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ahockeywrites · 2 days

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surprise pt 2 - nh13

pairing: nico hischier x girlfriend!reader warnings: swearing :) word count: 900 authors note: still no smut! who am I? might write some more in this little universe but not at the moment. enjoy <3 part 1

Nico opened the car door for you and took your hand as you stepped out the car. The cool wind caused goosebumps to form on your arm. At least you thought it was from the wind. It could have been the nerves. You were about to walk into your first event with Nico and he had staked his claim of you by the necklace you wore.

“We’ve got this, Schatzi,” Nico whispered in your ear, trying to comfort you. “We walk in, head straight to the bar and there will be a Long Island iced tea in your hand before you know it. Trust me.”

You didn’t have an option. You had to trust him. Nico’s large hand enveloped yours, lacing his fingers between yours and the pair of you walked into the event.

It seemed as though time stopped when you made your way into the venue. The captain had brought a plus one. And it was you. You tried to breathe deeply and relax as Nico walked you towards the bar.

The sound of cards being shuffled and dice being rolled slowly picked up again as Nico slid his credit card across the bar to pay for a cocktail for you and a beer for him. Both of you needed a drink of alcohol before dealing with any of his teammates or their plus ones.

You had barely taken a sip of your drink before your sister had found you and Nico and she’d dragged Luke along with her. Alex was dressed to the nines and was definitely wearing a dress that was double your monthly wage but she looked stunning. The rose necklace that you had bought her for Christmas the year before sat high on her neck and another one sat slightly lower on her neck. You deduced that it was one that Luke had bought her when you worked out that the pendant wasn’t just a random shape, it was a lower case L.

“If you’d have told me Nico had invited you, I wouldn’t have suggested Dawson,” Alex huffed as she looked you up and down to take in your outfit. “And we could have gone dress shopping. I’d have spent more if i knew it was going on cap’s card.” She folded her arms over her chest in mock disgust.

“Nico didn’t invite me initially,” you enlightened her as you sipped on your cocktail. Alex raised an eyebrow at you, slightly confused. Then she noticed it. The necklace.

“You’re fucking cap?” She almost shouted, slightly confused but more impressed that you’d kept it a secret.

“Not just fucking,” Nico interjected. “There are some times where we just cuddle.” You glared at your boyfriend as he just smirked at Alex and Luke.

“How long?” Alex questioned you by shoving a finger into your chest.

“Nine months,” you meekly replied, not too sure how she’d take it.

Alex’s eyes widened. “Nine fucking months. I think I need a moment. Luke, smack your captain for me.” Alex turned around to the bar, ordered a shot of tequila and drank it in record time.

Luke looked conflicted. He wanted to smack Nico for Alex but at the same time, he knew that Nico could put him through the wringer at practice tomorrow. His body couldn’t take that. So he made the decision to lightly smack Nico on the shoulder.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Alex whined. “We tell each other everything.” Her puppy dog eyes came out and you melted at them instantly.

“We just wanted to see how it went,” you explained, hands gesticulating. “Then the right time just didn’t appear. Until now, when you tried to get me to come with Dawson.”

“Excuse me for thinking that my sister needed a good fuck,” Alex rolled her eyes. “But I’m happy for you, but don’t think we’re not having brunch at the weekend to discuss everything.”

“Text me the details,” you pulled Alex into your arms for a tight hug. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything,” you whispered.

“It’s okay, I understand,” she tightened her grip on you before releasing you. “Enjoy your first event, and apologise to Dawson!”

Alex and Luke turned around and she dragged him to one of the poker tables to inevitably lose more money than he intended. Your eyes scanned the room. Everyone had gone back to doing what they were doing before you and Nico walked in. Jack was shuffling cards for a game of blackjack, John had a tray of drinks in his hands and was delivering them to different patrons of the event. Every person you looked at had a smile on their face and it made the corners of your lips turn up into a gentle smile.

Nico moved to stand by your side, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“That could have gone a lot worse,” he sighed as you rested your cheek on his arm.

“And I’m thankful Alex understood,” you replied softly. You angled your head up and Nico pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Oi! Just because I’m okay with it, doesn’t mean you can kiss in front of me!” Alex shouted from across the room.

All you could do was roll your eyes. You were in the presence of the man you loved and friends and family who cared about you so much.

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marvelmusing · 2 days

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Thirst Tweets

part of the Q&A Universe

Pairing: Darklina x Fem!Reader (Actors AU)

Summary: With Aleksander and Alina by your side, you suffer through the mortifying ordeal of reading thirst tweets to promote your new film.

Warnings [18+]: discussions of sex, thirst tweets, mentions of filming intimate scenes, hair pulling

Part One • My Masterlist

“So, in front of each of you is a pot filled with tweets about one of your costars,” the producer explains as the people behind the camera make their final preparations before starting filming.

“Who’ve I got…?” you muse, spinning the pot so that you can see the label on the front of it. “Oh, Aleksander.” Frowning, you lean to look at the other two pots on either side of you. “Who has me?”

Alina turns her pot and the two of you lean closer to read the label.

“I do.”

“Then Sasha has Alina’s,” you conclude as Alina settles back in her chair.

He tilts his pot slightly, eyes narrowing as he checks his own label. Then he nods.

“Yes,” he confirms.

“Okay,” the producer says with a smile. “Once we start filming, there’ll be just a quick introduction and then we’ll jump right into it.”

“Quick question,” you say, which has both Aleksander and Alina turning to look at you. “Are these tweets the dirty kind or the weird kind?”

The producer blinks at you, tilting her head aside in confusion.

“I’m sorry?”

“Well, I’ve seen these sort of videos before, and sometimes they’re more funny than filthy, and I was just wondering what kind of video ours is going to be.”

“I think we should just find out,” Alina remarks with a grin, already peering down into her pot filled with tweets about you.

“I’d prefer to be prepared,” you reason.

“As would I,” Aleksander agrees. Alina huffs, rolling her eyes playfully.

“Why don’t I go first and test the waters for you?”

You nod.

“Alright.”

The producer retreats behind the camera, giving you a small countdown before filming begins. Clearing your throat, you straighten in your seat, smoothing down your clothes to ensure you’re presentable. Aleksander nudges his elbow against yours, bringing your eyes to his, and he gives you a soft reassuring smile.

Then filming begins.

“I’m Alina Starkova.”

She tilts her head at you, prompting you to introduce yourself as well. Once you do, you turn to Aleksander.

“I’m Aleksander Morozov, and today we are reading thirst tweets.”

Alina wastes no time, rummaging through the pieces of card in the pot in front of her. Knowing she’s about to read something about you out loud has you tapping your foot nervously. Aleksander loops his pinkie around yours, giving it a gentle squeeze which makes you smile at him.

“It’s this photo of you,” Alina announces, once she’s made her selection.

She turns the piece of card around so that you and Aleksander can see. The image is a screen-cap from the film, where your character is sitting on a window seat wearing her nightdress, the early morning sun glowing behind her. When Alina turns the card back around, her brows scrunch together as she reads the rest of the tweet.

“Just me on my knees for this goddess.”

“That’s not too bad,” you reason, looking at Aleksander for his opinion. He nods, leaning further onto his elbow on the arm of his chair - the one closest to you.

“Quite the compliment really,” he adds in agreement. Alina laughs.

“Let me finish reading.” She reaches over to swat at your knee - bare due to the skirt you’re wearing - which makes you pout, feigning offence at her show of violence to ignore how your skin tingles at her touch. “Just me on my knees for this goddess. Let me get between those thighs, I want to drink her like a sweet summer wine.”

“Um, okay.”

She laughs again, raising a brow at your reaction.

“Okay?”

“Well what am I supposed to say?” You direct your gaze towards the camera. “Thank you.” Quickly, you turn to your left. “Aleksander, your turn now.”

He sighs. Reaching into his pot, he pulls out the first card he can get hold of. There’s a moment of anticipation, as his eyes scour over the words printed there. Then he says in the calmest, most neutral tone you’ve heard from him,

“I would do the most depraved things imaginable to have Alina Starkova’s tits in my mouth.”

A startled laugh gets caught in your throat as you clasp your hands over your face, your cheeks heating at the sound of Aleksander saying such things so casually. Alina laughs uncontrollably, her face flushed giddily as she slides down in her chair.

“I hope that goes in the video,” she says through her laughter. “Because I will immediately be setting that as my ringtone.”

“You along with half the people watching this,” you remark quietly.

Aleksander lowers the card, shooting a scandalised look at you both.

“You know you love us,” Alina teases, wiggling her fingers at him. Aleksander shakes his head with a soft laugh, attempting to hide his smile with faux disapproval.

“Brats, both of you.” He nudges your knee with his. “Your turn now.”

A pout puckers at your lips, and your features crinkling petulantly at the humiliating thought of reading out something horrifically dirty regarding Aleksander. Sensing your reluctance, Alina holds out her hand for you to take.

“I’ll hold your hand, baby.”

Her rings are cool against your skin as she curls her fingers around yours, and she presses her lips chastely to your knuckles, making an affectionate kiss sound as she does so. With your other hand, you reach for a card from the pot.

“It’s just this photo of you…” Turning the card around, you show them a candid image of Aleksander on set. “…and then it says-”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you shake your head.

“Go on,” Alina encourages you.

“I know his dick is big.”

Alina takes the card from you, examining the photo with an extreme level of focus which makes your cheeks burn even hotter. When you risk a glance at Aleksander, you find the tips of his ears are flushed pink despite the neutral expression he is maintaining on his face. His eyes meet yours and you look away quickly.

The weight of Aleksander’s hand on the back of your chair is the only thing you can focus on, alongside the blood rushing in your ears, as Alina picks up another card from the pot in front of her.

For the next half an hour, the three of you read out tweets until you’ve experienced enough embarrassment to keep you flustered for the rest of the afternoon. As you reach the end of filming, there are three cards left. The producer had explained earlier that all three of you would be the subject of these final tweets.

After some encouragement from the two of them, you go first.

“This just says that we’re the definition of bi panic.” That makes Alina laugh, reaching for her own card.

“I want all three of them to rearrange my insides.” Alina looks up at the camera with a coy smile. “Name a time and a place, sweetheart.”

She winks and Aleksander laughs softly, which makes your stomach flip. He picks up his own card, the final one for the video. He turns it over slowly, crossing his ankle over his knee as he reads.

His eyes remain fixed on the words there, reading them several times with flushed cheeks and parted lips, as he attempts to find his voice. He glances at you momentarily and the look on his face makes you squirm in your seat. When he catches Alina’s eye, she grins.

“This tweet is from Alina.”

That makes your jaw drop, your stomach plummeting simultaneously.

“What?”

“Go on Sasha,” she teases in a sing-song voice.

“I-” He falters, before he groans quietly through gritted teeth. “Alya,” he sighs. “This afternoon, I spent three hours in bed, between the two hottest people I’ve ever met. I get paid to lick her pretty thighs while he kisses her senseless. I have the best job in the world, argue with the wall.”

Alina laughs, clapping her hands together in gleeful applause while you and Aleksander you look at one another rather bashfully. Memories of filming with them both play over in your mind. The summer had been hot. The three of you had practiced one of the main intimacy scenes in the comfort of Aleksander’s trailer, with the chill of his air conditioning pebbling your nipples.

But there had been no such luxury during filming, when you were in costume - lace hemmed bloomers and a half undone corset. Sweat rolling down Alina’s calf, along Aleksander’s collarbone, glossing over your chest. The remembered heat of her mouth and his hands makes you ache even now.

Once filming is finished, the camera crew and producers exchange pleasantries with the three of you, before clearing out of the room and leaving you in peace.

Alina retrieves her bag from the side of the room, which had been placed out of sight of the cameras, setting it down on her chair. She pops her compact mirror open, checking over her makeup and you watch as she reapplies her lip gloss.

“Well, that wasn’t too bad,” Aleksander concedes with a sigh. He rubs the back of his neck, tilting his head from side to side.

“I found it quite enjoyable,” Alina remarks teasingly, flashing you a smile that makes your stomach flip.

“Of course you did,” you argue, stretching your legs out as you cross your arms. “This was all your idea.”

“I think you enjoyed it too.” She smiles, leaning over to tap the end of your nose which makes you duck your head bashfully.

“No comment.”

͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

The next morning, you’re tackling a few interviews on your own. It feels strange without Aleksander or Alina by your side.

“This is your first film with any sort of intimate scenes,” the interviewer states.

“It is, yeah.”

“And I’d say some of the scenes are rather… intense. How was that?”

Her question makes you smile, thinking about how much work you and Aleksander put into your scenes. The memory of his hand in your hair, pulling your head back to reveal your throat for him makes you shift in your seat.

“Well, I was extremely lucky to have such incredible costars. Aleksander in particular was meticulous when it came to preparations. We would run through our lines together, and then walk through the scene, trying out different positions and reactions to see what worked best for us both. He knows the safest methods to pull hair which...” Heat spreads across your cheeks despite the smirk tugging at your lips. “…certainly came in handy for a few scenes.”

The interviewer smiles widely.

“I can imagine.”

Ducking your head slightly, you glance down at your painted fingernails as you smooth your hands over your trousers. It still makes you flustered, talking about the scenes you filmed with Aleksander and Alina.

“The film is based on a book,” she says.

You nod.

“Yes.”

“And you’ve recently been involved in recording a new version of the audiobook.”

That makes you smile.

“I have. I narrate the story and voice my character. Aleksander and Alina also voiced their own characters from the film, and I think Aleksander did a few background characters as well.”

“What was it like working with them again?”

“The whole experience was completely different from anything I’ve ever done before,” you admit. “The three of us were recording in the same room, so there was a really natural overlap between our voices in our scenes - which I love.”

Being in the recording booth with Aleksander and Alina was so much fun. At times, the sexual tension between your characters had made you squirm.

“I love full cast audiobooks, I think they’re so immersive and fun. We included some of the soundtrack from the film as well which adds a whole other layer to it. I feel like we’ve made something really special together.”

“Have you listened to it yet?”

The thought of listening to the audiobook, now fully edited with your voice describing the intimate scenes between your characters, while Aleksander and Alina moan and whisper sweet nothings and dirty promises through your headphones, makes you bite down on your lip to suppress a nervous laugh.

“Not yet, no. And I wouldn’t recommend listening to it in public. Especially chapter nineteen.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she says with a small laugh. “Are you looking forward to the premiere? It’s your first one in a starring role.”

“It is, yeah. I’m excited - most definitely nervous as well - but at least I won’t be walking the red carpet alone.”

She raises a brow at you.

“Oh? Are you bringing a date?”

Heat rushes down through your body at the misunderstanding.

“Oh no, I meant Aleksander and Alina will be there too.”

She smiles.

“Will the premiere be the first time you see the film?”

“It will. I’ve seen a couple of clips and the trailer, but apart from that I’m going in blind.”

“Well, I hope you enjoy it.”

“Thank you.”

͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

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odasantiago · 3 days

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Unexpected Warmness

Synopsis: Xanthus always swore he never wanted to indulge himself in warm feelings such as love, until the incubus manages to charm the vampire.

By Oda

The iron smell of cages rattle in Dontis’s head, he’s been here for a while, sighing against the dark wall, wondering if he’ll ever manage to find a way out. Which it always does, but the situation seems bleak. He looks around to the windows shining a shred of light into the cells.

But, suddenly, the cells start shuddering and shuffling, the other mythics locked up look around in confusion. Small sighs and gasps can be heard around the rows of cages, echoing through the halls.

Dontis runs up to the cell bars, the ginormous double doors open, light, cool air flows through, and from afar, he could see a thin but built blond man with blood on his face, Ruby eyes that could catch the hearts of anyone, a cold but expression full of Justice. Dontis holds his breath. He could smell the seducing bloodlust from a mile away.

That’s when he met his first unexpected bond, Xanthus Claiborne.

After Xanthus freed everyone, he finally got to Dontis, unlocking the cell doors, Dontis stared at his face and his slight smile. He’s felt love many times, and appreciation, but towards a vampire? It couldn’t be put into words. He said while running out,

“Hey, thanks for freeing me, vampire!”

Xanthus yells back, turning around to face him,

“Don’t thank me! run over here! You’ll be safe!”

“You’ll be safe” what an odd thing to hear from a vampire with such bloodlust.

After they all got to a place where no one could see them, everyone ran in their different directions after Xanthus made sure they were indebted to him, only dontis stayed.

Xanthus said, looking straight at him. “Why are you still here? You can leave, you know.”

Dontis perked up, “I am aware, I just.. wanted to get to know you better, you did save my life. You seem very interesting to me, Xanthus, I want to see what’s ahead.”

He said as he smiled softly, green eyes looking loving and kind.

Xanthus' face softened, and raised his eyebrows. He smiled back.

“How curious, then, I guess I’ll entertain you. What was your name again?”

Even though the vampire knew his name due to him looking at all the records before feeling them, he wanted to see what Dontis would say.

Dontis paused for a second, and he said,

“I am Dontis, but I’ll guess that you already knew that, Claiborne.”

Xanthus swore that this guy couldn’t be an incubus. Catching his gasp with his pride, he chuckled and nodded.

After a couple days or so, they meet up at the bayside, the ocean waves pounding against the wood of the walkway they stood upon. It was barely sunrise, but it was safer than being there midday with everyone around. They’ve been talking here and there, ever since dontis got released, he’s been growing more fascinating to Xanthus,

Sometimes the vampire's thoughts would be filled with him, and he hated it. Not wanting to get charmed.

“Why are we here, Dontis?” He asked, in a cold tone, while looking at the sea.

“I don’t know, really, don’t you just want to admire the bayside sometimes?”

Xanthus chuckled, he never thought about seeing nature with someone else. Especially an incubus, or someone he thinks about often, or someone he thinks is interesting, has a cute face, his scent drives him crazy at any time of day… you get the point.

Dontis cut through his thoughts with his smooth voice while half laughing, “What? Nature is nice when you're with someone else.”

“I’ve never felt so safe with another mythic in a long time.” Xanthus suddenly said, and his eyes widened, realizing what he just said.

Dontis' lips parted, looking like he wanted to say something. Xanthus looked gorgeous, his hair slightly floating in the wind, a smile on his face, the jewelry on him, his wide eyes that made his soul warm.

“You know, honestly me too.”

A few silent moments went by, of them walking along, seeing the ocean waves wash against the wooden bridge. The cool air made their hair slightly flow in the other direction, everyone was gone, it was just them.

An incubus and a vampire, wait, no, two people just reconnecting trying to figure out if their love is real.

Every single night, The taller man thought of that day, when he met Xanthus, it was unique, different. Xanthus felt a warm, electric feeling with a tinge of safety, he hasn’t felt that in a long time. Both of them haven’t.

The two mythics needed someone to feel safe with, to laugh with, and to relate with, without being used or threatened.

Dontis, always used for his kindness and comfort.

Xanthus, always threatened for an “uncontrollable” bloodlust his kind had.

Both of them understood.

They had both walked to the Ferris wheel, near the ocean, basking in each other’s presence.

“It seems we’ve made it.” Dontis chuckled

Xanthus looked over, “Made it to what?”

Dontis looked over with loving eyes, “To a new beginning.”

Xanthus sighed. “I’m assuming that you're using one of your charms on me.”

Dontis laughed, “You know I don't do that to you, Xanny.”

Xanny? The name was silly, but it made the vampire's heart fill with an embarrassingly electric feeling.

“Don’t call me that.” Xanthus turned away.

The taller man reached out to hold the blond haired man's hand. Xanthus looked at his hand for a second. Sighed, and took his hand, laying his head on Dontis’s shoulder.

They could both hear each other's heartbeats. They were slow, but it seemed like they felt safe for the first time being a mythic.

The vampire and the incubus spent years together, kissing each other, holding each other, both attending to their normal lives, but every few moments. They both thought of each other.

Numerous memories were made,

“for however long forever lasts for them.”

A/N: god I fucking love donthus they need to kiss

#sakuverse #zsakuva #xanthus claiborne #xanthus #dontis #zsakuva dontis #donthus #asmr #fanfiction

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willyoubemycherryy · 2 days

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Order➬ 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒆 𝒘 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒕 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑾𝒆𝒃𝒃

“𝑰’𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.”

𝑰𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔: 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒕𝒕, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒆𝒙𝒑1𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓3𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒂 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 😇

°❤︎︎

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It was something like a setup how you got yourself into your current situation. Not that you’re complaining.

Crazy how all it took was one little offhand comment…

“Not everything is for everyone, though. I know I am not physically capable of squirting, nothing personal.”

Thomas however, took that very personally so enter him making it his mission to prove you wrong by getting you to squirt off just his fingers…and it was blissful hell. Edging you for almost two godforsaken hours.

The way he suddenly takes his fingers out draws a sharp breath from you. “What – oh,” you gasp as Thomas’s fingers slide between your wet, swollen folds, quickly finding their way back to your hole. Thomas doesn’t push in right away, though, and instead takes his time teasing you more until your hips are arching up off the bed, fingers scrabbling at his wrists and your begging in a hoarse, hot whisper, the heady smell of sex and arousal rising like a fog between them.

Thomas pushes in two, then three fingers. Your thighs quiver as your hips roll to try and get those fingers a little deeper; Thomas smirks as he curls the digits inside, massaging behind the pubic bone again in that magical little spot that has you practically collapsing boneless against his shoulder. He massages your engorged clit with the heel of his hand and his whole palm is soon dripping with fluids, your hips humping wildly.

“That’s it. Let it go pretty baby, let me have it…gonna feel so good..”

Your practically screaming as heat envelopes your entire body, part of you is confused because what the hell is happening to you and you choke on a moan when his thick fingers begin thrusting more; assaulting your swollen, slick walls thoroughly. Gasping, you let out a weak, dazed moan as you shift to try and drive Thomas’s fingers even deeper.

Your breath picks up as your body stills, everything cresting at once and there’s pressure before your walls convulse with your clit and dear god, you’re cumming so hard you go numb.

The first splatters of liquid take you by surprise, Thomas's eyes widen when he realizes that you’re gushing, fluid seeping out all around the fingers stuffed inside of you. Your orgasm rips through you like a freight train, making your body shake and pussy clench, all but forcing his digits out. When Thomas pulls away, a stream of liquid drips out of your shining cunt, and it makes his mouth water. He’s quick to swipe in a taste, making your fucked out self sigh drowsily.

“Told you you could.”

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #asks #answered💛🎀#thomas webb #thomas webb x reader #Thomas webb smut #callum turner smut #callum turner fanfiction

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evangelinesecondacc · 2 days

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Love

Mattheo Riddle x Y/N

Part 1

First year, 12 years old

Love, love, love.

It truly is beautiful.

It starts early in the first years of life.

It starts in the childhood.

All children are being loved by their parents, they are being loved and cared, that’s what makes a childhood special and remarkable.

At least that’s what most of them say.

But what if a person has never felt love or affection in any kind of way?

What if they are twelve years old, on the train to their first year in Hogwarts, glad they are escaping their family.

The family that brought them nothing but pure pain and fear, scarring them for the rest of their life.

That will be all over. No more sleepless nights, no more nightmares, no more muffling their cries in their pillow, no more being terrorized by their family. It’s all over, for now.

But now they truly are all alone.

“Is that seat taken?”, a little girl points at the seat across the boy, who’s sitting next to the window drowned in his thoughts.

Her hair is braided with a little pink bow at the end.

“Hello?”, she asks him again, confused of why he seems so distant and perplex.

“No, you can take it.”, the boy quickly says, slightly embarrassed of himself that it took him so long to reply.

“I am Y/N, Y/L/N”, the little girl says, now sitting across him and holding out her hand.

“Mattheo Riddle”, the boy says and weirdly shakes her hand as he carefully waits for a reaction, but nothing happens.

Her face doesn’t go pale, her eyes don’t widen in fear, she simply smiles at him

“Nice to meet you Mattheo Riddle”

The boy is confused. Why is it nice to meet him? Does he have to say it back? Why is she still sitting here?

“What’s wrong? Are you scared of train rides? Don’t worry, I am with you, you don’t have to be scared, you are not alone.”

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“Yeah, and I heard that he is Italien.”

“Italien?”, Mattheo asks.

The group of Mattheo, Y/N, Pansy, Draco, Blaise and Lorenzo are sitting together in the dining hall.

“Why would he join us in the middle of the year? Is that even allowed?”, the boy asks, Blaise in furrowing his eyebrows in mutual confusion.

“Well I don’t know, that’s all I heard, but apparently they can make an exception if the student has the basic knowledge of magic.”, Pansy says, Y/N nodding at her response.

Dumbledore catches the halls attention by clapping his hands.

“Students, students. I am sure you have heard about the new coming student from Italy, he will be joining us, please welcome Theodore Nott.”

It’s uncomfortably silent in the hall as the brown haired boy enters the room.

Dumbledore quickly continues.

“Because he has not been sorted into a house we will quickly let him get sorted now.”,

He sits down on the chair while the hat is put on his head.

“He is cute.”, Pansy whispers in Y/Ns ear, and both the girls start giggling.

“SLYTHERIN”, the hat yells and the slytherin table irrupts into cheering and clapping.

You can definitely tell that the boy is not having the time of his life, he seems more stoic and distant, just like the way Mattheo seemed the first Y/N saw him.

She would never be scared of him because of a stupid last name. She encountered many people being horrified of Mattheo even though he is just a boy. Just a boy with a stupid last name. She genuinely didn’t understand how people could be so cruel towards him, it seemed like only his friends were truly accepting him.

Y/N waves at the boy and signals him to sit next to her. So does the boy and thanks her with a nod.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”, Draco jokes and Pansy immediately smacks the back of his head.

“Are you stupid, he can’t speak English dummy”, she says in an angry voice.

The group can’t help but laugh and so does Theodore.

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2. Year, 13 year old

The cold winter air is making the students cheeks and noses blush. Hogwarts is covered in snow, making it look straight out of a fairytale.

“Y/N”, Mattheo yells at her from behind her back.

“What is it?”, she asks and turns around as she suddenly gets hit by a snowball in the face.

Mattheos giggles hang in the air as he starts to run away from her.

“WAIT TILL I GET YOU”, she laughs and runs after him with a snowball in her hand.

The two children run and giggle while snowballs are being thrown at each other.

“STOP RUNNING SO FAST YOU WILL SLI-“, before she can finish her sentence Mattheo is lying on the ground face first.

Her face drops as she sees him and quickly but carefully walks over to him.

“ARE YOU OKAY?!”, she asks while panicking.

The little girl quickly helps him up to his feet and gasps, his nose is bleeding but doesn’t seem broken.

“Fucks sake”, the boy cusses under his breath and touches his bloody nose.

Y/N gives him a tissue to stop the bleeding.

“Let’s go to the medical wing”, she says and takes him by the hand to lead him.

“How did you even manage to get that?”, the nurse asks him while she cleans his wound with alcohol. Mattheo hisses in pain and Y/N can’t help but giggle at the sight.

“He slipped on the ice and fell”, she says with a smirk on her face.

“HaHa”, the boy says monotone and glares at her playfully.

“You should not run on the ice, didn’t your parents taught you that?”, the nurse says in a harsh tone.

The little boys face drops.

No, his parents didn’t taught him that.

Y/N feels a sting in her heart, knowing what Mattheo is thinking.

When the nurse is done bandaging him, they walk back to the Slytherin common room in silence.

“Imma go get to sleep, good night Y/N”, Mattheo says.

“Good night.”, she says and is about to leave to, but something inside stops her.

“Mattheo”, she says and turns around, Mattheo stops in his tracks but doesn’t turn to face her.

“I am sorry.”

“Goodnight Y/N”, he repeats and leaves.

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“-the most powerful potion in the world, it’s rumored to smell differently to each person, according to what attracts them.”

“Exactly, thank you miss Granger.”, the professor says.

“This potion will be important for your final grade this year, I will pair you into groups and you will have two hours to write me a report of what you smell, what you see and what happens while brewing the potion.”

“Draco and Hermoini, Theodore and Pansy, Blaise and Astoria, Harry and Cho, Ron and…”

After the professor is done pairing the groups everyone is allowed to leave the room and look for books or recipes.

Mattheo and Y/N walk to the library and search for an instruction sheet for brewing Armortentia.

“Ah here it is”, Mattheo says and tries to reach the book at the top shelf, but he can’t manage to grab the book.

“Wait, let me try”, Y/N says and jumps up to grab the book but also fails.

“Get on my shoulders”, Mattheo says and pats his shoulders to signal her to jump on him.

He kneels down and Y/N gets on his shoulders and Mattheo balances himself up again.

“Don’t move so much”, he says as Y/N grabs the book.

“Shut up”, she says, and lets the book accidentally drop on his head.

“Ouch”, he says monotone and Y/N giggles.

“Let’s do this”, the girl says and jumps off his shoulders. They quickly walk back to the classroom to brew the potion.

“You have all the ingredients?”, she asks him and he nods.

“Okay, now we have to note what happens while it brews…”, she mumbles as she looks closely at the potion.

They watch as the mixture starts to bubble and turn into a reddish colour.

“It… changes… colours..”, they both mumble while they write it down.

“Okay, so what do you smell?”, she asks and holds the potion under his nose.

Mattheo sniffs on it but furrows his brows.

“I smell nothing?”, the boy says, the only thing that hangs in the air is the smell of Y/Ns perfume?

“Huh, that’s weird”, she says as she tries to smell it too.

The only thing that she smells is what she smelled before, paper and Mattheos shampoo.

“Perhaps we forgot an ingredient?”

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3.year, 14 years old

“WHERE IS HE?”, Y/N asks Pansy panicked.

“They are in the common room”, Pansy says with panic in her eyes.

Y/N doesn’t hesitate and starts to run towards the Slytherin common room, from where you can hear yells and punches.

“MATTHEO, MATTHEO STOP”, she yells as she pushes herself through the crowd of students, that have circled the fight between Mattheo and Theodore.

“MATTHEO STOP IT”, she yells again as she tries to drag him away from Theodore who is lying on the floor with a bloody nose and mouth.

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD”, he yells at Theodore, who just punched him back in the face.

“GUYS STOP YOU ARE FRIENDS!”, Y/N yells hopelessly.

Y/N tries to stop them both and pulls Theodore by his shirt, when suddenly Mattheos fist collides with Y/Ns jaw.

The students gasp and everyone freezes for a moment.

The ringing sound in Y/Ns head is unbearable and she drops to her knees, holding her jaw in shock.

Pansy quickly runs towards Y/N and crouches down.

Tears well in her eyes and the lump in her throat makes her feel like suffocating.

Pansy help Y/N up and they quickly walk away.

“Fuck Y/N i didn’t meant to, I-“, Mattheo stutteres shocked of himself.

“Don’t”, Pansy mumbles as she pushes through the crowd and runs to her dorm room.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?”, Theodore yells at Mattheo but he doesn’t react only one thought is going through his mind right now.

He fucked up.

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“You can’t ignore him forever Y/N”, Pansy and Y/N are having a sleepover in Y/Ns dorm, like every other night.

“He really upset me”, Y/N mumbles and continues to braid Pansy’s hair.

“It’s been three weeks Y/N, didn’t he apologize to you?”

“No, he isn’t even looking at my direction”

“Asshole”, Pansy mumbles.

“Why did he and Theodore even fight? I thought they were best friends?”, Y/N asks Pansy now more angry than sad.

“Apparently he was freaking out and Mattheo tried to calm him down, he then said something about you, don’t know what tho, that made Mattheo really angry and after that the whole situation escalated, but that’s just what I heard.

I am pretty sure that he was still in shock, he usually is really sweet and kind, I don’t know, poor thing was probably in denial.”, she shrugs.

Y/Ns heart drops.

“But that still doesn’t excuse the fact that he hit me and didn’t even apologize, now I have this nasty bruise and am angry at him.”, she mutteres.

“How is Theo doing anyway?”, Y/N asks, now feeling bad for Theodore.

“He won’t eat or talk, I had to force him to eat something, Lorenzo stays with him the whole time, he is scared that he might hurt himself, you know?”

“Is he still doing it?”

“Well he was clean for like three months, but right now he isn’t the most stable and might try to cope with it like that, I really hope he doesn’t though..”, Pansy says with a sad face.

“You love him, don’t you?”, Y/N say with a sad smile on her face.

Pansy nods. “I do, yeah..”

“And what about Mattheo? Are they talking again?”, Y/N asks.

“Not really, it’s really tense between them, I think they both just need time right now-“

Suddenly Blaise is rushing into the dorm.

“What the fuck Blaise?”, Pansy curses but immediately gets quiet as she sees Blaise’s face.

Something happened. Y/Ns face drops.

“Guys, something is wrong with Mattheo, he is completely panicking, I don’t know what’s happening, please help.”, Blaise says completely out of breath.

Y/N quickly stands up and puts on her shoes.

“Where is he?”, she asks as she pulls over a hoodie.

“In his dorm, he doesn’t want to see me, I don’t know what to do.”

“It’s fine, you stay here, I know what’s happening.”, she says and grabs her keys before she quickly runs out of the girl’s dormitory hall, and runs up the stairs towards Mattheos dorm.

She tries to open the door but it’s locked.

Luckily she has a second key for his dorm, for exactly this kind of reason.

She quietly gets in and closes the door behind her.

His dorm room is dimmed and all messy.

Shaky and short breaths are filling the room.

Shit.

“Matt?”, the breaths stop for a moment.

“Go away Y/N…please.”, Mattheo says with a broken voice.

“It’s okay”, she says in a shushing tone and turns on the light, on his nightstand.

Now that she can see clear, the room looks messier than before, his book are all lying all over the floor, his mirror is broken and has bloodstains over it, and all of his sketches are either ripped or all scrunched up, on the floor.

She crouches down and picks up a sketch that catches her eye.

It’s a sketch of her, but it’s the only that isn’t ripped or scrunched, it just lays there.

Y/N walks towards the other side of his bed and sees him sitting on the floor, his back leaning on the wall and his head between his knees.

She says nothing and sits down on the floor next to him.

“please, you need to leave…”, he mumbles.

“Why?”, she asks him quietly.

He gulps and breathes in hardly.

“You feel are hyperventilating, the lump in your throat makes you feel like you are going to see god. Your hands are trembling and your knees feel like they no longer exist. You feel weak, and scared.”, Y/N states, she takes his bloody hand and starts to draw stars on it with her fingertip.

Y/N knows exactly what to do and how to talk to him, since these panic attacks happen every now and then.

“But you are not suffocating, actually, you are perfectly fine, your throat is just a little bit sore and you won’t see god yet. Your hands stop shaking so much and your knees are fine.

You may feel like loosing your mind…, but that all is just in here,”, she says and taps on his head.

He looks up, bloodshot eyes meeting hers.

“Why were you ignoring me?”, she now quietly asks.

“I am scared of myself.”, he says, his voice is raw and hurt.

“I am seeing him in my reflection Y/N, the way he hit me, my mother, at the end of the day I am his son, I have his blood in my veins…,Theodore was right.”, he says so vulnerable and broken that Y/N needs to take a deep breath.

“Whatever Theodore said, he was out of his mind, his mother died, he probably didn’t meant to say that.”

“But he is right Y/N, he is right, I have his fucking blood in my body, I am just like him.”

“Don’t say that! You are nothing, and absolutely nothing like him! Do you understand?! You are the most gentle and most kind person I’ve ever met in my entire life, you are anything but like your father.”, she says and cups his cheeks and looks him in the eyes.

“The only thing you share is one last name.”, she whispers.

“Does it hurt?”, he asks her and points at her bruises jaw. She shakes her head no.

His eyes well with tears and Y/N immediately goes to hug him.

“I am so, so sorry, I am so sorry, i didn’t meant to hit you, you were suddenly right in front of me, and I- I couldn’t look at you, I feel like I am putting you in danger, I-“, he cries into her hair.

“Mattheo, the only danger here is your mind, nothing else. I am more safe with you, than with everyone else.”

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4.year, 15 years old

“Don’t move”, Y/N mumbles at Mattheo who is lying on her lap as she tries to draw him the perfect eyeliner.

“So, first side is ready, now the left eye.”, she says as she holds him up a mirror, for him to look at her masterpiece.

“I don’t understand why you girls do all this stuff, I think it would make me crazy”, he huffs as she tries to draw him the second eyeliner.

Y/N giggles. “First of all, it’s actually really fun and second of all the boys don’t find me pretty without makeup, so I have no other choice.”

“Of course you have, if you really love someone, you also love them without any makeup and accept their flaws.”, Mattheo states.

Y/N stops in her tracks.

“I don’t say you have any flaws, that’s not what I am saying, it’s just in general, you know?”, he says quickly, scared that he might have hurt her feelings.

Y/N giggles.

“Shut up idiot.”

“What? It’s just facts and-“,he gets cut off by Y/N.

“No, like actually shut up, I need to line your lips.”, she laughs and holds his face in place by grabbing his chin with one hand and lining his lips with the other one.

“I see your point, but that would mean for me to wait hundreds of years until someone would truly love me, you know? And it’s also really fun to get compliments from other people, it’s like some kind of approval, I don’t know.”, she mumbles as she looks for something in her makeup bag.

“What do you want to prove yourself?”, Mattheo asks confused and lifts his head.

“You know.., that I am pretty..”, she mumbles.

“WHOA wait-“, Mattheo says and quickly sits up, his face hardens and his eyes seem frustrated.

“Why do you think that you are not pretty? Did someone told you that? Who told you that? Tell me their name and I will make them regret, I swear to god if-“,

“My brain, my brain is telling me that, and I can’t help but listen to it sometimes..”, she interrupts.

Mattheos eyes soften immediately.

“Why would you think that?”

She takes a deep breath and avoids his gaze.

“I don’t know, just do..”, she mumbles.

Mattheo softly grabs her by the chin and makes her look at him.

“You are beautiful Y/N, and tell your brain to shut the fuck up, it’s lying.”, he says with a little smile on his lips.

“Thank you Mattheo.”, she says and smiles at him.

“Now lay back down I found what I was looking for..��, she says and holds up a lash curler.

“Nuh uh”, he says and shakes his head in fear and makes a grimace.

“Yuh uh, there’s nothing to be scared of, look just like this..”, Y/N says and shows him how to use it.

His eyes only widen.

“Ain’t no way that thing is touching my face!”, he says and quickly stands up to run out of her dorm room.

“MATTHEO COME BACK HERE-“

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AN:

So yuh, that’s just the prototype so it’s really not that good and short, but please remember that English is not my first language so correct me if I make mistakes

There will be a second part, but I don’t know when I will post it

(Spoiler?) I also wanted to say that the second part will contain many trigger warnings because I became many requests and I try to build them in, so there will be mentions of abuse, ED, SH and SA. I am not romanticizing that shit, js so u know, I js build them in because of their lore and what I think would be realistic.

There also will be some romantic stuff between them, the first part was pretty dry and more canon? Idk.

And please don’t forgive me bc I have no clue with the timelines so I will probably not follow them, I also have no clue about when or how Theos mom died.

Xoxo Eva❤️

#benjamin wadsworth #blaise zabini #draco malfoy #harry potter #lorenzo berkshire #lorenzo zurzolo #slytherin #theodore nott #free palestine #free gaza #free rafah #all eyes on rafah #mattheo riddle #x y/n #x reader #x yn #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry

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pilabutsp · 2 days

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UNTITLED STENDYLE COMIC - Part 3

The first part was a bit of a hard watch, but nothing really explicit happened… Yet.

We would make comments over the movie.

Several minutes passed, and I kept paying attention to the movie. I hear mumbling next to me.

Stan and Wends are talking about something in whispers, I can’t catch any of it, What’s up with them?

My attention returns to the screen. The protagonists in the movie are in a car, They are going hiking...

My brain can barely process what was happening, they got rid of their clothes and jumped into a lake. Once they were out and sat down at the lake shore two of them started… Kissing… And then-

They are quietly looking at the screen, Wends clears their throat.

“Well, That’s-”.

I stand up. There's no way I'm talking to them right now. Why the fuck did they show me this?!

“I’ll be right back!” I almost squealed.

Before someone has a chance to say something, I start leaving the room.

“Pause the movie, or whatever, I need to pee-...” I said as an excuse.

What the hell is happening? What even is this movie? THAT KISS??? The way they were looking at me? Is this a kind of joke to them? How they act around me… WITH me, do they have an idea how they are making me feel? This is terrible, this is not right, this is not normal. We should have watched Clueless again, anything, really, anything but this.

“Kyle? Are you ok?” Stan asked from the other side of the door.

I sniffed before replying.

“… I’m good!”.

“Are you crying?!”.

I touched my cheek, catching a tear that I did not notice.

Stan sighs.

“Want me to come in and talk about it?”.

Stan opened the door and got in, walking to where I was sitting and kneeling in front of me. His hands are on my knees.

We are both quiet. What are we supposed to say? How am I supposed to react? What is he expecting from this?

I look at Stan when his hand is over my cheek.

“Is this about the movie?”

“Stan…”.

“Listen, we didn’t know it was going to be like THAT, we are sor-...”.

“Stan. Please, don’t do this.” I grab Stan’s wrist.

“We can finish the movie another time, or never! Let’s go do something else if it helps you feel better, dude-”.

As we heard someone walking to the bathroom, we both turned our heads to the wide open door. Wends’ head popped inside.

Oh god, this can't be happening right now.

“I just don’t get it…”.

“Get what?” Stan asks, concerned.

I stand up with my arms outstretched.

“T-This! Both of you! I don’t understand what it’s up with you! And it’s so confusing I feel like you are messing with me!”.

“Ky- We could never!” Wends exclaimed.

“What do you mean Kyle?” asked Stan as he stood up too.

“Just- This whole… Weird special treatment you have with me… Our hangouts… It’s just not normal! It doesn’t feel normal to be like this with your friends!”

“Do you… Want us to stop?”.

“NO! I love them! I- I mean… That is not… necessarily… I want… I want answers.”.

“You want answers?” He is standing in front of me now.

“Yeah” I breathe out, ready to hear anything else but…

I kiss back.

We break the kiss and I stare numbly at Stan.

“wh… what”.

“THAT definitely did NOT answer any question, Stan!” Wends snaps, but they don't sound upset at all.

“We like you, Kyle. We REALLY like you, more than any of our friends, that’s why we wanted you closer than any of them…” Wends explains, like it's the most casual thing in the world.

“Y-You are joking, right?”.

I can't believe this.

“We aren’t” Stan reassures me.

“What about going somewhere else to talk about it?” said Wends with a sweet smile, slightly pulling my arm to get out of the bathroom.

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MASTERLIST

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#pila's shitty art #pila'sart #sp fanart #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #wendy testaburger #stendyle #south park #untitled stendyle comic

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ravilson23 · 16 hours

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The Full Moon ep is finally here! Warning, this post has a ton of spoilers.

I think it may be the best episode of the second season. Though i feel like its still nowhere near as good as ep 6 and 7 of the first one. I like the starting song, the contrast is good and the emotions of characters are clear. Its also a nice set up.

I especially love how everyone interacts with each other in this episode. Moxxie and Blitz seem like friends and their talk about sex is hilarious cause of Moxxies attitude. "Fuck him good, sir " was a brilliant line only because he was the one to say it. He seems too proper for this, maybe too shy. Blitzos good mood and his cackle after teasing Mox was also good to hear. Maybe cause he wasnt offensive this time. Anyway it just brought a lot of joy since its quite some time since they had a moment like this.

Then we have Blitz and his shopping trip. I liked when he went to buy candles. I think it has really shown that for Blitz sex isnt and probably never was about intimacy. He understands mood just as "horny" and honestly its very fitting. Though its not shocking i heve never thought about it . We know he is afraid of intimacy, but i thought about it strictly as an emotional closeness. I didnt think that sex could be so... one-dimensional for him in general.

Next we have cherubs. Tbh i didnt like this part mostly cause i dont think like it changed anything. If they were killed, well that would be awesome especially since i see no reason why it didnt happen already. They had been beaten and yet the I.M.P. has just send them back. Makes no sense, they are assasins and the cherubs are their enemies. Unless cherubs cant be killed without blessed weapons then well its somewhat fine. But still nothing they did was interesting or suprising. It feels like they were there to fill half of the time so the ep wouldnt be too short. Unless its more of a set up. But if so it still was somewhat weak. Maybe as i was so interested in Stolitz i just didnt have enough patience to care about cherubs. The fight was fun though, as was their reaction to Blitzos shopping. I am glad the I.M.P. got a chance to shine too. Especially Moxxie and his bitch line.

So now one last thing left. The ending. Obviously the best part. I loved how confused was Blitz and honestly i think his anger was understandable. After all he had no idea how Stolas felt and how he planned to end their arrangment. Blitz was both vulnerable and safe thanks to their deal, he was in a position of a "plaything" but also didnt have to be emotionally invested. He clearly hates himself, is insecure and generally cant imagine someone truly wanting him. So its not suprising that he reacted the way he did. In a way Stolas once again was the one to decide everything. He started the deal and then ended it. Without talking with Blitz. And to be clear, i dont think its fair to really blame Stolas. He tried his best. But well, they both lack the understanding. Stolas isnt aware that Blitz didnt believe in his love because of his own self-hatred. He now believes that Blitz simply hates Stolas. And Blitz really didnt have time to comprehend anything that happened so he acted harshly and in the end didnt even get the chance to apologise. I would like to also say sth about music in this scene. The fact that it was very emotional right from the beginnig even when Blitz was still in horny mood, it just selled it. It felt like real life when sth is wrong, but u notice it a little too late and then u just kind of crumble, get down from your high way too quickly and get a whiplash. It made it painfull to watch. I didnt cry though i heard many people did.

Anyway i am rather excited to see what will happen next and i really hope the episodes will hold some standard. Cause boy, the second season failed me a little to often.

Thanks for reading, hope u found sth interesting and sorry for any grammar mistakes and such.

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itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland · 3 days

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Hurting you would hurt me: Choso Kamo x Y/N

Requested: no

TW: Some mild violence

Word count: 979

Part 2

-I thought I'd try my hand at JJK fanfiction. Been craving for more Choso Kamo and thought I'd help out the cause. This is a multi fic, so be patient as a churn them out. -

-Additionally, this fic might have some spoilers. I will be changing the storyline of how the second season went. I am not loyal to canon events. #noregrets -

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-Knee deep in the Shibuya incident-

Masses of people screaming, and running. Panic is in the air. You’re running through the mass escorting and guiding people to safety. You work with Inumaki to make sure everyone is safe. Your heart is pounding in your ears, your own anxiety getting the best of you. You and Inumaki are able to herd people into what you both believe to be a safe location.

"That's that." You affirm.

"Tuna, mayo." Inumaki confirms.

"You stay with them. I'm going inside."

Inumaki assents.

You run down the train station levels. You don't see the others so you assume they've already cleared these levels. You make it close to where Geto and his gang are before you encounter someone.

A tall dark figure blocks your way. A man with two messy buns. His back is turned to you. You don't recognize him, so you believe he's an enemy.

"Been looking for you." You state.

"Huh?" He slowly turns towards you. His breath catches in his throat. He takes a defensive stance.

"Who are you?" He asks.

"Y/n, your executioner."

He stares at you, taken aback. He has never seen you and he regrets that this is the first time he gets to be in your presence. He doesn't know why but he couldn’t make himself speak or move.

"I’m Choso Kamo." He blurts out.

"Nice to meet you. Sadly, this is where you end."

He stands frozen. Words a jumble. He takes a deep breath and starts running.

"What the fuck?" You mumble to yourself as you run after him.

He's fast and focused. You vaguely know the layout of the train station which gives you an advantage. You catch up to him by the elevators.

"I thought Geto's men were supposed to be brave." You sneer.

That perks Choso up. He's angry that you questioned his honor so he turns to you ready to attack. You position yourself to return the attack. You make eye contact, and he wavers. He runs again.

"This motherfucker." You sigh as you recollect yourself before you run after him again.

You deploy your weapon, a large machete on a chain. He smoothly evades the machete but forgets the chain. You bide your time until he slips up and you wrap the chain around his ankles. He jerks backs from the momentum and hits the floor hard.

"Enough! Fight me and die. That’s your only option." You huff out.

"No." He speaks as he gets up.

"No? You've got this twisted sir, cause I'm gonna make you wish you had never met me."

"No!" He launched his attack but misses you on purpose. Your cheek received a cut while the whole terminal behind you crumbled.

You grin. "Oh yes."

You lunge at him, and he does the same. Before you are able to unleash your weapon again, he's behind you pinning you against a wall. Both of your hands were in one of his big palms.

You were mesmerized at how fast and strong he was. For the first time since arriving at Shibuya you were afraid.

"I can't do this. Please get out of here." He said in your ear.

He holds you in place for what seems to be an eternity. His breath hot in your ear. His chiseled body against your back. You gasp as he lets you go and he backs away, hands up in surrender.

You're confused by his behavior. Is this a trick? You hang your machete low by its chain, ready for anything but he doesn't move. You make sure to keep your back against the wall to gain an advantage.

Choso just stands there. Eyebrows knitted, mouth in a frown, confusion in his eyes.

"Explain yourself." You say.

"I can't hurt you." He reiterates.

"Are you afraid of death?"

"No. I’m afraid of yours."

You're truly dumbfounded. An enemy with compassion? This is a game and you're done playing. You unleash your weapon again without a warning. His eyes widen but he evades it easily. He focuses on evading your attacks in the hopes that you get tired and stop. You see what he's trying to do by avoiding all your attacks so you stop.

"What's wrong with you? I get not wanting to die but this is ridiculous. Pick a lane." You yell at him.

"Hurting you would hurt me." He says simply.

You stand there, still confused. Should you just give up? Was this a trap? What if he was telling the truth?

"Explain."

He looks flustered and at a loss for words. He fumbles over his words. He doesn't know where to start. His cheeks grow hot, his breath shallows.

"If... I hurt you... it'd be no different than hurting myself." He reiterated.

"You said that already. What does it mean? Like are we linked in some way?"

"I hope so." He mumbled to himself.

"Answer me." You command.

He stands there and walks towards you. You panic but don't move. His large body is inches from your smaller one. He raises his hand and places it over your shoulder. You can tell he is shaking. You look up at him and for the first time you can appreciate how handsome he is. Killing him would be a shame.

"Run from this place. It's not safe here."

"I know. That's why I'm here. I--"

With a swift move of his hand, he hits your shoulder pressure points making you faint.

"I'm sorry, but I can't have you die."

He crouches down to pick up your body. He revels in your scent, the weight of your body. He hopes that he can hold you like this again in the future. He slowly takes you back up to the surface and places you where he has spotted some of your colleagues. He sneaks back down to the train station in search of Yuji.

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Great news Tech fam, its Bad Batch Day and I am still on my bullshit with no end in sight, so welcome to another installment of This Isn’t Over Till I Fucking Say So, our man is alive and loved and coming home and canon cannot stop meeee!!!!!!! 😈

Implications Of Being Alive

Chapter 6: Is This The Real Life (Is This Just Fantasy)?

***CW: Talk of decom/death, dehumanization, and past medical trauma***

CX-2 activated… or… or perhaps Tech awoke.

Because Echo was still here, still holding its hand, even. It distinctly remembered asking Echo to stay with him, and Echo had responded Of course, vod. Right now there’s nowhere else I’d rather be, exactly.

He had kept his word.

Omega was here again, too, just like Echo had said she would be. He could barely make out the bright yellow of her jacket and tuft of blonde hair without corrective eye lenses of some sort, but the soft snoring sounds from nearby alerted him to her presence, and when he squinted, he could tell it was her, slouched over in a chair with her mouth hanging open.

Tech must have woken up, which meant it was dreaming again. Not that it particularly minded. That meant it hadn’t been decommissioned yet. Besides, it had never been able to stop the dreams before, but they had usually been pleasant. It was still registering some residual pain, but it suspected that if it woke, that particular issue would become significantly more apparent.

For now, it would accept the glitches. They were allowing it him to see his family one last time, which was more than he deserved.

“Well, look who’s up,” Echo muttered softly. “How are you feeling, Tech?”

Tech considered the question a moment before responding.

“Improved,” he settled on. What lingering pain he was still experiencing paled in comparison to anything he had been subjected to earlier, though he couldn’t say that it was completely gone.

“That’s good to hear,” Echo replied with a warm grin. “You should be in a lot better shape now. Not every medic knows how to work with biomechanics, but I happen to know of a few good ones myself. We got you a few upgrades. Couple of your servos were fried and your prosthetic arm was practically slag after that explosion. Omega got some good hits in on you too, but they weren’t lethal. Thank the maker she was holding back,” He muttered the last part under his breath.

“I would have to agree,” Tech said, glancing back over to her sleeping form in the chair. Omega had shown significant improvement in form and strategy in their fight since he had seen her last. It was obvious that his brothers had continued her training, and with his own degrading body and mechanics, it seemed unlikely now that he could truly match her. “I would rather not be dead.”

Echo grinned a little at that, though something sad flickered behind his eyes as he did. “Yeah… We prefer you not dead too, vod.”

Tech wasn’t sure what to make of Echo’s expression, but he nodded, moving an arm to prop himself up a bit better but quickly became aware of something strange. The arm felt different. Despite Echo’s claims of his arm being practically slag, it was fully functional, but not at all familiar.

“Ah… We had to completely replaced that,” Echo said softly, noticing his apparent confusion. “Even if the old one wasn’t destroyed, it was pretty outdated. Then again, I’m one to talk.” He spun his scomp a couple times, making a small whirring sound with it, and chuckled softly. “It’s a good model though, I made sure of it. Comfortable interfacing. Customizable, too. I… Figure you’ll want to make some adjustments of your own, once we have you out of here.”

“That would be ideal,” Tech replied, lifting the new prosthetic close to his eyes to examine it. There were modifications he had made to his old one that would likely be missed, however, many of those had been due to necessity in order to prolong function. If this arm worked as intended already, duplicating what extra features he was missing wouldn’t take much effort. Perhaps there would even be room to install some experimental ones.

A sharp inhale from the corner chair pulled his attention from the arm and he twisted eagerly in the bed to face Omega.

“Mmm awake,” Omega yawned, blinking rapidly as she jerked upright in the chair. “Wha’d I miss, I… Tech!”

Tech gave her a small smile and a nod. “Hello, Omega.”

“How are you now?” She asked in a voice full of concern, practically tripping over herself to cross the room to his bedside. “Are you still hurting or is it better?”

“My pain levels have decreased significantly.”

“How’s the arm?”

“It will suffice. It merely needs some modifications to achieve maximum functionality. Nothing I cannot handle.”

“How’s your head?”

“I-”

“Slow down there, Omega,” Echo said soothingly. “Let’s not overwhelm him just yet.”

Omega nodded curtly and met Tech’s eyes. “Sorry.”

“No apology is needed,” Tech said wryly. “It is natural to be curious…”

But he trailed off as he spoke the words. Even for a dream, that was certainly not an approved sentiment. Then again, neither was cohorting with rebel insurgents, or wishing to postpone its own decommissioning. Tech’s brow furrowed in thought.

“I’m glad you still feel that way,” Echo said with just a hint of suspicion. “I… We… Do need to ask you a few, uh… Sensitive questions. We can take it slow, as long as you answer honestly.”

Tech hesitated a moment, but nodded.

“Alright,” Echo said uncomfortably. “We’re really glad to have you back, vod, but… You were clearly sent by the Empire to stop us. Probably to kill us. Including Omega,” Echo gestured to the girl with his scomp. “We need to know why.”

“And you can tell us, Tech,” Omega said earnestly. “It’s okay. We won’t judge you, and we aren’t going to let them hurt you anymore.”

Tech nodded cooperatively. There wasn’t any harm in telling them, considering none of this was even real, though he knew better to believe Omega’s promise that somehow these figments of his imagination could save him. “My orders were to locate and eliminate the rebels completing a munitions transfer on Terova led by Hera Syndulla or be terminated in the attempt,” He recited. “I… Failed. On both counts, apparently.”

“Good,” Echo said, his eyes flashing before he visibly attempted to calm himself.

Shock flickered on Omega’s face. “Yeah… They should never have asked that of you Tech, that’s… That’s wrong. But we weren’t even transferring munitions,” She said crossly. “It was relief aid. Just rations, and most of it was for refugees…”

“That… is not what my intel reported,” Tech mused.

“Well. That’s not surprising,” Echo said. “So they ordered you to kill a bunch of relief workers or die trying?”

“That is what I said,” Tech stated. Although, he had to admit, at least to himself, that when Echo put it that way, it did sound… Disturbing. Calling it as such may be considered treason, but at the least, the mission had been an ineffective use of available resources. Not that it was CX-2’s place to decide that or have an opinion on the matter. Colonel Bragg had to have her reasons.

“Then what is stopping you from trying to finish the job now?” Echo asked darkly.

Tech blinked up at him a couple of times, then at Omega, who seemed to be holding her breath. He shook head. There was nothing for them to worry about, not here.

“The mission is a failure,” Tech repeated himself. “I will be decommissioned shortly.”

“You won’t,” Echo said firmly, but Tech shook his head.

“It is, sadly, standard procedure. My tracker cannot be removed. When they locate my body, if it is still… Functioning,” He chose the word carefully, it was important to be accurate when articulating these sorts of things to avoid unnecessary confusion, “I will be-”

“They won’t find you,” Echo snarled, his face contorting into something dark and vicious, giving Tech pause. “Hemlock may have designed it so removing that thing would kill you, but I made damn sure that the Empire can’t use it to find you anymore. You’re safe, Tech.” He let out a short breathy sigh and ran a hand over his bald head. When he spoke next his voice sounded softer and a little bit choked. “I told you, we’re not letting them take you back. Ever. And I’m sorry we ever let them get to you in the first place…”

Omega put a gentle hand on Echo’s back as he took a moment, covering his eyes with his hand. “Is… Is that all?” She asked hopefully. “The orders are gone so you’re just… you… again?”

Tech looked between the pair of them in confusion and concern. “I… Do not believe it is that simple… Or particularly relevant, here.”

“He’s not the only one they’ve turned against us, ‘Mega,” Echo muttered. “He’s right… It’s never that simple.”

“We’ll figure it out together then,” Omega said firmly. “You’re not alone anymore, Tech.”

That… would be nice.

But it wasn’t really true, was it?

“Tech?” Omega said his name again quietly.

Tech raised his eyes to meet hers. They were golden and sparkling and lifelike, just like in his malfunctions memories, but… That’s all this was. It was all just memories, fragments of his past manifesting themselves with whatever synapses were still firing in its brain and sending it these strange signals, creating the comfortable medical room and the advanced new prosthetic arm and dulling its pain. Omega and Echo acted so much like themselves because that’s how it knew them, that’s how he recognized them, but it wasn’t them.

They weren’t here. He was still alone. And he it shouldn’t care about such things anyways, it wasn’t allowed to, it wasn’t really alive and it would be dead soon anyways so what did any of this matter?!

The realization shouldn’t make a lump form in its throat or the heart monitor go off either. It squinted its eyes shut and shrank back into the bed as the noise pulsed maddeningly overhead, willing it all to just go away.

“Easy there Tech,” It heard Echo’s voice from overhead, and the same as last time it felt a hand slip into its own as if to draw it back, but a sharp jolt cut through his insides as he did. Whatever they were looking for in him, their effort was wasted. There was nothing of him for them to fight for. Everything it used to be back when it had a family and a purpose had been scooped out and shredded, there was just a hole in its psyche where the malfunctions that remained could reverberate off empty walls, taunting it, like they were now. Its actions proved as much. If that family even still lived after years of opposing the Empire, if they ever saw what their brother had truly become, they would want nothing to do with it. Those people had been good and kind. They had fought for each other, taken difficult stances against impossible odds, been loyal to one another, held up situations to a set of morals rather than simply to orders and taken action to protect the innocent and vulnerable from exploiters throughout the galaxy, even when they themselves had struggled to survive.

And CX-2… CX-2 hadn’t been that way for ten years.

It had been helping to build the very Empire that imprisoned and tested on the Clone Troopers who won it the war. It had hunted down insurgents of all kinds without question, using its ruthless efficiency, tactical cunning and fighting prowess to kill countless people. Whether or not they were innocent never mattered. It knew several had been civilians and that never made a difference. If Omega was to be believed, even its latest mission had resulted in destruction and possibly even death solely to stop people from delivering food and medical supplies to compromised populations. Such a thing couldn’t even be justified as a threat to the Empire, if it was true, and CX-2 hadn’t bothered to determine whether or not it was.

It killed all those clones on Teth.

It cut off Crosshair’s hand and taunted him as it did.

It even tried on its final mission to execute Omega!

“Talk to us, Tech,” Omega’s voice spoke soothingly overhead, making its stomach twist into knots. “Can you tell us what you need? We just need to know, we can help.”

“You can’t,” CX-2 choked out bitterly.

“We can, and we will. Whatever you need, we love you-”

“You’re not real!”

The words left its mouth and the tension in its chest crumbled like wet flimsi. It hurt to acknowledge as much, but pretending this was anything other than what it was would only hurt worse when reality came crashing back.

“You’re not real… None of this is real,” It repeated. “You can’t help me or save me so stop - Stop saying that you can…”

Whichever one of them was holding its hand tightened their grip and it opened its eyes. Both of them wore matching expressions of horror and shock, but… But of course they did… The people in its memories would be upset to hear it talk like that…

Echo nodded demurely, and Omega’s eyes shone with unshed tears, but she gulped hard and steeled her expression first. “So… what do you think is happening?” She asked, her voice wavering just a touch.

“All of this… It only exists in my mind. It’s a… A malfunction…”

“Uh huh,” She said, looking him fiercely in the eyes, though her voice somehow grew calmer. “So like a… A vision? A fantasy? dream?”

“It… It is more likely a dream…” It replied, wondering where this was going. A dream did sound more probable, given the circumstances. Its body ought to be unconscious back on Terova, whatever state it was in. Echo was giving Omega a miserable, quizzical look, but she didn’t break CX-2 Tech’s gaze.

“Okay. If it’s a dream, then… What happens when you wake up?”

Tech’s eyes went wide with fear. “I-”

“I don’t mean where are you going to wake up,” Omega said steadily. “Or what will happen to you. You don’t know if the Empire has found you yet. I mean what will you do? What choices will you make if you have the chance to make them?”

Tech opened and closed his mouth a couple of times. He… Wasn’t sure. It really depended on his circumstance, didn’t it? The question would be entirely useless if he woke up in the Empire’s clutches again, or if they decommissioned him before he woke up at all. He hadn’t considered the possibility that the Empire would delay looking for him, though, that he might have to choose how to proceed.

“I… Would return to Colonel Bragg,” It said slowly.

“Is that what you want to do?” Omega asked gently.

“No,” Tech responded without hesitation. “I want to stay here.”

His answer surprised him a bit, but then again, it was true. That was what he wanted, even if he wasn’t supposed to, even if it was impossible. Echo seemed slightly surprised as well, jerking his head up with wet cheeks and a hopeful glint in his eyes.

Omega gave him a small grin, but she alone seemed unfazed by the admission, and when she spoke her voice was still strong. “Do you want to see your brothers again, too?”

“I-” Tech started, but his voice caught in his throat as several questions tore through his mind like razors. He did, of course he did, that should be obvious, but - but were they still alive? Were they safe? Would his tracker attract the Empire to them if they were or had Echo really disabled it? After ten years would there even be room for an unexpected guest in their domicile, nonetheless after he blew up the ship that served as their last one? And did… Did they even want him back, after everything he had done?

“Tech,” Echo said, giving his hand another trembling squeeze. “They want to see you… They’ve missed you so badly. You… You have no idea.”

Tech took several breaths, parsing out everything he knew and turning those words over in his mind as if to analyze them. No matter which way he looked at them, though, it didn’t change his answer to Omega’s question. The heart monitor beeped a couple of times just before he opened his mouth to give his answer.

“I do want to see them,” He conceded, his eyes flickering between Omega and Echo in anticipation. “If that is true. That they… Want me back.”

There was something fragile in his voice when he said it, but Echo nodded warmly at him and lifted Tech’s hand in his own, touching both their knuckles to his cheek with a small sniffle. Omega’s face broke into a blinding smile, even as she finally blinked the tears from her eyes and hastily wiped them away with the edge of her sleeve.

“They do. I promise,” She said brightly. “I think the medics want to run just a couple more tests on you to make sure you’re healing well enough to travel, but as soon as that’s done, I can bring you home.”

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Tech hadn’t been sure what to make of their conversation from before. Even as the medics returned to test his mobility, check his vitals, and attend to his surgical sites, the idea of going home seemed strangely surreal. If this were a dream it would make more sense to simply skip to that part rather than be subjected to these tests. For one awful moment, he had realized the possibility of his body being tested on in real life, all the cold pricks and sharp prods a mental manifestation of whatever final experiment Colonel Bragg was subjecting him to prior to his decommissioning. If that were the case he might not make it to his brothers again after all, he may run out of time, the world could go black and he may never see their faces!

The heart monitor went off again and Echo talked him through those particular fears, shooting impatient glares at the medics as Tech did his best to focus on Echo rather than his thoughts or all the unpleasant sensations, and suddenly it was over. Tech was vaguely aware of someone declaring him fit to be released, but Omega let out a cheer and helped him down from the bed, and then they were walking, Echo on one side and Omega on the other. The pair of them led him through ship halls that were far from imperial, passing people who Tech could too easily imagine having on the other end of his blaster. They reached the hangar and boarded a ship Tech knew he had just shot down, one that bore an uncanny resemblance to the Marauder in places, and yet it wasn’t. It couldn’t be… He had destroyed that ship ages ago, after dedicating so much of his own time and care into its maintenance and customization…

“Welcome back to the Havoc Zillo!” Omega said enthusiastically, gesturing around the inside of the ship with pride. “She’s fully functional again so don’t worry about a thing. The trip is a shorter one. Hope you still like varos flavored rations.”

Tech nodded, looking around the ship in a bit of a daze. A droid waddled towards him with frantic, familiar sounding gonk gonk’s.

“I know, Gonky!” Omega grinned. “He’s starting to do better, I’m excited too.”

The GNK droid stopped just short of colliding with Tech and leaned itself forward towards his hand. Tech obliged with a small, warm smile of his own, resting the mechanical arm on it’s oversized top, and it let out a series of soft gngngngngngnk’s.

“Aww. He remembers you,” Echo crooned.

“Droids memory banks are not like sentients. Their data recall is significantly-”

“Oh I know, Tech,” Echo chuckled. “It’s still sweet.”

Omega had skipped her way to the cockpit already and the outer door hissed shut behind them. For a moment Tech grasped at the nearest console to steady himself as she prepared for takeoff, but he barely felt the lurch as they left the ground and the ship left the hangar behind.

She had learned well, after all.

For a second, Tech gazed at the blur that was the back of her head down the hall, considering it. This was a dream, it had to be, but… This Omega was older than in his memories, no longer the naive adolescent female who chose to sit with them in the cafeteria and picked a food fight in their defense. Granted, she had grown beyond that well before his time with the Empire, but this was something else entirely. Even if what he was seeing now wasn’t real… He hoped that the young girl he knew back then had gotten the chance to grow into someone like this. His brothers deserved the chance to raise her this way, even if he never got to see it.

Then, his eyes slid just past her, to a place on the console where a blurry object sat, glinting against the black expanse of space in the viewport behind it.

“Those are yours,” Echo said softly at his side. “Do you want to see them?”

Tech wasn’t quite sure what to say, he couldn't even see what the object was with his poor quality eyesight, but the statement made curiosity flare up inside him, and he nodded. Echo got up and crossed over to the cockpit, whispering a couple of things to Omega before taking the little item in his one hand and returning.

Echo held them out, and Tech recognized them at once.

“My goggles,” Tech said in astoundment, taking them gingerly in his hands. He had seen them before in the memories but they really did feel familiar in his hands now, too. Both the lenses were shattered and one was missing several chunks, they wouldn’t function without significant repairs but… But they were his.

Nothing had been his in years. It shouldn’t matter, he knew it in his head, but somehow it did. This should be a dream but the familiarity of something that was his own in his hands just felt so real, and if this was real…

Through the gap in the hall Tech saw as the color outside the cockpit changed from pitch black to fuzzy streaks of blue as Omega put the ship into hyperspace, and his breath caught in his throat.

“You should know,” Echo said under his breath, “Even if you weren’t there… She never flew without you.”

He nodded at Echo’s words, unable to speak, and held the goggles close to his chest, just in case they were real.

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