eating, " you huffed quietly then took another bite of your sandwich. You weren't even half way through it yet.

He huffed in reply to you then flopped back down into his chair. Dramatic, but it's how he felt. He was annoyed you were taking so long. He rested his head into the palm of his hand, watching people walk by and listening into other conversations to pass the time. You took your time eating, movements slow and sluggish. You often blinked rapidly here and there to help wake up. When you finished, you wiped your mouth with your sleeve and got up. You took care of your trash then awkwardly waited by Keegan for him to get up.

It took him a full minute to realize too, clearly all wrapped up in his head. You waved your hand in front of his masked face, watching as his free hand snapped to your wrist. You flinched, mostly from pain rather than the sudden movement. You both blinked at each other. With annoyance in his eyes, he let go and got up. Another huff from him. You were pretty used to the noise, as he often did it instead of communicating.

With a small gesture of his hand, Keegan lead the way to his room. He kept a lookout for anyone who was currently walking to make sure they didn't see a superior officer walking a subordinate back to their quarters. It could lead to the wrong impression, which neither of them needed. You trailed behind him, gently rubbing your knuckles in an attempt to sooth the ache. You didn't really think about you following him to his room much. Really, it was the last thing on your mind right now.

After a few minutes of walking they arrived at Keegan's quarters, he unlocked the door before opening it and holding it open for you to walk through. You looked around the space after stepping in. You waited for Keegan for a few seconds before loosing patience and settling down into a chair, feeling too tired to keep standing. Keegan then, finally, followed through before locking the door behind himself.

" Would you feel comfortable with me removing these bandages? I'll need to see your hands first, " he asked, not wanting to just jump in without permission.

Instead of replying verbally, you just offered your hands. It was a silent permission to do as he wanted and needed. Keegan walked over to you and took your hands into his own, they were cold but he expected that. He started peeling the poorly wrapped bandages from your hands, as he did so he started asking questions.

" When can you last remember wrapping these bandages? "

" Few hours ago, " you mumbled sleepily, " After My shower. " Occasionally, you winced as they were removed.

Your knuckles were scattered with open wounds and ugly purple and blue bruising that was slowly beginning to yellow. It looked awful, felt just as much. Your skin was scattered with red and pink from irritation as well.

Keegan flinched softly whenever you winced, he didn't want to be the one hurting you. These aren't the worst injuries he'd seen before, but he wasn't going to dismiss this as a mild injury either. After he got done removing all of the bandages, he started inspecting your injured hands before cleaning up the wounds, he then pulled up various materials and started setting up the materials he'd need to rewrap your hands.

As the injuries were cleaned, your eyes slowly began to pool with tears. A few escaped here and there. You were never much of a cryer, so it was so odd. So concerning. It even confused you, which was evident by the mixed expression you were beginning to have.

" Hurts, " you whispered quietly without even thinking.

Keegan took notice of this when it happened, but he kept his mouth shut and began speaking once he got everything he needed set up.

" I know it does. Don't worry, it'll be all finished in just a minute. "

After a few minutes, he was done rewrapping them. Keegan even went the extra step of wrapping them better then you did. He checked each one to make sure they were done just right. He then gave you a soft, masked, smile. You could only tell there was a smile thanks to his pretty blue eyes crinkling.

" Does this feel better? "

The better treatment of the injuries definitely helped, though they still hurt. It was only natural they did after all. You clenched and stretched out his fingers here and there, feeling how odd it felt. Then you childishly rubbed at one of your eyes. You felt so sleepy.

" 'm hurts, " you still expressed the pain anyways.

" I know you are, " Keegan said softly as he watched you rub your eyes. " Do you want to go to sleep? "

He knew you were exhausted, both mentally and physically. He knew that if you didn't get some rest you'd start to lose focus. And he didn't want that to happen. You gave a small nod. Your mind felt so odd, fuzzy. You didn't know how to describe it or feel about it. You felt a bit more childish, however. Keegan noticed this change in behavior immediately, he didn't like it. Sure, acting a bit childish could be cute or funny, but right now, it was just concerning for him.

" You're acting a bit different. Can you talk to me about how you're feeling right now? "

It was almost like you had regressed some, but that couldn't be possible. Right?

" Tired, " you replied, only to yawn and rub and your eyes more. It was so hard to focus.

" So I take it you're a bit sleepy? " Keegan asked, he got the idea that you might have regressed when you started to act a little different.

The tired behavior was the biggest sign that he was able to notice and put together quickly. This was unexpected, but something he wouldn't question you on. If you kept showing signed of regression, then he'd go along with it. He'd protect you even, as he told himself. You let out a small whine at the question. You wanted to go to bed now, but the idea of walking back to your room by yourselves sounded scary. Especially since yours and Keegan's room were so far apart.

" So what if we slept here? " Keegan purposed the idea.

In the moment it was the best option, and you seemed to be in no shape to walk yourself to bed, to be fair. Maybe his offer was a little odd, but in the moment it felt right for him to ask the question. He didn't want you to have to walk all the way back to your own quarters in this state.

" Okay? " you asked. You meant to ask if if really was okay if you slept here, in Keegan's room. But your regressed and exhausted mind couldn't put the words together fully. No matter how much you tried, you just couldn't.

Keegan just smiled softly, he knew what you meant even if your mind could not fully put the words together at this moment. Thank the God's he knew what you meant. This was a much better deal for you, if you slept here then you wouldn't have to walk yourself to bed. He got up without asking if you wanted him to, and walked over to his bed. Without another word, he motioned for you to lay down on the bed beside him.

You got up from the chair slowly. You were wobbly when you walked, but you managed to reach the bed without falling. Your body was screaming with aches and the need to rest- really your fault it had gotten to this point. You curled up on your side, facing Keegan. You kept your distance to keep the older man more comfortable as you yawned and got cozy.

Keegan noticed you were making sure to keep a distance from him so he wouldn't feel uncomfortable. Which he really did appreciate. He also found it extremely cute. Keegan got in the bed himself, sitting beside you but facing away so he didn't feel too awkward. It was nice being this close to someone, especially to someone this cute. He felt just the tiniest bit of a desire to pull you closer, he wondered if that'd make you uncomfortable...

With a few brief rubs to your eyes, you began to fall asleep. Just as you were dozing off, you unconsciously slipped your thumb into yout mouth to suck on. The sight of you sucking your thumb put a small smile on Keegan's face. It was one of the cutest things that he's ever seen. It made him almost want to pull you closer and hold you close, and just keep you like that for eternity. He refrained himself from doing that, as you were already close enough to him as it is. So for now he'd just lay there and watch you as you fall asleep.

Keegan watched you sleep for a little while longer before feeling tired himself. He tried to keep himself awake in case you'd need anything. However, after an hour, he decided that everything was okay. He figured you'd wake him if you needed something while you were so little anyway. With a short yawn, he shuffled to get more comfortable then allowed himself to get some rest beside you.

Morning came a lot faster than you had expected. The sun began to shine through the windows and onto you. It was warm, comforting even. Your eyes slowly blinked open. It took a few times to get them to focus. Until then you found yourself fairly surprised you had slept the entire night. It was definitely a rare occurrence for you. Eyes finally focused, they stared at the man just in front of you. A few seconds ticked by before you truly registered who it was.

You sat up so quickly you gave yourself head rush. Your heart began to race in your chest while you rubbed at your eyes a bit in an attempt to get the feeling to fade faster. Once your vision had cleared, you looked around the space. Anxiety pooled in your stomach as you began to realize you couldn't even remember how you got in Keegan's room.

Although you could admit it was a pretty room.

" Morning, " Keegan suddenly said softly, he was laying beside you and looking in your direction. He was silent for a moment but then he asked the question. It was pretty likely you had woken him up in your sudden panic. " You don't remember how you got to my bed, do you?"

You felt your face grow hot as Keegan asked the question. You rubbed at your eyes a bit to help yourself wake up more. Once this tasked was finished your hands dropped into your lap.

" Not really, " you mumbled embarrassingly.

Keegan had to fight the urge to tease you on this moment. It would be funny, it'd also make it a bit too awkward for him.

" It's fine," he decided to tell you in an attempt to comfort you somehow.

" I saw you sitting looking like you could fall dead right there. You seemed to be on the edge of losing focus and regressing too, so I just brought you to my room and you ended up falling asleep," he explained.

Confusion quickly washed over your expression. You looked over to Keegan, blinking a few times whom trying to bring your sleepy mind together. It didn't seem to make sense to you. Why would you even let him bring you here to begin with? While you weren't as tired anymore, you did feel cold.

" Regressing? " you questioned hesitantly, clearly not having a clue as to what that was.

" When you regress it means you're acting more like a child, the younger you, the more you regress. It can happen when you're stressed, or exhausted, or just when you don't want to deal with something as an adult. It doesn't happen on purpose, it's just a state of mind you can get into without trying to," Keegan patiently explained in his normal tone, as he felt this was a serious matter, but his soft tone continued to linger, his eyes looked at you nervously at the thought that you might regress again.

Not that he minded. He just wanted to spot the signs so he could support you as soon as possible instead of being dense to the signs and letting it fester.

You looked away from him, clenching your jaw as you moved to sit up better. You sat more forward with your back to him. It felt difficult to look at him, so he looked at the concrete floor that was at the foot of the bed. You looked, angry, felt it just as much. Not really towards anyone in particular though.

" Basically, there's something wrong with me and it'll get in the way of work, " you norted, but looked upset.

He sat up fairly quickly. He remained somewhat behind you, bit was trying to look at you. Either at your face or eyes, he wasn't picky as to which.

" There's nothing wrong with you," Keegan said firmly and quickly to correct you. He had to put a stop to the idea that there was something wrong because you regressed. " Regressing isn't something to be ashamed of, it's just your mind reverting back when it can't deal with something. It isn't something you can control, and it isn't something you should be ashamed of."

Keegan looked very concerned, he needed to make you not feel bad for regressing. " You're in a safe place right now, no one can or will judge you for it."

" A soldier shouldn't be acting like a child. It'll get everyone killed! " you huffed out as you moved to rub your face with your hands far harder than you needed to.

" You're not in a combat zone right now, it's okay to act a little childish right now," Keegan told you, his tone was calming and soft as he took a deep breath in and then let it out. " You don't have to be a soldier every moment of the day, you're currently not at risk of getting anyone or yourself killed." He tried to be reassuring and calm, as he felt he needed to calm you down in the moment.

" But you can't guarantee that! It isn't all that uncommon for bases to be attacked, " you snapped at him. You were working yourself up more.

" You're right, but currently at this moment in time you are completely safe and out of harms reach." he said softly, he didn't mind the fact that you snapped at him.

He knew it would only make it worse if he yelled back or grew impatient. Although it annoyed him, he did his best to take deep breaths. Keegan slid forward more to sit directly next to you. He let his legs hang off the bed, arms rested on his knees, as he leaned forward to try to look at you better.

" Right now the only thing you should be focused on is you and your injuries, not the next battle or if this base could get attacked. You're safe, and you're safe for now, and that's all that matters."

" But you don't know that for sure, " you emphasized as you rubbed one of your hands over your sleeved forearm. It was an attempt of self soothing. Unintentionally, you're letting quite a bit of your paranoia spill.

Keegan sighed softly, as you continued to voice worries. He tried to think of something to say back that wouldn't make you more upset.

" You're right, I don't know that. But even if it's attacked, we can deal with that when it happens, not right now. All I can do for now is take care of you and try to calm you down, okay?" He paused for a moment, he wanted some reassurance, maybe if he asked you would give it. " Do... Do you feel safe here?"

You took a few deep breaths, feeling worked up from the conversation. You were slightly hugging yourself while remaining stubborn with avoiding Keegan's efforts of eye contact.

" Why would you want to take care of me? I'm a fully grown ass adult, it isn't okay for me to be doing this, " you vented, eyes pooling with tears.

You had avoided his question of how safe you felt in his room, with him. Keegan didn't take this to heart, of course. Rather he allowed you to do it instead of pushing you.

" Because I care about you, I don't want people I care about to get hurt." Keegan's answer was short and simple, but it was true. He may not trust you completely just yet, but he did care about you enough not to let anything happen to you.

He scooted a bit closer to you, he felt like you needed comfort right now, and he wanted to try and be that to you. " Just, trust me that it'll be fine, but you have to stop stressing yourself out."

" I'm an adult Keegan, I shouldn't be acting like a child even if I can't control it, " you huffed out as you lifted your hand to wipe your face. Your hands burned with pain, but you continued to ignored it for the time being.

Keegan watch you wipe your face, and he seemed more concerned for you then ever before. However, he could admit, his patience was beginning to thin.

" Why do you have a problem with regressing?! Why are you so against it? It's natural, and it happens when you deal with too much stress and trauma," he snapped a little more than he'd cared to admit. He was so confused by you and why you felt so against it, what was causing you such a negative view of something like this..?

" Because it's not okay for an adult to be doing this! We have shit to do Keegan. We can't just drop everything just because I want to suck my thumb and cry, " you yelled back at him in annoyance. You didn't understand why Keegan wasn't getting where you were coming from, just like how Keegan didn't understand what you were on about.

Keegan's eyes widened a little at the yelling, but he refrained from raising his voice in response. This was frustrating. He wanted to understand what this negative mindset you have was all about, but you weren't giving him anything here.

" And it's completely fine for an adult to regress, just because you're an adult doesn't mean you can't act like a child at times, " he paused for a moment before asking you a question, " Did something happen to you for this to be a negative thing?"

" No, I've- I've never done this before, " you hiccuped out quietly, lowering your voice suddenly. Maybe it was untrue. You wouldn't know. As far as you knew, you've never regressed before. Although given you didn't remember much about yesterday, maybe you just didn't remember.

" Well, that makes it even more confusing then. If you've never done this before, then why do you have such a negative viewpoint? I'm just trying to figure out why you seem to be so against this."

Keegan continued to talk in his soft tone of voice, even though you were starting to really frustrate him. He figured it was best to not raise his voice, to try and keep you calm. It seemed to be working, at least so far. You tried to wipe your face again, trying to stop the tears. It didn't do much, especially with how much your hands were shaking.

" Because it's not okay, " you said again, whispering with your tone breaking.

Keegan put his hands on your hands to stop you from wiping your eyes anymore.

" What's not okay about it? The fact that you regress? Or did I read that wrong? Also, it seems like you're about to cry here, what's wrong?" This was the most frustrating part for him, you were giving no valid reason to what you believe about this.

As he took your hands, you leaned into Keegan. Really, you practically flopped against him. You rested your head against his chest, curling up as tears began to fall. You didn't know why you did this. You just felt the sudden, almost desperate need, to have physical comfort. The moment you had done this, Keegan quickly wrapped his arms around you. The touch was loose, but welcoming your weight with ease. He held you up calmly, those calm breaths soothing you unintentionally.

" It isn't okay, I'm an adult not a kid, " you mumbled.

" It has always been okay for adults to behave like kids when they're too overwhelmed or exhausted. This doesn't make you any worse of an adult for regressing. You're still an adult, you're just acting like a kid for the moment. There's no issue with that."

He tried to stay calm and be firm about everything that he believed. You were safe, nothing was wrong, you were just exhausted. Keegan couldn't see why you were so against this, but that doesn't matter now. He eeded to calm you down. Even if it was only a little bit. Carefully and gently, he began to rub your back in a soothing pattern of circles.

You didn't reply this time, instead hiccuping quietly as you cried. The rubs helped, made you want to cling to him. You had woken up pretty cold and Keegan's warm body was making it hard to not curl up into him and bury yourself.

Keegan on the other hand had stopped talking at this point, as he knew you were clearly going through something at the moment. He had to fight the urge to coddle you like a child. But he had to calm you down first.

" Just let it all out, okay? You're safe, no one is going to hurt you here. Just let it all out."

You cuddled into Keegan. That strange fuzzy feeling was creeping up on your mind again. You didn't like it. Your shaky hands gently held Keegan's shirt, weak, but you were trying to use them through the pain they were in. You continued to quietly cry, burying your face into his shoulder instead of his chest. It helped to cry. It felt better. Keegan couldn't help but feel a bit protective of you as he continued to let you hold onto him. Your grip on his shirt just made him want to pull you in closer and comfort you even more. This was certainly going to be a long day. Even though he was letting you bury your face into his shoulder, he still had some words to say.

" It's okay... I know it's a rough morning, but it'll be all right, okay…? I'm here for you, I won't let anything bad happen to you."

" Promise? " you asked quietly, weakly, but sniffling. You didn't move from your spot.

" Promise."

He just wanted to try and reassure you as best as he could. That was the only thing he knew how to do in a situation like this.

" I promise I wouldn't let anyone or anything hurt you. You only have to just hold onto me for now, okay? You don't have to try and put on a tough act anymore, let your mind rest here."

With that, Keegan wrapped his arms tighter around you. The action pretty much pulled you into his lap. You rested on one of his thighs, half on him and half on the bed. You didn't quite want to be in his lap, as tempting as it was. He didn't stop rubbing your back. He even went as far as to tuck your head under his own.

" I've got you, it's okay, " he whispered.

You tucked your arms under yourself as you pressed close to him. His breathing was soothing. You wished you could hear his heart beat too. Unfortunately the angle you both were sitting at was a little too awkward for that. You cried when cried until no more tears could physically come out. At that point, your head hurt almost as much as your hands did. Your crying calmed to soft, quiet, sniffles and hiccups

" Hurts, " you expressed, word slightly slurring as you confessed the distress to Keegan. You hadn't even realized you regressed again.

Keegan's eyebrows furrowed together as you continued to whimper in pain. Your whimpers made him want to try and soothe you even more. You seemed so broken and tired, it broke his heart.

" Where does it hurt?" he asked gently as he hugged you a bit tighter to him. He had figured you weren't even aware you regressed, so he thought it was best to keep that to himself, for now.

You lifted one of your hands, the other tucked against your chest. Your knuckles hurt a lot today, more so than yesterday. You tried to move your fingers, but it only made your hands hurt more and shake.

" Your knuckles, right?" he asked as he looked down over at your hand, he was starting to get a bit anxious. He had a strong feeling that you were going to regress even further very soon, and he didn't want it to hurt you.

" You're shaking, and you're in quite a bit of pain... you can't even move your hand without shaking... It might be best if we take it easy for now." He was becoming more worried, your body language was very telling.

" 'm head too, " you whispered pretty shyly. It warmed his heart you were telling him, though.

" Probably from crying, but it's okay, " he lightly teased with a chuckle.

You let out a soft whine and curled up against Keegan. You gave small nods as he spoke. You wished your pain would go away and you wanted him to make it go away. You cuddled into him, quietly chewing and sucking on your bottom lip. At this point, you were in his lap. You didn't even realize either. You were curled up perfectly in his lap. His arms supporting you while he unconsciously rocked you both back and forth.

Slowly, and sweetly, Keegan kissed the top of your head. Then he peeled a hand away to carefully take one of yours. He kissed each knuckle then did the same for the other hand.

" Healing kisses, " he hummed then wrapped his arms back around you. " They'll feel better in no times now. "

It was unlikely the kisses would truly do anything, but your mind convinced you otherwise in an instant. You blinked at one of your hands, staring at the knuckles. As a sniffle escaped, a small smile spread on your lips. It warmed your chest, allowing you to feel a little better at least. You quickly buried yourself right back into his welcoming embrace. Once settled, Keegan began to rock you again.

At least the smile was progress.

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mshroom1e · 1 year

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Perfect | Azul x GN! Reader

May or may not be fully self-indulgent. Azul is just so heurkrhforif

type: fanfic

Summary: A short and sweet fic about Yuu comforting Azul about his insecurity.

628 words

tags: fluff

Warnings(s): theme of insecurity about weight

Azul stood in front of a mirror in his room, surveying two shirts, debating which one he should wear. You lazily rolled around in his bed, hugging one of his pillows while you watched him.

Recently, Azul had been worrying more and more about what clothes he wore. You weren't sure why, because you thought be looked stunning in everything and anything. Spending time with him was usually you listening to his rambles - he's had a lot on his mind lately.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, worried, "This one doesn't suit me as well as this one."

"Azul, the shirts literally look the same," you blinked, trying to see the differences he saw.

You rolled over again, managing to wrap yourself in one of his fuzzy, warm blankets. Picking up an octopus plushie, you held it over your head and smiled, the little stuffed toy reminding you of Azul standing in front of you.

"Honestly, I don't see what the problem is," you added.

Azul sighed, still looking at the shirts, "I've been surpassing my daily recommended caloric intake recently. It looks like I've gone a size larger again."

Ah.

So that's what it was.

After knowing Azul for a while, you learned about his childhood, mostly from the tweels and how round and cute he was as a kid. And from observing his eating habits and mannerisms when you spent time together, he definitely was one who worried - no, obsessed about how much he ate. When you brought snacks over on some days, he'd only eat one or two pieces before claiming he was no longer hungry or saying he'd save it for later.

When you confessed your feelings to him, much to his surprise, and started dating, Azul noticeably became more conscious about his appearance and started measuring himself almost religiously. You told him countless times that he had nothing to worry about- he was at a healthy size and he really didn't need to lose any more weight. Despite your constant reassurance, he was still one to worry.

Having had enough, you stood up and walked over to Azul without him knowing. He was too focused on worrying about what he was going to wear to notice you creeping up on him in his peripheral vision.

He mumbled words under his breath, furrowing his eyebrows. He would say, "I knew I shouldn't have eaten those cookies," or "They always go straight to my thighs," or "I'm getting squishy again..."

His body jolted when he felt your arms snake around his waist from behind him, your chest resting against his back, trapping his body in a back hug. The warmth from your body spread across his back and through his whole body, making him shudder slightly.

"Y-Yuu?"

"You know," You whispered right next to his ear, causing him to audibly squeak, "You're perfect just the way you are."

His body froze.

"My arms can fit around you snugly li~ke this," you gave him a gentle squeeze, "As long as you're happy and healthy, is there really a problem?"

You chuckled fondly at Azul. He was frozen in shock by the sudden ambush headed straight to his heart. He always worried about what you thought of him, so hearing you saying you believed he was already perfect meant the world to him.

He let out a high pitched squeak when he felt you gently poke him in the stomach. He jumped back like a cat, eyes wide and a violent blush creeping up his neck.

"Gotcha~" you sang with a cheeky smile.

He stumbled over his words for a good 7 seconds before his voice cracked as he yelled, "Yuu!"

Azul spent the next 10 minutes chasing you around his room while you both erupted in fits of laughter.

#azul ashengrotto #azul x reader #twst fanfic #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #jade leech #floyd leech #octavinelle #tweels #fish mafia

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black--cherryy · 9 months

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How about one where Paul Stanley gets turned on by a fan who happens to be a tomboy, but there's just something about her that gets him going, so much so that he wants to "pleasure himself in the dressing room when he's alone", and the reader walks by overhearing it thinking he's not feeling good, so she comes in and realizes what's up and, yeah😏😏😏🤣🤣🤣🤣

Thx for your request <3 hope u like it and sorry that it took so long.

[Kiss]

Paul Stanley x Tomboy reader

⚠️ Smut ⚠️

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The boys were getting ready for the show. U were new and it was ur first day as a stylist so u were led by a lady that worked a bit longer with Kiss to show u what u have to do and how u have to do it. She told u to help Paul Ace with his costume so that's what u did. While helping Ace to fix his costume, he made little jokes to make u laugh as he noticed that u were very shy at ur first day. Your giggled shyly at the beginning but got more comfortable with time and even laughed later.

Paul was sitting and doing his make up while looking to the side from time to time hearing you laugh. At first he was like "whatever" but then when he turned around to really look at Ace who was annoying him, he noticed u.

A blushing and laughing, cute tomboy. He was surprised cuz usually the girls dress really girly around the band or just comfortable to work but u were different. He somehow liked ur style which was weird but something about u and the ur style really turned him on.

Paul stood up and walked over to Gene, telling him that the show has to start a few hours later cuz he doesn't feel well and has to go to his room to chill a bit. Gene of course nodded and let him go with a worried look in his eyes.

" Y/n can u please get some new hairspray, we ran out of two big bottles." A worker asked u.

"Sure but where can I find them?" U asked.

"In the end of the long hallway where the boys room are and then just left."

"Alright, gotcha" U nodded and went out to get them.

While walking past Pauls room u heard a weird noise coming from Pauls room. U knew that he didn't feel well so u stopped by his door and looked at it.

"Should I check if he's ok or just leave him alone?" U thought, standing there for good 3 minutes not being sure. After thinking for a while u got urself to knock at his door but apparently he didn't hear it cuz u didn't get an answer so u just walked in. I mean how had could it be right?

U opened the door and flinched at seeing Paul sitting on his couch with his dick out in his hand. That's like the worst thing that could happen when u just walk in. Seeing Pauls dick.

U quickly apologized many times and Paul flinched as well when he saw u coming in, trying to hide his member what didn't really work. The two of u were so shocked that u just started apologizing and him telling u that it's ok at the same time.

After calming down a bit a big smirk appeared on the starchilds lips.

"Why don't u come in?" He said.

U shyly looked up and nodded slightly before closing the door behind u and just standing there with your hand holding ur second arm in a shy way.

"I'm sorry that I just walked in..I heard noise so I thought something happened and that u maybe need hel-" Paul cut u off.

"It's okay darling. I'm perfectly fine as u can see." He smirked.

"And now that ur here, why don't u help me out a bit? I mean the show must go on and the fans are waiting. U caused the problem."

U didn't move an inch still looking down.

"Come here" he said ina friendly manner.

U looked up a bit and sat down beside him on the couch.

"Why don't u fix the big problem?" He said calmly.

"I will" u overcame ur shyness what got him surprised a little.

U smirked at him and got down on ur knees.

First u stroke his long member to make him even harder and after that u let his tip slide between ur lips which made him groan deeply. U smirked and after a while started sucking it and playing with his balls. From time to time u licked them even what made Paul go crazy.

He grabbed onto your hair and moved it himself as he was close to cumming. After a while he cummed in your mouth letting his cum drip down your throat. When he pulled out of your mouth he opened his cabin to get a condom out. U quickly sat up to take it from him and put it over his dick.

"Strip" He commanded but in a warm not command kind of voice.

U obediently stood up and started striping. His eyes wandered from your breasts all the way down to your legs. When u were completely naked he told u to sit on him. U did as told and started slowly moving up and down feeling his dick deep inside u making u moan out. His big hands made his way from your waist to your breasts, squeezing them. With time u got quicker with riding him what made u both moan at the same time but u still being slightly louder than him. Your hands were resting on his chest while u looked down into his brown eyes, then kissed him.

While riding his hands stroke over your whole body down to your butt where he placed a little spank that made u flinch a little. As he saw that u liked it he did it again and again. After a good amount of fucking u were ready to cum as he hit your g spot just perfectly, making u see and feel heaven. U moaned that u had to cum, he nodded and also started reaching his climax. While he started thrusting into u as u were riding him, u gripe on his shoulders tightened. U felt every muscle of u clenching up and getting tighter around him. His dick started twitching and his breathing became faster. Seconds later the both u cummed at the same time. U gasped out loudly as u felt his load fill u up. After thrusting into u a few times more, he leaned back and breathed out. U rested ur whole body on his chest and cuddled into him, trying to catch your breath.

"Fuck that was so good." His eyes were closed and his breathing became calmer but heavier.

"Are u feeling better now?" U smirked and looked up at him.

He laughed a little and nodded. "I do. Thank u nurse". He smacked ur butt and after cuddling for a while u put your clothes back on, got the hairspray and went back to the rest of the group.

#kiss band #kiss #kiss army #kissblr #paul stanley #paul stanley imagine #paul stanley x reader #paul stanley smut #paul stanley one shot #ace frehley #gene simmons #peter criss #classic rock fandom #tomboy

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jojolovesdogs00 · 1 year

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Between Our Hearts

Ship: Rachel x Reader

Chapter 1

You were staring at the ceiling of your room for what seemed like hours already but was probably only 20 minutes when someone knocked on your door softly.

"Y/n? Are you there?" head teacher of the orphanage you live mr.Brian asked softly after you didn't answer back immediately."Yeah, just give me one second!" you said, quickly getting up from your bed. "Coming!" You called out as you opened your door with a quick movement of your hand.

When you walked into the hallway you saw him waiting patiently for you. He gave you a soft smile. "What's wrong, Mr. Brian?" you asked politely as you approached the old man. You had met this man you were 5 years old when your parents left you here and never come back. "Well," he said, "it seems that we have a problem.". You started to think of what could be the problem that would cause the head teacher to be so serious."A problem?" you repeated dumbfounded. The old man nodded and sighed deeply before he started talking.

"As you know, you're about to turn 18 Y/n." he explained gently as if he was trying not to upset you."Yeah, I am..." you answered absentmindedly. You knew exactly what the topic about his conversation was going to be.

"You know we can't keep adults here." the older man continued speaking again as if he heard your thoughts. "I'm not happy either child." he admitted. He looked away from you for a moment then continued. "I have some friends work in real estate." He stopped for a second and then added."I think you could find somewhere to stay with them. They'd help you a lot."

Your brain was still processing the news but slowly you came back to reality and started to realize what the old man was telling you. "Thank you so much for your concerns mr.Brian but I think I can handle it on my own. You know I'll manage fine." you tried to convince him. He smiled sadly and patted you softly on the shoulder. "Yes I do, Y/n. But I hope you will consider my offer." and with that, he turned around and left. You stood alone for awhile, contemplating what you should do now. You were turning 18 after this week and you were gonna graduate from high school. You were also working at a burger shop part time. 'Maybe I can join army' you thought. You loved martial arts ever since you were a child. You were quite skillful when it comes to fight and you were a quick learner. 'It might not be enough though...' you thought once more while looking outside the window, observing how bright it was today. It was a nice day and you wanted some fresh air and sunshine so you wanted to take a walk. You started to get ready to leave the orphanage. After taking a shower and changing into fresh clothes, you went out of the orphanage with taking your purse in your pocket and started walking. You liked being outside and you had always enjoyed the freshness in the summer days. It felt good to move and enjoy the breeze. 'I feel hungry. I should have breakfast first.' you thought while heading towards the fast food restaurant near. When you arrived there you ordered a hot dog and french fries before sitting down at a bench near a lake in the park. You took a deep breath and let it out before starting eating and thinking. 'Why does my life seem complicated?' you thought while sipping your soda. Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard gunshots coming from the direction of the fast food place was located. "Oh no." you said aloud as you got up from the bench and ran towards where the sound was originating.

There was an old man lying on the ground bleeding badly with a wound in his arm and a bullet hole through his chest. A burl young man was standing beside him. He wore a smirk on his face and pointed a gun at the dead man. "Gotcha!" he said loudly and started to laugh maniacally. You could see the fear on the faces of the people in the surrounding crowd who were trying desperately to escape from the area. But the man didn't care at all and kept pointing the gun at the old man's chest and laughing crazily. Then he aimed the gun at the man beside the old man. That was when you decided to step in. Without hesitation you stepped forward and punched the man right in the jaw. He dropped the gun immediately as he fell to the ground with blood coming out of his mouth. You quickly bent down and grabbed the gun. With the gun still in your hand, you raised it toward the man. "Put your hands behind your back" you ordered sternly. He obeyed immediately and began to laugh hysterically. His whole body was shaking uncontrollably with laughter. "What the-" you were cut off by the police who came rushing over to you.

"Miss are you alright?" he asked, bending down next to the dead man. You nodded, handing him the gun."What happened here?" he asked, pointing to the body of the old man. You told him about the gun situation, how the stranger had shot him without mercy. The officer looked at you carefully for a few moments before nodding."Do you want us to call anyone for you?" he offered. You shook your head vigorously. "Nah, I'll be okay. Thanks for your concern officer." you responded.

"You are very brave girl miss." he replied smiling at you. "Thank you again sir."

"That guy is... quite burly. You knocked him out with only one punch huh?" the officer asked, impressed. You nodded.

"You must really be something huh?" he asked.

"Something like that" you answered nonchalantly.

You turned away from the scene and walked back to orphanage without looking back. After entering the building you headed straight for your room. 'What a day I had' you thought, feeling exhausted. You closed your bedroom door and sat down on your chair, leaning against it. You sighed deeply, closing your eyes for a second as exhaustion overcame you. 'I should take a shower first' you thought. You got up from the chair and opened your closet. You quickly changed your clothes and made your way to the bathroom, taking a shower before brushing your teeth. Once you were done, you dried your hair, fixed it with a towel. You put on clean pajamas before getting into bed. You laid there, staring at the wall with tired eyes, thinking about the events of that afternoon. Suddenly there was a knock on your door. You frowned. You weren't expecting any visitors. 'Mr.Brian again?' you wondered. You stood up from your bed and walked to the door. As you opened it, you found a man standing before you who seemed surprised to see you. "Can I help you?" you questioned. He was way taller than you, with dark brown hair falling onto his forehead and blue eyes shining under the light coming from your room. "Um yeah actually..." he started to say nervously. "I'm sorry to disturb you at such an hour miss...?" he continued. He seemed suspicious as he stared at you curiously.

"Why are you asking and who are you?" you asked him coldly. He chuckled awkwardly.

"Sorry to disturb you that way miss. I'm Dick Grayson. I heard what happened at fast food shop today." he said apologetically.

"Are you policeman?" you asked while raising an eyebrow.

"I'm a detective at station. I heard about your... incident and I wanted to see if you're okay miss." he explained. You crossed your arms.

"I'm good sir. Thank you for your concern." you responded, giving him a polite smile. "If there isn't more-" you started to say but was cut short by Dick. "Actually there is miss." he said seriously. You looked at him confused as to why he suddenly became serious.

"Your phsical ability... knocking down a burly guy with only one punch... with a petite body..." he trailed off. You stared at him confused. "I'm here to invite you to Titans miss Y/n."

#rachel roth #rachel roth x reader #rachel roth x you #rachel roth x y/n #raven #raven x reader #raven x you #raven x y/n #lesbian #female reader

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i-will-always-be-happy · 11 months

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Ler Sanemi chasing and tickling Lee Giyuu?

YESSSS! EMO AND CHIHUAHUA BOY! I LOVE THEM!

Warning: This fanfic contains tickles. Also remind them that I don't speak English, so if they find any errors, let me know to correct it. I hope you like it!

Also, contains Sanegiyuu (Sanemi x Giyuu)

Ler: Sanemi Shinazugawa

Lee: Giyuu Tomioka

'I screwed it up!' 'Come here you moron!!', Sanemi yelled, hot on the heels of Giyuu, who was running around Sanemi's entire estate.

Let's put a little context, will you?

'I don't know what's up with Giyuu, he's been bitter. Today when he spoke, his voice sounded different, could you help me verify that everything is fine with him?', Sanemi looked at her confused, Shinobu asked him to take care of him?

'Why I should? He's an adult, let him take care of himself' 'I'm telling you as Oyakata-sama's request, I don't have much time right now, there are many injured patients and I have to take the medicine. Do it and I'll tell Aoi to make you whatever food you want'

Sanemi refused, but now he was waiting for Giyuu to arrive, he saw him. Shinobu was right, it seemed like he hadn't slept these days or months, he looked more unpleasant and dull than usual

'Good morning, Giyuu', he had no answer for a few seconds 'What do you want Shinazugawa? Be quick and brief, I want to get out of here', what? Giyuu?

'What's your fucking problem?!' 'That's how you always answer and I don't yell like that', oh wow... He really was in a bad mood

'Giyuu, are you feeling alright? You...', Sanemi tried to touch his shoulder, but Giyuu's look was different, it was as if he didn't want to be touched by even an insect. 'What do you want?'

Sanemi was confused, why was he acting like this right now? But... Something went through Sanemi's mind. A few words

'Ohhh is anyone angry? Come here!' 'Eahahahaha! Mahahama!', Sanemi felt bad for a moment, his memories, he felt, nostalgic

Sanemi tried to press Tomioka's hip, but Tomioka dodged and hit Sanemi's hand roughly.

'Don't touch me, Shinazugawa', Sanemi blushed slightly, it was a part of Giyuu that although he usually looked so serious, his tone of voice and new gaze surprised him.

Hey, but he hadn't slapped him?

'Did you slap me? Giyuu Tomioka', Giyuu wanted to keep his seriousness but when he turned to answer him, he saw Sanemi cracking his knuckles and laughing.

'Shit', Giyuu thought before running and being chased by Sanemi, which is what I was telling them when the story began.

'AGH!' 'GOTCHA!!', Sanemi played dirty, he really did, he pushed Giyuu hard, very cruel of him.

'Oh no, did you fall? What a problem! Calm down Tomioka! Now that I'm your friend, I'll worry about you, that's why... I'll see if you don't have a broken rib after this fall', well Giyuu, you asked for it

Sanemi and Giyuu fought, Giyuu holding Sanemi's wrists and trying as much as possible not to get

'Sa-Sanemi! No!' 'I won't do anything to you! Be a good friend and stay put!', well, Giyuu will probably win... Who am I kidding? Obviously not-

'DAHAHAHAMN!! SAHAHANEMIHIHI!!! STOHOHOP!!! I'M FIHIHINE!! QUIHIHIT IT!!' 'Mmmmm let's see, there doesn't seem to be a problem here, nor here, hey stop moving! You can get hurt!', Sanemi pressed between each space of his ribs, 'checking' that Giyuu wasn't hurt.

'STAHAHAP!! YOHOHOU DAHAHAHAMN DOHOHORK!!!' 'Oi, who are you calling an idiot, huh?', Sanemi positioned himself on Giyuu's upper ribs, digging right into that spot and smiling as Giyuu's laughter increased.

'What's up Tomioka? You should thank me for the fact that you're fine!' 'FAHAHAHAHACK!!! *gasp* SANEMI!!! *snort* *hipcup* ENOHOHOHUGH!!! *scream* WAHAHAHA!!!!', Sanemi smirked, but didn't stop

Giyuu kicked, begged, writhed, yelled, snorted, and squealed for mercy for almost 2 minutes, until finally Sanemi stopped and let him go.

'Well, now will you tell me why you were like this?', he received no answer. 'Tomioka?', nothing.

'Hey, I'm talking to you-!', Sanemi shook Tomioka, but still, he received no response.

'TOMIOKA?!', Sanemi got scared and the only thing he chose to do was give him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, maybe he had gone too far?

He approached willingly, until Giyuu opened his eyes and kissed him.

'I worry you, don't I?', Sanemi blushed and pushed him away, crossing his arms as Giyuu laughed and stood up.

#demon slayer tickle #demon slayer tickling #lee!tomioka #ler!sanemi #contains sanegiyuu #sanegiyu

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theweightofakiteofdreamsingold · 10 months

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Pacing – J. Kiszka

Warnings: Literally none. Just the sweetest, fluffiest Josh.

Summary: As a seasoned nurse working in your hospital’s Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, you’re a bit reluctant to going through the process of training new volunteers, but one volunteer comes along and reminds you of why you do what you do.

A/N: Soooooo remember that time that Josh said he loves babies? I felt like it would be cool to write a little fic about Josh learning how to take care of babies bc we know he would be the absolute best at it. 😭🫶

Bajabule,

-Han

"Y/N, you'll be in Pod 6 today with Nancy. You guys have 7 babies in there, so the two of you can decide who will have 3, and who will have 4. Also, reach out if you need help with anything because the procedure nurse and I are both out of assignment."

You nodded, taking a long, slow sip of your coffee. You made a mental note to get a refill from the break room before you headed to your pod. Before you walked away, the charge nurse pulled you to the side while the rest of your coworkers filed out of the hallway to get report from the night nurses.

"I also wanted to let you know that we have a new bunch of volunteers coming in for their first day today, so just make sure whoever takes the 3-list helps them out. They'll probably need some help learning how to feed and change the babies, especially with all the cords from the monitors. Just wanted to give you a heads-up."

"Gotcha. Will do," you said, still half asleep, as you walked to get more coffee. You didn't mind training people or helping the new volunteers, but sometimes if the babies were difficult, it made the whole situation difficult. You decided to keep an open mind, figuring that whatever was going to happen was going to happen whether there were new volunteers or not.

You made your way to your assigned pod and looked at the acuity sheet for the babies. All of them were the same; no one was on oxygen and they all had the ability to bottle feed, but also had a feeding tube to use as well if needed. Nancy was standing at the entrance to the pod.

"I had the 4-list yesterday, so I can take them back today since I know them already. If that's okay with you."

You nodded, "Sure, that's fine. Makes my life easy. Thanks."

"No problem. They're not a bad group, so I don't mind."

The two of you continued into the pod and got report from the night shift nurses, all the while taking notes about your babies. After report, you walked to the sink to wash in before you mixed milk for your first baby of the day.

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Around noon, you saw a small group of people walking through the NICU with the charge nurse; the new volunteers were getting a tour, you assumed. You were standing by the entrance of your pod, getting things ready to start over with your first baby of the round, sitting out diapers, wipes, and burp cloths. Because of where you were, you could hear what the charge nurse was saying to the volunteers: "So this last pod here is Pod 6, and this pod primarily houses our babies that are the closest to going home. They move into this pod to simply feed and grow, and, whenever they feed well and grow enough, they get to go home with their families. With that being said, let me see who we've assigned to this pod today, and we'll go meet the nurses."

She looked at the clipboard she was holding, scanning to find the name beside your pod. When she found it, she looked at her group, searching for the face that matched the name she had placed her finger on.

"Josh? I have you down to be in Pod 6 today. Is that okay?"

You looked over and saw a boy, in his twenties, you guessed. He had grown-out, curly hair that looked like it would be incredibly soft to touch. It was light brown in color, complementing his dark eyes. His face was very structured, his cheekbones high and his jawline sharp. His smile was wide and sweet, and he was looking at you. It was then that you realized you’d been staring at him and missed part of the conversation. You looked to your charge nurse who was standing beside him, sharing his grin.

“Y/N I was saying that Josh is assigned to volunteer in here and help you guys out today. Did you take the 3-list or did Nancy?”

“I did,” you said, trying to hide your embarrassment.

“Great. So Josh, Y/N will be around to help you do the cares and feed the babies. Any questions you have, don’t be afraid to ask. No such thing as a silly question. She’s a great nurse, so she’s a good one to have around for help. Let me know if you guys need anything!”

“We will. Thanks,” you said, before she turned away to lead the rest of the group to their assigned pods.

You took Josh around and showed him all the babies in the pod, showing him where their name cards were, which were written in either pink or blue ink, depending on the sex of the baby. You watched him as he studied the babies in their cribs, his eyes soft. You noticed that they were a deep brown color as they shone under the examination lights over each bed space.

“Do you have any kids?” you asked, attempting to gauge how much experience he had with children.

“I don’t,” he started, “I really love babies though, and I thought this would be a cool way to learn to take care of them. Especially these babies in here. Feel like they can use a little extra love, ya know?”

You smiled at him and nodded. The warmth in your chest took you by surprise. Working with sick babies could take a lot out of a person, and you often felt strung out and slightly jaded. Not a lot seemed to affect you anymore, and you were glad when people like this came around and served as gentle reminders about why you chose to do this for a living.

“That’s where you come in.” You laughed softly. “Do you want me to show you what to do first or do you want me to help you do it?”

He thought for a moment. “Can I do it while you tell me what to do? I feel like I’m a good hands-on learner.”

“For sure. So go ahead and open up the blanket, and we’ll get this little gal cleaned up and changed.”

He put on a pair of gloves and took his time, gently opening the baby’s blanket. As a result of the new, cold air, you watched her face twist as she began to cry. Josh’s wide eyes immediately looked for you, asking for help. You found them and grinned.

“It’s okay. She’s just chilly because you took her blanket off. We’ll keep going and get her wrapped back up. She’ll feel like a brand new girlie.”

He nodded, hesitating before he reached for the diaper and wipes as the baby continued to cry. “You can try talking to her. Sounds weird, but hearing people’s voices can soothe them sometimes.”

He nodded, continuing to change the baby under your direction. “Now then,” he said softly, “You feel better, mama? Hm?” He snapped the bottom of her onesie closed and she watched him quietly, very alert. You walked him through the swaddling process, resulting in a very loose wrap. You assured him that the more babies he swaddled, the faster he would become a professional.

He smiled and looked to you, waiting for his next task.

“Here. Slip this gown on and you can sit in that chair and hold her while I get her milk from the warmer.”

He did as you said, slipping his arms through sleeves of the hospital gown and taking a seat in the rocking chair by the baby’s crib.

When you came back with the bottle of milk, you grabbed a burp cloth and pulled up a chair beside him. You showed him how to hold the baby and put the burp cloth under her chin.

“So, most of the babies in this pod are still learning how to eat. Some of them drink way too fast and don’t stop to breathe, and some of them take longer to eat because they aren’t the best at sucking. This baby tends to drink a little too fast and get ahead of herself, so we have a feeding plan to help her. That sounds kinda scary, but it’s really easy. Go ahead and put the bottle in her mouth, but tilt it down like this. See how there’s no milk in the end of the nipple there?”

He nodded.

“So we wait until she starts sucking, and tilt it up like this. See, now you can see the milk in the end there.”

“Right,” he said, nodding again.

“So now, we’re going to count the sucks. After 4 or 5 sucks, tilt the bottle down again, like this. We do that to give her a chance to swallow the milk that she has in her mouth and take a second to breathe. Just teaching her that pattern to suck, swallow, and breathe. We call it ‘pacing.’ Does that make sense?”

He nodded, his eyes wide. You could tell that he was nervous.

“It’s okay. You’ve got it. I’ll be right here to help.”

He watched the baby intently, waiting for her to start the pattern. When she sucked, he slowly lifted the bottle, letting the milk fill the nipple. You silently counted the sucks as he did, and after the 5th one, he softly tilted the bottle back down, just as you’d told him. You watched his featured soften and a smile creep across his face when she’d completed the cycle and began to suck again. His eyes lit up and he looked at you, an excited smile on his lips.

“See? I told you that you had it. You’re a natural with these guys. I’ll be right over here charting if you need anything. Let me know.”

“I will. Thank you so much,” he said, still smiling.

As you charted, you stole glances at him, watching him smile and talk to the baby. “Look at us, huh? I think we make a pretty good team,” he cooed.

Once he’d finished feeding her, you went back to him, re-doing her swaddle and watching her drift to sleep. You asked if he wanted to hold her while she slept and you watched his eyes light up again as he agreed. You handed him the baby again after he took his place back in the rocking chair, and you continued on to do the cares and feed your next baby.

Whenever it was time for the volunteers to go home, Josh stood up and gently placed the baby he had been snuggling back into her crib. He kept his hand on her swaddle as he told her goodbye and wished her sweet dreams as she slept. You walked over to him.

“Heading out?” you asked?

“Unfortunately,” he replied, “but I’ll be back tomorrow. Hopefully I can come back in here. Are you gonna be here?”

“I am. And they should put me back in here again, too.”

“That’s perfect. Thank you so much for helping me today. And thank you for loving these babies. You guys are awesome. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, his bright smile shining as he gathered his things.

“I’ll see you then!” you said, watching him turn and walk out the doors of the NICU to go home.

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nitannichionne · 8 months

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Ransom's Redemption (A Chris Evans Fanfiction), Chapter 26: Going Home

I hug Sy on sight.

"Hey, li'l bro," Sy hugs me back, chuckling deep. "I gotcha." He frowns at me. "You alright, man?"

I nod and say, "I just wanna get home."

"Me, too," he looks around. "I've been watchin' the Doppler, and this storm is no joke, it's gaining speed. These people need to get out of here pronto or find a hotel." He looks around again and I see it: he wants to do something, to help. He shakes it off. "Let's go."

For some reason, I felt like a "li'l bro" just then. He really is a soldier-trying to solve problems, do something. He really is someone to look up to, be like. "I'm sure the train people are monitoring it. They'll figure something out."

"They better, or the Guard will be out here," he sighs. "C'mon."

We get in the car, and we're gone. I mean, gone. "Learn to drive in the service?"

Sy laughs. "Well, I learned a different kind of drivin' in the service. Times like this, I'm pretty glad I did. That and--" he pats the dashboard. "buying Baby here. Made some modifications on her myself. She's the--"

"Fastest hunk of junk in the galaxy!" we both laugh.

"So, how was New York?"

"Got the shoot done," I say.

"Well, that's good, right?"

"Yeah," I agree. "but my photographer..."

"He sucks?"

"No, no, just... we were friends before, and--"

"You don't think he can accept that you've changed."

"Yeah."

"Well, you can always keep it professional or get another professional."

"That's what I'm trying to decide," I shrug. "What happened with Damien Pierce?"

"You know the guy's name, huh?"

"Hard to forget the name of the guy Mimi broke an engagement with."

"Not much," he shrugs again. "He just popped up to say hi, I made sure he was just poppin' up to say hi, and we sent him on his way."

"Made sure?"

"He might have had a plan," Sy half shrugged. "I just backed Mimi's play. There was no plan."

"What happened?"

"Well, you know, Damien saw Maira and Mimi on TV, and when she gave your last name, he knew you two were married. For some reason, he didn't believe it."

"Believe what?"

"I guess he did a little recon," Sy shakes his head. "You just got out of jail, you got married in no time after. He always hoped he would get her back someday."

"And he comes the weekend I am gone?" I tense.

Sy laughs. "Well, we all got friends, man. Friends who can give us a lowdown on the low-low."

"What happened?"

"She turned him down flat, offered him coffee and a sandwich." Sy went on as a matter of factly. "He said his last wife cleaned him out in a divorce, even took his truck!" Sy laughs, shaking his head. "What kind of woman takes a man's truck?"

"But she didn't take the dog," I point out.

"Naw, she didn't take the dog," Sy shook his head. "Anyway, he said he has property down south, an off-grid place where he could live and maybe start over. I'm not sure but I think he asked her to come with him. She said she'd help him, and she put him to work over the weekend. He slept in the basement. We paid him cash for labor, Mimi doubled the cash and bought him a plane ticket, too. I got the dog carrier, gave him some old clothes and he was gone."

"Heh," I shrug. The stories matched.

"Is that why you're comin' home so fast?"

"I missed her."

"Aww, ain't that somethin'."

I smile. "It is. And I finally figured out what song she put on my phone."

"Oh, yeah, I Get Weak."

"Does everybody know?"

"Amaira and I have ringers too." He smiles. "My ringer on her phone is Home by Daughtry."

I think of the words: The miles are getting longer it seems the closer I get to you. I've not always been the best man or friend for you, but your love remains true...and I don't know why. You always seem to give me another try. I'm comin' home to a place where I belong, where your love has always been enough for me. "More than enough."

"Huh?"

"Nothin'," I take a deep breath.

"You're really not the same guy, Ransom," Sy says. "and that's alright. In fact I'd I think I'd kick the old you's ass."

I laugh. "I think I might have, too."

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skeleboiii84 · 2 years

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Sweeter than you look🍯

(Hero stretch X villain reader prt. 3 The.. Date..?)

You growled at the sight on your phone... It was Saturday.. Time went quicker than you wanted it to. You couldn't believe you were about to do this, it would be your first date in 5 years. five years ago you were dating a guy called Jake, he was your partner in crime your other half your best friend.. And.. Your lover. Well that was until he was shot dead by those stupid guards.

Whatever it's not like you cared all that much it was five years ago. Anyway you put on a pair of black jeans with a chain belt and a tight black v-neck crop top with noodle strings keeping it up. As well as your trusty trech coat that went down to about calf level.

You started walking to the coffee shop when you felt like you were being watched.? You shrugged it off as I'm probably just paranoid. But as you kept walking the feeling grew. You choose to ignore it until you got to the coffee shop you saw stretch inside on his phone and as soon as you put your hand on the handle.. "GOTCHA! ", Some guy was putting a cloth with stuff on it against your mouth while another held your arms behind your back.

"MNMMPH!!", You tried to scream, kick, push anything you felt yourself get tired weaker when all of a sudden you heard- " HEY! ", the two men scurried off without a moments hesitation. You looked up at who it was to see stretch but he looked different one eye was blazing with an orange light and the other completely normal.

"You alright Y/N? ", stretch asked worried. You looked at him for a second as the light in his eye disappeared. " yeah I'm ok", you said with a slight snarl. He sighed softly with relief "that's good I'm glad" he said with his usual goofy ass smile. But this time you kinda just let out a sigh and a small smirk.

"Was that a smile~" he teased pointing at your face. "Get your finger outta my face before I bite it off" you growled. "Haha! Alright alright, hey let's head inside".

You rolled your eyes as he opened the door for you. Hours had past and it was getting dark. You were both laughing at Reddit memes of this dumb clown called Andrew Tate (yes, yes I went there fight me) on stretches phone. "Hahahaha! What a stupid cunt!", you laughed " haha! Yeah check this one out!!", stretch snickered as he gave you his phone.

But your laughter was interrupted as a spider monster approached "alright you two it's closing time so either go home or get out" she smiled. "Yeah no problem muff" stretch said still giggling a little.

"Hey we could take this back to my place? If you want", stretch asked, you looked at him and let out a sigh "sure why not", you said. With that you teleported to his house.

"Soooo", he started, " if you're gonna get me to watch jaws with you, in your wet dreams shark boy", you said sarcastically. He chuckled "nah, I wanna watch something you want to watch", he said with a smile. " hmmmm" you thought for a moment before you picked one! "how about IT? " he looked at you with a glint in his eye socket.

"Sure thing just don't fall asleep on me", he winked over his shoulder causing you to roll your eyes once again.

It had been a few hours and you must've fell asleep because you were at you house. You were so confused was it all a dream? No it couldn't be it felt so real. You opened your phone to find a new message.

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Stretch

Last seen: 12:54

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Heya sleeping beauty you'll probably be awake when you see this but you fell asleep back at mine so I teleported ya back to your place instead of waking you up, I had a great night with ya. 12:50

Goodnight Y/N get a good rest x❤ 12:54

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Wait- did he? No he didn't- did he?? Send you a heart?? You had to pinch yourself once or twice to make sure you weren't dreaming. You felt your cheeks heat up a little bit only a little bit, you smiled and decided to reply to him.

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Stretch

Last seen: 12:54

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Heh thanks dumbass but call

Me sleeping beauty again and I'll

Kill you x 9:08

We should do it again sometime shark lover❤ x 9:08

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You smiled slightly maybe this could be something worth your time? You put your phone down to get ready for a casual day. But you were wrong..

Chtp.4

The runaway traitor.

Find chpt. 2 on my page

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jmaster13 · 2 years

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The Case of the Man in Purple

"Hold still, you little bugger!" Wyatt demanded. The ant crawled away from him as fast as his legs could go. Wyatt held the magnifying glass steady and kept the beam on the ant. "Hey Roman, check it out." Roman put down his toy tractor and went over to see what his older brother was doing. Just as Roman sat down next to Wyatt, the ant began to smoke. "Gotcha!" Wyatt shouted with glee. "That's five now, where is another one?"

“Is that dad's magnify glass?" Roman inquired.

“What if it is!” Wyatt barked. “What’s it to ya!”

“You know you are not allowed to play with that.”

"Shut up, mama's boy."

“Roman, Wyatt, we have company." Their mother called them. Wyatt looked up to see his cousin Brett walking over to them. Roman greeted his cousin, but Wyatt scowled at him.

“What are you doing?” Brett asked.

“None of your business stuffed shirt!” Wyatt snapped

“We’re burning ants!” Roman said with a smile. Wyatt smacked Roman in the arm, and Roman started to pout.

"Why are you doing that?"Brett asked. "Want to check out this new game I got, it's called Monopoly? Wyatt gave Brett a look of pure disdain. "It's this cool game where you get to buy properties and charge people rent for landing on them, and there's a part of the game where a player can even go to jail!" Brett was so enthusiastic about his new game. Wyatt just stared at Brett, then a coy smile appeared on his face.

“I have a better game in mind," Wyatt announced. "It's called Tackle the Twit." Brett had a confused look on his face.

"I've never heard of that game befo…" Wyatt tackled Brett to the ground and pinned him. "Get off me!" Brett screamed.

"Roman," Wyatt said, "Grab his feet and hold him still." Wyatt's face had an evil smile upon it. He took his magnifying glass and held it above Brett's head, trying to burn a hole in his forehead. Brett struggled to free himself, but Wyatt sat on him hard, pinning his arms to the ground. "If you wiggle around, it's just going to hurt more." The glass caught the sun, and a beam of light pointed to Brett's forehead. Brett cried for help. Wyatt laughed at his cousin's misery when suddenly Wyatt was knocked clean off Brett.

Lucas was standing over the three boys. Roman gasped and ran into the house. Lucas then held out his hand and helped his brother to his feet.

"Are you okay, Brett," Lucas asked.

"Yea, I'm fine," Brett said with shame in his voice. He rubbed his forehead to make sure there wasn't any damage. Lucas glared at Wyatt, still laying on the ground.

"Why do you have to be such a bully?" Lucas asked Wyatt. "Every time we come over here, you cause a problem." Wyatt spit towards Lucas, but he didn't get some reasonable distance, and the loogie landed between the two. "Real mature Wyatt." Wyatt snickered for a moment then began to twitch furiously.

When Lucas pushed Wyatt off Brett, Wyatt landed on top of the anthill he was tormenting. The ants crawled into his pants and began biting him. Wyatt jumped to his feet and started to dance around the yard, yelping in pain. Brett and Lucas stood there, laughing at him.

"What's going on here?" Cried a very stern voice. Aunt Sara was being led outside by Roman. She saw her son dancing around the yard in pain, then saw Brett's clothes were dirty. "Brett, what happened to your clothes?" she asked. Before Brett could open his mouth, Wyatt began screaming.

“He pushed me into the anthill mommy!" Sara looked coldly at Wyatt.

“I can assume there was a reason for that?" she asked her nephews.

“Yes,” Lucas said. “He had Brett pinned to the ground and was trying to burn a hole in his head with this.” He held up the now cracked magnifying glass.

“He's lying mommy." Wyatt wept. "I was listening to Brett about his stupid game when Lucas just came up and shoved me."

Sara looked at the three then down to Roman. She bent down and made herself eye level with Roman. "Roman, Sweety," She began. "Please tell mommy what really happened, and how daddy's magnifying glass got broken." Roman looked at his cousins then at his brother. Wyatt gave Roman the death stare. Roman clung to his mother in fear and whispered in her ear. She nodded and made "hmmm" noises. When Roman was done, she stood up with her hands on her hips.

"Wyatt, you are in so much trouble." She roared. "You lied to me, attacked your cousins, and played with you dad's magnifying glass when you know you are not supposed to! When your father gets home, you are going to get it!" Wyatt seethed with anger. He charged from Lucas, trying to knock him down, but Lucas was a bit bigger than him, so that was a challenge. Sara yanked Wyatt off his cousin and smacked him on his behind so hard, that sound made Brett hold his bottom. Wyatt's eyes welled up, and he darted for the house crying.

He went into his room and slammed the door. Wyatt quickly changed into a clean pair of clothes throwing what he was wearing into the hamper. He plopped down on his bed, drying his eyes and regaining his composer. His mother barged into his room. "We will talk about the magnifying glass later." She told him. "Right now, I want you in the living room with your cousins and brother playing that game." Wyatt sat on his bed, pouting. "MARCH!" she ordered. Wyatt got off his bed and slummed his way into the living room were Brett had set up his new game. Wyatt begrudgingly sat down on the floor and looked at the stupid game.

"I’m happy you want to play with us," Brett said. "I'll let you pick the first token." Brett held out his hand. There was a battleship, a top hat, a race car, but one shape stood out to Wyatt, a cannon. Wyatt slowly picked up the cannon token.

“I wish this could actually fire," Wyatt said to himself softly.

“I get to be the race car!” Lucas shouted as he plucked the token from Brett’s hand.

“I'll be this thingy," Roman said as he picked his token.

“That’s a thimble.” Lucas corrected him.

"And I'll be the battleship," Brett announced. The boys placed their tokens on "GO," and Brett read the rules. Everything started okay, and after about an hour, the boys were still playing, but things were getting heated. Wyatt rolled the dice and groaned when they showed nine. Lucas gave an evil laugh.

"That puts you on No. Carolina Ave." Lucas said. "With my hotel, that's will be $1275." Wyatt looked at his money. He didn't even have half that.

“I don't have it," Wyatt said through gritted teeth.

“Well, I guess that means you're out, and I win," Lucas said triumphantly.

"Now, wait a minute." Brett interrupted. "He can still mortgage his properties."

"Or he could go to jail for not paying." Lucas quipped. "Dad says he'd end up there anyway." Brett's jaw dropped at that remark. Wyatt's eyes grew wide, and his face turned red with anger. He flipped the board off the coffee table and stormed up to his room. His door slammed like thunder. Lucas just scoffed at his cousin's tantrum. Brett quietly cleaned up his game, with Roman's help. Almost everything was accounted for except the cannon was missing. They scoured the room but couldn't find it. Brett and Lucas left to go home not long after. Wyatt stayed in his room for the rest of the day. He hated his cousins, with a passion. They always thought they were better than him. He'll show them one day, he'll make them pay the ultimate price.

Years later, Wyatt was working his shift at the docks. He was going down his list, checking the latest shipment. One of the crates was equipment for Maroon Cartoon studios. Wyatt hated cartoons so much. They made him think of his cousin. He kicked the box putting his foot through the exterior, causing a massive hole for the film to spill out. Wyatt looked around to make sure no one saw what he did. When the coast was clear, he marked damaged on his list and continued checking the rest of the cargo.

During his lunch break, Wyatt was reading the newspaper. He took a big bite of his sandwich and began to choke on it. There was a picture of his cousin Brett in the paper. The newspaper was reporting on how Brett and Jacob Valiant stopped B.J. Whetstone and saved Maroon Cartoons. Wyatt began to seethe with rage. He balled up the newspaper and tossed it across the dock. Brett was such a goody-two-shoes, why does he always win. Wyatt reached into his pocket and pulled out a little metal object. He held it close to his face. "I swore I would make them pay." He said to the small item. "I think I know what to do." He carefully placed the object back in his pocket and quietly slipped away without the other workers noticing.

On the other end of the city, the trial had ended, and B.J. Whetstone was found guilty. The judge sentenced him to 25 years in the maximum penitentiary. He was locked in a holding cell by himself, waiting to be transported to prison. He sat in the cell, grumbling to himself when he heard a noise.

"Pssst," B.J. looked around, trying to figure out where that noise came from when he heard it again. "Pssst" It was coming from the window in the cell. A man was looking into the window with a sly grin. "are you B.J. Whetstone?" the man asked. B.J. nodded in confusion. "Great, I'll be right back." The man leaped from the window. B.J. climbed up to look out to see what that man was doing. The man was wearing a purple suit and was carrying a bag. He reached into the bag and pulled out Toon TNT. B.J. knew what was about to happen and raced to the other side of the cell. He could hear the fuse sizzle right before it exploded, making a gaping hole in the wall. The man entered the cell through the hole. "Come on, let's get out of here!" B.J. could hear guards shouting as they were charging to see what the noise was. B.J. and the man escaped through the new hole and bolted down the alley. There was a car parked nearby, and the engine was still running. The man jumped into the car, and B.J. followed suit. The man merged the vehicle into traffic but tried not to bring attention to them as the cop cars raced by them in the opposite direction. B.J. stayed low to the floor so he would not be seen.

After about twenty minutes, the man pulled the car into some type of garage. B.J. couldn’t see where they had gone being on the floor. When the man parked the car, he told B.J. it was safe to get out. B.J. crawled out of the car and stood up. He recognized the place they were at, The AJAX building. B.J.’s old hideout. The man directed him to a table where a pinstripe suit was waiting for him and B.J.’s Big Boss mask. B.J. picked up the mask and admired it. "Hello, old friend." He said to the mask. The man in purple waited as B.J. changed out of his prison clothes and into his Big Boss attire.

“Now that's more like it," Big Boss said as he checked himself out in a mirror. "So, do you have a name, or do I just call you, stranger?"

“My name is Wyatt,” the man said. Big Boss nodded and adjusted his tie. “I also procured some of your belongings that were taken in as evidence.” Wyatt directed Big Boss to a table with all kinds of toon props. "I don't know what they all do, but I hope they can be helpful." Big Boss examined his arsenal, making sure everything was intact. "I found this one really weird," Wyatt said as he picked up a seltzer bottle. "What is this thing?"

"That is a bottomless seltzer bottle," Big Boss answered. "Toons would spray that in the villain's mouth, and it wouldn't stop until they released the handle." Wyatt held the bottle close to his face. "Be careful with that. I don't know what kind of condition it's in." Wyatt squeezed the handle, and the bottle blasted his face with a stream of water. Wyatt loosened his grip on the handle, but the handle was stuck and wouldn’t stop. Water was drenching him, he opened his mouth to gasp for air, and the river coming from the bottle poured into his mouth. His cheeks expanded from the pressure. Big Boss stood there, trying not to laugh as Wyatt's belly swelled with water. The buttons on his jacket popped off one by one. Wyatt gurgled pleas to Big Boss to help him. Big Boss finally intervened and grabbed the bottle from Wyatt's hands. "I warned you not to play with anything." Big Boss chuckled. Wyatt had a colossal gut full of water. When he walked away, you could hear the sloshing. "If we weren't on the lamb, I would get help, but now we have to wait until the water leaves you." Wyatt collapsed to the floor, laying on his back, moaning and rubbing his swollen belly. "This could take a while."

In Toontown, Jacob and Brett were working on a case. Brett's brother Lucas was now working with them to pay off a debt he owed. There had been a string of burglaries going on, and the trio was on the cat burglars trail. The Ritzy High Rise had the most recent robbery. Someone robbed Scrooge McDuck of his lucky penny. Most of Toontown's wealthiest people lived in the Ritzy High Rise such as Mr. Magoo, and Red's Grandma. Jacob stood in front of the building staring at the revolving door entrance. He let out a sigh and turned to Brett and Lucas.

“Okay, listen carefully," He said to the brothers. "I need you to do exactly what I say. Those revolving doors can be tricky. You walk straight through the door slowly, do not rush, or the door will start spinning you." Jacob walked to the door to demonstrate. He went through the doors at a snail's pace. Jacob made it inside the lobby without an incident. He then signaled to the brothers to come in. Brett followed, copying Jacob's every move. Once Brett was in the lobby, Lucas was about to enter the door when a toon messenger boy raced through the door. The door violently spun around several times so fast, it was a blur. Then the door spit out the messenger boy launching him across the street. He landed in the middle of a group of garbage cans. Little birds danced around his head as he laid in the garbage. Lucas took a deep breath and slowly entered the door like the others and made it through the door.

In the lobby, Jacob looked up the floor of the latest robbery. "So Scrooge McDuck is on the 37th floor. We need to get up there and interview everyone." Jacob headed for the stairs. Brett and Lucas stood in the lobby, confused.

“Uh, Jacob," Brett called. "Why not take the elevator?" Jacob froze in mid-step and turned to Brett.

"Trust me," He responded. "You don't want to take the elevator. The stairs are much faster." Jacob began to climb up the stairs. Lucas shook his head and pressed the elevator button. They could hear the elevator dropping at an alarming rate when it stopped with a mighty crash on the main floor. The room rumbled from the collision. The doors opened to reveal Droopy as the elevator operator.

"Going up, sirs?" Droopy asked the boys. Brett and Lucas smiled, thinking Jacob's warnings were a bunch of bologna, and entered the elevator. The brothers fell to the floor of the elevator, which was two feet lower than the door. Droopy was standing on a crate of passion fruit operating the elevator. Brett and Lucas climbed to their feet and fixed their jackets. "Hold on, sirs," Droopy warned them as the doors closed. The elevator shot off like a rocket up the shaft. Brett and Lucas screamed as the force of the launch splattered them on the floor. Droopy looked down to see Brett and Lucas as round pancakes flattened to the floor. They both looked at him with severe disdain. Droopy then brought the elevator to a sudden stop launching the detectives into the ceiling of the elevator. "Your floor, sirs." He said, looking up at the flattened boys. Jacob was waiting for them at the elevator doors. He knew they wouldn't listen. When the doors opened, Jacob poked his head into the elevator and looked up at Brett and Lucas.

“I warned you guys." He said as peeled his partners from the ceiling.

"Have a good day, sir," Droopy said to Jacob as the doors closed, and the elevator took off like a shot. Jacob shook Brett and Lucas out like a rug until they popped back into shape.

“So, will you now listen to my warnings?" Jacob asked them. The weary brothers nodded in agreement and followed Jacob to Scrooge's penthouse.

The place had been ransacked. Drawers were flung open, and stuff scattered around the area. Scrooge showed them were his lucky penny was kept and the footprints the burglar left behind. Jacob took notes on everything. The penny was held in a bell-jar in the middle of the room. Jacob thanked Scrooge and promised to catch the culprit. When they left his penthouse, Jacob turned to Brett and Lucas.

“This is where we split up," Jacob announced. "Go around and knock on doors asking neighbors if they saw or heard anything, then warn them. I have a feeling the burglar will strike again soon." Each of them went to a door and knocked. Jacob had the pleasure of knocking on Mr. Magoo's door. He was a pleasant man and welcomed Jacob in. Lucas, however, was yanked into the door by the resident. Brett didn't see who it was, but he could hear yelling and crashing going on. He went over to kick in the door when he heard Lucas cry, "Cut it out, Grandma!" Brett knew Lucas was okay and went off to another neighbors door.

Lucas had the great fortune of meeting Red's man-hungry Grandma. She chased him all over her apartment. He knocked over furniture to slow her down, but she was very spry for an old woman. Her place must have been designed by Sarah Winchester because it was a giant maze. Lucas would open doors looking for an escape. Some led to a sudden drop to the street below, while others had a brick wall behind them.

Grandma would often catch Lucas and plant a few kisses on his face. Lucas did manage to outmaneuver her and make his way to the front door. He was struggling to turn the knob when he noticed Grandma flying through the air straight for him. Her lips were out in front, ready to land a great big smooch on his face. Lucas managed to get the door open and slammed it just as Grandma's lips crashed into the door. Lucas collapsed to the floor with a sigh. And quietly crawled away before Grandma could open the door and pull him back in.

In Mr. Magoo's apartment, Jacob was having a lovely chat with Quincy. When there was a crash in the other room. It sounded like something smashed through a windowpane. Jacob went to go investigate. He switched on the light just in time to catch the thief red-handed. Jacob sprang into action fighting the robber. Jacob landed a few left hooks and an uppercut knocking the burglar to the floor. Just as Jacob was about to cuff the thief, there was a loud bang. Jacob felt something powerful hit him in his gut, sending him flying across the room. Magoo was standing in the doorway with his double-barrel shotgun. "That will teach you to rob me!" Magoo shouted. "Here, let me help you up, Sonny." He grabbed the thief's arm and helped him to his feet. "You go call the cops, I'll keep my eyes on this hooligan." The robber shrugged and bolted out of the apartment with what he could grab.

Brett and Lucas saw the thief race passed them out of the apartment and into the elevator. They heard the man scream as the elevator took off. Brett and Lucas entered Magoo's place calling out for Jacob. "In here," Magoo's voice called out to them from the other room. They ran into the room to witness the horror in front of them. Magoo stood there with his shotgun pointing at Jacob, who was splattered against the wall like putty. Magoo mistook Jacob for the robber and let the real one getaway. Brett explained everything to the befuddled old man. Lucas called the toon hospital to come and scrape Jacob off the wall and fix him. All in all, it was a typical case for the detectives.

A crowd was gathering around the courthouse. Everyone wanted to see the gaping hole left in the side of the building. The police were on the scene, keeping onlookers and reporters back in case the wall collapses. One stealthy reporter managed to sneak his way past the blockade and snap some pictures of the hole. He managed to take two pictures when an officer grabbed him on the shoulder. "What are you doing here?" The cop asked, "It's not safe here." The reporter turned to the cop with a charming smile beaming across his face.

“The names Elliot Parker.” The reporter announced. “I’m a reporter for the LA Times. Can you please tell me what caused this giant hole?” The cop just stared at Elliot.

“Like I said, it isn't safe here." The cop repeated. "Please leave, or I will be forced to remove you." Elliot reached into his pocket and pull out a crisp five-dollar bill.

“This can be yours if you answer my questions," Elliot replied with a smug attitude. The cop took a few steps towards Elliot until they were almost nose to nose. The cop then plucked the bill from Elliot's hand and shoved it in Elliot's mouth.

“Tell all your fellow reporters, Officer Dallas Smalls cannot be bought." Dallas grabbed Elliot by the collar and threw him towards the blockade. He was seized by two other officers and escorted off the premises. Elliot put up a struggle but soon gave in when he overheard another officer spill the beans. With the information he just learned, he felt this would be the story to get him the recognition he needed. He left the courthouse and headed to the city's outskirts to see the men who put BJ Whetstone in jail in the first place, Valiant and Tucker.

A taxi pulled up in front of the building that housed Jacob's office. Brett and Lucas climbed out of the back. Then very gingerly, they assisted Jacob from the back. He was still a little woozy from being splattered. "Okay, Jacob," Lucas said as they made it to the steps. "One step at a time." Lucas held Jacob around the waist with Jacob's arm slung around his shoulder. Brett was right behind them in case they lost balance. But just then, Brett heard a "Psssst." Brett looked around for the source of that noise. Elliot stepped out from the side of the building and beckoned Brett to come to him. Lucas had Jacob inside the building, so Brett went over to the reporter.

"What do you want now, Elliot?" Brett asked.

"I'm here because I'm on the brink of a major story," Elliot said with excitement in his eyes. "I was wondering if you heard anything about the jailbreak that occurred earlier today?"

“No, sorry," Brett replied. "We've been busy working on a case. Besides, we deal with Toon stuff, not humans." Brett turned to leave.

"Someone busted B.J. Whetstone out if jail." Elliot blurted. Brett froze in his tracks. "They don't know who it was, only that he was wearing a purple suit. I wanted to get a statement from you guys since you were the ones to put him in prison." Brett turned to face Elliot.

"Well, I will say this," Brett said. "If Whetstone is dumb enough to come after us for revenge, we will put him back in jail. Oh, you can quote me on that." Brett stomped off towards the office. Elliot chased after him.

“One more thing,” Elliot said as he cut Brett off. “Where was his old base of operations?”

"It was the old AJAX building," Brett answered. "But I doubt he would go back there. The cops would have been all over that place by now.” A crash was heard inside the building. “Please excuse me. I have to make sure my brother didn't drop my partner going up the steps." Brett raced into the building, leaving Elliot alone on the sidewalk. Elliot closed the notepad he used to take notes on everything Brett said and nonchalantly walked away.

Brett burst into the office to find Jacob slumped in his desk chair. Lucas was sweeping up broken glass from a picture frame. “Is everything alright?” Brett asked. Lucas nodded as he rose up from the floor.

"Yes," Lucas replied. "I bumped an old picture off the desk. Everything is okay." Lucas carried the dustpan over to the trash to empty it. Brett sat on the edge of Jacob's desk.

"How are you doing, Jacob?" Brett inquired. Jacob sat up a bit in the chair.

"I'm okay now," Jacob answered. "I just never had that happen to me before. That really messed with my head." Jacob laid his head down on the desk. "I just hope this day gets better."

“Well,” Brett started. “I am sorry to say it won’t. Someone helped Whetstone escape from prison.” Jacob’s head darted straight up off the desk. “They don’t know who he was or where they went.”

"I can't believe that happened," Jacob said furiously. "Why would anybody want to break him out of prison?"

"I know I'm new here." Lucas interrupted. "Who is this, Whetstone person?"

"BJ Whetstone," Brett said. "He was the first case Jacob worked on with me. He tried to flatten Rose and me with a sixteen-ton weight." Lucas nodded as if he understood. "We better be on our guard just in case he retaliates." Jacob agreed.

Across the city, Tyler parked his car a few blocks away from the old AJAX building. He quietly snuck in through an open window. When Elliot got in, he was saddened to find the building empty. He kicked an empty can in anger. The can flew through the air and then bounced back off nothing. Tyler picked up another can and threw it into the building. It too bounced back. The reporter moved forward towards the center of the room only to walk straight into a well-painted backdrop. "It's so convincing I bet it fooled those dumb cops.” Tyler jeered. He lifted the backdrop and went deeper into the building. In the distance, Elliot could hear voices. Afraid of making noise as he crept along, so he took his shoes off. He carefully set them on the floor and continued to go forth toward the voices in his stocking feet.

Elliot discovered the source of the voices. Big Boss was in a room surrounded by a horde of cartoon villains. They were plotting something big involving Dongiva Dam. Elliot whipped out his note pad and started writing everything down he saw and heard. From what he gathered, Big Boss was planning to blow up the dam and flood Toontown. This was definitely a big story. Elliot could almost see the awards he would get for this. Suddenly a door opened, and the man in purple entered the room. Elliot crouched to the floor, trying to make himself as small as possible.

“Ah Wyatt,” Big Boss exclaimed. “I see you are all better now. I would like you to meet my team.” Big Boss directed Wyatt to the group of villains surrounding them. Elliot wrote down every villain he saw. There was Yosemite Sam, Buzz Buzzard, Bluto, Two spies named Boris and Natasha, Dishonest John, and two new toons he has never heard of call Dick Dastardly and his dog Muttley. Elliot watched as Wyatt looked over the plans Big Boss and his minions cooked up.

“These plans are great,” Wyatt said. “But how will this eliminate the detectives?” Big Boss stood there in silence. “I think I can add to the plan. How about we threaten to blow up the dam unless the toons bring us those two detectives?" Elliot couldn’t tell if Big Boss liked the idea. It was hard to read him since he was wearing his mask.

"I love it." Big Boss exclaimed. "Turn the toons they protect against them. Then the toons will come crawling to me to protect them. Toontown will be in my grasp." Elliot thought he had enough information for his story. He slowly crawled away, trying to find his shoes so he could leave. Once Elliot collected them, he proceeded to put them back on. Once they were on, he rose to his feet and bumped into a crate of marbles knocking it over. The marbles crashed to the floor and scattered. The toon villains went to investigate the noise. Panicking, Elliot ran but slipped on the marbles landing on his back. Stars danced around his head. When they cleared, he saw several evil faces grinning at him.

The villains tied Elliot to a chair. Big Boss leaned into his face. Elliot could feel the heat emitting from behind the mask. "Who are you, and what are you doing here!" Big Boss demanded. Elliot stayed silent. Wyatt sat in the back of the group staring at a metal trinket. Elliot could tell he was thinking. The spy Natasha handed Big Boss Elliot’s press badge and notepad. “Elliot Parker Press, so you are a reporter? Well, I guess this will be the last story you will ever have."

"Wait!" Wyatt shouted from behind everyone. "I thought of something. How would you be able to deliver your message to Toontown? I think Mr. Parker here might be able to help us solve that problem. He turned around and grabbed an air hose. "Now, Mr. Parker, say AHHHHH!"

The next day, Jacob, Brett, and Lucas were back on the cat burglar's trail who was plaguing Toontown. This time the burglar robbed Red of her jewelry. Just as they were about to enter the building, she resided in, a massive shadow covered them. They looked up into the sky to see a giant blimp floating above them. "That's the strangest blimp I have ever seen," Lucas stated. "It looks like it's wearing clothes."

"I think that is a person," Jacob said. "You see things like that in Toontown." Jacob shrugged and opened the door when the blimp began to talk. Jacob recognized the voice right away. The blimp had been fitted with speakers. The voice booming through those speakers was nonother than Big Boss.

"Citizens of Toontown." The announcement began. "It is I, Big Boss come to bring my wrath to you. In twenty-four hours, I will blow up Dongiva Dam. That is unless you bring me the Detectives Jacob Valiant and Brett Tucker. I want them alive, but do what you must to bring them to me. You have twenty-four hours." The blimp then darted from the sky with a whoosh. A strong wind followed the blimps exit.

“Uh, Jacob,” Brett said quietly. “I think we need to get out of Toontown fast.”

"Oh please," Jacob scoffed. "He thinks the toons will turn on us. Give them some credit. They would never turn us in, after all, we do for them." Just then, a roaring crowd could be heard in the distance. Brett pointed down the road. Jacob was horrified to see an angry mob had formed. The toons were carrying pitchforks and torches. "On second thought, maybe leaving isn't a bad idea." The trio raced down the road away from the mob, which chased after them.

Lucas tripped over some garbage cans and braced himself for the mob that was closing in fast, but they ran right past him and continued to chase his brother and Jacob. He let out a sigh a relief and dusted himself off. He ran back down the road to try to get some help.

Brett and Jacob were running as fast as they could but were running out of steam. Just then, Witch Hazel popped out of her house. "Boys come over here. I will hide you from the mob. Jacob and Brett didn't question it and went inside. The mob, not seeing where they went, continued down the road. "Now you boys are safe and sound with Auntie Hazel. Perhaps you would care for some milk and cookies?" She set a tray of cookies on the table along with a pitcher of milk. Brett didn't hesitate and began scarfing down a couple of the cookies. Jacob was reluctant at first, but he eventually tried a couple of them. They were delicious, so warm and soft. Soon Brett and Jacob were getting sleepy. Hazel smiled at them sweetly was they both drifted off into a slumber.

They woke up sometime later feeling very warm, yet they couldn't move. Jacob was a bit groggy and confused about what happened. Jacob soon realized what was going on and let out a loud gasp. Witch Hazel had baked the detectives inside giant cupcakes. Only their heads were sticking out.

“What did you do to us?” Jacob snarled.

"I needed to keep you two from getting away," Hazel replied. "Big Boss will thank me." "But why?" Brett demanded. "We helped prove you didn't kidnap Hansel and Gretel." "Do you boys have any idea what lots of water does to a gingerbread house?" She barked. "It disintegrates!"

"AH, your mother rides a vacuum cleaner!" Brett snapped. The two detectives struggled to free themselves from their confection prison. Soon the was a knock at the door. The witch opened the door and let Bluto and Buzz Buzzard in. They grinned at the trapped detectives before picking them up and carrying them off to meet Big Boss.

Lucas raced down the road, searching for the car. He couldn't remember where he parked it. He looked down every street on his way, until he spotted it. Lucas fumbled with his keys to get them ready as he approached the car. Suddenly a giant shadow covered the entire road, and a giant foot stepped on the car crushing it into scrap metal. Lucas looked up to see a giant in front of him. "GIANT!" Lucas yelped his he fell backward and began to crab-walk away from it.

“Oh dear, look what I did." The giant said. "I'm sorry I didn't see your car there. I hope I didn't hurt anyone?" Lucas couldn't see the giant's face due to the sunlight, but he knew the giant's voice.

“Willie?” Lucas ask. “Is that you up there?" The giant bent down out of the sunlight. Lucas could now see his face, and yes, it was Willie, the Giant. "Oh boy, am I glad to see you."

“Do I know you, little guy?" Willie asked.

“No,” Lucas said sheepishly. “But you know my brother Brett Tucker, the Toontown Detective.”

“Oh yeah, how is Brett doing?”

“Not good. Big Boss put a bounty on him and Jacob. The whole city is after them. Can you help me save them?”

“Sure thing!” Willie said as he picked up Lucas and placed him on his shoulder. “Your brother found my lost hen that lays the golden eggs. I would do anything to help him.”

“Great, I don't know where he is, though," Lucas said with sorrow in his voice.

“Big Boss has them.” A voice cried out. Lucas looked all around until he saw a man draped on the side of a building like a sheet. It was Elliot. He was fully deflated now and just laying limp."I saw them get carried away by his goons as I was whooshing through the air. They are probably at the AJAX building, that's where he is hiding."

“Thanks man,” Lucas said and pointed Willie in the right direction.

“WAIT!” Elliot shouted. “Before you go, could you please set me in front of the hospital?” Willie obliged by picking Elliot up off the building and setting him down in front of the hospital. He hoped someone would find Elliot soon. Willie then started off towards the AJAX building with Lucas on his shoulder, hanging on tight.

In the AJAX building, Big Boss was gloating over the trapped detectives. "This time, I will make sure I dispose of you two the right way." He barked. Jacob and Brett were still trapped in the giant cupcakes. Jacob just stared daggers at Big Boss. "However, I must wait for my partner. He went to plant the explosives at Dongiva Dam."

“What!" Brett screeched. "I thought you said you would spare the dam if we were in your custody!"

“My dear boy,” Big Boss chuckled. “I’m a villain, I lie.” He patted Brett on the head. Brett snapped at his fingers like a turtle. “My, my, what a temper you have. Now I know why my partner wants to dispose of you personally.”

“Who is your partner?” Jacob demanded to know. “And why does he want to dispose of us?”

“It's not what you think, Jacob." Big Boss said. "He wants the honor to get rid of just Brett. I will have the pleasure of taking you out." Big Boss leaned into Jacob's face. Jacob could feel his red eyes burning into his soul. "You know Gossamer is very hungry. I think he needs a snack." The orange toon monster slowly stomped his way toward Jacob. He licked his lips looking at Jacob stuck in his pastry prison. Jacob squirmed, desperately trying to free himself. Gossamer drew his black claws as he got closer, ready to tear into the cupcake. Just then, the room began to shake. Pieces of the ceiling crashed to the floor. Within an instant, a giant fist smashed through the wall knocking Gossamer across the room. Big Boss' villain flunkies scattered away like cockroaches. Lucas jumped through the new hole in the wall and made a heroic pose.

“Not so fast, Big Boss," Lucas said, placing his hands on his hips. “I have come to stop your evil deeds and free my friends.”

"Oh please," Big Boss scoffed. "I'm pretty sure I can beat you." Lucas charged for Big Boss, who was in a defensive stance. At the last second, Lucas veered off to Big Boss' left. "What's wrong?" Big Boss taunted. "Are you afraid of me?"

“Nope,” Lucas said with a smile. “I was just distracting you.” Just then, Willie's hand grabbed Big Boss and pulled him through the hole. Lucas seized this opportunity to start tearing apart the cupcake Brett was cased in. He could hear Big Boss groan, he shuttered to think what Willie was doing to him. By the time Lucas freed both Jacob and Brett, an object flew back through the hole and landed near the trio. It was Big Boss all knotted up into a ball. Willie's eye peered through the hole.

"Did I get the bad guy Lucas?" he asked.

“Yes you did Willie,”Lucas said as he helped Brett dust the cake crumbs from his suit. "Thank you for your help.” Willie gave a wink and left the scene. “Now,” Lucas said, “Let's get you guys home before something else happens."

"No, we can't leave," Brett said urgently. "Big Boss's partner is at the dam planting the explosives. We need to stop him." Lucas and Jacob agreed and took off for the dam.

The detectives raced across Toontown to the dam. When they reach the bottom of the dam, they saw some figures move inside with some barrels. Jacob wasted no time and jetted inside after them. They climbed several flights of stairs to the main control room. There was Dick Dastardly and Muttley stacking barrels of explosive nitro next to a time bomb. Thankfully the bomb wasn't set yet.

“Stop right there!" Lucas shouted, making his heroic stance again. Dick and Muttley look at the detectives, totally confused. "I'll have you know you guys have lost. Your partner in crime, Big Boss, has been captured. You better turn yourselves in now, or do we need to rough you up a bit?" Brett hid his face in embarrassment.

"They are not Big Boss's partners!" A voice barked from behind them. "I am." The trio turned to see Wyatt holding a closed umbrella pointing right at them.

"WYATT!" Brett shrieked. "You are the one behind all of this." Wyatt had an evil smile upon his face. Suddenly the umbrella spewed a green gas from the tip of it. Brett, Jacob, and Lucas began to cough and fall to the floor. All three of them were out cold. Wyatt stood over them, cackling. "Don't just stand there staring." He snapped at Dick and Muttley. "Help me get them into place."

Jacob slowly came to with his head throbbing and his arms feeling sore. He could hear a loud machine running close by. When he finally was fully cognitive, he realized he was hanging by his arms over a large printing press that was running. Brett and Lucas were on either side of him, slowly waking up too. "You monster!" Jacob shouted over the loud press.

"I may be a monster, but they made me that way," Wyatt said, pointing to Brett and Lucas.

“Wyatt,” Brett cried. “Why are you doing this?”

“Well cousin,” Wyatt began. “You two were always better than me and rubbing it in my face.”

"That's not true," Lucas interjected. "You were always a bad seed. We were nothing but nice to you and tried to put up with you." Wyatt picked a metal trinket from his pocket and flashed it to his cousins.

“This tells me a different story on you guys being nice to me.”

"Is that the cannon piece from Monopoly?" Brett asked. "Oh man, Wyatt, you should have gotten help. All of this because of that game, that's not healthy." While Wyatt focused on his cousins, Jacob took a swing at Wyatt with his leg. Wyatt saw it at the last second and caught it. Jacob was hoping he would do that and wrapped his other leg around Wyatt's neck. Wyatt struggled to free himself. He lost his footing and slipped off the edge of the press. He clung onto Jacob as he was now suspended over the press too. He climbed Jacob until he was eye to eye with him. Jacob gave Wyatt the evil grin and started to sway on his rope.

"Stop it!" Wyatt yelped. "I'm going to fall." This made Lucas push Jacob with his foot so he would get more of a swing going. Wyatt couldn't hold on much longer and lost his grip. He fell into the presses opened top, but caught onto the edge. Jacob was still swinging wildly when his rope snapped. He managed to land safely on the edge of the press's mouth. He glared at Wyatt. Thoughts raced through his head about letting Wyatt fall in, but Jacob wasn't a bad guy. He grabbed Wyatt's wrists and pulled him up to safety.

Wyatt breathed a sigh a relief and looked back into the press. "Thank you," he said quietly to Jacob. He then kneed Jacob in the gut and grabbed him by the back of his jacket. Jacob counter by stomping hard on Wyatt's foot and ramming his shoulder into Wyatt's chest. Wyatt stumbled backwards and fell into the press. There was a giant squelch as Wyatt was flattened by the press's roller. The little cannon piece landed on Jacob's foot. He picked it up and placed it in his pocket. He carefully freed Brett and Lucas from their ropes and climbed down the press. He saw something flat and purple move down the conveyor belt. It was Wyatt pressed paper-thin. Jacob picked up the villain and folded him up neatly.

"I guess it's a good thing we are in Toontown." Jacob quipped. "Or else this would have been very messy." He tucked the folded up man in his jacket pocket. "Come on, guys, let's take him to the police." The trio left the dam and trekked across Toontown to enter the human city. There they gave Wyatt to the police and told them everything that happened. Wyatt was carefully filed away in evidence until his hearing. Big Boss was finally sent to the maximum penitentiary.

As for Jacob, Brett, and Lucas, they went back on the trail of the cat burglar. This time they caught him in the act and were able to follow him back to his hideout. It was an old abandon warehouse. The three of them worked together to pin the burglar into a corner. Jacob went to cuff the crook and remove his mask. "Dan Backslide!" Jacob gasped. "I should have known." Dan wasn't ready to be caught and managed to jump high enough to reach a ladder that led to the catwalk above. Jacob followed him up the ladder with Brett right behind. Lucas had to stay on the floor in case Dan jumped off. The catwalk was rusted and rickety. Dan reached a dead end because a giant piece of the catwalk was missing. Jacob and Brett were closing in on the thief when the panel they stood on gave way. Jacob and Brett plummeted down, landing in a trash compactor. Lucas raced to pull them out but was too late. The machine activated. Lucas could hear Brett and Jacob wail as the machine crushed them. Soon the machine spit out two cubes, one brown the other blue. Lucas knew that those were his brother and Jacob.

"Oh well," Lucas sighed. "I guess I have to take you to the hospital again. Lucas picked up the cubes, one under each arm. He then walked out of the warehouse to the car, where he neatly placed them in the back. When they were secure, Lucas got in the driver's seat and sped off for the hospital.

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@ muses what's your worst nightmare?

The crusader died, he waited for the light to shine down on him, to call him into heaven or to throw him down to hell for the atrocities he has committed. But instead there is nothing. He realizes that all his life has been a lie. There is no heaven or hell, no shining light that would guide his immortal soul to the afterlife. Instead, he keeps floating, wandering the earth as a restless spirit for eons to come, completely alone. There is no redemption.

A bounty got away, they saw his face, they know who he is, and they swore revenge. They start hunting him, at first only one or two, he can push back, no problem. But they keep on coming. More and more and more. Soon the hunter becomes the hunted. They chase him across all continents, he keeps running, but there is no place to hide. Every time he thinks he can catch his breath, there is another face, grinning 'Gotcha!' it says, and he starts running again. There is no place to hide.

There is a big party, just for him. He is the hero, he manged to drive back the evil, everyone is looking up to him, everyone adores him. Finally, the recognition he deserves! In stumbles a man. 'He is a sham!' he cries, 'He didn't do anything! He only faked his win!' Suddenly all the eyes feel like pins and needles on him. 'I always knew it, he is good for nothing' a woman says and then the murmuring starts. Everyone turns away! No, please stay! He doesn't want to be alone! But soon all the backs are turned, nobody cares about him. He is all alone.

The corset is so constricting, the shoes too tight, yet she keeps smiling. 'Yes darling, of course I will make more tea' she hears her own voice say. It's her body that moves, her hands, she can see it, but why don't they listen to her? Smash the tea pot, she doesn't want to obey! But she has to, her body is nothing but a marionette, puppeteered by her husband. She wants to cry and scream, but she keeps smiling as she serves the tea. There is no way out.

He lost the fight, the monster has taken over, now he is the prisoner in his own mind and watches through a thousand eyes, like the facets on a fly, how it brings darkness over the world. 'I knew you were never more than a monster! You tricked me!' he heard Sixty yell, but he was long dead, was the first to fall in an attempt to stop him, together with Dismas, Reynauld and Quesnel. He killed all his friends. He is a monster, after all.

#ah yes nothing better than some delicious angst on a saturday morning #our name is legion for we are many || the bulwark answers #truth prevails! || answered ask

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redvanillabee · 13 days

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sullivans crossing s1e9 reaction post because i saw it on my local channel and saw cmm in the trailer and thought eh if i went to see mi7 and yall are keeping me updated on resident alien/invasion through gifsets i might as well see what he's been up to

also i'm starting on ep9 cos that's what's on tv rn. i might go back and watch the previous eight eps.

reaction and spoilers under cut

is he like. just here as the main character summer love interest

ok so far seems like a cute little small town show. very quaint. no thoughts brain empty feel good type of show. i can get behind that.

wait that girl is a doctor??

oh so it's set in canada. i love the scenery. it's so cute.

is she about to perform open skULL SURGERY ON A CLIFF LEDGE

SHE IS

ok this took a turn i thought this was just a show with small town drama

oh so this is one of those shows where you've got like five different narrative threads and each is a character/family's problems gotcha

(can you tell i don't watch tv all that much)

wait why is he counting down to the end of july what's happening at the end of july

(wait i didn't catch which day in july was circled because 👀)

i mean dude's certainly found his niche as the small town love interest. good for him.

you know what i think i might actually follow the show now. it's certainly not a high concept production like mi7 or resident alien but. it's cute. it's fine. i like it.

#personal #sullivan's crossing #chad michael murray

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ah0rmone · 3 years

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dazai osamu x fem! reader

warnings: nsfw, minors, dni! dubcon if you squint because the reader finds dazai annoying but attractive, non-consensual touching (at first), enemies/rivals to fuck buddies I guess?, fingering, vaginal penetration.

there are literally two self-defence techniques from here and here

"Why it has to be you?" you grumbled looking at the person who stood in front of you.

"Oh, who else would you like to see as your teacher? Kunikida-kun who's doing everything according to instructions, even fighting? Ranpo-kun who won't lift a finger unless it's a murder case? Or Tanizaki-kun who's always followed by Naomi-chan?"

The obnoxious man in front of you was called Osamu Dazai and, to be fair, you'd actually prefer any other agency member over him. Sure, he definitely had combat experience and, probably, wasn't that bad at teaching, given that Atsushi was still following him. But something about him was off and you didn't like it. Nor that you had any choice, Dazai was there for a reason and that reason was Fukuzawa's order.

"Whatever," you sighed. "Can we get to it already?"

Today was the day when you were supposed to learn some self-defence techniques. Your ability wasn't really of a combat type, so you never participated in fights but it didn't mean that you had a zero possibility of running into problems. It was your own request to be taught how to protect yourself.

However, you didn't feel quite confident at all. You genuinely hated conflicts and tended to avoid people, so all of this was a somewhat essential but still itchy experience. Your sporty shorts and a skintight top wasn't helping the situation either. Especially, since a person with who you were going to get quite close physically was a rather attractive young man. You and Dazai weren't that close, just colleagues who barely communicated. For you he was just as attractive as he was annoying - you wouldn't mind having a fling with him but nothing more. Maybe it was the way he carried himself: overly cheerful, loud and noisy. Or maybe it was the things he was hiding: his true mischievous, manipulative personality.

Taking a deep breath you reminded yourself that it was your idea, something that your survival depended on and that you just had to get over it.

"Usually you're not the one who fights, y/n-chan. So what are we doing here?" Dazai asked, a teasing smile on his lips.

His eyes were gleaming with a vicious sparkle. Your power imbalance was uncomfortable to you. You shrugged, the feeling that he was a big cat and you were his meal strongly sat in your guts.

"I'm here to learn how to defend myself. Like some easy techniques. I'm not very strong, keep it in mind," you reminded with a well-controlled flat voice but some notes of irritation would have been apparent even to the densest person.

Osamu didn't answer, instead, he let his fake smile turn into a smirk. For a moment the room fell into silence and you could swear that your heart was beating too loud. Both of you just stared at each other for some seconds until the smile returned on Dazai's lips and the man joyfully clapped.

"Okay, gotcha! First of all," he took a step closer. "The most important thing in fighting is a stable stance. Stand like this," he put the left leg forward and motioned you to follow him.

Hesitantly you mirrored his stance, the feeling of embarrassment washing over you. It wasn't even the physical activity that you hated but the way Dazai was gazing at you. Predatory eyes were gliding over your skin like he was analysing your tiniest movements. Like he was about to pounce.

Just as you anticipated, once you've finished copying him, Osamu clicked his tongue and stood up.

"No, y/n-chan, you're doing it wrong."

You were about to argue but Dazai was already behind you. Suddenly painfully aware of the warmth of his body you tried to move from him but he was quick to put a hand on your hip.

"Let me help you," his hot breath ran over the shell of your ear making you flinch a little.

While you were contemplating whether you should allow him to be that close, Dazai had already brushed his palm down your leg. Now he was standing next to you, your bodies touching.

"There," he encouraged, moving your leg a little further by the back of your knee. His other hand was still placed on your hip and such a position was taking away any personal space you had before.

"Thanks," you muttered, feeling the light smell of his cologne.

"Now you're standing rather steady, aren't you?" he beamed with his hand still on your leg.

"Ah, yeah," you muttered, grabbing him by the wrist and pushing it off yourself then taking a step back. "Guess, we can move to the actual stuff now."

"Y/n-chan!" Dazai exclaimed. "The stance is very important, I didn't show it for fun!"

You saw the man's lips curl into a pout but either than that he didn't display any sign of irritation by you pushing him away. Keeping that in mind you decided that even though he might not have any ill intentions you should stay on guard.

Something dropped behind the door and as you inverted your gaze to the sound you felt your hair being grabbed.

"What," you didn't even have the chance to end the question instantly being pushed to the wall.

Your colleague's right hand was holding firmly your hair, the other one gripping your waist. You tried to push back, but to no avail - his whole body was pushing you to the wall.

"Dazai," you growled.

"Too bad, y/n-chan," he cooed. "How can you protect yourself when you have such a short attention span? Look at you - one move and you're helpless."

The sting of resentment piercing through your heart encouraged you to grumble through the teeth:

"I told you I'm weak."

"And stupid apparently," he gibbed.

"Listen," you tried to free yourself but instead just shook your hips clumsily. "If you came here just to insult me, let's end it, I'll ask Fukuzawa-san to send someone else," voice full with venom, you wanted to be as far from Dazai as possible but instead felt with dread as your hips bucked into his. You jolted forward fighting for the tiniest bit of space.

If Dazai noticed, he didn't show it as there was no reaction whatsoever. However, your little touch wasn't the only thing he ignored:

"Let me instead show you how to deflect it," he proposed, paying no heed to your words.

He backed up and you got a chance to glance at him with unhidden irritation. He met your gaze with a cheesy smile like he wasn't a person degrading you a couple of seconds ago. However, giving it a little bit more thought you exhaled and nodded. After all, you should've picked up something from this lesson, not just the revelation that Dazai was a total dick and you wouldn't want him to be near you ever again.

You moved from the wall and this time he gripped your hair slowly.

"What you want to do now is to grab my hand by both of yours, then stand back to the stance I showed you earlier, turn underneath the arm, so that you twist it and when the person lets go, just bolt. Got it?"

You hummed in acknowledgement. Perhaps it wasn't that difficult. Perhaps, at the end of the day, the lesson would be fruitful.

"Try it then," he prompted and then tugged at your hair lightly.

Following his instructions, you grabbed his hand and as you were about to go underneath his arm, he spun you. His arm was firmly holding your throat.

"No, y/n-chan, I've told you your stance was wrong," he whined. "Let me show you again."

"What just happened?" you asked confusedly but he already was spreading your legs.

Osamu didn't answer, too busy putting you in the right stance. And you tried your best to concentrate on how your legs were placed instead of his fingers brushing over your ass a couple of times, once getting a little bit too close to your clothed vagina.

"Just like this," he said and his hand slid up from your knee to your waist getting under the top a little.

From your point of view, the skinship was completely irrelevant but you decided to keep your sharky comments to yourself. For now, you were going to follow his instructions and maybe you could avoid the conflict.

Maybe not.

This time around when you were trying to deflect his arm, once again he outpowered you. You cursed as he said with disappointment in his voice (you were pretty sure it was the fake one, he was enjoying it, that bastard):

"You're too slow, y/n-chan. Do you think attackers would just stand there and watch as you crawl your way out of their grip as a turtle in slow-mo?"

"Dazai, I'd appreciate it if you-"

"Again," he cut you harshly, puppeting you around like you were nothing but a doll.

His attitude towards you was so demoralizing you were fighting the urge to end it here and there. Losing all the motivation and looking exhausted, you tried to go through the motion again but Dazai wasn't having it.

"Hm, y/n-chan, kinda feels like you're not trying hard enough. Should I give you a motivation boost?" he exclaimed cheerfully but before you could say that he should go fuck himself he had already pushed you to the wall. Again.

You were expecting harsh words pouring from his mouth, but instead, it was the kisses as he roughly pulled your hair baring your neck for him. The hot tongue travelled from your shoulder to the globe of your ear, prompting you to jolt. Once again you attempted to push him away but could barely move. His left hand was pinning your wrist and his right one was painfully tagging at your hair, cranking your head to the side.

"Dazai," you wanted to let him know that you understood his intentions but he needed to stop when a not so gentle bite quickly shut you up.

He was licking and nipping leaving hickeys at your poor neck. You were squirming and whirling under his touch not giving up yet, so he thrust his hips into yours. There was no way you could keep any sounds in, so a whiny moan escaped your lips. You felt Dazai stopping, a satisfied smirk on his lips, then without saying a word, he continued torturing your sensitive neck. Two things were clear to you: a strong lust was taking over your body which meant that you were slowly losing yourself and that Dazai had just started playing with you, there were more to come.

Dazai. Dazai! Realising who was the man behind you, you tried to gain back control. Osamu was just being a bully, whywere you letting him see you in such a state? He certainly didn't deserve nor your moans, nor your hips grinding his.

You were thinking this but it took everything in you to not just give in to his touch. While you were having an internal battle, Dazai pulled away with a loud pop.

"Five."

"Five what?" you mewled weakly.

"There are five hickeys on your neck," Dazai murmured. "You look so good, all red and moaning. When you can't even do anything. You've been definitely enjoying it, sure you still want to continue learning self-defence techniques?"

You widened your eyes at his words.

"Excuse me?!" you exploded. "What the hell are you implying?!"

With all force, you shoved him in the side with an elbow. Dazai hissed and even though the attack was fairly weak he let go.

"I mean, no kink-shaming," he put hands in the air surrendering.

"What's your problem?!"

It was hard for you to overcome your desire of slapping him but no way in hell you were staying in one room with him for another second. You bolted but Dazai was quicker, catching your hand.

"Where're you going? For a moment there I thought you didn't agree and wanted to continue," he quipped. "Come on, that was just one technique."

"Dazai, let me go," you growled yanking your hand free. "I've had enough of you today, I'm leaving."

You had already turned to leave when he pulled you to the ground. You snorted in frustration, your legs fiercely kicking but the lack of strategy played against you and there you were - trapped under him. Osamu was sitting between your legs with his arms pinning yours to the ground.

You felt unbearably hot and weak, your cunt throbbing against his groin. His face was hanging right above yours, so close you could feel his breath. Unintentionally your eyes focused on his lips then you looked up. Only now you noticed how lustful his gaze was. He clearly was a winner today and he was about to enjoy his prize. As you licked your lips, your recognised your mistake - now your eagerness was more than obvious.

"I'm just parched," you faltered but it sounded pathetic even to you.

"I'm sure you are," Osamu whispered, sitting back. "One more technique and I'll let you go." His fingers gripped your thighs.

Since his weight was off you now, you felt kind of cold. Not knowing where to place your arms, you were about to put them next to your sides when Dazai commanded you to keep them still.

That position was too sexy for your liking - arms are placed next to your head, legs spread. All of it without his control felt like you were offering yourself to him. Like you were submitting. The man was clearly savouring it because his gaze was so intense, in the end, you even had to avert yours.

Dazai clearly didn't like it, tapping your left thigh:

"Look at me, y/n-chan, how else are you supposed to learn?"

You slowly turned back, embarrassed as your eyes darted all over him until they abruptly stopped at his crotch. There was a visible boner in his pants. When Osamu followed your gaze and loudly chuckled you felt your cheeks grow hot and desire growing stronger.

"Concentrate, y/n-chan," Dazai said amusingly but the only thing you could concentrate on was the wetness between your legs. You feared it might start to be visible through your shorts.

"Look, if someone got you into this position," Osamu continued like both of you didn't want the same thing and that thing was to fuck. "You have to keep your arms straight and put them on your shoulders, like this," he gently took your hands and placed them as he instructed. "Then you should put your leg on my hip," he tried to do it for you once again but your leg was wobbly. All the strength you had was wasted on keeping your arms straight.

Dazai sighed theatrically but he couldn't keep a vicious sparkle in his eyes.

"Y/n-chan," he whinged. "You're such a bad student. Weak. Stupid," his fingers were slowly stroking your thigh. "Having a short attention span. Don't you think that you should have concentrated on learning some stuff instead of thinking about my cock?" With this question his arm groped your ass, pulling you closer.

He gripped your hips and you let out a moan. Now you weren't trying to hold back. You were already a loser, might as well enjoy it. Being a tease he was, Dazai wasn't ready to give you everything right then and there but you were having none of it. You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him closer by his collarbone. Osamu certainly wasn't ready for such a force so he confusingly complied.

"Call me stupid one more time and I'm leaving," you warned him, a confident smirk playing on your lips.

Dazai's face quickly changed from surprised to a perverse one. He dropped down on you, pinning you with his whole body and slammed his hips into yours. As you moaned he caressed your face, lovingly brushing your hair, and then whispered:

"I'm gonna break you, pretty doll."

With one swift motion, he put your wrists in one hand pinning it above your head, his tongue running over your lips then dragging you into a deep kiss. As you two were hungrily kissing each other you felt his fingers crawling under your waistband. You jolted, an instinct of placing your hand over his acting up but he was still holding you firmly. He ran one finger over your cunt but you were already shaking, silently begging for more.

"Dazai," you moaned desperately asking him to get down to business.

"You're so wet, y/n-chan," he licked your earlobe making you writhe. "I wish I teased you a little bit more," he started to kiss your jaw getting lower and lower. "I said that I'd break you but it seems you're already at your limit," he chortled, helping you to take your top and bra off.

"You look so beautiful," he murmured once you were almost fully naked in front of him.

Suddenly his gaze turned soft and you felt even more aroused than you before. Gladly the man wasn't planning on wasting any time as he started to lick, nip and bite one of your nipples, playing with his fingers with another. Moaning lewdly and rutting your hips you put your hand into his hair, curling soft strands in your fingers.

When he finished playing with your tits, he wanted to go further down, to place kisses on your lower stomach, but you decided to get back at him. Placing your straight hands on his shoulders, you put a leg on his thigh just as he instructed and squirmed out of his grip.

"You talk about me but look at yourself," you shoved a knee between his thighs, pushing it at his boner. "You were hard even before I started to feel something else besides irritation."

Now it was Osamu whose breath hitched. You were savouring your little win when he looked back at you with a dangerous grin. That was when you realised you fucked up. He quickly grabbed your leg and turned you over on the stomach. Laying down on you, he harshly seized your hair and hissed:

"A+ for learning the technique, but your attitude towards you teacher," he took off your shorts with pants nearly ripping them. "Needs some correction."

That was when the sound of a loud slap broke the silence of the room. You jolted, a gasp leaving your lips. You tried to crawl from him but his grip on your hair was strong.

"Come on, y/n-chan, it was just one slap. Don't you think you deserve it?" The hand that hit you was stroking your bruised ass cheek.

"It fucking hurt," you spit.

"Was it?" Dazai chuckled. "Say that you're sorry."

"For what?" you raged but another hit was your answer.

"Dazai, stop," you sobbed.

"Wrong," he retorted slapping your ass again. "Plus, if you don't like it why are you leaking so much?"

You embarrassingly bit a lip at his remark.

"A little bit of masochistic, are you?" Dazai noted. "Well, if you insist, I can keep on going."

You knew that both of you were barely holding it, so you decided to submit. Just this once.

"I'm sorry!" You squealed after another hit.

"Good girl," Osamu placed a soft kiss on your back still not letting go of your hair. "Now it's time for a treat."

And with that, he finally pushed the first finger into you. Since you were so wet there was a little pool under you, Dazai successfully pushed another finger shortly after. You quivered and jerked your hips begging him to move. This time around your colleague decided not to tease you.

As his fingers were pumping in and out of you, you were trying to push your head down to steady yourself but Dazai didn't let go. You were completely at his will.

"'m close," you mewled, your eyes rolling back.

Dazai hummed in acknowledgement and withdrew his hand. You groaned offendedly but heard the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped and then felt something else rubbing at your entrance.

Finally, Osamu positioned himself behind you and pushed inside, your pussy stretching obediently. The fullness made you gasp pervertedly. As he started moving your mind went completely blank. The only thing that existed for you at that moment was Dazai and his cock inside of you. He let go of your hair, one hand now was holding your hips and another one was giving attention to your clit.

You had no idea how he was still holding on but once your sensitive bud got stimulated you quickly come undone.

"Once more," Dazai panted while moving and playing with your clit simultaneously.

Even though you were tired, you had actually felt desire growing again. Osamu was just way too good for you to resist. You thought that the only thing he was chasing was his high, but he didn't cum until you orgasmed again denying himself every time he got too close. That's why when you cummed for the second time you did it toghether.

He rolled off you, but you couldn't move even a finger, for a moment you've gone completely numb. Your chest was going up and down with heavy breaths, your heart was racing. None of you spoke because you didn't know what to talk about. Especially, since you, personally, felt way too embarrassed to admit that you had just cummed two times because of an annoying Dazai Osamu.

"Looks like we ended in time!" Dazai chirped after some time and you looked at the clock realising that you spent here one hour. Just like it was promised.

"Wish I had actually learned something though," you remarked lazily, trying to pull on your shorts back. You just had to make it to the shower room and then wear your casual clothes. However, your pants were completely ruined.

"Well, if you think that you need another one, just let me know," you looked back at Dazai and his smirk told you that he wasn't meaning the self-defence lessons. You felt your cheeks grow hot again.

"Yeah, sure," you muttered, awkwardly leaving the training room.

From now on you intended on avoiding Dazai whenever it's possible.

Little did you know he had other plans.

#bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd x reader #bsd smut #bungou stray dogs smut #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu smut #tw // dubcon

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thebookreader12345 · 2 years

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Interrogation

Pairing: Blake Gallo x Halstead! reader

Summary: Y/n and Blake had been seeing each other for a few months, and of course, being the overprotective brothers that they are, Will and Jay need to interrogate Blake to figure out his intentions with their sister

Requested: Yes, by anonymous

Warnings: slight swearing

Word Count: 1,129 Words

"Do we have to go to work?" I mumble tiredly as Blake shut off his alarm clock.

"If we don't want to be fired, yes," Blake responded and turned to face me. "Besides, you love work, so I don't see what the problem is."

"The problem is that I'd have to leave this bed," I declare. "And my favorite person just so happens to also be here."

Blake smiled and leaned down to press a quick kiss to my lips. "As much as I'd love to stay here with you all day, we do have to get ready."

"Ugh," I groan and sit up. "Fine." I quickly changed into some of my clothes that I left at Blake's apartment, and once we were both ready, we left to get to work. And after about two hours at the firehouse, I realized something I somehow hadn't noticed the past few days.

"Hey, Y/n," Matt greeted me as I entered the break room. "What's up?"

"Have you seen Blake?" I ask and glance around.

"Gallo? Uh, I think him and Ritter were on the app floor," Matt told me.

"Great. Thank you," I say and head off towards the apparatus floor to find my boyfriend. I found him standing next to Truck 81, staring out the closed garage doors. I frowned and followed his gaze, not seeing anyone or anything outside, but ignored that and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around him from behind. "Hey, Blake. What are you looking at?"

"N-nothing," Blake stuttered and turned around to face me, pulling to against his chest. "What's up?"

"I realized something like twenty minutes ago that somehow both of us seemed to forget. It wasn't until I saw the snow outside and all of the decorations up around the firehouse that I realized it's our first Christmas together," I inform him.

"I didn't even....how did we both forget?" Blake quizzed.

I shrugged. "I don't know. We've been so busy between work and stuff, so maybe that's why."

"Well, Merry early Christmas," Blake wished me and kissed me.

"Oh, I also wanted to remind you that it's your turn to cook breakfast for everyone today. The Squad guys are already congregating in the kitchen, and I'm getting a bit hungry myself. Maybe you could make pancakes," I propose.

"I will get right on it," Blake confirmed and released his grip on my waist. "I'll see you in there."

As Blake made his way towards the kitchen, I turned back to the garage doors, curious as to what Blake could have been staring at earlier. But just like before, I didn't see anything, so I just shrugged it off. He could've just been daydreaming or lost in thought. My stomach then growled, telling me that it was time to eat, and with that, I began to walk to the break room to wait for breakfast.

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"Y/n, hey!" Stella shouted and jogged over to me as I was approaching my car. "All of us were thinking about going to Molly's to hang out. You want to come?"

"Uh, sure," I reply. "I've just got a few things to do at my apartment, but I should be there within the hour."

"Great. See you there," Stella chirped.

At my apartment, I tidied up a bit because I hadn't been there recently, spending most of my time at Blake's. Once I was done with that, I threw in a load of laundry before grabbing my things and heading out. When I got to Molly's, everyone was already there, so I approached the bar to grab myself a drink.

"Hey Herrmann. One beer please," I tell the bartender. "You know my favorite."

"Gotcha. Coming right up," Herrmann said and walked off to grab me a beer. He came back seconds later and popped the cap off for me, placing the bottle in front of me. "Here you go. So, I was surprised to see your brothers at the station."

I frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"Jay and Will were at 51 talking to Gallo," Herrmann informed me. "What, you didn't know? I thought maybe they were asking him if he knew where you were."

"I did not know that," I confess and take my beer. "Thanks, Herrmann. I'll see you in a bit. With a beer in my hand, I wandered off in search for my boyfriend, and I found him with Ritter. "Hey, Ritter. Mind if I steal him for a second?"

"He's all yours," Ritter offered. I smiled softly at him and then grabbed my boyfriend by the hand, dragging him over to my two brothers, who were sitting at a table at the back of the bar.

"Hey, Y/n. What's up?" Will asked as the two of us neared them.

"I want to know what the two of you were doing at 51 this shift," I prod. "More importantly, what were you talking to Blake about."

"They were-"

I cut Blake off. "No no no. I want to hear it from them. Come on. Spill it."

"Okay, so we may have stopped by to talk to Blake," Jay put forth.

"Talk isn't really the right word," Will interrupted. "More like we grilled him."

"Will!" Jay hissed and glared in Will's direction.

"What? She asked. We may as well tell her the truth," Will defended.

"Ugh," I groan. "You guys do this every single time I have a boyfriend. And you never approve of them. Ever. So I'm not gonna sit here and let you talk shit about-"

"We approve," Jay interjected.

"W-what?" I stutter.

"We think Blake's great," Will reiterated. "You guys seem good together."

"Good," Blake breathed out. "I've been worried all day about what you guys thought."

"You could've just told me that you wanted to get to know Blake better," I say. "I could've set up a dinner or something. When you do it behind me back it makes me feel like you guys don't trust me and the people I hang out with."

"Sorry," Jay apologized. "It won't happen again. You know, we never got to finish talking earlier though. Both of us had a shift to get to. So if you don't mind..."

"I'm down to talk to you guys," Blake admitted and slid into the open chair.

"Are you gonna be okay here for a bit while I make my rounds?" I question.

"Yeah. I'll be okay," Blake assured me.

"Okay. I'll be back shortly. And you two," I murmur and turn to look in the direction of my brothers. "Go easy on him. Don't be assholes."

Will held up his hands. "We won't. Promise."

"Great," I confirm and lean over to press a kiss to Blake's cheek. "See you in a few."

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leviislut · 2 years

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kuroo tetsuro when you accidentally hurt yourself during a game - NSFW

• pairing: fem!reader x kuroo tetsuro • genre: smut • warning: mentioning of injuries, fingering, penetration, daddy kink

word count: 2.8k

you didn't even notice you got injured until kuroo stopped the game. no, for real, he literally walked his crazy ass to the referee and started to aggressively point at your leg, making you notice there was blood on it. overprotective friend shit.

"oh, shoot. I didn't notice tha-" you tried to say, but you were cut off by kuroo, who lifted you and carried you on his shoulder til the infirmary room.

"coach told me to disinfect the wound myself because there are no medics. I mean, why the fuck aren't there any medics." he said panicking.

you lifted your hand and softly caressed kuroo's face, smiling at him.

"kuroo, that didn't even hurt. if you want you can help me, or I could disinfect it myself, that's not a problem.", you said, drawing little circles on his neck. he turned around and took a box from a drawer.

"don't worry, i gotcha babygirl" he says smirking. you softly blush for the nickname, as you lied down on the table, in order to be more comfortable. kuroo started to touch your thigh so he could find where the scratch was. you immediately froze under his touch. for a couple of months, you started to feel a strange heath under your belly whenever he was too close or gave you nicknames.

after a couple of seconds, he grabbed your inner thigh, focalizing on a scratched part where the blood was coming out from.

"look at this, doll. that looks kinda bad. how did you do that to yourself?" he asked you kinda worried.

you shrugged not remembering how you fell, but then you widened your eyes.

"oh fuck, yes. right before we started playing, I fell on the grass outside while practicing on receives. I completely forgot that. it wasn't this bad, I swear." you tried to convince him as he shook his head.

"y/n, y/n, y/n... when will you learn not to lie to me. do you think you can fool me like that? now lie down and be a good girl for me." he said with a cocky smile.

you stopped breathing for a second. did he really mean that? it was in a fun way, right? you noticed he had already taken cotton and antiseptic, but for some reason he hadn't still disinfected the wound.

"kuroo are you not goin-ah" you tried to say, but a moan escaped your mouth when the cold antiseptic burned on your thigh.

"a-are you ok?" kuroo cleared his throat "did that hurt?" he asked again, seeing that you were in a strange position. however you didn't want him to notice you were getting kinda aroused under his touch, so you told him to continue. as soon as the cotton touched your skin, you bit your lip, trying to contain yourself, while one of kuroo's hands was cleaning the wound and the other was grabbing your left thigh.

"I'm almost finished, princess" he told you with a soft voice.

now that was your end. that fucking nickname completely destroyed your dignity. you grabbed kuroo's shirt, scaring him and stopping him from cleaning the wound.

"please stop" you asked him with a trembling voice. you were completely embarrassed for the fact you were all turned on and he didn't even tried to make you.

"y/n what's the matter. why are you so red and sweaty? are you not feeling well?" he asked you, genuinely concerned. you shocked your head and tried to get up. kuroo started exploring your body until he saw that your legs were shut and your thighs were rubbing against eachother. his eyes widened for a second, he cleared his throat and looked back at your face.

"listen doll, now you go back where you were and let me finish my job so we can go back to the field, ok?" he said softly. you nodded your head, so he pushed you down on the table, touching you right above your boobs to help you lie. now his touch was different. he squeezed your thigh every now and then, while caressing your leg.

all of a sudden, he rested his whole palm on your thigh and he started reaching your inner thigh

"k-ku, what are you doing?" you asked but he didn't answer.

"kuroo what are you do-ah" you moaned after his hand grabbed your boob.

"did you think i didn't notice that your cheeks blush every time I call you nicknames? or how your body freezes under my touch? and don't even get me started on those lil moans of yours" he said with a soft voice. "you know, y/n, in the last year I started watching you. I tried with all my strength to ignore how my cock would twitch every time I saw you in these shorts. didn't you notice how I always have to leave the matches you play in? yeah, that's not because I don't like them or I get annoyed, but because I get rock hard just at the sight of you boobs bouncing after every fucking spike or at your bended body in every receive, with your ass completely exposed" he said slightly frustrated, staring at you.

your eyes widened.

as soon as he reached your bikini area, he touched you from above the fabric.

"well, doll. I think that you feel the same about me, don't you? I didn't even touch you, but this little cunt of yours is already soaked and ready for me." he said with an evil grin.

with a fast movement, he ripped your shorts, freeing your skin and leaving you in underwear. you flinched at him, surprised in his actions. he moved your underwear and started drawing little circles on your swollen clit.

"kuroo, please" you whined under his torturing finger.

"what do you want me to do, baby?" he says rhetorically.

"i-inside. inside please" you try to ask, embarrassed by your lack of decency.

"do you want me to put my fingers inside you? that's what you mean?" he asks you, increasing the speed of his circular movement. you immediately nodded, looking desperate for his touch.

"please kuroo, I can-oh my god" you moaned when he inserted one finger, caught off guard.

now it must be said, kuroo has really big hands. like genuinely fucking giant palms and long, thick fingers. without mentioning the reputation he has about his skills with them. you still remember how you clenched your fists while watching the usual group of first year fangirls drooling over him and fantasizing about his hands during matches.

so one finger felt so good you said something without even thinking.

"ah ah-h... oh my god daddy" you said in a kind of voice that woke kuroo up completely, his cock hard and twitching.

he immediately stopped, removing his finger and staring right at your eyes.

"what was that?" he asked you, raising an eyebrow.

you remained in silence, too embarrassed to say a word.

"princess, would you repeat that for me?" he asked, drawing little circles on your belly. you still couldn't speak, incapable of how THAT word escaped your mouth.

"alright. if you're not gonna say anything imma head out and see the other girls playing." he said turning around and reaching the door.

"wait" you said softly, trying to cover the arousal in your voice. "c'mere"

he approached you and put his hand back on your belly.

"what is it?" he asked you innocently. you didn't even give him time to continue because you grabbed the hand he had on your belly and moved it to your pubes, pushing his fingers against you.

"please, daddy. I wanna feel you" you said, collecting the last strengths you had in your body. kuroo smirked and moved your underwear again.

"look at you, begging for daddy to fuck you with his fingers. is that what you really want, princess? do you want to ride daddy's fingers?"

"y-yeah, i wanna ride daddy's fingers until he allows me to come" you said in a sexy voice that made kuroo flinch. he removed his finger and firmly grabbed your hips with both his hands, making you sit with your knees on the table. he also took off your underwear, throwing them across the room.

"im gonna admit that, y/n. you never looked hotter that now" he said in a husky voice. and he was right. he was staring at you from above, you were on your knees, with your shoes still on but without any bottom and only that tiny t-shirt that never failed to make your boobs look like they were exploding.

"please, I can't do this anymore" you rested your hands on his pecs and your head on his chest. "im begging you" you mumbled in his chest.

at your words, he took your breath away putting two fingers inside you. you grabbed his biceps and looked at him with your mouth shaped like an o. he started moving painfully slow.

"daddy, please, can I take off my shirt? im so hot" you asked him innocently. he nodded, too concentrated on your pussy, so you moved your hands from his biceps and took off your shirt. then you slightly backed down, supporting yourself with your hand on the table and exposing your belly to kuroo.

"how many times did you touch yourself pretending it was me? how many times did you come moaning my name, uh?" he asked pumping his finger inside you.

"a-all the nights. I soak my bed just thinking at your cock destroying me from the inside." you said.

he smirked. "you're gonna be the end of me, aren't you." he put the third finger in, increasing the speed of the pushes. your toes curled in excitement. you quickly thought of a way to please him. you wanted to absolutely surprise him, so you started moving your body against his finger. he groaned when you started riding his hand, your boobs bouncing because of your little jumps on him.

"oh, baby, I could die in these tits" he said in awe. at his word, a little spark lighted in your head. you grabbed the back of his neck and pushed his face in your chest. he moaned at the contact with your boobs, pushing his fingers harder and faster. you increased you speed, literally jumping on his hand, trying to hump his fingers deeply.

as soon as you started feeling the heath in your belly, you embraced his neck with your arms, drowning him in your boobs.

"I feel you clenching around my fingers, what do you wanna do? say that for me babygirl."

"i-i wanna-ah... I wanna come."

he raised a brow. "you wanna what?"

"i wanna come. f-for daddy" you corrected yourself.

"better. you can come now doll." he said. you took that as an order, but right before coming, you reached his ear, resting your lips on it, and opened your mouth wide, allowing a loud moan to escape your mouth, followed by squeals full of arousal. after reaching your climax, you were invested by an orgasm so hard it weakened you, making you sore. you abandoned yourself in kuroo's neck, staying still for a couple of seconds.

he lifted you and made you lie down. he took off his sweatpants, revealing a huge erection. the sight of you, lying on the table half naked, with your boobs out of your bra, your face red and your shaggy hair, made it hard for him to control his self.

"here" you mumbled. he came near you. as soon as he was close enough, you grabbed his cock, making him sigh. you took off his shorts, leaving him with his boxers.

"I took my sweats off so you could wear it, naughty. I think you misunderst-"

"i want that. in me. now" you said staring at his dick.

"oh, im sure you do. but im not sure you can take it all."

he surely has a daddy kink, but you wanted to push more so he could explode. and you happened to know exactly how to do that. you chuckled.

"oh, don't worry about that" you said getting up. you got off the table and faced him. you took off your bra and exposed your boobs to his eyes. "im sure I can take a dick. you're not the first captain I bump into" you looked at him as he lifted his eyebrows.

here he is.

"you know, I think after I took kotaro's horse cock I can take yours. not to mention sawamura's" you said, daydreaming about the other two men."

kuroo made an evil grin. he grabbed your hips and turned you around. he bended you on the table and spread your legs.

"you better start to pray, cause im gonna destroy this ass."

you melted at the thought of him fucking you, but you stopped him before he could start.

"wait. wait kuroo. before you fuck me... I wanna see it" you said a little embarrassed.

you turned around and faced him. you slowly lowered your eyes, meeting his boxers. you fell on your knees and slowly took his boxers off. his cock was so long it touched your cheek as soon as there wasn't any fabric on it. your eyes widened at that sight. he was even bigger than bokuto and you were genuinely scared it wasn't going to fit. you glanced at him.

"get up." you followed his order.

"you don't look really confident now, little one. are you scared of this?" he said, glancing at his dick.

"kuroo I wanna be honest with you. i don't think that can possibly fit in me" I told him.

he chuckled, caressing your face. he bended you back on the table, making your hot skin touch the cold metal surface.

"too bad we're going to push until it does." he says in your ear.

as soon as you started to feel his tip pocking your enter, you froze.

"ok, but do it slowly." you told him.

"listen to me, babygirl. now daddy wants you to take a deep breath. im gonna count to ten and then slowly enter you" he said softly

you nodded your head and he started counting. as soon as he arrived to three, you felt a sharp pain hitting you. you screamed and fell on the table, arms incapable of supporting you. with a fast movement, kuroo had his dick almost completely into you. with another trust, he entered you with his whole cock.

"kuroo!" you screamed again. he wasn't moving at all, but you were already in ecstasy. "wait, wait. let me breathe for a second." you gasped looking for air. he slowly started to move into you, thrusting every now and then. as soon as he started thrusting faster, you couldn't hold your moans, even tho you where madly afraid somebody could hear you.

"don't hold back, love. let everybody hear how daddy's fucking your little hole." he said in a husky voice. "im gonna fuck that bratty attitude out of you"

"oh my god, please... please faster" you begged him. he increased his speed, slamming his cock into you harder and harder.

"yes, right there. oh my god, d-daddy, right there" you screamed loudly. he grabbed your boobs and lifted you, making your back touch his chest. he thrusted into you holding you by your tits, biting your ear and moaning into it. the sight of the aroused frown on your face increased his horniness, his hard thrusts taking your breath away.

"im just a hole, please daddy...f-fill me" you whined. kuroo pushed hard, feeling your hole clenching.

"I can feel your walls clenching around my dick, you really want me to fill you to the brim like the little slut you are, don't you?" he asked you, still holding your boobs in his hands.

"yes, daddy, please. I want you to fill me with your cum. plea-oh my god. daddy! oh my god, yeah, right there, right there. please, daddy!"

and then a loud moan shocked you, as you abandoned yourself in kuroo's chest. he continued to thrust in your helpless body until he came into you and moaned in your ear.

he stayed still for a couple of seconds, then turned your body to his. you couldn't keep your eyes opened and you completely lost the capacity of moving any of your muscles. kuroo caressed your cheek, then made you lie on the table. he grabbed your panties and put them on, then did the same thing with his sweatpants, since he ripped your shorts. he put the rest of your clothes back on, then lifted you and made you wrap your arms and legs around his neck and torso. he carried you back to the field, approaching the coach.

"she has a pretty bad bruise. she fell asleep, tho. im gonna take her to her room and take care of her." he told the old man, who nodded.

"you did very good, babygirl. daddy is satisfied." he mumbles in your ear as you abandon yourself embraced by his body. little did you know that you were going to have a couple of problems training the next days. and that was not because of the bruise.

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