#Besides ya know everything ELSE that was going on in this scene I know this one just absolutely made Mobei jun re evaluate so much

[nibbelraz]

Do you think this awoken anything in Mobei-Jun

#svsss #shang qinghua #mobei jun #moshang #sqh #mbj #scum villains self saving system #scum villain self saving system #the scum villain's self saving system #scum villans self saving system #scum villian self saving system #someones definitely drawn thsi scene already but i just got so full of inspo after re reading the airplane extras #like #Besides ya know everything ELSE that was going on in this scene I know this one just absolutely made Mobei jun re evaluate so much #i love them so much and love all the extras #nibbelraz #my art

[moonrisecoeur]

Hi! I reaaally love your work (and honestly other works) about sub!puppy Leon Kennedy. I'm not sure if there's an aftercare but can you please write about reader pampering him? Or maybe vice versa like Leon pampering the reader, I honestly don't know what else to add for this but yeah! Thank you so much in advance and I hope you're having a great day! 🤎🤎🤎

hey!! i actually haven’t written any puppy leon yet lol!! he’s been called puppy a number of times but like literally look at that man. he is doggo. he beloved sweet animal that deserves to be pet and loved!!

i don’t tend to write aftercare scenes but i can def do that!! i’ll do one for reader receiving aftercare and one for leon receiving aftercare, because subs and doms both need it!! <3

reader receiving:

leon gently rests you against the bed, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple as he grabs a towel to wipe off any messy fluids really quickly and grabbing you what wet you need before cuddling obvi!!

“sweetheart, you don’t have to—” you mumble to him, but he shushes you.

“no way, i’m going to take care of you, okay? just relax,” he says back, softly. his voice is always it’s most gentle in these moments, “do you need anything? water? a snack?”

“…could use some water,” you say as you hold onto him arm, which leaves him in a bit of a pickle.

“gonna need you to let go of me if i gotta grab water for you, honey,” he tries to convince you to let him go, laughing endearingly as you shake your head, “no? i can’t go?”

“no…”

“baby, i gotta go, i swear that i’ll be right back,” he pulls himself away before quickly retrieving you a bottle of water. it takes him merely 20 seconds, and it feels agonizing.

when he returns, he leaves it on the nightstand for you, and smiles when you drink it as he cleans you up, “good, glad you’re drinking it. that was exhausting.”

“i know…” you breathe as you put the cap back on the bottle, “you feeling fine?”

“don’t worry about me, sweetie, i just wanna care for you. you do so much for me, and i gotta return the favor,” as he finishes, he curls up in bed next to you, holding you close to him, “wouldn’t trade ya for the world. you’re my everything,” he mumbles softly, pressing his cheek against the crown of your head as he holds you.

“even when i’m being mean to you? i feel like i took it too far today…” you ask, almost insecurely. he takes the opportunity to give reassurance.

“hey, hey, i’m okay. i feel good. i would have told you if you took it too far, but i didn’t. so you’re just gonna have to trust me, okay?” he says, and you nod, “okay, good. besides, i like you when you’re mean,” he laughs.

“oh yeah?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“yeah, you’re really hot when you talk down to me.”

“oh my god, don’t say that shit, leon. i’ll get horny again…”

reader giving:

“hey, sweetheart… that’s it, nice and easy,” you say to him, touching his face to try and bring his mind back to reality. he’s too deep in subspace to do much right now, but he lets you hold him and whisper sweet things to him to bring him back.

so you keep talking to him like this, “you’re okay, you’re okay. you’re doing wonderful,” your words are absorbed up into him like he’s a sponge, taking in your praise, “you’re so good, baby. you’re doing so well, so proud of you. you think you can talk for me?”

he makes a hum, a sound of acknowledgment.

“can you tell me if you’re okay?” you ask, always feeling the nerves in your stomach even though you’re sure he’s gonna say he’s fine.

“uhh.. ‘m okay…” he mumbles, eyes closed like he’s sleepy, “wanna hold you…”

“okay, my love, whatever you want,” you smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you settle neck to him, leaving more kisses on his shoulder, “you’re so pretty,” you comment absentmindedly, your touch nothing more than soft and intimate, but he gets embarrassed easily when he’s like this. stuff that normally just makes him giddy internally leaves him a flustered mess like this.

he’s defenseless to come up with any kind of counterargument or rebuttal. he holds you like he’ll fall apart without you.

“you can go to sleep, baby, know you’re tired. we’ll shower when you wake up, alright? just close your eyes, and breathe. you’re okay. none of the cruel things i said earlier are true. i think so highly of you, leon, don’t forget that. you’re my everything, i would never tell you you’re stupid or pathetic with the intent to hurt you. i know you’d tell me if i said something that you didn’t like.”

“don’t wanna go to sleep, i wanna stay like this with you…” he mumbles, but he’s already so tired. poor thing.

“it’s okay, we’ll stay like this. i’ll be right here when you wake up, mkay?”

“i love you,” he says, still so soft and submissive. he’ll probably be back to normal when he wakes up, or at least some of the way there.

“i know you do, baby. i love you, too.”

#sub leon kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s. kennedy #leon kennedy smut #sub leon kennedy smut #resident evil #leon kennedy resident evil #resident evil smut #reader insert #smut

[misc-obeyme]

MC Talks Back

This was another suggestion from @oakley-tree1 for MC being disrespectful/talking back. I was inspired to write this as a scene rather than headcanons. I did my best with the bros, I hope they're not too OOC lol. I felt like it made the most sense for MC to talk back to Lucifer, so that's basically what happens, but all the brothers are present.

Thank you for the request, I hope it's not too far off from what you were thinking!

GN!MC

Warnings: MC getting sassy, but otherwise nothing.

It had been a particularly grueling week in the Devildom. You had so many projects you needed to work on, things you needed to take care of, and a bunch of demons who constantly needed your attention. You weren't even sure how you managed to balance everything.

Not only had you managed to calm down Satan after a particularly intense bout of wrathful destruction, you had also waited in line for hours with Levi so he could get some limited edition merch. Later on in the week, you had given Mammon a bunch of Grimm when he asked, mostly because you didn't care to know what he was going to do with it.

It had been a long week and you were tired. So it was nice to finally be sitting at the dinner table with the brothers at the end of the week. You were eating some kind of weird Devildom cuisine, but it tasted good even if you weren't sure what it was. Didn't Beel say something about shadow hog?

You weren't particularly paying attention to the usual bickering and banter going on around you. At this point, it was comforting background noise.

You did notice when Lucifer put down his fork, mostly because this was usually a signal that he was about to start lecturing someone. The entire table would get to listen as he rambled at length about their image and so on and so forth.

"MC."

You looked up at him, surprised. You weren't expecting him to start lecturing you. You hadn't done anything wrong lately, right? You began wracking your brain, trying to think of what it could be.

"It has come to my attention that you lent quite a lot of money to Mammon," Lucifer said.

You blinked. That wasn't exactly unusual. You glanced at Mammon. He was sitting beside you and while he'd been acting normal all evening, he was now clearly sweating bullets. His eyes kept darting between you and Lucifer, not settling on either of you.

Okay, so this was about something Mammon probably did with the money you gave him. You didn't even know what he wanted it for, but did it really matter?

Although you could feel your irritation rising, you kept your cool as you replied, "I don't see how that's any of your business."

The room went silent. You could sense all the brothers staring at you in shock as you calmly took another bite of your dinner.

You looked over at Lucifer, as if daring him to say anything else. You were sure he was going to look angry, but to your surprise, he smirked.

"Allow me to clear it up for you," Lucifer said. "That money was spent on counterfeit Wersace bags that he has been attempting to sell online."

You shrugged. "What do you expect me to do about it?"

Suddenly you could feel Mammon gripping your leg beneath the table. He was squeezing so hard you could feel his nails through your clothes. You looked back at him for a moment to see that he looked absolutely terrified.

"That's right," Satan said unexpectedly into the following silence. "It really has nothing to do with MC. After all, how could they know how Mammon would spend that money?"

"They should know better by now," Lucifer said, frowning. He folded his arms. "And it was quite a large amount."

"Anyway, it doesn't matter!" Mammon suddenly burst out. "I already stopped tryin' to sell 'em! I got rid of all the merchandise like ya told me to. What difference does it make how I got 'em to begin with?"

You narrowed your eyes a little. This behavior was pretty suspicious.

From across the table, Asmo giggled. "He just doesn't want you guys to find out that he didn't know they were counterfeits."

"Shaddup!" Mammon's grip on your leg somehow got tighter. "I knew exactly what I was lookin' at!"

You pulled at his wrist to get him to let go of you. "If you've already gotten rid of them and everything, why are we even talking about this?"

"I'm concerned about your tendency to give in to my brothers' every whim," Lucifer said. "Especially when it comes to lending money to Mammon."

"Oi!" Mammon protested.

You rolled your eyes. "It isn't like it's a big deal. You just need to chill out."

You could hear the sound of Belphie attempting to hold in his laughter from the other side of you. Satan was also struggling to keep his expression neutral.

Lucifer's frown deepened. "Do you know what it was like for me to explain to Lord Diavolo why my younger brother was selling Wersace knockoffs?"

"I'm sure it was most terrible," you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "But honestly if Lord Diavolo isn't used to this kind of thing by now, he really needs to get with it."

Belphie was nearly shaking with laughter beside you. Mammon, on the other hand, looked like he was afraid for your life.

"I'm pretty sure Lord Diavolo doesn't care as much as Lucifer does," Levi said absently, his eyes on the video game in his hands. "He always just laughs when you tell him about this kind of thing."

"Anyway, what I choose to do with my money is what I consider to be none of your business. I'll give it to whoever I want," you said. You stood up from the table and pushed your half full plate across it. "You want the rest of my food, Beel?"

"Yes," Beel said seriously before he began demolishing what was left of your dinner.

Mammon caught up to you as you started walking back to your room.

"What was that about?" he asked, looking back over his shoulder as though he expected Lucifer to come after you both any second. "It ain't like ya to talk back like that."

You sighed. "I've just had a long week and I didn't want to listen to a lecture. Did you really not know that you bought fakes?"

Mammon flushed a little. "Course I knew!"

You gave him a look.

He folded his arms and looked away from you. "M-maybe I didn't…"

You laughed a little and bumped into him as you walked. "Maybe next time you'll be more careful about what you buy with my money."

"Sh-shaddup!" Mammon said and you laughed again.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #needed to come up with a reason for Lucifer to lecture MC #so of course it was really about Mammon #can't help it I love that guy lol #obey me mc #request #misc writes

[housethemd]

One Life For Another

(What if Amber had been the one to survive the bus crash instead of House? Snapshots of Wilson’s life after House. Wilson/Amber, eventual House/Wilson. Just read and you’ll understand.)

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“Where’s House?”

Amber asks, shortly after her eyes open. Wilson smooths back her hair, thinking she’s just confused, concussed.

“Shh, you were in a bus crash. You’ve been unconscious for nearly 24 hours. You’re going to be okay though.” He reassures her, kissing her forehead.

“Where’s House?” She repeats.

That’s how they find out House was in that crash too. He’d forgotten his wallet at the bar, so he’d been taken to Princeton General as a John Doe. That’s why Wilson only got the call about Amber.

When Wilson gets there, House only has a few hours left. The damage is too extensive. He’d need multiple organ transplants to save him, and he qualifies for none of them because of his addiction. Conceptually, Wilson knows that House would be unlikely to survive regardless.

Amber checks herself out of PPTH AMA, refusing not to be at her boyfriend's side. House is in and out of consciousness, the high doses of Morphine he’s being given make him drowsy.

It’s 3am when House wakes up for the last time. He’s surprisingly lucid, and Wilson knows what that means. He’s seen it time and time again in his patients. It’s like the universe grants them one last chance to say their goodbyes, to make their peace.

“Always knew I’d go first.” House’s voice is rough and quiet. Wilson has to lean in close to hear him.

“Me too, I didn’t think it would be quite so soon though.” Wilson laughs through his tears.

“On the contrary, I think I’ve lived longer than I was supposed to.” House says.

Wilson knows he’s talking about the infarction. He always knew House felt he should have died then, but Wilson always tried to reassure him that it obviously wasn’t his time, and besides, misanthropic bastards are supposed to live forever, aren’t they?

“Oh Greg.” Wilson is starting to shake as he fights the urge to break down.

“S’okay Jimmy.” He soothes.

“Cut throat bitch.” He addresses Amber now.

“Yeah House?” She’s wiping her own tears away, watching someone die is always hard, especially when it’s someone your loved one loves so much.

“Take care of Jimmy for me, okay?”

She finds she can only nod.

They all know it’s time. No one wants to say it, but they all know.

“I love you, Greg.” Wilson says, squeezing House’s hand and leaning close.

“Love you too, Jimmy. You’ve been the bestest friend a fucked up guy like could have asked for.”

Wilson can’t respond through the sobs. House’s eyes are glassy and unfocused. Wilson leans his face on House’s shoulder. His friend is dying.

“See ya, boy wonder.” The words are drawn out and slow, as House says them with his last breaths.

The monitors alarm as House flatlines. Amber rubs circles on Wilson’s back as he sobs loudly into his dead best friend's shoulder.

———————

Wilson gives the eulogy at House’s funeral. It's an open casket. House’s parents had his body dressed in a dark gray suit with a white shirt and a black tie. Wilson hates that they put House in a tie. House always hated ties. They should have put him in a blue shirt, not a white one. He always looked best in blue, it brought out his eyes. Not that you can see his eyes now.

He talks about how House was a healer, how many lives he’d saved that no one else could. How he cared about people, but only when no one was looking. How much he’ll miss, how much he misses him.

He sobs quietly as they lower the casket into the ground. He doesn’t want to make a scene, but if he’s leaning heavily on Foreman, no one says anything about it. Amber never lets go of his hand.

Blythe comes up to him and thanks him, “For being such a good friend to Greg.” He thanks her, tells her that her son was a very special man. He doesn’t know how to tell her that for everything he did for House, House did just as much for him.

——————

A year goes by.

Amber encourages James to talk about House. She knows how important that relationship was to him, and she never wants him to feel as though she’s forgotten. She doesn’t want him to think she expects him to forget.

They buy a house in the suburbs. It has three bedrooms, a large backyard, and a massive living room. It’s perfect for housing a baby grand piano. Despite the fact neither of them can play it, James keeps it.

He kept all of House’s instruments, they were all incredibly important to House and James couldn’t bear to see them go; there was so little that was truly important to House. But while the guitars get put away in cases and stored, James wants the piano displayed. After the movers had left, James just stared at it for a while. Eventually he said,

“He used to play for me when I’d ask. He was quite talented. It was… nice.” Before he went back to unpacking boxes.

Three months after they move into their home, they go out for a night on the town and James gets down on one knee. She says yes, but also says she won’t change her name. No way will she be the fourth Mrs. Wilson.

That night she wakes at 3:30am to an empty bed and the occasional sound of piano keys. She pulls on the shirt James discarded when they tumbled into bed before she creeps just far enough down the stairs to be able to hear him without being seen.

“I missed you a lot today. I asked Amber to marry me. She said yes, but she’s keeping her name. Thinks ‘Mrs. Wilson’ is cursed or something. I know you’d agree with her.”

There is the sound of piano keys being played randomly.

“It won’t be the same. Getting married without you there. I know it’s silly, I’ve done this three times before, but it’s a big day and I wish I could have my best friend by my side.”

Amber creeps back up the stairs. She’s happy James talks to House. She knows his therapist suggested it, and she’s glad to see he’s listening.

——————

Their wedding is small. They end up not doing wedding parties because James can’t bring himself to have anyone but House as his best man. Amber doesn’t mind. At the reception they light a candle “for those who couldn’t be with us” but it’s really just for House.

———————

Eighteen months after their wedding Wilson is standing in one of the PPTH delivery rooms.

“It’s a boy!” The doctor doing the delivery announces.

As Amber dozes that night, Wilson cradles the small bundle that is his son. He looks down at him with awe. The birth certificate sits next to him on the side table, signed by both him and Amber. It reads:

Michael Gregory Wilson-Volkais

He’d been worried about asking Amber to name their son after House. But she’d only smiled at him, and said she thought Gregory made a lovely middle name.

———————-

“Dad, who’s that with you in all the pictures?”

Michael is ten, and they are flipping through a photo album Amber just completed. She insisted they include pictures from before they met, because she was in her mid thirties and he was in his early 40’s when they met, meaning they both had a hell of a lot of life before each other.

“That’s your Uncle Greg.” Wilson answers, as they all stare down at a collage of images of himself and Greg.

“But I thought you only had two brothers, Uncle David and Uncle Danny.” Michael says, confused.

“Greg wasn’t my brother. We met at a medical conference when I was 28, and after that he was my best friend.”

“If he’s your best friend, why haven’t I ever met him?” Michael questions.

Wilson lets out a deep sigh, putting his arm around his son.

“Because he died, Buddy. Before you were born.”

“Oh.” Michael hangs his head, clearly feeling bad. The boy was cursed with his father’s empathy.

“It’s okay. It’s nice to talk about him. Did you know you’re named after him? Your middle name ‘Gregory’ is after your Uncle Greg. Gregory was his full first name.” Wilson tells him.

Michael thinks that’s pretty cool, and they move on to other pictures in the album. That night however, Wilson sits down with a glass of scotch and the album. He sips his drink and reminisces about the moment each picture captures, and all ones that weren’t captured on film.

———————-

At sixty-five Wilson lies in a hospital bed. His wife of twenty-three years is on one side of him, and his twenty-one year old son is on the other. Dying of cancer isn’t how he pictured his life ending, but having family around him makes it somewhat bearable, or maybe that’s the morphine.

He hates to leave his son so early, but that’s the danger of having kids later in life he supposes. Michael is only in his last year of his undergraduate degree - premed. He wants to be an oncologist like his old man. Wilson wonders if watching him die of cancer will change his mind.

He’s said his goodbyes, and slowly light and sound fades away. Strangely, or maybe not, his last thought is not of his wife or son, but of Greg House.

See you soon, old friend.

———————

“Wasn’t expecting to see you for another twenty years at least.”

He recognizes that voice. As he slowly opens his eyes he realizes he recognizes his surroundings too. It’s a forest in upstate New York. He and House used to go backpacking here. They’d spend weekends camped out, cooking everything over their campfire and sleeping side by side in sleeping bags in a two person tent.

He finds the source of the voice seated on a tree stump, and there he is.

“House.” Is the only word he manages.

“In the flesh. Well not really, but you know what I mean.” House smiles and laughs.

He looks like he did the night they met, dark hair and unshaven face. Jeans and a band t-shirt under a leather jacket. Wilson looks down at himself and realizes he’s similarly dressed, his own jeans and McGil sweatshirt. He touches his face and realizes he’s also back to the age he was that night.

“I missed you.” He tells House. It’s true. He didn’t realize how much until right now.

“Come on Jimmy, walk with me.”

House takes him down a narrow path that leads them to a small lake. Wilson remembers it from their camping trips. The only difference is now there is a small cottage next to it.

“So, what have you been up to?” House asks. Like they aren’t dead, like this isn’t some strange afterlife they find themselves occupying.

“Not much. Married Amber. Had a son. Named him Michael Gregory, after you.”

They stare at each other for a moment before bursting out into stomach aching laughter. After they finally stop they wrap their arms around each other in a tight hug. They never hugged much when they were alive, but now it feels right.

“What got you?” House asks softly in his ear.

“Cancer.” Wilson tells him.

“Wow. That’s… ironic.” House says as they pull away.

“Yeah. Yeah it is.”

They make their way into the cottage. House will give him a tour of it, and when the sun begins to set in their version of heaven they’ll lay down together in one bed without question.

In life they never seemed to get things right, and then their time together was cut short.

In death they’ll get it right.

#apparently we are doing sad angst today guys #i promise I’ll give you something happy tomorrow #house md #james wilson #hate crimes md #greg house #hilson #dr house #dr wilson #wilson x house #house/wilson #amber volakis #wilson/amber #house md fanfiction #hilson fanfic #amber/wilson fanfic

[doumadono]

I’m really struggling with my borderline personality disorder. Like I’m feeling my split happening. I don’t have therapy until September. I don’t feel safe I am afraid I’ll blow up on my closest people because I’m getting so upset about people leaving me and it’s sending me into a split about how I knew they didn’t care, how they didn’t want me.

So I was hoping maybe Touya/Dabi where he sees you about to split, he sees you clenching your teeth and you’re snapping at anyone who talks to you and he knows it time to ground you because he could see how bad you’re getting.

There's more to us - Dabi x Reader

Warnings: mentions of emtional swing, f!reader Synopsis: as your anger and frustration teeters on the brink of an emotional split, Dabi unexpectedly becomes the comfort you've been seeking A/N: I'm truly sorry to hear that you're going through such a challenging time with your BPD. It's completely valid to feel the way you're feeling, but remember that you're not alone in this journey. While waiting for your therapy in September, consider reaching out to friends who can lend an understanding ear. It's important to remind yourself that your emotions are valid, and you don't have to go through this alone. You're stronger than you realize, and with time and support, you can find healthier ways to cope with your feelings. Stay strong, and please prioritize your well-being above all else ♥ I hope this fic brings you some comfort

MASTERLIST

The cramped League of Villains hideout was filled with an uncomfortable tension that seemed to cling to the air, intensifying with every passing moment. You, normally full of energy and wit, were now a storm of emotions on the brink of splitting. Clenched teeth and tense muscles were visible signs of the inner turmoil you were struggling to contain.

The tension was palpable. The air seemed heavy with unease, and the atmosphere was fraught with the telltale signs of a looming storm. Dabi leaned against a wall, his azure gaze flickering over the scene before him. He had seen this before — the rapid shifts in mood, the intense reactions to perceived abandonment — it was all too familiar. He recognized the signs of a potential split, a cascade of emotions that threatened to engulf everything in its path.

You were seated on the edge of a worn-out couch, your clenched fists trembling and your jaw tightly locked as if trying to contain the turmoil within you. Your voice, usually soft and warm, was edged with bitterness and frustration. Every word you spoke came out sharper, like daggers slicing through the air, and the way you snapped at Kurogiri and Shigaraki moments prior made it clear that your emotions were spiraling out of control.

Dabi's lips pressed into a thin line as he observed you, his mind calculating the best approach. He knew better than to let the situation escalate further. With a resigned sigh, he pushed himself off the wall and approached you cautiously, gauging your reaction. "Hey," he said softly, his voice a soothing murmur that contrasted with the storm inside you. "You're wound up, and I can see that. But snapping at everyone won't help."

You shot him a glance, your eyes a stormy mix of emotions, and then turned away, unable or unwilling to fully meet his gaze.

Dabi could see the storm swirling in your eyes, a tempest of fear, anger, and desperation. He sat down beside you, allowing a few moments of silence to hang between you before speaking again. "I've seen this pattern before, and I want to help you through it."

"Dabi, just leave me alone," you muttered, your tone a mix of defiance and vulnerability. "Just fuck off, man."

He sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I'm not here to piss you off, yeah. I get it, alright? It's not easy. But taking it out on them won't change a thing. I just want to help ya out, okay?"

Shigaraki perched on a high stool at the bar, an air of nonchalance masking his observant nature. His fingers idly tapped against the rim of the glass as he watched the scene unfold, his crimson eyes tracking every nuance of your reactions. It wasn't often that he paid such close attention, but something about your current state intrigued him.

Kurogiri, standing behind the bar with an air of elegance that was second nature to him, observed with equal attention. As he poured the deep amber liquid into a glass for Tomura, he couldn't help but glance at you occasionally, concern etched into his misty features.

You scoffed, your fingers digging into your palms as if trying to anchor yourself. "Help? You don't understand, Dabi. Nobody does, so please, fuck off," your voice laced with spite.

A flicker of empathy crossed Dabi's features. He understood that feeling all too well — the sensation of being trapped in your own emotional whirlwind. He paused, choosing his words carefully. "Maybe I don't understand everything, but I've seen you fight through this before, Y/N. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for."

You shot him another skeptical glance, your expression a mixture of vulnerability and defiance.

Dabi's cool demeanor belied the concern that burned beneath the surface. He reached out, his hand gently covering one of yours, the touch warm and grounding. "You've got people here who care, but pushing them away is only making things worse, yeah?'

You shivered involuntarily as Dabi's fingers brushed against your hand, a sensation that sent a jolt of both surprise and warmth through you. Your instinctive reaction was to withdraw your hand from his touch, a reflex born from a mixture of nervousness and uncertainty. However, his touch was unlike anything you had expected. Despite the initial shock, his calloused palm felt surprisingly warm, inviting, and oddly comforting. The contrast between your initial reaction and the reality of his touch sent conflicting signals racing through your mind. Your breath caught, a mixture of frustration, sadness, and desperation evident in your expression. "I'm just… I'm so afraid of being left behind. It's like everyone I care about is going to disappear, and there's nothing I can do about it."

Dabi smirked a little. The fear of abandonment, the sense of being unlovable - it was the hallmark of your condition. And as much as he was known for his aloofness, his stoic demeanor, he also had an uncanny knack for sensing what others needed. "I'm not leaving," he said firmly, his voice carrying a sense of reassurance that cut through the chaos in your mind. "None of us is. You're not alone in this, no matter how much it might feel that way."

Tomura's voice cut through the air suddenly, surprising you as he agreed with Dabi's words. A faint quirk of his lips hinted at an almost rare camaraderie between the two. "He's right. Sometimes, pushing people away only makes things worse. You're not the only one dealing with struggles though."

"Who knew I had it in me to be a motivational talker, huh?" Dabi grinned at his colleagues.

"Dabi and Tomura have a point. Emotions can be overwhelming, but they're also a source of strength if you learn to harness them. Control doesn't mean suppression - it means finding balance instead," Kurogiri added.

He could see tears forming in your eyes, a mix of vulnerability and relief. Your shoulders sagged as you finally allowed yourself to let go of some of the weight you were carrying. "I don't want to push people away," you whispered, your voice breaking.

Dabi nodded, his thumb gently brushing over the back of your hand. "It's a struggle, I know. But remember, you have control over your actions. Now, look at me," he said firmly, his voice carrying an edge that demanded your attention.

As you met his gaze, he continued, his words measured but resolute. "There's a wide range of negativity within me, yeah, a storm that used to tear me apart. But I stopped running from it. I embraced it, every jagged edge of it." His honesty was a stark contrast to the aloof facade he often portrayed. In that moment, his vulnerability was on display, a raw revelation of the internal struggle he had faced. "Embracing it, my inner demons," he continued, his voice steady, "it made me more focused. More powerful. The chaos became my strength."

As if the dam had burst, your emotions flowed out in a torrent. Your shoulders shook as tears fell, a mixture of pain and relief.

Dabi's arms wrapped around you, holding you gently but firmly, providing the anchor you so desperately needed. "I've got you."

You leaned into his touch, a mixture of exhaustion and relief washing over you. The storm within you hadn't completely dissipated, but Dabi's presence had provided a lifeline, a reminder that you weren't alone in this battle.

As the minutes ticked by, the tension in the room gradually began to ease. Dabi remained by your side, offering a quiet and unwavering presence that served as a stark contrast to the chaos you had been feeling. Slowly, your jaw unclenched, and the tightness in your chest began to subside.

"You know," Dabi said with a faint smirk, "I'm not exactly known for being the comforting type."

A small, genuine smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "No, you're not."

He chuckled softly, his eyes meeting yours with a spark of understanding. "But maybe I've got more empathy than I let on."

Tomura downed his drink, his lips curling into a faint smirk as he watched you and Dabi. As Dabi's fingers brushed against your skin and you leaned into his touch, Tomura couldn't help but let out a low, almost mocking "awwwww" sound. His voice held a mixture of amusement and teasing as he observed the unexpected camaraderie between you and Dabi. "Look at that, Kurogiri," he remarked, his smirk deepening. "Who knew Dabi could be someone's emotional support? It's like a twisted version of a feel-good movie."

"Maybe," Kurogiri mused, his fingers tapping against the bar counter, "there's more to us than meets the eye. More than just villains with quirks."

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[guess-my-next-obsession]

Ok god Pedro x Taylor ya killing me (more than usual 🙃) I was going to say all too well with Pedro but it’s been done so how about a little smutty action with Javi P and Cruel Summer 😏

Cruel Summer

pairing: javier peña x reader

warnings: NSFW 18+ (MINORS DNI), angst, secret relationships, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, creampie, fluffy ending, me not bothering to read this twice or revise sry lmaoooooo

words: 4.9k

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Fever dream high in the quiet of the night, you know that I caught it. Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price, you know that I bought it.

Javier Peña. The name that had been itching at the tip of your tongue for the last three weeks. The name that you’d tiptoed around blurting out to your roommates every time they demanded more information about who you’d been sneaking off to see every night once they’d all gone to sleep.

You’d known him through a long line of mutual association. He was in your eldest brothers graduating class, the pair went to police academy together, and then went on to join the Sheriff’s Department together until Javier decided to join the DEA.

He had a reputation even before he ever left Laredo. Given the relatively small population of the city, a young man with the charm and appeal of a young Javier Peña had become almost a household name—as long as you household had a teenage girl in it.

Though he surely didn’t sleep with every girl that showed him interest, he did flirt with a good portion. It didn’t matter if the girls were sisters or cousins, friends or enemies—if he found them interesting, he’d give it a shot. This didn’t necessarily earn him any points in the “good guy” department, but Javier never cared much about what everyone else thought of him in those days.

It wasn’t until he went off into the real world that his physical exploits really took flight. Though it wasn’t exactly as common knowledge as his work with taking down Escobar, his reputation as a womanizer in Colombia somehow found its way back home.

Most women knew to stay away from him, but only a few were able to actually go through with it. He was a natural charmer, never having to lie or manipulate his way into women’s hearts—he was just simply likable. With his dark hair and dark eyes, that mustache and the tightness of his blue jeans, or even just the broadness of his shoulders compared to his tiny waist—he drew women in whether they set out to or not.

And you were no different.

On your twenty-fifth birthday, your friends-slash-roommates took you out on the town, the four of you bar hopping all around Laredo’s tiny bar scene. At one particularly boring and deserted honky tonk, you spotted him—his lips molding around a crystal glass filled with golden whiskey, his eyes closing shut at he tossed it back.

It was like everything else in the room faded away, little by little, until the only thing you could see was him lifting his cigarette to his lips, pulling in a drag before exhaling it. Your eyes followed the swirls of smoke through the neon-lit room, the clouds making shapes as they danced in the light.

With a clearing of your throat, you excused yourself with the ruse of going to use the restroom, your friends all much too drunk to care. It had to be the alcohol in your system that gave you the confidence to approach a man ten years your senior—a man that had been associated with so many beautiful women over the years who never made the cut—but soon you were standing by his barstool, gesturing for the bartender. You and Javier made eyes with each other, yours flickering to his lips before you turned away with a growing smirk.

“Can I get a glass of whatever he’s drinking?” You leaned over the counter to talk over the music. The old man nodded at you before pouring you two fingers of mid-shelf whiskey, you handing him the cash plus tip in exchange for the drink. “You know, I don’t really like whiskey.”

Javier chuckled and turned his body towards you as you sat down on the stool beside him. “Then why’d you get it?”

“Oh, I just wanted a reason to come over here and start a conversation.” You shrugged and turned back to him, swirling the black straw in your glass. “I, uh, I think you’re friends with my older brother.”

You told him your brothers name and watched as his eyes lit up in remembrance, his head nodding and smile softening now that he placed your face in his memory.

“You celebrating something tonight?” He asked after a couple minutes of conversation, noting the tiara you’d been forced to wear.

“Oh, yeah. It’s my birthday. Twenty-five. One year closer to death.” You chuckled nervously at your morbid joke, lifting your whiskey to your lips and taking a sip.

“Just wait, it doesn’t get much easier. And your back is gonna start to ache anytime you do anything resembling exercise.” He joked and gestured for his tab. You took a deep breath as you tried to make your intentions known before he left the place, your heart thudding in your ears as you watched him pull out his wallet.

“Anything resembling exercise? That’s too bad. I was hoping you and I could burn a few calories tonight.” He froze midway through pulling two twenties out of his wallet, his eyes turning to yours with a darker look in them than just a second ago.

“I’m older than you,” he reminded you, only earning a nod. “I’m not a great guy.”

“I don’t care.” You shrugged and leaned over further. “I’m not looking for a great guy tonight. I’m just looking for some fun.”

“Your friends gonna approve of you leaving with me?” He handed the bartender the money without even looking his way, murmuring for him to keep the change as he kept your eye contact.

“They don’t need to know.” You shrugged and his lips curled into a mischievous grin, nodding before telling you to meet him out front in five minutes.

With some lie of not feeling well, you managed to escape your group of friends—sealing your fate with the sound of Javier’s truck door closing after you climbed inside.

Killing me slow, out the window. I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below. Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes. What doesn't kill me makes me want you more…

“Are you trying to get me caught?” You scolded with a grin as you climbed into the passenger side of his truck, his headlights shining bright into your darkened home. He reached over and tugged you flush against his body on the bench seat, your jeans sliding with ease against the leather. You giggled as he leaned over and sucked a mark into your neck.

“Why do you even care if they know?” He mumbled against your pulse, poking out his tongue and soothing the purple mark.

“Because someone has a reputation that precedes him. And I know for a fact that two out of three of my roommates cannot stand Javier Peña. Something about their older sisters getting dumped by the guy.” You teased with a smile as he pulled back, his smirk sheepish as he studied your face.

“I’m not that guy anymore.”

“I know that, but they don’t.” You leaned over and kissed his lips deep enough to make him want more as you pulled away. Stroking your fingertips over the side of his face, you smiled at him. “Come on bad boy, take me back to your place already.”

“Your wish, cariño.”

Hang your head low in the glow of the vending machine, I'm not dying. You say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times, we're not trying.

Javier stood with you outside at a rest stop about 50 miles outside of town, the two of you driving on the highway just to have something to do.

Moths swarmed overhead in the buzzing streetlight, your throat humming as you tapped your chin in front of a vending machine. The light from inside the glass casted a yellow glow on your skin as he watched you press the keypad, your lip bitten between your teeth.

“Ta-da,” his smile was soft but full of unspoken concern as you handed him a bag of potato chips. “What’s wrong? Not a fan of Lays?”

“No, it’s not the chips it’s just…” He chuckled at his own nerves before shrugging, his eyes lowering to the concrete beneath your feet. “How long are we going to keep this thing up? The hiding and seeing each other only in the middle of the night thing.”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged and turned back to the vending machine, pressing the keypad and getting something for yourself. “I thought we agreed that we’re both too screwed up right now for something more…serious.”

“I mean, we agreed on that at the beginning of the summer, but that was two months ago now. I’ve become…less screwed up since then.” He noted the way your eyes didn’t meet his as the two of you slowly walked back to the truck together, the silence between you thick with tension. “Never mind, you’re right. We’d just screw it up.”

“Let’s just keep it simple for now. We don’t have to overcomplicate things, right?” You turned to him and looked into his eyes, desperate for him to just let the topic go for now so things could go on as they were. Relationships brought complications, but this fling was the most uncomplicated thing you’d ever known—up until just a second ago, at least.

“Yeah,” he smiled through his disappointment. “Let’s just keep it simple.”

I'm drunk in the back of the car and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar. Said, "I'm fine," but it wasn't true. I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you…

The night had started off well, Javier inviting you out to a bar during the week in hopes of reducing the chance of being seen together by your friends. The two of you indulged in some rare PDA, the drinks and kisses flowing generously as you tucked away into the corner of the bar.

Both of you had already been more drunk than you’d ever been around each other before, the late-summer heat now turning to a slight chill as fall approached, putting pressure on your summertime fling. It felt almost like a last hoorah, one that neither of you were prepared for.

“Shit,” you were mid-giggle when your eyes locked on your closest friend entering the bar with her boyfriend. Her eyes found yours as though it had been her mission, her lips parting and head tilting as she took in the closeness of the man beside you.

“What’s wrong, cariño?” Javier leaned over and tried to place a kiss to your neck, but you shoved him away out of sheer panic. His glassy eyes narrowed in confused hurt as he looked at you.

“My friend’s here, I don’t want—“

“Hey,” she approached your booth with a curious smile, eyes flickering to the drunken and now very upset man beside you. “So this is the mystery guy, huh.”

“No, we’re not…not a serious thing or anything.” Javier scoffed at your words and excused himself, sliding out of the booth and stumbling his way out of the bar. “Fuck. Sorry, I’ll fill you in when we’re at home. I gotta go check on him.”

Javier was standing by the pay phone outside of the bar when you found him, his body swaying as he tried to stay upright to dial his father’s number. You walked over to him with a soft frown, eyes conveying your guilt. He chuckled and hung the phone back up on the receiver before shaking his head.

“Go back inside, I’m fine.” He tried to walk off towards the road, but you caught him by his bicep, pulling him back to you. You held his face in your hand and pulled him down for a kiss, Javier pinning you back against the payphone, his hands gripping your hips.

“Let me call a cab.” You breathed out when he gave you a second of relief from his searing touch. Turning around in his arms, you felt him hug you close from behind to keep himself steady, his chin resting over your shoulder as you called up a cab. Hanging the phone back in the receiver, you tested your own balance as you walked him over to the bench outside the establishment. “You know that I care about you, Javi, I just don’t want either of us to get ourselves into something we’re not ready for.”

“And you get to make all the decisions. Yeah, I got it.” He chuckled darkly and hung his head.

After ten minutes of tension, Javier finally lifted his head and turned to you, this time with a more pointed expression than before.

“But what if I wanted to decide something, huh? Do I just not get a say in this?” His words slurred together, your head aching as you tried your best to work through your drunken state to hold a conversation with him.

“Javier, do you actually think this would work out between us long term? It’s for the best if we—“

“Oh, fuck that! Like you know what’s in my best interest.” The taxi pulled up and you managed to convince him to join you in the backseat, quickly giving the driver your address before turning back to the drunken man beside you. “I don’t want to keep secrets just to keep you, cariño. It makes me feel like shit. Like I’m still that asshole from all those years ago. Like…like I haven’t changed at all.”

“Javi, you’re not—wait, are you crying?” You searched his face in the dark of the backseat to see him sniffling, wiping his cheeks.

“No.” He was definitely crying, his voice croaking with the lump in his throat. You wanted to chuckle at the entire situation, this hard and usually very smooth man now a sniffling crying mess in the back seat of a taxi, the two of you drunk off your asses.

“Oh, Javi. Come here,” you pulled his head to rest on your chest, kissing his forehead and rubbing his arm. “We’re just drunk. We’re saying shit that we don’t mean.”

“Yeah,” he nodded against you and his tears slowed to a stop. “You’re probably right.”

And I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate, and I screamed for whatever it's worth, "I love you,"—ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

It had been a week of radio silence, Javier not picking up your phone calls, always managing to be conveniently absent whenever you dropped by his father’s house. You missed him more than you imagined you would. You’d convinced yourself all throughout the romance that you’d be okay if it ended tomorrow, and it was easy when tomorrow never seemed to come around. But it was here now, and the icy chill you felt as you laid in your bed alone was too much to bear.

Your friends had all been made aware of your secret romance, the two that had problems with Javier predictably upset with you for giving him the time of day. But the friend that caught the two of you in the bar stood by your decision, noting the way Javier seemed to be head over heels for you up until you’d shoved your foot in your mouth and ruined it all.

“Still up?” She was downstairs watching a movie with her boyfriend when you crept into the kitchen, desperate for something sweet to take away the ache in your heart. “Babe, why don’t you just go over to his place? Wake him up and tell him how miserable you’ve been since the fight.”

“I’m not—“

“Don’t you dare say you’re not miserable. Have you looked in a mirror? Honey, you haven’t showered in five days. You look like death.”

“All the more reason not to go over.” You shrugged and tore out your beloved pint of ice cream from the fridge, grabbing a spoon from the drawer and digging right in.

“Get upstairs and take a shower before I hit you with my chancla. You love that man, idiot. Go tell him.” You groaned at the idea of confessing your feelings to a man, but it was the truth. You did love him, in the strange little way your heart knew how to, at least.

“But what if everyone talks shit—“

“Does he care about everyone’s shit talking?”

“Well, no.”

“Okay, then there’s nothing stopping you. Now go!” She used her parental voice and pointed at the stairs, your head nodding as you began to find your confidence.

Putting your ice cream in the freezer, you jogged upstairs and took the worlds fastest shower. Your hair was still sopping wet as you tugged on a pair of leggings and long sleeve, finding your slippers and grabbing your keys before practically sprinting out of the house. “Wish me luck!”

“You don’t need it, that man is in love with you!” Your friend called back, bringing a smile onto your face as you closed the front door and leapt over to your car.

You drove quickly through the town until you reached the ranching neighborhood, your wheels rattling as you sped through the dirt roads, tires kicking up dust and gravel until you pulled into Javier’s driveway.

You walked around back, sneaking in through the gate like you’d always done when he told you to come over. When you stepped into the backyard, you were surprised to see him up, sitting on the step of his back porch nursing a cigarette. His brows furrowed as he took you in, eyes raking over your form before he was sighing out smoke.

“What are you doing here?” His tone was soft and defeated, tired and thick with resentment as his eyes faced the ground.

“I, uh, hadn’t heard from you. Wanted to make sure you were okay.” You approached him carefully, stopping a few feet in front of him as to allow him space.

“Yeah, well, I’m fine.” He dug his cigarette into the ground with his boot, standing up and looking down at you from the top of the porch. “Anything else?”

“I think I’m in love with you.” You confessed in a sigh, eyes softening and brows lacing together.

His pained look turned to one of amusement, a chuckle falling from his lips as he stepped down to your level, his hands cupping your face as he reached you. You chuckled as his eyes studied your face, his lips only an inch away from yours. Your voice was a whisper as he leaned in, his tobacco scented breath fanning across your lips. “Isn’t that the worst thing you ever heard?”

He shook his head as he pressed his lips to yours, his hands slipping from your face to grip your waist, tugging you against his body. You moaned as the kissed deepened, your arms crossing over his shoulder as he hoisted you up around his waist, carrying you inside the house.

“Stay quiet for me, cariño. Can you do that?” He whispered against your lips as he stepped up the staircase to his bedroom, your head nodding eagerly as you hugged him closer.

When he stepped inside his bedroom, he set you down, his hand cradling your jaw as his foot shut the door behind him. You giggled as the two of you stumbled back into the room, practically falling onto the bed.

“Javier, you okay?” His fathers voice sounded from the other side of the door, Javier covering your mouth with his hand as you started to giggle.

“Yeah, pop! Just tripped!” He gave you a playful glare and pecked your lips to shut your laughter up. He waited for the sound of his fathers footsteps walking away from the door before he pulled away, shaking his head as he hovered over you. His eyes were soft, his smile sappy as he combed your damp hair out of your face. “You love me, huh?”

“Don’t rub it in.” You rolled your eyes and blushed.

“You wanna hear a secret?” He pecked your nose.

“Yeah,” you nodded and grinned at him as he pulled away again.

“I think I’m in love with you, too.” That was all the two of you needed to get you going again your hips straddling his as you flipped him over. Both sets of hands moved swiftly and frantically as you tried to tug off your clothing. Javier got frustrated with the buttons on his shirt and tore it open, the sight earning a moan from you as you finally kicked off your leggings. Javier grinned and flipped you back over, standing up off the bed and peeling his jeans off before joining you in the center of the mattress. “Tell me something, baby, are you done keeping me a secret? Because if I’m going to have you again, I want it all. The dates, meeting your friends, meeting your parents. All of it.”

“I’m done keeping you a secret. But…promise me we’ll ease in to this.” You looked up at him as he rested his hips between your thighs, your hand stroking his cheek. Javier’s eyes softened even more than they already were, his head nodding as he leaned in to kiss you softly.

“No sudden movements.” He mumbled against your lips and made you chuckle into his kiss, his chest rumbling against you as he laid on top of you. “We’ll take it slow. Just needed to hear you’re in it like I’m in it.”

“I’m in it, Javier. Deep in it.” He moaned at the desperation in your voice as you spoke, his cock grinding against your folds as he kissed you again, your arms pulling him tight to your body and legs wrapping around his waist.

“You wanna know a perk that comes with being in a serious relationship?” He mumbled against the skin of your cheek as he kissed his way to your ear. Your body was covered in chills as he spoke, a guttural moan spilling from your lips in response. “Means you can feel me raw like you’ve been begging for.”

“I haven’t been begging—“ He pulled away to give you an amused raise of his eyebrow to challenge your lie, your cheeks flushing pink. “Okay, I’ve been begging. Do you want me to beg again? Or are you going to stick it inside me and fuck me like you love me?”

He wiped your smirk away with his cock pressing deep inside your wetness, your jaw going slack as you kept your eyes locked with his. “I do love you.”

“Oh, fuck.” You whined as he drew his cock out and slid back inside, your nails digging into his back as you kept him flush against you. Javier grunted as his thrusts sped up, hips snapping against yours so loud that his father definitely hear all the way across the hall. He was fucking you breathless, and when you opened your mouth to speak, his thrusts interrupted your sentence. “Oh—fuck—yes—I—love—you.”

“My dad’s not gonna be happy in the morning,” he chuckled in your ear as the bed creaked with the weight of his thrusts. “We should wake up early and cook him breakfast as an apology.”

“W-we?” You asked through his thrusts, earning another chuckle.

“He should meet the girl I’ve been sneaking in through the back door all summer, don’t you think?” His hand slid between your bodies, hardly enough room to do much, but he still managed to stroke at your clit. Your grip tightened around his back as your orgasm began to build, Javier’s teeth biting at your earlobe. “You love me, cariño?”

“I love you, Javier.” You nodded as your face remained buried in the crook of his neck. He groaned at the sound of your confession, his hips working deeper and fingers strumming faster. “I’m going to cum, Javi, baby. Please…please!”

“Cum for me, cariño,” he growled in your ear, his knees sliding against the sheet as he struggled to continue at his brutal pace. “Come on, baby. Let me feel it. Give it to me.”

“F-fuck! I’m…oh my god!” You started to cry from the force of the orgasm, your body shaking as your mind went blank with pleasure. Javier didn’t last even a minute after feeling you squeeze him, spilling inside of you with another animalistic growl straight into your ear.

“Mi bebita, te quiero mucho.” He kissed your cheek and buried himself to the hilt, your head nodding as you remained completely fucked out in his embrace. He pulled away after feeling one of your teardrops on his shoulder. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, that was just really good.” You chuckled as he wiped your tears away. “I think it would be really nice if we made your dad an apology breakfast. But I can’t promise I won’t have red cheeks the entire time with the knowledge that he’d heard me getting absolutely wrecked by his son.”

Javier laughed at that, his lips pecking yours before he pulled out and laid down beside you, cuddling you close. “He’s probably going to be just as red as you, baby.”

“And you?”

“I’ll be too busy with my thrown out back to blush.” He grunted and reached to hold his lower back, the area hot and tense. With a chuckle you urged him to lay on his stomach, your thighs straddling his as you started to massage him. He let out a thankful moan at the feeling of your hands against his sore muscles. “I warned you that night at the bar, do you remember?”

“Hey, you made it three months without throwing your back out. I think that’s something to be proud of.” You leaned over and kissed in between his shoulder blades. “I’m glad you forgave me.”

“I’m glad I did too, cariño.” He hummed, a smile forming in his face. “Now get back to work.”

“Yes, sir.”

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[mysticcollectionbee]

Loki S2 Ep.2 (Breaking Brad): Pros & Cons

(SPOILERS!)

First the Bad to get it out of the way:

• Biggest thing I got a problem with: NOT a fan of the TVA brutality thing and really hope the TVA isn't seen as a 'flawed' system but just a system built to be awful. Only thing I agree with Sylvie is that the overall system is bad. And the protags shouldn't be chill using these tactics. Gonna hope this was just a one time thing because of X-5 just being a massive dick and pissing them to an extreme extent (Doesn't make it right, but if someone blamed me for a loved ones death...I might loose my morals a bit too).

• Sylvie being a bitch to Loki FOR NO REASON. Like everything else going on with her I love, but, why is she being horrible to Loki? He didn't betray or stop her. SHE BETRAYED HIM AND SCREWED EVERYTHING OVER, BUT SHE'S THE PISSED ONE?

Now that we got all the bad out of the way, onto the good stuff:

•Badass Loki, with MAGIC, with a bit of intimidation? YES. Sure, I don't like him and Mobius torturing X-5 BUT I'm all for Loki weaponizing his villainous history. And surprisingly keeping his temper under control. Nice.

• Unlike Mobius...My dude ya good? I love what this could be hinting and going for. And also showing that he isn't pure good, but as Loki said, Not all good which is why they get along.

• Loki being the one that kept a cool head and is the one trying to comfort is so interesting! He's never tried doing that for anyone besides Thor in a few small scenes. And that's his brother! He just wants to be there for Mobius and let him have some pie while they chill and talk stuff out, even trying to relate to mobius (albeit a funny ridiculous comparison).

•Both of the time duos being horrible with tech makes a bit too much sense. They are great at manipulating and reading people, but they probably can't build a single IKEA chair.

•CASEY! I love Casey actually becoming more of an important/useful character. And apparently a fan of O.B. So maybe our tech guy won't have to wait hundreds of years for a visitor anymore!

•B-15 being the heart of the team and the TVA, she should be in charge. Please. Also I need an offical name for her and D-90 because I really want to call them by actual names.

•X-5 is an asshole but a well written and neat asshole. I do kinda want him to get back to his movie life, that way he won't be such a dick to the characters I like and he gets to keep having his dream life. Win-win.

• Sylvie gets a fun retirement life please! I don't think her being on the team is good for her or for the team. I think she should only join when her life is endangered and when it's all over get back to it. I used to think she might join Loki and Mobius on maybe continuing fighting Kang after the season is over but like...That's not her fight? Leaver her be. And bad for the team cause well...The morale is already kinda shit and she's gonna be miserable and make everyone else miserable too.

• Just realized this: Is everyone keeping secrets??? Loki seemed to not have been planning to tell the others about the Ravonna and HWR convo until it was needed to mention (Mobius literally was asking, "When were you gonna-" then was caught off), Mobius seems to already know or have a serious fear that he's hiding, B-15 has yet to mention what she saw of her past life despite it obviously leaving an impact, etc.

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[heavyhitterheaux]

Oh, So You Just Wasn't Gon Hit Me?

AN: If Jack were to slide in my DM's I would answer. No questions asked.

Synopsis: Jack has had his eye on you for awhile and is trying to do everything to get your attention. But, do you want to give him the same attention in return?

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Plus Size Model!Reader

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Requested by my cutie pie @bsisbsjssjs 😘💕

You were a plus size model that had taken the industry by storm ever since you had stepped on the scene around the year 2017.

Everyone wanted for you to model for them or be an ambassador for their clothing line. The latest offer that you had gotten was from Savage x Fenty. How could you ever say no to Rihanna herself?

With all of the fame and new found attention, there also came a lot of unwanted messages in your DM's. For the most part, you would simply ignore it but the more famous you got the harder it was to do so.

Besides, because of the way your body was built, you weren't sure if these men had some type of fetish or actually wanted to get to know you for who you were.

You had dealt with that as long as you could remember and weren't interested in getting your heart broken again any time soon. So, you simply stayed away and kept to yourself.

However, there was one particular person who wouldn't let up for anything on God's green earth.

Jack Harlow.

He was in your DM's

He was in your comments

He would respond to every tweet, every tik tok, and even every Facebook post

Bottom line is that man was down bad for you.

You admit you did get a smile on your face every time you saw his name pop up on your phone.

You read anything and everything that he would post on your different accounts, but you were still so hesitant.

What if he just turned out to be just like all the others?

The two of you didn't run within the same circles, but did have mutual friends.

One of them being Druski.

Whenever the two of you would cross paths he would jokingly say,

"Give my boy a chance!"

All you did was laugh it off and keep it moving.

If you were going to put yourself out there again, you needed to be sure that you were ready for it.

You were currently talking to one of your best friends Latecia asking her advice on what to do.

"That man is simping for you baby. Just give him a chance. If it doesn't work out, then move on. It won’t be the end of the world.”

"But I want for my next relationship to work out and be for the long run. What if he's just like everyone else?"

"Even though I don't know him, for some strange reason I feel like he is genuine with it and wants you for you."

"I'm just torn about it."

"It won't hurt if you answer you know. Poor baby is getting ignored by you on every single platform." She replied while laughing.

"I'll think about it some more."

"Don't think too long before someone else comes and snatches your man."

"He isn't my man."

"Not yet anyway. If you give him the opportunity he would definitely make you his girl."

"Like I said, I'll think about it."

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Y/N: I want you to serenade me, but I know you bashful 😉🤭

jackharlow: not you using my lyrics for a caption mamas. come on and stop playin 😒🙄

druski2funny: Y/N!! Yo man wanna talk to you!

jackharlow: talk to me, talk to me, talk to me baybayyyyy

druski2funny: now you playin games! You see this man wants you!

jackharlow: gimme a chance mamas!

druski2funny: jackharlow once I get you two together yo ass better not fumble the bag

jackharlow: druski2funny man she been ignoring me for like 5 years 🤣

druski2funny: jackharlow well shit. We just gotta work on your technique and approach. baby girl a little bougie. might need to just hand her a Givenchy outfit at this point to get her attention.

jackharlow: come on Y/N stop sleeping on ya boy!

"Druski! Set those two up on a date. This is low key embarrassing at this point." Urban said while laughing.

"I'm doing my best! It's a work in progress!"

"You not working fast enough for me. I'm really trying to get to know her."

"Don't give up yet my boy. I have an event coming up and I'm inviting her."

Jack instantly got excited and was nothing but smiles.

"SHIT. Now I'm nervous what if she won't talk to me?"

"Will you relax? She has to say yes to going first."

"She really is a sweet girl. A little shy but I got you. I'm about to put you and her at the same table so the two of you will be near each other."

"Okay, this just might work."

"Your ass is about to turn red as a tomato and cum in your pants as soon as she says hi to you."

"Eww Jack."

"Shut the fuck up. I'm not that bad."

"You are though."

"Wait! I got it. Let's do a blind date however she won't know it's you sitting across from her."

"Then that's like a semi blind date."

"Look, do you want to date her or not? Because I'm all out of ideas. If her ass don't even want you after this then..."

"Damn just shoot me down I guess."

"But it's gonna work."

"We need to put money on this." Urban perked up and said with a smile.

"How much we talking?" Jack was competitive and was always down for a challenge. Either way, he hoped that he ended up going on a date with you at the end of the night.

"I'll give you 500 if you're able to make her your girlfriend in a month?"

"That's all the money you putting out on my future wife? Nah, up that shit to 2,500."

"Damn, my boy feeling cocky aren't we?"

"Even though she's ignored him for five years." Urban snorted while rolling his eyes.

"Hey!"

---

Jack was nervous as all hell when the day finally arrived. Druski had told him that you had agreed to do the blind date even though it took a few weeks to convince you and it would actually take place at Druski's apartment.

Once you got there you were immediately blind folded and Druski led you to sit in the living room across from Jack who looked like a kid on Christmas day who opened his favorite present which he had been longing for for the entire year. Except it wasn’t just an entire year in this case, it was five. 

Your two best friends Latecia and Amber were there along with Urban, Jack, Druski, the rest of PG, and even Neelam.

She was hoping this would be the night that you finally stopped ignoring Jack.

Just like Urban said the other day, this was low key embarrassing at this point. 

Everyone was in on it and wanted to see the two of you go out on a date. Your best friends were tired of you being miserable and Urban was tired of hearing Jack simp over you on a daily basis.

It was go time.

"Ladies and gentlemen welcome to another round of blind dating with Druski. I have two very lovely people here who are going to get to know each other by asking questions and we'll find out at the end if they want to go out on a date or not. Now only one rule, no names will be revealed until the end. We good with that?"

Both of you nodded and you were actually eager to get started. You figured at this point, why not and what did you have to lose?

"Okay, baby girl, you go first."

"Okay. How old are you and where are you from?"

"24 and I grew up in Kentucky."

"Hmm, you're a baby. I'm almost 30."

"I guarantee you won't be saying that once we hit the bedroom."

“Damn, okay. I see my boy over there trying to make moves!” Druski was trying to do his best to hype Jack up and keep him calm. At the moment, the poor baby was blushing something terrible. 

"Hmm, cocky are we?" You responded while giving a small smile.

"Never that, baby. Just confident. Now when was your last relationship and what made it end?"

"3 years ago and I was cheated on with another model that I considered a friend at one point. Him wanting a thick girl was a ploy to get closer to her. I kicked him and her to the curb."

“I’m sorry to hear that. If you were mine, you would never have to worry about that.”

“He said the same thing. You talk a big game, but are you able to back it up? Oh, and what are you looking for in a girlfriend?”

“I’m definitely able to back all of what I say up. As far as what I’m looking for in a girlfriend? You.”

“Alright now, getting a little spicy in here. Baby girl, what do you have to say to that?”

“You know what? Your voice sounds really familiar. I wonder if we’ve met before?”

Jack now had a look of panic across his face as he looked towards Druski who was frantically shaking his head no.

“Nah, mamas we haven’t. If we did, I would never forget an accent as cute as yours. DMV I take it?”

“You’re good. I feel like it’s starting to fade a little bit though. Fuck it is dummy?”

“Ayeee! Baltimore all day!! Me and baby girl in here representing!”

All you could do was laugh before Jack asked you another question.

“What are you looking for in a man?”

“Hmm, 6′3...”

“That is... very specific.....”

“Curly hair, blue eyes that remind me of the ocean, I love a beard too, throw in some freckles and we got the whole package.....”

By now everyone’s eyes were as big as saucers since you were describing Jack perfectly. 

You had figured it out.

“And I mean if he’s a rapper that’s a plus.”

“Oh, um, you like rappers mamas?”

“Yes, but there’s another thing...”

“And what’s that?”

“Not just any rapper. If his name isn’t Jack Harlow I don’t want him.” You replied while taking off your blindfold and was now face to face with the man himself. If Jack had been a light shade of red before, he was now fire engine red now. 

“DAMN! She got it! But you weren’t supposed to take the blindfold off yet!”

“How’d you figure it out mamas?” Jack curiously asked while looking up at you.

“The accent. It’s slight, but I hear it. As soon as you said you were 24 and from Kentucky, I knew. Nice to finally meet you Jack.”

“The pleasure is all mine, baby girl. Been waiting for this for a minute.”

“FIVE YEARS TO BE EXACT!”

“Urban shut the hell up!”

“Just saying!”

Jack rolled his eyes at Urban before looking back at you and smiling. This man had not stop blushing since you first walked into the living room.

"Now mamas, you just gonna act like you ain’t see my DM's!?"

"I admit, I did smile every time I saw your name pop up in my notifications but, I already told you why I’m hesitant. I want someone who wants me for me. I’m not anyone’s fantasy to pursue.”

“I can respect that. But, mamas.... five years? Come on now.”

“Okay, okay fine. To make up for all of that... I’m here until next Sunday so...”

“Say less. Date night.”

“YES! FINALLY! Y/N, this man has been down bad for you forever.” Neelam chimed in as she smiled at you.

“My work here is now done. Jack, what I tell you? Y/N, I knew you would say yes to my mans.”

“You really do blush when I say the smallest thing, huh?” Jack had finally settled down, but hearing that made him go red all over again.

That man was simping and simping hard.

He couldn’t do nothing but smile at you.

“Come on stinkkkk, stoppp....”

“You’re so cute. Now where are you taking me on our date?”

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jackharlow: and she's a bad motherfucker, how could we not go together? 😍😍😍

champagnepapi: wait... THIS YOU?

druski2funny: champagnepapi courtesy of me. I told my boy I would set it up. It was looking bleak for awhile but it happened.

jackharlow: champagnepapi all me bro 😏

champagnepapi: damn okay I see you 👀 hey Ms. Y/N!

Y/N: champagnepapi hi honey! 👋🏾

Y/N: jackharlow the bed is cold without you, come back 😔

jackharlowsource: after five years our boy finally got her 😫

jackharlow: you ain't have to say all that 🙄

jackharlow: Y/N say less! on my way baby girl! oh and urbanwyatt run me my money

urbanwyatt: 🙄

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[miracles-and-butterflies]

Got a new au for ya; DOLORES VILLAIN SONG - Rule the Quiet

So, the idea that I had was that after Dolores was captured (and hopefully remained captured), everybody is basically mute. A mute village if you will. But you know who isn't? Mariano. From the video, we see he can still speak.

Therefore, the only person besides Mirabel who can talk to her. Hopefully.

But the concept of a mute/quiet town is interesting. And it's not like they can make music or any other type of sound. Dolores muted EVERYTHING! We can see as much we she smashes the plate on the ground.

So, in a way, Dolores gets what she wants.

I have been waiting to do my villain Dolores AU, so now seems as good a time as any.

Silenced AU.

However, I wouldn’t want to start at this point where the damage has already been done. There’s nowhere to go from here. Dolores was restrained and captured by Isabela, most likely to be arrested - where she would never really see anyone. Everyone else, besides Mariano and Mirabel, is mute - they would just have to learn to deal. It’s not impossible to live without sound. That would just be it.

So I’m gonna start at the beginning (of the song). Or rather the ending scene of the film, where Mirabel gets the doorknob.

I also think Dolores would be much more clever in how she would go about it. Yes, I understand she had no way of knowing of these new powers (if you will) and she just let her emotions get the better of her in the moment. But… our girl had plenty of time to actually do something.

Surely her first call would have been to take the doorknob out/destroy it or tackle Mirabel away from the door; prevent the miracle from returning and finalising itself? It’s not like she was at the back of the crowd and had no chance of getting there in time, she was just a couple steps behind her cousin. It’s clear she realises what’s happening before everyone else, her hearing slowly increasing again, why wouldn’t she do something?

#encanto #encanto au #encanto silenced au

[victoria--ft-9801]

Missing scenes from TBB

Part one: Phee shows Tech that emotions aren't completely bad, and sometimes, it's okay to express them.

Tech scrubbed at his tired eyes with his "clean" hand before continuing to work on The Maruder's hyperdrive. If these modifications worked, it might shorten the delay between when he pulled the gear to go into hyperspace and when the engines actually got them into hyperspace.

In english, he was trying to make the acceleration stronger on the hyperdrive.

Or, you know, trying to get his mind off... everything.

With his twin, Crosshair, gone... things were different.

But emotion was illogical, and a waste of time to contemplate or think about, so when Tech rubbs his eyes again, it's because he's tired and not crying, thank-you-very-much.

As Tech continued to make modifications on the hyperdrive, he heard footsteps approaching. The most likely cause would be Hunter, asking for his thoughts on something, needing to know some facts about the next assignment they had in a few days, or nagging him to take a break.

"Whatcha doing there, Brown eyes?" Or it could be Phee.

"I am rerouting the connection system on the hyperspace engines to allow for greater acceleration." Tech answered, pleasantly surprised it was Phee. Phee was always a good listener, even if Tech suspected that at times she didn't know much more of what he was saying than his brothers did. She was good at finding things to add to the conversation, even if every retelling of her tales got more outlandish. It was simply how Phee was; Tech wouldn't let them change that about her for anything in the galaxy. Except, maybe, to have everything be okay for once... but that was besides the point.

"You wanna come see the sun set? Your brothers are already on the shoreline." Phee was good at getting people to socialize, however, Tech wasn't in the mood.

"I'm quite alright, thank you. I'd like to get these modifications done before the next mission, and it will take some time."

Phee chuckled, grabbing Tech and tugging him along. "Come on, a couple minutes won't kill ya!" Phee trailed off seeing his red eyes. Red because he was tired, thank-you-very-much. Nothing else. Because emotion is illogical. "You okay?" Phee asked, stopping in her tracks and looking Tech in the eyes.

"I am quite alright, thank you," lies. "Just tired." Why was it that Tech hated making her worried? Why was it that lying and saying he was fine seemed so much worse when it was to her?

"If you need to talk about it, I'm here." Phee said. Tech was puzzled. Phee used the same, worried tone that his brothers sometimes did, but he didn't know Phee as well as his brothers. How could she care enough to be so worried?

"Talking about such illogical things such as emotions is almost as much of a waste of time as letting them affect your life is." Tech stated simply. "But as I said previously, I am okay. Simply in need of a good night's rest."

"Talking about emotions is a good, logical way to work through them. Just ignoring them means eventually it'll be too much. But do what you want, brown eyes. Just know I'm here."

She... had a point. It might be... helpful to get some of it off Tech's chest, even for a little while.

"I suppose you have a valid argument." Tech began, feeling tendrils of anxiety at the prospect of talking about emotions. "I've just been... upset. About my twin, Crosshair, leaving us."

---------------------------------------------------

Part two will be Tech actually telling Phee about Crosshair, I think. Hope you liked it! Requests comments and reblogs are open!

-Victoria

#the bad batch #tbb tech and phee #techs emotional side #missing scenes from tbb

[annymation]

The question may sound a bit repetitive, but what would an interaction between Canon!Asha and Aster be like? Kow!Asha has very different motivations and personalities from the Disney movie, so I would find it interesting to see how Aster reacts to everything that happened in the canonical movie.

We may criticize Canon!Asha a lot, but I believe Aster would love her in every universe. And Canon!Asha and Aster actually do have a lot in common, both being very optimistic and... "Caring too much" I guess, that's her personality in the movie- I need to focus, I keep just being salty with Wish- Anyway, here's some scenes with them.

So remember how in my rewrite Aster's initial plan was to just get in the castle and return the wishes, thinking people would automatically want to grant them themselves? Well KOW!Asha being a realist knew that wouldn't be a good idea for several reasons, both because they could get caught and also the people wouldn't want their wishes back.

But Canon!Asha on the other hand... Well that plan was exactly what she herself went with in the movie right? So here's them coming up with the plan and executing it:

"YEAH! We can get my Saba's and my mother's wishes back, now that I have your help!" Asha says with enthusiasm, she feels ready to take on anything the world throws at them "How can we start?"

Aster flies off the ground, looking just as excited as her "I'm glad you asked! Here's my plan"

Aster uses his star dust to illustrate his plan:

"First! We get in the castle. Then we free all the wishes. Everyone gets their wishes back. They all learn that they should make their wishes come true through their own efforts. BOOM. They get "Something more for them than thisss"!" he sing songs the last phrase at the rhythm of "This Wish"

"You mean get ALL the wishes of Rosas? Wait- but isn't that stealing?" She questions awkwardly

"It would be, if they belonged in there, which they don't" Aster explains with a cheeky smile

"You're right" Asha had a bright smile and a gleam of hope in her eyes "I think we can settle with just my families wishes though" she adds with a shrug

Aster's smile falters for a second in surprise "... Heh hehe uh what?" The star asks hoping he misunderstood "Just THEIR wishes?... What about everyone elses?"

"Oh yeah yeah sure but... Ya know, priorities first heheh." She says with a quirky giggle "And later we can ask my friends to help us free the other ones, I'm sure they'll accept helping me betray the king, they're the best"

"... Okaaaay then! Guess we got a plan!" Aster exclaims with his usual enthusiasm.

Aster would prefer that they freed all the wishes all together... But she's the wish maker, so whatever she says goes, besides, what's the worse that could happen-

The next day they watch as Canon!Magnifico get's possessed by the evil book, while the sneak out with the two wishes

"Oh my galaxy! Did you see that???" Aster and Asha are running away from the castle, back to her house

"Yeah! I can't believe Magnifico would stoop to forbidden magic" Asha says with a angry look on her face.

(I learned the word "Stoop" today by the way, love learning new words as a non-english speaker)

"He's dangerous now! We gotta tell somebody! The queen maybe, or-"

"Let's go to my house!" Asha says dragging the star boy by the hand

".......... Really?" Aster asks, more so in disbelief and concern.

You know you've lost it when Aster is the voice of reason.

Anyway we cut to the scene when Sabino get's his wish back, and ya know what? That deleted scene of Sabino playing the lute (That I called a mandolin my whole rewrite by mistake but we'll stick with that) happens, because I really like the idea of Sabino calling Aster "my sweet star" it's so wholesome.

And as Sabino sings, Aster extends his hand inviting Asha for a slow dance, and as they dance they get lost in eachothers eyes. This scene being like a replacement for "At All Cost" in this quick rewrite we're doing here.

(I know you asked for just one interaction Aled but dang you caught me in a creative mood, now I'm remaking the whole Wish movie but replacing the wishing star with Aster, and finding out he ACTUALLY makes the scenes better)

Anyway the door of the house suddenly opens and the cold wind from outside blow out the candles.

"Aww how sweet~" The now corrupted king says sarcastically from the door with a cruel smile. All four of them inside the house are mortified in fear as he approaches "Getting quite acquainted with your little partner in crime, huh Asha?"

"They've committed no crimes!" Sabino steps up to defend the two

Aster and Asha are holding hands ready to protect one another at all cost.

Magnifico ignore's the elderly man's comment "I don't know HOW or WHY this star chose to answer to your calling. But it's coming with ME now." He says grabbing Aster's wrist angrily

"Wha- A star?? Hahah what makes you think I'm a star?" Aster tries to lie, even though he's very bad at it

The king smirks "Let's just say a little birdie told me about you... Also your hair is glowing" The king points out matter of factly

"Touché" Aster says looking up at his own glowing hair

Asha proceeds to drop a whole dishes closet on the king, as she did in the movie, and they make a run for it.

They escape in a boat and Aster uses his magic to make the boat's oars row by themselves.

"I didn't mean for this to happen..." Asha says, feeling hopeless now that the king is after them

"I know baby" Sakina says caressing her daughter's face.

Aster is looking as Asha with a sorrowful frown.

"I was foolish to think I could change anything... I shouldn't have ever wished" She says disheartened, her eyes are downcast

(I am taking this dialogue straight from the movie btw)

Aster feels his light flickering weaker as her hopes diminish, and he tries offering some words of advice

"If anyone can change this it's YOU, and I'll be here right by your side all the way... We just gotta keep trying, together"

"But how? I've ruined everything for my family, and now everyone in Rosas is at risk, because of me" Tears threaten to fall from her eyes.

"Oh Asha no... Everyone is at risk... Because of Magnifico" Asha's mom reassures her

"Our dear Rosas... Your father's heart would break for what we now know" Sabino said with pain in his voice

Asha looks at Rosas in the distance with a thoughtful gaze, then she turns to Aster, they're staring at her waiting for what path she'll choose

"I know what you're thinking... Cause' I'm thinking it too" Asha tells him

Aster smiles, trusting that they're in sync with each other "Yeah, we'll go back, and free the king from his cur-"

"We'll go back to tell my friends how the king is a horrible mad man that must be stopped." Asha says confidently

"Why are you like this?" Aster eyebrows are furrowed together as he looks at her frustrated and absolutely DONE with this, and also rethinking his crush on her.

Aaaaaand that's all I got!

#wish rewrite #wish reimagined #kingdom of wishes #wish #wish movie #wish disney

[heartofwritiing]

I saw your inbox was open and I just had to put in a request ❤️ Can I get “ so you kissed him, and then you... “ “ ran away. “ with Barry

Thank you

Run away with my heart

paring: Barry Keoghan x actress!reader

a/n: hiya! sorry this took soo long ive just been in a eddie munson/stranger things faze rn and ive been working on fics towards that so i finally had time to work on some requests! I threw a selfcare bath scene in this randomly ahab but I hope you like what ive wrote! sns that its kinda longg :) from this prompt list

warning(s): fluff, unrequited love, happy end, confessions, swearing, KISSING OOO, heated make out sesh, unedited! sorry if this is messy i really need a beta reader! :/

“shit, shit, shit!”

You were freaking out, pacing back and forth in front of Gemma's trailer door. You didn’t know who else to go to besides her, she has been your closest friend on set during filming so it seemed only right.

You didn’t know how it happened. One minute your on set goofing around with Barry as usual and something had just come over you. You kissed him. Right there practically in-front of everyone. You didn’t know what to do after that so you here you were waiting for Gemma to answer the door.

It opens to reveal Gemma in a fluffy white robe and her hair freshly washed. She frowned down at you just as confused as you paced.

“y/n/n? what’s wrong?” she asked knitting her brows.

“Gem, I really need to talk its an emergency.” you said hurriedly.

She motions for you to come in and mumbles something about the mess in her trailer. You really didn’t care so much in the moment your hands laced together as you breathed in a shaky breath.

Once she had closed the door you two were completely alone as nothing but silence held the air.

“What’s going on? you seem shaken.” she says.

Your leg is bouncing uncontrollably, a side effect you had from nerves.

You tried your best to explain what had just occurred as calmly as possible but failed and when you were in the middle of your rant Gemma stopped you gently.

“Woah, Woah, slow down, take a breath,” she steps towards you with her hands out. She places them on your shoulders comfortingly when she's close enough. You inhale a breath as she dose and you both exhale at the same time.

“okay.” you nod.

“start from the beginning, what happened?”

“I was hanging out with Barry on set like we usually do and one thing led to another and…”

You loved the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed. How his nose would twitch when you would make a stupid joke. You always wondered why he always put up with your ridiculous jokes that were so corny half the time. After spending so many moths together something just grows. You and Barry had a special bond out of anyone else in the cast. Everything just felt right with him around. Like your world was better now that he was in it and you don’t know how you went thing long without him.

Maybe it was just a silly crush, you don't know. What you do though is that your feelings ran deeper than love. It was more of a fondness for him.

“You should go into comedy,” Barry says once he’s calmed himself down a little.

“get off, i’m not that funny,” you protest.

“Come on, ya you are.” he nudges his shoulder with yours.

“you’re so full of shit,” you giggle.

“no im serious, you’re great.” he says in a more stern tone.

Your giggles had stopped completely now as he’s looking at you more genuine as he speaks. You can tell by his tone its coming somewhere deep.

“You’re not just a funny lass, you’re smart, beautiful, and an overall good person. I think that’s amazing on it’s on own, anybody would be lucky to have ya.”

Your heart melts at his words. Your cheeks were heating up and before you could even control what you were doing, you gently grabbed Barry’s face and kissed him so softly. Your lips brushed against his just long enough for him to feel the warmth of your skin and taste your strawberry chapstick. Before he could even reciprocate and kiss you back you were pulling away with a faint smack and taking off towards the direction of the trailers.

Now here you were back in Gemma's trailer finishing your story. The look on her face changes while you speak from confusion into pure humor.

“So you kissed him and then…”

“Ran away.” you finished.

You plop down onto her leather sofa that wasn’t as comfortable as you thought it would be. Huffing you squeeze your eyes in frustration realization hitting you that Barry probably hated you now. You felt so humiliated right now, I mean what the fuck were you thinking? You’ve ruined a perfectly good relationship between you just because you couldn’t handle the most genuine sounding complement’s you’ve ever heard about yourself.

She laughs heartily at you and you glare at her not so seriously.

“I mean what was I supposed to do?!” you put your face in your hands. “Im so embarrassed, what am I gonna do the next time I see him?”

“Tell him how you feel?” Gemma suggested sitting next to you.

“What if he doesn’t feel the same? or worse laughs at me?” you shoot up out of your seat and throw your hands up. Gemma gives you a pitying look from her seat.

“He won’t, i haven’t known Barry for that long but I know he has a good heart and I know he won’t judge you all the lesser for admitting your feelings.” she states.

You cross your arms and look solemnly towards the ground. If he did hate you you didn’t know what you could do, this whole operation could be ruin from your dumbass mistake. You didn’t want to risk it further and make things more uncomfortable between you and Barry.

Gemma offered to tell the crew you weren’t feeling well and you decided to head back to your hotel room, since everything had been pretty much wrapped up for the day anyways. Nobody questioned you when you walked to the car and drove back to your hotel for the rest of the night. You would order room service and watch trashy reality tv to take your mind off things. Then hopefully sleep would take you into a deep sleep as it usually did.

ஓ๑♡๑ஓ

When you arrived at your hotel it was fairly early into the night and guests were leaving to spend nights out on the town or go out to dinner, but not you. You got into the elevator as a couple walked out past you giggling at one another. It made you kinda happy to see some people could figure things out and been happy themselves. You pressed the button with your floor number, the white glow around it signaling you that the doors would close and you'd be completely alone soon. Finally. after being near loads of people all day with the hussle and bussle of being on a set, it was very tiring most days. You couldn’t wait to curl up into bed and rant to your pillow.

Just as the doors were closing, a hand reaches in to stop them. You groan internally but your eyes flash with panic as a familiar face pops into view. Blue eyes look almost as shocked to see you as well but you don’t let them distract you. It was Barry. Oh right, you completely forgot he was staying in the same hotel as you, and the same floor as a matter of fact. God if the ground would swallow you whole right now you wouldn’t object to falling into it.

“hey,” he laughs out, sounding almost nervous.

“hi,” you squeak out.

“Sorry if i startled ya, just didn’t want to miss it.”

You nod and shift over from your spot in the middle to the left to make room for him. He stands next to you tall as ever and hands in his pockets. The silence swirls around you both in this tiny space and its suffocating you. The digital scenes numbers signifying each floors dings echoing in your ears. you felt like you were going to faint, being in this elevator for more than twenty seconds with him was sure to make you go insane. Barry noticed your uneasiness but didn’t say a word 

He was hot on your tail you could feel him. Feel his warm gaze on the back of your head as your hair bounced with each step. It sent shivers down your spine to know he was looking directly at you. Reaching your door you were glad that this uncomfortable awkwardness would be over soon. 

Barry was across the hall from you of course. It made it even more antagonizing standing in the softly lit hall searching for your room key as Barry was also digging into his pockets looking for his. 

You groaned in annoyance continuously digging through your bag. The key card was nowhere to be seen and you huffed shoving your bag with a thump. You must've left it back in your trailer. This was great, now you had to go all they back down to the lobby and ask for a new one and you knew it would be a hassle. Barry turns and sees your growing frustration, he reaches into his pocket and finds what he was looking for. He pulls it out and holds it out to you from behind.

“Here,” he says. you turn and frown at him when you see the identical card placed between his thumb and pointer. 

“One of the costuming ladies said you left it and she knew we were staying in the same hotel so, i brought it to you.” 

“Thanks,” you take it from him and turn back to your door. The green light blinks at you and the door click’s as you push the door open. With one final turn you see Barry watching you solemnly as you bid him goodnight and just before your door closes you hear a ‘night’ from him making you inhale. Once you’re safe behind the door you thump your head against it soundly and squeeze your eyes cringing at yourself. Here you were being an absolute fool for this man who was only across the hall and feeling nothing but embarrassment when you were near him. Combing your fingers in your scalp, you decided to just call it a night. 

You made your way into your room toeing off your shoes as you walked to your bed and threw yourself down on it. Bouncing for a moment on the mattress before you stilled made you sigh contently, as if all your worries went away as soon as you laid down. You didn’t know how you would face Barry tomorrow after today but you tried not to worry about it too much. Instead you got to work on drawing yourself a quick bath, using all the fancy soaps the hotel had to offer, and then you’d throw on the complementary robe and get into your king bed and fall asleep to the mind numbing television. 

You got up reluctantly and went into the bathroom to start up the tub. Turning the knob to the right temperature you checked it just to make sure it was perfect. Satisfied you go to the sink to inspect the various soaps you thought about earlier. There were three different kinds, Rose, Lavender, and Lily. Since you wanted to feel relaxed tonight you picked the lavender knowing as it had calming properties and such. 

You walked back into the little room with the tub and began undressing, throwing your clothes into a pile in the corner. You were so sweaty and sore from all the stunt training you had to do leading up to this production but you knew it would be worth it in the end. You were so in shape and healthy but you knew going into this that training for a big marvel movie was going to be brutal to get that super hero bod. 

You poured some of the liquid soap into the bath above the faucet and watched as the bubbles formed. Once you were content with how much water had filled the tub you turned off the valve and dipped your foot in testing the water. You bemoan at the warmth and as carefully as you can slip down into the tub and lay back. You inhaled the Lavender as it took over your senses and calmed your brain. Even if this only was for a few minutes while the water was still warm you enjoyed it. Taking baths was a great way to help you destress and it was doing wonders for you now. 

After only a few minutes a knock on your room door startled you out of your trance. You threw your head back and sighed. Whoever it was they would go away in a few moments, but no another knock was heard. Just ignore it. But another pound to the door made you grunt and sit up and get up out of your safe haven. You grabbed the bathrobe hanging on the hook  and threw it on tying it around your waist quickly. Water splashed onto the floor from your feet but it was fine you would clean it after. You practically threw the door open without even looking through the peephole to see who it was first. It could've been anyone, and you were standing in just a bathrobe. Barry is standing there looking rather flushed when he sees you. 

Beats pass as he looks at you trying not to seem obvious that he’s pretty much checking you out. And it doesn't creep you out that he is, even though that you’re standing in front of him practically half naked. Once again you’ve seemed to make a fool of yourself in front of him. Heat rises to your face and you clear your throat. 

“Sorry,” he speaks. “I didn’t know if you were asleep but, I have to talk to you. its urgent.” 

Your lips part at his words. Not really knowing what to say you gesture for him to enter your room. He walks past you and stands in the middle of the room waiting for you to shut the door. Once you do you meet him and you’re standing face to face. Your breathing intensifies as you’re walking closer to one another, until your chests are almost touching. Everything is quiet and still as you both lean in at the same time. Suddenly he’s kissing you so passionately you thought you died and went to heaven. You couldn't even believe this was happening it’s like something out of a movie, but it wasn't, it was real. Your kissing is hot a frantic like your both scared the other will disappear once its over and you were clinging onto one another. 

His hands are so cautious as to where they hold you. You just want him to touch you and it makes you a little frustrated to see him being so hesitant. Rolling your eyes slightly You grab his hands and place them so he can cup your ass firmly with his palms. and He groans hotly into your mouth. You swallow every sound his makes as you reach up to play with his hair. His lips feel so soft moving with yours you feel almost dizzy and you’re so glad his holding you right now or else you’d probably fall over. 

When you both pull away you’re breathless and eyes blow full of lust. His lips are a light pink color from all your kisses and swollen. He leans down to peck your nose and then lean his forehead against yours. You giggle at the action and you're both still trying to regain your breath. 

“So you have feelings for me huh?” you question. 

“I do.” he admits. “and I am hoping yours haven't changed?” 

You shake your head and he smiles boyishly.

“Not in the slightest, especially after you kissed me like that.” you jest. 

He throws his head back in laughter and leans back in to kiss you once more with even more passion as before. 

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a/n: leave the ending up to your imagination.. 👀

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[comatosebunny09]

Sparkler [ Pt. 1 ]

Summary: This year, the Fourth of July brings sparks of a different kind between you and your dearest friend.

Genre: Romance, Smut

Warnings: Graphic Description of Sex, Language, Alcohol, Cunnilingus, Toe Sucking, Virgin!Reader, Female!Reader, OOC Kyojuro, MDNI!

Had to break this bad boy up because it came out longer than I intended. Dedicated to @auraee​. As always, thank you for reading! ❤️

It’s sinful; you know this. But you can’t really look away, can you?

You poor thing, you.

You’re witnessing something too intimate, meant to be done behind closed doors. Yet you watch with bated breath and part lips whilst a glistening stream of watermelon juice dribbles down the blond's angular jaw, cascading along the curve of his Adam’s apple. You swallow profusely, wishing you could chase it with a flattened tongue. Ponder on how it would taste, mingled with the flavor of his bronze skin.

The cushion of your lounge chair hisses as you dig your nails into it.

Mitsuri offers him another bite, and he accepts with crinkled eyes and a low chuckle that ripples across your skin. You’re suddenly envious of her for partaking in such an erotic scene. Remain transfixed while another piece of the pulpy, pink fruit disappears behind his lips. You gulp down a whimper, your mind flooded with visions of what else he can do with that gorgeous mouth. Heat prickles your ears. Lids are heavy as if weighed down by sandbags. You squeeze your thighs together in response to an indiscernible pressure brewing between them.

Kyojuro is your friend, silly. No reason to ogle him like a piece of meat. It is no secret to anyone within your circle that you have a thing for the blond—even to him. It feels as though he plays on that notion like a fiddle, doing any and everything to dismantle your resolve. It's hard not to adore him when he looks like he’s been forged from marble by a Grecian sculptor. Doesn’t help that he has a heart of gold. The lingering touches and knowing glances you often exchange don't assist in any way, either.    

You’re so entranced by the spectacle and the inner workings of your mind that you nearly drop your beer when Sanemi plops down into the chair beside you. You jolt at the sigh rushing past his lips.

“Fuck,” your white-haired friend grumbles, combing a hand through his spiked locks. You quirk a brow. Bring the New Belgium Sour to your lips, waiting for him to speak. Sanemi rubs the scruff of his neck, a customary scowl taking up residence on his face.

“What’s wrong?” you query, following a sip of the tangy fluid. You twist to give your friend your full attention.

“We’re outta charcoal,” comes his simple reply, eyes screwed shut with irritation.

You gnaw on your lip, looking down at the cool, brown bottle in your hand, its condensation dotting your sundress. “I can go get some more,” you suggest, perking up.

Sanemi pops an eye open to ingest you in his violet hue. Averts his gaze, sheepishly scratching his temple. “You don’t have to do that, crazy.” His vision flashes back to the table adorned with several trays of meat. “Everything’s pretty much done ‘cept the dogs.”

You pout. Lurch forward into Sanemi's personal bubble, puppy dog eyes in full effect. You reach for his bony wrist, and he reels back, utterly repulsed perturbed. “Everything but the hotdogs? Nemi, that’s the only reason I even come to these things!” Half true. You show up to fellowship, fawn over Kyojuro’s muscles, and make memories with your friends. But you’ll be damned if you don’t leave with a couple dogs filling your belly.

“Get the fuck off me, weirdo!” Sanemi growls. Tears himself from the patio furniture, ruffling his hair. You do not miss the subtle pink dusting his cheeks before he swiftly turns away. Your lips quirk the barest bit. He’s adorable when he thinks he’s being cool. "Do whatever you want. Just lemme know if you go out for some, and I'll CashApp ya’.” With that, Sanemi saunters away, heading for the grill with a hand in his pocket.

“I’m going!” you call to his retreating back.

“I will join you,” drifts a syrupy voice from over your shoulder, a shiver wracking your spine. You whip around, nearly bumping noses with the center of your ruminations. Gold and orange shades hijack your vision. As warmth scurries up your neck, you scramble back, a hand clutched over your pounding heart. When did he even…

“What’s with everyone trying to give me a heart attack today?”

He fills your ears with vivid laughter. Brings a slice of half-chewed melon to your lips, watching your mouth expectantly through curtained lashes. If not for the toothy grin he casts your way, you’d think he was trying to seduce you. You caution a nibble. Its luscious liquid cruises down your chin, slithering towards the rim of your dress. Kyojuro’s eyes flit southward in pursuit of it. Darken into a mysterious shade of honey whilst they dip into your cleavage.  

Kyojuro blinks rapidly as if dislodging himself from a trance. Sits back coolly, draping an arm across the sofa behind. “Shall I drive?” he raises, munching away at what remains of the watermelon. You rip your gaze away, clearing anxiety and phlegm from your throat.

You are not flustered, thank you very much.

“Sure," you say with a shrug of your shoulders and a guarded smile. “We should go now before the store closes, though. It is the Fourth, after all.”

—

It’s 6:20 P.M. when you both roll into the convenience store’s parking lot.

“Crap,” you shout, throwing the door of his Challenger open, “they’re going to close in like ten minutes!”

“Best to get inside quickly, then,” the blond counters. Kyojuro's long strides carry him out in front of you. His shoulder blades ripple beneath the thin material of his shirt. The pitiful cloth does little to mask the strength of his body, honed by years of Kendo and soccer. You feel saliva pooling in your gullet whilst you quicken your pace to keep up with hi—    

“Ow!” A hiss rends itself from your mouth. You glare down at your accursed foot where a sharp pain tore through your ankle like lightning.

Kyojuro slows down, tossing his ochre gaze over his shoulder. Concern swims in his wiry brows as he swivels around to face you. “Are you alright?” he queries, rushing to your side. Grasps your shoulder with a scorching hand that makes you dizzy.

“I’m alright.” You shrug out of his hold, hiding your flustered face behind your hair. “Just been on my feet all day at work.”

The blond chortles, standing akimbo. Playfully chides, “this is what you get for choosing form over function.”

You scoff. Couple it with rolled eyes and upturned lips. “Mind your business. I’ll be cute if I want to.”

“Tell that to your feet.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just…don’t wait up for me.” You waggle your hand dismissively. “Go inside. I’ll catch u—HUP!”

The world tilts and wooshes, and your breath abandons you in a sharp yelp. You behold your friend with wide eyes, petrified in his burly embrace. The initial shock peters out, and you instinctively circle his neck with your arms whilst he cradles you like a bride, setting course for the convenience store’s entrance.

“Since you wish to act like a child, I shall treat you as one.” Mirth settles atop his features, and it is infectious. You snort despite the anxiety filling your limbs. Battle with an impulse to pepper his throat with kisses. The heat rolling off his body fills yours to the brim, your eyelids drooping. You're compelled to nuzzle into the crook of his shoulder. To ingest the earthy scent of his body. Its aroma is a potent mixture of scorched cedar and citrus, and it always makes your head spin.

You’re bereft of his embrace when he gently settles you into a shopping cart. Eyes blinking frantically, you sputter, “Kyo, what—”

“Well, it is better than walking, is it not?” His amused gaze flits to yours whilst he pushes the buggy. “Besides,” Kyojuro continues, scanning the aisles, “you enjoy being babied.”

You shrink into yourself. Curl your knees into your chest, watching haughtily as various signs and shelves pass. So what if you do? It’s not like it happens often, what with your nonexistent love life. Might as well enjoy the attention while you can.

“Not a baby. But I want Bomb Pops before we leave.”

The chuckle that follows tugs a smile onto your face.

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[writingbymoonlight]

first date (fail?)

ft.: timeskip atsumu x reader

word count: ~1.1k

“When can I take the blindfold off?” you sigh, as you warily permit the professional setter to guide you down a slightly uneven path.

“You have a very cute pouty face, ya know that, right?” Atsumu chuckles, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. “We’re almost there, I promise.”

You playfully groan in response yet say nothing more. All you know is that Atsumu had driven the two of you to a park. However, the second he turned off his car’s engine, he insisted that you put a blindfold on because he wanted to surprise you. 

Sure, you know that Miya Atsumu can be a dummy at times, but you trusted him. It wasn’t like he was going to let you trip and fall. Or allow you to run into a tree. Or get both of you lost. Well, you hope so, at least.

After a few more minutes of blindly stumbling around, Atsumu suddenly halts and proudly announces, “Okay, we’re here! Keep your blindfold on, though! And no peeking!”

You oblige the blond’s command and, as you do so, you can hear Atsumu moving around as he…does something.

Soon, your date declares, “You can take the blindfold off now, Y/N.”

You slip the piece of cloth off your face and are instantly a little taken aback by the sight in front of you: on a patch of green space there is a checkered picnic blanket with a wicker basket resting on top of it. Beside the basket, there are plates piled high with onigiri, freshly cut fruit and a selection of your favorite beverages. A lot of care was evidently put into setting this up and the way everything is arranged is absolutely picturesque. 

“Wow…” you trail off, not sure how to finish your sentence because you are so impressed by the scene before you.

“Surprised?” Atsumu cheekily questions as he takes your hand once more and motions for you to take a seat on the blanket. “Didn’t I tell you that I would make sure this was the best first date ever?”

“That you did,” you admit as you roll your eyes at his cockiness. After he plops down beside you, you finally take in your surroundings. You had been to this park several times, but had never come across this specific area. It is certainly very pretty: a few trees and colorful wildflowers scattered about, a nice breeze ruffling your hair and not another soul around. “How did you find this place?”

“I found it by accident during one of my morning runs a few months ago,” he starts explaining. “I decided to explore the park and just randomly ended up here. I’ve never seen anyone else around here, so it’s become the place I stop at to cool down after my runs. It’s actually really peaceful, so I thought it would be nice to share my special spot with ya.”

Part of you is tempted to teasingly ask Atsumu whether this was something he said to everyone he brings here on a date, but you stop yourself from uttering these words. Perhaps it’s because of the way he is giving you a heartfelt smile instead of his signature lazy smirk. Maybe it’s because he is staring at you so fondly with his warm, chocolate brown eyes. Something about this moment makes you believe that Atsumu is being a hundred percent genuine.

And the notion of him viewing you as someone worthy of sharing his special spot with causes your heart to skip a beat and your cheeks to warm. Mercifully, Atsumu doesn’t notice your reddened face as he occupies himself with taking off the plastic wrapping that is protecting the onigiri. 

(You are later informed about the amount of assistance Atsumu received to ensure this picnic was a success. He begged his twin to help make some onigiri, which Osamu begrudgingly agreed to. Kita had come to visit him in Osaka a few days ago and he brought a wide variety of fruit with him. His former captain also showed him how to cut the fruit into fun shapes, like stars and hearts. Then, Atsumu had asked your mutual friend, Aran, what your favorite drinks are, and he proceeded to buy as many as could fit in the wicker basket.)

The date is very pleasant as you and the volleyball player eat, drink and talk. Prior to the date, you had known Atsumu to be an extremely talented player who came off as a tad overconfident and seemed to have a knack for annoying others. As you converse, though, he begins letting his walls down and you commence to see a whole new side of him. 

You learn that despite their constant bickering, he has a close relationship with his brother and that he perceives Osamu as someone he can always rely on during his times of need. You learn more about how he came to be enamored with volleyball. You learn that he is a hard-working and loyal setter who sees it as his duty to be perfect and precise on the court, so that his fellow MSBY Black Jackal teammates can score points. You learn that Atsumu is actually a ridiculous goofball that makes you laugh until your sides hurt. 

You also share a lot about yourself, such as details about your family, your career, your aspirations, etc. and as you speak, Atsumu attentively listens and tries to commit every detail to memory.

Because you two are so focused on each other and your conversation, you don’t notice the ominous dark grey clouds gradually accumulating in the sky above until you feel a couple water droplets fall upon your heads. And within the blink of an eye, the few drops of water turn into a torrential downpour. 

“Crap!” Atsumu exclaims as he helps you up and you both hastily stuff everything into the wicker basket before sprinting towards the covering of a tree. 

You stand together in silence for a bit, completely and thoroughly drenched, watching the once peaceful scene turn into a mixture of wet grass and mud. 

“So…I take it you didn’t check the weather forecast for today?”

Atsumu scratches the back of his head bashfully and avoids your gaze as he quickly and quietly mutters, “I may have forgotten to do that.”

You let out a small chuckle because you’ve never seen the blond so embarrassed, and you find it kind of endearing. Still, you feel bad that Atsumu’s plans for the perfect first date were thwarted, so you remark, “You know getting caught in the rain is pretty romantic.”

This causes Atsumu to raise an eyebrow at you and reply with, “Ya think so?” 

“Definitely.”

“Huh,” he says pensively then asks, “Do you know what else is romantic?”

“What?”

“Kissing in the rain.”

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[a-writer-on-elm-street]

You Have To Let Me Try

PART 1

Pairing: Eddie x Fem!Reader

Summary: You go after Dustin and Eddie in the Upside Down, only to find that Eddie's been hurt...

[Part 2] [Part 3]

A/N: So this will actually be a three-parter. I'll be posting part 2 tomorrow.

Time seemed to stop as you stood there, taking in the scene. There were demobats scattered across the ground. And Eddie was in the centre of it all, Dustin desperately clinging to his shoulders as he knelt on the ground beside him. You came after them to make sure they were okay. And you were too late.

You slowly walked towards them, your heart squeezing in your chest. When you finally saw Eddie clearly, you struggled to keep it together. There was so much blood. You didn't know what to do.

"I just need a minute, okay?" You heard Eddie choke out as Dustin attempted to lift him off the ground.

He listened and proceeded to just sit with him. Eddie was smiling. Smiling at a time like this. No. You couldn't just stand there. You couldn't do nothing.

Before you were even able to form a plan, you were rushing over to him, your trembling hands lightly sweeping over his body to examine the injuries. "Oh god." You said in a shaky voice.

"(y/n)? What...what are you doing here?" Eddie spluttered.

"I...I had to....I couldn't leave you." You could barely string a single thought together as you continued to stare down at his wounds. "We...we have to...do something...we-"

"I can't move him, (y/n)." Dustin said, his voice coming out just as broken as yours.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to think. What is there that you could do? There was no way you'd be able to get him back to the trailer. But you couldn't just leave him here.

"(y/n)?" You heard Dustin say, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Okay." You said, taking a heavy breath. "I uh...I think I once read somewhere...that you uh...that if you put someone in the recovery position, then it...it clears their airway."

"What about everything else?"

"I don't know." You muttered, before making the decision to remove your jacket. "We can stop the bleeding."

You had no idea what you were doing. All you knew was that you had to stop him choking on his blood and somehow stop the bleeding too. You quickly balled your jacket up in your hands before pressing it to the wound on Eddie's right side, causing him to hiss in pain. "I'm sorry."

You and Dustin then managed to roll him over onto his side.

"(y/n)." You heard Eddie mumble. "You gotta know...there's no way I'm getting outta here. Just...stop puttin' yourself through hell tryna save me."

"You have to let me try!" You shouted, tears beginning to prick your eyes as you looked down at him. "I can't...I can't leave you...I-"

"I know, but you're not getting me back through the gate like this."

"We can try." You couldn't even look at him now. If you did, you knew you'd fall apart. And you were barely holding it together as it was.

You felt like your chest was going to collapse as you sat there, helpless. Eddie was right, there was no way you'd get him through the gate. But you didn't want to give up, not yet. There had to be another way.

"You're pretty badass...ya know." Eddie suddenly said, smiling.

You let out a humourless laugh. "Yeah, so badass that I'm sitting here doing nothing while you're probably bleeding out right in front of me."

"It's okay."

"No it's not." You said, no longer able to hold the tears back. "It's not okay. Nothing is okay."

"Dustin?!" Someone suddenly yelled. You turned to see who it was, and it was Steve, who was now rushing over to you. "Dustin!"

"Steve!" Dustin called back, getting up to meet him.

You turned to tell Eddie that you might actually be able to get him help now, but his eyes were closed. "Eddie?" You shook him slightly to wake him up, but it wasn't working. "Eddie. Come on...Eddie!"

He wasn't waking up and you were growing more panicked by the second. "He's not breathing! Oh my god, he...he's not breathing. Eddie, please. Eddie."

You couldn't breathe as your hands desperately clung to his face. "Somebody help! Please...he's not breathing...oh god." You choked, unable to stop the tears from falling.

Steve was at your side in seconds, helping you lift Eddie off the ground. "It's okay, we'll get him to a hospital." He tried to assure you, but you could tell even he didn't believe that.

You almost collapsed on your way back to the trailer. But you couldn't stop. There was no time. Nancy and Robin had already gone back through and once everybody else started going through the gate, everything seemed to go by in a blur.

Steve helped get Eddie through to the other side. And then you were on your way to the hospital. But you weren't sure how any of this would ever be okay again. The hospital wouldn't be able to help. No one would. Eddie wasn't going to come back from this.

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[oh-saints]

MISS YOU

everyone's been saying long distance relationship sucks. but no one tells freja how much harder it is when your boyfriend is a high-profile footballer playing for real madrid.

martin odegaard x press!OC

word count: 2k

tw: not beta-read and spanish by gtranslate. other than that, none except martin being the best boyfriend

note: a little bonus bcs arsenal finally won against liverpool with martin being the centre of the attacks so he deserves this as much as we do, no?

“hola, mi amor,” it didn’t even take freja a second to relax into her favourite sound in the world; it was why she called him in the beginning. she felt like her head could explode anytime soon without hearing it. “esta bien?”

“para nada,” she sighed deeply, tears swelling up at the back of her eyelid but she held it in, not wanting to add more worry to his life. “i miss you so much, martin.”

“ya tambien, querida. ya tambien…” although they weren’t on a video call, freja knew martin had somehow sensed her breakdown over the line. “you know i can always come and visit you anytime. you just have to say the word.”

that was, in fact, true.

being in a long-distance relationship between madrid and london was never going to be an easy feat, they had known that from the get-go. they were doing everything in their power to make it bearable for both of them because let’s be honest, having a footballer with unusual schedule of working as your boyfriend took the difficulty level to a whole new level.

despite the reality of playing regular football not going martin’s way so far, freja insisted to be the one flying in and out of the capital of spain every chance she got—mostly twice a month—knowing martin could be called to play for the first team anytime. besides, martin missing a training session could significantly jeopardize everything he’s worked hard for, she didn’t want to put more pressure to his shoulder.

freja chuckled to lighten the mood. “if i have you here, all to myself, i don’t think i can send you back to madrid.”

“what if i don’t want you to send me back?”

when you work around the creative world, you’d know for a fact that you won’t have a specific, fixed timeline of work. all you know is the deadline of an event, and being in the fantastic media team for london fashion week means you’d give up almost all of your day off when christmas day and new year’s coming closer, in order to make sure the biggest weekend of london fashion scene went well covered—all three; pre, during, and post event.

if freja wasn’t buried between her editing tools, she’d be stuck in a meeting room, brainstorming all the idea to increase the attention and engagement around london fashion week. she could only thank god she wasn’t in the press team, or else she’d break her neck and bones running about literally everywhere to cover the whole event—red carpets, inside scoops of attending guests, after parties, and so on…

only when the government publicly announced they’d take the extreme measures for the covid outbreak, did freja have the chance to breathe in the fresh air of freedom from endless media works, albeit harbouring a tang of sadness for the sole fact that all of her hard work so far wouldn’t be showcased for the entire world to see.

but had it not for the emergency break pulled, freja wouldn’t have had the chance to look at the latest news, including but not limited to football’s biggest day of the month; winter transfer window deadline.

Real Madrid’s Martin Ødegaard in talk to join Arsenal on loan!

no way.

freja had only been speaking to martin last night over the phone, her talking about the nation-wide lockdown frenzy in the UK and him talking about his usual daily routine while coping with the same unfortunate pandemic in spain. he didn’t mention anything about being offered another loan deal, nor was any change in circumstances under zidane. ever since coming back home from his spell from real sociedad, the president of real madrid was reluctant to let him go to another club again, knowing the potent he could bring to the enemy team if he left but zidane considered him a player not suitable for his style of management. nothing unusual, really.

maybe because it’s still in discussion… freja calmed herself down.

she was feeling all sorts of things, good and bad, and it was giving her headache already. she was excited they’d be in the same city again if the deal passed through, of course, but she was also frustrated at the thought martin had to go on another loan instead of bagging some game time—they promised him that much, should he return to the club after a stellar season in real sociedad. for god’s sake, he could’ve been highlighting the young player award somewhere instead of being hindered in development by his own club.

she wanted to see him succeed in real madrid, she really did. he believed—and she knew—he had what it took to break through the scene, not everyone was called to their national team before they turned 16. and with the way real madrid always put up an adamant fight every time another club asked for martin’s signature on a permanent contract, she was quite positive about it.

was being the operative word here, now. almost seven years in, and no signs of martin playing regular team. not even as a benchwarmer.

as much as freja wanted him all for herself—knowing they were both the happiest last year when martin was playing week in and out for real sociedad and freja was working for the local tourism campaign—she didn’t want to get her hopes high this time, for the expectation always kills.

martin will tell when things get seriously serious, right?

are you seriously joining arsenal?

or at least, considering it?

freja sent the text without hoping immediate reply. considering the current time in madrid, she predicted martin would only see her text after he was done with training and everything entitled to it. she’d get the reply sometimes around dinner time here, that was being the earliest, so she decided to soak in the rare benefit of having a week off by picking up the books she’d bought but never had the chance to read them yet.

“¿dónde estás? are you outside?”

“yeah, i need to stock up some necessities,” freja answered over her airpods as she shoved all of her necessities to the shopping bag. “you know, with the lockdown around the corner and all. are you done for the day?”

“i hope you stock my favourite cereals,” and freja froze on her place. could it be…? “so you won’t forget about my little habits while we’re apart.”

freja released the breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

“i hate that i can’t see you for god knows how long this time,” freja smiled bittersweetly at that, the feeling was mutual on her side of the house. she wished she could’ve watched his expression when he said that, though. martin must’ve pulled out a pout that reminded her of olaf from the frozen series. “ya te extraño mucho, amor mio.”

“yo también siento lo mismo, martin,” oh, fuck london and its weather… freja cursed deep down. it was fine less than an hour ago and the weather forecast didn’t say anything about snow today. almost half a year in this unpredictable weather and freja still didn’t learn her lesson, now she had to brave the cold with only her casual loungewear of sweater and legging. “it’s such a shame that i didn’t have time to book a flight back to madrid before the government halts all flight.”

“i can always fly you out, remember?”

“and have the private jet all to myself?” freja screeched, both at the lonely thought and at the feeling snow falling against her legs. “no, thanks! but babe, i’ll call you later, yeah? it’s suddenly snowing here.”

“you really should’ve worn something warmer, kjære. you’ll catch a cold if you pull on thin layers like that,” if the first sentence wasn’t enough to stop freja’s steps, the second surely did. “i thought i could trust you looking after yourself.”

“how do you know what i’m wearing?”

“because i’ve been standing here and waiting for you to come out,” freja jumped at the extra clothes being draped over herself from behind. turning around and there he was, in flesh and blood, his golden locks looking unbelievably good in contrast to the white snow. “i’m starting to feel cold, too, you know?”

gone was the intense frost stinging her skin—heck, her brain went into malfunction as soon as martin showed up in front of her. she wanted to hug him immediately but was thinking this was some sort of delirium—was she suffering hypothermia already? her tongue was ticklish with so many questions of how directed to her boyfriend but her tear glands were so close to shedding tears of happiness.

“cat got your tongue somewhere, darling?” martin laughed at the endearing sight of his girlfriend going into an overwhelmed mode—a rare one, at that as well, knowing well that his girlfriend was one of those people who always had something to say in return. “am i not getting a hug? or are you not pleased i’m here?”

“how—” martin could see she was still digesting the reality that was closer to her dream, in one way or another, by the way those lovely eyes kept blinking rapidly. “i don’t get it. what are you doing here?”

martin’s smile widened at her speechless state. “why, can’t i see my girlfriend? i thought you missed me?”

“i do, i really do! don’t get me wrong,” freja shook her head in disbelief. “but what about your trainings? you’re not going on a strike, are you? because i don’t want perez to have my head—”

“i accepted arsenal’s proposal to be closer to you but you want me stay in madrid instead?”

“well, you said it yourself—wait, what?”

martin couldn’t help but laugh uncontrollably at his girlfriend’s shocked expression. freja was one of those people who is rarely fazed by anything that comes her way, probably the biggest reason why martin loves being around her at the first place. none of the whole ‘real madrid’s most valuable gem’ status the media plastered on him got into her head. to have her in this state was amusing to him that he went straight to embrace her first, instead of freja’s usual initiation for skin ship.

“it’s a done deal, i’m doing the whole medical and media duty tomorrow,” martin breathed against her hair, this time in relief because he could finally let the cat out of the bag. it’d been pretty hard to lay it low, especially to surprise your girlfriend, with whom you share very much everything on daily basis. “i want you to know this from me first, instead of the media.”

freja pulled away from martin’s grasp, to scan through his face for any sign of deception. “you’re staying here?”

“how else am i supposed to play every weekend if i’m not staying here?” martin chuckled at his girlfriend’s antics, so cute he just wanted to mash those cheeks of her—which was exactly what he did. it was a wonder how he survived almost six months deprived of his daily stress-reliever ball when all he wanted to have her snuggled close in his arms every day she was away. “i hope you have a spare room in your flat.”

freja couldn’t help herself any longer at the feeling of martin’s hands on her cheeks, she stood up on her toes to kiss the one thing she could call her home. his coat be damned, she was becoming warm all over the body from the excitement and happiness bubbling up inside of her, threatening to explode if martin hadn’t sealed her lips from squealing by reciprocating her kiss.

“oh, shut it, olaf,” martin laughed at his girlfriend’s unique moniker for him and freja could only come back to claim his lips once more because good lord, that was the laugh she fell in love with. one she hadn’t had the privilege to hear live for the past six months due to the distance and due to the pressure their respective occupations gave them. “as if we haven’t shared a bed together.”

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