#void drabble

[hughiecampbelle]

Dawn (Bob Reynolds Oneshot)

Character/s: Bob, John, Alexei, Yelena, Ava, Bucky, Valentina

Word Count: 1,777

Prompt/s: 26.) soft, 15.) nightmare, 20.) “I missed you”

Inspired By: Panic Room by Au/Ra

A/N: I feel so rusty when it comes to fics lol. I like how sweet this turned out :) Felt weird today, idk. It's been really nice without my stepdad around, I just dread when they come home. I booked another therapy appointment for Friday to talk about it. I feel like I make a huge deal about what he does (the harassment) bc no one takes it seriously or freaks out like I do, especially my family. Stupid lol. Anyways. Feedback is always appreciated 🖤

THUNDERBOLTS REQUESTS ARE OPEN

The endings of your nightmares are stringy, tethered to the terrible things you’ve done, things done to you. Knotted around your throat as you cry out the same word. The line between dream and reality is so thin, so sheer, in these moments you can taste the screams between your teeth. No, no, please no! Strung around your fingers, clutching the foreign softness of your sheets. Wrinkled, smelling of cold sweat and, faintly, like detergent. Tangled around your limbs, you push it away, fighting it off, struggling to catch your breath. Take in your surroundings. Name five things you can see. Four things you can hear. Go through the list as you have done before. Tiresome, this routine. Calming with every passing second. There is no one here. The door is locked, barricaded by useless objects you’ve convinced yourself will protect you. The windows cracked open just enough to stick your fingers through, feel the breeze, the sun and rain depending. You should know, you touched the stars just before bed. Too far up for anyone to pry open from the outside. There is safety in the sky, you think to yourself, perhaps foolishly. Is there really any safety at all? Not just in this place, this bed, but the world, the planet. He is still out there. He can still reach you, if not here, now, then when you sleep. Shove it down, deep inside, and hope it will go away. Mention little of his name, his existence. Pretend. Play. Move on. Fuck, you whisper, balling you hands into fists, your spine arched in a sickening way, bent over yourself, afraid if you fling back the covers, stand, he will appear by your side. Stop it, you order yourself. The sky offers just enough light to play with the shadows of your room. A hand here, a face there. Light, you need light. 

Daylight creeps through the wall of windows. The beginnings of a day. Early, moody, the sun tries her best to break through the thick layer of clouds. Fog. Beneath, the city hums awake, stirring. There are no horns, no yelling or shouting. The sidewalks remain spacious, open. The tower is quiet, still, and you know whatever time it may be, the day is premature. I have to get out of here, you think impulsively, but where would you go? He knows this is where you reside. He knows you are one of them, your faces plastered across the city, the globe, an invention everyone seems skeptical of: New Avengers. Funny, you think, though it isn’t, not really. The Avengers, they were powerful. Strong. Eager to defend, to protect. You? You were something animalistic. Rabid. Angry. So angry. Some would say cold, heartless, and you wear it like a badge of honor. Put up a front: bite the hand that feeds you and see who bleeds. No one will hurt you like that again, you’ve made sure of it. It wasn’t part of the deal. Valentina was clear - do as you say, get paid, you could leave whenever you wanted. Look where that got me, you think bitterly. Stability makes you uneasy. Disappearing became a way of life. The faster you could take off, shed your name, your reputation, the better you slept. Not just stuck, but trapped. A mouse in a maze with no real end. A loop. A labyrinth. You believed her, that was your first mistake, and you’d never make it again. 

You push your things from in front of the door. A chair, a stack of books, a heavy basket of dirty laundry. Whatever it took to slow someone down, even if it’s just a little. Push it aside. Air, you think, I need air. You really were quitting after that last mission. Planned a vacation of sorts, the kind you never come back from. You would have gone missing, presumed dead, ensuring no one came looking for you. Ensuring he gave up his hunt. Would he mourn you? Or just your body? You had it all figured out, leave this life behind. The killing, too. No more blood on your hands. No need, not anymore, not really. And then she locked you in that furnace with the rest of them, tried to burn you alive as if others haven’t tried. And now? Now you march up the stairs, counting every step, trying not to panic at the smallness of the stairwell. The breeze is cool and nips at your face, kissing your cheeks. A figure sits by the edge of the building and for a moment, you think it’s him. He’s been waiting for you, expecting you, and you fell into his trap. A sour taste stings the back of your tongue, a wave of nausea overcoming you, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. Stupid, you think, how could you have been so stupid? All those flashing lights, the cameras quick, needing to capture your image. Reporters, too, each of their voices melted into indistinguishable questions, comments. Valentina, with her white streak, smiled back at you, cat-like in her movements as if you were a bird with a broken wing and she, eager to pounce. Until it moves, the light hitting his face, relief flooding your system. Hey you, he says, and he sounds like he’s smiling. You unclench your fists, dropping your hands by your side, making your way towards him.

What are you doing up so late? I guess, early, he chuckles, clarifying. He looks tired, deep bruised circles under his eyes. You shrug, sitting beside him, both your legs crossed just a few inches before the edge. Your words leaving you, abandoning you. I couldn’t sleep either, he says, filling the silence, and for that you are grateful. Did you hear them last night? All that . . . yelling. His last word comes out pained, as if reminded of his childhood. You nod, keeping your hands busy by pulling at a loose string from your sweatpants. It wasn’t fighting. There was no anger or hurt feelings. But the loudness, the drunkenness, the carelessness of it all between Alexei and John was enough to drive you both to your rooms. He tries to smile it off, his eyes cast downward at the streets, something about them coming alive as the sun threatens to rise. Yeah, I don’t know, it freaks me out a little. Before you realize, your mouth is open, moving. Me too. He seems surprised, his eyebrows raised, though you’re not sure at which: your response or that you responded at all. He chooses not to say anything, though you suspect a question sits on the tip of his tongue. They got pretty drunk, he laughs, though it’s that sort of uncomfortable laugh you catch yourself doing, like really drunk, he adds. You tried not to hear, staying as far from them as possible. John was too competitive, wanting to out-drink someone, both with their off-brand super soldier serum. He did his best, you guess that must count for something. You’re both quiet for a while, listening to the breeze swish through the leaves below.

You’re not sure where the others were, their input missing from the conversation. Ava, with her quick wit, would have said something snarky towards John, instigating him like a sister would her brother, a cat and a dog. Yelena rolling her eyes wordlessly and Bucky, the mediator, insisting they both go to bed. That’s what you were hoping for, anyways. A quick end to the night. Clean up the booze in the morning like a couple of guilty teenagers. Instead their voices boomed through the walls, tipsy laughter, comparing war stories. You fell into a fitful sleep, happy to escape the noise. Too reminiscent of him, his tone. His voice always grew high when he was emotional. Between walls, it all sounded angry, even if the safety of a laugh followed. The naivety of it all. If you had more guts, you would have told them to stop, to shut up, but in those moments, you turn into a child again. Small and frail and afraid. Hiding under the bed, under the covers, in the closet. Somewhere you can shut yourself in, curling into a ball, protecting yourself the best you can. Out came the books, the chair, the basket, blocking the door that you locked regardless. You had a feeling, now, that Bob must have done the same. Hiding himself away, seeking a sense of safety. Perhaps covering his ears with his hands until, finally, the noise subsides. Perhaps receding further into the room, to the bathroom, rocking back and forth between the tub and the toilet. You didn’t think of that. In the moment, in the panic, you don’t think much of anything. A survival instinct, one you cannot unlearn no matter how hard you try. 

I missed you, he admits, his voice quiet. I- I missed hanging out with you, he says, we didn’t get to, you know, with everything. . . He’s attempting to damage control, to back track. I missed you too, you say, pulling at the string until it snaps in two. Too afraid to look at one another, your gazes downward. At your laps, your hands, whatever might offer some sort of silly excuse of a distraction. Tonight, you say declaratively, we can do something, if you want? Bravely, you meet his eyes. He was already looking at you. You hadn’t noticed. A smile spreads across his face, shy and awkward, but you sense it’s out of nervousness, not malice. The light, the sky, bleeding oranges and yellows, the harsh blue dissipating, colors his face in a buttery warmth, adding a pinkness to his cheeks that almost mimics blushing. Thick and soft, the sunshine. You smile back at him, instantly embarrassed. Are you being too needy? Should you back off? Part of you doesn’t want to, though, no matter how loud your other half is. Suddenly his features aren’t tired, they’re striking. He has smile lines near his eyes, faint, but there. You never noticed. Never looked at him for this long. Always avoiding eyes, faces, as if to detach. To dehumanize. So as not to antagonize, as if making eye contact meant picking a fight you knew you’d lose. The longer you stare, the more you realize he’s quite handsome. Like a fawn, or a kit, with big, scared eyes and bashful features. Only if you want, no pressure, you add quickly, turning your attention back to the string. You’ve tied it back together, double knotted, your fingers moving on their own. I’d like that, he says, and then adds, I’d like that a lot.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can I request establish relationship with The Void (reader is also dating Bob) where it’s like, soft moments Void has with sunshine reader, please and thank you!!

#1

‘You trust in those belligerent fools continues to baffle me.’ The Void says as he watched Walker, Yelena, Ava and Alexi with suspicion and skepticism. He knew your heart was pure as gold, much like Bob’s which was one of the main reasons for your relationship being as beautiful and effortlessly filled with light and life, you both held similar values then you and The void did.

And yet you loved The Void all the same as you saw no point loving one part of a man without loving his darkness also, something The Void had once said you were extremely foolish for before finding himself where he was currently in being cuddled up in your arms, with you running your fingers through his hair and giving him kisses on occasions.

‘I can’t help it, they’ve saved me more times I can count.’ You replied softly, keenly aware of Void’s protectiveness over you with how hesitant he was to allow you closer contact with the Thunderbolts, not for any particular reason other then they were getting too close to what was his and Bob’s. The Void acted like your second shadow, always lurking close by, making sure that the message was clear to anyone who seemingly didn’t get it the first time; you were off limits and were not to be taken away from him should they wish a reckoning unlike another, and thankfully many understood when when they were biting off more then they could chew with The Void and left you both be for the majority.

‘Are you saying my protection isn’t enough?’ The void asked and you were quick to press a kiss to where you believed his cheek to be, his form was a hard one to navigate but after countlessly tracing your fingers across bob’s face, you believed yourself to be well aware enough to know where your kisses landed on The Void as his white pinprick eyes watched you unsettlingly.

‘I’m never saying that silly.’ You told him as you pressed another kiss to his cheek. ‘Your protecting of me is sweet and reminds me of that of dragons of fantasy books and movies I would always watch, ones where they’d fiercely protect their horde of gold and other riches with fire and annihilation.’ you add as you felt Void shuffle himself further into your arms, wanting to hear more of your words while hogging your warmth that seemed to be the only thing calm him down whenever one of the Thunderbolts step out of line in his eyes.

'Do you like these horde obsessed dragons who'd go to war for what's theirs?' The Void asked, his white pinprick eyes looking deeply into your own, much like two stars in the night that were for you and only you. While others might find them unsettiling and creepy, like they're being seen through and being disected to their foundations, yet to you it was anything but those things knowing that this powerful being was more then willing to wage war to keep you with him.

'i do.' you replied as you press your forehead against his, feeling nothing but protected, safe and weridly at ease because you knew that while you were within the presence of the Void, you could feel Bob with you as you felt Void raise his hand and caress your face with gentleness as you melted into hi touch with a smile.

'It makes me feel special, like i'm worth hoarding and keeping out of the hands of others, even if some people see it in a possessive light.' you added, knowing that many people saw your relationsip with The Void as posessive, but to you it was one where he did everything in his power to keep you safe and show a side of himself that went against everything you thought you knew about him. Yet you didn't mind it one bit as you knew that The Void was more then originally conceived, especially when he's nothing more then putty in your hand and asking deep and thought provoking questions.

Void brings his other hand to hold your other cheek softly as though he was handeling a feather, something delicate that he knew he shouldn't use his full strength on, unless he wishes to destroy that delicate feather entierly. 'Then i shall strive to keep you as protected, as safe within my care as i can and will wage war should i ever find that you were ever hurt or brought to harm, for i cannot exisit without my light to my darkness as we are equal beings on par with no one but each other.' Void finished as he kisses your eyelids, forehead and brim of your nose before snatching a final kiss ffom your lips, making you smile against his lips.

'sap.' you muttered playfully.

'only for you my light.' Void responded without heistation.

#2

'do i scare you?' Void asks.

You furrowed your brows as you looked at him, sure you had been made aware of the type of being the Void was by Bob, but now that you were seeing him yourself your feelings hasn't changed much regarding him.

'No.' you replied as you moved over towards him, reaching out to hold his face, pausing briefly when it seemed as though The Void flinched before allowing you to hold his face, letting out a sigh he seemed to have been holding ever since asking the question. 'why? should i be afraid of you?'

'No.' The Void anwsered as though your questioned had personally hurt him.

'Do you want me to be afraid of you?' you continued to ask, wanting to know why he was thinking like this, what was the reason behind it and considering how The Void usually holds himself, this only made you worry that something had gotten under his skin.

'Never.' The Void steps closer to you, hands holding you in place by the small of your back, making sure you were always within reach of him and never too close where he felt as though you'd feel suffocated.

'Then why ask if you knew the answer all along?' you spoke softly as your thumbs caress his cheeks while you tried to look for the anwsers you seeked within his pinprick eyes that reminded you of two lonely stars, together yet so isolated within the mass expanse of darkness, only within the company of the other for all time always; but there was beauty in that and you liked to think that you and Bob/The Void were those pinpricks that make up his eyes.

'For the reason why any other human would ask such questions, fear of one day that those fears will be realised and used against me.' Void tells you as he reassures himself in your existence by focusing on your hands upon his face and you just being in front of him, focusing on your breathing and the calm that you brought him as the fog within his head slowly disipates and gives way to clarity and content.

'i'd be more scared for the people who wronged you, the people who overstep the line with you, and those who were too confident that they could ever harm you.' You tell him as he remained silent and still as an unmoving shadow, waiting for you to say more should there be more for you to say, displaying his unwavering patience towards you.

'i could never be scared of your power when you use it to keep me safe, to keep me secure becuase the day i'm scared of you is the day i know i have lost the man i love forever.' You brings your hands down to his shoulders and massage the tenseness you felt there at a slow pace, encourging him to unclench his jaw and relax his shoulders for he was in no situation where he should feel on edge, or backed into a corner for that matter.

'And i have never yet felt that way and i know i never will. because i love you so blindingly, so unwaveringly that no matter what happens to us there will always still be an us when the dust settles.' you finished just as his shoulders fully give way and relax under your touch, his hands on the small of your waist tightening their grip before easing slightly as though he was checking that you were real, that you were here with him to calm him and reassure him that you could never seen him as anything but your protector and safehaven.

The Void tugs you closer to him until you were flush to his chest as his hands grew bored of being stationary and began to rub up and down your back. 'You took the words right out of my mouth my love, thank you for being the calm to my chaos, the peace to my destruction, but now it's time for rest don't you think?'

You smiled as you kissed his jaw. 'As long as you're there with me.' you said.

'of course.' The Void says softly as he leads you to bed, where he holds you closely for the duration of the night.

[girllblogging777]

daily reminder that there’s a reality where your s/o shifts for you, reads fanfics about you and writes to you on character ai

[trainer-from-unova]

muscle memory

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ship: the void x f!reader (x robert reynolds)

summary: on the few occasions that void was present he couldn't help but turn his neck in the direction ______ was facing, fix his eyes on her, prick up his ears when he heard her voice, and even felt the urge to take her hand. those were things, or rather according to him, distractions that got on his nerves.

au: everyone lives / bob and void are a system

c/w: post-canon, feelings realization and denial, love confession but void is very bad at feelings, background relationship with bob, fluff

a/n: this was wrote before watching the movie (edited version after watching it: Ⓢ) and english isn't my first language

word count: 865, short but sweet but here is a longer and more spicy version with a different ending

As a system, one personality may not remember the experiences of the other, but the muscle memory remained. On the few occasions that Void was present he couldn't help but turn his neck in the direction ______ was facing, fix his eyes on her, prick up his ears when he heard her voice, and even feel the urge to take her hand. To make matters worse she was often in his mind, and he didn't know if they were memories that weren't his own or if it was his imagination, which, for some reason, designed all sorts of scenarios with her. Those were things, or rather according to him, distractions that got on his nerves. He wanted to believe that it was more Bob's fault than his, so when he had the chance, on one of the occasions when he had control of his body, he went to ______ to question her.

When the young woman opened the door to her bedroom after hearing a knock on it, she smiled when she saw who it was, although when she saw his serious expression, it was quickly erased.

"What is it?" she asked.

"I'm Void," he informed her just in case, and she nodded, "Can I have a word?"

"Yeah, come in," she said stepping aside to let him in. As she closed the door behind him he looked around her bedroom, and noticed a cork mural on one of the walls, which had pictures with several of the so-called "Thunderbolts" and other friends, but mostly with Bob, with both of them grinning from ear to ear or pouting; selfies taken by them or full body shots taken by others, in different locations and wearing clothes from different climates. "What do you want to talk about?" she asked, snapping him out of his thoughts and making him turn to look at her, who was approaching him slowly, at the same pace as he was.

"I see flashes... of you, in all situations," and if the young woman was already confused and interested in his presence in the body and in her bedroom, with that sentence the confusion and interest increased. "I don't know if they are memories of Bob or if it's my imagination playing tricks on me. I want to know if what I feel is mine or his."

"...What do you feel?" she asked intrigued, leaning closer to him.

"Weakness," he answered quickly and without any hesitation, very sure of himself as usual. She looked at him in surprise and confusion, though she tried to be discreet and didn't realise that her breathing was hitching with nerves; Void already make her nervous, not because she was particularly afraid of him but for Bob's mental well-being, and this strange conversation wasn't helping. "I feel... a certain favouritism towards you, which distracts me when it shouldn't. Has he said anything to you about it?"

"Um- yeah, well," she said with a shy smile. "We've been dating for a while."

"...Oh."

He understood everything now, including the pictures on the corkboard, but he didn't understand the frustration he felt inside him. He didn't understand what she saw in Bob because, although he hadn't met him (for obvious reasons), it was clear to him that he was better than him or anyone else in every way. It wasn't love, it couldn't be — that word had no meaning for him, and he didn't see himself capable of falling in love with a human, even if she wasn't very normal and ordinary. He could only make sense of what he felt and the fact that he found her physically attractive with one explication.

"I suppose Bob's love for me is contagious," she said trying to hide the smile that formed on her lips.

"What you call love is just a chemical reaction to preserve the species," he said shaking his head subtly, informing and reminding himself, "one that I must feel from sharing the same body as him."

"So... as I understand it... you feel a chemical reaction for me?" she said smirking and raising an eyebrow. She was actually having fun with this, seeing the corny turn the conversation had taken. That Void felt something positive towards her (even if he implied it was something negative for him and that it was just a chemical reaction) had surprised her as well as flattered her. He simply looked at her in annoyance as he began to walk towards the door; not furious, but tired and perhaps even a little embarrassed to feel something so human when he was supposed to be a God. "Well," she said as she walked with him, going to his side, "anyway, thanks for telling me, I guess," she said as she opened the door, letting him out into the hallway.

Before closing the door, as he took one last look at her until only God knew when and wanting to say something else but not knowing what, she walked over to him, standing on her tiptoes and resting her hand on his shoulder to kiss his cheek. He assumed it was probably muscle memory on her part too, as it was on his with his racing heart as he watched her smile kindly at him as she closed the door.

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[nino-rox]

Stiles Stilinski x Male Reader | S

Warnings: NSFW Gay Sex, Explicit content, Teen Wolf AU, Teen Wolf x Male reader, Top Stiles Stilinski x Bottom Male Reader, degradation, raw (please use protection !)

Disclaimer : This is a Fan-fiction story written for entertainment purposes only, no part of the story implies or affirms anything regarding real world events or individuals. Please be of the appropriate age ( i.e, Adult as per your country’s stipulations and regulations) before interacting with this post

NOT PROOF READ !

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{A/N: Not proof-read! Have fun Pookies <3}

The thundering bass of the rave wrapped around Stiles like a living thing, vibrating through his chest, shaking the ground beneath his feet. Strobe lights flashed like lightning across the crowd—a blur of sweaty bodies, neon accents, and wild energy that surged with every beat. The air was thick with sweat, alcohol, and smoke, and it felt like chaos incarnate.

But none of that mattered to Stiles.

Because Y/N was here.

And holy crap, he looked good.

“Scott!” Stiles hissed, his voice barely cutting through the music. He grabbed his friend’s arm, nearly dislocating it in his urgency. “Scott! Look.”

Scott stumbled slightly, squinting in the direction Stiles was pointing. “Is that… Y/N?”

“Uh, yeah, that’s Y/N,” Stiles confirmed, his voice cracking slightly. “I knew he was lying. He said he was too busy, right? Those were his exact words. Too busy. But now he’s here, and—oh my God.”

Scott glanced at him, eyebrow raised. “Maybe he just didn’t want to come with us, man.”

“Okay, first of all, rude. Second, do you see him?” Stiles stammered, gesturing wildly toward the figure leaning casually against the bar. “Look at him! He’s a whole—he’s like—Scott, he’s a walking thirst trap.”

“Dude,” Scott sighed, already tired of this, but Stiles wasn’t listening anymore.

Y/N was there, drink in hand, the pulsing neon lights painting his skin in shades of purple and red. His dark button-down was halfway unbuttoned, hanging loose around his torso, and Stiles’ eyes zeroed in on the exposed lines of his collarbone, sharp enough to draw blood. His sleeves were rolled up, the veins on his forearms faintly visible in the light. But it was the shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of his abs—a sheen of sweat glistening faintly—that made Stiles’ throat go completely dry.

And then, the jeans.

They were impossibly, unfairly tight, hugging Y/N’s thighs in a way that made Stiles’ brain glitch like an old computer. When Y/N shifted his weight, Stiles’ eyes darted, unbidden, to the curve of his bubble butt, and a very inappropriate thought hit him like a truck: That’s not fair. No one’s butt should look that good in jeans. I could probably grab—

“Stop staring at his ass, Stiles,” Scott muttered, elbowing him hard.

“I’m not—okay, fine, maybe I was,” Stiles said defensively, snapping his head up to find Y/N’s face instead.

Only to find that Y/N was looking right at him, a sly, knowing smile curving his lips. Stiles’ heart stuttered violently, and Y/N gave the faintest tilt of his head before turning back to his drink.

“I’m dead,” Stiles whispered, running a hand down his face.

“You’re embarrassing,” Scott corrected with a smirk. “Let’s just say hi before you combust.”

As they pushed closer, the details of Y/N became sharper. Stiles could see the faint flush to his cheeks, the way his hair looked messily perfect, as though he hadn’t even tried. His posture was lazy, his body loose and relaxed in a way that screamed confidence. Stiles wanted to touch him—trace a finger down the bare column of his throat, drag his teeth against that stupidly perfect collarbone. Mark him, his brain supplied unhelpfully.

Stiles was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice Y/N had turned toward them until it was too late.

“Hey, guys!” Y/N called, his grin wide and inviting. The music muffled his words, but they still hit Stiles like a punch to the chest. He had that lazy slur to his voice, the kind that said he’d already been drinking, and his smile was slightly crooked, his eyes bright with mischief.

“Hey!” Stiles blurted, far too enthusiastically. “You—uh—you’re here! You said you weren’t coming!”

Y/N shrugged, taking a long sip of his drink before leaning forward slightly, voice dropping to a teasing lilt. “Plans change.”

And then—he winked.

Stiles froze, his face turning a dangerous shade of red. Scott, mercifully, stepped in to save him. “We were just gonna look for Allison,” Scott said, his tone amused but casual. “You and Stiles have fun.”

Scott gave Stiles a quick thumbs-up before disappearing into the crowd. Stiles didn’t even have time to glare at him because Y/N stepped closer, his body brushing against Stiles’ arm.

“Come drink with me,” Y/N said, reaching out to grab Stiles’ wrist.

The contact burned in the best way possible—Y/N’s palm was warm, his fingers rough and strong. Stiles’ heart nearly leapt out of his chest as Y/N tugged him toward the bar, weaving through the crowd with a casual ease that made Stiles’ brain sputter.

They ended up with shots in their hands, Y/N grinning like he’d won something. “Cheers,” he said, raising his glass, his fingers brushing Stiles’ again in a lingering, deliberate way.

Stiles swallowed, his eyes locking onto Y/N’s. “Cheers.”

They downed their drinks, and Stiles coughed, the burn of alcohol scorching his throat. Y/N laughed, leaning into him as they both stumbled slightly. The motion brought their faces close, their foreheads nearly touching.

“Careful there, lightweight,” Y/N teased, voice low and warm.

“Careful yourself,” Stiles shot back, trying to sound confident even though his brain was short-circuiting.

The music shifted, deepening into something heavier, darker. Y/N turned toward him, his grin softening as he tilted his head. “Dance with me.”

Stiles barely had time to process before Y/N’s hands were sliding around his neck, their bodies aligning as though they were made to fit. Stiles’ own hands found Y/N’s bare waist, his fingers brushing over the smooth skin. He swore he could feel the heat radiating off Y/N.

They moved slowly at first, the beat thudding like a heartbeat beneath their feet. Stiles’ gaze dropped again—Y/N’s shirt was long gone, tossed somewhere near the bar, and all that was left was miles of skin and muscle, flushed pink from the heat and alcohol.

Teeth marks, Stiles thought helplessly. I want to leave teeth marks right there.

Y/N’s fingers curled into the nape of his neck, drawing him closer until their foreheads nearly touched. Stiles could feel Y/N’s breath on his lips, warm and faintly sweet.

“You’re staring,” Y/N murmured, his voice low and teasing.

Stiles didn’t even pretend to deny it. “Can you blame me?”

Y/N laughed softly, the sound barely audible over the music. “No,” he whispered. “Not really.”

Their movements slowed, more swaying than dancing now, the space between them nonexistent. Stiles tightened his grip on Y/N’s waist, his thumbs brushing slow, deliberate circles against the bare skin. Y/N shivered slightly under his touch, and Stiles grinned, leaning in just enough that his lips brushed the corner of Y/N’s jaw.

Y/N sucked in a sharp breath, his grip on Stiles’ neck tightening.

“I should’ve dragged you here sooner,” Y/N murmured, his voice soft but charged.

Stiles smirked, letting his hands slide a little lower, teasing the edge of Y/N’s waistband. “Better late than never.”

Y/N didn’t respond—not with words, anyway. Instead, he leaned in, their lips hovering dangerously close, the tension between them so thick it felt like it might snap.

And Stiles was perfectly fine with that.

He closed the distance between them, pressing his lips firmly against Y/N, his grip on the other boy’s waist tightening and pulling him closer - till they could completely feel each other. It was electric, the way they fit together, their bodies moving instinctively.

As Y/N’s hands held Stiles face, their tongues intertwining in a dance of its own, a feeling of euphoria rushed through him, like nothing else existed. Just the two of them, their breaths mingling and hearts pounding together in sync.

It was perfect.

When they finally pulled away, both boys were flushed, breathing heavily and staring into each other's eyes. The intensity between them was palpable, and as they slowly began to regain their composure, they couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"That was... unexpected," Stiles remarked, chuckling slightly.

"You're telling me," Y/N replied, a slight blush spreading across his cheeks.

Stiles bit his lip, glancing up at him. "So, are we doing this?"

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow.

Stiles smiled, leaning in and gently pressing his lips against the other boy's, before whispering, "Let's get out of here."

They left the club, their fingers intertwined and their hearts beating rapidly in anticipation. The air was cool and crisp, and as they basically ran down the street to Stiles’ jeep. The tension between them was growing with every passing moment, and it wasn't long before they wouldn’t be making it do bed.

Pushed against the jeep, Stiles Stilinski and Y/N, kissing hungrily. Y/N was pinned against the car door, their tongues fighting for dominance. They were both moaning loudly, and it was obvious that the sexual tension between them had grown too much.

"We're not going to make it to the bed, are we?" Y/N murmured against Stiles's lips, his voice breathy and heavy with lust.

"Hell no," Stiles growled, pulling y/n off the car, hurriedly slamming the jeep’s back door open. They fell into the backseat, their limbs tangling, and the next thing they knew, they were kissing again.

It was passionate and messy, the air between them filled with nothing but heat and desire. They were both panting and moaning, their hands roaming each other's bodies, exploring every inch. Stiles took a moment to pause and just admire Y/N … in his car … he was so ready to ravage that body.

“You’re drooling sexy,” Y/N said as he winked, sending Stiles a smirk.

Stiles wasted no time in dragging his lips down the other boy's neck, pushing the other on his back. His skin was warm and soft, and as he reached the collarbone, he bit down, drawing a loud moan from y/n, whose hands snaked their way grabbing & tugging at Stiles’ hair.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he breathed into y/n’s neck, running his hands over y/n's bare chest and torso.

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his chest, and Y/N squirmed beneath him as the other’s tongue flicked across his nipple. He then moved to the other, sucking and nibbling. Y/N arched his back, letting out a string of whimpers.

"God, Stiles..."

Y/N bucked his hips up, desperate for some friction, but Stiles held him down, pressing him further into the car seat. His mouth continued its trail downwards, stopping to nibble at y/n's hip bones, biting, bruising and - marking.

Y/N’s already had a fucked out expression, one that Stiles was coming to love.

Y/N’s hands sneaked under Stiles’ t-shirt, roughly yanking it off.

“You’re sure getting needy,” Stiles said smirking as he dragged his tongue across Y/N’s v-line again, placing gentle kisses on the burning bruises, licking occasionally - making y/n arch his back his pleasure and pain.

"You're so good with your mouth," Y/N moaned, his eyes shut tight as his fingers tangled in Stiles' hair.

"Oh, trust me. You haven't seen anything yet," Stiles muttered, his voice low and husky.

Y/N let out another moan as he felt Stiles' fingers hook on the hem of his boxers, sliding them down painfully slow. Once they were discarded on the floor, he immediately turned the other around, gently smacking his ass.

Y/N gasped, a moan escaping his lips as the pain slowly turned into pleasure, making him rock his hips back, his cock rubbing against the leather seat.

"Fuck your ass is so juicy,” Stiles growled as his hands squeezed Y/N’s ass, spreading them apart. He leaned down, blowing gently against his hole.

"Please," Y/N breathed, his body shivering. "Stiles, please."

Stiles smirked and licked a wet stripe along the crack, tasting Y/N, hearing him moan loudly.

"Oh my God," Y/N panted, his fingers gripping the car seat. "Please, Stiles."

"Begging already, huh?" Stiles whispered, his voice dripping with lust. "You're so fucking sexy."

Stiles leaned forward again, this time letting his tongue slip inside. Y/N's legs shook, and he let out a long moan, his cock leaking onto the seat.

He continued to fuck the other with his tongue, his finger slowly creeping up the crack, teasing his hole, as his other hand grabbed y/n’s dripping cock.

"You taste amazing," he groaned, stroking the other.

"Fuck, Stiles, I'm gonna cum," Y/N whimpered, his legs shaking.

Stiles pulled away, his lips red and swollen.

"I don't think so, sweetheart," he said, his eyes glinting.

He flipped y/n around, pressing his lips against the other cock deep-throating it hungrily. Y/N's body arched, his eyes rolling back.

“Fuck STILES Oh MY GOD!” Y/N squealed arching his back as Stiles continued furiously bobbing his head, his finger gently massaging Y/N’s hole.

"Shit, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Y/N screamed, but Stiles had other ideas.

He quickly pulled his mouth away from the other, leaving him a whimpering, horny mess, as he pushed a finger into his hole.

"Please, please, I need to cum," he begged, his eyes pleading.

"You'll get to," Stiles promised, leaning down and sucking on his nipple.

Y/N was practically sobbing, his body convulsing. "Please, fuck me, please," he begged, tears streaming down his face.

"You're so fucking hot," Stiles muttered, pushing another finger inside.

Y/N cried out, his whole body shuddering as he came hard, his cum spraying all over his stomach.

"Fuck, that was hot, and I haven’t even gotten started yet," Stiles breathed, his cock twitching.

"Stiles," Y/N gasped, his chest heaving. "I need you to fuck me."

Stiles smirked, his hand running along the other's length.

"You're such a dirty slut, aren't you?" he teased, pressing his fingers into the other's entrance.

"Please," Y/N begged, his face flushed, with the most fucked out expression every, the kind that made Stiles’ hard on HURT even more.

Stiles pulled his fingers out, and pushed them in repeatedly, thrusting, and curving his fingers. Y/N was writhing and panting, his cock already hard again, his prostate sending waves of arousal through him.

"Fuck, I can't wait any longer," Stiles growled, unbuckling his pants as he licked his lips.

Y/N got up, grabbing stiles arm pushing him down. Straddling him and rubbing his ass on his raging hard on.

"Fuck me, How are you so huge,” y/n said panting as the other positioned himself.

"You're the one who's going to take all of this," he growled, grabbing y/n by the hips.

Stiles bucked his hips, his tip prodding but not entering the other's hole.

"Fuck, stop teasing," Y/N said, his voice trembling.

"Beg for it," he whispered, his fingers digging into the other's flesh.

"Please, please, I need it, I want it, fuck, please, Please let me ride you! I want you I want you so bad," Y/N whimpered, his legs shaking.

Stiles gave him a wicked smile and slowly bucking his hips, entering the other with his tip, and slowly letting himself fill the other.

"Ah, fuck, you're so tight," Stiles moaned, his hands gripping the other's waist.

"Ah, ah, ah," Y/N whimpered as he felt the other fill him up, stretching his walls, his body tensing.

"Oh my god, fuck, you're so big," Y/N groaned, his head thrown back in ecstasy.

"God, you feel so fucking good," Stiles grunted, his fingers digging into the other's hips, spanking his ass as hard as he could.

Y/N moaned, his eyes rolling back, his body shivering.

"Please, please, harder, fuck me harder, oh my god," he whimpered, his voice a low whine.

"I'll give you harder," Stiles grunted, spanking the other, as he began thrusting into the other with full force.

"Fuck, you're such a slut, aren't you?" he groaned, his nails raking across the other's back, unconsciously drawing blood.

"Oh, fuck, please, yes, fuck me harder, harder," Y/N begged, his body tensing, his cock throbbing.

"That's right, beg for it," he growled, spanking the other again.

Stiles’ hands moved all over y/n’s body, as if he was making a mental map of every inch of him - and now it all belonged to him. His fingers gently played with Y/N’s nipple, causing him to squirm.

"Fuck, you're so hot, so beautiful," Stiles murmured, his thrusts growing more erratic, y/n struggling to keep riding at such a pace.

"I'm gonna cum," Y/N panted, his body trembling, his toes curling.

"Not yet, not yet, I'm not finished with you yet," Stiles grunted, his grip tightening. As he pushed y/n onto his back.

"Wait, what, are you gonna-"

Before he could finish, Stiles was pushing the other's legs apart, his tip brushing against his hole.

"Oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes," Y/N moaned, his body arching.

"Such a good little slut," Stiles said, grinning down at the other, his cock throbbing, as he entered the other's hole.

"Yes, yes, oh my god," y/n panted, his hands gripping the leather seat.

Stiles thrust deep and hard, his tip brushing against the other's prostate, causing him to scream, his whole body spasming.

"You like that, don't you?" he grunted, thrusting deeper, harder.

"Yes, oh god, yes, please, please, fuck, don't stop, don't stop," y/n begged, his body shuddering, his legs trembling.

"So tight, you're so tight, fuck," Stiles moaned, his hips slamming against the other, his balls slapping the other's ass, his grip on the other's hips almost painful.

"Harder, harder, fuck, fuck, please, fuck, oh my god," Y/N cried, his face twisted in pleasure, his cock dripping, as Stiles slammed his prostate with his thick 10 inches.

"Such a slut," Stiles grunted, his nails digging into the other's thighs.

"Yes, fuck, I'm your slut, fuck, I'm your dirty whore, please, I'm your fucking slut, fuck me, use me, oh my god, please, fuck, oh god," Y/N whimpered, his words incoherent, his mind spinning, his whole body shaking.

"I'm gonna cum," Stiles growled, gripping the other's hair, as he bit down hard sinking his teeth into y/n’s neck again -

| his thrusts growing erratic.

"Cum in me, cum in me, please, fuck, I want it, I want it," y/n begged, his legs wrapping around the other, pulling him closer, his hands clutching the leather seat.

"Take it," Stiles growled, thrusting his full length deep into the other's tight, hot hole, as he shot his load inside.

"Fuck, fuck, yes, yes, oh god, fuck," Y/N panted, his eyes rolling back, his legs quivering, as the other filled him, his whole body shuddering with orgasm.

They stayed like that for a few moments, both of them panting, sweaty, and breathless, their bodies glistening in the dim light and sweat.

"Holy shit," Stiles finally managed to say, still not pulling out of the other, his cock still twitching, his breathing ragged.

"Yeah," Y/N panted, his eyes still unfocused, his face flushed.

"That was..."

"Fucking amazing," Y/N finished for him, grinning, his hair matted, his body drenched.

"Yeah," Stiles said, his chest still heaving.

"Yeah," Y/N agreed, his breathing beginning to steady.

"So, what do we do now?"

"Well, we could always go again," Stiles said, smirking.

"I like the way you think," Y/N said, laughing softly.

(Author’s Note: RINSE AND REPEAT BITCHES ! Thank you for reading ! This was originally written for my Stiles x male oc reader Story: ANOMALY. So please don't be shocked if I reformat and edit to put this smut into ANOMALY! THANK YOU FOR READING )

CHECK OUT ANOMALY ! From my master list in bio!

[spidey-webz]

18+ MDNI

virgin!bob that’s so desperate for you. he hasn’t fucked you yet, but you’ve made out with each other. let him touch you. his cock always grows hard in no time, heavy against your inner thigh as if being inside you becomes more urgent with every day.

he whimpers against your lips when you wrap your legs around him and he ruts into you, multiple layers of clothing still separating you. he can’t wait to finally find out what it would feel like, to be between your legs and feel your pussy clench around him. bob has touched you before, fingers slipping between your folds messily, maybe a little painfully so, watching your face for any reaction. he had clumsily fumbled at your clit, a small attempt at making you cum for him.

you had taken his hand and showed him how to properly touch you. and god, he is an avid learner.

one day, you decide to let him rub himself against your panties. he watches your hips buck up against him when his tip slides over your sensitive clit, panties turning dark from your fluids and his own. bob mumbles profanities under his breath, his tip red and angry, before he wraps a hand around his cock and starts stroking himself.

he comes so quickly. the sight of you, all naked except for your panties, is already enough.

his hands are back on you afterwards, his cum still sticking to your belly and he rubs it in a little before leaning back down to kiss you. messily. his cock is still bumping against your thigh and he gets hard again, thanks to the serum.

“p-please, i want to-“ his voice is nothing more than a stutter, his big hand sliding down your hips and pushing your legs apart a little more. “wanna feel you properly. need it.”

you can’t deny him what he wants, right?

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Bob ideas:

I love the story you wrote about the cat being on his chest. What if you did a Bob x reader where the reader takes him to a cat cafe for a date and he ends up bringing two cats home. One for the reader and one for himself? (They share a room).

I love this idea!! Thank you so much for the request I hope you enjoy it, I did only give him one cat instead of two since the reader already has a cat but I can totally write about the two of them getting a cat to share!

(Found the picture on Instagram)

It's been a few months since Bob met your cat and the two of them were inseparable. It was an adorable sight to see and it made your day to watch your two loves interact...but dammit you missed your cat! They ignored you, they went to him for cuddles and pets now and you had finally figured out a plan to get your cat back without breaking Bob's heart.

You saw an advertisement for a new cat café in town and Bob had mentioned wanting to find a new café to go to regularly. Your plan was simple, get dressed up in one of his sweaters, to distract him of your true intentions, and take him to the cat café in hopes of getting him his own kitten...or at least find him a new café to go to.

Bob was in awe with the sight in front of him. Did I miss a special event? What day was is it? His thoughts began to race but they quickly stopped when you came up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck while smiling up at him. "Baby" He whispered almost scared of ruining the peace he was currently feeling. "We match!" You giggled, "Are you ready for our date? " You ask excited about your plans. His face falls slightly, he can't believe he forgot that it was date night! Before his thoughts could spiral your voice interrupts him. "You look very handsome, you did something new with your hair"

He smiled at you, "you noticed" he said in disbelief, you noticed... you always noticed. "I always pay attention to you Bobby." He kissed your lips as if you would shatter under him. Bobby...he was starting to like that name now that it falls from your lips.

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The two of you walked to the café. Bob was enjoying your hand in his hand and you were enjoying the comfort his presence brought you. Bob smiled as he realized where you took him. "Is this...cats and tea? That's a thing!?" He asked in awe, if they have books in here he might be in heaven. Opening the door for the two of you the smell of coffee and baked goods engulfs you.

You let Bob go to a table while you went to the counter to order for the two of you. "Hi little one" he mutters to one of the cats near the table he sat at. The cat rubbed against the hand he held out for them. You came to the table shortly after the two of them met. A soft smile flickered across your face as you sat the drinks and muffins down. "I see you met a friend" he nods at your statement. "They're a sweetie" he smiled as he picked up the tea you got him.

The two of you stayed at the café long after the drinks were empty and the muffins were shared. You talked about how therapy had been going for the both of you, he talked to you about some new things he wanted to try, and the two of you planned a trip to the library for the next day. During the entire time you were there the cat never left his lap. It didn't get up to get food or water, didn't go to any of the other customers, it even came back after their trip to the litterbox. You weren't sure that Bob was aware of the fact that you can adopt the cats from the cafe (I didn't lmao)

When you suggested heading back to the tower the happy, light mood that Bob had been in all day crumbled at the thought of leaving the cat behind. "Oh okay. You're right" he nervously chuckled, "it is getting late isn't it?" He mumbled as he placed the cat on a nearby cat tree. Your heart broke seeing him so distraught over going home without the little kitten.

"Bob" you softly announced as you put your hand on his forearm. "How about we talk to an employee about adopting him?" Both Bob and the kitten perked up hearing your suggestion. "We can? that's allowed? We can adopt the cats here?" Bob asked trying to stop himself from getting excited, expecting to get the news that even if it is allowed they won't let him adopt the kitten. You smile at the clear excitement in his voice before nodding, "We can if you'd like to, we just have to go talk to the employees at the counter."

Bob bends slightly to let the cat climb back into his arms before you guide the two of them to the counter. You did most of the talking and Bob nods as the employee talks about what the cat needs and how to take care of them. They assured you that the kitten is a boy, he has all his shots, and is available for adoption. The employees felt a sense of joy as they watched the kitten and the man holding them perk up at the news. "I'd love to take care of him" Bob signed the papers and before you knew it the two of you were walking home with a new carrier and a new kitten.

Let's just hope your cat and the kitten get along...

If you like my work please let me know! Reblogging, commenting and liking are huge and easy ways to let me know you're enjoying my work and it keeps me motivated to post way more!!! Request are always open for Bucky and Bob <3

[circinuus]

thinking about tackling and squeezing the living daylights out of lycaon or wriothesley ughh; running up to them, headbutting them on the chest, pressing your ear to where their heart is nestled, crushing their ribs and plant a clawing grip on their back. you can try all you might but they won't topple beyond a slight jostle or a small step back. their arms will find a secure place on your shoulder; a beat of a startled breath before it's replaced by an incredulous chuff. the same arms follow suit and return the gesture, pressed gently on your lower back. they smell like tea and something clean and nice and warm. it's half part of pleasant and ridiculous, how they let you, inexorable and arbitrary, indulge in their presence like this. when you giggle from the charming absurdity and your breath tickles the skin of their neck, you can feel the vibration of their hum, their throat against your nuzzling cheek.

you both stay like that for a while; life is good.

GHHHHSOBSSSS GENTLEMEN ONE CHANCE

[isaacthedruid]

i love to think about (non sexual) intimacy between buck and eddie and how they aren't together (yet) but how it would probably just happen sometimes. i like to think about buck bathing eddie after the shooting. they are so gentle and tender, and just so appreciative of the other. buck's hands are careful as he washes eddie, even if he's terrified of even washing the gunshot wound. (he will replace the bandages as many times as eddie needs and he will monitor eddie's health.) and he pours all his love and care into eddie by washing him, cleaning parts of him he's never touched before but has wanted to so badly. he adores washing eddie's hair, he's always wanted to card his fingers through it. and suddenly, he is. not in the way he imagined it would happen. yet, there he is and his clothes soaking wet from spraying himself with the shower head while trying to get the rest of the soap out of eddie’s hair. this erupts sleepy chuckles out eddie and makes it all worth it. when he’s done, eddie convinces him that he will be fine to get dressed on his own and that buck should take a quick bath too. so, after his own bath, buck– with a towel wrapped around his waist –eventually finds eddie laying in the bed. he’s still naked with just a towel resting over him. “you didn’t get dressed,” buck teases, there’s such a fondness in his voice that it makes eddie smile. “i didn’t feel like it,” eddie replies, “wanna lay down with me?” and now, if eddie were any healthier or better rested, this probably wouldn’t have ever happened but it’s what he needs right now and he couldn’t deny himself of it. not if it was right in front of him. not if it was buck. “you sure?” buck asks. “i wouldn’t have asked if i didn’t mean it,” eddie says, finally meeting buck’s eyes. that’s all the answer buck needs and he lays in the bed next to eddie, careful with his touches. soaking in eddie’s body heat beneath his palm, buck gently explores him until his hand finds its home on eddie’s waist. eddie’s own on buck’s chest, thumb brushing back and forth just over his heart. there isn’t more they do than this, just warm hands and breaths against the other’s skin. maybe they share a kiss or two, or maybe not. that’s between them. however, this is what they need right now. for eddie, it’s buck’s love and care. for buck, it’s eddie’s warmth and beating heart. maybe he finds eddie’s pulse on his wrist or he rests his head quickly down to hear it thrumming in eddie’s chest. maybe he doesn’t. it’s just them there, where sleep eventually finds them; safe, warm and alive. 

[namisin]

18+ content, MDNI. had to get this one off my chest after listening to August again.

the last thing you expected to hear after the automatic voicemail message, was your ex-boyfriend's voice crackling through the speaker.

"hey," he greeted, sounding breathless, "been a while, right?"

gojo fucking satoru. the two of you had broken up well over six months ago, with him citing he just didn't have the time to juggle a girlfriend and curse-slaying anymore. you let him go amicably, why push something that wasn't working out for you both, right?

considering he was the one to break up with you, his appearance in your voicemail box was wholly out of left field.

"i know, i know...we broke up a while ago, and i'm over you- i swear! i just, uh, saw your last instagram post."

your brows furrowed over narrowed eyes; the fuck was he doing stalking your socials?

"i probably shouldn't be this pissed off about it, but you moved on, huh? postin' each other now, congrats. must be serious."

it didn't sound very congratulatory, you noted. it sounded more like he wanted to rip the guy's head clean off.

"i know this is pretty outta pocket of me, but, speakin' of photos... i found a pretty cute one goin' back through my gallery. can you guess which one?"

the fuck was he doing still looking at old pics of you?

"yea i know, there's a lot of cute ones of you to pick from... but it's the one of you on my floor, with your ass way up in the air 'n my dick in your mouth."

embarrassed heat slithered across your cheeks; you remembered it vividly.

"like your outfit in this one too. it-it was a fun one to take off that night. remember how fucking insatiable you were for me? sitting in my lap, rubbing me through my pants... shit... i was sure everyone would see how hard you made me. had to get you home quick and shove my dick in your mouth to finally shut you up."

hearing his chuckles hiss through your phone, you wanted to reach through it and smack the smug look off his face you just knew was there. you still couldn't help but notice how his breath hitched, catching on his words.

"anyway, i-i called to see... to see if you'd let me fuck one more time. for old time's sake. i know i could treat you so much better, so c'mon princess. le'me fuck you just one more time. make you cream and drool and fuckin' squirt all over me just one more time. you know i'm good for it."

it was wrong — you knew it was wrong and it pitted your chest — but you just couldn't help the way your thighs pressed together. he wasn't wrong about being good for it, though.

"i know you never lost my number so call me, huh? or don't. i'll get it if you don't, i'll even delete the photos but- i know you still want this, princess. say the word and i'll come pick you up from your lil' boy toy, show you how you're meant to be fucked. i know he isn't doing it like i can, so—"

"—call me, yea?"

[etherealsymphony]

Love that Bob and Yelena both have that crispy, wheezy laugh going on

[proxycrit]

Elesa climbs to celestial tower to ring the bell. Emmet, stuck in between the distortion world, finds his way home.

Part 1/ Part 2

The conductor falls, down, down, down.

“What’s my name?” He calls to the abyss in terror (what is terror?)

He’s a singular being, right? (That’s not right. He’s one of a pair.)

The abyss gazes back. It has no answers to give, in its multitude.

Not to someone that’s so, so alone.

———

Somewhere else, one Elesa of Nimbasa rings the Celestial Tower’s Bell, over and over. Her companion, Chandelure, keeps watch.

Nothing happens.

Elesa’s stomach sinks. The reverberations of Celestial Tower’s brass bell mocks her in its echo. The vibrations of it’s distortion only makes the tears she tries to hold at bay worse.

In the blur of her failure, she sees chandelure’s flames suddenly die. Part of her panics.

The rest of her is apathetic and numb.

What’s the point? It didn’t work. Elesa closes her eyes. Tries to swallow, and fails. She’s so tired. She’s so, so tired. The deal with Azelf, the media storm she’s weathered, the constraints of her job, the almost loss of chandelure-

Emmet has been gone for three months. Ingo has been gone even longer.

They have gone where she can’t follow.

Elesa, the ghost whispers in her head. Elesa shakes her head in denial. She doesn’t want to plan right now. She wants to curl into herself, and disappear, just for a bit.

Elesa!

“I can’t do this,” she croaks. The sob in the back of her throat bubbles outwards. She wants Zebrstika. She wants Skyla. She wants her friends.

The paliphet Azelf forced her forward. It permeates her thoughts, drowning out logical thought.

(Too much willpower, and it will become an obsession, Azelf had warned her once in Ingo’s voice. And then, in Emmet’s voice: And when you fail, it willll break you. And finally, in her own voice: you will not have a choice but to move forward, with this curse.

I accept, elesa and told it back in the lake.)

I’m so tired, Elesa thinks now, two months later.

But she keeps moving forward. The bell rings again as Elesa strikes it, with all the hurt and rage and longing forced by her own hand into her soul-

-And that’s when chandelure screams, and there is a terrible rolling crack, and Elesa feels the sudden lurch in her gut as she looks up, her apathy torn into shreds as-

The sky tears open in a fractal wave.

Elesa gapes.

She can not comprehend the sudden black webbing across the sky. In the distance, sirens suddenly start wailing as people stop to perceive the impossible.

But Elesa does not care, because in that moment, the wrench in her gut is so great she almost staggers off the platform. Chandelure is by her side in an instant, her glass body a warm comfort to the sudden chill, because-

Something white is falling.

Elesa’s doesn’t know what she yells. But the tug in her chest feels like the beat of a drum, and she is helpless to the melody that calls for action.

Azelf’s blessed takes a leaping step forward, off the building. Chandelure lets out a panicked chime and the warmth of psychic cradles Elesa as she reaches out, arms outstretched, falling and flying and-

And Emmet, sparking with white electricity, reaches back.

NOTES:

AU’s Salvaging the Ship of Theseus! Everybody has a Bad Time. (Emmet and Eelektross go to Hisui and learn about the joys of the distortion world. Elesa hunts legends and makes bad deals. Ingo babysits some sneaslets.)

Backstory and explanation:

Prior this scene, Emmet was travelling Hisui with Eelektross before he falls through a mirror and becomes lost in the distortion world for a month. Elesa and Chandelure, meanwhile, refuse to give up on their remaining friend. (Ingo’s fine! He’s in Hisui right now trying to get fired so he can go searching for his memories. Eelektross is… less fine. We will Worry about That Later.)

Disclaimers: Everything’s a work in progress and subject to change!

Part 2!

[critterbitter]

Do you have an ao3/plan on uploading your work there?

(Does a lil jig) I have no work on ao3 but I have been drabbling together some stuff! It’s a long term project though haha, and I’m not likely to post because I’m still job hunting. (Shakes my little hat) but i can be convinced! Some stray dollars for lunch mmmight motivate me. Ehe.

For people curious what I WANT to write, if i have time:

Hisui Horizon Event — (alternate version of Canon but flavored with my war crimes.)

Ingo is sent to Hisui with no name and no memories. He copes.

Without her anchor, Chandelure fades. (Elesa and Emmet, mourning the loss of their third, will not let her slip gently into the grave.)

Salvaging the Ship of Theseus — (definitely canon divergence because, well.)

Emmet and Eelektross fall into Hisui seventeen months after Ingo’s disappearance and a month before PLA.

May I introduce: Shitty merchant Emmet, who’s definitely not fluent in Hisui flavored Kantonese. One concerned Eelektross, who’s about to change the landscape of pokemon-human relations forever. Warden Ingo, who is attempting to retire wardenship to go looking at the rift bubbles. Lady Sneasler, who’s using Ingo as a babysitter for her three rascally sneaslets.

And a very angry Elesa, armed with an extra pissed Chandelure, as they hunt down Sinnohian legends to get their favorite muppets back.

(HERE’S A DRABBLE. I have a lot of thoughts for Salvaging the Ship of Theseus. So many thoughts. Help. HELP.)

(Sigh. I have so many outline ideas. But writing is hard so yall. Art or fics, I’m not powerful enough to do both.)

But also interest check? Intwest chweck? WAH (gets swatted at with a broom))

[treasuringizu]

“Hmmm…” Satoru holds your hand up, twisting it this way and that and carefully examining it, pitch-black glasses discarded on the side to allow his azure eyes to show. He hums, a deep rumble in his throat as his long, pale fingers trace the back of your palm, gently tugging on your pointer finger, then your pinkie, and your ring finger.

His eyebrows furrow in faux concentration, lips in a pout, and then he nods once to himself. “Alright. Looks promising!” He says out-loud to himself, like a child inspecting their new toy.

You’re so used to his antics that you don’t even bat an eye at his out of the blue examination of your hand, an amused smile playing on your lips as you watch him. You had been walking past where he sat on the couch, only for his arms to wrap around you and pull you sideways onto his lap, no care for what you had been doing prior. He then proceeded to grab your hands with no words, silently beginning his very serious yet sudden inspection. Not like you put up much of a fight, though.

“Satoru,” you say. He rubs his thumb over your knuckles. “Everything okay, baby?” You ask, raising your eyebrows as your smile grows wider with the way his arms tighten minisculely over your midsection at the pet name. You love him. So, so much.

He grins, pearly white teeth winking at you and he ardently nods his head. “Yes! Everything’s great in fact, my dear sugar plum.”

You shake your head, and his attention is momentarily taken from your hands to you, dramatically sighing. “Not that one either?”

“No, Satoru. Try another name.”

“Aw, okay. Anyways!” He intertwines your hands together, affectionately squeezing. Your arm that’s wrapped around his shoulders moves so that your other hand is in his hair, running through the soft snow-white strands, causing his eyes briefly flutter shut at the kind touch. “…Hmm.”

You grin, always happy to see the little ways you affect him. “Anyways…” you prompt, dragging it out and successively reminding him of what he had started to say.

His eyes snap back open, and he gets back to his original task. “As I was saying, you have really, really nice hands,” he murmurs, gently swaying your locked hands, then placing a soft kiss on the back of your palm. “I love them.”

“Thank you, Satoru. I love your hands too.”

“I know, they’re pretty amazing.”

“I’ll smack you.”

He glosses over your threat. “Buttttt…” His grin grows a bit shy, timid— well, as timid as he ever could be. Leaning in for a kiss, you meet him half-way, and your heart leaps as your lips touch, even though this definitely isn’t the first time he’s kissed you before.

When you part, he leans his forehead against yours, his hand that’s not interlocked with yours smoothing over your back, under your t-shirt and fervidly rubbing against your bare skin.

He winks, and your mouth dries. “I think it would look even better with a ring on it.”

[jinkoh]

break the ice - masterlist

juyeon x fem!reader smau

you've been crushing on hyunjae from the college's ice hockey team ever since you'd first seen him. but when you finally pluck up the courage and confess to him, somehow the person standing in front of you is his insufferable teammate instead? and why does he seem so happy about your confession?

tags: social media au, college au, ice hockey au (i promise u don't need to know anything), one-sided e2l, misunderstandings, accidental dating; warnings: swearing, stupid jokes, mentions of ice hockey appropriate violence (non graphic), probably alcohol consumption at some point, no face/body claims

a/n: soooooo i'm doing this 🙊 somehow starting this makes me v nervous but this ice hockey au is something i've been thinking abt since last november so i decided to just go for it 🫣 if you follow this story i'd rlly rlly appreciate any kind of comments/feedback so that i know someone is actually reading this and i'm not just posting into the void 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 anyway hope you'll enjoy the ride~

[ongoing] - updates irregularly

introductions.*❆•.❅·*

local circus (yn's friends) arctic foxes (the ice hockey team)

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[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Migraine pains

Summary: Bob helps you while you have a migraine.

A/N: I personally suffer from migraines and honestly I think I've written a migraine fic about every character I write for.

Bob left you in bed early in the morning for training, in the midst of it he texted you a quick good morning message. Towards the end of his session, he got a message from you responding to his good morning and alerting him that you woke up with a migraine...again. This is the third day of you having a migraine and Bob was really starting to get concerned. He felt a weight settle in his chest knowing you were currently hurting. He stopped by the kitchen to grab one of your reusable ice packs that you keep for days like this. He wrapped the ice pack in a towel before rushing to his room.

Opening the door as quietly as possible he tiptoed into the room, more aware of his footing now more than ever. The air stinged from how cold it was, it nearly knocked the breath out of him. Walking further into his bedroom he took note of the curtains being drawn close, the playlist he made to help you sleep was playing very softly in the background and his eyes fell onto the lump in the middle of his bed. "Angel?" He called out softly and felt his heartbreak at the groan that left you in response.

"Oh baby." He whispers and closes the door behind him softly. These flare ups have been happening more and more, and it kills him each time he witnesses one knowing there isn't much he can do to help. He strips off his clothes until he is standing in his boxers and crawls into bed with you. He lays the ice pack on your forehead and softly places a kiss on it.

He feels you mumble against his chest explaining how you've done everything you needed to do to try and get rid of it, but nothing has worked. He nods agreeing, he knows that you've been doing what you needed to help the pain, and he knows that you've been trying to work through this migraine, but honestly, he thinks that is what's been making it stick with you.

Bob texted Yelena to let her know that whatever was planned for the two of you had to be canceled today. He plans to just hold you today, if you won't relax for your own wellbeing then he'll make you stay still and relax. All he can do is try and remind you that everything will be end up being okay and hope that after napping for a while you will finally begin to feel better. If the nap doesn't help, he'll get up and make you a good meal and get you a water with the electrolytes that you use. You two might have to just wait this pain out but he refuses to let you suffer alone.

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