catcze · 3 days ago
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#MULTI — The excuse he uses to hold your hand wc: 0.7 fluff, teasing, established relationship, hand holding !! — How's he gonna get out of this one?
Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!
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It catches you by surprise— where you had both just been walking along, enjoying the atmosphere, the touch of his fingers weaving between yours is something you hadn't been expecting.
It wasn't unwelcome, though. Far from it.
The tangent you had been rambling on about trails away like leaves in the wind as you blink down at the hand that gasps yours securely. Beside you, he carries on as if there were no such change, even having the gall to raise his eyebrow when he notices you falling silent.
"You were saying?" he asks, as if to prompt you back into your ramble, but you practically bulldoze over his faux nonchalance by squeezing his hand and waving it between you two.
"Oh, look at you, being so forward," you tease, swinging your hands back and forth. "I'm not at all complaining, but, well, I didn't think you'd be so bold."
He huffs at you a bit, eyes narrowed in an expression that you'd dare say is petulant. Maybe even flustered. The first thing out of his mouth is—
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"It looked like you wanted to hold hands. I'm just saving you the trouble of asking." He says, gaze not meeting your own, but hand still firmly holding yours. You have to fight back an amused smile.
When you teasingly try to let your hand slip out from his, relaxing your grip, his own immediately tightens. His narrowed, accusatory gaze snaps to yours so fast that for a second you worry he might injure his neck.
"Uh huh, you keep telling yourself that," you tease, sidling up close enough that you can nudge him with your shoulder.
It's cute, you think, how he immediately leans closer to you when you come near. Like he's not even aware he does it, like his body just wants to be closer to you. When he realizes what happened, there's a moment where his eyes widen— then his gaze is trained on the path in front, decidedly not making eye contact. Cute, you think again.
"i like holding hands with you, you know" you tell him tenderly, quietly— a sweet secret just between the two of you. You squeeze his hand and, unhesitatingly, he squeezes back. "I wouldn't mind doing it more often."
And oh, he hopes you don't notice the heat to his cheeks, and the darkening of the tips to his ears. Hopes you don't notice the quirk to the edges of his lips that he just. can't. keep. down. Hopes you don't make out how damn pleased he sounds when he says, "If that's what you want," knowing that it's exactly what he wants, too.
— Scaramouche / Wanderer, Xiao, Cyno, Boothill, Dr. Ratio, Alhaitham
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"Why? Am I not allowed to?" Comes his teasing response, making you roll your eyes.
"You know that's not what I meant," you grumble, playfully punching his arm, knowing that you did little to no actual damage. Still, he pretends to wince and rub the area you hit, grimacing.
"No need to get violent," he says, "You're hurting my feelings, love."
"You're awful," you tell him.
"And yet you've still yet to let go of my hand," he reminds you all-too-happily, raising said hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
At the gesture, a tingle runs up your spine and butterflies come to life in your stomach— you wonder if he can hear the frantic pulse in your wrist, if he can see the way you cover up how damn flustered you are with a scowl.
You hate hate hate the way he's turned the tables on you— how he's managed to turn what was supposed to be you teasing him into him turning you into a gooey mess yet again. And yet...
"Oh shut up and keep walking," you say in defeat, not able to look him in the eye. You might just combust on the spot if you do.
He sounds all too pleased as he lets your hands drop between you two, fingers still weaved together, swinging your joint hands easily to the breeze.
There's a smile to his voice when he says— "Whatever you say, beloved."
— Wriothesley, Jing Yuan, Argenti, Childe, Ayato, Kazuha, Lyney
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noisilyscreechingsong · 20 hours ago
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Disney princess Danny
It’s known that animals can sense death. Instances where pets gravitate to someone on their death bed and dogs barking at ghosts. Danny already knew this from before he half died, so he was expecting animals to rat him out with their sixth sense or become aggressive or cower from him. Instead, they all behaved the complete opposite than he anticipated.
Stray cats come running to rub against his legs, dogs nearly pull arms out of their owners sockets to get close to him, birds bring him trinkets, raccoons lead him to trash cans full of food, and even squirrels and rats get close to just sit on his shoulders. It’s… weird, but not unwelcome. He always loved animals.
Danny had come to semi-trust the animals that come to him. They know where the good food is and drinking water, they know when to steer away from a certain area right before something happens, and they always know when a person is bad or okay. So when an animal leads him somewhere, he follows. Sometimes they need help and he’s the one they go to. He’s helped plenty of raccoons out of garbage bins and cats out of gutters to have a good relationship with the animals of the streets.
What he isn’t expecting is to be led to Robin again and again.
The first time it was a cat. A mangy old Tom cat that rubbed against his torn up jeans and looked back with - Danny swears- a raised eyebrow. Danny follows and soon enough he finds himself standing a few paces away from Robin who is kneeling down to give clean water to the momma cat and her three kittens.
Robin freezes and so does Danny. They stare at each other.
“Um, hi?”
Robin straightens immediately, leaving the water on the ground where the cats can drink. Tom cat swaggers over to guard them.
“Civilian. Is there something I can assist you with?”
The dude is probably a year or two younger than Danny himself and he has to suppress a smile at the formal tone.
“Oh, uh, no? The cat just led me here.”
He can see Robin glance at the Tom cat who was now licking himself.
“Is that so?”
“Yea. Sorry to interrupt. Animals just like me for some reason.”
The three kittens one by one all totter over to him on unsteady legs after they had their fill. The orange one starts trying to climb his pant leg with its short and sharp claws digging into the jean material.
“They really like me.”
He carefully sits down crossed legged so the others could also climb all over him. Robin watches for a moment silently and when he sees Danny react well to the little pricks from tiny claws, he seems it safe enough to return to patrol.
The second time it’s a couple of rats that lure him away to find Robin fighting off more thugs than he probably should by himself. So taking the rats’ movements as encouragement, he takes the closest thing, a piece of plywood, and hit the nearest guy over the head with it. The guy crumbles like a wet sock and Danny is moving on to the next thug.
They sweep the floor with these guys with only a few splinters and a twisted ankle.
“It was dangerous to intervene,” Robin tells him. “I had it handled.”
“Yea, I know.”
The vigilante didn’t seem to be expecting that response from his stunned silence. He straightens as much as he can with bruised ribs.
“Well, I’m glad you know your mistake. Don’t let it happen again.”
Danny neither agrees nor disagrees, just shrugs and allow the rats to climb up his leg to his shoulder. Robin looks at them curiously. Danny gives a salute before leaving. Robin gives him a nod.
The third time it happened the roles are reversed.
Some people from the local gang are bullying the lonely, homeless teen to run drugs for them. They don’t seem to understand the word ‘no’. It gets to the point where Danny finds himself with his back against the wall and all his exits blocked with a guy shoving him again and again.
“Stop it!”
“I’ll stop if you agree.”
“I’m not doing it!”
Frank the raccoon and his buddy Bobby launch themselves at the guy’s ankles. The guy shrieks and pulls a gun.
“No!”
Before Danny can dive for it, a projectile comes out of nowhere to knock it out of his hands. He can’t even process what happened before the three are running away, two raccoons chattering at their heels before coming back to crowd him in worry.
Danny looks up to see Robin with a sword out threateningly, staring at where the three fled. He sheaths the sword after a few seconds.
“Are you okay?”
Danny realizes he’s breathing a little heavy and slows down a bit as he leans over to pet the top of the two heads.
“I’m- yea, I’m okay. Thanks for the save. Those guys were jerks.”
“I’m inclined to agree.”
Robin is staring at the raccoons and it takes Danny a long moment to piece things together.
“Did- did they lead you to me?”
Robin doesn’t answer right away.
“You have loyal friends.”
Danny smiles at the weird compliment. Looking down at the two heroes of the evening Danny is also inclined to agree.
The fourth time is funny in a way Danny doesn’t know how to describe.
It was the pigeons. They were at fault of course for how Robin’s secret identity was outed. By pigeons.
The grey birds swarmed Danny and settled in a cloud of feathers. One holding something in its beak before plopping it down in his lap like a golden retriever. It flaps off as Danny picks up the obvious wallet clip holding quite a bit of cash and a student ID. The card says Damian Wayne from Gotham Academy. Just then Robin comes skidding around the corner, clearly out of breath and freezes.
Danny looks down at the clip in his hand and back up at the vigilante. He looks at the crazy amount of birds around him and again at the vigilante.
Said vigilante straightens and approaches like he called Danny there.
“If I could have that so I could return it to its proper owner.”
He holds out a hand with false arrogance, but Danny can see the nervousness in his stance. Danny looks down one last time before putting the clip in the outstretched hand without a word.
Robin nods once, pockets the ID and money, and immediately leaves.
The fifth time just cements what Danny had already figured out.
He was at the park. Not Ivy’s park of course, the one where people actually like to go. He was helping the squirrels find and hide acorns when he’s nearly knocked over by a massive black dog.
“Titus!”
The end of the Great Dane’s leash is a familiar face. Damian Wayne’s eyes widen in recognition as he finally sees who Titus was so excited to get to.
“Uh-“
Danny has to close his mouth quickly or else the massive tongue on his face would have turned into a French kiss.
“Titus! Heel!”
Danny laughs at the embarrassed blush on the other’s face, obviously not used to his companion going off the rails like this.
“It’s alright. We both know how animals like me.”
Damian narrows his eyes to analyze the teen. Danny wasn’t about to pretend and Damian looked like he was debating whether to follow his lead or not. There was literally no one within hearing distance.
“Have you told anyone?”
Danny thought about redirecting, but thought better of it. He actually liked Robin and what he did.
“Nope. I haven’t and I won’t. I swear.”
Damian tilts his head and then looks down at Titus. He seems to come to a decision before looking back at Danny.
“You’re homeless, are you not?”
Didn’t think they were being that direct but sure.
“Yea?”
“I will pay you in food and shelter to take care of my animals.”
Danny blinks. Then actually considers the offer.
“What kind of animals? How many we talking?”
Damian grins.
The family finds out pretty quickly when a teen they’ve never seen before walks into the Batcave with two pails of food for the bats, Titus at his heels and Alfred the cat perched contently on his shoulders.
Duke stares and Bruce short circuits.
“Um, who are you?”
“Hi! I’m Danny. Damian employed me to take care of the animals.”
“O…kay?”
“And where is Damian?” Bruce sounds like it physically hurts to ask and Danny does not envy Damian’s position right now.
“Upstairs. I think he said he was going to his art studio.”
Bruce marches past the boy to the stairs before stopping abruptly and turning to Danny and Duke.
“Don’t touch anything. Watch him.”
Duke and Danny blink at each other for a moment as Bruce disappears up the stairs.
“I’m Duke by the way.”
Danny grins.
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tomahachi12 · 2 days ago
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What's the story behind your drone-sona? Since she has the Cabin Fever tag, I was curious what's the story behind her.
BUCKLE UP, IT'S A LONG ONE (some of this is headcanon crap, so not all info would be show accurate)
Toma (012) was a just regular worker drone working within the offices of the JCJenson Mining Facility.
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The area of the offices she worked in had drones split into small groups to complete larger projects. She was part of the group which included Nori (002), Yeva (048) and Alice (017) (I LOVE THEM LEAVE ME ALONE).
She was usually tasked with taking paperwork back and forth between her group to turn in or for them to work on, something she was.. pretty bad at.
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Because of Nori's shenanigans, their group often got in trouble with the humans.
At some point, Drones began to be selected from a lottery pool to be transferred to the lower levels of the facility. At first, the Humans would play this off as a "promotion" of sorts in order to keep the drones from becoming suspicious of their intentions and keep their minds at ease.
As time went on, the humans dropped the façade and the drones began to fear these selections, given that the chosen drones were never seen or heard from again after being selected.
Eventually, Toma's ID was drawn as the next to go. (she was chosen first out of their group, next was Alice, then Yeva and Nori was the last)
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Toma was taken down the Cabin Fever Labs to be used in the "Solver" experiments.
When she was infected with the Solver Program, it took her over instantly. She was quickly given an early version of the patch (1.5.8) before causing too much damage.
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The effect of the Solver's code on her body left her lethargic and forgetful. Since she was patched early, she cannot use the solver, but still suffers from it's effects; occasional possession, the need to consume oil, ect..
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Not being able to provide much information for their research, the humans mostly kept her bound in her locker. Sometimes they even forgot she was in there.
Before the core collapse, she was able to escape her chains and wondered around the mines for a minute before the eventual implosion.
She was blown out the facility and somehow managed to survive, not only the blast, but even the crash back down to the planet. Though it knocked her offline for a time, causing anyone that found her to think she was dead.
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RIP Toma lol
After she eventually woke up, she stayed put for a few months, hiding out in the outer buildings of the facility until she was found by another worker drone.
This drone invited Toma to join his colony, Outpost 9. She agreed and followed him to the base (wow Toma, ever heard of stranger danger gdamn..)
Toma was welcomed in this colony and she lived there for several years, learning how to live a life free from human-control. She was even able to pick up an old hobby she was never allowed to do back at the offices, drawing.
The nightmares gave her plenty to draw anyway.
Eventually, it all went to shit when the Murder Drones showed up, popped that base open like a soda can, and killed everyone inside.
Toma's solver kept her hidden long enough her to escape unnoticed. She needed somewhere to go and began to make her way toward the city she saw in the distance.
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( oh hi, Y )
It took a while but she made it to the City only to find, you guessed it, more Murder Drones. She somehow managed to dodge them as well and found her way to some very large doors that resembled the ones back at her old colony. She frantically banged on the doors, shouting for help as she Murder Drones closed in on her.
The doors suddenly cracked open and a hand reached out, grabbing hold of Toma's coat and pulled her inside before slamming shut again.
She was met by a group of drones all sitting around a table, seemingly playing cards. The drone that pulled her in helped her up to her feet. After checking if she was alright, he introduced himself as "Khan" the apparent leader of this colony. Outpost 3.
She was welcomed in` just as warmly as she was in her last colony, and settled in easily, but soon found this colony was quite.. different from her old one. There were.. "kids" running around, and "babies" and... "teenagers".. Some drones were even married.
She also found out that every adult drones had to contribute to their society as well, unless they were raising children. Everyone had a job, and Toma was expected to have one as well.
She decided to join the Worker Defense Force, mostly as "watchman". She was tasked with doing patrols around the colony, looking out for any potential problems or weak points that could cause a breach.
She was pretty bad at it since she kept falling asleep while on patrol or forgetting where she was suppose to be.
The others were very forgiving toward her, though, but they figured she needed a different job.
After taking note of her interest in art, she was given the job as the new Art Teacher for the school.
Now if only she could stop falling asleep in class..
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TL;DR/I only looked at the pretty pictures:
Toma was part of the Solver Experiments and now lives at Outpost 3 as the resident dumbass Art Teacher.
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gurugirl · 6 hours ago
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Says Who? | demonrry
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Summary: Y/n goes to an underground club and meets the devil and she'll never ever forget it.
A/N: Something filthy and fun for Halloween! Not really scary, mostly just a smutty thing!
Word Count: 3.1k
Warning: smut, filth, spitting, major MAJOR size kink, creampie, unprotected public sex, Harry's a demon (or maybe he's just a dick - you choose)
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Y/n could feel the base vibrating through to her marrow. The whole club was alive, a sticky hot sea of sweaty, dancing bodies, strobing lights, god-awful costumes.
She was less concerned about her white angel wings getting dirtied than she was about her drink getting something tossed into it. Some of the people making eye contact with her were… she didn’t know, but perhaps she’d keep her distance.
Though, as she looked down into her plastic cup, she realized it was all but pink melted ice. If she wanted something to worry about (other than her delicate white wings) she’d need a refill.
She figured she put a little too much effort into her costume. Her angel wings were made of real feathers and lace, lined with ribbing to make them look real, and her gauzy smock dress left little to the imagination for what she wore under. Of course, she doused herself in a healthy amount of soft shimmer and glitter and attempted to do the perfect winged liner –it wasn’t perfect, but it was pretty damn near close.
She'd gone alone to the club. A maybe not-so-smart move in retrospect, but still. She was there and she wanted to do something she'd never done before. Something outside of her comfort zone. Maybe even a little dangerous for once in her life.
The bar was packed with bodies, all lined up for a drink. Y/n waved her arm in the air, hoping to get the attention of the lone bartender. The poor guy was running his ass off and she could see sweat stains under his arms. It was rather stifling in the building.
Suddenly a very warm hand was pressed into her back, hot palm burning through the thin fabric of her dress down to her skin, “You don’t need another drink, Y/n.”
Turning to her right she saw a man with an imposing stature standing over her, his massive mitt cradling his own cup as he looked down at her, green irises practically glowing.
“Says who? I’ve only had one anyway. And how do you know my name?”
The grin that stretched over his face caught her off guard. He was handsome. She let her eyes wander from his broad shoulders up his neck and to the top of his head. He had thick dark waves with small pointed horns sticking out of the top just so. They looked real. The devil. How fitting a costume for a man who looked like that.
“Your name is printed on your cup,” he pointed. Y/n had forgotten that everyone was given a cup upon entry, their name scrawled across the smooth plastic, and told not to lose it. It was one of those underground club events and the cup was like your ticket to get in once you'd passed the initial pay-to-enter area.
She laughed and smiled, “Oh, I forgot,” she looked down at his cup again, noticing large rings adorning his thick fingers, “Harry.”
“What’s an angel doing in a place like this anyway?”
Another laugh puffed from behind her lips before she used her tongue to wet her parched mouth, “It’s a club. I don’t know. Saw an ad and it sounded fun. Why? Should I be worried?” Y/n bit her lip for effect. She wasn’t worried. But she did like this man’s vibe. He was flirty without being overt, his warm hand still sprawled along her back, face dangerously close.
“You should be worried. This is not a safe place, Y/n,” an evil smile worked its way over his features. He was teasing. Or maybe he wasn't.
She shrugged and looked up at him through her lashes before releasing her bottom lip, “But you’re here,” she looked back over her shoulder at the wild crowd behind them, “You gonna keep me safe from all the bad guys?”
“Is the angel asking the devil to watch over her tonight?” His grin grew lopsided, a dimple digging into his skin. God, he was attractive.
“Maybe. But you won’t let me get another drink so I don’t know…”
His eyes scraped over her face and down to her angel outfit, auditing, before he pushed into her back, moving her toward him closer. She watched him sit his cup down on the syrup-smeared bartop before his hand found her jaw, fingers digging into the soft part under her mandible, “Oh you’re parched, are you? Open up for me, angel.”
She felt her body swell and seethe in heat from his bold ask. But what else was she there for that night but to have a little fun with a stranger? So she parted her lips, slowly opening wider as he dipped over her frame and tilted her neck back until she felt the warm glob of saliva land on the tip of her tongue. She let out a pathetic moan when he licked over her lips, his spit moistening the dry skin like he was making sure she knew whose spit was sliding down her throat.
“Did you swallow for me?” He asked cooly as he kept her jaw in his hand.
Knocking her head up and down she kept her eyes on his and then suddenly she was being pulled away from the bar. He had an arm tucked around her waist, keeping her next to his warm frame until they’d moved into the shadowy edges of the club and he prodded her into a small space between a column and a metal air duct before he was pushing his hips and mouth against hers.
He tasted like autumn outdoors, hay, spit, burning leaves… Running her fingers into his hair she felt his hand on her hip, bunching at the sheer fabric until he was reaching into the thin wispy lace of the top of her white panties, palm gliding down her belly button until the pads of his fingers were pressed in a place she would normally never let a stranger touch. Especially not in public.
But it was Halloween, and this was what she’d been looking for. Something a little dangerous, a little crazy. This was the kind of place where one could get away with such iniquities.
Soon, the only thirst that remained was to feel more of him. To feel his hands, his fingers… He smoothed his tongue against hers as his middle finger rubbed tightly over her exposed clit after he'd torn the delicate fabric of her underwear. She was throbbing against him. Wetting his digits slowly until it was slippery and he could easily slide one and then two inside of her cunt.
“Love when I make angels wet. You’re just a good girl but this is exactly what you were looking for, wasn't it?”
She moaned and yanked his hair, hoping he’d put his lips back against hers. She loved his mouth, loved how he kissed her all dirty and raw.
“Yes…” She blinked up at him and then gasped when he shoved a third fat finger inside of her hole. It made her wobble forward into him, her cheek pressed into his solid chest. He fucked her just like that, on his fingers as he kept whispering into her ear, “Gonna change your life tonight angel. Show you what it feels like to really get off.”
Her mouth was wide open as he slid his fingers so deep she was certain nothing had ever gone in like that before. Not even Donny’s hard prick felt like that (what a disappointment he had been).
“Can’t even stand up straight and that’s just my fingers in there little girl. What are you gonna do when it’s my cock splitting you in half, hm?”
She groaned as he continued pumping his fingers through her gummy insides and she gripped onto his biceps so she didn't simply wither to the floor.
Y/n didn’t want anyone to see what was happening but it felt so good and she was so close. Already. The heel of his palm was bumping, sliding into her clit with every thrust of his wrist and she swore he was fucking into her to the beat of the bassy electronic music.
Her head began to spin and her ears were ringing, muffling the noise of the crowd and the music when she felt the delicious release of her orgasm.
Harry pushed her back into the wall quickly when he felt her shaking and with his free hand he held her face, smushing her cheeks with his thumb at one side and his pointer finger on the other, “Look at me when you come. Your orgasm belongs to me. Fuck that’s so pretty…”
She was stunned. It felt so good. Her body was writhing and being pushed and pulled at the hulking man’s direction. He guided her through it, plunging his fingers inside of her and dragging them over her slick spongy spot at the front of her wall. It was like he’d found a hidden switch within her insides and turned it on for her.
“You gonna keep being a good girl for me? Let me claim you and fuck an orgasm out of you on my cock this time? Want that, angel?”
Y/n’s rationale had gone out the window the moment he spit into her mouth and licked over her lips at the bar. So she nodded as he pulled his fingers from her cunt and brought all three, slimy, coated in her arousal, up to her lips, “Open up that thirsty little mouth. Suck.”
She wrapped her lips around his fingers and he pushed them past her comfortable gag spot as he made haste with his other hand, undoing his pants before pulling out his dick.
Harry removed his hand from her mouth and pulled at her neck, "Take a look. Think it'll feel nice and snug inside that tiny little angel pussy?"
Y/n shifted her eyes down to the hot engorged dick the man had brushing against her, his tip wide and ruddy against her labia. She inhaled, looking up at the man and then back down at the size of him, "It's… I don't know… It's so…" She bucked into him, feeling unsteady, her thighs still shaking.
"At least twice as big as what you've played with before. I know. But you get used to it. Come to love it. The way it plugs in so deep, carves into your insides, and makes a nice wet home… No one ever forgets it."
She clutched his forearm with a shaky hand and used her other to reach down and touch him. He was hot. So much warmer than she expected. Peering around his broad shoulders she could see people grinding and doing ungodly things on the dancefloor already. There were no rules in that club, except to not lose the cup you were handed when you paid to enter, and she'd already lost that at the bar somewhere.
When she felt him grip tight the meat of her thigh and perch it over his hip he slid his cockhead to her dripping seam and began to dip in.
"Oohh…" she warbled out a moan and then looked up at his handsome face, "Mmm…"
"Open that pretty mouth, show me your tongue."
She did what he said, parting her lips as her pussy spread open little by little. The feel of him slowly pushing into her was sticky, gooey, sharp. But the warm spit that dripped onto her tongue was salacious, made her pussy throb and flutter around his girth.
"There we go. Get that pussy spread apart for me. Let me have you, angel."
She was already letting him have her. She was his… whatever he wanted, however he wanted it. Right in front of everyone… sloppy, wet, deranged, disgusting…
"Mm ahhh…" she panted, her brows pushed together as he rutted in and in, filling up every bit of empty space she had available. Split open, stuffed full, slippery hot debauchery.
Harry threw his head back for a moment, basking in the tight pussy wrapped around him. Sopping. It was his chance to feel a bit of heaven.
Reaching down for her other thigh, he pushed her up and lifted her, making her wrap her legs around his waist so he could work into her deeper, really give her a taste of what the devil could do.
She yelped and gurgled wetly, eyes bulging as he buried himself in, "Fuck…"
"Yeah? Didn't know angels liked to say such words." He swiveled his hips, a harsh plunge in again, and the squelch of her pussy against his length meant she was as wet as she could possibly be. "Oh you're soaked, angel. No wonder you're so thirsty. All your juices are down here," He rocked up into her and she cried out, "So you can take me properly."
While no one much cared about the angel with her wings pressed into the wall, her legs wrapped around the devil's waist as he stuffed her pussy with his big cock, it was obvious what was going on in that dark little corner every time the strobe flashed over the pair copulating. If the look on her pretty face didn't give it away, all fucked out, wet lips parted, eyes rolling back into her head… it was the way the devil was rocking his hips sharply against her, making her legs shake with every thrust.
He knew he was hollowing her out, poking in beyond what was comfortable for her… he knew she'd never forget the way he felt inside of her. It'd stick with her forever and she'd never be able to come again without thinking about the devil.
She'd masturbate thinking about that night at the club and she'd release with the image of him inside of her. And any poor man who stuck his rinky dinky human dick into her pussy would never get her off –she'd be thinking of Harry, the demon with the biggest cock she'd ever had. That would be the only way she'd ever be able to come. A curse, but also a blessing because now she'd always be able to get off to the memory of him no matter who was fucking her. Everyone else would pale in comparison… but that's what he loved so much about fucking sweet human girls. They never forgot his big cock and he owned them in a way. At least he owned their orgasms.
Slushy, gloopy, splatting… his long dick dragged and kissed against her sweetest spot and she felt the tingle and the ache of it as she bounced with every drive of his hips.
"Give me that come, angel. Right on my cock."
She inhaled sharply as he laved his tongue over her lips, slicking his saliva over her mouth and spitting onto her tongue again, "Mine. It's all mine, isn't it? Cunt will never feel it like this again but she'll remember who owns her won't she?"
Y/n was simply done for… her body was putty, molten liquid, dripping, bowing to his whim. His cock would be forever imprinted within her womb as she felt him slide through her channel, thick and throbbing - it was as if she could feel his bulbous cockhead pushing into her tummy, bulging at the front. Microscopic tears around her gaping, wet, stretched muscle she'd need to tend to later. All worth it to be fucked like that.
Her eyes were bleary as she looked at him when she began to come. He was right and she knew it. Her body would never forget it. She was ruined for him already as her vocal cords hitched up an octave and she made his favorite noise. Every dip of his broad crown through her gushing walls smeared his leaking slit against her cervix.
Harry watched the angel fall apart around his cock, face crumpled, body reveling in her release, toes curled in her shoes, but when she moaned his name and gazed into his eyes with droopy lids he couldn't hold back the way she was milking around him. He slammed into her, one brutal thrust, cock burrowing in as he splattered and pumped into her. His warm spend, a mucusy mural for her tight little wet walls. Like his signature left behind so anyone else who entered would know he'd been there. That everything inside of her cunt belonged to him because he'd already claimed it…
She'd think about all that later. That she'd had unprotected sex with a stranger at a club. That he'd filled her with his sperm and spit into her mouth. She'd get tested and watch for her period and then get tested again. And when she turned out clean and not pregnant part of her would be disappointed that she didn't have some excuse to search for the man to let him know what he'd done so she could do it all over again with him. Get her brains fucked out and her little pussy stretched in a way that shouldn't have been as good as it was.
But she wouldn't regret that part. Her only rue that night would be that she hadn't gotten his last name or maybe a number. It was probably better to not know who he was, though. Because if she did she'd obsess. She'd fiend. She'd pine. She'd stalk. She'd make a fool of herself to just have another taste. And a guy like him would probably already be onto the next.
It was better to not know who he was because he wasn't really nice. When he was finished with her, when his come was fucked into her and he made her watch how he shoved it all back in with his huge cock, gripped her neck, and made her look at the way it dripped from her puffy, used pussy and how he took his dick and pressed it back into her stinging hole and told her to not to clean herself up –he left. He dropped her down to her feet, tucked his big cock back into his pants, patted her hot little cheek, and walked off without even turning back to look or check on her.
She watched him disappear into the crowd with her torn panties at her hips and his come dripping down the inside of her legs, chest heaving, heart thrashing in her chest… Her back and her legs and her pussy ached but she'd have him again if he just came back. So, it was better to not know.
It was better to not know because maybe he actually was the devil.
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safination · 3 days ago
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Our Little Adventure
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Pairings: Alastor x Wife!Reader TLDR: Car ride to destination unknown
This is for @voxtekinc's week 4 prompt: Is that a dead body in the back seat? Finally back to my Alastor roots. I've missed you my pookie. Adam was great but ALASTOR
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Sulfur air enters through the open window, and brings in a nice but smelly breeze. The scent of sulfur barely registers through your sense now. It’s been so long since you’ve arrived in Hell that you’ve been living in red skies longer than the blue one.
Alastor keeps his eyes on the road, humming along the tune of the radio. His filtered voice contrasts the clear sounds coming from the car speaker. He taps his fingers on the steering wheel, timing it with the beat of the song.
You lean back on the seat, keeping your eyes on the way he smiles and the way he enjoys the music. It’s one of the rarer times when Alastor seems to be . . . well, relaxed. His smile reaches across his face because there’s something to smile about and not just the forced ones he likes to display.
Hell’s version of the sun beats down across the outskirts of Pentagram City, but the cool breeze makes the weather just right
Alastor places a hand down the seat, opening it palm-up. It’s an invitation, and one that you take eagerly. You intertwine his fingers with yours, and pull it to press a kiss across. A happy hum escapes Alastor, and you know you did good.
“Sweetheart,” you say, tracing the back of his hand, careful not to press too deep just in case his claws pierce your skin.
Alastor glances at you, then turns back to the road. “Yes, my dear?”
“Alastor.”
“That is, indeed, my name.”
“Darling.”
Alastor keeps his eyes on the road, but squeezes your hand. “Shall we go through all our lovely terms of endearment together?” he says. “Or shall you get to your point?”
“My deer,” you say, laughing. “My buck.”
“Hmmmm.” Faint radio static emit from his filter. “Yes?”
You squeeze back. “I have a question.”
“And I will have an answer.” Alastor hits the blinkers, and rounds the corner. “Go ahead and get to your point, my dear.”
“Is that a dead body in the back seat?” You glance towards the backseats, and stare the wrapped limbs across the cushions. “I figured you would have brough it up by now if it was a surprise for me.”
The car jerks a little to the side, and Alastor’s eyes widen. “Oh dear . . .” He groans into the steering wheel, pressing his forehead on it. “It seems I have forgotten something in my excitement.”
“Sweetheart!” You laugh at him, wheezing into the air. “Did you forget about a whole body?”
“It’s pieces of a body, actually.” Alastor’s ears flatter across his head before they flick right back up. “Some miscreants troubled the hotel, and I thought I would drop a quick gift to Rosie before our little adventure.”
“Except you never detoured to Rosie’s.”
Alastor snaps his fingers, and the body disappears into a pool of shadows. “Much better.”
“Darling, if you could do that the whole time then why did you need a car?”
“To drive around, of course!” Alastor taps his fingers across the steering wheel with a wide smile. “Our little adventure.”
“You haven’t told me where we’re going,” you say, and glance back out the window. The city blurs into the background. “Are we headed to Imp City?”
Alastor smiles at you, staring straight into your eyes, and runs over one of the few Sinners in this area. The car bumps from the sudden force of the body splatter, and you’re hurled straight into his open arms. “If you’d like,” he says, nudging you closer with a squeeze. “This will be just like our good and old days of our youth! The open road to an unknown destination.”
You settle into his side. “Our living youth?”
“Exactly!” Alastor takes a sharp turn, but his arm keeps you flushed into him. “We drove as far as the gas could take us. I thought it would be fun to do so again. Keep things familiar but exciting!”
“Me and you,” you say, and the words slip out in a familiar way, “to destination unknown, but together.”
“You remember!”
“Our little adventure.” You smile at him
“Indeed.” Alastor smiles back. “Our little adventure.”
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revelboo · 1 day ago
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It was a happy day when I found this treasure trove of reader insert transformers fics <3 Thank you for writing these.
You mentioned that the idw/g1 wheeljack fic is currently your favourite, what a coincidence it also happens to be my current favourite :D I swear that mech is criminally under appreciated. If you still have the enthusiasm to write that one I would love to see more. I need to see the human reassure wheeljack that they are not going to just abandon him. Please he deserves the world :')
Oooh drama. Yes, please
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Circuits and Wires Pt 4
IDW Wheeljack x Reader
• Bent over a project, he’s aware of you watching him. Also very aware that you’re sitting crosslegged much closer to what he’s working on than he’d like and the little clinking as you toy with the pin to the fire extinguisher in your lap is distracting him. It’s not because you don’t trust him, but because his latest doohickey just keeps overheating and catching on fire. And he almost suspects that you’re enjoying putting the fire out and then walking over to drag a new extinguisher closer from the pile.
• Honestly, you’d have given up after whatever that thing is had caught on fire the first three times, but that’s one of the things you like best about Wheeljack. No matter how many times he fails, he doesn’t get discouraged or give up. He just laughs it off, that low, rumbling sound warm as it spreads through you and he starts over. You like watching him work, hearing him try to explain stuff to you, talking like he’s certain you can understand even if you rarely do. And this experiment isn’t the explosive kind at least. “You’ve got it this time,” you say, smiling up at him when he glances your way. Those vocal indicator fins on his helmet flicker mauve before shifting back to their normal cheery blue.
• No matter how many times he fails, you just keep encouraging him and that spreads warm through him, twines about his spark as he pauses to reach and run the tip of a servo over your cheek and you rest your palm against him. Smiling and that little thing reminds him that this can’t last no matter how much he wants it to. But he can’t keep delaying, sooner or later you’re going to get hurt. “Been talking to a few bots,” he says, reluctantly breaking that contact when he just wants to pick you up, hold on to this. “I think Ratch might take you on. You could help out with little stuff he can’t easily get to.”
• Your breath catches as you stare up at him, trying to figure out what you did wrong. Why he doesn’t want you with him anymore. Probably because he has to worry about you getting hurt all the time, divide his time between his work and you. Maybe he’s grown to resent that. Shoulders slumping, you nod and twist your back on him, because you’re not about to start bawling about this even if his rejection hurts. “If I did something wrong, just tell me,” you say, hating how your voice hitches. “I’ll stop doing it.”
• The hurt in your voice surprises him. That you think he’s just annoyed with you and trying to pawn you off. “It’s not anything you did.” It’s him. How can you not understand that everyone else is right and he’s a walking disaster area? You can’t be just more collateral damage. “The lab isn’t safe for humans. Ratch can-“
• “I don’t want to stay with Ratchet,” you mutter, shoulders hunching and still refusing to look at him. Because you are crying now and you scrub at your face with the back of a hand, mortified and angry. “I like being with you.” You big, sweet idiot. Hiding your face in your hands when he walks around and resisting when he uses a servo to try and move your hands away. Giving up hiding the crying, you swat his servo and glare up at him, aware of how red and splotchy your face must be. The way he freezes, his vocal indicators an edgy yellow-green. “I want to stay.” Don’t make me leave, please.
• Oh. Your chin lifts even as tears roll down your cheeks, because he’s seriously misjudged how attached you are to him and it’s a surprise that warms him. Because you’re this upset about being separated from him and it does things to his spark. You really care this much about him? He’s reaching for you, servos closing around you to lift you and cradle you against the warm mesh of his neck. Shivering as you press your wet cheek against him, making that little, broken sound that hurts his spark. “I want you to stay, too,” he admits, even as worry eats at him. He can protect you, even from himself. He has to, because he can’t lose this.
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My workplace’s theme for Halloween is 80s and one of my coworkers asked if I had any toys from that era or inspired by it. And I think I worried her when I just grinned like a crazy person and asked how much she needed, because I have TRANSFORMERS- and she accidentally gave me an excuse to share my nerdy stuff. Poor kid had that vaguely uncomfortable look people get when they realize they’ve just made a critical, possibly catastrophic error.
Maybe I made the error- a coworker just put on the Megatron helmet and went through the building loudly declaring that they’re Optimus Prime… I just don’t have the heart to correct them…
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iwriteofdelrey · 2 days ago
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Okay sure! Think we can get an earthspark megatron x human!reader who has insomnia? It can be gn, your choice. He's not familiar with this kind of disorder and tries to help. 😁😗
I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS I LOVE THISSSS
I did some research on insomnia so hopefully, it's somewhat accurate. thank you so so much for this request! - King
mentions of anxiety, depression, not being able to sleep, etc. This can be seen as platonic or interpreted as being lovers, it's up to you!
ES!Megatron x Human!Insomniac!Reader
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You have the worst relationship with sleep. It shows. You barely ever sleep and if you do, you're constantly being woken up by something, yet nothing. It was draining, and mentally painful, mentally painful where it affected you physically. You always had pain in your hands, and in your shoulders, sulking as you walked sometimes. Your eyes gave it away, the dark round areas underneath them as you would blink slowly. You felt horrible. Almost always. You realized you weren't the only person bothered and frustrated about your "little" issue.
Megs was just as concerned for you as you were for yourself. Primus, now he thinks about it. do you ever worry about yourself?
That's really beside the point now. Sure, he's experienced sleepless nights, but it gets to a point. His sleepless nights were just short-term. These nights, oh Primus, these nights you have are nothing like he's ever seen. You're beyond a point where he thought no such thing as a human should be. To you, sleeping seems too much like a chore, or something that must be done. You're fighting to even stay asleep, using tea, trying self-care, everything. You can't help it, he knows that. You've tried everything. Maybe everything.
He has not seen such a disorder in his lifetime, nothing like it. Where there's so much on your mind, distractions cause you to stay awake. During the day you're so groggy and fatigued.
He sees you're always stressed about something. It's always something. He's kinda pissed that you're always stressing, but, again, he has to remember you're just a human who barely understands yourself.
Every time he sees you, he crosses his arms, in worry and in frustration. It's causing you to be snappy, to be unhappy. He tries not to get mad or upset at you. At least that's what the Maltos and Optimus are saying to him. He thinks Optimus doesn't understand your issue just as much as he doesn't. That's really also besides everything though.
He really wants to help, he just doesn't bring himself to understand your case. It's like you need sleep, yet you dread when it is time to go to sleep. It really sucks though. When you do go to sleep, it's not good sleep. You're always lacking some kind of quality.
He does his own research on the topic and boy does it make him unhappy. He's stuck on the fact that eventually, Insomnia could cause things like cardiac problems and more anxiety. As if you don't already have enough of that.
He puts the task on himself to help you get better sleep, and to be a little more lenient when it comes to night. He mentions it to Dorothy. She thinks it's great. She knows you love Megs and she knows he loves you just as much. (Can be platonic can be a relationship it's up to you to decide.) She gives him more ideas that he can use to help you try to get some sleep. She hates seeing you suffer. She appreciates Megs for doing this. "You got a heart, Megs," She says, smiling.
blah blah blah, more nonsense.
As the night crept on you, you started to become more and more irritable and anxious. Not even you knew why.
Megatron had come to find you.
"Y/N, I think you should wind down and head to bed, it could help with your sleep."
You look at the bot, restless and pitiful.
"I wish it was that easy.."
"It could be, it just takes time. don't you actually want to appreciate sleep again?" He sighs, "Look at you, it's eating you alive mentally, pouring onto your physical health," he says, observing your face. "You gotta find something to help."
"C'mon, I'll sit with you while you go to bed," he continues. "Stop being difficult, everyone's concerned for you, including myself. This has got to stop...or at least be reduced. I know you don't love this feeling."
As you get ready for bed, Megs activates his mass displacement form. He watches you sigh as you pull the comforter on yourself.
He just sits there, hoping that you'll fall asleep and stay asleep.
It's quiet. Really quiet. He realizes anxiety isn't the only thing causing you to not fall asleep. He sees you're easily distracted. You'd just look around, look at him, into space, anywhere.
"Maybe closing your eyes will help." well damn
"Fuck you"
As the night goes on he sighs. You finally go to sleep and hopefully, you'll stay asleep.
As the weeks go on, he gets the gist of what's causing some of your insomnia. Hopefully, he'll be able to help you with the things and habits you can fix over time.
Its definitely an improvement after a couple of months. Even though your insomnia is there, it's for sure reduced and much better.
He's glad he was able to help you bc jesus christ lol.
dad of the year here everyone LMAO
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grimdarling69 · 2 days ago
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Another Deaged Dan and Ellie or otherwise known as Crack pt8
John Constantine was unsurprisingly quite used to being tied up. Ever since Batman called him in to inspect that interdimensional portal that reeked of the Infinate Realms, he's been inning around like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to stop the end of the world. The portal was just about the worst constructed thing ever. It was running on ectoplasm and soda. From the notes and scribbles he found in the lab. Luthor was going to create a that would have been much safer but ran out of time. So they recreated 'the Fenton portal' he has no idea what that is.
Even Batman, much to his displeasure, has no clue. He's the fucking Batman, the greatest detective in the world and he has no goddamned clue what the fuck that means. Whatever the fuck or whoever the fuck Fenton is he will be torturing them somehow.
God, he needs a drink. He tries to reach his flask in his coat but can't. Because he's fucking tied up in a random ghosts lair.
"Beware! I am the Box Ghost!" Fucking kill him now. How the fuck did this loser capture him. He tricked fucking Satan so many times snd this rectangular obsessed ghost captures him? He's never living this down. He just hopes Zee won't find him before he gets out of here.
Purple smoke seeps in from the ghosts door to his lair. To late.
"Huh?" The stupid ghost questions the smoke and flies toward it.
"Beware!" He yelled and threw his hands up. Obviously, trying to appear scary but only achieving in making himself look like a total dork. God, what an idiot he was. Hurry up, Zee. He's not bloody drunk enough to play damsel in distress.
The smoke turned tangible and wrapped up the befuddled ghost and drags him to the floor. He tries to go intangible, but the purplish ribbons keep top strong a grip on him. He resorts to wiggling around on the floor like a worm. The door is roughly kicked open, and Zatanna struts in.
"Need a hand, john?" She sarcastically asked him. He sighed.
"Just put me out of my misery, please Zee."
"No can do." She uses her magician wand to cut the rope magically and dropped him to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Curse you my knight in shining fishnets.
"Hope you don't mind i brought some company." She said like she'd really care if he did.
"Oh great." He picked himself off the floor, massaging his irritated skin. His head was still spinning from being tied upside down for so long. He stumbled and was caught by a pair of strong arms. He looked up and saw four batears and two frowns.
"Aw batsy, you do love me.. fuck I don't feel good..." He then immediately threw up the measly crackers and some whiskey he had in his jacket for some reason when he was captured by those fuckers last week.
He reached into his coat pocket and grabbed his flask, and took a big swing of the empty flask.
"God fucking damnit!" He cursed and fumbled around for a cigarette finding absolutely nothing. Worst day ever. Or night or whatever the fuck time it is.
"Constantine. What the hell are you doing?" Batman gravelly voice interrogated him. What a tool. He finally takes a glance around his now less spinning surroundings. Zatanna really brought the cavalry in, didn't she?
Red Hood, Red Robin, Signal and Flash younger stood on one side of the room. Wonderwoman, Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, the older Flash, and Cyborg were on the other.
"What in the bloody hell is this?"
"Nightwing and Robin. Have you found anything?" Diana asked calmly like this was any other day. And they weren't in one of the most dangerous places in the multiverse.
"Yeah, they're trapped in the Far Frozen."
"How are you so sure?"
"Ghosts are stealing food and human items across the earth. Mostly from high magic and death rate areas. Where natural portals are more common." He took a cigarette from Red hoods outstretched hand, ignoring the glare from the others around them. Also ignoring the shove Red Robin gave to his brother and lit the tip with a quick spell. Inhaling and blowing out the smoke is an experienced dance.
"We already know that. We've all tried tracking them and nothing works." Zatanna stated crossing her arms and peering over the brim of her hat questioningly.
"I've got a source. Did some bounty hunting for the resident ghost of a dead warden, he wanted some ghosts locked back up in his prison." He pointed at the still wiggling ghost "This one here was the first one I locked up a week ago after I left those demons in the dust and he got a lucky revenge shot in."
"How do you the warden is trustworthy?" The older Flash questioned. He looked nervous like he was waiting for something.
Another shoe to drop was just what he needed.
"Because i got it verified by the Lord of all time. He told me to hurry that'll I'll need to be 'Beware of poisonous thorns '. I'm guessing he just means they're guarded by a nature ghost or something. Weird for the antartic, but they are ghosts, so nothing really has to make bloody sense around here." Taking another drag from his, smoke, and he takes a mental stock of the few things they'd need to make it there.
"We need to go now. How do we get there?" Batman grabbed his arm and started pulling him toward the door.
"Slow your roll, luv. Do you want to die? We've got a lot of things to do if you want even a chance to survive that bloody place. Forget even making it there."
"Like what?" The older Flash asked suddenly standing with Batman and wonder woman.
"Like getting some bloody jackets."
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Beep. Beep. Beep.
The alarm clock beeps loudly in his ear. He smacks it without thinking. So early.....getting up and walking to the bathroom swiping his phone on the way. Doing his business and brushing his teeth.
He scroll through his phone. Bruce wanted to talk, Jason was mad at him, Tim was pissed at a case, Babs missed seeing him. He walks out the bedroom after pulling on some random shorts. He yawns loudly and open the cabinets grabbing cereal.
He eats the cereal slowly while responding to messages. Looks like the internet isn't working very well nothings going through...weird with a waynephone but not impossible it wasn't as bat-grade as his other tech anyway. He'll fix it later. His sons bedroom door opens.
"Richard? Where are we?"
"Richard? Since when do you call your old man by his first name? Not very proper of you baby wing." He joked ruffling his hair. Damians face was rippled with confusion.
"Your not my...father...oh my ancients...fuck-" He looked around the room for another second then turned back around and ran into his room slamming the door closed.
"Damian..!" He tried the door, but he immediately heard the lock turn. He knocked on the wood, hoping Damian would respond.
"What's going on? Are you okay?" He tried to talk to him through the door. He stuck his ear to the door and could hear rustling noises and swears and something Diseree?
He grabbed his lockpicks from their usual places. He picked the lock methodically.
"Diseree! Fix this now! Or I'll put you down!"
"Ughhhh I'm only granting your wish!" A echoey voice unbound by a physical plane.
A genie(?) Flew up through the floor she wore blue robes and with a bored expression snapped her opaque fingers and everything went dark.
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Everything hurt. Before he could even wake up he was aware of immense pain. His chest hurt and his eyes were to heavy to even attempt at moving. They felt heavier than his fortress key. He vaguely recognized the bed he was laying on to be his recovery cot with the solar panels in the watchtower med bay. He tried to think of what led to this but he couldn't think of anything. It hurt to think god his head was pounding like he went through a skyscraper all the way from the top to the basement and further.
"Clark? Can you hear me?" Lois? What was she doing here? He tried to open his eyes but they must have been glued shut.
"Stay still, dad..." Jon? Jon...and him...were fighting but over what? Something to do with Robin, maybe. He can't remember, and it hurts to try to sift through his shattered memory.
"Go back to sleep dad. We'll be here when you wake up." Kon, he remembers telling him something but what was it? Be prepared? No he says that all the time it's something different...its gotta be something new...God if only the lights weren't so bright maybe he could open his eyes. Speak. Ask him. I know it's important, what did I tell you?
He tries to open his mouth, and all he hears is beeping and unfamiliar voices. He thinks he can hear Lois tell him to calm down? He is calm. in fact, he feels too calm, like the calm before the storm. Ugh, if only that obnoxious beeping and shouting would stop. This time, he welcomes the embrace of darkness. Anything to escape that horrid shrieking.
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"And why should I help you?" The large green and pink alien looking woman leered at Constantine. This was a bad idea, a terrible one, actually. Why did you listen to Batman, Wally? He should have just zoomed around this dimension instead of almost killing them by begging for help from dead aliens! Why would Dora the Explorer or whatever her name is want to help us?
"Because I've brought you your cousin, Diana of Themyscira?" Constantine told the amused tall as fuck lady. She was huuuuge-not in a rude way of course. Gid he's an idiot atleast he's to scared to speak. He's the Flash, faced of million of scarier foes but something about her just makes every hair on his body stand in fear. She kinda reminds him of Wonder Woman.
Wait, did he just say cousin-wait? Is he trying to sacrifice her to this random alien?? By telling her she's its cousin?? Is he telling the truth she is kinda of wearing armor like Wonder Woman, but still...
"Greeting cousin, I've heard many stories of your great cleverness." WW said to her. He guesses he was telling the truth if she's going with it.
"And of my great naivety and stupidity? You have been poisoned by spending all your time with these mortals if you think false flattery will endear me to you. What will you give me if I help and don't say your soul. I know who you are, John Constantine, and your reputation precedes you even here." She spoke with an even tone, but he could feel the power in her words as she toyed with the small box in her lap. Running her fingers across its lid and body. Tracing the beautiful woodwork.
"A favor. If you know of my reputation, you must know of my skills." Constantine quickly controlled himself and attempted to convince her again.
"I suppose it would be nice to hold a favor from such a skilled magician..." She appeared deep in thought, and from his position to the side, he could see Constantine's eye twitching from being called a magician. This was pretty fucking funny actually. He just hopes Constantine controls himself.
"You wanted a way to the Far Frozen, why? Does it have anything to do with the rumored lockdown over there?" Shit she wasn't convinced this was less funny....
"There's a lockdown...? That wasn't-"
"Calm yourself, magician. I have been invited for diplomatic reason recently and j suppose I could invite a few of you but not all of course. Tell me why you need to go there and ill put us on the list?" She praticaly purred the last part she knew she won.
"We-"
"Are looking for my sons." Batman interupted WW and what the hell was he thinking? Giving information to people we have no clue about! He was Batman he'd kick people out of the Justice League for that and now he's doing this!
"Your littlest one is in great pain. Burdened and heavy, how will you relieve that?" She pondered aloud her voice seemed to echo against the marble.
"He is my son. I will do anything to help him-them." Batman answered truthfully with full conviction.
The woman hummed thoughtfully. "He told me that would be your answer but can you keep your word. Can you accept that the son you lost will not be the son gained?"
"I thought The Lord of Time was the riddle fanatic?" Constsntine joked and the woman turned to him ever amused. "Well i enjoy some from time to time." She chuckled at her own joke and turned away toward her maze the one they came through. It wasn't a difficult one at all hardly newsworthy but he had a guess she had something to do with the skill level.
"A friend of mine has a beautiful ship. He would be delighted to escort mortals across the Realms."
"There are no large enough ectoplasmic pools for a ship large enough to hold our party. Mortals need more space than ghosts. We cannot simply hibernate like your kind." Zatanna answered this time he was wondering when she'd show back up. She had left in a flurry of magical nonsense for something but he didn't really understand her explanation.
"Ah but his ship does not sail the water but the sky." She reached into a pouch secured onto her leg below her fancy Greek skirt , which probably had a fancy special name, she pulled out a white whistle. It had runes and symbols all over it and they glowed a bright neon green. She blew into it but no sound came from it.
"Sounds broken-" He manged to whisper to Vic right next him. Victor glanced at him about to speak but a sudden loud crashing over head. He crashed to the floor while the gaint alien Greek ghost laughed at all of them. He looked up to the sky the large pirate ship with skeletons hanging out the side of it peering them. What the....
"Amen Auntie Dora! You called?" A young boy dressed in pirate gear complete with a skeleton parrot on his shoulder.
"It's 'ahoy' ugh why do even I try?" The pirate groaned loudly.
This is going to be one interesting voyage...
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hxney-lemcn · 1 day ago
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Best Friend — Daisuke x gn! reader
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summery: you find Daisuke different job, dodging a bullet that would've taken his life.
tw: mentions of pony express again (ew)
a/n: this was not planned, and I'm not entirely motivated, but there's not many Daisuke fics so I'm kinda left only one option :/
wc: 1.1k
Master List
Part One | Part Two
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“How about this one,” You asked, showing your screen to Daisuke. Electrician apprentice read at the top, the requirements listed below. “I know it isn’t the most exciting, but you’d make good money.”
Daisuke eyed it for a few seconds, “It’s basically what I’d be doing for Pony Express.” “Exactly,” You nodded eagerly. “Except you wouldn’t be floating in space, who knows where for…how long was it supposed to be again?” 
“Like…a year and some months,” He replied back, expression darkening slightly at the thought.
“Yeah, no way,” You grumbled, reading through the rest of the job listing. “Look, they’re open to no experience, it's perfect!” 
“You think they’ll actually hire me?” He asked, brown eyes looking at you anxiously. “I mean I have nothing that makes me stand out.”
“Only one way to find out,” You shrugged, clicking on the apply button. “Besides, are you saying my resume skills suck? I made you look like a 5 star option even with your lack of experience.”
“Isn’t that lying though?” Daisuked questioned, resting his head on your shoulder as you filled the form out for him (he chipped in when you didn’t know something). 
“No,” You hummed. “Lots of people don’t have experience, but they gotta put something on their resume.” 
As you finished, you glanced down at him, “You wanna go through with this?”
“Yeah,” He nodded with a sigh. “I really don’t wanna go to space.”
“Hmm,” you hummed again, resting your head on top of his as you hit submit. “You should tell your mom before she does anything.”
“Yeah,” He agreed. “I just don’t wanna think about it right now.”
“I know,” You murmured, allowing him to play with your fingers. “But the longer you procrastinate the more likely you’ll become an express worker.”
“You’re so responsible,” Daisuke groans. “How do you do it?”
Letting out a short chuckle, you respond, “Anxiety. And right now I’m anxious I’m gonna have to say goodbye to you, which is why we’re filling out job applications right now.”
“I love you,” He mumbled, nuzzling into your neck. 
“I love you too, silly,” You murmured back, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. 
You were sitting in class when you noticed your phone light up. Daisuke’s smiling face popped up, he was calling you. Glancing up to the professor, they seemed busy enough to not notice you, so you opened your messages, typing a quick message,
What’s up? I’m in class rn
babygirl: YOU’LL NEVER GUESS QHAT HAPPENEF babygirl: oh babygirl: srry, txt u later babygirl: love you 🫶
okay! Love you too you goof <3
It was hard for you to shake the silly grin off your face for the rest of class. Daisuke always managed to make you feel like a lovesick fool, heart fluttering at every little thing he’d do. He had you kicking your feet and twirling your hair. Yeah, you were totally in the honeymoon phase, but you were enjoying every moment of that.
When you got out of class, you went outside to a quiet area on campus. Pulling out your phone, you sat on a bench and quickly hit the call button. You didn’t even get to hear the ring as Daisuke answered right away, cherrily shouting your name.
“What happened?” You asked with a smile. “You seem pretty excited.”
“I got the job!” Daisuke exclaimed, not waiting a second to tell you the good news.
“Whoa! Congrats!” You exclaimed back. “Wait, which one?”
“The factory one where I’d operate a forklift,” He replied, you could hear the smile in his voice. “My mom actually approves too.” “That’s amazing,” You felt super giddy. It felt like you had dodged a major bullet. 
“Yeah,” He sighed. “It’s all thanks to you, I wouldn’t even know where to start.”
“Don’t mention it,” You shrugged, glancing up at the pink and yellow sky. Your classes always run later on these days, you couldn’t wait to go home after this call. “You’re my fr- boyfriend, I’ll always have your back.”
“You done for the day?” Daisuke asks absentmindedly.
“Yeah.”
“Come over?”
“Sure.”
“Thank you so much for helping Daisuke,” His mother gushed with a stressed smile. “You’re such a good influence for him. I couldn’t ask for a better partner for my son.”
“O-oh, of course,” You stammered, feeling flustered at the compliments. “He means a lot to me, I’m glad I could help.” Nodding at her politely, you walked past, heading towards Daisuke’s room. Knocking on the door, you heard his cheerful voice tell you to come in. Entering, you set your backpack by the door, plopping yourself on his bed. 
“How were classes?” Daisuke asks, glancing at you from over his gameboy.
“It was fine,” You shrugged, stretching out to relieve some stress. “Nothing new.”
“Hmm,” He hummed in acknowledgement, beating the level he was on before turning the device off. “Wanna sleep over?”
“Sure,” You nodded, and Daisuke plopped himself on top of you. Ever since you started dating he had become incredibly more touchy, always touching you in some way, whether it be holding pinkies or laying on top of each other like a weighted blanket. You didn’t mind though, it was comforting, and you were a bit clingy too so at least it was mutual. Like clockwork, your hands started to run through his hair causing him to release a pleased sigh.
“Should we watch a movie?” You asked, glancing over to his stack of dvds. 
“But you’re so comfy,” Daisuke whined, snuggling further into your chest.
You let out an exaggerated sigh, but made no attempt to move, instead changing the topic, “When do you start your job?”
“In a few weeks,” He mumbled. “ ‘m kinda nervous about starting a serious job, but it's better than the alternative.”
“You’ll do great,” You tried to comfort. “I just know it.” 
“I think you're biased,” He grumbles, tilting his head up to make eye contact.
“Maybe just a bit,” You smiled, pinching his cheek lightly. “But I’d be a shitty partner if I didn’t encourage you.” Daisuke watched you fondly, he’s not sure what he did to deserve someone like you.
As you both laid in his bed, soaking in the other's presence, everything was alright. Neither of you know just how much of a bullet Daisuke had missed, the ship he was fated to join if he were to work at Pony Express had gone missing. When the news broke, the both of you couldn’t help but be horrified. What if that was the ship he joined? Not to mention the news of Pony Express going bankrupt, if Daisuke went as an intern it wouldn’t have gone far. 
Daisuke and his mother were even more grateful that you managed to find him a different job. Even if he didn’t enjoy it, it was better than whatever happened to the ill fated crew of the Tulpar.
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jesswritesthat · 2 days ago
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Aizawa Shōta: Takoyaki
Fandom: BNHA // MHA — [ Masterlist ]
Summary: ~0.5k, fluff
Warnings: None
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Gladly you took a seat at the nearby seating area, watching as the authorities secured the area and criminals you'd recently incarcerated alongside Eraser Head.
"Are you being serious?" It was spoken in that usual deadpan tone, a hint of disapproval lacing it oh so well, Eraser crossing his arms boredly when coming to stand next to you.
Regardless you looked up at him innocently wearing that smile he knew all too well, the one that told him no matter what he claimed, he’d lose this discussion.
"You’re aware we just arrested the stall owners for smuggling."
This made you hum in acknowledgment, twirling your chopsticks between your fingers after eating one of the culinary delights.
"I am, but their Takoyaki is too good to pass up." Your casual response left the hero giving an exasperated sigh and a tilt of his head when emphasising his point like it’d change your mind at all.
"Criminals (Y/n)."
"And talented cooks Shōta." Again you justified with an upbeat tone that left him sighing at you incredulously, it didn’t deter you from your elaboration though. "They did vegetarian, ponzu, spicy..."
"Enough, I get it."
Victory. Aizawa had conceded once more, burying his face in his signature scarf and sparing a glance to law enforcement slamming the van doors closed. You however came prepared, whipping out a spare pair of chopsticks and gently tapping the ravenettes’ elbow with them.
"Want some?"
Again you received a suspicious side eye, scanning your frame and then narrowing his eyes at the cuisine.
"Fine." Reluctantly he sat beside you and accepted the sticks with a small quirk of his lips that you counted as a smile.
It was only natural that you shared the portion between you both, after trying the first takoyaki Aizawa breathed a thoughtful sigh.
“It’s not bad.”
“I mean it is bad, with the criminal activity as seasoning and all. Thanks for the assist by the way, I miss working with you on the field.”
Aizawa only ate another takoyaki to avoid commenting on your humour, but pushed the final one over to your side with his chopsticks before replying to you in a lower tone.
“It’s still my job, and working beside you is… pleasant.” Before you had the opportunity to sarcastically respond to his apathetic ‘sentiment’, you were interrupted by the officers calling over to you.
“(H/n)! Are you able accompany us for back up and to file your report on the case?”
Eraser Head pulled up his binding cloth once more and readjusted his glasses, offering you his hand and then taking the rubbish to dispose of.
“You go, I’ll see you at home (Y/n).”
“Of course, I’ll bring back more takoyaki~” Came your cheerful farewell, waving back to Shōta who only shoved a hand in his pocket after dismissive swish.
“How do you intend to do that when your chefs are currently incarcerated?” This time there was a detection of wit in his voice, a characteristic that would’ve been unnoticeable to those who didn’t know him well.
“I’m full of surprises, that’s one of the reasons why you love me right?”
“There are far more reasons above that one, I assure you.” Shōta rolled his eyes, directing his gaze to the illuminated street in order to hide his vulnerability. “Anyway, I’ll see if I can find something to accompany your takoyaki. See you soon.”
Aizawa may not be the most expressive in terms of emotion, but had his own personal ways of showing he loved you - even if it was coming to see you on your patrol.
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bbina · 9 hours ago
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alone together ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . stay
── taking comfort in the thought that you are together in aloneness through late night talks, heartfelt confessions, and a genuine connection. with your shared experience of recent heartbreaks, you wonder if getting together would be all worth it. in which you find solace in each other's company, that you are alone together.
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wonbin hates the club
don't get him wrong, he likes the concept of having a nightlife and all that but something about clubbing just irks him one way or another. maybe it's because of that one horrible experience he had when he got dragged into going clubbing thanks to shotaro, after receiving the news that he, wonbin, got ghosted once again, but in all honesty who really knows
wonbin hates the feeling of bodies pressing against each other in a tight space. he hates the feeling of not hearing people properly over the loud music on those bass boosted speakers, he hates that you can't even hold a decent conversation at the club. he hates getting drinks spilled all over him when people can't walk due to the amount of people dancing around him
he just hates it
but here he was, in the club where you shared your location, at god knows what time, looking for you
wonbin doesn't know why he felt the need to do all this. he could've easily asked seunghan instead to come get your ass when you called him but nope. he got up from the comfort of his warm bed in his cold room, threw on a jacket and went straight to you. ignoring shotaro’s curious stare when he walked passed him in the living room in a hurry
on the way to the club, he can't help but think about how your conversation went on the phone. you called him out of the blue amidst your drunk updates, talking about how some of giselle's other guy friends came and ordered even more drinks and how you had a blast for the first time in a long time
"can you pick me up i want to go home" you whine through the phone. there were some ruckus in the background and wonbin can only make out some words such as "another shot", "let's dance"
wonbin removes the phone from his ear and stares at the screen, making sure that it was actually you who was calling and not some random person with wide eyes
was this just some drunk call or were you actually dead serious?
"wonbin" you drag out his name, voice going an octave higher than normal. "come get me" you demand, slurring your words
wonbin snaps back to reality when he realizes that you were in fact, dead serious
"stay where you are. i'm on my way"
wonbin sucks in a deep breath when he scans the place, looking around, trying to look for you amidst the crowds. he sighs in relief when he finally spots you
wonbin makes his way through the sea of people as he approaches the lounge area where he finds you slumped against the plush couch while some of your friends were trying to take care of you by making you sit up properly. wonbin couldn't help but laugh a little when he watches you swat your friend's hand away cause you were starting to doze off
wonbin approaches your table and taps your friend on their shoulder, it was karina
"oh my!" karina reacts, a hand flying to her mouth. she didn't expect that you'd call wonbin out of all people to come pick you up. she expected that you called seunghan
wonbin sheepishly smiles and throws a peace sign before he motions his hand towards you
"i'm here to pick y/n up? she called me" he says, unsure of what to say really. in wonbin's defense, what else was there to say?
karina nods and moves out of the way so wonbin could come and haul your ass out of the club
"she had way too much to drink but she had fun so" karina notes, watching the way wonbin was lightly tapping your shoulder to wake you up
you click your tongue in annoyance when you feel someone tapping you awake again. you peek an eye open but your vision was blurry
"y/n wake up. i'm here. let's go" the voice you know all too well speaks
you don't know if it was the alcohol running in your system but you know that voice anywhere. your eyes flutter open and the first thing you see was a guy's face
it was wonbin
"wonbin?" you squint your eyes, trying to sit properly but your head was spinning that it was hard to do. your head feels weighted that you feel your head falling back but a hand stops it from doing so
"yeah it's me" wonbin affirms, holding your head from falling back before he fixes your position so you'd lean back properly on the cushions behind you
when you realize it was wonbin, your face lights up. you didn’t expect that he’d actually come get you
"you actually came" you giggled, clearly in a drunken state
"well, you called" wonbin smiles lazily, he knows you don't know what you're saying right now. he then takes a mental note of your current state and assesses the situation. first of all you were drunk out of your fucking ass to even handle yourself, second you were wearing something that would make it hard for him to move you properly
suddenly there were loud cheers coming to the table. wonbin looks around and sees giselle, the birthday celebrant, and some other people he doesn't know coming to the table
giselle sees him and her eyes almost pop out of her sockets
"holy shit is that wonbin?" she shrills, looking at karina for confirmation who nods her head yes and covers the side of her mouth to say something to giselle
wonbin smiles awkwardly at the birthday celebrant and even greeted her
"happy birthday by the way" wonbin greets, before he diverts his attention back to you who's suddenly wide awake
"thank you! here take a shot!" giselle chirps, pouring some liquor into the little shot glass she's been carrying around the club, handing it to people
wonbin was about to refuse but suddenly you stood up and grabbed the shot glass from giselle
"i'll take it!" you cheer in delight until wonbin manages to stop you from drinking it by prying the shot glass off your hands
"no you won't. you're drunk already" he lightly scolds you before taking the shot himself. wonbin grimaces a little at the taste. he hands the shot glass back to giselle, who was seemingly smiling widely at the sight in front of her
her eyes dart between you and wonbin before she ushers herself out of the conversation, dragging whoever was beside her to parade around the club again. the victims being jaemin, jeno and karina
you plop down back on the seats, pouting while crossing your arms, mumbling about how wonbin didn't let you drink
wonbin sits next to you as he watches you look upset beside him. you weren't even looking at him. he couldn't tell if he should laugh cause you clearly won’t remember all this the next day and the fact that he might have another thing to hold over your head again (last time it was the drunk call)
"let's go home now?" wonbin asks softly, leaning his head a bit closer to you, who only scoffs in response
"nuh uh" you roll your eyes
wonbin sits back in surprise. did you really just say nuh uh?
"what do you mean "nuh uh"?" wonbin quotes, "i thought you called me here cause you wanted to go home?" wonbin bites back a laugh. talking to drunk you in person almost sounds like talking to a child
"you didn't let me drink" you huffed, whining a little, finally turning around to look at him in the eye
wonbin couldn't help but laugh at the look on your face. he couldn’t believe that you actually got upset that he didn't let you take a shot. like a kid who just got denied off of candy with the way your lower lip was jutted out with your pout
"when we get you home, you could have all the shots you want. how about that?" wonbin suggests, tucking some hair away from your face. he was trying to fool you into heading home cause god forbid how much longer can he stand being in the club. he already took a sacrificial shot for you so the least you could do is to cooperate with him so two could go home even if it meant into fooling you into doing it
he sees the way you suddenly perk up at the sound of his bargain. he smiles in triumph when he watches you nod your head excitedly
"do you mean it?" you ask with your eyes glistening with anticipation
wonbin smiles and nods. "all the drinks you want. on me"
"okay!" you chirp, "so when are we going?"
wonbin checks the time on his phone before ordering an uber to come get you guys at the club
"we can leave now if you want" wonbin says, tucking his phone in the pocket of his jeans before looking back at you who's now leaned back on the cushions again
"let's just tell karina and giselle we're leaving" you yawned, feeling drowsly all of a sudden
wonbin nods, standing up from the couch. he stretches his limbs before holding his hand out for you to take. you gladly accept his hand as he helps you stand and stabilize yourself by putting his hand on the small of your back before scurrying out of the table with you in tow
you were walking around the dance floor looking for karina or giselle to bid them goodbye. wonbin sees karina talking to someone by the bar. he tugs your hand and points over to the direction where karina was. you nod your head as you two walk over to her
"rina!" you yelled over the music. karina stops talking to the person in front of her which was jeno, as she looks around for the person who called out her name. she then sees you and wonbin making your way towards her
"we're leaving. just wanted to let you know. if you see gigi tell her i went home and thank you for tonight" you ramble, hoping your voice was louder than the music. karina nods her head yes and tells the two of you to make it home safe and to text her if you've arrived
karina then bids you two farewell before she makes her way back to jeno, who was also waving goodbye at the two of you
with that, you and wonbin head out of the club, hand in hand
you two were now outside, waiting for his uber ride that he ordered a few moments ago. the air was cold and you weren’t exactly dressed according to the weather. you stood next to wonbin with your arms crossed to keep yourself warm while you two waited. just not too long ago you were feeling a little hot inside the cramped building but now that you were outside, you cursed yourself for only bringing a light cardigan
not only you were cold but you were slowly feeling like shit. you can feel your hair was sticking on your face, the way your heels were slowly killing you, almost everything was crashing down on you in this instant
wonbin watches the little car icon that was still on the way to where you guys were waiting in when he notices you shivering in his peripheral vision
without hesitation, he removes his jacket and drapes it on your shivering shoulders
before you could even say anything, the uber driver arrives. wonbin opens the car door and motions you to get in first. he makes sure that you don't bump your head against the car by putting his hand just above your head before he slides in next to you
"you good?" he asks, making sure you were okay
instead of answering him, you nod your head drowsily. the warmth of wearing his jacket making you sleepier by the minute. you can feel your eyelids grow heavier as you can barely make out the conversation between the uber driver and wonbin
the next thing you know you were out like a light next to wonbin
wonbin was busy having a conversation with the uber driver when he suddenly hears light snores coming from you. he turns his head to the side and there he sees the sight of you sleeping soundly wearing his jacket
he fights back a smile when he sees how snug you look wearing his jacket that was obviously bigger on you. wonbin then adjusts your head that you were now laying on his lap and not against the window
there's a sense of solace that he feels whenever he's with you. so much that he can't even directly describe what it actually feels but he knows what it is when he's with you
wonbin gently runs his fingers through your messy hair. he couldn't help but laugh at the thought of how you'd feel the next morning when the realization will dawn upon you that you called him to come get you at the club. that you had him to take care of your drunken state
it almost feels deja vu to wonbin that he was out here taking care of your drunken state. he finds it a little funny of a coincidence that it happened twice. the first time it happened was when you didn't even know who he was, and the second time being right now where you two have developed a deep connection through the constant late night talks and shared comfort in one another
it isn't much to say anything but he finds it funny that it happened twice
wonbin leans his head back, staring at the window. the city has always been quiet in times like this, just how he likes it. quiet enough that he can still hear his thoughts but loud enough to distract him from everything going on
he doesn't know why but he's silently hoping that this drive would take a little longer
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"i'm tired" you complained, eyes still closed as you and wonbin stood outside your apartment building. you two just got dropped off by the uber driver courtesy of wonbin who ordered and paid for it now here you were, leaning on wonbin for total support.
you were now quite literally on your last legs. your feet are killing you with your heels and the fact that your head was pounding. all you wanted to do was just lay down on your bed and doze off
but of course, you still had to get inside your apartment, get unready, prepare yourself medicine and yada yada yada. just thinking about it while still under the influence just made you feel worse
"my feet hurt" you hissed, kicking off your heels on the street, startling wonbin at your sudden outburst
you were getting cranky by the minute. maybe this was all the drinks you had coming back to get your ass
"we're almost home. just a little more walking okay?" wonbin gently says, trying not to piss you off. who knew you become so cranky after a night out?
wonbin takes a deep breath, realizing the sticky situation he's in. he figures that you won't be cooperating anytime soon so he grabs your heels and wraps an arm around your waist so he could stabilize your posture as you two walk inside your apartment complex
it took a while for wonbin to basically haul your ass to your floor. you had no elevator in your building so that meant stairs. you were so close on giving up due to how exhausted you were that wonbin had to carry you on his back
"are we there yet" your words were slurring. the way you nuzzled your head on wonbin's neck, catching a whiff of his scent that smelled like a mix of vanilla and roses
"almost" wonbin huffs. not only he was carrying you, he was also carrying your purse and your heels with his free hand
you hum instead of answering. leaning your weight on wonbin. he was just so warm that you can’t get enough of it
“wonbin” you call out after a while. you don’t even know what floor you two are in but one thing for sure is that your unit was on the 9th floor
you're gonna owe him a lot for this
“yeah?” he answers, glancing back at you ever so slightly
he can feel shivers on his skin when he feels your lips accidentally brush against his exposed nape
“thanks for coming to get me” you say quietly
wonbin laughs, ignoring the feeling in his chest
“wouldn’t want you to call anyone else to be honest” he jokes. he’s still in disbelief that you called him out of people. “you owe me for this by the way”
you hum again, closing your eyes, just letting wonbin take you home
wonbin finally gets to your damn apartment unit. he crouches down so you could get off of his shoulders. you groggily get off his back to walk up to your door to input your password so you could get in
finally, home sweet home
you never wanted to just fall face first onto your covers
wonbin laughs at the way you were basically crawling your way to bed. your feet must've been so tired wearing those heels all night long. but then he realizes that you were wearing outside clothes
he puts your things down on the counter before he makes his way towards you, who was now laying peacefully on your bed
"get up. let's get unready first" he says, grabbing your arm, pulling you back up
you let out an irritated growl. snatching your arm back
"don't want to" you grunt, lying back down when wonbin stops you
"i just want you to be comfortable before you sleep. please?" he pleads, watching your face contort into something he can't decipher. although it looks like you were trying to glare at him
looks like he had some magic spell whenever he says please cause you just silently went along with what he said. you stood up, wobbling over to your bathroom so you could get unready
wonbin laughs at the way you were stumbling over yourself. tripping on your own feet trying to get to your bathroom with your eyes closed
he then watches you sit on the toilet lid. he waited for a few minutes in case you were just trying to compose yourself but you just sat there in silence. essentially he took out his phone out and took photos of your state. this was too good of an opportunity not to take pictures of you for future purposes (blackmail basically)
"y/n" wonbin calls, waiting for you to respond. when you don't say anything back, wonbin makes his way towards your bathroom
"are you seriously sleeping right now" wonbin laughs out loud. the way you were just sitting still with your eyes closed
"huh?" you blurt, trying to peek an eye open but no avail
wonbin couldn't stop laughing. the next time you plan on drinking all night, he'll make sure to remind you to think twice before doing so cause just look at you right now
"where are your makeup wipes?" wonbin asks, wiping a tear from his eye from laughing so much
it took you all the remaining energy you had in you left to even lift your hand to point where your skincare stuff was at. wonbin follows where your fingers were pointed at and opened your drawers looking for some makeup removers and the like
when he finds the packet, he takes one out and kneels to your level. he gently grabs your face and starts to wipe your makeup away in a gentle manner. just enough that your face would be deemed as clean so you wouldn't sleep with your makeup on
"are you done?" you murmured, still sitting on the toilet lid. wonbin pats your head, ruffling your already messy hair in the process
"yep. just brush your teeth and change then we're good" he says, getting up from his kneeling position off the ground, throwing away the wipes to the trash can
you begrudgingly get up from the toilet lid and pushed him out of the bathroom to change and brush your teeth
wonbin can't help but laugh a little. how this night turned out was beyond his expectations. he didn't expect that he'd actually take care of your drunk ass all night
while you were busy doing your thing, wonbin looks around your cabinets for some medication like painkillers or advil for tomorrow. he prepares them near your small fridge so you won't need to look for them first thing tomorrow with a pounding headache
after what seems like a while, you emerge out of the bathroom in your pajamas while still wearing his jacket, looking ready to sleep in the next day
wonbin watches you slowly make your way towards your bed. it was a good thing you left your ac on before you left hours ago because your apartment was freezing cold, just the way you like it
you didn't even bother to cover yourself with your blanket the way you just straight up plopped down on your bed face first. the cold pillows hitting your face immediately and almost knocked you out like a light
wonbin, who was still in your apartment, couldn’t help but smile again at the sight. you were finally comfortable enough that he wouldn’t have to worry about any other complaints besides the impending hangover you're surely going to have soon
he walks near your bed and covers you with your blanket, making sure you were comfortable and cozy. he waits for a moment, hearing your breathing go steady til he takes this a sign to leave
man, what a hell of a night has it been taking care of you
though your hand stops him from leaving just yet
"wait" you murmured, your hand circling around his wrist, making him turn to you
"yes?" wonbin hums, leaning down close to you in case you had any more requests
"stay" you mumbled, tugging his hand that he stumbles a bit
wonbin hesitates for a bit. you were obviously not in the proper state of mind and you were just saying shit. he's not sure if he should comply with your wishes or not cause when you wake up tomorrow there's gonna be a lot of questions like why were you in bed with him and that's the last thing he wants
"wonbin" you whine, tugging on his arm, “stay with me. please”
he really can't resist you, can he?
wonbin slowly slides in your bed next to you, thankfully there was still an ample amount of space between the two of you. he'll just stay til you really fall asleep just to avoid any awkwardness throughout the night
though that goes all out the window when you suddenly wrap your arms around wonbin and rested your head against his chest
"so warm" you comment, sighing in content
wonbin freezes and rethinks every decision he made tonight that led to this
what the actual fuck
"you're drunk, y/n.." wonbin mumbles, arms itching to wrap themselves around you, "you'll forget about this later in the morning.."
"what are you even saying? i'm saying you're just warm to be with" you drunkenly rant, raising your head a little to glare at him. “hold me” you huffed, snuggling closer to wonbin if it was even possible
wonbin is unsure with what to do with his hands. he feels like this is all so wrong but at the same time, it feels so right. thinking that it wouldn't be much of a problem later on (and you did basically grant him permission), he eventually wraps his arm around you too. fingers delicately tapping beats on your exposed shoulder, slowly lulling you to sleep
"wonbin.." you murmur against his chest. wonbin hums, indicating that he was listening and paying attention
"i'm so happy that i met you" you mumbled, "i never met.. anyone like you..”
wonbin chuckles, you were just sleep talking at this point but it did make him feel warm inside that you felt that way towards him. because if he was being honest, he felt the same too
it's silence after that. the only sound that could heard was your light snores. looks like you finally fell asleep
in wonbin's arms at that
wonbin takes this time to take a good look of your face up close. this was the second time you two are this up close with each other. something really did shift between the two of you ever since that kiss cause why the hell were you so comfortable with him like this ever since
he tucks your hair behind your ear again. fingers delicately tracing your face before he gently rubs his thumbs across the apples of your cheeks, smiling softly as he watches you sleep peacefully
"i'm happy to meet you too" he lightly chuckles, knowing you couldn’t hear him.
too tired to get up and cross the street to go back to his own place, he figured that it wouldn't be much of a problem to sleep over for the first time and you did tell him to stay after all
with his eyelids growing heavier by the minute, he drapes the blanket over the two of you before he dozes off to sleep with you in his arms
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kinktober - day 29 - hunter & prey
kate x f!reader | 3.3k words cw: horror/supernatural, stalking, victim-blaming, manipulation, gaslighting, violence, blood, compulsion/glamour, minor character death a/n: while reader is physically featureless, her voice is described for radio, including trained for clear diction + articulation, and sultry + rasping sounding. just a heads up. also, i took a lot of liberties wth the tech. this was meant to clock in around 1k. no, i don't know what this is. summary: kate places a certain kind of collect call. banner by @/cafekitsune | kinktober list
You arrive at the station well after sunset and relieve the second shift.
The time flashes when you clock in, a perfect and punctual 11:00 PM, and as you hang your keys, you hear the automatic coffee maker whirr to life in the kitchenette. You’ve been working these shifts for a while now, and the late hours and routine are like an old coat—heavy but well-worn. Comfortable and broken in to fit. 
You grab a mug and slip into the booth. 
Once the headphones are on, the world outside shrinks. It’s just you, the equipment, and the airwaves. Your job is simple: ensure the tunes persist, avoid dead air, and take calls. The latter rarely ever happens. Your coverage area is largely rural, with the highway sourcing most callers. Truckers and roadtrippers set on reaching wherever they’re headed, racing the dawn to shave off hours. Scattered in the night. For the majority of your shift, you're just there to keep things running smoothly and uninterrupted.
And although you know you’re never speaking to just one person, the calls feel personal and private. Like it’s just you and them on the air. Your tone is coached low and intimate, trained for clarity and articulation. Fine-tuned modulation. A sultry, rasping voice put on, in short, to keep your listeners company in the scarce moments you need to.
Some hours in, the switchboard lights up.
You feed them your usual greeting, eyes already surveying the song queue. Nine times out of ten, your callers are older men in their semi trucks, with some nostalgic number on their minds. Tonight, though, a woman chirps down the line. 
“Thanks for taking my call. Long night?”
“Isn’t it always?”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The pause that follows makes you fidget. Even if nobody cares about your timeslot, even if you’re more security guard than host—you can’t entertain too much talking. Especially platitudes.
“Too true. What’s your request?”
Another pause. Your finger hovers over the dump button.
“You know the song ‘When the Sun Hits’?”
It’s already pulled up in the library by the time she finishes asking. Nostalgic, indeed. “Slowdive, 1993? Yeah, I’ll have add it to the lineup for you, caller, after–”
“What about ‘Some Velvet Morning’?” 
You stare at the blinking light of the call. Nobody ever interrupts you. Swallowing, you laugh, a touch irritated. “I can play both of those in a bit, I promise. Big fan of Slowdive? ”
“Not really, but oh, I bet you have a pretty face to match that voice, huh?”
Heat flares beneath your skin and you dump the last seven seconds, then disconnect. You check the computer, sighing in relief when the program cuts you off at ‘promise’, and seamlessly transitions into the next song. You jot down the time and a note about the incident, then block the phone number. 
You let go of a long, aggravated sigh and stare out the window closest to the booth. It’s pitch black outside. Dawn is hours away.
Being a woman on air, this is, unfortunately, part and parcel of your work. Creeps whisper some lines about your voice and what they imagine your body to look like. The fact it’s a woman is a first, but bad behavior is bad behavior. You add the songs to the queue for continuity and fetch another cup of coffee.
That’s the end of that.
Marc, the second shift host, points to a printout in the booth before he leaves one night.
“No need to run the story again, but the boss wants to make sure this place is locked tight. Alright?” 
You skim the notice, squinting at the text and then the blurred, black-and-white images: a man’s driver’s license photo and a plate. The word ‘missing’ below them, and a brief incident statement from the sheriff. Some man wandered off from his broken-down vehicle and hasn’t been seen since.
“Do they think he’s some psycho killer, then? An escapee?”
“Nah, don’t think so. I heard from my cousin,” Marc leers down his nose. “Who’s dating a deputy, that they found blood all over the car. Poor bastard’s corpse is probably face down in bluestem and buckthorn. Or in pieces at the mile markers.”
Your lips curl in disgust at the picture that paints and your coworker’s macabre. 
While Marc’s headlights in the parking lot shine through the panes, you check the door and windows.
“...and you’re live. What’s your request?”
“Hello again.”
Your heart jumps, fingers already flying over the keyboard to check the block list. “Hi. What’s your request?” The show must go on.
“How about ‘Private Eyes’? Hall and Oates.” 
Your brain struggles to reconcile what you’re hearing and what you’re reading: Blocked — inappropriate conduct toward the host. It’s right there, timestamped and all, but a second look at the current call slumps your shoulders. A new number.
She must’ve spoofed it.
“Yeah, I can play that. Have a goodnight.”
You hang up, cutting off whatever unwelcomed compliment she had for you this time, and block the number. It rankles, though, why someone would go through the trouble of using a fake number to call. And a week later? A shameful part of you preens, horrifyingly flattered by the idea of some disaffected woman finds your voice alone so alluring she’s compelled to hear it.
Not like many people trip over themselves for an underpaid, wannabe radio personality, anyway.
The woman calls again. And again. And again.
You’re a captive audience. Forced to keep the conversation as light and breezy as possible, as well as short. She keeps her requests locked behind small talk, always a compliment or two deep. 
You sounded great last night when you introduced that Fleetwood Mac hour, sweetie.
You’ve got no competition in the county, that’s for sure.
I could listen to you read Radiohead’s entire discography.
Your least favorite? 
Hope you keep yourself warm and rest your voice. It’s a cold one tonight.
However, you learn a single detail. A name. A token you earn after threading your desperation through the grit of your teeth.
“You know, you’re one of my long-time listeners, and frequent callers,” You cajole, stomach churning at the act. “What should I call you?”
“Watcher.” 
After the dozenth call, you stop allowing her past your spiel. She leaves you hot under the collar and squirming in your chair every time. Irritation sinks its teeth into your chest when you slam the phone down; its force crushing and unrelenting. Yet somewhere in your stomach, there’s a flicker of heat, unwelcome and mortifying, responding to the suggestion in her voice despite yourself. She’s wearing you down, draining what reserves you have. You think about ignoring the phone altogether, yanking its cord out of the wall, but you know it wouldn’t fly.
You write a report, detail your ‘conversations’ and their frequency, and stay late to intercept the station owner and morning host. Ron. He’s prime time, the commuter show that nets all the ads. The money maker. He gives you two minutes to explain the mysterious woman and her unsettling comments—but that’s all he gives you. 
“And ‘I bet you have a pretty face to match that voice’ is the worst she’s said? She’s only said ‘hello’ the other times?”
A muscle in your jaw twitches.
“Well, yes, but–”
“Look, kid, I don’t know what you want me to do. You have the power, it’s your show,” He handwaves, slapping the coffee pot as it sputters to life. “Block the numbers. Dump her calls. Sounds like another bored housewife with a chip on her shoulder. Probably unsatisfied, or her husband’s two-timing.”
Your nose wrinkles with every syllable. “So I’m just supposed to put up with it? I have to deal with it alone?”
His eyebrows lift, then plummet, as if they’re about to punch the wire frame glasses right off his face. “You don’t have to do anything. Plenty of butts want that seat. Podcasts and radio shows are cool again,” he emphasizes with an exaggerated undulation of his arms. “So yeah, I suggest you toughen up. Gonna need a thick skin if you want to move on, y’know. Those guys eat girls like you for breakfast.”
Ron excuses himself and leaves you seething outside the booth.
The worst part is that he’s not entirely wrong. While you plan to eventually move on to a bigger station, maybe head East—you’ll need grit. The shock jocks and talking heads? They’re old guard. Yeah, Ron’s a jerk, but you do wield some power here. Even if it’s only in the middle of the night and pre-dawn.
Another man disappears off the highway. Closer to the facility by miles. Troopers find his truck overturned in a ditch and publicly disclose that beer bottles were found strewn about the crash site. Probably a drunk driver.
Marc doesn’t believe it for a moment and tells you as much when you clock in.
Ron declines to hear you out about your stranger again, but he installs a bigger deadbolt.
“Why are you doing this? Why do you keep calling me?”
“Rockwell, if you don’t mind.”
“Please tell me.”
“And the song, well, you know which song,” she sighs, wistful. “A little on the nose, but…”
“Watcher—“
You panic and press the dump button three times, causing a glitch that leads to thirty seconds of silence between tracks. Ron leaves a scrawling, angry note the next day, written in a hand so furious, it’s near-illegible: any more dead air and somebody else will take your chair.
Maybe you ought to quit, but it’s his voice in the back of your head that echoes—thick skin.
You spend another week on air, fingers itching for Watcher’s next call.
It’s humiliating, the anticipation. It buzzes under your skin and along your nerves as if a circuit somewhere inside you is just waiting to trip. It keeps you on the edge of your seat as you pretend to focus on the queue, gaze darting to and from the phone. The few seconds between tracks seem longer than usual, each pause stretching thin with expectation. 
When the tiny green bulb finally lights up, you answer before it even rings, barely bothering with the script. She doesn’t interrupt, but she seems frantic.
“Don’t disconnect. Transfer me to the internal line. It’s urgent.”
Rolling your eyes, you mutter an agreement. You dump the seconds to preserve the show and move songs around to prolong your window of time. This is your chance to confront whoever the hell Watcher is. Thick skin.
“Are you there?”
“Yes.” She sounds relieved. “I appreci–”
“Don’t care. Listen, Watcher.” You hiss. “I clearly cannot stop you from spoofing your number or calling into the station, but I will report you if you keep saying weird shit to me. The sheriff will trace wherever you’re calling from, nail a restraining order to your ass, and they have enough problems right now.”
Silence hangs so thick on the line you could reach out and touch it. You imagine her on the other end, maybe drumming her fingers, listening, waiting for you to give something away. The longer you sit, the angrier you grow.
“Still there? What’s so goddamn urgent, huh?” Your molars grind together.
She hangs up.
A month passes. Four weeks of silence. Not long enough to lull you into letting your guard down, but enough that you jump when the internal line rings.
Fuck. You should’ve called the sheriff and told them about her, about your suspicions, as far-fetched as they feel. Chewing your thumb, you stare as she calls once, twice—three times—before she leaves a voicemail. It plays above the lowered volume of the music.
“I know you’re there.”
Reflexively, you glance at the window. It’s a void beyond the glass. You know she means the show.
“And I’m still here…Look, I’m calling to apologize. I know I pushed my luck. I’ve been trying to apologize for weeks, but you keep hanging up. So if you’ll—” 
You snatch the phone off the hook and hiss into it. “Yeah? And who’s fault is that?”
It takes a moment for her to respond, apparently taken off-guard.
“Mine, I know.” She says quietly. “And I am sorry. Really. I wish I could explain it. That first night I heard you? You charmed me immediately. That’s no excuse, I know, but…” 
There’s a whooshing on her end and tires rumbling on the road. Your ears perk further at the faint sound of music—Leather and Lace. She’s still listening to the show. A slight tremor runs through you.
“Are you driving truck? Is that why you’re calling? Because you’re bored?”
She hums. It tickles your ear. “Mm, no, but I’m on the road a lot, and I was bored until I heard you. I was just playing with the dial looking for background noise.”
“Not enough to act like a creep, so you have to call me ‘background noise’?”
Watcher laughs, and the metallic click of a lighter punctuates the sound. “Well, that’s what I used it for at first. Now it’s more of my soundtrack while I work and eat. I find the music pleasing of course, but I didn’t fully understand the phrase ‘voice for radio’ until I heard you. Ah, can you hold for a moment? I hope I’m not, hm, causing more problems like this. I’d hate to upset you even more.”
Maybe it’s because it’s the longest you’ve let her speak, but you find yourself admiring her voice. It’s clear, steady, and strangely insistent. It washes over you like a gentle tide, smoothing out your tension, each word suffusing you with a tranquility. They unwind something tight in your chest, and you’re suddenly nodding along as if she’s defanged your frustration. Uprooted each of its teeth one by one.
“It’s…fine.”
She mutes the call, and you snap out of it enough to double-check the line-up for the next break in music. When the line opens again, you hear footsteps on gravel.
“I hear you breathing. You’re still there.” The stranger laughs a little. Disbelief evident in her tone. “Does this mean I’m forgiven?”
Hm. Why were you even mad in the first place?
The words tumble out in a dream-like state. “Yeah, I forgive you.”
“Good. I tend to be forward,” Her earnestness makes you grin. Traitor, something distant echoes from the recesses of your mind. “But I won’t pester you over the airwaves anymore. Do me a favor, won’t you?”
You hum. “Okay.”
“I want you to pack the queue for the next several hours, and then I want you to hang up. After that…Who is…? Oh he’s–Shit–”
The line abruptly cuts out, then click. Dial tone. You blink, surprised by how quickly the connection evaporates, the warmth of a conversation snatched away, leaving you almost reeling. The phone finds its cradle, but the disorienting rush that follows makes you feel both acutely aware and utterly detached. A few minutes pass in a haze.
Then, the door to the station opens. The missing notices taped to the booth flutter in the night’s breeze, and Ron appears. His hands lift in an enthusiastic greeting, though you can’t make out what he says. The dense paneling muffles his rambling as he slams the door behind him and engages the bolts.
As he trudges through the office, things sharpen. Clarify.
He is screaming. 
He is limping.
Blood pours from a deep gash in his thigh and a gaping wound on his shoulder.
Your chair clatters to the ground behind you as you scramble to your feet. The headphones wrench off of your head as the cord yanks them back. Reality frays at the seams right in front of you as he stumbles closer, struggling with how much blood trails behind him. You struggle to think, rooted to the spot in horror, with your heart thundering in your ears.
Ron shrieks and points. 
The phone.
Call for help.
You nearly fumble twice, tucking it into your shoulder to throw open desk drawers for bandaids or duct tape—but the line’s dead. You hear nothing but one track fade into the next and the booth’s door rattling open.
“You’ve got–got to help me,” He slurs, slumping against the door, gradually lowering to the ground. “It’s–It’s out–” He gurgles then retches, reaching for you with a trembling hand. Blood drips from his mouth, staining his lips and chin. 
The sound of wood splintering stops him short, reverberating through the office like a gunshot. 
Your eyes latch onto the station’s entrance, bulging at the warp of the wood and a fist-sized crater. The newer deadbolt is knocked clean off, the hinges bent and barely hanging on. Through the fissures, you see movement, and—something slams into it again, this time shattering the door into pieces. You flinch as jagged hunks of wood fly through the air, ricocheting off furniture and the walls. A few smash into the booth. Cracks spiderweb across the glass surface, fracturing across the width of the panel, but not enough to break.
“On air, g-get on air,” Ron wheezes, clutching his chest.
Nodding, you grab the headset and shove it to your ear, but before you can reach for the microphone, a figure appears in the doorway.
A woman. Watcher.
“Don’t do that, sweetheart,” She croons, mouth unmoving, her voice crackling through the driver regardless. It slips closer, an intimate murmur, even when the headset slips through your hands. Although she’s across the room, you almost sense her behind you, and each word susurrates into the shell of your ear. Meant for just you. “Not when I’ve finally found you. Won’t you come closer?”
You can’t move. Between the dying man at your feet and the esurient look on her face, you’re torn. Your limbs shake, wanting to go to her, but the death rattles of your boss and self-preservation beg you to stay.
“I can hear your heartbeat. Didn’t think I’d get your sweet blood pumping so fast, but I swear I didn’t mean to. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, but that’s life.” Her head tilts with a shrug. “Now. Come here, sweetheart.”
Ron’s gasping turns wetter. 
You step over him.
“Remember what I told you, the first time I called?”
Swallowing, you weave through bits of smashed door and furniture. “‘I bet you have a pretty face…’”
“‘…to match that voice’, that’s right.” She finishes and smiles. This time, her mouth moves when she speaks. “I knew I was right. Felt it in my bones. You are a lovely creature, aren’t you? Give us a turn.”
It feels as though you’re moving through water, your limbs sluggish and far too relaxed for the amount of blood soaking into the carpet beneath your feet. The notion that something is wrong dances at the edge of your awareness. Easily ignored as you comply, twirling directly into her reach in front of the ruined doorway.
Through half-lidded eyes, you stare into your Watcher’s face.
Severe yet gentle. Penitent yet pitiless. Her mouth tugs upward, faintly, something in the taut line of her jaw, and a flicker in her gaze, a brief unease, like she’s sifting through her thoughts.
You wish you could comfort her. It seems like she needs it.
“You’re beautiful.” she whispers, gathering you to her chest. Her arms are lean, but there’s no give in her embrace. “Much too beautiful for radio.” She looks past you, where everything’s gone quiet save for the music. “We should go.”
That sounds nice. But.
“Okay, but can I load the queue until my boss comes in? He’ll be upset if I don’t at least do that.”
Watcher smiles and swipes a slick thumb over your cheek. It smells like iron. “Of course.”
The sun sits just beneath the horizon when the coffee maker runs.
Marc finds Ron’s body after hours of radio silence.
Nobody finds you.
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The Ranger's Legacy - Boothill x Reader | Part 1
Genre - Slow burn, flirting, potential romcom with some serious undertones. WIP.
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You leaned back in your chair, heaving a slow and weary sigh. The phone call had ended abruptly, your ever-returning client sounded like he was in shambles, his voice tired and raspy through the shoddy line. It had been roughly 3 years since his last visit, and in those 3 years, you had spent extensive time researching both the software and hardware around his complex computing system that made up his bodily autonomy.
Boothill wasn't someone to shy away from danger. He also wasn't the type to take impersonation kindly, apparently. And he would be in your office within moments if he didn't get sidetracked along the way.
You had just finished with a client, a young man with a severe case of mineral deficiency and fatigue when you heard chatter from the lobby area followed by doors slamming and the receptionist doing her best to keep the surprise visitor from making himself welcome in your office.
You sighed as the door was shoved open, a tall, seemingly slender man in a cowboy hat with ink-stained white hair stood in the doorway, the receptionist heaving from running after him.
"Put me in the bubble Doc, I need a rewire and a forkin' break after all the fun I've had to put up with. And make it hasty, yeah? My joints are achin' somethin' fierce. My dumbfork of a handgun jammed again and I can't be bothered to fix it myself. Doctors touch is magic, yeah?" Boothill grinned through sharp teeth, his gaze seemingly tender and kind even though you could see through the farce.
You gestured him to the back beyond the regular clinical area that was otherwise off-limits to other clients. You gave the receptionist an apologetic look and she nodded in understanding.
"I'll go ahead and reschedule your last appointment, they never called for a follow-up after their consultation so it wouldn't be a difficult phone call anyway." She said meekly.
"Thank you, Sandra, go ahead and close up for the day while you're at it. It's almost Happy Hour at the pub." You gave her a wink and Sandra beamed at your generosity, swift on her feet to close the door and make her way back to finish her tasks.
You turned around from the closed door, heaving a heavy sigh, and began to clean up the small area meant for regulars. Putting away the clipboard of patient notes and returning various basic med kit items to their designated shelves you tried not to think too much about the ongoing noise from the room further in. Opening a door labeled with "Off Limits to Staff and Patients" you took in the sight and crossed your arms.
Boothill sat in a chair, his hat and sache neatly placed on the side table as he was doing the initial work to disassemble his handgun, a literal firearm built into his left and right arms, a mechanical system that should be seamless if he took care of himself.
"You know, if you weren't so damn impatient and actually listened to me your body wouldn't be collapsing on itself." You said as you took over, grabbing his arm and adjusting the mechanical array of impressive technical work.
"Oh you wound me Doc. Why of course I listen to you, you're the only dang person on this shirt-stain of a planet with the intellect in both fancy doctorial business and technology with your uh, well whatever it is your title is anyway." He replied in earnest.
"I'm a general practice doctor, Boothill. And it just so happens, for your sorry ass anyway, that I used to work in the technological division of a certain organization we both choose to not acknowledge anymore. Now shut your mouth before I reset your vocal system as well."
"Oh Doc, you wouldn't do that. You're too kind to this rusty son-of-a-nice-lady. How have you been in the time since I've last been here? If I may add, your office looks like some real cow shirt."
You shot him a look without raising your head, garnering a light laugh from the Galaxy Ranger. As robotic as his appearance may be, his actions and personality were more human than some. He was still humble, if not a bit brash. There was a kindness to him beneath all the metal and bullet cases.
"Why the rush into the bubble? Didn't get enough rest in Penacony? You were there for a long while." You carefully placed the removed pistol onto the counter opposite where Boothill sat and began to look through drawers for wool and lubricant.
"I don't even know where to begin with that fork-fest. The lady who was impersonating me wound up being on the same dang team, call that a forkin' surprise, yeah? Aye, that there lube better not be generic, I ain't no simpleton."
You rolled your eyes as you uncapped the lubricant spray and doused the pistol evenly all over. "You know better than to question me Boothill, I'm the one who patches you up and cleans up your mess. And from the looks of it, you got rust building around the gears where your arm receptors patch in. Why haven't you been here sooner for maintenance? Slept like a baby in Penacony?"
Boothill sighed and leaned back in his seat, looking down at his disassembled arm. "Truth is Doc, I ain't been all that honest with ya. The Penacony trip was two years ago, whole mess that fork-fest was. But I got the dang fella who decimated my home, got the closure I needed to move on. But I ain't feel complete yet, like somethin' is missin' and I haven't found it. I've seen and done so many damn things but it ain't enough."
You sighed and sat on a stool and rolled the seat up to his side, taking his other arm and examining where the arm met the elbow. "You got your revenge that you've been so desperate to get, but you haven't thought about the after Boothill. You never think that far ahead either way."
"Oh well ain't you a smart-butt. I do have a plan."
"Yeah?"
"Fork yeah!"
"Tell me about this plan then."
"I... Well... I just-"
"For fucks sake Boothill, going around the cosmos and killing bad guys like some superhero isn't a plan!"
"Yes the fork it is!"
You dropped his arm and shot him a look. "No, it's not. You're not getting any younger Boothill. You need to move on. You need to retire, focus on preserving whatever humanity you have, and move on. The cosmos have their heroes, the new generation of Rangers are doing fine, the Nameless are doing fine."
"There are kids out there that need saving!" Boothill shouted, his hands balled into fists. "Families need help, children need homes, the forkin' IPC ain't doin' anybody any favors. We wouldn't be here if the world was such a fine and dandy place, Doc."
You knew firsthand that the topic of family and survival was a touchy subject for him. "You can't save everybody Boothill, try as you might, you'll just get yourself killed. If not from bullets then by fatigue. Whose gonna save you when you're down?"
"You, Doc." He forced a toothy grin and you couldn't help but chuckle. You took his elbow again, noting the small build-up of rust and worn-down metal where the joints connect. You've tried and failed many times to get Boothill to retire the badge, to relax and accept what life has dealt not just him, but countless others. He was more stubborn than a mule, and trying to convince him otherwise was like talking to a wall.
"You really wanna get in the bubble?" You asked him blankly.
"I got sand all in and around my joints and my wiring got stiff. I can't taste my liquor and my sense of smell is all over the place. Format me, Doc."
You rolled your eyes and got up, making your way to a pod-like capsule that connected to various parts of the ceiling. Its machinery and cable management were tidy, something you made sure of when Boothill came down to visit for maintenance. You took a wired tablet from the slot near the pod and began to swipe through menus, preparing the system for a routine maintenance.
He got up and began to undress the attire he typically had on, pilling it by his hat and sache before stepping inside the pod. His arms and legs slotted into their designated spots and he took a deep breath.
"I improved the system handling while you were gone. The removal process should go smoothly so you'll barely feel a thing." You spoke over the hum of the awakened capsule, its server coming alive as the pod lights flickered on and Boothill was immersed in a soft blue light.
"I sure as hell hope so, Doc." He rested his head back and closed his eyes. Four robot claws drew down from the top of the pod as the transparent door closed. You watched from outside as the four-pronged hands began to remove Boothills arms and legs, careful actions that closely mimicked your own. You heard a chuckle from the pod and glanced up at the only visible human feature Boothill had.
"I'll be damned Doc, this piece of short is smoother than last time. Dare I say better than your fancy hands!" He let out a hearty laugh that you couldn't help but smile at.
"It's been three years, I've had a lot of time to get this thing up to your bougie standards. Once your limbs are off it'll automatically get into cleaning your systems. You'll be out in less than an hour."
"The fork you callin' bougie?"
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Writing is hard but Hoolay is harder. Jkjk... I had this in the drafts since June and now that 2.7 is coming up I figured I'd dabble in finding some sorta conclusion. Who knows how long this'll be, but I hope y'all like it!
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thetorturedfagdepartment · 3 days ago
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⇢ ˗ˏˋ Halloween Heartbeat ࿐ྂ
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A/N: Hiii!!! First fic + Real post on tumblr :3 I hope you guys enjoy this fic! I took a good amount of time on it and hope to get it to 3 chapters before Halloween ends! Anywho enjoy!!! (Also I put it into grammarly so I hope the spelling and grammar is good…)
Tags: Fluff, Modern Au, Halloween Horror nights, Scare Actor Ellie, Ellie x F Reader, Strangers to Lovers?, Men DNI!!!
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Your friends love Halloween Horror Nights! You on the other hand— not so much… You guys had just made it out of a house and god were you panicked… Breathing heavy, hands sweaty, vision a little blurry—
“Hey you okay?” one of your friends says placing their hand on your shoulder causing you to jump. “Damn hey chill— we can leave if you want—“
“No!” You shout cutting them off “I’m good I’ll just wait outside the next one.”
Your friends nod and they head to the next house. They wave you goodbye and you stand outside. You see a sweet treat spot across the house and make your way over. The area was crowded and filled with people in costumes, and scare actors and you just tried to stay calm and ignore it.. until a scare actor with short messy auburn hair came up behind you with a chainsaw, she pulled it and it rumbled. You let out a piercing scream, mixed with some tears. She freezes and sees how panicky you are. She then starts to feel bad causing her to break character.
“Hey, Hey, Hey… it’s fake.” She turns it off and touches the blades “See fake.”
You nod and wipe the tears, you have been filled with so much fear and anxiety since you got here.
“S—sorry… I’m usually not this pathetic.” You chuckle and she shakes her head.
“You’re not pathetic, everyone gets scared..” She smiled, you see her pretty eyes and freckles. Although they were mostly covered by the fake blood she had on. She had baggy jeans and a somewhat white tank top drenched in blood and fake cuts all over her. “I’m Ellie,” she extends a hand.
“It’s nice to meet you, Ellie,” you shake her hand and exchange introductions. She was really sweet.
“Actually um— I’m about to start my break how about I meet you in there and buy you a treat?” She says with a warm smile that sends shivers down your spine. You look over and notice your friends have just gotten out of the house.
“I— um—.. oh my friends are back.” You say turning her down.
She seems very upset as you reject her.
“Omg we leave you alone for like 3 minutes and you already get a girl?” One of your friend’s jokes.
“Come onnn, tell us who’s the lady who stole our best friend…” Another one says shaking you gently.
“I’m Ellie, don’t worry guys I’m just about to hand her back. But first I want your number. If that’s okay..?”
You think for a second and nod smiling with a faint blush. You then take out your phone and exchange numbers.
“Heh.. thanks I’ll see you around.” She walks away leaving you with your friends cheering for you getting her number.
A few weeks had passed since then, and you and Ellie have begun texting often. She makes you laugh, smile, and blush, every time you guys text its butterflies. She just knows how to make you happy.. Ellie told you what time her shift ended and she had given you some sneaky tickets to come back whenever. You decide maybe it’s time to surprise her..
You get into a cute outfit hoping she’ll like it, even throwing on some makeup… just to give yourself an extra bit of pizazz. You head out the door looking super cute— all just for her.
As you arrive and head into the park, all of the anxiety from a few weeks ago comes right back. The loudness, the people, the scare actors… it’s all just too much. You walk into the gates and brace yourself. Ellie said she's over in the Terror Tram today.. Perfect. Far. You brace yourself, walking through the crowd, and scare zones trying to not cry and pee yourself. One specific actor wouldn’t leave you alone. He chases you through the entire zone. You scream and run quickly but he won’t leave! You end up bumping into someone.
A familiar freckled auburn-haired girl just so happens to be the one you run into…
“Hey, hey.. what’s going on it’s me… w—wait why are you here..?” She tries to calm you down and reassure you, but she’s a bit confused as to why you’re here.
“H—he—he won’t stop chasing me!” You point at the tall man with nice black hair and clown makeup on, who just so happened to have been chasing you with a knife.
“Him? Oh, that’s Jesse.. Jesse!! Get your ass over here!” Ellie calls him over. You then grab her hand and stand next to her.
“Yeah, Elles? Oh look you caught her!” He chuckles. He’s taller, sorta broad, and has medium-length black hair.
“Leave her alone. She’s my — uh…” she blushes and looks away “—friend…”
“Oh, so I’m just a friend now?” You chuckle nudging her.
“Hush.”
“Well it’s nice to meet you Ellie’s just a friend. I’m Ellie’s friend Jesse, and that’s Dina another one of our friends.” He points to a pretty girl dressed up as a killer broken doll.
“Friends? You guys broke up again.” Ellie shakes her head and rolls her eyes.
“You know Dina…” Jesse shakes his head.
You seeing Ellie interact with her friend is kinda cute.. it’s a side you had yet to see of her, and now you’re worried you won’t be able to get it out of your head.. after a few moments they start saying bye.
“Well see ya, I’m still on the clock, and apologies for scaring the shit out of you,” Jesse says as he walks off.
“He seems nice, you know not when he acts like he’s gonna kill me…” you say giving her a dorky smile.
“Yeah, now what are you doing here? I told you my shift was over soon remember I was gonna go to your place.” She says shaking her head and letting out some tongue clicks.
“I know!!! I just wanted to surprise you…”
“Hey that’s really cute and sweet but I don’t want you coming here by yourself knowing you’re gonna be scared,” Ellie says giving you a reassuring smile.
“Okay, okay.. fine I won’t do it again.” You then smile back at her.
“Atta girl. Now, I’m off the clock, and its uhhhh 10 pm? How about we go grab some fast food and head back to your place, I’ll get the food and you set up your living room for a fun hangout night, huh?” Ellie smiles, and a cute pink rose tint appears on her freckled cheeks.
You agree and like Ellie says she heads over to grab some burgers, fries, drinks, and a nice ice cream each for you guys. As you wait for her you set up the living room. On your way home you decided to get some Halloween things. Such as cute spooky blankets, some cobwebs, fake pumpkins, and cute little ghost plushies. You dimmed the lights and sat on the couch waiting for her.
Ellie comes in with the food and locks your door back.
“Woahhhh cute.. I really like how you decorated the place. You know, you didn’t need to do all that.” Ellie says setting the food down and handing you, your drink. She shakes her head and chuckles taking a seat next to you.
“Yeah, I know but I wanted to make the living room look all cute..” You blush slightly and grab the food.
“So what is this like a date now?” Ellie says taking a bite of her burger.
“… if you want it to be…” you then look her in the eyes.
“I— um .. w—well yeah…” Ellie blushes feeling a bit flustered and jittery inside. It’s been a while since she had felt this way. Maybe a little too long..?
You nod your head and you guys eat dinner, with a little bit of chit-chatting here and there. You guys finish the burgers and fries and eat your ice cream cuddling on the couch.
Eventually, Ellie clears her throat and brings up the topic of movies.
“Sooo what do you wanna watch pretty girl.”
Pretty girl…
“Uhh I don’t know, I’m not that much into horror so as long as it’s not that I’m fine.” You say taking a lick of your ice cream.
“I should’ve guessed that.. well come on we have to watch something spooky or at least like with mythical creatures!” Ellie nudges you and laughs.
“Okay then..”
You get up and grab a DVD, you then insert it in your PlayStation.
“A DVD? Come on how old are you 40?” Ellie says with a stupid snort-laugh.
You then play your DVD and Ellie has no clue what you put on.
“Soooo what did you choose?”
“You’ll see…”
“I swear to god if it’s stupid I’m literally gonna murder you.. this time with a real chainsaw.” Ellie groans and you guys finish your ice creams and lay back.
Then the intro rolls in.
“You’re fucking kidding me right..? Twilight.” Ellie groans, rubbing her face, and shoves you off of her.
“Come on what’s so bad with Twilight!” You then scoot back over and flick her nose causing it to scrunch.
“It’s corny! I always cringe! I mean the plot is good it’s just cringe all right!!” Ellie whines but soon she sucks it up for your sake.
As the movie plays Ellie makes some snobby jokes and you just bounce back. About halfway through the movie she just stares at you…
You feel her gaze and look at her. Causing her to look away, a soft blush appears on her and you giggle. Butterflies sent straight to her stomach. You don’t stop staring… you keep looking at her. She’s beautiful, how has no one already swooped her off her feet…? God you wanna kiss her— what..?
“Uh— you’re … missing the best part…” Ellie says clearing her throat and still blushing like a dork.
“I’ve seen it 1000 times… Ellie I—“ You then lean in for a kiss.
Ellie’s eyes widen as her lips press yours. She places a hand on the side of your cheek leaning towards you gently kissing you. Your hands wrap around her waist as you guys cuddle while you kiss. The kiss is long and gentle.
The kiss finally breaks and a tiny piece of salvia strings between you two. Ellie chuckles wiping her lips.
“You’re so cute..” she says smiling like a dork.
“Yeah… right back at you.”
You have no regrets about going to that stupid amusement park a few weeks ago now.
Read part 2 here!
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thesharktanksdriver · 1 day ago
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Determination!: The all blue night (platonic)
Masterlist for the series.
I put in Zeff’s manga reasoning for loosing a leg this one cause it makes more sense and is much more impactful in my opinion. Like I get they didn’t want to put in he ate his own leg to survive because it’s super dark but I digress. Sorry for the slow rate I’m writing stuff school has been taking a big toll on me inspiration wise and kinda mentally too lol
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At some point in a long while hunger becomes or less like second nature
You knew the feeling intimately
It starts as a burning pit that consumes your entire stomach
Eating through stomach lining as acid boils over and spills into the rest of you
It travels and burns
Eating you away as hands scrape against the midriff to try and alleviate the ache
The pain
The want
The need
The agony
But eventually the pain becomes background noise
As does all pain after so long
You’d died so many times in so many different ways and yet starvation is one thing that is familiar to you
And like how death is your friend whom you see oh so often
So is hunger
Nights spent alone clutching a completely empty stomach
The pain becoming almost a comforting sensation in its familiarity
At some point you’d just accepted that your stay hungry
That even when dying over and over again and occasionally treating yourself to a meal you’d stay hungry
Because even when you ate it was never enough
Stomach still aching and swirling in its emptiness and collapsing in on itself
At some point a long time ago you used to go to bed with a full stomach and now each night your rocked to sleep by the pain of an empty one
Things used to be different
And you can’t remember what that was like anymore
So you just accepted as it was
And so you accepted you’d be forever hungry
Ending up a cruise ship wasn’t your intention but just as most things that happen to you it quickly becomes a new experience
And as always you go with the flow of things
Ending up on the cruise wasn’t planned
Nor was ending up somehow being found by a young chef boy who helped cover for you
But as always fate seemed to have different plans
And you just rolled with it
The boy’s name was Sanji, he was 10 and helped you hide in the storage area of the cruise
At night he’d sneak you out
With hands much like your own, scarred yet retaining a soft and caring quality he’d guide you through the halls
Past the creaky floorboards he knew by heart after 2 years of apparently living on this ship
Through the elegant dining rooms that housed grand chandeliers and checkerboard floors
Beneath the white table cloths of spotless tables he and you sit
Quietly looking at recipe books together or sharing stories between the two of you
Sanji was apparently from the north blue originally, but found himself on the cruise that now housed him called the orbit
The chefs found him one night
Scared and alone pillaging the kitchen
They took pity on him, partially out of genuine concern and intrigue at seeing the spark of talent in him
And since then he’s been cooking and calling this place “home”
Though that was a vague term
Much like yourself Sanji had ambitions beyond this small boat cruising the sea
He wanted to find something
Wanted to be something beyond an errand boy
Wanted to cook for anyone who’d have his food
To ensure they didn’t go to bed hungry
The way he describes it to you under a table in candlelight resounds something in you
Especially since he then takes your hands, promising he’d ensure you’d be full
That you’ll have the best food he can provide
All for you
Someone who’s still a stranger to him
A stowaway on a cruise meant for upper crust but not quite celestial dragons (yet they both act the same either way)
And he still promises he’d do everything in his power to make you content
He cooks for you as if you were someone important and not a stowaway
You nod along not having the will to tell him he’d never be able to do that
Not when you can’t remember what being full felt like anyways
And so you lie and say your full after you finish a plate even if your still staving
His blinding smile is able to make you feel the pain momentarily go away anyways
Sanji tells you one night of a place called “the all blue”
Supposedly it was the place that connected the north, south, east, and west together
Creating a sea where creatures from all four seas could coexist together
It was a chef and fisherman’s dream
But it was just that
A dream
Unattainable and imaginary
Or…at least that’s what everybody else thought
But not Sanji
And certainly not you
He speaks so hopeful about his dream
Of finding the all blue
Of proving everyone wrong
Of making his dream come true
He has the spark to do it
You can tell by his eyes alone
Sapphire hued just like the waves of the ocean he seeks
Similarly he sees a spark in your eyes as well
Almost seeming to Glow in hazy candlelight
And as you say you believe in him
In his dream
Believed in him when no one else did
Well, who’s to say he couldn’t become more motivated
Especially when your eyes shine like stars above the sea
And when in the candlelight highlighted by luminous stars hidden in irises he asks you about your dream
And in a haze of memory and emotion you tell him a story
One you cannot remember now but he holds dear in his heart
The story of wanting
The story loss
The story of loneliness
The story of a family torn apart
And the story of a devil fruit
By the end of it all you and Sanji sit in a darkened kitchen
Two stowaways on the same ship (though one is welcomed and the other is a mystery)
Both connected through the spark of a dream to sail the seas
One’s purpose clear while the other is hazed
But either which way the two talk in an empty kitchen and eat
Unknowingly both know what it feels like to starve
And both know loss
The two of you make a pinky promise, when he finds the all blue you’ll be the first to have one of his meals and you promise you’ll always be his friend
The raid of the orbit comes out of nowhere and somehow predictable at the same time
You’d come to know that your luck was something that ran out quite fast
And unfortunately you were no stranger to things such as this
But typically when a ship went down you were on the deck
Now instead you were in the storage
Stood atop boxes that were quickly being eaten up by cold unforgiving water
Yelling and screams echoes down quickly flooding halls
Waves crashing so Harshly against the ship that it begins to crack the wood, doesn’t help that the invading ship is bumping into it either
Confusion spreading through you like wildfire as the water continues to raise higher and higher
If you were anyone else you’d be scared of dying to such a fate
But your not
Your more worried about Sanji as you trudge through the wading waves
Feet becoming heavier and heavier with each step you take
Feeling as if concrete was slowly forming shoes over your boots or chains manifesting from the cold water that sucks warmth from you
By now it’s just above your waist and the effects of it really begin to hit you
Soon enough you’d be immobile
Unable to move and frozen like a Statue for the waves that’ll sink you with it
If you didn’t die from the cold first but you doubted that
With how the steadily rising of it your definitely drowning before hypothermia or shock
Though at this point even the pain of choking on salt water, it quickly filling your lungs for the burn of air loss to help fill the liquid
But then you hear sloshing through the blaring of your ears
And your name
It echoes and for a moment you need a moment to realize what was said or who even called out
But then it hits you
Sanji
He came back for you
Came back knowing you’d be in danger
Came back knowing you were in an area with water
Came back knowing you’d be eaten up by the waves if he didn’t
Came back because he knew knew you ate a devil fruit
Shaking cold hands grab your own and he drags you with him
But at the point in which the water gets to the point of immobilizing you he decides to pick you up instead
Placing you on his back as he drags both himself and you through flooding halls
Water splashes
Yelling continues
Sanji’s rapidly thumbing heart echoes through your ribcage as you helplessly lay your head on his shoulder
He should’ve left you there to save himself
You say so to his face
But despite that he yells at you for being an idiot
About how in the hell you expected him to leave you there to die
Not when he promised he’d cook you the first meal he’d make when he found the all blue
Not when you were the only one who enjoyed his cooking
Through the chaos you and him stumble out into the deck
The boat rocking violently as rain and sea water pelts down on you like hail
Your still weak because of this, the water soaking you to the bone
But thoroughly out of being submerged you slink off of Sanji’s back
But he holds your hand
It shakes in your grip
He’s scared and you can’t blame him
Swords clash all around the two of you, and somehow both of you weave through the carnage
For reasons you don’t like to think about he seemed used to fighting just as you were
But unlike you who content in laying down and dying he fights
Sanji will die clawing to survive
It’s why he picks up a sword
Why he points it at a pirate despite the fact he won’t win
Why he pushes you behind him even if your stronger and older than him
Because Sanji cares
And that’s something very rare now in the world
Even when the captain of the crew comes up to the two of you Sanji doesn’t back down
He proudly declares his dream
To find the all blue
And within that captains eyes you see it
That same spark, that same dream, that same determination
Though it’s dying and faded it for a moment lights up once more
You see it before being engulfed by water and grasp for it
You, Sanji and the pirate known as Zeff end up on a barren rock in the middle of the ocean
No grass nor trees
Just a jutting stone too far up from the water to safely jump in from or fish
Stuck after the captain with dimming eyes saved both you and Sanji after a colossal wave swept the two of you off ship
In the water despite your attempts in making Sanji let you go he didn’t
His grip had held stead-strong as he kept trying to pull you up with him
Unable to even as air escaped his lungs
But Zeff intervened
And the three of you were alive for now
But you could hardly call this living
You sit with Sanji looking out towards the sea, hoping for a ship to cross by
The food given by Zeff won’t last long to feed either of you past a few days, you know that
Even if Sanji does his best to ration it between the two of you
You know one of you won’t survive
And you know you won’t let it be him
Starvation is not a new go around for you
It’s probably your most common death besides dehydration, drowning or hypothermia
But it’s not a fun way to go even if the pain of a empty stomach became commonplace for you
You can’t let Sanji die that way
Not before finding the all blue
So when he’s not looking you hid the food he gives you
Hiding each piece and scrap of moldy bread
Keeping it from his sapphire eyes that become more and more sunken like your own
Keeping the fact how much pain your in from him
You distract from it all by telling him more stories
Of singing songs even if your throat feels like sand paper is scraping against it with each word
Each syllable
Each hum
But you don’t care
Not when you see his eyes reignite with hope
Not when his sullen face pulls up into a smile when you tell him of when you learned piano from a crew who befriended a whale
Not when they sparkle with curiosity when hearing of a land atop the clouds with white winged people
Not when you see the slightest bit of ease when you tell him of the constellations
Pointing to the stars and explaining their meaning
Telling him how no one was ever truly alone when the stars hung and watched
That’s what’s you had told yourself after so many weeks alone drifting
That the stars were watching
That you weren’t alone as you clutched Roger’s coat closer
Everyone was made of stardust and in the end that’s where they returned when they died
You weren’t alone, not with the stars watching over you
Not when Roger was watching over you
As you lay awake while Sanji clings to you for warmth you pull the coat closer around the two of you
One night as Sanji slept you snuck to the other side of the island
Zeff doesn’t face you, but the smell of iron lingers in a scent as familiar as the sea to you
Blood
It stains the ground and air in its presence
It’s familiar to you though, even if that’s a sad fact to admit
Sitting down next to the old captain you look to the night sky
Your oldest friend of them all
Bleak and empty with the stars being the only boots of light penetrating the deep darkness
Dead stars continuing to shine even after being extinguished, their light still traveling eons away to hit your eyes in their gentle glow amidst the sorrow and joy of life
His hand trumps your shoulder as you sit next to him, he can probably feel the bone beneath now paper thing flesh
Fat being eaten away by your body to try and survive
Leaving you a shell of yourself even moreso than him or Sanji
He can tell, and despite not looking in his diminishing eyes you can sense the horror in them
His shaking hand is enough to tell you
But despite it all you smile at him, now looking at the weathered man
Your eyes speak volumes that he can’t decipher in such little amount of time
But even with that he sees the understanding and acceptance of your own fate
And it crushes him
Grinds him down to his very spirit
And Zeff is left speechless as you tend to his tourniquet and stump of a leg
Still bloody and raw
You don’t flinch at the sight at all
If anything you gaze at blood and gore as if it were normal
Examining it as if it were a paper cut before assuring him it’s luckily not infected and that he cut off his blood circulation correctly
How you knew this knowledge was beyond him
And yet you knew it all the same
Humming a soft tune to yourself that he hears softly in the daytime across the little barren rock of an island
It’s raspy and quiet
And at the same time hauntingly loud in his ears
It seems to linger there even as you go back to Sanji
As does the fact you know what your fate is
And that there’s nothing him nor the boy could do for you, your body on the cusp of death that nothing could change that
But all the same you smile and sing in the face of it all
As if awaiting death like an old friend at a bar
Drunk on the remaining days of your life as you sung songs awaiting his arrival
You’ve always known when your time was near, you always seemed to sense it before it had come
Maybe death was a sentient entity and you’d just been able to sense it better as time went on
Or maybe you were just so used to your body shutting down that you’d noticed the signs before it happened
But either which was you knew your time was soon
There was no crying about it
Nor shivers of fear
If anything it felt more like a release and a hopeful occasion
Because you’d be released from the hunger if only to feel your stomach become empty again (but for the moment you wake in that void where you clutch a golden star the pain is gone)
If only to be released from this barren prison and find a way to save Sanji and Zeff
Because if you died you could get them help
That was seemingly the only purpose of your powers anyways
Die
Comeback
Rinse and repeat
You were fine with it though
As long as it meant you were able to help others (even at your own expense)
Every moment drags on
Every twitch of your finger takes so much out of you
Your body not having enough to power it
Despite it though you sit beside Sanji one last time
You sing for him and tell him stories
Tell him of the grand line and its wonders
The new world and its mystery
Trailing off occasionally for a break as everything becomes harder to do
The words seeming to slur and slosh around in your mouth
He can tell something is wrong
By the tears gathering in ocean blue eyes he knows
So he savours what you say
What you tell
What you sing
The words being engraved in his mind as paper thin skeletal hands clutch his own
That night he falls asleep much later than he usually did
He sits staring up to the stars you’d told him of
His grip deathly tight on your hand
Thumb lightly grazing your pulse as if to ensure himself your still there
Still breathing
Still alive
Using your pulse to try and keep himself awake even if it’s wasting precious energy
When he eventually drifts off with tears gathered in his eyes (knowing you’d be deathly still in the morning, cold and stiff and forever asleep) you tell him to find it
The all blue
He dreams of that place when you slip from his grasp
He dreams of the fishes mingling together when you take out the scraps hidden away and placing them in his pile
He dreams of preparing when you hobble over to Zeff
He dreams of cooking when the old man begs you to eat, to be selfish and you reply that you are being selfish. That you want him and Sanji to live for your sake and that was as selfish as it came
He dreams of serving you a dish when the old man can do nothing but hold you close and not want to let go and yet eventually you slip away
He dreams of your reaction as you say to Zeff your gonna go get some rest and promise to get them help with a gentle smile
He dreams of sitting beside you with his feet in the water wadding slowly, the sight of a sunset fading quickly into night
Briefly he jostles momentarily awake when you lay back next to him, smiling and telling him to get some rest
Halfway asleep he nods, partially thinking it was his dream because he’s had no one care for him like this except you (and mom and maybe Reiju)
So of course for the moment in which he’s only partially aware he sees it as a happy dream
You hold him close and he goes back to dreaming
He dreams of you sitting by his mom in that hospital bed, a dish for the two of you in her lap while you fade into the nothingness that is night
When he wakes that morning he wakes up alone and cold
He lays there for several minutes sobbing to himself as he notices the food he rationed out for you a few feet away untouched and moldy
Sanji sobs and his all blue eyes spill with tears
Across the island the old man does the same
Your body is not on the island and unknowingly to them faded to stardust
But both later come to the conclusion that in your last moments you’d decided to take the plunge into the water
To not leave them with a rotting corpse on that barren rock (since despite both of their hunger neither would eat your corpse. Zeff could eat his own leg in desperation but that was his leg, not the dead body of a child)
A reminder of both their failures
One in protecting the two young children he sacrificed his leg for
And the other in promising you’d be the first to taste his dream
Unbeknownst to them across the sea a young child reports to a ship of being a survivor of the orbit
Saying that they saw two others shipwrecked on a rocky island jutting out from the ocean
As a ship is sent off to investigate an odd group of crows end up dropping food on the barren island to Sanji and Zeff’s bitter relief
Two loafs of bread and a canteen of water being able to get them a few more days before rescue
The urge to go see them is there within your heart, but for their sake you decide not to
You’d caused them too much pain in the first place
You don’t want to rub salt in the wound
Plus you’d prefer oregano instead to season yourself
Sanji is a troubled child, he’s self aware to know that about himself
It’s perhaps why everyone hated him
But for some reason you didn’t and surprisingly enough so did Zeff
The two of you handed out kindness to him as if he deserved it
As if he weren’t a failure on so many levels both genetically and emotionally
In a sense he could get why you did it, a kid only maybe a year or two older than him
Someone he viewed as his closest friends despite the relativity of time spent together and as a sibling he wishes he had (the now healed bruises and scars you saw but never pushed to ask about as you helped put salves over the old wounds are evident of that)
Someone who sacrificed themselves for him, for some fucking reason saving your food for him even as you withered away before his eyes
If he had been more watchful he would’ve noticed it, but being half there on that island starved and scared left him more like a shell
Made him ignorant until it was too late
He could accept why you care, but he can’t accept why Zeff cares
Can’t accept why this man, a hardened pirate would give a shit about him
Offer him kindness
Take him in
Mentor him
And eat his own leg to ensure Sanji and you wouldn’t go hungry (partially worked in the end)
Sanjis sometimes gets kindness from women, moms warm hugs are evident in his mind as is the tears from a sister who tells him to go and be free
Sanji’s sometimes kindness from those his age, your the shining example but he can also think of a few guests in the orbit who played games with him in its halls
But most of all Sanji has never experienced kindness from a man
So seeing Zeff go out of his way for him
Seeing how Zeff on the rescue ship doesn’t let anyone hound him for invasive answers and ensures he gets food first
The good food the ship goers give in pity that he scrounges up with a snotty noose and runny eyes, Zeff always lets him eat first before having his own fix
How Zeff rubs his back as the both mourn
It means a lot more than words can say
As does the fact that Zeff on a silent night says he’s going to open a restaurant on the sea
And that he needs staff
A silent invitation that is solidified as Sanji quietly takes his hand with tears in his eyes
If the old man is crying Sanji doesn’t comment
Not even if raindrops fall down from a clear night sky and pelt his dirtied kitchen apron
Not when he’s held close in loving arms
Not when they sit in the deck both brokenly humming the song you’d sing like a broken record
Out of tune and off key
It plays when the two of them cook in the kitchen of the baratie
Sanji always looks to the stars when he takes a smoke break, Zerg occasionally accompanying him on the balcony in a somber silence
And even though Sanji hates wasting food he can’t help but make an extra plate sometimes
Can’t help but subconsciously make more than needed to feed someone not there
Zeff doesn’t comment on it and tells the others to lay off if they ask Sanji about it
He can’t judge when he sometimes does the same
Can’t when he sometimes looks out to sea and hears your humming in the waves
The small song sung by a raspy throat that helped ease hours of the days spent on that barren rock
Days in which he worries of his wound being infected
Days in which he worried for the boy who shared his dream and the child who looked as if they accepted death
And it stays with him
Because Zeff can so clearly see your sunken face when he spots a starved begger on the street
Can so clearly see how you curled up at night trying to keep Sanji warm as skeletal hands clung to you
Can clearly see your eyes when he stares out at night, the full shine of stars that looked so bleak
Can so clearly see you valued the two of them more than yourself no matter how either of them tried to save you
And yet they couldn’t do it
You weren’t here anymore, no body to bury or honour either
Nothing but a barren rock and cold salty water to serve as your grave
The chefs at baratie try to question when one night a year they see Zeff and Sanji leave a full plate of food on the deck
But none of them ever get an answer except it was for someone hungry they couldn’t feed
Patty always tries to chase away the crows that peck at the food but each year they return to eat that plate of food until nothing is left
And oddly enough the murder always seems to leave behind a loaf of bread in the plates place
Years later a cannonball crashes through the baratie
Cracking and breaking timber in of what Sanji calls a home
Besides that and a marine asshole with his beautiful date it’s a mostly normal day
Not the worse he’s experienced
Nor the best
Average would be the best way to put it, the baratie often times seeming more like a fight club rather than a proper cooking establishment
If the smirk wasn’t enough I n the douches face then it was the fact he wasted perfectly good food
The thought sickens him
A sunken starved face stares back at him from the wasted soup
Boney and dead
It leaves him sick to his stomach especially when a starved pirate stumbles through the door
And everything seems to come back to him all at one once
Especially the man’s eyes, they look too much like your own on those last few days on the hellish rock
Soulless and empty
When he places a plate in front of the starved man he doesn’t expect anyone from the dinning room to follow in his example
Not with their cheering of the man being beaten down by patty
But stepping through the side door someone follows
He extinguishes his cigarette and turns around just as he hears the clink of another plate being lowered to the wooden deck
And it’s there that Sanji freezes
Your eyes stare back at him in just as much shock
A cigarette long forgotten falls to the deck and is extinguished when he steps on it
His arms wrap around your own as tears drop freely from his eyes
You hold him the same as you did the last
One hand laced in golden hair while the other pats his back
His knees buckle from the weight of it all
This has to be a dream
He only sees you in dreams or in the faces of the truly hungry
Your sunken starry eyes staring out from others
But your here
And your healthy and safe and alive
And despite the fact he’s confused as all hell
He can’t help but thank whatever god there is out there that your here again
Not just a reflection of a memory
Your here
When you pull away he can’t help but want to pull you back just to ensure you don’t go
To not make the same mistake that Zeff did in letting you go that he still regrets every single day of his life
But as you pull away you do so entirely, you hold both his hands as he kneels to match your level
A confused starved pirate watching confused as hell alongside a boy in a straw hat
“I know you probably have a lot of questions” you say, your hands fidgeting in his with nervousness. You expect him to be mad, to blow up at you and yell at you to leave but he doesn’t, instead you feel his thumb rubbing circles comfortingly on your knuckles. “Think you can get the old man? I think I owe it to you to explain….oh and I’ll pay for the food. I grabbed a random plate on the way here”
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I wanna kiss you 🥺
Choso x reader
As you walked through the bustling market, the lively sounds of laughter and chatter filled the air. The vibrant colors of the stalls caught your eye, but you couldn’t help but steal glances at Choso beside you. His dark eyes were wide with wonder, taking in the sights, and you found yourself smiling at his childlike fascination.
Suddenly, without warning, Choso reached out and grabbed your hand, pulling you closer. The warmth of his grip sent a delightful shiver down your spine. Just as you were about to speak, he stopped in the middle of a crowded path, turning to face you with an innocent intensity that made your heart race.
“I really like being close to you,” he declared, his voice sincere and bright. Before you could respond, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips, catching you completely off guard.
The world around you seemed to blur as he continued his affectionate display, planting soft kisses on your lips repeatedly, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. Each kiss felt electric, igniting a blush on your cheeks as you glanced around, noticing that passersby were starting to notice, some chuckling or whispering to one another.
Choso, however, remained blissfully unaware of the attention you were drawing. He simply looked at you with a soft smile, oblivious to the curious stares. “Why? I just want to show you how much I care!” he said, leaning in for another kiss, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
You felt a nervous laugh escape you, heart racing as you tried to keep your composure. “Choso… maybe we should—”
“Isn’t this nice?” he interrupted, looking genuinely confused and he pouted a little. “I want you to know I love you. Why should I hide it?”
Your cheeks heated even more, realizing he truly didn’t understand how it might look to others. “It is, but… it’s a bit… um, public,” you stammered, glancing around at the amused faces watching the scene unfold.
He furrowed his brow in confusion, his innocent nature making it difficult to maintain your seriousness. “Public?” he echoed, tilting his head slightly as he tried to process the idea. “But I want to kiss you. Why should I stop?”
A laugh escaped you, both from the sweetness of his words and the absurdity of the situation. “It’s not that you should stop, it’s just that… maybe we can save some of this for when we’re alone?”
Choso looked thoughtful for a moment, then his expression brightened as if he’d just had an epiphany. “Oh! Like a secret!” His eyes sparkled with excitement. “Let’s find a place where we can be alone, then!”
Before you could respond, he took your hand again, pulling you through the crowd with eager determination. You laughed, feeling a mix of affection and amusement at how he interpreted your suggestion. After a few moments of weaving through the bustling market, he spotted a small stall at the edge of the area, slightly hidden from the main thoroughfare.
“Here!” he announced triumphantly, pulling you behind the stall. The shadows offered a brief sanctuary away from the watchful eyes of the crowd.
Choso turned to you, his expression softening as he leaned in closer, the air between you charged with anticipation. “Now, I can kiss you without anyone watching,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
You felt your heart flutter at the thought, the tension of the moment shifting to something electric and intimate. Choso leaned in, capturing your lips with a heated kiss that felt both tender and urgent. It was a kiss that ignited warmth throughout your body, a reflection of the affection he so freely gave.
When he finally pulled away, breathless, he wore a proud smile as if he had just accomplished something monumental. “See? This is much better,” he said, his dark cheeks slightly flushed with joy.
You couldn’t help but giggle, your heart swelling with affection for the boy who still had so much to learn about the world. “You’re right, Choso. It really is,” you replied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, feeling both flustered and exhilarated.
Choso leaned in again, his voice low and playful. “You’re not embarrassed, are you? I just want to show you how I feel.”
“Not at all,” you replied, feeling a rush of warmth as he pulled you closer. “I just… didn’t expect you to be so bold.”
His eyes lit up at your words, clearly pleased by your reaction. “Then I’ll be bold again,” he said with a grin, dipping in for another kiss that left you breathless. This time, he deepened the kiss, pressing his body against yours as he pulled you even closer, reveling in the taste of your lips.
You couldn’t help but giggle against his mouth, feeling giddy and flustered by his determination. Just as you melted into the kiss, he pulled away with a soft laugh. “Maybe we can find a more private spot next time.”
You nodded, still caught up in the moment, your cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and shyness. “I’d like that,” you said, your heart racing as he leaned in for one last secret kiss, savoring the warmth and sweetness of this precious moment together.
Choso’s innocent confusion about the world and his earnest affection for you only made him all the more endearing. You couldn’t help but wonder how someone so sweet could bring such joy into your life, and you couldn’t wait for the next time he’d surprise you again.
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