#but he felt bad so they took care of Handi for a bit

[scatteredskittless]

hello!! i saw you wanted requests and I was wondering if you would be willing to write some platonic headcanons for the Hazbin Hotel crew with a reader who has chronic pain. (i totally get if you don't want to) thank you so much and I'm excited to see what you write in the future 😺

Hazbin Hotel Crew x Chronic pain having! GN! Reader

A/n: tysm for the request !! This is my first time writing something like this so I hope it’s okay :3 (if there’s anything I got wrong, please correct me)

Warnings: Mentions of chronic pain and disability (but like.. that’s pretty obvious lol)

Fluff✔️ Comfort✔️ Angst❌ Smut❌

‧₊˚✧ Alastor ✧˚₊‧

📻𖤐 After a while of Alastor observing you, as he does with most, he’d notice your body language and think the way you acted was a bit odd…

📻𖤐 Not in a bad way, he just didn’t understand at first why you sometimes visibly look like you were in pain or even just hobbling around to get somewhere

📻𖤐 it definitely raised his brow…

📻𖤐 Before actually approaching you and asking you about it, I’d like to think he made one of the egg boiz spy on you like he did in that one episode 😭😭

📻𖤐 I don’t know what he was expecting though. The only somewhat valuable piece of information he gathered from what the little talking egg had told him was that it saw you taking pain medication. Which did not narrow it down at all and not much of his curiosity had been quenched quite yet..

📻𖤐 So, one peaceful and early morning in the hotel, he decided it’d be best to just ask you about it.

📻𖤐 “My dear, are you feeling alright? You look to be quite discomforted…?” He’d ask casually as he took a sip from his coffee mug, one brow raised and his eyes fixed on yours, pretending like he hadn’t noticed this before today.

📻𖤐 After a chat, he was informed you had something called “chronic pain”. He asked a few questions, nodding when he got the answers and once he was satisfied, he walked off back to his quarters in the hotel.

📻𖤐 After all, he had so much research to do.

📻𖤐 Adding onto that last once I do feel as though Alastor would do more research on it when you decided to tell him about your condition.

📻𖤐 Mostly for his own benefit of learning something new since he hadn’t heard of this before… but it came in handy if you ever needed a bit of a helping hand.

📻𖤐 Like, if you happened to have a flare up or just a particularly bad day he’d sit with you and made sure you rested up.

📻𖤐 He wouldn’t verbally express it but he did take pity on you. How unfortunate you were in constant agony.

📻𖤐 He is a sadistic little fuck though so he’d probably find it mildly entertaining or at the very least fascinating to see what’d make you tick or was a challenge for you

📻𖤐 Although he’d try to be careful not to push you too much.

‧₊˚✧ Angel Dust ✧˚₊‧

🕸️ᥫ᭡ We all know Angel Dust doesn’t have much of a filter so it wouldn’t take him long to ask you why you could barely stand upright for too long or look like you’re genuinely struggling all the time.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ In fact, he’s more perceptive than people would like to think he is. He noticed it shortly after you two had met.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ He’d probably come off a bit strong, saying something along the lines of “toots? Ya alright over there? Ya don’t look so uhhh.. you don’t look too hot.” As he gave you a one over.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ You could tell he wasn’t trying to be insulting to you though, he was just concerned and wanted to know what was troubling you. It showed ever so slightly on the spiders face.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Once you explained to Angel your condition he felt bad. Like, huh? Whatdoya mean you sometimes have trouble even getting outta bed in the morning because of how much pain you’re in?? Sometimes you neglect your own basic needs because you’re in constant pain?

🕸️ᥫ᭡ As he tired to wrap his head around the thought, he’d ask if there’s anything he could do to help. Of course though, there wasn’t much he could do.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ From that day on, Angel would try to make things at least a little easier for you. You had earned the title of his friend, after all. Why would he let his friend suffer alone?

🕸️ᥫ᭡ He loves to cook and is pretty good at it so expect a few homemade meals on him at least a few times <3

🕸️ᥫ᭡ If you ever had a flare up you better fucking believe he’d sit there with you and just talk. He rambles like an old man lol

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Also 100% has movie nights with you with both of you guys’ favourite snacks.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Oh and of course his pig Fat Nuggets would be joining you two

🕸️ᥫ᭡ And thankfully the little guy adores you. Which gains some points with Angel

🕸️ᥫ᭡ The piggy would crawl into your lap if you were up for it. He’s pretty light and his oinks and squeals are bound to make you crack a smile

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Angel is no stranger to feeling pain, so he knows how much it sucks.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ That’s why I believe he’d be one of the best people to tell. You’re his friend and wants to make sure you’re okay as possible.

‧₊˚✧ Husker ✧˚₊‧

🍺🃁 Husker, much like Angel, would notice almost immediately that something was up with you…

🍺🃁 At first Husk couldn’t place it. He just knew that he didn’t often see you standing up straight for long periods of time and that you looked like you were constantly unwell.

🍺🃁 Was it just bad migraines? He’s never really seen you drunk before so it’s not like it could be really bad hangovers.

🍺🃁 Plus, this has been going on since you arrived here so that seemed highly unlikely.

🍺🃁 Husk was the type of guy to keep it to himself though. If it didn’t concern him, why bother saying anything about it?

🍺🃁 One day though, you sat yourself down at the bar and asked for some water. This time however, you looked worse than usual, practically doubled over as you stared down at the bar.

🍺🃁 Even though Husk usually kept his mouth shut.. he couldn’t help but ask if you had a headache or something and if you needed some migraine medication.

🍺🃁 He wasn’t heartless.

🍺🃁 When you shook your head no slowly and told him you were just having a “flare up” he asked what you meant to which you gave a brief explanation of the condition you have.

🍺🃁 Suddenly, it all made sense. That’s why you looked like you were constantly in pain. It’s because you were.

🍺🃁 He slid you the ice cold water gently and observed you for a few moments before going back to wiping the glasses as he spoke to you.

🍺🃁 “If you need something don’t be afraid to ask for it.” He’d say, his deep voice trying to be as comforting as it can while also maintaining somewhat of a nonchalant tone.

🍺🃁 Then, after that, it became routine for you to sit at the bar with him.

🍺🃁 He definitely wasn’t complaining. It was nice getting to know you and since you had a place to just sit and rest, he got to see you more often.

🍺🃁 you swiftly became good friends with him and he was pretty helpful when it came to your condition.

🍺🃁 he’d do his best to check up on you often :)

‧₊˚✧ Vaggie ✧˚₊‧

🗡️☪︎ Vaggie heard about your chronic pain from Charlie so there wouldn’t be a need to tell her about it lol

🗡️☪︎ I have a feeling she’d be a little awkward with attempting to help you out…

🗡️☪︎ Like it’s not like she can really make you feel better so it’s a bit of a struggle for her..

🗡️☪︎ But she does try her best though because she cares about you. You’re her friend.

🗡️☪︎ After a few motivational words from Charlie she’s good to go, attempting to comfort you.

🗡️☪︎ I have a feeling she’d try to help by grabbing you stuff you wanted or needed and chatting with you.

🗡️☪︎ She’s actually quite fun to converse with, she’s pretty sweet when she wants to be and can hold good conversations :))

🗡️☪︎ She’s a good listener so if you wanted to vent or just had something on your mind, she’d listen.

🗡️☪︎ During flareups, Vaggie would just stay by your side and wait it out with you, if you needed anything, she’d be on it and would be back pretty fucking quickly too 💀

🗡️☪︎ Would put a random show on if you wanted a distraction and might let you rest your head on her shoulder if you so desired

🗡️☪︎ I can’t think of much else for her other than the fact she’d try her best. Maybe mess up a few times but ultimately she means well and tries to be as understanding as she possibly can be <33

‧₊˚✧ Charlie ✧˚₊‧

⭐️☀︎ The first thing you did when you arrived at the hotel was inform the very excited daughter of Lucifer that you had chronic pains so you might have to take it a bit slow when showing you around the Hazbin Hotel..

⭐️☀︎ And of course, Charlie being who she was, was very understanding and accepting of that fact.

⭐️☀︎ She’d heard about your condition before so making accommodations for you wouldn’t be an issue

⭐️☀︎ She’s a sweetheart so quite literally your biggest supporter

⭐️☀︎ Like, oh? You need something??Ohmygodwhydidntyoutellmesoonerhereitis :33

⭐️☀︎ Much like Vaggie, she’d sit and talk with you during your flareups

⭐️☀︎ Maybe make you a tea and discuss future plans and such for the hotel to get your mind off of things. Works sometimes surprisingly enough.

⭐️☀︎ She’s nice to talk to, very comforting vibes

⭐️☀︎ But it may get a bit annoying how many times she asks if you’re sure there’s nothing she can do to make your pain go away somehow lol

⭐️☀︎ Or even just how many times she asks if you need something. “Do you need anything? No? Are you sure? Okay…. But are you really sure?”

⭐️☀︎ Might stress herself out on occasion over it tbh😭🙏

⭐️☀︎ But she only means well, you know that.

⭐️☀︎ Her cat Keekee I’m sure would love to cuddle, the cute cyclopean kitty pushing its forehead against your hand for pets (only if you’re up to it, of course.)

⭐️☀︎ Asides from Angel, Charlie would definitely be the best person to tell in the hotel because like… genuinely she just wants to help In any way she can lol

‧₊˚✧ Niffty ✧˚₊‧

🧼𐙚 Niffty is quite blunt as well, very out there and doesn’t really think before she speaks half of the time it just kinda comes out 😭

🧼𐙚 So.. she’d probably take one look at you, and ask why you’re in pain.

🧼𐙚 To which you’d explain to the little one eyed maid your condition, she’d think about it for a moment before asking a shitload of questions about it to which you answer :))

🧼𐙚 Other than that I don’t think Niffty would like… really do much?

🧼𐙚 Maybe clean for you

🧼𐙚 But there’s not much else she would do, realistically, she might forget about it and then ask again. Once you remind her she remembers tho lol

🧼𐙚 During your flareups I do believe like the others she’d sit with you for a while…

🧼𐙚 Before spotting a roach and scurrying off to go take care of the pest. Once done, she’d come back and the cycle repeats.

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ᯓ★ Scatteredskittless

[iaintlithuanian]

Hurt || Damon Salvatore x Human!Reader

Summary: Damon was known for having a short fuse, even going as far as to kill Jeremy,but he never thought he would ever do anything to you.

Warnings: physical abuse (one off but still bad!), swearing,

My requests are open! Feel free to ask for anything!

Master list

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As a human, you think your at the top of the food chain. And you are. That is until you find out about the supernatural. Vampires, werewolves, witches. But in reality that is a whole other chain. And you as a human are at the bottom. Unlike Matt you would die to be a vampire, it had been a dream since you were a child. And now that you know of the supernatural it would be handy to be one, considering it puts you at risk when you get caught up in the drama. Especially when your dating the eldest Salvatore brother. Your at risk constantly, and it’s not like Damon would have a problem with turning you, just everyone else does. Long story short, your a weak human on a team full of the supernatural. You think of this regularly, mostly when your waiting for Damon to arrive home. Which is what your doing now. The tv draws you away from any other thoughts as an interesting topic comes up.

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Your head snaps to the door as you hear it open. A smile spreads across your face seeing Damon walk through the door, but straight past you and to the liquor. No “hey baby” or any sign of acknowledgment. He just walked straight past you as if you hadn’t existed. Your face dropped as you turned to look at him from the sofa. He was pouring a whole glass of bourbon instead of the usual half.

“Bad day?” You question your head tilting slightly to the right. He gulped the drink down in one go and began pouring another, completely ignoring your question. “Damon?” You tried catching his attention again. “You alright?” You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to figure out what could be wrong apart from the usual drama. “You gunna answer or leave me guessing?” He glances at you with cold eyes, his expression darkening as he took a swig of his second glass, then swallowed the rest and beginning to pour his third glass. “Isn’t that a bit much-”

“Will you just shut up!” He screamed, taking a few steps forward. You flinched and stood up, your face hardening not about to let him talk to you like that.

“Excuse me?” You inquired, moving around the sofa to stand in front of him, letting him know he doesn’t intimidate you. “I was just asking if you were ok!” You argued pointing a finger at his chest. “Get you head out of your own ass for one second please!” You begged sarcastically, and saw his face twist in anger.

“I don’t need you looking out for me! Just leave me alone for one second!” He screamed in your face, “god your so god damn clingy! It’s like your stuck by my fucking side 24/7!” You felt your face extort into a sad expression. Tears welled in your eyes at his words. You just cared about him was all! He began to laugh “wow! Now your fucking crying! Get over yourself! You aren’t that important!” He took a few steppes forward, you mimicked his actions but backwards till you were up against the sofa. “You know who is more important than you right now?” He seethed, and you knew who he was going to say, and it was true but it was still going to hurt. “Elena!” he dragged dragged out her name and he pointed a finger at your chest. “You” he paused, knowing Damon, probably for effect. “You mean nothing right now! Klaus isn’t after you! And you can’t help anyone! Even Donovan is more useful than you!” He laughs slightly at the end of his exclamation. You frown.

“You just drunk, you don’t mean that.” You murmur but you know he heard you.

“Oh I mean it, I’m sick of you.” He says slowly.

“Your such a fucking liar!” You scream suddenly, taking him back for a second and you decide to play the only card you can, even though it’s over between him and Elena, you know he had his doubts about their relationship. And this was an all time low for you to go but he had hit a nerve.”you’ll are and always will be the bad guy! No matter how hard you try!” You get in his face, his expression hardens and more and her seeped into his eyes. “That why Elena never loved you not even Katherine did, it will always be Stefan, who knows maybe I’ll go to him next! Seems every girl ends up with him instead of you!” You would never be with Stefan, he was like a brother to you, but it would work in your advantage. But his next actions were unpredictable even to you.

Suddenly you were smashed into the wall Damon in-front of you holding your wrists above your head. You couldn’t feel your hands from the searing pain in your wrists, your eyes welled up as he looked at you with pure hatred.

“Shut the fuck up.” He seethed.

“Damon” you whimpered, he didn’t listen. “Damon let go!” You begged but it didn’t faze him. “Damon your hurting me! You cried and you saw his eyes soften but his grip remained tight. “Damon! Let go it hurts!” You tried to tug yourself free. His grip loosened and he backed away.

“Baby?” He tested, watching as you winced touching your wrists. “I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me I had a bad day and then you wouldn’t stop talking-” you cut off his rambling.

“That’s no excuse” you muttered your face contorted in pain.

“I know” he stated looking at you with sympathy. “Can I see?” He whispered. You nodded and walked closer to him. He took your hands in his and studied to already deep bruises. “Y/n im so sorry” se muttered kissing your wrists gently. He knew it would take a lot for you to forgive him and become comfortable and feel safe around him again but he was willing to try. “Can you forgive me?” He looked into your eyes.

“yeah. But it might take some time okay?” You asked and he pulled you into his chest.

“I’m willing to wait”

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if it's alright may i request saitama, genos, and garou with a fem reader with massive tits? like just how would the boys react (nsf/w mixed w sfw hc's pls :D) to a reader with the big naturals, which if you do this request tysm!! :D

aight bruh. I have experience in this field

If he had a Big Tittied S/O

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SFW

He don't like you borrowing certain t-shirts cause you stretch them out and make that weird sag in the front. He specifically got 2 shirts a couple sizes up to avoid that

He comments often about your back hurting he doesn't know how you do it fr he feels bad

Crumb magnets, we can all agree. Always says some shit like, "Saving some for later?" when you eat something that he knows will cause that. Definitely laughing at you

N/SFW

Hope u like breast/nipple play bc it's basically mandatory for him (with consent ofc) Sometimes he just does it cause he's bored. Like he doesn't want to have full on sex he just wants to play with them and get you going like organic stim toys

Falls asleep on them midway through sometimes. Best sleep he gets

The internal struggle between wanting to fuck you hard enough because the way they bounce is just cool to him and not wanting to hurt you/temporarily paralyze you waist down so you can't do shit

If you wear any sort of pretty lingerie/leather it's gurenteed you won't be going anywhere for a few hours. Or days. The outfit might be ruined too. He gets quite animalistic

SFW

He has the math on the actual size of them thanks to endless shameless staring to perform the calculations. So take him bra shopping with you, cause he WILL know what will fit or not.

Same with shirts he'll tell you if they'll flatter your shape or squish out wrong. And he don't care if you stretch his shirts out on accident

Somehow knows if someone is staring and will confront them loudly (a bit of possessive jealousy if you will)

N/SFW

I've HC that Genos loves all things squishy matter what part of the body it is, so he does like hugging/squeezing them. Not always in a sexual way, though. He's just been metal for so long he's forgotten what his own flesh felt like so it's more of fascination.

Aside from that he likes having you grind/hop on his dick while he's sitting up/against something, say like on a couch, as he sucks on your tits

How he had the conversation of getting micro vibrators installed in his fingertips, you'll never know. Might have installed them himself to avoid that explanation. Very handy for universal use!

You got polka dot tits always. That's where most of the hickeys go. You can't wear low collar nothing for SHIT. It might be done on purpose

SFW

Dude is insensitive to how sensitive tiddies can be, pain wise. He likes fucking around and squeezing/poking them to get on your nerves. It's recommended if he keeps up his bullshit to punch him in his own tiddy.

Missing a bra? He's wearing it and waiting for you to notice. Always in the outside of his clothes or his head over his hair

He never realized how useful they were at holding shit and insists you help him with looting shit from places, or stores.

N/SFW

Absolute tits dude hands down he's got mommy issues. They make him more submissive if he focuses on them too much. So while he likes teasing/sucking them, if he gets too into it he starts switching up

While his preference is being on top, he can't help but watch how they move when you're on top. It's a consistent internal struggle. The visual of it makes him cum faster

Same with boob jobs, he's not lasting more than 3 minutes max. Essentially, big tiddies are the magic to get you a very whiney, submissive bitch if you choose embrace that power

He likes cumming on them so whether it's oral or vaginal/anal he pulls out to cum on them

(edit: corrected the spelling and took out "bitch" because y'all ain't bitches)

[forevermoxiee]

A Night on the Pier

Moving the Newport wasn’t your ideal way of spending your summer and neither was unboxing your entire life into a two-bedroom apartment with your dad. A dad who didn’t really care where you were or who you were with let alone where you lived but unfortunately for you this is where you had landed. A beautiful summer by the beach had been overshadowed by your mothers need for young pool boys and your dad’s obsession with chasing the thrill of being young.

You didn’t necessarily hate how Newport looked but the perfect picture life that many led in these high-class suburban streets didn’t give you a joy that you had felt back in your fancy New York lifestyle. A lifestyle where the kids were rude but only behind your back and the parties were extravagant, something you missed more than you thought.

Despite your reservations you had no use crying about the past, which lead to where you were now. Standing on the sides of a crowded club, who’s floors were sticky and filled to the brim with rich kids who didn’t care about the troubles of those around them, and some alternative emo band that would’ve been torn to shreds had anyone said they liked them back home. The drink in your hand had been spiked by the handy flask hidden within the pockets of your expensive coat and while the sugar and tequila didn’t taste great it was better than having to acknowledge this life sober.

Your eyes scanned the room as you took another sip of the concoction that you hoped would have tasted better by now before locking onto a boy. Maybe not a boy but definitely not a man. His gaze was hard and brooding and honestly looked as though he would rather be anywhere then here. He hadn’t noticed your eyes thankfully, so you took your time checking him out. He had a white shirt tucked underneath what looked to be a worn leather jacket that probably costed as much as a button on yours.

His hair seemed to be blonde and cut short, he wasn’t overly tall but the muscles that couldn’t be hidden made up for that. He had a drink in his hand that seemed to be ignored in favour for glaring at the boy standing next to him, a boy who seemed to be more amped than anyone else in the bar.

Maybe it was the bad boy look, or the fact he didn’t seem overly involved with the livings of the rich kids around him, but you couldn’t help but want to approach him, or him to approach you, or to have a night of rated m fun. It was this attraction that made you throw back the last of your drink and make your way closer to him and his spot by the bar.

“I just don’t understand, I did everything right and she still won’t even look at me! Shouldn’t she be over it right now, it was a little mistake made during heightened emotions she can’t hold that against me forever… can she? Wait Ryan, can she?”

The boy that so pumped before was frantically slapping the leather jacket and muscles you had been eyeing up before while staring directly at a girl with brown hair who seemed preoccupied with a stunning guy and towered over her. You suppressed a giggle at his frantic tone not wanting to draw attention to yourself just yet as you lent against the counter of the bar. The sweaty bodies around you pressed you closer to the bad boy beside you but you didn’t dare look at him until you felt ready.

You gestured to the bartender for another drink while risking a glance at the boy beside you, only to be met with mysterious blue eyes staring back at you. You held back a grin as you watched his eye rake over your body, and you couldn’t be more thankful that you had worn a nice dress tonight. You watched as his eyes darted away once he had realised you caught him staring and you decided to turn your body to face him, leaning your hip against the bar.

“You know most people offer to buy a girl a drink after staring at them like that.” You spoke, shouting slightly to be heard over the bass blaring through the speakers. The blonde stood there, eyes glancing to you but not saying a word. You bit back a laugh as you watched him freeze and lent over slightly to make eye contact with the friend beside him.

“Is there a reason why your friend’s so shy?” You ask the brunette and this time you did laugh once you saw the way he floundered, mouth opening yet not saying a word. You shook your head, accepting the fantasy of a fun night with a cute stranger to stay a fantasy as the two boys just looked at each other, and turned to face the band instead.

“You’re new.” It wasn’t a question, but you nodded as you turned to look at the duo again. It was the brunette that had spoken, the blonde busy staring at his feet.

“That easy to spot huh?” You question, your eyes trained on the blonde but flicking back to the brunette with a smile on your face.

“You lack the arrogant air most Newpsie children have around here.” The brunette nudged his friend as he continued the conversation, maybe he was embarrassed by his silence or trying to help him gain the courage to speak a word you couldn’t yet tell.

“Oh yeah, nothing about me screams arrogant” You replied sarcastically as you looked down at your outfit. It costed more than you could afford now and anyone who looked at it could tell. It was finally then when the blonde made any notion of your existence and let out a bark of laughter. You grinned at the blonde and his reaction, this may be your chance to finally get in.

“I’m Seth by the way, and this brooding hunk is Ryan, freshly single and a lifetime of stories to share.” The brunette wrapped an arm around his friend while extending a hand to shake yours, the action bringing the two boys closer into your space.

“Nice to meet you Seth, and I am sure I will be pleased to meet you as well Ryan, when you’re ready to speak.” You grabbed Seth’s hand a shook it lightly, allowing yourself to press closer to the newly appointed Ryan. “Although if you don’t say something soon, I will have to assume my presence would be welcomed elsewhere.”

“Trust me the charm of Ryan Atwood lies within the unsaid.” Seth said patting Ryan’s chest and you let out a laugh. Seth was funny, and you had to admit he was cute but when you glanced towards Ryan and found him staring back at you, you couldn’t help but know who you want.

“Well, that’s fine by me, talkings' overrated these days it’s all about body language,” You lent in closer as you spoke, a hand brushing against Ryan’s jacket. You didn’t let it linger long not yet wanting to push him.

The two boys said nothing as you pulled back and you just smiled as you grabbed the drink the bartender had dropped off and moved further into the crowd. You spared a glance over your shoulder and winked at Ryan before letting yourself go with the music. There was a chance that you were making a complete fool of yourself, but you allowed yourself one night of some drunken stupidity.

It was only a few moments of body swaying and drink swigging before you felt a body press up against you and you prayed that it was Ryan with his buff arms and leather jacket. You turned your body to face the stranger and allowed yourself to smile when you found blue eyes.

“I’m surprised you dance.” You spoke, leaning closer to his ear so you could be heard. You allowed your hand to rest on his shoulder and looked into his eyes awaiting his response.

“I don’t.” You grinned wider as you finally heard him speak and you could see him grinning back, hands coming to rest along your hips as you begin to sway in time with the music.

“Making an exception just for me?”

“What can I say, you’re persuasive.” You let out a laugh and tipped your head back, bringing your body closer to Ryan’s. The charade of the brooding bad boy was slipping as you kept looking into his eyes, seeming to be looking more puppy-like with every second.

“It wasn’t your friend pressuring you into coming over here?” You questioned, looking past Ryan to see Seth still staring at the two of you, eyes bugging out of his head.

“It may have played a small role.” Ryan smiled and you allowed yourself a moment to get lost in it. You had been mistaken to think he was all broody and bad.

“Well why don’t you thank him and his small role for me.” Ryan barks out a laugh and you can’t help but smile as you watch his eyes light up in the moment. You take a sip of your drink before grabbing Ryan’s hand and pulling him away from the dance floor and out of the eyes of Seth.

“Kidnapping me so soon?” Ryan questions as you lead him upstairs and onto the pier, your drink abandoned along the way and the music faded into the background. The cool night air made you shiver and pull your jacket closer around your body, Ryan was close but allowed you to have your space.

“You’re free to leave if you really want to.” You say back, turning your body around to face Ryan and walking backwards. Despite being a total stranger, you knew you could trust him to guide you out of the way of harm if needed.

“I’m happy here.” Ryan spoke and you grabbed his arm pulling him closer to you, your fingers intertwined with his as you smiled brightly up at him.

“I’m surprised anyone’s actually happy in a place like this.” You replied without a real thought. Ryan’s face dropped slightly, more quizzical than anything and you tried to shake your head to brush it off.

“It’s a strange town, everyone seems so happy, but you look at them for more than a moment and boom! Cracks everywhere.” You knew you should’ve stopped talking but there was something about this boy that made you just want to tell him everything.

You broke off from Ryan as you lent against the fence of the pier watching the ocean waves crash into each other. You felt Ryan press up against your side as your elbows brushed against each other.

“Is that your story? Happy on the outside cracks underneath?” Ryan questioned and you glanced at him, admiring the way the moonlight caught his eyes.

“Me? No, I’m all doom and gloom inside and out.” You smiled and Ryan let out a chuckle.

“Well, that’s something I understand.” Ryan joked and you couldn’t help but feel like there was a truth behind his words and there was a part of you that wanted to know everything.

“Is that part of the lifetime of stories your friend was speaking so highly about?” You questioned, you had turned your body to face him, and he followed suit. Your bodies were pressed together, and you had to crane your neck to look at his face now.

“They could be.” Ryan whispered; eyes trained on your lips for the first time that night. You felt a blush rise to your cheeks as his hands landed on your hips again, this time his touch felt hot and borderline electric.

There was a silence as the both of you played a game of chicken, your hands rested against his shoulder, and you allowed them to wander up his neck. You felt his hands squeeze against you and you took that moment to pull him closer and crash your lips against his. Ryan responded in kind, arms reaching up around your back allowing your body to roll into his as you continued to make out under the night sky.

You knew that the strangers walking past were probably judging the two of you as you continued to push yourselves against each other, but you couldn’t stop. Your senses were flooded with the thought and feeling of Ryan, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

It wasn’t until you broke for air that reality came flooding back to you and small buzz that had been fueling you before had worn off. You and Ryan got into a staring match, fingers twitching against each other’s skin before slowly parting.

“I should probably go before Seth hurts himself trying to impress Summer.” Ryan spoke taking a step back from you. You couldn’t even bring yourself to question who Summer was, although you had a suspicion that it was the gorgeous brunette he was ogling over before, instead choosing to nod letting him walk away.

You shook your head, running a hand through your hair as you let the blood drain from your face. You hadn’t expected your night to go so well but you couldn’t help but kick yourself for letting a man like that get away from you. You sighed into the night before walking away from the pier and towards your apartment, not too far away from where you were now. You didn’t spare a glance back missing the way Ryan had turned around to come back to you stopping once he saw you retreat.

A/N I originally posted this on AO3 ages ago but decided to start up my tumblr writing days again... I'm also 90% sure nobody reads The OC self insert fanfictions but it was fun writing this!

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CHAPTER FOUR: THE KING

Salvation Series

SYNOPSIS: In a time when you had no one, you befriended a boy.

WORDS: 1k

WRITTEN: 03/27/2023

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Your brother, who was only five, was loved by your parents. He was doted on and given everything you never had. You envied him, yet you hated him at the same time. He was your brother, and you felt guilty for thinking such thoughts.

You thought him to be adorable whenever you saw him waddling as a mere child down the halls of your family household. His little face would light up when your mother would call him her precious little lamb.

You never received such a beautiful nickname. You were only called worthless, an abomination. You were never referred to as a darling or a precious little anything.

You were a burden to them, and they wanted you gone. It was why they built you your own wing with your own room. They kept you sequestered from the rest of the family. You did not even have any maids. Your parents did not trust anyone with you.

You were the only one who could take care of you, and you knew it. That is why you took the responsibility of raising yourself.

At the age of nine, you met a dirty boy in the forest where you often found solace away from your village.

You did not know what it was about him, but you felt an immediate connection. He was not like the others. He was different.

He was not much older than you, but he acted like he was a grown man — sometimes.

"You're ugly," he bluntly said while picking his ear.

Those two words alone didn't strike sadness in you. It created anger, making you grab a fistful of mud to throw at the dirty boy.

You did not regret it one bit. You were proud of yourself for standing up for yourself. You were not going to let anyone make you feel bad about yourself. He deserved it. He was dirty, smelly, and stank. You could tell he was a troublemaker from the moment you met him and you were right.

Little did you know, he was the cause of many of the problems in his village. His mischief was well-known.

It started a mud war, where the two of you got incredibly sticky and dirty with brown mud. The boy was victorious in that battle. He won because he was much dirtier than you.

"This is my forest. This is my home. You are not welcome here," he spat out in heavy breaths.

You had to bite down on your tongue to not talk. If your parents knew you used your curse on someone, they would lock you away and whip you.

"What, you're not gonna say anything? That's what I thought, you're just a stupid girl — "

"You're dirtier than me!" you shouted.

You immediately gasped and covered your mouth with both hands as a wave of mud splashed against the boy, covering his head to toe in mud.

You couldn't even see a single spot of his skin. The mud clung to his body, sticking to his clothes, and even his hair. He looked like a living statue.

He was so filthy, you could hardly tell if he had any hair at all. You immediately felt nauseous, and was worried and terrified he would run into your village and call you a witch.

The boy sat back on his butt, laughing. "You're a witch!"

You flinched.

"This is great! I've never met a witch before! What else can you do?" he asked as he swiped mud away from his eyes. You felt your cheeks become hot. You could feel your ears becoming red. No one had ever talked to you, let alone call you a witch positively.

You shook your eye and made a gesture of locking your mouth and throwing away the lock.

He frowned. "Why not?"

You shook your head.

"It's your words, isn't it? That's handy. Can you turn me into a frog or summon lightning?" His eyes gleamed evilly as he questioned you.

You swallowed hard. You did not want to engage in a battle of wits with this boy.

You could see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to figure out how to best use his words against you.

He hummed before lunging forward to grab your hand and pull you down, smearing mud all over you.

"Hey!" you shouted.

He grinned. "I knew you'd talk again. Wanna be my servant?"

You blinked in awe.

"I'm going to the king of this world," he said proudly. "I'm going to make sure I never have to suffer in this godforsaken world ever again."

"No."

"What? Then, I'm gonna kill you first," he said.

"You cannot!" you shouted, sending a vibration of cursed energy to him.

His body hardened for a second before he narrowed his eyes at you. "You just used it on me."

"I did not mean to," you said quietly.

He stared at you for a moment before letting out a 'hmph.' "I've decided not to kill you anyways. You should be thankful."

You blinked. What? How could you be thankful for something like that? You had just met this dirty boy and he had already laughed with you and threatened to kill you, then spare you.

He was an extremely odd person and you couldn't make heads or tails of it. And yet, he was the first person to be nice to you.

It was a strange thing.

"Thank you," you said with a small smile.

It felt strange to be thanked by someone who wanted to kill you. But, you were used to it by now. People were strange in this world.

"Hmph. What's your name, ugly?"

You glared at him.

He was close enough you could smell his foul breath. He was trying to intimidate you, but it was not going to work.

"Y/N."

He stared at you, racking his brain to see if the name fit you or not. Finally, he gave up and muttered the first thing that came to mind.

"I'm Sukuna."

NEXT CHAPTER: THE BIRTH OF INUMAKI TOGE

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Chapter 6 Christmas in Velaris - Gwynriel

As he closed the car door she already walked up to him, instead of a greeting she said “Audi Q7, perfect car for an evil mastermind.”

With slow contemplative steps, she made her way towards his car, “On second thought, maybe a Jaguar F7 is more your vibe.” She moved one hand conspiratorially under her chin to add, “A black one of course.”

“Too flashy for me,” He responded with a smile. He forgot about her knack for cars. He couldn’t care less. As long as they took him from A to B, that was all he cared about.

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December 7th, 21:15

The marble scuffed under his black Oxford shoes as he made his way out of Black. inc. The Tech company he founded ten years ago was completely desolate at this time of night. That wasn’t something new- him leaving before 10 pm was. He usually preferred this time of day to conduct business- fewer people needed something from him, and quietness was a given instead of a demand.

As he walked down the stairs he asked himself again, why was he about to step into his car and drive to a place that was bustling with people? Even worse, cheery people.

Last night’s conversation flashed back into his mind. He had every intention to go to her place and not partake in the ridiculous Christmas competition. It seemed like a colossal waste of time, and he hated Christmas. But he had promised Nyx, and he wasn’t anything if not a man of his word.

That evening, he felt generous. Maybe it was the desperate look in her eyes or the desperately hideous interior of the place she now called home. Still, it wasn’t as bad as the bookshop downstairs, where he had to bite his tongue to not mention the mold or the ceiling that looked to be one strong wind away from collapsing. He could see how 15.000 dollars may come in handy.

It was definitely not the way her teal eyes sparkled with want or her lilting voice that always got her exactly what she wanted from him. 

He was a reasonable man, so he gave her the option: “Give me ten reasons to join and I will.”

Azriel thought it was impossible. He could only name three, and he gave it more thought than he cared to admit- money, fame, and the Christmas spirit. Only two of them were legitimate reasons in his eyes.

And that was his last condition: there had to be legitimacy to every reason.

The smart copper-haired woman actually succeeded in listing ten logical reasons. She didn’t even need to think about it. It was as if there was a part of her brain that was permanently occupied with all things Christmas. He would have been impressed if he didn’t think it was so disturbing. As he leaned back into the red chair, he crossed one leg over the other and said “touché.”

That’s how he found himself in his car, driving towards “Duckers Farm”, the only place open past eight pm on a weekday. He could only imagine the horrendous things he was about to witness- stressed people, overexcited people, Christmas converters.

He was supposed to meet her there at 9:15, with only ten minutes to spare he pushed the gas pedal a little bit more. Meetings ran late and one client had to call in from China. He didn’t even have time to change out of his suit.

When he parked his car, he saw Gwyn standing next to her car under a street lamp. Tonight, she wore her usual red coat, flared jeans, and a red hat. Her cheeks were slightly red, and her freckles stood out even more on her pale skin.

As he closed the car door she already walked up to him, instead of a greeting she said “Audi Q7, perfect car for an evil mastermind.”

With slow contemplative steps, she made her way towards his car, “On second thought, maybe a Jaguar F7 is more your vibe.” One hand she moved conspiratorially under her chin to add, “A black one of course.”

“Too flashy for me,” He responded with a smile. He forgot about her knack for cars. He couldn’t care less. As long as they took him from A to B, that was all he cared about.

One look around the parking lot revealed only two other cars. A good start.

One hand grabbed his elbow more forcefully as she said, “Let’s goooo, I’ve been waiting here for so long.”

Feeling slightly guilty he asked, “Shit, I’m sorry, meetings ran late, how long have you been waiting for?”

“Two minutes,” she answered. “Two long minutes of looking at the trees and not being able to touch them, smell them, feel them. Do you know how long that is?” she asked seriously.

With a playful eye-roll, he followed her inside. There were rows and rows of Christmas trees for as far as his eyes could see. At the entrance, an older lady gave each person a ticket, “Oh my. Don’t tell the others but you’re the loveliest couple I’ve seen today. Absolutely gorgeous.”

Gwyn’s face became even more red as the words left her mouth in a hurry, “We’re not-“

“Why would you think-“

“No.”

Instead of adding to the word vomit, Azriel merely said “Thank you.” And took the ticket from her outstretched hand. 

As they made their way inside, he teased “Am I so horrible to be in a fake partnership with?”

A new string of words came out of her full lips, “No. I mean-“

When she regained her footing she asked genuinely, “Why lie?”

“Why not?” He challenged with a smirk.

“Let’s pick out the Christmas tree, boyfriend,” she said as she took one of his hands in hers. He pushed away the thought of how nicely her smooth hand fit in his.

“I already know which one I want,” she said as she guided them towards a surprisingly beautiful tree. But they needed two. “And mine?”

“That is yours,” she corrected. “This one is mine,” she said as she pointed to one that looked almost exactly the same.

As she walked towards the end of the row she added, “I also want to get a smaller one for Mouse, then she can play with that one instead of the larger one,” she said with such a sigh it was clear that plan of action came from experience.

“I’ll be right back, I’ll ask them to cut all three for us.” And just like that she was gone again. She was nothing if not efficient. With some difficulty, he had to admit this wasn’t as bad as he thought.

Laughs sounded before he saw the copper-brown female. When he looked in the direction of the sound, a towering man who he could only describe as an American Thor followed Gwyn like a puppy dog.

On instinct, he stood a little straighter, pulled his shoulders back slightly, and his chin up higher. “Do you have another axe,” he asked the budget store Norwegian. 

“Sure man, hold on, I’ll be right back.”

He couldn’t remember the last time he cut a tree, but he worked out. He could handle one lousy tree.

“Thank you, Troy,” Gwyn said as he came back with the axe.

Before Troy, not Thor handed him the axe, Azriel removed his coat and jacket to roll up his sleeves. With swift movements, he made the first cuts into the base of the tree in what was definitely not a competition for the manliest man.

Gwyn took up the space in the pathway, far away enough not to get accidentally hit, but close enough to enjoy the show.

With more strength than he thought was needed, he slowly made his way through the thick stem. With stealthy looks to the left, he saw Troy advancing just as quickly as him. A pang of pride shot through him.

With quicker slashes, he advanced at a pace that would lead him towards victory. As proven by the satisfying sound of the tree falling into the other row of trees.

His hands already started to lift in celebration pumps, before he remembered he was in public, and this was a competition. Instead, he took one look to his left, to reveal Gwyn, who looked straight back at him. Quicker than he liked, she moved towards her tree and said, “Thank you, Troy.”

“I hope this is not crossing some lines, but can I get your number?” He asked right in front of him.

Did he not see her pretend boyfriend was standing right behind her?

“Sure,” she said after a moment of contemplation.

He didn’t even have her new number. How dare he get it before him? How dare he get it at all?

With his back turned towards them he instead focused on the tree.

“I’ll see you later.” He said as he moved to walk away. “Bye,” she said as she walked towards the tree.

With bent legs, she prepared her back to pull the heavy tree up. Both trees weighed the same amount, and he already struggled with its weight.

“Let me help you,” he said as he dropped his tree and made his way toward hers.

“I got it,” she said as her face began to turn red under the strain.

With two hands, she held the base of the tree as she threw her entire weight into the battle. Her body stood almost horizontally, as she pulled the tree towards the entrance. It was impressive if it wasn’t also frightening.

He watched her struggle all the way towards the entrance, which she made all by herself, with two breaks in between, but still.

He threw the smaller three on top of his, as he made his way towards the entrance too.

When he reached the lady at the entrance, to give her the card back and pay, he was met with a disapproving look that made him glad looks couldn’t really kill.

With a shrug of his shoulders, he said I tried.

As his car, he saw her still struggling to fit the tree inside hers.

“Still glad you don’t have an evil mastermind's car?”

Maybe it was petty, but the look on her face was worth it.

“Need some help,” he added to alleviate some of it.

“I got it,” she responded.

“You can’t perform magic, Gwyn, it doesn’t fit.”

“I got it,” she repeated as she pushed one foot into the base of the three. Then she flung her entire back into the thick tree before she spewed a litany of curses he wished to know the origin of.

“Let me,” he finally said. He was met with a look of challenge that promised violence if he so much as touched the tree. So he added, “Let this evil mastermind do some good.”

“Alright, but don’t push them together.”

When she walked to the back of his car, she assessed the possibilities and concluded “Let’s fit them together, like puzzle pieces.”

With slight hesitation, and a lot of unwillingness to piss her off even further, he agreed. And he be damned, it actually worked- they both fit.

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Foreboding Frustrations

Summary: An injury has Madeline fretting over new worries and a stressful conversation plants seeds of doubt in her mind.

Part of the Back To You series

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June 2015

Elegant and graceful are two words that were often used to describe Madeline.

However, as she dragged herself out of the back of a cab, trying to get her crutches underneath her arms enough to support her weight without bumping her ankle, those words were probably the last two anyone would have used. 

She was relieved to see the driver had already lifted her bag from the other side of the backseat, but as she’d had the forethought to only bring a backpack in an attempt to streamline the travel process, she declined his offer of help to the door and shifted her weight to her right foot as she swung it onto her back. Still getting used to the crutches, she tried her best to retain a hint of dignity as she clumsily hopped towards the apartment building that was Chris’ temporary Atlanta home, but she felt another wave of relief when she glanced up to see him already holding the door open.

The frown on his face as he took in her current pitiful state had her heart aching heavily in her chest, but she held it together and kept up her momentum until she was right in front of him.

“Maddie…” he murmured, the gentleness in his voice only making her situation feel more dire. “You didn’t tell me it was this bad…”

“The crutches are just temporary, it looks worse than it is.”

“You should have told me,” he insisted, holding the door open wide enough for her to squeeze through. “I’m off all weekend, I could have come to New York instead.”

“I needed to get out of the city,” she assured him. “But I appreciate the first class ticket, the extra space definitely came in handy so thanks for that.”

She flashed him a smile, but she knew it was forced and disingenuous and the way Chris’ eyebrows stayed creased together in concern told her that it hadn’t been at all convincing or reassuring. He brushed off her gratitude as he helped her slip off her backpack and slung it over his own shoulder before leading her to the elevator, but the silence that settled between them did nothing to ease Madeline’s misery. The only sound echoing around them was the clicking of her crutches on the floor and Chris’ uncharacteristically quiet welcome had the a twist of dread rising in her stomach.

However, when the elevator doors closed behind them, the words that came out of Chris’ mouth had Madeline thinking the silence might have been preferable.

“So, how bad is it?”

“It’s a grade two sprain,” she answered, fighting to keep her voice from shaking. “I’m on crutches for the next few days at least then once the swelling goes down I’ll have to start physiotherapy, but I’m out for the rest of the spring season.”

Her eyes burned as she swallowed back the sting of tears because as much as she’d tried to sound indifferent about the information she’d shared, it was a hard thing to accept. Pulling out just two weeks before their June performances broke her heart, but what was even more terrifying was the thought of how close she’d come to a career ending injury. Even with a grade two sprain she would have to be careful and meticulous in her recovery to make sure that she regained any lost stability in her ankle, but if it had been just a tiny bit worse then she could have been facing a very early retirement or at least a huge setback in her ability to consistently perform. The thought of not dancing at all for the next six weeks was devastating enough, the thought of never dancing at the same level again was unimaginable.

“I’m sorry, Maddie, that’s really disappointing,” Chris sympathized, but Madeline worried that if she opened her mouth to agree all that would come out was a sob. Instead, she simply shrugged her shoulders and kept her eyes locked on the floor and away from the frown on his face. The ding of the elevator gave her a temporary reprieve from discussing her injury, but once Chris had held the door open long enough for her to hop through it, he followed her out and continued. “Do you have a plan? Do you have a physio in New York already? If you’re thinking of hanging out here for a while then we can track down the best physio in Atlanta and make sure you’re in good hands.”

“The ballet has a physio so I made an appointment with him,” she explained. “But I was hoping you wouldn’t mind if I stuck around for a while. I know you’re busy, but getting a little unexpected extra time with you is the only silver lining I could think of.”

He led her through the door of his apartment as she spoke, but once it closed behind her and they were alone - away from any possible prying eyes - she felt the emotions she’d been fighting finally get on top of her. Her mind had been racing ever since her fall the night before. The disappointment, the fear, the list of things she needed to do to set herself up for success, it all had her feeling completely overwhelmed. The one thought that kept shining through the rest was that she needed Chris. He always made her feel better and knew just what to say, but what she craved most was the comfort of simply being in his arms.

Something in the way her voice broke must have caught his attention as the sympathy returned to his eyes and he let her bag drop to the floor.

“Of course I don’t mind. I’d love for you to stay, I always miss you when I’m filming.” 

His assurance had the tears that were swimming in Madeline’s eyes finally welling over and slipping down her cheeks and she was relieved when he leapt into action, moving forward to let her balance against him as he leaned her crutches on the wall. She needed no more encouragement than the feel of his arms sliding around her waist to melt into his embrace and - making sure to keep her weight off of her left foot - she buried her head against his chest. As his strong arms wrapped around her like a safety blanket, she finally took a moment to give in to the sadness that had been haunting her all day.

It was tempting - as she soaked up the comfort he was offering - to crumble entirely. She’d been desperately holding it together because she knew that once she started letting the emotions out, it would be hard to reign them back in, but despite the need for a good cathartic cry she knew from the tension in his muscles that a breakdown would come with more questions and as she wasn’t in the mood to discuss how she was feeling, she forced herself to get it together almost as quickly as she’d let herself start to fall apart.

“I’m okay,” she assured him, hoping the accompanying sniffles wouldn't undermine her words. “But can we just not talk about it tonight? I’d love to just not think about it for a while.”

When she leaned back to look up at him, his worry was written all over his face. However, after a moment of contemplation, he slowly and reluctantly nodded his head.

“Sure, but can I ask you one last question before I agree to that?” He waited for her to nod before he continued. “Are you in a lot of pain?”

“Kinda,” Madeline admitted. “It’s not so bad if I keep it still and I could probably walk on it if I really had to, but it would definitely hurt because it’s pretty painful whenever I move it.”

That information made Chris’ frown deepen even more, but as a sigh fell from his lips he offered her a deal.

“Okay, then I promise that I’ll let it drop if you promise to keep your foot elevated with ice for the rest of the night.”

“I can do that,” Madeline eagerly agreed. “That’s what I had in mind anyway. As much as it might kill me, I absolutely plan on doing everything I’ve been told to do. I don’t want to take any chances.”

There was a flicker of surprise in Chris’ eyes, but it melted quickly into relief. It was a fair reaction considering Madeline’s track record with being a bad patient. Her stubborn tendencies had her almost incapable of slowing down, but while she may have been notorious for pushing through a bad cold or flu, the stakes were too high when it came to an injury and she really did plan on following her recovery instructions as closely as she possibly could.

“I’m really happy to hear that,” he confessed, taking her assurance as permission to help her and bending just enough to slide his arm under her knees and lift her into his arms. “I was worried I’d have to fight with you all weekend to get you to take it easy.”

Madeline felt a smile slide onto her lips as she draped her arm around Chris’ shoulder while he carried her into the living room taking extra care not to bump or jostle her ankle.

“You were going to fight with me?” She questioned. “In my time of need?”

“I didn’t want to,” he insisted, her teasing tone twisting his lips into a smile of his own. “But I was psyching myself up for it. I know how important rest is for injuries like this and I know you like to think you’re too tough to ever need a break.”

“Not this time, this time I know I have no choice.”

She’d fought to keep her voice nonchalant, but she heard the strain - the edge of fear that she couldn’t shake from her mind - and the way Chris paused as he placed her on the couch with his eyes tracing over her face as if searching any crack in the brave façade she was putting on told her he could hear it too. However, she was relieved when he kept his promise and didn’t push the issue.

“Well, you’re in good hands,” he informed her as he stepped away to pull the coffee table close enough for her to rest her leg on and found a cushion to place under her ankle. “I’ll be your nurse all weekend. I’ll grab you some ice now, but if there’s anything else you want then just let me know. I’m here to tend to your every need.”

“Wow, I’m so lucky,” Madeline giggled, watching him hurry off to the kitchen before shouting after him, “We should get you a sexy outfit!”

She heard his chuckle echo from the other room until he reappeared with an ice pack in his hand.

“Yeah? Would you like that?”

“I think I would,” Madeline teased, feeling a wave of gratitude as he gently placed the ice on her ankle, glancing at her to make sure it was in the right spot. “I think it just might make this whole mess worthwhile.”

“If that’s the case then I’ll see what I can do,” he promised, shooting her a wink. “But for now, is there anything else you need?”

Reaching out to pat the cushion beside her, Madeline shook her head.

“Just you. You’re all I need.”

Flashing her a smile that warmed her heart, Chris moved around the table to join her on the couch.

“I think I can handle that,” he agreed, leaning in for a kiss as soon as he was sitting beside her. “I love you.”

The words seemed to quiet the anxious thoughts spinning around Madeline’s brain better than anything had all day and she quickly repeated them back to him before shifting the conversations to anything other than her current situation. 

They talked about how excited he was to be jumping back into the world of Steve Rogers, but how tiring it was while his body readjusted to the long days filled with physical stunts and how he was dreading the thought of running around in Captain America’s costume in the hot Atlanta summer. They talked about the places in the city that they could check out if Madeline’s was planning on sticking around and - despite the reason for it - Madeline felt a flicker of excitement at the thought of getting to sleep next to Chris every night for the next few weeks. It was hard for them when he was filming at times when she had to be in New York and it really was a nice silver lining that she was able to travel with him for once. They ordered takeout for dinner and Chris put on her favourite movie, but the exhaustion caught up to him about halfway through as he dozed off with his head in her lap. 

Knowing he needed the rest, Madeline turned down the volume on the TV to make sure it wouldn’t wake him up and as she let her fingers soothingly run through his hair and looked down at his peaceful face, she was struck by just how much she loved him. She’d always been skeptical of soulmates - it seemed crazy to her that there was just one person in the world that everyone was meant to find - but when she thought about her relationship with Chris, she had to admit that all the evidence was there. He really was her other half. When she’d fallen and the immediate agony in her ankle told her that she was in trouble, he was the first person she wanted to talk to. Even as the rehearsal dissolved into chaos and Heidi rushed her to the hospital to make sure her ankle wasn’t broken, he was the only thing on her mind and as soon as she had her diagnosis, booking a flight to see him was all she wanted to do. Being in his presence was the only thing that could calm her frantic heart and she was so grateful for the patience he’d shown her and the care he’d taken of her that evening.

Her anxiety was still bubbling under the surface no matter how hard she’d been trying to push it from her mind, but getting the chance to spend a few unexpected weeks with Chris was a pretty great consolation prize and she just hoped her ankle would heal fast enough that she could truly embrace their time together.

-

The next morning it quickly became clear that none of the calm and optimism that Madeline had gained by her quiet evening with Chris was going to last very long. He’d woken up early to head to the gym with the promise of returning with breakfast and while Madeline felt okay as she lounged in bed, things started going downhill after she used her crutches to swing over to the couch.

She felt her heart sink as soon as she settled her foot on the cushion beside her. The swelling wasn’t quite as bad as it had been the day before, but she was hoping that it would have improved a lot more than it had. Wanting to get a better look at it, she slowly unwrapped the bandage and the still prominent bruise had her anxiety spiking even higher. The pain she’d felt when she’d moved it as she was trying to get out of bed had left her with low expectations, but the sight of how little it seemed to be improving had tears flooding back to her eyes.

Her plan had been to keep the bandage off for a little bit while icing it, but she couldn't bear to look at her bruised and battered ankle a moment longer than necessary. She quickly tried to re-wrap it, but her heightened emotions and the panic that had heart pounding in her chest was proving to be too distracting for her to get everything lined up right. She was vaguely aware of the sound of the front door opening and closing a few minutes later and the sound of Chris calling out to announce his return, but her focus remained so fixated on getting her ankle covered up that she didn’t notice he was home until he was standing right in front of her.

“Whoa, Maddie, what’s going on?” He asked, ditching the bag with their breakfast in it on the table as soon as he saw her flustered state. “Is it your foot?”

“Yes!” Madeline huffed as she screwed up the bandage and threw it onto the couch beside her. “I can’t get this stupid fucking bandage back on.” 

“Oh, that’s okay,” he assured her, his brow furrowed in confusion as he sat on the couch by her foot and cautiously took the bandage from where it had landed. “I can help you with that.”

Feeling her composure starting to slip away, Madeline felt a surge of annoyance rising up as she snapped at Chris.

“It’s not okay. It’s not okay at all! Look at my foot, it’s not getting any better!”

For a moment, Chris looked stunned by her harsh tone, but he stayed calm and didn’t let her outburst faze him.

“It’s only been a day, Maddie. A day and a half, max,” he reminded her. “I know it’s hard to see it like this, but it does look less swollen and these things take time to heal. It’s gonna be okay.”

“Thank you so much, Chris,” Madeline rolled her eyes. “I thought you were an actor, not a doctor, but I’m so relieved that you’re medically trained as well. Your expertise is so helpful.”

Her words were dripping with sarcasm and as she saw Chris’ jaw twitch with annoyance, she had the decency to feel a pang of guilt at how she was speaking to him and that guilt only got worse when he spoke.

“I’m just trying to help,” he assured her, his soft voice sounding even more gentle in contrast with her hostility. “I know you’re frustrated, but don’t take it out on me.”

“I’m not frustrated,” Madeline admitted, letting out a sigh as she knew that he was right and didn’t deserve to be the target of her abuse. “I’m scared.”

“I know,” he nodded. “And I know it must be really hard to just wait and have faith that your body will heal, but the doctors said that you were going to be fine in a few weeks, right?”

“But what if I’m not?” Her words were quiet as she was sure that if she spoke any louder her voice would break and she’d lose the battle against the tears she was fighting to control. “What if I’m not fine?”

Chris paused for a moment before lifting his shoulders into a shrug.

“It would be a tough adjustment,” he admitted. “But you’re stronger than you think, you’d get through it.”

“How would I get through it? I would lose my job!”

Madeline’s tone gave away her disbelief in his apparent nonchalance about the severity of the situation, but nothing could prepare her for the next thing that came out of his mouth.

“I think I can handle supporting you financially for a while.”

The words hit Madeline like a slap across the face and she recoiled away from him in disgust. The fact that he thought finances were even a spec of what was causing her grief had her feeling like the man she’d been considering to be her soulmate just the night before didn’t even know her at all.

“Are you serious?” 

Chris nodded hesitantly to confirm that he was and while the look on his face made it clear that he was unsure why she seemed so offended, his cluelessness only made Madeline more angry.

“It’s not about the money, Chris! I didn’t get into ballet for the money! It’s about having a purpose in life and a reason to be proud of myself because dancing is the one thing that I’m actually good at!”

“Maddie, that’s not true,” he insisted. “You have plenty of talents and there’s other things that can provide a purpose in life if it comes to that. You know, like having a family.”

He flashed her a smile that she was sure was supposed to be reassuring as if his words were supposed to ignite a flicker of excitement about their future, but all it did was remind her of the conversation she’d had with Anna at her New Years Eve party a few months earlier. “With a job like yours, you’d need to take at least a year off.” That was what she’d said and that was only referring to a wedding, a family would be an even more time consuming endeavor and not one that Madeline currently had the emotional capacity to even consider.

“I don’t need another purpose,” she told him, her voice firm and frosty as she suddenly felt like she was suffocating under the weight of her anxiety and the conversation they were having. “Can you go away? I want to be alone and I can’t storm away from you right now so I need you to go.”

“Storm away from me? Madeline, what are you talking about? I’m trying to help you.”

“I don’t need your help,” she insisted, swallowing hard as her tears finally managed to push past her defenses and fill her eyes. “Please, leave me alone.”

“No, I wanna talk about this,” Chris demanded, the hurt on his face doing nothing to soften Madeline’s irritation. “You’re upset, I’m not just gonna leave.”

“Fine,” Madeline snapped, carefully moving her foot off the couch. “Then I will.”

Ignoring Chris’ protests and taking extra care to keep her weight off of her ankle, Madeline used the arm of the couch to pull herself to her feet. However, the tears blurring her vision and the emotion charging her movements made her already poor skill with crutches even worse. She’d left them leaning against the back of the couch, but as she frantically tried to move them and settle one under each arm, something got caught in the commotion and sent her tumbling to the floor.

Letting out a cry that had Chris leaping up to help her, Madeline caught herself on her hands and managed to keep her injured foot away from any further danger, but as all the fear, anxiety and frustration finally boiled to an overwhelming point, she found herself completely helpless against the floods of tears that began to stream down her cheeks. She pitifully turned herself until she was sitting on the floor as defeated sobs wracked her body, but it didn’t take long for Chris to appear by her side.

Knowing her choices were limited, she let him help her get back up to standing on her good foot and when he pulled her into a hug, she practically collapsed against his chest. As she’d predicted the day before, once the floodgates were open it was impossible to close them again. She clung to his shirt - partially for balance and partially just to have something tangible to hold onto - and let it all out. She cried for the pain, she cried for the worry and fear about how well or fast her injury would heal, and she cried for the heartbreak of the fact that the one person who she thought always knew what to say had said something so entirely wrong.

She allowed herself a few minutes to cry against his chest and wallow in the things she was feeling before she tried to steady her breathing and get herself back under control. Considering her conversation with Chris was really the only thing upsetting her that she had any control over, she knew it was the easiest thing to fix and she composed herself enough to speak.

“I don’t want your money,” she sniffled, leaning back to look up at him as she frantically wiped at her tears. “I don’t care about that at all.”

“I know you don’t, that was a dumb thing to say,” he admitted. “When you said that you might lose your job, I just thought that maybe you were worried about it and I wanted to offer you any kind of comfort that I could.”

“There is no comfort,” Madeline whimpered, her lip quivering again. “This is a nightmare. My entire life is on the line and all I can do is wait and hope for the best.”

“I know, I can’t imagine how hard that is. I’m so sorry, Maddie.” His words had another wave of pain and anxiety wash over her, but as she squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt to fight back her tears, she heard Chris quietly murmur, “C’mere.”

As he had the night before, he slipped an arm behind her knees to lift her and carry her back to the couch. Once she was settled with her leg lifted beside her, he briefly disappeared before returning with another ice pack in his hand. He rested it gently on her ankle before sitting on the floor beside her and despite their disagreement, Madeline was grateful that he’d chosen to stay close.

“What am I going to do, Chris?”

The question was so quiet that it barely broke the silence that had settled between them, but it caught Chris’ attention nonetheless and he leaned his arm on the couch as he reached out to grab her hand.

“You’re going to be fine,” he insisted. “You just need to rest it for now.”

“But what if I’m not fine?” She pressed, no longer able to push all the intrusive questions from her mind. “I’ve been working my entire life to get where I am now and it all might just disappear because of one stupid mistake.”

“It’s not gonna disappear. I know it’s hard, but you’ve gotta stay positive,” he reminded her. “You said the doctors think you’ll be okay so you have to trust their judgment and focus on what you can do to help yourself recover.”

“But what if I can’t do enough?”

“Then we’ll worry about that when we know it’s actually a problem,” he shrugged. “But I called one of the guys on the stunt team this morning because I remembered him mentioning that his wife is a physio. Turns out that she’s one of the best in Atlanta - not just in his opinion, it seems like a legit claim - and she said she’d be happy to help you out as soon as the swelling goes down a bit.”

The fact that Chris had been proactive enough to reach out to someone on her behalf made her heart swell in her chest in a way that had a wave of guilt washing over her for how she’d just been treating him.

“Oh,” she sniffled, using the sleeve of her sweater to wipe her eyes again. “That’s really nice of her.”

“It is,” Chris smiled. “And I know how hard you’ll commit to whatever you have to do to get back on your feet so I have no doubts that you’ll be totally fine, but I’ll be here for you no matter what happens.”

“I know,” Madeline nodded, reigning in her emotions enough to explain her earlier reaction. “I just felt like you were being a little dismissive, I guess. Saying you have enough money to support me and that I can find a new purpose. I’m not ready to even think about that being a possibility and you made it sound like it would be no big deal.”

A frown slid onto Chris’s face as he squeezed her hand a little tighter.

“That wasn’t my intention,” he assured her. “I know how devastating that would be for you. I was just trying to say that I’ll always support you and that we’ll get through this however it ends up, but I’m sorry that I obviously didn’t choose the right words.”

Madeline wasn’t sure that there were any right words to say ‘don’t worry if your career and all your dreams fall apart, we can fill your free time by having a family’, but the exhaustion of the rollercoaster of emotions that she’d been on the last few days had her simply nodding her head and lifting their joined hands to her lips to press a kiss against his skin in acceptance of his apology, letting the subject drop for the time being.

-

To their complete relief, all their worry and stress about Madeline’s injury proved to be entirely unnecessary. The day after their little argument, her ankle was far less swollen and bruised and clearly on the way to recovery. She made an appointment with the physio that Chris had found as soon as she possibly could and after a few weeks of diligently following the exercise plan that was made for her, her ankle felt as good as new. However, despite the positive results, the physio was clear that she still wasn’t allowed to even think about dancing until at least six weeks had passed since the initial injury which meant that although she found it very difficult to be without her favourite activity, she had the perfect excuse to stick around in Atlanta with Chris.

He was busy most days and exhausted by the time he came home, but they were happy to take advantage of any extra time that they were able to spend together. On days when Chris got up early to go to the gym before he had to go to work, Madeline went with him and did whatever workouts she was allowed to while he did his. On any days when Chris got a decent break for lunch, Madeline would join him on set and sometimes stick around to watch him work and every night - no matter what time Chris came home - Madeline would make dinner for them to eat together as they soaked up the novelty of spending their evenings in each other’s company. Even the simple luxury of falling asleep beside each other and waking up in each other’s arms was something they never took for granted and in many ways their relationship felt stronger than ever despite the unfortunate reason that brought Madeline to Atlanta.

But in some ways, Madeline also felt suffocated. The domesticity had been nice at first, but it didn't take long for her to realize that the life of a homemaker wasn’t for her. By the time she was strong enough to return to training, the idea of staying in Atlanta even a day longer than she needed to made her stomach turn. Planning her day around when she could see Chris and spending most of her time just waiting around for him was starting to make her skin crawl as she itched to get back to a life of her own and as much as she loved being around him and valued their time together, the relief that flooded through her as she boarded a plane back to New York had a flicker of worry running through her heart.

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Lyra: So what I'm saying is, if something was coming, something bad. Then... I'm pretty sure your mom would come and warn me. Just like she did before when I lied through my teeth to Kali about why you were going to Sulani, and what we talked about etc... 

Cat: I hope so, I really do.

Lyra: trust me, it'll all be ok. If anybody can cut you loose from Kali, it's Stella and her firm.

Cat: You think so? I am so ready to move on from her.

Lyra: I'm sure of it, Cat! Besides, now you're taking a break from work, me and you can hang out more if you'd like. Then when you get rid of Red She-Hulk you can go back to work and get on with your life. 

Cat: What would you like to do then? You can come watch me paint my house I suppose. Supervise?

Lyra laughs. And is happy to see Cat is visibly happier too 

Lyra: You don’t want me with a paintbrush. I’ll just bring you coffee and clean the brush. It's safer that way. 

****

Cat: Yes, well I don't want you on a ladder with a munchkin on board! I want to see this little guy.

Lyra: Funny you say that, I'm sure its a boy 

Cat: Really? Saying it just felt right. Have you given names a thought or are you just going to wait to meet him?"

Lyra: I will just wait I think, but he's my second main man now.

Cat: How's Bob doing? Lysa should be pretty close now too right? I do think I met her young man on patrol once... he was a nice fellah. Seemed homespun. I recall you mentioning that.

****

Lyra: Bob is quietly excited by the prospect, and Lysa is due any day now. Things are happening so fast. And you bringing up her man, well... we sort of demonstrated to him we're not normal folks. He took it quite well. In all fairness to him... we didn't hold back. 

Cat: Well he was quite polite...and yeah, if he was going to be a part of this family, he really did need to know the truth of it. I suspect now he'll believe me a bit more when I tell him to be careful of her.

Lyra: Keep his gun handy...  Anyway, come on, I’ll give you a guided tour of the new chateau du Robinson!

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Almost Perfect (Sebastian x Fem!Farmer) Chapter 6: The Carpenter's Son

Warnings: Slow burn, personal struggles, anxiety, depression, eventual smut

Summary: Sebastian finds himself reluctantly assisting his mom on a project early in the morning.

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Chapter 6: The Carpenter's Son

Spring 12

“Mom.” Sebastian was smoking near the kitchen window when Robin entered. Robin looked pleased with herself much to her son’s dismay given the stunt she just pulled. 

“Sebby.” Robin said as her shit eating grin grew wider. Why was she like this? Did she just like torturing him personally or was she also doing this to Maru when he wasn’t around to see it?  

Sebastian stubbed out his cigarette in his ashtray and stared at the woman with an unamused look. “Why did you do that?” He asked as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the kitchen counter. 

“Do what?” Robin asked innocently. 

Sebastian rolled his eyes. He truly did love his mom but he wished that she wouldn’t be so pushy when it came to his social life. He knew she was worried with all the time he would spend in the basement, but that was his room and his workspace, what was he to do? She just didn’t get it. This was one of the smaller reasons as to why he had to leave for Zuzu, sure it seemed a bit trivial, but neither mom or Demetrius really cared to learn or understand what he was doing. Yes, he was isolated from people, but it was intentional. Not that it being intentional made it any less concerning. 

“I…I just wish you wouldn’t do shit like that.” Sebastian pushed his hair back as he looked over at his mom. 

Robin’s brows furrowed a bit when Sebastian swore and she pursed her lips in thought. “I understand Sebby. I just want you to be happy. You’re just so handsome and sweet and I think it would be a shame if you didn’t share that with someone.” 

“I know mom.” Sebastian sighed, the tension leaving his voice. For as embarrassing as his mom could be he knew her heart was in the right place.  

Robin smiled and wrapped her arms around her son. “Good. You’ll help me out tomorrow, right?” Was she just trying to butter him up?  

Sebastian returned his mom’s hug and nodded. He didn’t have it in him to say no. “Sure.” He wasn’t exactly sure what he was helping with but he couldn’t imagine that it would be that bad.

~*~

Spring 13

No, it was actually worse. Sebastian’s brain felt like it had turned into sludge and his eyes felt heavy. He was used to pulling all-nighters but having to wake up at 5:30 in the morning to help his mom with whatever project it was that she was commissioned to do was probably going to kill him. 

“Look alive, kiddo.” Robin said as she climbed into the driver’s seat of her pick-up truck. 

Sebastian only grunted in return. He was way too tired to put words together. 

Robin laughed at her son’s grumpiness and started driving. Sebastian decided to close his eyes. He hoped he could get a bit more sleep before he had to actually start working. 

“Alright! We’re here.” Sebastian’s eyes snapped open. That didn’t even feel like five minutes. He looked around at his surroundings and saw that they were on the farm. The once abandoned farm? He sat up and rubbed his eyes and took in the scenery, just slightly more awake. The farm that he had only visited a season ago was cleared of the tall grass, broken branches, and stray stone that littered the field. In fact, there was a modest field of crops. He was surprised that Angeline had actually done so much in such a short time. He was sure that she was going to have a harder time given how much of a mess the place was, but she seemed to be doing just fine. 

“Earth to Sebby.” Robin shook Sebastian from his thoughts. 

He looked over to his mom and she smiled at him. “I need help with the wood.” 

Sebastian nodded and climbed out of the truck and did as his mom asked. It was time to get to work, no more time to admire the little farmer’s handy work.  

~*~

Angeline yawned and slowly sat up in her bed, stretching her stiff muscles. At first, getting up at six was a struggle, in Zuzu, Angeline would usually cut it close and get up at seven and rush into work with only minutes left to spare. However, her body had adjusted to the lifestyle change and she was able to wake up without even needing an alarm clock. She was surprised that she was able to adjust to the drastic lifestyle change so quickly given she had only been here for maybe a week at most. When she got her first apartment by herself it felt so lonely that she’d have to listen to podcasts just to fall asleep to not feel so alone all the damn time. The quietness of the farm was actually something that she found peaceful in comparison.

She got out of bed and quickly changed into a cropped tee and some black overalls. It was simple, but it made sense, she was a farmer now. She didn’t need to do much like put on makeup or anything fancy since she was planning on just doing farm chores. Sweat, dirt, and makeup wasn’t exactly a great combination. A bit of sunscreen wouldn’t hurt though. After finishing up the basics in her tiny bathroom Angeline ran a comb through her new short hair. She looked in the mirror and smiled. Yes, it was just her bare face and no styling whatsoever, but she thought she looked nice. 

Angeline grabbed her hoe and watering can and made it towards her slowly growing field of crops. She had just begun to put her work gloves on when she heard a bang causing her to jump out of her skin. She had grown so used to the quiet that any sounds that weren’t the birds or sounds of the wind felt really unusual to her. She looked over to see Robin and…Sebastian with her? 

Angeline walked over towards them and stopped just a few feet away from them, trying not to get in the way. 

“Morning kiddo.” Robin smiled at Angeline and then looked back down at her blueprints. 

Sebastian didn’t say anything and looked focused on just moving the planks of wood out of the truck bed and on to the ground. 

“Say good morning, Sebastian.” Robin said shooting Sebastian a disapproving look. 

Sebastian dropped the planks of wood to the ground and wiped his forehead with his forearm. “Hey.” He said quietly as he moved his bangs out of his face. 

“M-morning.” Angeline said suddenly feeling self-conscious about her bare face. She tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear and looked at Robin. “I didn’t realize when you said tomorrow you meant so early.” 

Robin shrugged. “I can’t help myself.” She looked over to Sebastian and then back to Angeline. “I brought Seb here to help so it’ll get done even faster since you wanted a coop and a silo.”  

Angeline nodded and smiled softly. “Well I’ll leave you guys to it. Call me if you need anything.” She pointed over towards her garden. “I’ll probably just be over there all day.” 

“Sounds good Ange.” Robin said as she got back to work. 

Angeline stepped away and went back to her own work that she needed to do. Every now and then between the weeding she was doing she would glance over Robin and Sebastian’s way. No, she had things she needed to do. She shook her head and tried to make herself focus on the task at hand. Angeline could look at cute guys anytime, there were surprisingly a lot of attractive people in the Valley, maybe it was because of the lack of processed foods and pollution? 

Angeline wiped some of the sweat from her brow and tried to focus more on her new plot that she left unfinished yesterday, due to her hair troubles. She was excited to plant the strawberry seeds that Andy, she was almost positive his name was Andy, had given to her. She was hoping to try her hand at making some jams and see where that went. Angeline typically never had a problem focusing on her chores, well except for yesterday, but that was a special circumstance, and so was today. Angeline had guests on her farm, well not guests, they were working, but she just couldn’t help but look over at Sebastian– at Robin and Sebastian as they worked. She glanced over at Sebastian and sighed. It was really unfair how pretty he was. She wondered if his hair had that tousled look naturally or if that was something that he took the time to do everyday, it was perfectly messy. Or if his skin was naturally that clear. Did he have a skincare routine? And his waist! It was so slim. Completely unfair.     

He wasn’t wearing his signature black hoodie and matching skinny jeans either. Instead he had on a fitted white t-shirt and dark washed skinny jeans. It made Angeline a bit shy to look at him. He always seemed so lithe thanks to the way his hoodie concealed his figure, but he was actually quite fit. It made sense, he was the son of a carpenter after all, wood and stone wasn’t exactly light, so of course he would have some muscle. When Sebastian turned his back completely to Angeline she wasn’t completely sure, but she thought she might’ve seen a bit of a tattoo peaking out from his shirt collar. He was just too much.   

Angeline quickly looked away when she heard Robin and Sebastian share a laugh. She did not want to be caught staring. She hardly knew the guy she didn’t want to be labeled a creep. This was a small town she would not stand for being known as the ‘creepy farmer’.

But looking never really hurt anyone, right? Well, maybe as long as she wasn’t caught. 

Angeline groaned at the weirdness of her own thoughts. She actually sounded like a creep. Angeline turned her back to the mom and son team and focused on her weeding. She couldn’t so easily look at him– them if she had her back turned towards the pair. She would applaud herself for her little idea if it didn’t make her look so strange in the moment. 

~*~

Angeline checked her phone and it read 12:30, she was ready for a break, and from the looks of it the mother and son duo looked like they could use a break, too. Angeline made her way over to them. “Can I get you guys something to eat?” 

Robin stood up and shook her head firmly. “No need, Angeline. We’re just taking a small break. There’s no need to worry about us. 

Angeline looked over to Sebastian to see if he wanted anything. He looked a bit tired, but he gave no indication of wanting anything. Angeline pursed her lips as she eyed the woman in front of her. “Your sure?” 

Robin nodded. “Positive.” 

Angeline didn’t argue. “Okay…well, I’ll be back I gotta run into town really quick.” 

“We’ll be here.” Robin called as Angeline walked towards town. 

~~~About fifteen minutes later~~~

Angeline returned with food in tow. She knew that Robin refused to take food from her, but she figured if she brought it that Robin and Sebastian wouldn’t let it go to waste. She couldn’t imagine how hungry either of them were; with all the farming she did she could put away a whole pizza easily, she imagined it was comparable to carpentry. 

“Robin, I’m back.” Angeline called as she made her way over to Robin and Sebastian. She figured she probably seemed pesty to the pair now but she didn’t really care at the moment. No one was going to pass out from a low blood sugar or something on her farm.

Robin looked up from her work. Her and Sebastian had put together a good amount of the coop together. Angeline wouldn’t be surprised if the two finished the coop within two days at the rate they were progressing. “I brought food.” Angeline said holding out a bag of food in front of her from Stardrop Saloon. 

“I thought I said we were fine?” Robin said as she was trying to hold back a grin as she curiously looked at the bag. 

“I know, which is why Gus insisted I take some spaghetti so you wouldn’t be able to refuse.” Angeline said proudly. She wanted to dare Robin to try and refuse her kind gesture now.  

Robin chuckled and stood up dusting off her knees. “I guess you got me.” 

“I also got some pizza if you don’t mind sharing with me, Sebastian.” Angeline said as she looked his way a bit anxious for his response. 

Sebastian nodded without returning Angeline’s gaze. Angeline couldn’t be positive but she swore she saw a ghost of a grin on Sebastian’s face. 

“Let’s take a break on the porch. I don’t have many places to sit in my cabin.” Angeline said slightly embarrassed, rubbing the back of her neck. The cabin was still a bit of a work in progress. 

“Sounds good, kid.” Robin said as she and Sebastian followed shortly behind. 

Once the trio were settled on the porch Angeline started to distribute the napkins and utensils. Robin took the container of spaghetti and Sebastian set the pizza box down so he and Angeline could pick at the pizza comfortably. Although the meal was somewhat forced upon Angeline’s guests she was happy to share a meal with others, it had been a long time since she last had company.

“You guys work fast.” Angeline said as she looked over the partially built coop. 

Robin smiled proudly. “Sebby and I are a good team. He’s been helping me since he was maybe sixteen, right hon?” 

Sebastian rolled his eyes at being called Sebby and cleared his throat. “I think so, our first project together was chairs for Sam’s parents or something.” That was the most Angeline had heard him speak since meeting him. It made her feel giddy almost. She couldn’t exactly place why, but she was so happy see him not so guarded.   

“That’s right!” Robin gasped. “We made a smaller chair for a toddler and that was Jodi and Kent’s way of telling Sam that he was going to be a big brother, isn’t that cute?” 

Angeline nodded and smiled. She swallowed her pizza and crossed her legs to sit more comfortably. “That’s really sweet. How did Sam react?” 

Sebastian snorted at the question. “He was like, ‘Dude, I think you guys made this chair too small.’ It took him a few days to put it all together.” 

Robin rolled her eyes but smiled. “Sam is a sweetheart, but sometimes he’s slow on the uptake.” 

“I’m telling.” Sebastian teased.  

Robin lightly slapped Sebastian’s thigh. “You better not.” 

Angeline giggled. “I didn’t take you for a snitch, Sebastian.” 

Sebastian gave Angeline a shrug. “I am when it suits me.” He actually spoke to her directly. Angeline couldn’t believe it. She hoped her excitement wasn’t completely obvious.  

“And what does that mean?” Robin asked as she looked at her son with a grin. 

The three continued to talk like this for what felt like hours. Unfortunately, it caused some work setbacks for Angeline as well as Robin and Sebastian, but it felt worth it. Angeline felt overjoyed that Sebastian actually said more than three words to her since she'd known him. She found him to be actually just as personable as Sam and Abigail, just a bit guarded at first. 

Sebastian and Robin’s relationship was actually quite sweet, it made her a bit jealous if she were being honest. They seemed close and it definitely showed when they interacted together. Angeline found herself looking at Robin as somewhat of a motherly figure the way she doted on her, she kept insisting that Angeline join them for dinner some nights since she was still without a kitchen. It made her feel less alone than she did when she originally came to the Valley. She felt a warmth in her chest that she hadn’t felt for a long time and it was thanks to people that she had only known for a week. 

She couldn’t imagine herself going back to Zuzu ever again. The Valley felt more like home that the city ever did.

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A Flower by Any other name. - Chapter Six: Memories don’t sing, they just scream in tune.

A.N: I am sorry this took so long, I have entirely too many excuses, but anyways, this might just be one of my favorite chapters so far, and uh, kudos to Jester, because they are the only reason I managed to end my writer's block, enjoy.

Reminder: Aster uses he/him pronouns!! You can exchange his name if you want and i won’t mind, and also this isn’t beta’d at all because I have no friends in the LOZ fandom that I would ask to beta this thing.

Disclaimer: I don’t own The legend of zelda (gods I wish), the linked universe au or any of the franchises and works I may reference in this fic, this is a work for fans by fans and all credits go to the respective owners.

Summary: A compilation of moments saved into permanent memories in the upcoming weeks towards Aster's seventeenth birthday and the upcoming fall of hyrule.

Word Count: 2250

Warnings: Implied death at the end of the chapter.

“You know you are not immortal right?” 

Aster received nothing but a slightly pained ‘hm’ as he tightened the bandages around Link’s arm, the gauze underneath undoubtedly already carrying red spots from covering up the hero’s wound.

In truth, Aster actually felt a bit guilty, it had been his idea to go out that day to check out the surrounding areas to what soon would house the woodland stable, He was curious, in all sixteen and some years of life he’d been in Hyrule he’d never really been allowed as much freedom to explore the land as he was now.

It was just also very unfortunate that where both of them went trouble followed.

“That should do it for now, but you should be more careful Hero,” Aster said as he put away the handy little first aid kit back on his bag, “as of lately, monsters keep growing stronger, and if you keep fighting recklessly then soon there’ll be no one to fight them anymore.”

Well, not that Link being careful would change things much, Aster thought while looking at the hero rise to stand by his side, looking at the scenery beyond the cliff while Aster himself could only look backwards to the many monster corpses,

Still, I’d rather see him healthy for now

“Come on hero, let’s keep moving”

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If there was ever something Aster was thankful for in his old life, was that, the climate was at least forecasted, in Hyrule however, there was no such guarantee, and while Deya village was certainly close enough to walk any other day, it was still a slippery way down and apparently Link was not planning on letting him anywhere close enough to the path to continue. 

Although, it wasn’t like it was a bad situation or anything, it just brought Aster sense of deja-vu to see Link train with the sword while he was kept mostly dry under a tree, he remembered this location of course, Deya Lake and the Hylia River, with the two weird looking statues under a big tree, it had been one of his favorite places to take pictures in-game.

And, if he remembered correctly, it had also been the place of one of the memories Link would eventually obtain.

Even now, if he looked long enough at Link he could see the visage of the lonely hero a century later, a burned scarred one with long hair he had patiently modded into the game so that he looked accurate to a comic he was reading at the time, Aster wondered sometimes if Link would look like that when he was brought back from the shrine, or if he’d be a perfect reflection of the blank canvas of the original game model.

Looking at Link did also bring more things to his mind though, like how the sword almost shone under the darkness of the cloudy day, or even how the rehearsed steps he made now out of practice would one day become instinct.

“It’s a funny thing, isn’t it? Fate,” he spoke to rain, though it might have been at Link, who was admittedly keeping an ear open to the prince, “Do you ever think about it hero? To be born with a duty we supposedly did, destined to fight a great calamity that might otherwise destroy our very world.”

Aster wouldn’t have noticed it, but he spoke in a knowing tone, like every single one of his words had already happened, it had to him at least, but Link did, he had begun to notice many things nowadays, enough to stop his training to fully listen.

The prince didn’t look back at him, face half hidden in his knees, looking to the distance, “Have you ever wondered Link,” he began the question, not noticing how easily the name had slipped from his mouth after years without saying it “What would it be like to someone else? To be a cook, or a gardener, an artist, being able to live out our lives without having to worry about fate or destiny? Knowing that our biggest struggle is deciding what to have for dinner.”

Aster’s tone spoke of longing, he’d once had it all, a peaceful life, a caring family, a perfectly placed workplace to go to in the mornings, even a pair of dogs to keep him company in the colder days, and now, now he was a prince, blessed with a castle and riches that weren’t his and in a body that didn’t belong to him, fated to lose everyone he had grown endeared with in exchange of keeping the darkness this world was cursed with at bay.

Link, for his part, had looked at Aster when he’d fallen silent, finding the prince to be barely containing tears and holding himself into a small ball, almost like a snail trying to hide in its shell.

But he said nothing, and simply put a cloak over the prince before looking back into the sky.

The rain didn’t seem to be ending any time soon.

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For what it was worth, Aster was impressed by the guardians, sure his context for them was as enemies rather than allies and he knew full well it was a matter of time before everyone else realized that.

In the meantime however, he is willing to just stare sadly at the scientists taking care of the machines while he passes by the bridge overseeing the testing area, of all the people in the castle, Aster has no doubt these were, no, rather, they will be the first casualties, and he can do barely more than mourn them in life, the same way he mourns the champions. 

And if the way Link suddenly rushes them both to the other door is any hint, perhaps, someone else has started to feel the ghost of the future too.

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He prays that night, in a storage room turned temple that people often use for worship of the goddesses,  in his past life he could almost call it a small scale church like the one his grandparents too him to when they visited them as a child, this one doesn’t have stained glass or statues of saints with badly done paint.

There is however, in the far corner of the room, a statue of the goddess, it looks like all the others, but he’s not picky, and lately, he’d been coming much more often than before, kneeling in the dark of the night as Link waits outside of the door.

It stares at him, first in the way everyone feels stared at in museums by paintings and statues, and then in a way that can only be defined as expecting, he stares back in his kneeling position, he knows she’ll listen, but the gaze still feels judgemental regardless.

He prays that night for all the people that will be lost in the weeks that follow, for all that may survive but find no home to take them in, he prays for a soldier in Hateno who will never return, even for the champion who despite their best efforts have managed to worm themselves further into his heart, ultimately he prays for a small family in Deya that will lose a brother and a kingdom in one fell swoop less than a month from now.

But he whispers his prayers and by the time Link escorts him back to his room, he remains none the wiser to the fate of his family, much to the guilt of the prince by his side that can almost feel the gaze of the goddess on his back.

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Not for the first time Aster was found in the garden, indeed it would be more rare if Link didn’t find him there nowadays, caring for plants and books, it was tradition almost.

But, it was different this time, if not for the guard, certainly for the prince, this might not be the first time in the garden reminiscing of the dead queen Zelda while caring for her rose bushes, but it would certainly be the last.

There was no hope in Aster’s mind, nor heart, that one day he would come back to this self-sacred place, a hundred years from now it would all have fallen away, to rot, rust, age or malice, leaving nothing but memories of a beautiful garden behind.

But that didn’t mean all had to disappear, not completely, memories would last him long but not others, in their stead, the tiny metal box in his lap would carry them, tiny bags of seeds and dried flowers, leaves, even roots, rocks that he’d studied and the notebooks carrying his investigations, small bottles tagged with poisonous names and descriptions, even letters made their way in.

A hundred years from now all the people who had aided his studies would be dead and gone, the memories of their lives all but erased from history, so it fell to him instead to make sure that one day their words and thoughts came back out of the dirt like the plants they studied.

And it fell to him that the world knew just how beautiful his mother’s roses had been.

Aster left the garden that night, a metal box on his knight’s arms ready to be packed away with the rest of his things for the pilgrimage to mt lanayru, a week long trip that at the end of the king hoped to announce him properly as having finished his studies of faith and open his first season of marriage candidacy.

A true pity of a plan, because as fate would come to be, Aster never set foot on the garden, nor the proper palace again in the king’s lifetime.

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It’s not as far now, than it used to be, Mt Lanaryu looms on the distance by the time they decide to take a break, more for the horses than for him or Link, there is a fountain nearby and plenty of shadow in the meantime, less than a proper week from now, they’ll be up in the mountain and barely hours after that the calamity will come down.

And, it would be a lie to say that Aster hasn’t begun mourning already, even now, in the peace of the night he cannot mutter anything less than a brief “thanks” when Link serves him a bowl of stew, it’s warm, and flavorful, absolutely delicious and yet he cannot enjoy it properly.

Link notices, he knows Link notices, but he can’t help the sobs that escape him later on in his bedroll, in the end, even after almost two years of close to no contact beyond that of a knight and a prince, Link had been there to hold him through the silent crying that shook him that night, with no question asked that night nor the morning after.

Even in the early afternoon he remained quiet while the horses were packed back up, not even once questioning the fact the prince had buried a small box under the earth close to the statue, much deeper than anything that was meant to be found, for preservation.

And if Aster looked even more mournful by the time they left than when they arrived, well, Link didn’t question it either beyond offering a handkerchief and moving just a bit faster with epona to give the prince a chance to gain his composure back.

It would only take four more days to get to the mountain, and less than one to make camp. The morning after it, the prince woke up aged 17 rather than 16, and he climbed before the sun even came out, and there they stayed, 18 hours to the minute.

By the time they climbed back down, ceremonial robes instead of his daily clothes, Aster looked nothing short of sorrowful to the champions, even Link seemed on edge by his side, and though the champions had tried their best to reassure them, for they had assumed the pilgrimage had been of no use.

In return, Aster looks at them, the four champions in front of him, and with specks of gold against his blue eyes, he apologizes, there, in that clearing in front of the mountain and close to the sunset, Aster’s words are echoed by the sound of faraway rumbling that interrupts the confusion the champions felt towards his words.

But it’s too late now, even from a distance, they can all see how Hyrule Castle falls to the calamity, how the beast awakens and rises from the shadows that envelope the once home of the royal family, and soon prison of the prince besides them, in the meantime, Aster looks at their faces instead as they turn back to him to hurriedly say their goodbyes before rushing towards the divine beasts.

And as Link takes his hand and rushes them to the horses only to find they’ve run away, all they can think of is the fact this is the last time he’ll ever see the champions' faces.

Not even an hour after nightfall they see it, the lights on the divine beasts flash on the distance in a pattern they can only recognize as SOS before they are overtaken with utter and complete malice pink, Ruta goes down first, and after Rudania is soon to follow, Nabooris lasts only a few minutes longer, and in the end Medoh is the last to fall, the light pattern almost rushed to finish before the pink overtakes it.

Hyrule has fallen.

[jedi-lothwolf]

AI-less Whumptober Day 9: Scar Reveal

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Summary: After a fight Adrien is left to try and hide a nasty laceration that later becomes a scar.

    Adrien looked at the giant gash in his arm. "Hate to tell you but that's gonna scar, kid" Plagg flew in front of him.

    "Tis but a scratch." He looked at the laceration. It went from the middle of the back of his hand to his elbow. Blood flower down his arm. It dripped onto the floor. After a moment of shock, Adrian ran to his bathroom and grabbed a towel. He slammed it down onto his arm.

    "Can you grab the disinfectant from the cabinet?" He asked, shacking.

    "Didn't think it was that bad, did you?" He said as he grabbed the bottle from the medicine cabinet.

    "No." He kept his left arm on top of his right. The pressure hurt but it was better than passing out.

    When Adrien Adrien removed the towel Plagg hissed. "You might need to get that professional taken care of."

    "I can't." He rushed out of the room and scoured his room trying to find the small sewing kit that Marinette had given him.

    "Found it!" He stumbled back to the bathroom and placed the kit down quickly.

    As he opened it Plagg opened his mouth. "That's not safe" he said.

    "I know. He grabbed the disinfectant spray and sprayed down the needle as well as the thread. Before Plagg could stop him, the needle was in his skin.

    The boy cried as he sewed up his arm. It hurt more than he thought it would. Plagg stayed by his side until he finished.

    The only thread Adrien had was black. It stuck out against his pale skin. He cleaned up the outside of the wound, hiding the towel under his skin. He'd get rid of it later.

    Adrien looked at his handy work. "It could be worse." He grabbed the bandages from the cabinet and wrapped his arm in them.

    "True, you could be dead." He joked.

    The hero moved to his bed. He laid down and fell asleep.

    School was interesting. For the first week, Adrien felt like he hit his arm on everything. He tried to find ways out of gym.

    His friends noticed and tried to make his life just a little easier. Nino kept grabbing his bag before he could and taking it to his next class. It made him smile. Marinette made him some baked goods almost everyday.

    As Cat Noir, Plagg changed his suit to keep the skin tight aspect from hurting him. Instead it was like a loser fitting turtleneck with green accents. When Ladybug asked he just said he was just cold.

    Taking the stitches out hurt. He wasn't sure how so Adrien just cut the strings and pulled them out. After that he rewrapped his arm and hand. Slowly it started to heal to a point he didn't need to wrap it.

    Nathalie wanted to ask why the teen kept getting tea tree oil but decided it had to be some popular new skin care trend. Why would she complain about him having a skin care routine?

    As the weather started to warm up, his friends started to notice the long sleeves and gloves more. They weren't sure how to approach him. He couldn't just be cold anymore. They were concerned about him.

    When Adrien finally took off the gloves he had to get used to covering his hand in foundation and setting spray. He knew eventually the scar wouldn't be as intense.

    The jacket stayed. Nino decided he needed to know. What if he'd been hurt? What if he'd been hiring himself? Whatever it was, he needed to know.

   "Hey Adrien, meet me in the boiler room?" He nudged him.

    "Sure. When?"

    "Now's fine. It is lunch after all!" He grabbed his hand and dragged him to the boiler room.

    "So, what do you need?" Adrien asked confused but sweetly.

    "Is everything okay man?" He asked. "if you need to talk about something -"

    "Yeah everything's fine! What made you think that it wasn't?" He said nervously.

    "It's just that, you've been wearing the jacket for a bit and it's starting to get to a point where it's definitely too hot for that."

    Adrien looked away. "Yeah everything's fine. How about we go get lunch.?"

    "Yeah, let's do that." As Adrien started walking, Nino pulled on the back of the jacket pulling it off. Alya and Marinette came out from their hiding places. It seemed cruel, what they were doing, but in their eyes it had to be done.

    Adrien just stared at them. "What the heck?" He shouted. He tried to hide the large scar that stained his arm.

    This couldn't be happening. What if they realized where it had come from? He'd have to give up his place as Cat Noir. A world without being a hero seemed to feel like a trap. His breath caught just thinking about it.

    "Woah" Nino said, staring.

    "How did you-?" Alya asked.

    "I don't- I don't want to talk about it."

    The scar was long. Beside the almost straight line were smaller dots.

    Marinette thought the wound looked familiar but didn't think too hard about it. "I'm so sorry Adrien, we should have just left you alone."

    "Yeah, we're sorry." Alya grabbed the jacket from Nino and handed it to him.

    "We just wanted to make sure you were okay." Nino looked down.

    "I'm fine. I'd be a lot better if you hadn't done that." He sighed, "just don't tell anyone. Please."

    Nino and Alya nodded. "we promise." Marinette looked at him, "is there anything we can do to make it up to you?"

    "Just please don't mention it."

    "You know there's no shame in a scar right?" Nino said, leaning the group out of the boiler room.

    "I know I just don't want people to say anything." Adrien sighed. "it's just easier this way." He slipped the jacket back over his shoulders.

    "Maybe you'll be able to take that jacket off soon. It's not their business anyway." Alya opened the door, holding it for them.

    Adrien thought about that night. Only the villain had been there and Ladybug was a no show. "You know what, it'll be fine." He brought the jacket into his hands.

    "If you're sure." Nino led them back to the cafeteria. All eyes were on him as soon as he entered the room. People came up to him to question what had happened but he danced around the answer. They would get an answer out of him at some point. If not the kids at school, the press.

    It didn't take long before it was on social media. Adrien watched as his ride appeared and sighed. His father's reaction was the one he feared the most. But it didn't matter, it would come eventually. So when he entered the car after saying goodbye to his friends, he just sighed. "Let's get this over with."

[aly-writes]

Hi! Saw that request were open! If it’s alright can I request for Niragi and chishiya with a s/o who has anxiety/ panic attacks and how they would comfort her? Please🙏 thank you!

hello sweet anon, i would be happy to write this for you<3 i've struggled with this problem in my past and know how difficult it is. writing this was a bit of a comforting thing for me, thank you so much for requesting it :) did the same type of formatting for this one as i did for the confession requests, hope you don't mind

as a disclaimer: everyone experiences anxiety/panic attacks differently. everyone has different triggers, different symptoms, and different ways of coping. i wrote this based off of my own experience because it's what i know best, but it may not be completely accurate to each individual reader.

warnings: descriptions of panic attacks, hurt/comfort

chishiya and niragi comforting an s/o who experiences panic attacks

chishiya shuntaro

chishiya is a medical student. while it was never required to learn how to take care of those with mental issues, he figured that it was a good subject to learn about.

he's aware of what panic attacks are, and most importantly, he's aware of the symptoms.

your sudden trembling, the shaky gasps of breath, and the beads of sweat running down your face.

it didn't take a genius to know what was wrong. but his knowledge on the subject sure came in handy when it came to helping you.

most of the time, you experienced your attacks in silence.

you were normally in an area that gave you an easy escape to calm yourself down, and sometimes, you were alone in your room.

the time it took to de-escalate the attack ranged from five minutes to more than thirty. it depended on how bad it was and how quick you decided to take care of it.

in other words—you tried not to experience this in front of other people. it embarrassed you, in a sense. you didn't like others seeing you this vulnerable.

unfortunately for you, your anxiety got the best of you sometimes. the first time you had a panic attack in front of chishiya was during a game, and there was no escape for you to run off to.

you weren't quite sure what set it off. it's not like it was your first game. you had felt the dread of being in life or death situations before, so why now?

the game was only five minutes in. you were about to solve one of the puzzles provided to you, and then you felt it. that intense feeling of doom.

chishiya was next to you and working on the same puzzle. he hadn't noticed anything wrong until he heard the sound of your heavy breaths.

the sudden noise caught his attention, and the moment he saw you, he knew something was wrong. you were shaky and your breathing pattern was irregular.

after a very quick evaluation, he concluded that it could be many things, but the most likely option was simple: you were having a panic attack.

despite how observant chishiya is, he was never aware of you experiencing this. this was his first time seeing you in such a state.

he wasn't sure how to help you. did physical touch help you best? or was it encouraging words? did you need to be in a more comfortable place?

there were too many options for him to think about. so, he thought as quickly as possible and ultimately went with the safest one.

repeatedly telling you to breathe while making direct eye contact, as well as engaging in light conversation.

if he were in any other place that wasn't a game, he would've treated you with more care, but there was a time limit on top of your heads, so he had to move quickly.

once he saw you were grounded enough to keep playing, he gave you a quick once over and continued the game.

later that night he discussed it with you briefly. he asked you the best ways to help you and that was that.

chishiya is a bit... awkward with love. he's never cared much for others before you, so he's still getting used to it. while his approach may seem brazen and cold, he has good intentions behind it.

your next experience occurred later on.

by this point, you were well aware that chishiya wouldn't mind helping you out.

hatter had just found traitors in his midst. he called a meeting for all the members of the beach. you all gathered in the commons area, awaiting his arrival.

you stood next to chishiya and kuina in the back. when hatter arrived, you let out a quiet gasp.

he was covered in blood, head to toe. it was then that he announced the new rule of the beach—death to the traitors.

an impending sense of danger washed over you like a tidal wave. at first, you found that oxygen was no longer entering your lungs. your breathing cycle had come to a complete stop. nothing going in, nothing going out.

it was only seconds later that this process flipped around quickly. it seemed like all the air in your body exited at once, leaving you breathless and scared. you tried to gasp in any oxygen you could get, but there was an issue.

the room was crowded. people were stealing your air, it was too stuffy. of course, logically you knew that this was not possible in a room with multiple airways. but emotionally, this was what you concluded.

the next thing you could consciously feel was your face go numb. all that was left was a slight tingling sensation. breathing seemed as if it was getting harder and harder. you couldn't feel your face, and you couldn't feel your lungs. it was all too much.

your body started to shake. your vision was getting blurry.

"y/n."

his smooth voice reached your ears. your eyes darted towards his face, tears pricking the edges. his features softened. not enough for anybody else to notice, but enough for you to see. he gingerly grabbed your hand, leading you away from the crowd.

once you were a safe distance away, he lifted his free hand up to your chin. gently grabbing it, he guided your line of sight over to his face and let go.

"breathe with me. okay?" his voice came out quietly, careful not to overwhelm your senses even more.

you nodded. at least, you think you nodded. your trembling body combined with your tense muscles made it seem like your nod had dissipated into nothing at all.

"breathe in," he said, taking a deep breath in. you followed his actions, finding it a bit difficult due to the hiccups that were escaping your lips. he held the breath for a few seconds, eventually speaking up once more. "breathe out."

you synchronized your breathing with him, slowly letting the air out of your lungs. after doing this repeatedly many times, you finally felt your breathing even itself out again.

the weight that he made a home in the middle of your chest had travelled off to somewhere far, and all that was left was you and chishiya. you felt tired, the harsh effects of your panic finally taking effect on the rest of your body.

"you okay?" chishiya questioned, his hold on your hand still as gentle as before.

you squeezed it in affirmation and gave him a small smile.

overall...

chishiya is a greater help than you would imagine him to be.

once he knows the best way to help you, he'll make sure to provide you with it if possible.

niragi suguru

call me crazy, but i imagine pre-borderland niragi has some experience with panic attacks.

they might not have been intense, but a life filled with running away from bullies, fearing what they would do to you next...

it can be pretty mentally damaging.

one thing he never learned was how to deal with them. most of the time, he would sweep them under the rug and forget that they ever happened.

niragi during the borderland era is a bit different.

he's shut off any emotions that could be deemed as 'sensitive' entirely.

the closest thing to this is his love for you, but even then, he shows it more aggressively than your average boyfriend.

while he still understands what can cause panic attacks and what it feels like to go through them, he is utterly clueless on how to make them die down.

you hadn't experienced a panic attack in front of niragi before. in fact, you were slightly scared to do so.

though it was nothing to be ashamed of, the mere thought of letting niragi see you like that humiliated you.

more often than not, your panic attacks weren't too intense. they were difficult to deal with, sure, but you were normally able to get them under control in a reasonable amount of time.

when you had them, they occurred in front of random members of the beach that probably wouldn't remember the event by sunrise.

niragi knew that occasionally you got anxious. he was an asshole, but he had enough common sense to observe his lover in times of distress.

he never saw it get bad though. he thought that you could handle it on your own, so he never talked to you about it. he thought that it might have been a bit of an awkward conversation if he did.

he let it be and trusted that if you needed him, you would seek his protection.

he was only made aware of how bad it truly was when he spent a night with you in the club.

the militants had the day off, so he decided that there was no better way to spend it than being with you.

you had been particularly clingy that night, but he didn't mind.

niragi left for a moment to grab a drink for both you and himself. he was gone for just one second, and when he came back, he was quite shocked at what he saw.

your throat felt as if it was swelling up. you weren't sure what triggered it this time, but you assumed it was the mass amounts of people practically trampling over each other. the loud music that was blaring through your ears with each passing second didn't help.

you could feel your heartbeat in your head. it was as if you had lost all control over yourself. your emotions, your breathing, the circulation of your blood.

you felt like you were dying.

your chest hurt. was your heart even beating anymore? you lifted a hand up to grab at your shirt. you needed to feel something, to ground yourself with something. even if it was something as simple as a shirt.

the next few seconds went by faster than you realized. before you knew it, niragi was next to you. he grabbed your free hand and looked around. he hadn't even said a word to you.

in no time at all, you were being led through the crowd. you could hear your boyfriend in front of you. he was shouting at anybody who dared get in his way, cursing them out and shoving them to the side.

only a minute or so later, you were outside of the stuffy room and in an empty hallway. niragi had pulled you to his chest and was continuing to walk around. you weren't sure where he was going. your eyes were squeezed tight and buried into his chest.

your steps were sloppy but it didn't matter—he was doing most of the work for you. when the movement stopped and you opened your eyes, you were met with a glass of water in front of you.

niragi lifted it up to your face, gently grabbing your chin. he tilted the glass of water against your lips. you felt the cold liquid dribble down your throat, and your chest felt a little lighter.

"what else do you need?" he questioned. you found yourself looking up into his eyes. when your eyes made contact with his, warmth spread across your chest.

you didn't respond, only bringing yourself closer to him by wrapping your arms around his torso. he went along and enveloped you in the hug, keeping you safe in his arms until you had calmed down.

overall...

niragi definitely isn't as gentle as chishiya, but he'll do what he can for you.

his ways may come off as more rough and aggressive, but it's all in good intent.

he really doesn't know how to comfort people, so he's trying his best for you.

[imlonelyalt]

꒰ ➼ ❝ helping hand. ❞ ꒱

monty (gator) x reader

warnings : swearing, anger issues, violent behaviour (not directed to reader.), slightly angst to fluff.

a/n :: whew. haven’t posted in a bit. this wasn’t a request but i felt like i needed to put something out there for fnaf. i’ve been debating doing this, but i’m going to open my requests back up again. i’m so sorry for not having enough motivation lately.

ALSO I FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO ADD READ MORE ON MOBILE LMAO

montgomery gator was not a weak soul.

a superficial ai that was created with the intention of entertaining children, and yet became so much more. some of the staff members had laughed once the change had occurred, calling the robots the ‘beginning of the end’. but with humanity came emotions; fear, resentment, happiness, jealously,

anger.

what was once a joke became a constant nag, staff always having to rush out and contain the ‘beast’ as he went on a violent rampage, destroying the company resources without remorse. you had found yourself wrapped up in a job you didn’t realize you would so badly regret taking because of your experience with the job and pay. as a mechanic, you saw the job and took it. they were animatronics designed for kids, so surely they couldn’t be bad, right?

you had eaten your words once you had begun your first shift. part of you wondered why they had approved of this, and let the behaviour get so aggressive, but then you found yourself thinking about how monty could easily overpower most of the staff members working. you found yourself dreading coming into work, because you weren’t stupid. you had heard the rumours of what monty had done in the past, the malfunctions — and you don’t want to think about what the crashes and thuds were the time you had ventured past the rockstars room on the way out of the plex.

but at the end of the day, you were only the emergency mechanic that was set off the work once there had been a mishap or ‘situations’, the boss had called them, not wanting to address monty’s clear issues. so, for the times where you weren’t busy, (which was most of the time, thank the stars,) you sat at your desk, flicking pencils around and googling the newest outfit or game. time was slow, the days were long and you had to admit you looked forward to working on the animatronics.

your coworker peeked their head in, hair in messy strands and uniform ruffled. their hands were shaking as they brought your attention away from your monitor. there wasn’t really any need for communication, (though you doubted the troubled man would create much conversation with you in such a state, anyway) you had groaned and turned off your monitor, getting up. ‘who is it?’ you questioned, quickly grabbing the handy toolkit you seemed to always have on you.

‘monty.’ he looked disoriented and shifted his gaze as you groaned, heading in the direction of the stars room. muttering a ‘be careful’ you barely heard, the man had scurried in the other direction. you had to pause, breathing in and out to soothe yourself before slowly creaking the door open. the lights in montys room were hanging in there, flickering and making you squint. you nearly shut the door and locked it tight as his familiar tall build rose from his past hunched over position.

‘for the last fucking time, i don’t want your —‘ his voice came out first as a low, deep growl, rising gradually towards a yell before he paused at the sight of you once he had turned around. his claws had stopped flexing, his shoulders slumping as he dropped back onto his (half-broken) cushioned seat, it creaking and curving beneath the animatronics weight. you cringed at the sound, leaving the toolbox in front of his mirror. after a quick scan of his body, you realized that he wasn’t really damaged. shying away from his gaze as he stared at you, (if he really was, you couldn’t tell — his glasses fogged up on the opposite side.) trying to find a seat to make yourself comfortable.

‘so.’ you drawled, noticing that monty was beginning to get impatient with the way his claws flexed into the soft furniture, sinking into the texture with ease. ‘what happened?’ you fumbled on your words, monty looking away with distaste on the topic.

‘some kid was messing around.’ rolling his eyes, he elaborated. ‘beatin’ me with his golf stick.’ he muttered, and thought you feared the answer, you urged him to continue. ‘so i broke the little rascals golf stick.’ he had heard your sigh of relief, and bared his teeth. ‘what? i’m not a monster!’ he exclaimed, getting up in a fit. flinching, you had dodged his gaze and shrunk your posture. monty had to turn away from you, looking at himself in the mirror before sighing. if you weren’t so shaken up, you would’ve laughed at how his fists were shaking, gritting his teeth before he uttered out,

‘i’m.. sorry.’ his voice twisted, almost in agony and if someone had told you that he was in pain, you would have believed them with the way he seemed almost defeated he let himself apologise to someone. you were almost flattered that he had apologised in the first place. it wasn’t an often sight to anybody, most of the staff members not even knowing that he had the function to apologise. choosing not to dwell on the subject (knowing fully well he would deny it later, and kick you out of his room for even bringing it up a second layer), you picked up one of the thrown over chairs and sat down.

monty grunted in response. ‘are you just gonna hang around like a stress ball for me, or what?’ he finally met your eye once more, staring at you expectantly through his glasses.

stepping on eggshells was the perfect way to explain conversations with monty. constantly avoiding the sensitive topics and maintaining his behaviour was exhausting to others. it became second nature to the rare people who had ever gotten closer to him :: you could only imagine the struggle the other band members had to go through on daily.

yes, your relationship with monty was complicated. his behaviour shifted constantly, you were unaware of the days where he would consider you a friend, and on the others; a bother. so you only talked to him when you felt as though he was ready to talk.

you longed to talk to him more. you were almost disgusted once you had figured out that the queasy feeling in your stomach wasn’t just from the fear of being turned into pulp by his hands. an animatronic, you had repeated to yourself constantly that day, in disbelief that you were interested in him of all people out there in the world, if you could even consider him humane.

‘monty,’ you shifted your weight uncomfortably, searching for words. ‘i want to make sure you are okay. and im not just saying that because i know that it’s what you need. i do.’ you paused. ‘i wish you would tell me more.’ the gator shifted from disinterestedly picking at his teeth with one of his sharp claws to looking at you closely, searching you for anything, mostly out of doubt. giving up, he directed his gaze to the floor.

‘jeez. quit being so sentimental, yeah?’ he growled, though if you could capture a slither of amusement behind the sentence. you grinned; you were finally getting somewhere. you had almost forgotten the real reason you were there, but was there really one in the first place? he clearly was fine - but you were glad for the excuse to spend more time with the gator. you were about to come closer to him before the announcement rung in the speakers, loud and clear ::

‘hello, superstars! there is 15 minutes before closing time, so make sure to finish up your games and cash in your tickets soon! we hope you had a blast at the pizzaplex today, and the band can’t wait to see you again soon!’

you grimaced as you glanced at your watch, monty’s happiness deflating. ‘tomorrow?’ the words escaped your mouth before you had time to think about what you said. monty looked at you from over his glasses, a grin painted across his face.

‘tomorrow.’ he confirmed, placing a hand on your back as he guided you out. ‘and i promise, tomorrow will be a lot more fun for the both of us.’ chuckling, you didn’t have time to think about the true meaning of his speech as you rushed away.

[suyacho]

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dabi comes home to a surprise and takes care of it

also a thank you to @portfolio-of-dreams for beta reading this <3

WARNINGS: minors/ageless blogs dni - alpha!dabi - gn!reader - reader is in heat - a/b/o (my first time writing it so i apologize) - thigh riding - nicknames (bunny like a lot) - praise/degrading - pet play (collar + leash) - slight fake pity - 1,2k words - not my best im so sorry

“Come here bunny.” Dabi ordered, tapping on his lap, signing for you to come closer. It was almost like your body responded to his words automatically, he was your alpha after all.

You walked over to him with trembling legs and sat down on his lap, the bell of your collar ringing with each small movement. You grabbed the leash and held it out for him, looking into his eyes needily, hinting him to do something and all Dabi did was laugh.

He knew you were in heat, you had been for the past few days but Dabi still had to run some errands. That’s why he left you alone for a bit, not expecting to be met with you humping his pillow to get some release. It wasn’t like he minded though, in fact he absolutely loved his view, it went straight to his cock. 

Dabi absolutely loved it when you were in heat. He always took care of you in ways no one ever was able to do before, it fed into his ego. Especially knowing how good he made you feel and how you’d always go to him when you were needy.  He knew your body like the back of his hand and it came in handy at times like this.

Unlike Dabi you absolutely hated being in heat, it was the worst. You always got so vulnerable when it happened and you were sensitive for every single touch, you couldn’t get yourself off either so it only made it worse.

“Needy bunny, aren’t you?” Dabi taunted, grabbing the leash and wrapping it around his hand slightly. Pulling you closer, grinning deviously once you gasped. “Humping my pillow when I’m gone, can’t you wait for your alpha to come back?” he continued, pulling you closer to him and looking at his view.

You were in nothing but his shirt and he loved it, especially how it hung off your shoulder, showing off the marks he left there last night. “I-I just needed something.” you spoke for the first time since he had arrived, looking away from him in embarrassment. 

“Poor bunny that you are– Good thing I’m here now isn’t it?” Dabi asked and you nodded quickly, waiting for his next words. “Then how about you fuck yourself on my thigh? It shouldn’t be a problem with the way you were humping the pillow right?” he teased, making you look at him again.

“You’re embarrassing me.” you mumbled quietly, being met with his famous laughter. “Your reactions are cute bunny, don’t be too mad alright?” he pouted, fake pitying you as he pecked your lips softly. “Now go on, move.” he ordered, leaning back in the chair and loosening his grip on the leash. “O-Okay.” you answered hesitantly, placing your hands on his chest and slowly starting to move. 

A soft whimper left your lips once you felt the fabric of his jeans against your aching heat. You were so sensitive and Dabi knew that, that’s exactly why he made you do this. “Come on, you’re never gonna get a release like this.” Dabi spoke, watching you struggle on his thigh.

“But I can’t– “ you whined, only for Dabi to shake his head. “Na ah bunny, you can and you will.” he warned you, giving you a stern look and making you shiver a bit. You started to grind your heat against his thigh, biting your lips to hold back the moans.

“Such a bad bunny.” Dabi sighed in disapproval, grabbing onto your sides. “Holding back those pretty sounds for me– so dirty of you.” he continued, slowly guiding you on his thigh. Teasing you along the way so you didn’t get the release you wanted.

“ ‘m sorry Dabi.” you whined, slightly arching your back and continuing your movements just the way he guided you. “Shh enough of that pretty bunny, just keep going like that, you’re doing great.” Dabi praised you and that was all you needed before picking up the pace.

“M-More, I need more Dabi.” you begged, the way you rubbed against his thigh being far than enough to get the release you wanted. “Just after I praised you? Are you that needy?” he questioned and all you did was nod desperately, not really caring anymore.

“Can’t bully you too much in heat now can we?” Dabi murmured, stopping your movements. “I’ll be g-good.” you told him in hope to get what you want. “Get on the bed and wait on me, no touching yourself.” Dabi warned you, quickly starting to undress after and hover over you before you even realized.

“I’m gonna fuck you and you’re gonna take it alright?” Dabi asked, stroking his cock and cursing under his breath as he lined himself up with your begging heat. “Y-Yes Dabi.” you answered almost immediately, spreading your legs more for him.

“Good bunny.” he mumbled, slowly pushing in and watching your reactions. “T-Thank you.” you mumbled, adjusting yourself to his size and having tears build up in your eyes. Dabi was big no matter how many time’s you fucked yet it stiill was okay to him. He was confident in his length and skills, you enjoying everything he did only fed into his ego.

“More, please.” you whined, not being able to take his slow pace, not when your body was aching with need. “You want this cock that bad? I know you love it.” Dabi grinned, picking his pace up and grabbing the leash.

He pulled you closer to him, making you gasp as he fucked you harder. “Who’s bunny is this?” he asked sternly, tugging on the leash again, making you choke in shock from the sudden action.

“Y-Yours Dabi!” you moaned out, feeling him massage your insides, slowly losing yourself from the pleasure. He let go of the leash, letting your head drop onto the pillows again as he grabbed your sides for support, licking his lips at the sight.

“That’s a good bunny.” Dabi cooed, fucking into your heat with no mercy, groaning from the way you clamped down on him. Your moans were like music to his ears. He couldn’t wait to hear you come undone and with the way your body reacted, that wouldn’t take much longer.

“D-Dabi, I’m close.” you warned him, being embarrassed from how easily you were about to cum yet you didn’t care, not when you were in heat and your body was craving any touch from him.

“Yeah? Gonna cream on this cock and make me proud like the needy bunny you are?” Dabi spat and you nodded, moaning out his name after. All Dabi did was tighten his grip on your sides while he continued his rough movements, hitting that spot over and over as you got louder with each thrust.

“Y-Yes, please let me– “ you barely got out, bucking your hips up to meet his movements in the middle and breathing heavily from the pleasure and the way your body was burning up. “Go on, make me proud.” Dabi told you, never slowing his movements down.

You let out a choked out moan as you released all over his length, almost feeling like the air was knocked out of your body. It felt so good, you needed more.

“That’s it, just like that.” Dabi praised you, never slowing his movements down. 

It was going to be a long night and you knew that yet you couldn’t seem to care with the way your room got filled with the sounds of skin slapping against each other and your loud moans echoing.

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