#and I kept thinking oh I don't find this scary though. I'm not scared of houses.

[kayforpay]

#kay talks a lot #sorry to share twitter here but I'm still thinking about that dream #goths and queens ONLY preps and bears dni #goth queens get to sit up front #I've been eating kimchi noodles recently and I sincerely think it's changing my brain chemistry w the weird dreams I keep having #last weird dream was a cinematic of a typical haunted house full of horrors #and I kept thinking oh I don't find this scary though. I'm not scared of houses.

[neoarchipelago]

And they were roommates (Part 10)

A/N : God... part 10 already! i am so so scared to post this chapter i'm torn to be in between this is good and this is trash so... be merciful!

Warnings: VIOLENCE! BLOOD! GRAPHIC !

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The realization kept spinning in your brain. He was darkends. He had been so close to you from the beginning. Fuck he knew you before you started working on the damn mission! 

"I… Don't understand… you moved in before I started working on this…" you questioned. 

He sent you a look in the rear view mirror. 

"Correct. The mission had started before they asked you to join. I was supposed to simply make sure they were failing. Infiltrating the base, keeping undercover, ruining your search and probably send you on a wrong path." He explained. 

You watched through the car window, trying to figure out where he was taking you. 

While you started thinking about some way to escape, your mind quickly stopped on your connected watch. 

"But then I met you. Such a pretty girl." 

The praise made you nauseous. He watched the road as you started preparing your move on your watch. 

"You started working on the mission and fuck" he chuckled. "You became even more interesting!" He cheered. 

You kept clicking on your watch, sending your location to your contacts. All of them because you weren't exactly paying attention. 

While you were working on your laptop in the hideout, while you kept passing over and over the events that almost got you killed, you had decided to prepare a little safety net. You hacked your connected watch, creating a locking system that would send your live location to contacts of choice. You thanked your past self. 

"You were so bright, so smart, you managed to fully counter my attacks or find every little thing I tried to hide. Your mind… fascinated me." He kept obsessing. 

You could have been flattered if this wasn't said by a psychopath stalker trying to kidnap you. You were loosening the strap of your watch taking it off. You let it fall on the floor making sure to hide the small watch in your pocket. 

"So you decided to try to kill me ?! That makes no fucking sense Peter! If that's even your real name!" You raged. Fuck your throat right now. 

"Oh it is. It's not Hansen though. I didn't try to kill you. You were so sad when I met you… remember?" He spoke in an angrier tone. 

You were trying to figure something out, some way to escape even if you had to jump out of the car. 

"Because of that dickhead." 

"Don't call him that!" You yelled. 

"Shut up!" He roared. 

You were taken aback. It was the first time he actually yelled at you.

"That fucking asshole left you broken. And then he comes back and you let yourself be manipulated by him! You were meant to be fucking MINE." 

You felt your skin crawl. He was turning completely mad. And you were feeling the panic grow. 

"You and me…. Can you think about it? How we'd be the most powerful couple ever? We'd be Bonnie and Clyde…" 

"They fucking died…" you noted. 

"Such a smart mouth. You're lucky I also like that about you." He threatened. 

You bit your lip. Now wasn't the moment to be a smart ass. 

"So yeah. I got jealous. I thought maybe I could make you realize he wouldn't keep you safe. And then I'd propose to be your bodyguard and you know, make you fall for me… make you realize how good we'd be together." He kept explaining. 

You were finally understanding where he was headed. To one of the bases exit. He was trying to take you out of the base. 

"You won't be able to take me far. Even if you leave the base." You said. 

"Don't worry. I have friends waiting for us." He smirked. 

You swallowed hard. 

"What are you going to do with me…" that scary question was the only thing in your mind now. 

"That'll depend on you." 

The way he said it scared you horribly. It was terrifying. 

The tension was broken by your phone ringing. Price was calling you. 

"Go on birdie. Answer. Put it on speakerphone and give. It."

You obeyed, although unwillingly. 

"Sparrow, where are you?!" 

He sent a look in the rearview mirror for you to answer. 

"I'm in the car with Hansen." 

"Are you alright?! We found Soap." 

"Is he alright?!" You worried immediately. 

"He's ok. He said Hansen injected him with something." 

"What?! What the fuck did you do! You said you didn't hurt him!" You yelled, making Price aware of the listener. 

"I didn't. I simply tranquilized him. He took a nap." He laughed. 

"Hansen. What's going on?!" Laswell roared. 

"I'm simply taking what belongs to me." He spoke matter of factly. 

"What are you talking about?" 

"My birdie." 

Silence fell on the call. You knew she had understood. She knew the truth. 

"You won't be able to leave this base, I can assure you that." She said. 

"Ah don't worry. I'll manage. Where's the other disguised idiot? Hand him over. I want to speak to him." 

You closed your eyes. No. This was going to be horrible. You were absolutely shocked to hear Price laugh. You opened your eyes wide, a look of confusion on your face. 

"He's already gone. He got in his Jeep and is hunting you down." 

You saw Peter visibly pale. 

"He doesn't even know who you really are. You hurt his friend. You stole his bunny. You're already fucking dead." 

Peter grabbed the phone in a fury, opening his window and throwing it out. You gasped out loud. 

"Hey!" You scolded. 

"Don't try me!" He threatened again. 

You were getting dangerously close to the exit. You couldn't let him bring you out of base. You couldn't.  The idea of jumping out of the car finally settled in your mind when a glimpse of a vehicle to the left made your head turn. You had very little time to process what was happening when the impact made your seatbelt block. A military car had driven right into the car you were in at full speed, aiming for the driver's seat. 

Both cars were now at a stop, your head ringing. You were hyperventilating, now watching Gaz and Konig stepping out of the car and aiming their guns at Peter. He immediately made the car roar, trying to drive away when a second impact made you shake again. You yelled this time. Peter's car was stuck in between two big ones. You had to get out now, you had to make a run for it. 

Your blood ran cold when you saw Peter reach for his own gun. No nononoo.. FUCK. 

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE CAR!" Soap's voice roared. 

Soap… fuck. They were here. They were here. 

You pushed the seatbelt, finally freeing yourself and opening the car door. 

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE BITCH!" Peter Screamed. 

Konig appeared in a flash, grabbing Peter's shirt through the window, taking his attention from you. In another flash a black shadow passed over the hood of the car pushing Konig away and throwing the driver's side door open. 

"Simon!" You let out in between a yelp and a whine. 

He wasn't listening. He had a knife in his hand. He cut through the seatbelt like butter. He grabbed Peter's gun, throwing it somewhere on the ground. He very roughly pulled Peter out. 

You were frozen in place. Your mind was trying to process what was happening. Everything was happening so fast… Your car door opened, making you jump. 

"Y/N!" 

You cried. You let out a broken exhale and you cried. 

"Johnny…" 

"You're ok! You're ok! We're here!" He smiled, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you out. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck. He was ok. He was fine. God, you felt so guilty. He got hurt because of you. If he had been killed-

"I'm ok! I'm ok… breathe. We need to get you out of here!" He soothed. 

"It's darkends!" You let out loud in between cries. 

He froze. He immediately turned to the rest of the team, catching Gaz's eyes as he wasn't too far. 

"HE'S THE HACKER!" Gaz repeated in a yell.

You looked at Ghost who had Peter pinned against the car, arms behind his back. As soon as it clicked in his brain, he threw Peter to the ground and jumped on him. Your eyes widened. 

You pushed by Soap, surprising him enough to give you a chance to run around the car to keep the fighting men into view. 

"Y/N NO!" You heard him reprimand.

You froze at the sight, Ghost was on top of Peter repeatedly punching him in the face, blood coating his hand. 

Soap caught you as Ghost reached for his firearm, pointing it at Peter's head. It took a second. No hesitation.

"DON'T LOO-" 

The gunshot made you jump. Soap's voice lost in the sound. Your ears ringing. 

It's funny how your brain fixates on the little things during shocking moments. For you it was the little splashes of blood on his mask. You could see them as Simon noticed you, wide eyed. 

That's all you could take in before Soap made you forcefully turn around. 

"BLOODY HELL Y/N" he screamed worriedly.

You tried to catch your breath. More cars came rushing. You could hear Price and Laswell's voices. It was over. He was gone. Darkends… Peter. He was dead. Your were safe. You were shocked. And what terrified you wasn't the fact that Simon just executed him in front of you. He clearly didn't mean to show you such a horrible thing. You knew it. He had tried to shield you from the sight by pushing Peter to the ground. No. What terrified you was how grateful you were that he did it. That he killed him. 

The thought was horrible. But Peter was dead. And you were glad he was. Because that man, who helped human traffickers, drug dealers and other horrible people, had used people to get to you, had tried to kill you and kidnapped you. 

"Hey hey hey!" 

You blinked, finally falling back into reality. Kate was looking at you, features torn in worry. Her hands on your cheeks. You took a deep breath. 

"Are you alright?!" 

You nodded. 

"I… I'm fine. It's… over" you stumbled over your words. 

She held you, her arms now wrapping around your shoulders. Price was behind her, talking to Soap. You could clearly understand Soap explaining how you had witnessed Ghost kill Peter. The shock in Ghost's eyes flashed in your mind. No! Fuck! 

You couldn't be sure but he was probably feeling horrible having done that in front of you. He probably thought you hated him, that you thought horribly of him. 

You pushed Kate off of you. 

"Simon…" you called. 

"Y/N-" she tried.

"I want Simon!" Your voice broke as another cry escaped your lips. 

You needed him. You fucking needed him. You wanted him to hold you. And never fucking let you go. You felt vulnerable. The whole situation, the whole fallback of emotions made you want to be wrapped into his arms.

"Y/N." Price approached. "Not now. You need to leave this place." 

You were going to interrupt him. But he kept trying to reason you. 

"He needs to calm down-" 

"No!" You screamed, you've never heard this desperation in your voice before.

Soap looked divided. But as he looked at you, the way you were begging him through your gaze, he made up his mind. 

"LT!" He called. 

Price and Laswell turned to him furious. 

Your breath quickened. You weren't leaving without him. Fuck. You'd leave with him.

Price turned back to face you this time looking behind you. 

"Simon-" he started. 

But too late you had already turned around. Fucking hell. He looked absolutely nightmarish. His full black tactical clothes, his skull mask bloodied. His black hood casting a shadow on it. Even like that you could see pupils blown out. 

You must be insane. You must have gone completely mad. Because all you could see was his eyes. All you could notice was how hard he was breathing, how his shoulders were incredibly tense. 

Yes. Everyone must have thought you had gone completely insane. Because you ran to him, wrapping your arms around his waist burying your face in his chest. It took him a second before wrapping his arms around you. 

"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry… fuck… I'm sorry…" he chanted repeatedly. 

He held you tightly. You could hear Laswell and Price barking orders. But you blocked it out. You needed this. You needed to be in his arms. He saved you again. He rushed to come to you. 

"I'm sorry…" he let out again. 

"Simon" 

He stopped, looking at you directly, awaiting orders. As if your every word was a command. 

"Take me away…Please... Take me out of here…" You asked. 

He didn't hesitate. He held your hand, pulling you with him towards Price. 

"Price!" He roared, capturing the man's attention. "I'm taking her out of here!" 

He nodded, throwing him his keys. 

"Take her to the hideout!" Price ordered. 

You would have preferred to go home but your home had been trashed… it wasn't the best idea.

He held your hand as he pulled you to the passenger seat, making sure to block your view of the mess behind him. 

"Close your eyes…" he ordered softly. 

"But-"

"Please. Fuck. Bunny, please." He pleaded. 

So you did. You closed your eyes. You heard the car door open. You trusted him as led you in, sitting you and buckling you up. You kept your eyes closed as he closed the door and until his opened. Even then and until you were rolling away, you kept them closed. 

"You can open them now…" he softly let out. 

You batted your eyes, adjusting back to the light. You turned to him. His grip on the steering wheel was rough. 

"Simon…" you called. 

He flinched but didn't look at you. He was clearly speeding. Very clearly. 

"Simon!" You whined. 

"We're almost there. Please." 

You took a deep breath, Falling silent. 

"You did good…" 

You almost thought you imagined it. 

"I.. did?" You asked. 

"Yes. You did so good. Sending me your location. Being brave. You did good." 

The praise was oddly comforting. 

You had managed to arrive at the hideout in a crazy time frame. You both walked out. You were slightly calmer even if your heart still played drums in your chest. You walked to the front door, two soldiers standing in front of it. You walked in, Ghost behind you. The door closed, leaving you both finally alone to face the inevitable. 

After several seconds he spoke. 

"I'll tell the men to keep guard. Laswell should be joining you soon." 

You looked, appalled, as he turned to leave. 

"You're leaving?" 

For the second time, you didn't recognize the heartbroken tone in your own voice. He was running away. He didn't want to face you.

He looked at you immediately, worry in his eyes. 

"You… Want me to stay?" He asked in dismay. 

"Yes.. please… you're the only one I want to stay with…" you admitted. 

He looked completely lost. You wanted to make him understand how badly he mattered to you. That you found a peace in his violence that was insane. Unreal.

"I. Just executed someone, in front of you." He started, fully turning to you. "I will never fucking forgive myself for it" 

"You don't have to! I ran to you! You tried to hide it!" You knew where this was going. You could feel it. 

"You should have been taken away right away! I should have ordered Soap to do it! You didn't deserve it- " 

"I RAN TO YOU! " You cried out. Your poor throat reminding you that it was a terrible idea. 

You were both out of breath. He was slipping away from you… he was slipping through your fingers every second that passed he was pulling himself away from your embrace. He was trying to break everything, trying to save you from himself. He didn't seem to understand that you needed to drown in him.

"Don't…" you desperately asked. 

"Don't what…" he asked in a hopeless tone. 

"Don't do that to me… Simon please…" you wanted to cry. You wanted him to feel how helpless you were feeling. How much you loved him. How much you needed him. 

"Don't walk away from me…" your tear stained face begged. 

He closed his eyes. 

"I'm a fucking monster." 

"No. You're Simon!" You stepped closer to him as he opened his eyes. 

"You're lieutenant Simon Ghost Riley!!" You captured his clothed face in your hands. 

"You're my Simon ghost Riley…" you whispered. "Please… tell me you're not giving up on me… please… tell me I'm yours too…" 

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you incredibly close. 

"Are you not scared of me?" He asked in a breath. 

"No…" you answered. 

"Don't you hate me? Despise me?" 

"Never.." 

"You're fucking crazy." He concluded. 

You giggled bittersweetly. 

"You make me crazy…" 

"I am a monster." 

"Simon-" 

"I am. You should find better. You would be happier…" 

"I want my monster. I want all of him, I only feel safe and important with him…" 

He choked on a breath. 

"You wanted an answer." He started. 

You frowned a bit in confusion. 

"You wanted me to make up my mind. To tell you." He explained. 

You finally understood. Yes. You had asked him. You held your breath. 

"I want you in my life. Fuck you're all I want in my life. Tell me you want to be mine… I swear I'll never fucking leave you… I'll be as loyal as a dog, I swear I'll do everything to make you happy." He pleaded in a dark tone that contrasted heavily with the vow he was preaching. 

"Simon." You called making him look at you in the eyes. "I'm already yours." 

His hand left your waist to lift his mask up to his nose. Your breath hitched, time slowing when his lips fell on yours. You felt dizzy. His lips against yours in a desperate kiss to ground you both to each other. His soft tongue pleading access to more, that you willingly admitted, your own craving of more, of him, burning through you. The world disappeared. You had read this many times in books. You had never thought you would ever get to a point where you finally understood it. 

He groaned against you, you wrapped your hands around his neck. He lifted you up, sitting you on the table. You spread your legs, trapping him in between and pulling him closer. You were addicted. Absolutely lost. He kissed you like you were the only reason he'd ever inhale and exhale again. Desperately. His taste on your tongue was something you wanted to imprint in your mind forever.

You almost pitied the fact that you had to breathe when you separated to catch your breaths. He remained there. His forehead touching yours. You remained eyes closed. 

The atmosphere had entirely changed. It was as if you weren't being kidnapped thirty minutes ago. 

"Simon… don't leave…" you begged in a murmur. 

"Never." 

The night had fallen very quickly. Laswell had indeed passed by. She was relieved you were fine. She also fully understood that you needed time and decided to leave you two alone for a few days. The day had been terribly long. Horribly. You and Simon didn't let go of each other for hours, even dining with you sitting on his lap. Poor man hadn't even changed when it was finally time to go to bed. 

"Hey… bunny…" he called softly. 

You shook your head, knowing what he wanted to say. 

"Bunny come on… I need to change… you're gonna get dirty." 

"Don't care…" 

He chuckled. He sounded relieved. 

"Y/N, I promise .. I hop in the shower and I come to bed with you if you want. It'll take five minutes, I swear." He tried to convince you. 

You didn't want to let him go. But you understood he probably wanted to wash away all reminders of what happened. You nodded against his neck. He walked to the bed and softly dropped you. He grabbed Reaper from the ground. 

"Here doll, your plushie."

"Reaper…" you corrected him. 

He chuckled. Taking out his gloves, he let one of his thumbs run over your cheeks, brushing your hair away.

"I'll be right back." 

He was already ripping off his tactical gear as he walked out. You had time to catch a glimpse of his back, various bruises and scars, more or less recent painted it. It made you want to follow him and kiss every single one of them. Maybe it was too much… everything that was happening was confusing but fuck at the moment you couldn't care less. 

He had kept his promise, around 5 minutes after, he was back in the room, a towel around his midsection. 

Your breath caught in your throat. 

You sat in the bed. He was wearing a new balaclava. 

"Simon…" you called. 

You watched the bruises and cuts on his chest with a worried look. He stepped closer to you, grabbing your chin in one hand softly. 

"Hey. Eyes up." 

You obeyed.

"It's nothing. It's just a scratch. Alright?" 

You whined. 

"Shu-huhu…" he soothed. 

Fuck… your mind was a fucking blurr. You weren't drunk this time. But the adoration, the heart eyes were back. 

"It's nothing, little one…" 

You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch. 

"Fuck…" he cursed under his breath.

You opened them back slowly. 

"Turn around love, let me just grab some pants." 

You blushed, nodding. You turned around facing the wall. You heard him open his bag that he had brought into your room earlier. A few seconds later you felt the bed dent. You glanced back as he slipped under the covers with you. His arms immediately wrapped around you, pulling you to his chest. 

You both sighed at the same time. 

"Simon…" you called. 

"Yes bunny…" 

"Thank you for coming to save me…" you let out in a whisper.

"Darling… I will always come for you." He whispered in your ear. 

"I'm so glad it's over" 

"I'm glad too…" 

You smiled. 

"Let's sleep, little bunny… It's late." 

You whined a bit. 

"I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. " 

You closed your eyes at that. The warmth and the comfort of his arms and body pulled you  to sleep. 

The two next days felt out of reality. Laswell didn't contact you and the rest of the squad didn't pass by. It was only the two of you. And you couldn't let go of each other. Especially Simon. You didn't fully understand what was happening. You honestly didn't care. A silent agreement stood between you two that nothing mattered. No questions on the relation, no questions on behavior, nothing. 

You just basked in each other's presence. 

That night, you tried to get up to go to the bathroom. After close negotiations he had unwrapped his arms from you. You went to the bathroom, glanced at his dirty gear on the ground, and tried to put it in the washing machine. Tried. Because he had already crawled out of bed to find you.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"I'm just putting this in the washer for-" 

"Forget about that…" 

He picked you up bridal style. 

"S-simon…" you blushed. 

"Fuck that. Come back to bed." 

And you did. Not getting out of bed before 11 am the next day. 

You had shared brunch. He stood behind you, hands over your stomach and face in your neck while you washed the dishes in his shirt. Then he pulled you to him making you follow him on the couch where you both laid down, a blanket over you, some tv show on screen. 

When you went back to bed that night, you made the mistake of stepping inside your bedroom without him. 

"Where are you going?" He asked. 

"Oh.. hum… I thought you might want to rest without having me annoying you…" 

He had stepped closer to you, incredibly close. 

"One more night… please…" he whispered. 

"Anything…" you whispered back, gladly pulling him after you. 

It calmed down for a bit the next day. You were able to walk around the house without having Simon attached to you or running to pick you up to immobilize you against him. Though none of this bothered you, you tried to focus a bit on what happened. You also tried to buy a new phone. Even like that, he made you sit on the couch in between his legs, with your laptop on your lap. 

He was watching TV, fingertips drawing circles on your naked thighs. You had first cursed yourself for wearing PJ shorts, and then had lost all track of your search for a new device, leaning back against him. 

On the third day, things seemed to fall back into your old ways. Playful, kind, sweet. Again a silent contract linked you both, as if the two last days were yours to keep. It was a moment needed for the both of you, after a painful time. You still put off a serious conversation about your new relationship to a later time. 

The boys were finally allowed to pass by. Soap and Gaz had immediately hugged you. 

"Little Sparrow!" Soap cheered. 

You hugged them back. 

Konig was also here and even though you didn't know him well, you couldn't stop yourself from hugging him. He saved you too. 

"Thank you konig." 

He had rubbed the back of his head, giggling. 

Price had held you in his arms for a little while before planting a kiss in your hair and stepping back. 

You all sat in the small living room space. Simon was still very possessive and made you sit in his lap on the ground, hands wrapped tightly around your waist. 

"Thank you everyone. For keeping me safe and saving me. And… I'm so sorry johnny…" 

"No no! Don't worry. I've gone through much worse. I'm the one who should be apologizing. I fucked up…" 

You shook your head. 

"No… we were all under pressure… no one suspected him." 

"I did." Interrupted Simon. 

You smiled. 

"Yeah… you did…" 

You could see the boys looking at each other, obviously a question on their mind. The burning question. Soap felt the bravest.

"Soo… what's this?" Soap asked changing subject and pointing repeatedly in between the both of you. 

You blushed heavily. Soap's grin growing. 

"She's my girlfriend." 

You were? Fuck. 

"Am I?" You asked, looking at him. "You never asked" You teased. 

"I asked you to be mine. You said you were. So, mine." He stated without a worry in the world. 

The boys laughed and you nestled closer to him. You spent the rest of the day hanging out together, finally at peace. 

In the next few days you met with Laswell. A few things had to be resolved. Your room needed a makeover. You wanted darkends's devices to gather information. 

"We'll keep his devices but you can't have them now. You need some time away from all of this." 

You had rolled your eyes but deep down you agreed. This had been a close call. Way too close. She had told you she would keep you informed about the apartment so for now you remained in the hideout with Simon. The boys passing by very often. 

You had been very happily shopping, the military giving you a huge amount of money as reparation for almost being killed in their care. You had bought new components for a brand new PC, a new phone, clothes and other things. One thing that you seemed to absolutely love doing was asking Simon's opinion on everything. 

"Simon, do you like this shirt?" 

"You'll look adorable in it." He kissed your forehead. 

You even used this new hobby to tease him. 

"What do you think of this skirt?" You smiled innocently. 

It had entirely backfired. 

"If you promise to wear no panties with it, it'll become my favorite piece of clothing." He growled.

You had blushed and thrown him a pillow. 

Some moments of serious talk had also been present. 

"You know I'm doing something dangerous… it could put you in danger… Are you sure you want to be with me?" He asked. 

"Simon I don't need to date you to be in danger. I'm the one who keeps getting attacked and almost killed, you're the one who should be having second thoughts!" 

The Best moments were the ones where He would steal kisses from you whenever he could. He'd stare at you from afar, making blush. He'd always stare into your eyes, asking for permission to kiss you. As if you needed to ever say it out loud to him.  Sometimes it would heat up very fast, but he would always stop. Much to both of your frustrations. 

But you did have this conversation. He had wanted to, and asked to take things slowly. He wanted you to be sure of things before heading to more. 

You had wanted to go spend some money at the shopping center, asking him to come with you. He had politely declined, offering to call Soap, Konig and Gaz to go with you. Shopping wasn't particularly his favorite thing to do. He sat on the couch, legs spread, a file in hand, looking down at you. The sight was particularly comical yet extremely exciting. You had dropped to your knees in between his to get his attention, he had immediately tensed. He looked at you like he wanted to devour you. You kept asking for him to come with you, he'd decline, his voice deepening more and more each time. 

"Y/N. Get up." He ordered. 

"Please… Simon come with me shopping…" you whined again, biting your lip. 

It was obvious. So obvious. But he played through, adoring the sight before him. 

It had been interrupted by Price and Soap walking in. You remained on the floor, now turning your head to Soap. 

"Soap! Ghost won't come with me…" 

"Try taking his pants off, it's easier to cu-" 

You had blushed heavily. Price tried his best not to laugh. You had never seen a man run so fast in his life. You had gotten up, after ghost had gotten up as well , walking out the door behind Soap. Price had finally laughed, you were heavily embarrassed but you had won, thanks to Soap. 

Today Simon was particularly quiet. He walked around, stealing kisses and touches every now and then. You were writing on your laptop, some things about darkends needed to be reported for the full file. Laswell had told you it wasn't urgent, but you wanted to finish it. You were also getting annoyed. The tiny place was starting to get on your nerves. You wanted to go back home. 

It was an antagonizing thought as you also were uncomfortable going back in that space. It felt different. Peter had been there. You had opened your door to him and he had broken in and trashed your stuff. You had talked about it with Simon, about your anxiousness. He had understood and tried to comfort you. 

So here you were, sitting in the small, now crowded space with everyone. Laswell, price and squad 141 including Konig. 

"Sparrow, ghost told me about your thoughts on your apartment." 

You sighed. Of course he did. You looked at him as he looked at you with a soft expression. 

"So we came up with something and I'd like to ask you if you'd be alright with it." 

You were now visibly curious. Price took the lead after Laswell. 

"Until we can find a new and better way to keep you safe, we thought about moving you closer to the base. Some place you'd feel safer." 

"What are you saying?" You asked. 

"There's a house in a residential area, very close to the base that's free. It's a family house so it's quite big." Laswell explained. 

"And we're all moving in with you guys!" Soap cheered, interrupting her, Gaz nodding. 

"It's temporary, it doesn't have to be permanent. It's an option, after everything that happened." Price added.

You looked at Ghost with a smile on your face, brows rising. 

"You accepted this?" You asked, a hint of a laugh in your voice. 

"It's safer if we're all there. I can't always be with you… and maybe you'll feel better in a new environment." He explained. 

You had mixed feelings. It sounded fun. But you'd have less privacy with Simon. You had started to accept them as a family. And after everything that happened it was perhaps best. 

"Alright… let's do that." 

#simon riley x y/n #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley smut #cod modern warfare #price cod #gaz cod #cod mw2 #ghost cod #kyle gaz garrick #konig cod #captain price #john price #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish #fanfics #fanfiction #fanfic

[strawberry-cowmilk]

Reaction to mc saying she's pregnant? Like they had NO idea. It's their child, maybe she hide it with magic or something and they generally couldn't tell, if that is okay! It's okay if not,

I just think it's a cute conecpt, like just pretend barbs doesn't look into the future,

Again it's okay is not! No pressure,

Wolf !

Hi, wolf! Of course it's okay! I hope you like it

they find out mc is pregnant after hiding it

-> brothers and side characters x mc (no luke)

mc's gender is not mentioned, but is pregnant, not proof read (somebody lmk if the tag is wrong)

content warnings: pregnancy, mild angst

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Lucifer

he's a little offended (??) hurt (??) that you hid it from him, were you afraid of his reaction or was he scary?

regardless, lucifer loves both you and the child to death from the moment he finds out they exist

he's going to take great care of you (though he might come off as a little overprotective)

if you are standing up for a minute too long he will let you sit down

Mammon

oh no, you were play fighting just yesterday, did he accidentally hurt you or the baby?

when those worries ebb away, mammon is so happy he's telling everyone at rad about it

yes he's sad you hid it for a long time but the happiness is way stronger than the hurt

'mc I'm gonna go to the mall to get baby's first gold bar' 'mammon the baby isn't even born yet-'

Leviathan

of course you hid it for a long time, imagine you're the child and you find out your dad is a gross otaku

you're gonna have to calm him down

it takes levi a while to warm up to the idea, but when he does he's really excited for his baby

he's going to want to read tsl to your stomach as a bedtime story (if the baby is a boy he wants to name him henry too)

Satan

satan is kind of in denial, if you were pregnant he would have known right? why didn't you say something?

he's never thought about being a father, he needs a moment to let it sink and do research on babies

but he warms up to the idea eventually, and he'll be the softest you've ever seen

satan got little children's books and those cute music boxes for when the baby comes

Asmodeus

out of everyone, asmo would me the most upset you tried to hide it

but he loves you and the baby so he forgives you soon

asmo might not know how to be a father at first, but he's willing to learn and raise the baby with you

plus he's going to want one of those maternity photoshoots, but if you don't it's okay

Beelzebub

yes he's not happy you kept it from him but baby :))

beel would do anything to make you and them happy

he's really worried you're going to get hurt though, if you're cooking together beel does not let you pick up a spatula or get close to the stove

also beel loves to hug your stomach, it's basically what he does every night now

Belphegor

he's not happy about it at first because he honestly did not want a child

but seeing you pregnant, realising you'd make a great parent, it changed his mind

belphie gets the best pillows and blankets so you can be comfortable while sleeping

if the baby is keeping you awake belphie will try to calm them down

Diavolo

he understands why you hid it from him, imagine getting pregnant with the demon prince's child- oh no are you scared?

it doesn't matter whether you are actually scared or not, diavolo will take his time to show you all is well, he's really happy to welcome his child

he took a picture of you and your cute baby bump, made it his ddd wallpaper and stares at it when he doesn't want to work

Barbatos

it took him by surprise, but barbatos can adapt quickly

he's really happy to be having a baby with you, he's ready to give you anything you need to make the pregnancy easier

do you want tea, a massage or something else? barbatos has got you

he can't wait to meet his baby, he doesn't want to use his powers and spoil it for himself

Simeon

...so that's why you could eat solomon's soup last week without getting sick

he forgives you for hiding it, surely you had a good reason

simeon loves the baby so much he sings lullabies he used to sing to luke for them already, this man's face physically softens every time he sees the baby bump

but really, maybe you should stay away from food that randomly appears in the fridge that simeon didn't make

Solomon

he's a little upset but that's okay, in all his years he's never felt this happy

he can't wait to hold his little baby for the first time

being a human too, solomon knows plenty of stuff about human pregnancy so that's great

'simeon why are you stopping me I'm just going to offer mc a sandwich I made'

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me swd #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #beelzebub obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #belphegor obey me #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #tw pregnancy #afab!mc

[animasola86]

Kinktober: A Filthy Fantasy (2/2)

Notes: Thank you again to the lovely @amberlide – who graciously gave me the detailed outline of this little story and inspired me so much! Thank you for sharing your idea and letting me turn it into whatever this is. I hope I could do your idea somewhat justice! (And I'm sorry if I didn't >_>) --- (Here is Part 1.)

And I've ticked even more boxes for @kinktober2023, beware!

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader x Ominis Gaunt

Genre: Smut // Words: 4.6k // [READ ON AO3]

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! cnc/rape fantasy. bondage. sensory deprivation. threesome. oral/vaginal (f!receiving), anal (f!+m!receiving). Dominis/Subastian.

Synopsis: After that fantasy you talked about came to pass a little unexpectedly, you find yourself in a Slytherin sandwich.

Warning: Three heads are better than one. Or something like that. Technically it's two heads that come to play here, so beware: there be smut below!

-- read Part 1 here --

A Filthy Fantasy (2/2)

The table you found yourself tied to was moving back and forth, pushed rhythmically from either side by powerful thrusts of hips – and eerily enough, you could tell who was doing what to you by now, no matter how often they would switch. By this point you were a writhing mess, covered in cum and saliva, and despite your fucked-out state, you were wondering how it had come to this.

It had started with an idea, a filthy fantasy, that you had forgotten about. Luckily your eager boyfriend had been happy to remind you and had snatched you off the streets of Hogsmeade to play out a scenario he had planted in your head about losing control, where tied to a chair and being blindfolded and at the mercy of a stranger was supposed to be sexy and scary at the same time.

It had taken you a lot of convincing until you were finally at the more or less sexy stage of this play. After he had hung you to the ceiling, ripped your clothes off, teased you with just enough touches (and a knife) to keep your mind occupied, until he had put you stomach-first on a table, forced your legs open, put a plug up your butt and fucked you completely senseless. Oh and don't forget the snake he had successfully tried to scare you with, he... or his best friend.

You remembered very clearly now that having another person in this room with him was not part of the initial plan. And yet here you were, ankles and wrists tied to the legs of the table as they both approached either side of your body. You couldn't see them and they didn't say anything, but you knew they were there. You felt one pair of hands on your hips and then suddenly there was another, much more hesitant hand on your chin lifting your head up.

While their intentions seemed rather straight-forward, you kept thinking back why Sebastian would invite Ominis to this little scene. Racking your brain, you tried to remember if you ever mentioned that little crush you had on his best friend back in your fifth year. You probably had and even though it had slipped your mind because you stopped thinking about the blond boy the moment your heart was lost to the brunette, it seemed that Sebastian's memory was impeccable.

But why would he get him involved in this?

Before you could ask yourself more questions you did not have any answers to, you felt something hard pressing against your wet folds. At this point you were quivering badly, the anticipation alone causing your slick to drip to the dirty floor below you. Your pathetic noises filled the room and unlike the last time he had taken you in this position, you were ready and wanted it and needed it, that unresolved tension in your stomach hurting more than anything he could do to you now.

He seemed to sense your eagerness and didn't wait at all as he drove his length into your tight channel, coaxing a moan out of you that was immediately silenced as you felt the tip of another cock pressing against your lips. As much as you had anticipated and somewhat imagined it, feeling and sensing and tasting it so close was highly overwhelming for you. You'd only ever had Sebastian fill you up and you were very familiar with the shape and feel of his cock, but this one felt so different and that alone seemed to spike your need for it.

Before he could do anything, you had already closed your lips around his tip and tried to suck him in deeper into your mouth. And when you heard that little moan echoing down to you, you were absolutely sure it was Ominis, even doing primal noises you'd recognize his sophisticated voice anywhere. You almost chuckled against his heated skin at the thought. Though that moment of amusement quickly disappeared as he started pushing his length all the way to the back of your throat, the grip of his fingers on your chin tightening.

You gasped and tried not to gag around him, but as Sebastian started falling into a rapid rhythm behind you, almost slamming your entire body forwards, you were practically forced right against the blond boy's groin, squirming and whimpering as you felt him press into your throat. You felt him stepping back and releasing you, giving you a tiny moment to catch your breath as you coughed and sputtered, but not enough to fully relax as he grabbed your chin and forced his tip past your lips again, holding your head up to push in deeper.

With both boys assaulting your body from both sides at the same time, you were quickly overwhelmed and barely able to breathe, yet somehow they seemed to fall into a rhythm, one would push and the other retreat and then vice versa and your body would be pushed up and down the table, until it was the table that moved over the dirty floor, creaking and squeaking as you would whimper and squeal.

And again they would drive you to heights you could almost grasp at, desperately trying to reach, but before you could, you felt them both pull out, leaving your mouth covered in saliva and precum and your cunt quivering with your wetness bubbling out helplessly. You'd hear their footsteps and before you could realize it, they had switched.

A warm, not at all hesitant hand grabbed your chin and forced your head up before you felt a more familiar cock push past your lips. Your whimper turned into a moan as you felt two delicate hands on your waist before they not so delicately pulled your body onto an eager cock that drove itself almost seamlessly deep into your clenching channel and immediately prodded at your cervix, causing ripples of goosebumps to wash over your limbs.

Despite the clouded state of your mind and the tremors rushing through you, you couldn't help but compare the two cocks currently assaulting you. What Ominis' seemed to lack in girth, he made up in length as it didn't seem to take him much to keep hitting that sweet spot all the way inside you with almost precise snaps of his hips. Sebastian's however filled your mouth with all he had and when he forced his tip into your throat, you felt him shuddering at the tightness.

You gagged around him, helplessly writhing on the table, unable to convey your discomfort in any way with your arms and legs tied to the table. All you could do was whimper and groan against him and eventually he complied and pulled back, allowing you to splutter and cough, as you took panicked breaths. He even caressed your hair gently for a moment, before he went right back into his role, grabbed your hair and forced his cock back into your mouth.

Whimpering with tears spilling past your blindfold, you gave in, trying to focus on your clenching walls instead, and indeed, suddenly, completely unexpected (even though long desired) you felt the tension inside your stomach snap and explode into tiny little pieces of light as your release washed over you, tightening your grip on the cock still slamming into you that suddenly halted and a somewhat pained groan rang in your ears.

There was a pause, even though you didn't really care as you embraced that sensation of pleasure for as long as you could, because you knew it was a rare thing to have in this situation, and you felt a jerk rushing through the body connected to the cock in your mouth – and no second later, you felt a powerful thrust pushing right against your cervix, blinding you with another explosion of bliss as you felt the other boy painting your walls with his seed, groaning deeply as he gripped your waist and shuddered against you.

You shivered, unable and unwilling to squirm as you took it all, and you didn't even notice how both of them stepped away from you once more, only when you felt and tasted a cum dripping cock pushing onto your tongue, you realized they had switched again. Almost automatically you flicked and swirled your tongue around the agitated tip, licking and sucking him clean and dry, while your quivering cunt was filled once again, pushed to its limit with more powerful thrusts.

Breathing loudly through your nose, you kept your lips strained around the throbbing length in your mouth, swallowing around him as saliva and more cum filled you to the point that you were barely able to hold it in any longer. The table scratched over the floor and pushed you firmer against the blond, as the brunette behind you picked up his pace, his deep grunts telling you that he was close as well.

He held onto your hip with one hand as you felt his other moving to your long forgotten and neglected clit and as soon as he touched the throbbing bundle of nerves, you squealed against the cock in your mouth and squirmed against the table, and together with his rough rubbing motions and the rapid thrusts you were driven into that blissful void once more, your moans and whimpers barely audible with how stuffed you were.

You felt your walls clenching tightly around him and he growled in response, increasing his tempo until he slammed into you with such a force the entire table shook and pushed against the boy standing on the other side, who grabbed your hair in support, coaxing even more noises out of you as his length slipped deeper into your throat. Your breath literally hitched and the sensation of it all pushed you right over the edge into what you could only describe as oblivion.

You barely registered how Sebastian filled you up with his seed now, mixing with Ominis', coating your insides in a thick layer of cum as he groaned with every twitch of his cock as your walls assisted in squeezing and milking every last drop out of him. The pressure on your throat lessened then and you found your mouth unoccupied again, spit and cum dripping down your chin as you took deep, shuddering breaths.

Your mind was too clouded to hear the hushed voices behind you, yet when someone pulled at the object in your ass that you had almost forgotten about, you gasped and a cold shiver rushed down your spine, bringing you back slightly. You felt a finger circling that tight ring of muscles and you squirmed tiredly, whimpering softly. Your throat hurt and was barely able to produce sounds any more and you almost knew it wouldn't manage to form words either, so instead of protesting, you just let it happen – whatever was happening.

Something cool and wet rushed over your heated skin and eager fingers massaged your rear, kneading your flesh, and then two thumbs pushed at your other hole, coaxing a strangled sound out of you as they carefully pulled it apart. You felt your walls clenching as your cunt quivered below, either happy for the break or disturbed about the attention now focusing on your ass.

You heard a groan and the thumbs halted their movements on your sensitive skin as you felt a body pushed closer between your legs, the sudden movement sending a ripple of goosebumps over your limbs.

“What are you doing?” you heard Sebastian's strained voice behind you, low and hushed, turned away from you.

“What I told you,” Ominis replied equally quiet and you couldn't help but hear an undertone in his voice you hadn't heard before. Something dark and sinister.

“That wasn't –”

“Yes, it was,” he interrupted the other boy harshly. “Anything I say, remember?”

There was a pause, then a grunt of approval. You were so invested in hearing those familiar voices while you still tried to calm your heart and breaths, that you were absolutely not prepared for what happened next. Your body was pushed forwards and your mouth fell open as a silent noise of both surprise and pain tried to push through your sore throat. Nothing prepared you for the tight pressure as you felt the tip of a cock forcing its way past that violently clenching ring of muscles.

You wailed soundlessly, pushing your head into the hard surface of the table, your hands gripping its legs so tightly you could feel your fingernails digging into the wood. A pained grunt accompanied your own noises of discomfort and you felt two hands holding onto your waist tightly as the tremors of another body pushed into yours. As he slipped deeper into your other hole, a sensation you never wanted to experience, he folded his body over yours, trying to ease the movement by slipping a hand back down to your cunt, but no touch could ease the pain you felt at the unfamiliar intrusion.

Silent tears soaked into your blindfold as he rested his entire body on your back, his hands moving up to grab and caress your face as you felt his lips on your ear, soothing you with low hums. He kissed your cheek and his words caused you to gasp softly.

“You and me both, love,” Sebastian said quietly, his voice strained and unusually tense, and for a moment you wondered about the meaning of his words, before he groaned into your ear as another force pushed you both over the table.

You felt his pain because it was yours as he pressed in deeper, burying himself in that tight space, and as he didn't move at all against you, you slowly realized that it must be Ominis who –

The image of the blond boy standing behind the brunette who was bent over just like you burned itself into your mind and the sheer fantasy of it caused your cunt to quiver some more. You couldn't even describe it, but the idea of being so connected with both boys (well that should have been Sebastian's thought as he was the one in the middle) made your legs twitch in a sort of pleasure that felt deranged and extremely arousing at the same time.

You weren't given the chance to think about it more as you felt Ominis pushing against (and probably into) Sebastian and in the wake of that move, Sebastian pressed harder into you. Your combined moans rang in your ear, the sensation so overwhelming it started to numb your senses for a moment. That rhythm continued until it turned into the rapid slapping of skin against skin against skin as they started to move in unison, and with you being the last element of this whole ordeal you could only moan and whimper and hope the table wouldn't break under the impact of those slamming hips.

At one point, Sebastian would lean back, the loss of his warm body on yours making you shiver, and put his hands on your hips as you heard him grunt and growl and moan and gasp behind you while you barely heard Ominis' noises who seemed too concentrated to guide you both to heights none of you had ever experienced.

You wished then that you could see the exertion and pain and pleasure on Sebastian's face – only a fair exchange for all the things he had done to you today. At the same time you wanted to comfort him, share the pain because you did share it already, hold him and caress him and wipe the sweat off his forehead. But alas, you couldn't, you were still the victim tied to the table, blindfolded and robbed of all control – and you could only hope it would end soon.

There was no pleasure on the horizon for you, you just knew it, despite the attempts of your body to adjust to the strange intrusion, but somehow you didn't need it. This wasn't about you any more. You remembered his words then, all those weeks ago on the couch in the Undercroft, and suddenly you realized that it had indeed been his filthiest fantasy he had tried and succeeded to convince you to do because now he was at the mercy of somebody else, he was losing control and it seemed to arouse him a lot more than it aroused you.

And that thought turned you on more than his cock pushing in and out of your ass. You wanted him to reach his release so badly, not for it to end necessarily, but for him to feel good about himself as well. Even if it had taken him a while, he had managed to coax one or two or three orgasms out of you, and it was only fair if he experienced the same.

You didn't know if it would work, but you tried to clench your insides, any muscle that could be clenched, trying to squeeze him even more as you worked your backside against him. You heard him groan deeper and louder and you knew the louder he got, the closer he was. Whimpering through your own pain, you pushed your hips upwards slightly and he only gripped them tighter, pulling and pushing them against him until you felt him shuddering against you.

Instead of burying himself as deeply as possible, he pulled out slightly then and you felt him throbbing around your tight skin as he pumped his seed into you, the warmth of it not quite soothing the burning sensation the constant friction had left in you.

Without warning he fell onto your back then, knocking any air out of your lungs as you gasped and screamed breathlessly when he drove himself deeper once more, his own groans loud in your ear as he tried to scramble to lean on his elbows, easing the weight on you as you felt his body pushing against yours rapidly, the force standing behind him slamming into him roughly. Holding your breath, you turned your head slightly, blindly leaning in until your lips brushed against his cheek.

He cradled your head between his hands as he kissed you softly, or at least tried to as the thrusts that shook both of you pushed you over the table and away from each other's mouth every time. As his breaths became erratic, you felt him removing your blindfold and after you squinted and blinked several times, you felt nothing but pure relief when you finally saw his face next to you. A tired smile tugged at your trembling lips and he only pushed his mouth onto yours, moaning softly into you as the tremors rocked both of your bodies.

He leaned his cheek against yours as he gave himself to whatever happened behind him. The movements halted then, aside from a few deep shudders vibrating through you, you felt him buried deep within your tight space, the warmth and texture of his seed soothing your insides, and only then did you hear a loud groan coming from the blond boy who was usually too reserved to even sneeze too loudly. Despite your pain and discomfort and overall exhaustion you had to stifle a laugh at the thought.

You saw Sebastian crack open an eye as he noticed the shaking of your shoulders and he raised an eyebrow, his heavy breaths hot on your wet skin. You just pressed your lips together and shook your head. Behind you, you could see Ominis shifting and seeing the boy on top of you shuddering one more time, you could only imagine that he was undoing their connection. You heard him inhale deeply, then his footsteps walking around the table.

When you looked up at him, you saw him getting dressed again, his cheeks flushed and his usually immaculate hair slightly dishevelled – and you were glad he couldn't see the state you were in, which must be way, way worse. His pale eyes flickered through the room unseeing, before he cleared his throat.

“Well, uh, happy birthday, and I hope for both of your sakes that we will never talk about this ever again!” he said stiffly and then proceeded to leave through the door.

You stared after him in confusion, before your eyes moved to the boy still lying on top of you, smirking at you. “Happy birthday?”

He leaned closer and kissed your cheek. “Yes, happy birthday, love, did you like your surprise?”

With a chuckle shaking through your sore body, you pressed your forehead into the table. “You can't be serious...”

“Deadly serious,” he whispered and leaned up then, the motion causing you to gasp in pain as he shifted inside you. “You'd be even more surprised that it didn't take quite as much convincing to make Ominis help as you might have expected. He was... rather eager.”

You raised your eyebrows and turned your head as far as you could as you watched him out of the corner of your eye. “Really? I wonder why that is...” you grinned at him and witnessed him blushing even more. In response he slapped your ass cheek, coaxing a shriek out of you, before he pulled out of you in a more or less swift motion that made you grit your teeth. You felt his seed dripping past your clenching muscles.

Meeting your gaze with an almost shy smile, he then bent down to untie your ankles, before he walked around the table and did the same to your wrists. As he gently lifted you off the table and onto his arms, you inhaled deeply, trying to ignore the sorry state of your body.

“I must look horrible,” you whispered and started wiping at your cheeks and mouth, before he stopped you by pushing his lips against your damp forehead.

“You're beautiful,” he said quietly, his eyes boring into yours, adding another layer of red to your flushed face. “Especially when you're covered in cum,” he added and you growled in indignation.

“It's not all yours, you know?” you snapped back once you were past the initial embarrassment. “Never thought you'd be okay with that.”

“Well,” he said sheepishly and shifted you in his arms, luckily not setting you down on the hard table because you just knew you wouldn't be able to sit comfortably. “It was for a good cause, wasn't it? And sometimes certain things come with a little bit of sacrifice.”

You scoffed loudly and snuggled against him, one arm lazily draped around his neck. “So, how did that sacrifice feel for you?”

He winced visibly at your words and avoided your eyes for a moment, before he leaned down and kissed your cheek, trying to hide the blush on his. “Let's just say, I am sorry for forcing you to do it. Had I known –”

You stopped him by grabbing his chin and tilting it towards you. Meeting his surprised gaze, you smirked at him. “Let's not talk about that any more, okay?” you whispered and shifted a little in his grasp as your body fought against your desire to forget about the ordeals you went through. He nodded and leaned in to kiss you gently. You stroked his cheek. “I also have the feeling that Ominis is the one who got the most out of this little endeavour...”

“I suppose so,” he admitted with a chuckle. “But trust me, I enjoyed myself as well... to a certain point,” he added quietly, before his gaze turned more serious. “You didn't, right? At all?”

You licked your lips and tilted your head, thinking about it. “Well, a little. A lot when I had the attention of two boys at once, that was... interesting, to say the least,” you said with a sly twinkle in your eyes. “But before and after that, well, it was an experience, to say the least.”

“You don't hate me for it?” he asked, genuine concern washing over his features.

You smiled at him. “I might have in-between, but I don't any more, don't worry,” you whispered and pressed your lips to the corner of his mouth. He didn't seem convinced and slightly hurt at your honesty. You grabbed his face and kissed him deeper. “Trust me, despite it all, I still love you with every single fibre of my hurting body!”

He watched you for a long while, before a smirk tugged at his lips. “I'm glad,” he whispered. “And I love you too, despite all the horrible things I did to this beautiful body of yours...”

You chuckled softly and leaned against him. “I know...”

Sebastian kissed your forehead with a loud exhale and carried you to the other side of the room, where he slowly and gently put you to the ground. Your feet hit the dirty floor and you still held onto him firmly because you didn't trust the strength of your trembling legs. You didn't even think about your other aches.

“By the way,” you said as you watched him rummage through the pile of clothes on a nearby crate before he retrieved his wand. “What happened to that snake?”

He looked at you with a frown, before he grinned. “Safe and sound in one of Ominis' pockets I'd assume. You know that was my idea and I'm not so sure he liked it very much. He's very protective of his little pets...”

“You know that I hate snakes, right?” you then told him as you watched him moving his wand over your soiled body, gently cleaning the mess caked to your skin.

He halted his movements and frowned deeper. “I know now,” he said, sounding genuinely concerned. “I'm sorry, I thought... with you dating a Slytherin and all...”

You laughed, having had the same thought. “Well, you are not a snake, you know? I don't mind pictures of them, but having them so close to me, moving over my body like that,” you stopped and shivered visibly. “No, thank you.”

He caressed your cheek gently and smiled softly. “Good to know,” he said quietly and leaned over you to kiss the top of your head before he continued cleaning you up. “I'll also assume you won't like to experience anything like this ever again, correct?” he asked, almost a little hesitant.

You watched him, biting your lip. “Well, I can't say I don't like surprises,” you admitted eventually, turning around as he focused on your backside. “But, you know, as long as I don't end up in damp basements any more, I'm okay with... well, learning new things.”

As soon as you finished talking, he had grabbed your shoulders and spun you around quickly, before you found yourself pressed against his chest, gasping for air. “That's why you are the best girlfriend I could ever imagine!” he whispered happily into your ear as he hugged you tightly.

You embraced him back gingerly, inhaling deeply. “Yeah, let's see how much you like me tomorrow when I'll whine and complain to you about how much my bum hurts!”

His laugh echoed through the room and filled your aching body with a warmth that almost eased your unwavering discomfort. Almost. “Let it all out, love, that's what I'm here for.” His hand moved down your back then and teased between your ass cheeks. You flinched and squirmed in his embrace. “That and pushing you to your limits, over and over again!” he purred and moved his fingers down the curve of your body until he grabbed your quivering cunt, ready to make you feel good again.

You groaned and gave up fighting against him as a chuckle escaped you. “You're insufferable...” you mumbled against him.

“And you love it!”

He did have a point.

End notes:

THE BIRTHDAY THING: I have two theories about that and as I couldn't fit in both and couldn't decide which one was better, I left it out and so maybe that's why you're confused about the Happy Birthday stuff. Well, lemme tell you: 1) It was not reader's birthday and Sebastian told Ominis that it was to convince him to join them, and 2) it was reader's birthday and they forgot about it and both Seb and Ominis had planned it long enough and that is why it took several weeks for that scene to play out. - I do prefer 1 tbh, sounds like a thing Sebastian would do... xD

And I know there are a lot of vague implications and I don't know if it even matters, but when Ominis says "Anything I say", he means that was his condition to join them: that Seb would do anything he said - hence, well, what happened.

So, uh, also: my first (sorta) Sebinis, Throuple, whatever you want to call that – was certainly interesting to write. I don't have Ominis in my writings often (or ever) so I was a little anxious. And to be honest: I think I did him a little dirty. He is more than Ominis "The Force" Gaunt and after re-reading that scene over and over again I feel as if the reader is mocking him, but they are not, I swear! Just surprised what cute little Ominis is capable of... Hmm, I hope that is just in my confused mind and you didn't feel too appalled by my poor rendition of him.

Oh by the way: this amazing fanart by @celerydays inspired me to write that scene like that, wish I could have gone into more details on the two boys, but alas, our protagonist was blindfolded and turned around, so no juicy details this time.

Thank you for reading my filth!

HELLO AGAIN! There is now a part 3: Aftercare!

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Kinktober submissions:

Pleasant dreams... and tentacles (somnophilia, tentacles)

It is that time again (breeding kink)

A scholar and a pervert (overstimulation, sex toys)

The horny ghost (voyeurism, masturbation, spectrophilia)

It belongs to me (deepthroating, public)

A Filthy Fantasy (1/2) (cnc, bondage, sensory deprivation, orgasm denial)

#tw: cnc #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow smut #hogwarts legacy smut #ominis gaunt smut #kinktober #sebinis #dominis #subastian #reader insert #f!reader #fem reader

[pablitogavii]

Panic

Summary: You help one of your friends who suspect she is different, but when Pablo finds the positive test in your shared bathroom, he starts to panic.

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Reader

Warnings: none :)

"Oh my God! I'm pregnant! Like actually pregnant!" Amelia said as tears fell down her cheeks and you held her hand reassuring her that she was not alone.

She was in an abusive relationship for a whole year and when she finally was determined to leave, this happens...it was valid that she was sad and helpless.

"I don't want it! He will never change! And he won't let me do an abortion...he will kill me if I even mention it.." she sobbed and you took the test leaving it on the washing machine before helping her up and taking her to the living room to calm down and drink some water.

A few days pass...

Pablo was packing for his next big match in Madrid, when he noticed the test rested on the washing machine thinking he was crazy but those two solid lines made his stomach flip.

He googled "how many lines means she is pregnant?" (ofc he did :) and seeing that it was two his jaw kept clenching as he stared at it in disbelief.

His girl was pregnant...and she didn't tell him. Why?? Is she scared of his reaction?

He heard you come home from Uni and he hid the test inside his bathroom purse before walking to the living room to meet.

"Ugh..my feet hurt so much" you say falling onto the couch before smiling wide when you noticed him at the door of your shared bedroom.

"How are you amor?" Pablo carefully asked thinking that maybe she was going to tell him now but when she just smiled saying she was alright he knew she was planning on keeping it a secret...but for how long does she think that would work?

"You sure? No sickness?" he poked and she gave him a questioning look wondering what's gotten into him all of the sudden.

"Not really...I mean yesterday morning I was s little sick " she said not really seeing the significance of this but all Pablo registered was "morning sickness" his stomach clenching.

Pablo sat down and she moved to rest her head on his shoulder and he pulled her closer gently kissing the top of her head. He was scared and no doubt shocked but even though it wasn't planned, he would never be angry with her..and would never stop loving her.

"Are you packed for tomorrow?" she said sadly and he nodded reassuring her that he will be back home before she even notices he was gone.

"Impossible Pablito...I'm gonna miss you every hour you are gone..both of us" she said and his face turned serious while she chuckled.

"Me and Pablo 2.0" she said pointing at the big bear Pablo got her for Valentine's Day to cuddle with whenever he had to travel.

"I still give better cuddles than him!" Pablo said proudly and she giggled straddling his lap and kissing his lips a few times before they hugged.

You watched a show for a few hours before it was time for bed since Pablo had to wake up early to meet his teammates and you were really tired from a long day at the Uni.

"Amor? Is there no more pickles?" you ask from the kitchen and Pablo got up walking up to you. Were you just having cravings??

"Um..yeah there are some spears in the fridge. Why?" he asked and she chuckled opening the fridge and taking the jar out.

"So I can eat some duh?"she said biting one and he felt more nervous with every passing moment...maybe if he shows that he know, she won't be scared to tell him the truth.

"You craving them?" he suggested and she just shrugged nodding her head wondering what got him so curious about her eating habits.

"Let's go to bed, mi campeon" she said putting the jar away and they left. She was sleeping peacefully while Pablo could barely stay motionless...he was going to become a dad...like it was scary but also some part of him only wanted that with you.

Barcelona won the game in Madrid and Pablo was coming back tomorrow. He couldn't really contribute much on the pitch considering that his mind was elsewhere but he was glad that didn't cost his team.

"Hola, bonita. How are you feeling? Have you been sick again?" Pablo asked on a FaceTime and you reassure him that everything was fine apart form how much you hated sleeping alone.

"Congrats on a win, my cariño. You looked a little distracted during the game, everything okay?" you ask since Pedri did tell you that Pablo was acting strange the whole trip being quiet and searching some private information online.

"Everything is fine, don't worry about me amor. I've just been a little tired lately. Can't have all games be perfect.." he said and she nodded deciding to let it go for now knowing that if something was seriously going on, Pablo would tell her about it.

On the day that he was coming back, you promised Amelia to go to the abortion center with her. She needed someone there and being her best friend you promised to be her support.

She was still having bruises barely healed form the last time baby's father 'got angry' so it was understandable why she didn't want this to be her life but it was still a difficult choice.

Pablo arrived to the Camp trying to call you numerous times but your ringer was off since you wanted to be fully present for your friend who was getting checked by the doctor.

"Dónde estás querida!?" he said to himself after leaving another voice mail and Pedri reminded him that he can use Snap Maps to pinpoint your location.

He never really does so, but you also never dodge his calls for hours..he was worried and checked to see that you were at the nearby Abortion Center.

Abortion Center..

Pablo started to panic grabbing Pedri's hand and pulling him to the parking lot before telling him to drive as fast as he could. He needed to get there on time..he needed to be there for you..to tell you that you don't have to do this because of him.

"Santa Mierda Pablito! Is she.." Pedri asked after reading the sign and Pablo just rushed out of the car without a reply yelling your name on top of his lungs.

"Ai chico, you can't be yelling! This is a hospital!" one of the older nurses said and he apologized begging her to tell him if she saw you while showing her your picture rested on his arm from his phone.

"Yeah, she went to the second floor" woman said

"Muchas gracias!" Pablo quickly said before rushing up the stairs again yelling your name and you heard him from one of the rooms when Amelia was already done.

"Go, I'm okay.." she smiled and you nodded walking outside seeing Gavi's tearful face meet yours.

"Pablo? Que pasa? What are you doing here?" you ask drying his tears afraid that something terrible happened form the way he looked like.

"Amor, I know..it's okay. I'm not angry...I know we are young, but we love each other and we will figure it all out together...I don't have to travel as much..I won't leave you hanging, I promise...just please don't let them kill our baby!" he held her waist pulling her in and she felt her heard melting despite the fact that this was all absurd.

"Pablo.." you tried to speak but he kissed to shut you up.

"I'm not pregnant Pablo!" you push him back a little having to say that since he was definitely acting crazy.

"What?? But...but your test in the bathroom..and why are you here then?" he said and you smiled shaking your head realizing that you forgot to toss away Amelia's test in all the craziness.

"I'm here with a friend..it was her test...plus you bought be tampons a few days ago because I am on my period, idiot!" you chuckled and Pablo relaxed running his hand through his hair before cheering loudly being sushed again by nurses.

"You are on your period! That's right! Oh Díos mio!" Pablo said and you laughed pulling him into a hug before raising you off your feet and twirling you around.

Amelia's mom came to pick her up and she thanked you for being there with her before you and Pablo went to Pedri's car to get home.

"Okay seriously guys! Are you pregnant or not!? Is that why you were googling baby bottles and best pacifiers online?" Pedri said the moment we came in and you burst out in laughter while Pablo blushed in embarrassment.

"I'm not pregnant. Pablito got some things mixed up Pepi..please drive us home" you say and the boy sighed turning the engine on and dropping you off in front of your apartment building.

"So you were googling baby things??" you ask while you were cuddled up in the living room by the fire drinking some chocolate milk Pablo loved so much.

"Stooop! I thought you were pregnant so I saved some ideas.." he said and you smiled kissing his cheek really feeling better that you have a man who would not leave you alone no matter the situation.

"Can I see it?" you ask and he groans pulling out his phone showing you some pictures he saved on his camera roll.

"All these are for boys? Were you expecting a son, Gavi??" you tease and he tossed the phone to the side ticking your sides before laying you down and hovering above you.

"Don't test me or I might get my son after all.." he smirked kissing your neck before both of you giggled at the whole situation.

Hope you liked it! :))

#pablo gavi icons #pablo gavi x you #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi #gavi #gavigif #pablo martín páez gavira #pablo gavira #fc barça #fc barcelona #fc barca

[stardustincarnate]

I'm Scared, Hold Me // Yoosung Kim x Reader

FEMALE READER.

SUMMARY: Watching a horror movie sounded like the perfect excuse for cuddling.

WORD COUNT: 1628 words.

GENRE: Fluff.

WARNING: Cringe nicknames. Because people in love do and say cringe stuffs. Also, possible grammatical and typographical errors ahead.

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A/N: It has been a year or two since I wrote this... ig its about time I post it. I had some obsession with Yoosung back then, hehe.

Yoosung couldn't think straight. He was nervous. He was of course very excited too, even though it wasn't the first time seeing you—but it was his first time watching a movie with you. Unsurprisingly, people like him would feel nervous due to overthinking what's going to happen between you two during the movie. Especially if it were romance... But apparently that wasn't the case. Though he badly wished it was.

You two were going to watch a horror movie. It's not like he had a choice, anyway. When you told him you preferred watching scary movies he felt something drop to his gut. Horror movies?! But.. but how could he get a chance to slip his hands through yours and lock eyes with you during the most romantic part of the movie so that you two could actually do what the protagonists were doing and—oh boy. He didn't want to disappoint you so he just acquiesced.

He was quick to open the door after you had knocked. Flustered with you jumping into his arms, he sort of malfunctioned before he returned the hug. Not too tightly as he didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable.

"I brought extra snacks for us!"

"O-Oh! But Seven already spared us a few Honey Buddha Chips and I've got some more popcorn and my mom also cooked for us.."

"Yoosung, you're forgetting one thing!"

"Oh—right!! Pizza..! How could I?!"

"Not to worry! Your knight in shining armor slash princess has brought two boxes of pizza for her baby!"

"Baby?"

"Are you not letting me come in?"

"Of course not [Y/N]! I mean—come on in!" Yoosung chuckled, nervousness evident on his tone.

Eventually the movie commenced. Initially you two were sitting with a decent space between you in the sofa but somehow before the opening credits had ended, Yoosung had found his way right beside you. And when you rested your head on his shoulder and placed your palm on his chest, he swore he had never been as red as during that day.

It was so romantic, thought he, if you were to minus the horrors currently unfolding on the monitor.

With a heap of other snacks in front of you which Yoosung had apparently forgotten existed as he was busy trying not to freak out during the first few minutes and break his manly side in front of you, you stared intently at the screen while finishing half the box of pizza.

"Oh no! Don't believe him he's just pranking you! And unknowingly putting you in danger!! Don't go in ther—oh no don't be so stupid!"

Yoosung peeled his eyes from the monitor and looked at you, a tad shocked to see you looking at him with a certain smile on your face. He was torn between thinking of it as cute or suspicious...

You giggled. "You know, the main character reminds me a lot of you."

"Eh?! But I'm not that gullible. Am I?"

"Oh, sure, chocolate milk." Yoosung shunned your gaze with his face beet red. "My cutie Yoosung." You continued, poking his cheek. He rubbed his nape and pouted, reluctantly admitting, "I guess I do find myself stumbling on pranks most of the time.. but at least now I know better not to go into an abandoned wing in case Seven tells me another one of his nonsense!"

The moment the protagonist entered the abandoned wing of the building, the door shut behind him with a loud thud. At the same time you two heard the creaking of the door.

And it wasn't part of the movie.

"Who's there?!" Yoosung squeaked and wrapped his arms around you—maybe a little too tightly—and kept on turning his head, albeit too afraid to actually look at the door.

"Yoosung, it's me!"

"Oh, mom..."

"Sorry.. I didn't interrupt anything, did I? I was just wondering if you wanted some drinks."

"Oh.. sure!"

His mother left two more bottles of soda in front of you before leaving. Once you two were alone, Yoosung realized that he didn't stop hugging you. Poor boy panicked and blushed furiously.

"I-I'm sorry [Y/N]! Did I squeeze you too hard? I'm sorry! And it's not like I was scared. Definitely not!! I just wanted to protect you in case there really was a gho—wah!! [Y/N]..!!"

There was a jumpscare. Well—it looked like one to him. Yoosung clung onto you and hid his face on your neck, his hair tickling you which made you giggle and blush furiously. You ruffled his hair and sighed fondly, "Calm down Yoosung. That's just his friend, not the ghost."

"What..?" Very slowly and reluctantly, he looked at the monitor and let out a huge sigh of relief. And just seconds later he was a fumbling mess of blushes and apologies again. "[Y/N] I'm so so sorry! Ahh.. nooo.. That wasn't very manly of me, was it? I promise to do better! It won't happen again!"

Oh, this adorable boy you so deeply loved. Sure. You grinned. But you both knew well that it was a lie, for everytime there was a scene that his brain had identified a 'jumpscare' his body would automatically attach itself into yours and he'd cover his face with his hands. Other than the crunchy munching of those Honey Buddha Chips and the sound from the movie, his squeaks filled the room.

You were having a hard time controlling your laughter. You didn't want to tease him.. Oh, poor boy! You almost took pity on your boyfriend. But to see him like that—in a state you perceived as absolutely adorable, with his hands resting on your shoulder and unintentionally squeezing them while he tried to cower behind you—really, would anyone want that moment to end? Reckon he would just have to forgive you for 'torturing' him by making him watch something that scared him to the bones. And, of course, he would forgive you for this.

Anything for you.

Although you were the one who suggested to watch a horror movie in the first place, you couldn't say that some parts didn't scare you. As it got closer to the climax, you started fidgeting your fingers, which Yoosung soon took notice. Yoosung looked at you, and a tad hesitant, he wrapped his arms around you. The tension ebbed from your body as you allowed yourself to succumb in his warm embrace. It was tentative, his hold, at first. But as moments passed and more horrors frightened the both of you, his touch eventually gave in and turned into something tight, sure, and something that felt like home, right where you belonged.

He wasn't even watching anymore. It had become a turmoil there and your occasional squeaks told him that the scene unfolding wasn't something he'd relish to see. And without heed you placed your hand above his, rubbing gently on that soft skin which caught his attention. He returned the favor and grabbed the opportunity to bring your hand underneath his—that way he could share more of his warmth with you, and that way which also allowed him to weave his fingers through yours, causing an eruption of red on both your cheeks.

"Are you okay [Y/N]?" He whispered. You looked at him—his eyes, his lips—then back to his eyes.

"I'm scared, hold me."

Yoosung was more than happy to oblige. He'd become rather bold by then. You closed your eyes as butterflies manifested themselves inside your stomach from the way he brought you sitting on his lap, his arms around your waist and his chin on your shoulder. His fingers found their way to gently comb your hair and bring them forth over your right shoulder, exposing your nape. He thought of doing it—hesitating over and over again until he gathered enough courage which spilled all over his chest, and then he was peppering your nape with the gentlest of pecks, his lips carefully grazing over your then shivering skin, the touch nothing but a lick of the wind, a flicker. The butterflies multiplied, and the heat burned your cheeks, your nape, and your ears.

The pleasant sensation contrasted starkly with the gore afoot on the screen, the turmoils unfolding in the movie. But they were paid with no heed, and in fact had been reduced into but little to no sounds by the remote which Yoosung had taken a hold of with one hand, while the other remained wrapped around your stomach, the warmth of his palm permeating your skin as he made circles with it in a careful, loving manner.

Horror movie long forgotten, you two settled on ensconcing yourselves on one another, laying on the couch, limbs interweaving, fingers interlaced.

Four words, and they were all it took for what he had been surreptitiously dreaming of and what he thought was only possible if you two had settled prior with a romance movie, to happen.

Four words, and a horror movie, and suddenly the idea of the latter wasn't so terrible anymore. Yoosung could live with that, as long as more opportunities of moments like this could present themselves before him.

Moments of you laying on his chest, delightfully humming and tracing patterns on his skin—patterns you could only see. The silence was cozy, brimming with affection. The pizza was only remembered when it was already tepid, and it took longer than it would've had been consumed if you two weren't so entangled with each other, laughing, giggling, and smiling at the sheer fact that you were placed in an intimate, comfortable position.

Yoosung smiled to himself, wishing that perhaps, even at times you aren't scared, even at the most arbitrary moments, he would get the chance to hold you like this.

Close to his heart.

Closer to his soul.

#kim yoosung #yoosung kim #mystic messenger yoosung #mysme yoosung #yoosung x mc #mystic messenger x reader #mysme x reader #yoosung x reader #kim yoosung x reader #mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanons #fanfic x reader #x reader #anime x reader #fluff #otome game

[and-stir-the-stars]

Au where michael represses most of his memories of evan and later on evan’s spirit discovers it and thinks that he was never important enough to be remembered… he still tries to make mike remember by appearing before him at freddys, not to antagonize him, but to make him Know. Specially after seeing the rest of the animatronics attacking him (evan doesnt want the last family member he had alive to die without remembering him)( he probably doesn’t want him to die, period, but oh well) it doesnt really work except for keeping mike awake during his shifts, but that eventually becomes enough, to Evan

Until mike stars to recover part of those memories, and starts to understand why golden freddy kept telling him ‘its me’

And mike gets to see evan again in after setting him on happiest day, reassuring him. He is and was loved, and he will treasure those memories he managed to recover

awwww. I don't normally like takes where Mike repressed away the Bite/Evan, but this. I like this. This is nice.

Allow me to make it sadder, though. Because Evan's memories are probably shaky and wobbly as a ghost; he has a hard time remembering details about himself and his own life. I'm sure that upon seeing Michael at fnaf 1, he hoped that Michael could help him piece together his memories (what was my favorite toy? Did I have any friends? What did I do to calm down? I'm so scared, how do I calm down?), only to slowly realize Mike doesn't know anything either. Evan struggling to help Mike remember him when evan himself barely knows who he himself is. Evan screaming "it's me" to make Mike remember when Evan himself can't remember his own name, can't scream "it's Evan, your brother" but is only able to say "it's me, i know you somehow and i know you know me so please, please recognize me before it's too late."

It must be very scary for evan, knowing that if mike dies, then there will be no one to remember evan. It'll feel like he never even existed, never mattered, and if no one remembers him, how is he meant to remember himself? How is he meant to move on and find peace?

And then Mkke starts getting his memory back, but every memory he gets back HURTS. Partly bc Mike has to relearn the awful truth of what happened between them, but also bc every happy memory of the little brother he no longer has just smothers him in grief. So Evan watches Mike getting his memories back, but he also watches Mike being HURT by his memory. But even tho the memories hurt, Mike still fights to get them back, reassuring evan that he's worth remembering. A happy ending after all.

#This is nice. I like this. #This au needs a name #fnaf #evan afton #michael afton #the crying child

[imlivinginyourtrashcan]

back at it again with the swap au

In this version, Giovanni is a mundie! Part of the crime family, The Potages! Only containing Gio, his two moms, and his very concerned Epithet having cousins, The Roughhouses

Now for what you've all been waiting for:

The mugger shrunk back. W-what the hell was she supposed to do in a situation like this?! Her eyes darted over towards the two teens cowering next to the backpack. Desperately, she grabbed the sea urchin looking one and held him at knifepoint, he pantomimed in mute protest.

"St-stop right there!" She shouted. "Don't you care what happens to these two?!"

Giovanni's grin did not falter for a second, in fact, it had gotten wider. More gremlin esc, you could say. He flicked his arms, hiding them inside his sleeves. "You think a hostage can save your ass? HAH!" He barked. "Go 'head, don't need 'em alive to sell their stuff, best thing they can do is postpone the inevitable by a few seconds, then I'll have three more body's under my belt." He flicked his sleeves, several switchblades coming out from inside, dragging them across the alley walls, his foot steps driving into the mugger's head like a mysterious ticking noise

Tik

Tik

Tik

"Is five thousand dollars worth their lives? Is it worth yours? You gonna wake up with five thousand in your pocket after you watch two teenagers die in front of ya? Or ya gonna let yourself die? These are aaaaalll hypothetical, it don't matter to me! It's your choice 'Sides," Giovanni stopped, eyes gazing the mugger with a serious, shaded away expression, like in an anime. "I've killed for less."

Suddenly, Giovanni charged the mugger head on until she ran out of the alleyway, screaming her head off like she had just saw five horror movies all at once.

Giovanni stopped, waiting until dead silence was all that remained.

Once there was reassurance that she was fully gone, the two ex-hostages looked at their saviour.

Giovanni Potage did not have an Epithet

Giovanni Potage had never been in a real fight in all seventeen years of his life.

Giovanni Potage started to laugh out of panic

"HOOOLY SMOKES!!! HAHAHAHA!!!" He spat quickly, hiding the knives in his sleeves while he gripped the wall. "That was SO SCARY! Hah! I may be laughing but on the inside I'm dying!"

Giovanni hadn't lied to the mugger fully about his background, his side of the family were a bunch of criminals, growing up learning how to scare, cheat, and lie his way through life. He tries his best to put all that behind him, though. If he had an Epithet, like his parents, he would use all these tricks all he wanted, but, he was a Mundie. So that means he has to lay low.

He desperately wheezed, hacking up whatever was in his throat. "Oh my god what a rush! I straight up thought we were all gonna croak! I know I kept my cool, but I swear If anyone touched me I would turn to dust."

Rick wrapped his arms around Giovanni, crying big stupid tears. "GIOVANNII!!!! MY SECOND BESTEST FRIEND!!! THANK YOU!!! YOU'VE SAVED US FROM THE MONEY HUNGRY WENCH!!!!!"

Giovanni awkwardly patted his back, then Lorelai was dragged into the hug, Rick nestling his head in the middle, tears falling onto the concreate.

"You too, Lorelai! I am so sorry the woman had drenched your work! But the best thing is that.... we are ALL HERE!!"

Ah, the beloved Neo Trio. Standing near each other, all three looked like Neapolitan ice cream, Lorelai and Rick's hair even made it so some of the ice-cream got into their section, authentic!

Giovanni Potage and Rick Shades, Lorelai's best friends, she cared about them more than anything else.

Now for RICK! Our beloved Rich little Sea Urchin! In the au, he's a Mundie, much like Giovanni. Being homeschooled most of his life, Rick never really got people, and people never really got him. He later finds two new BEST FRIENDS! Giovanni and Lorelai.

The good stuff:

"Hey.."

"Oh- eh- hello!" Rick waved awkwardly like a robot, as he started to sweat from the very thought of human interaction.

"Nice lookin' bag ya got there..."

The 'bag' she was referring to was Rick's murse, it was a cute little purple purse in the shape of a sea urchin. Rick had a... strange obsession with sea creatures, sea slugs, cephalopods, isopods, shrimps, crabs, you name it? He loved it. Sometimes he would tell random strangers facts only he thinks are cool.

"Thank you!" Rick held it up "It's a sea urchin! By the way, did you know that the sea urchin uses the hydraulic pressure of water moving in and out of their tube feet to move about slowly. They can also propel themselves along with their spines. That's pretty impressive, considering sea urchins don't actually have brains!" Rick info dumped, not picking up on the fact the woman clearly did not care.

"Look's expensive..."

"Oh indeed it was! I had to personally commission it!" Rick grinned, like a glitched character in a video game. The air got too thick with awkward silence to where he had to leave. "Well! Bye!" He quickly made a break for the exit, but the woman blocked her path.

"Who'd you get to commission it for ya? Might be lookin t'get one.."

"Oh! I paid that nice man at the Baxter's crafting store! No clue what his name was, but I'm sure he'd be happy to make it for you!" The bells in his head were not going off when they really should be

"Ooooooh Baxter's? Gee, I don't think I can afford it"

"Hm! Troubling!" Rick blinked, pulling out a book about Marine Biology from his murse. "Anyways, do you want to hear about 101 Ocean Wildlife Facts?"

Rick did not wait for an answer before flipping through it, clearing his throat, he read the first fact. "Number one! Many bony fish have more than just one set of nostrils. The nostrils of fish also do not open into the back of the mouth like those of mammals, and are not, therefore, for breathing. They lead into organs of smell, which are very sensitive in order for fish to detect the presence of food in the water at considerable distances. More nostrils = more smelling! Huh! Well isn't that neat?"

Rick, once again, did not wait for a reply from the woman. "Ahem, number two-"

The woman didn't think twice before trying to snatch the murse from Rick, making him grab for it with a whine. "Heyyy! That's mine!"

"Not for long!" The woman replied, tugging it. Rick shimmied his way out of her grasp, clutching the murse closely as he shoved the book back inside it.

"You bully! You could've broken it! I know just how to deal with you!" Rick declared, inching closer to the woman before embracing her. "You are only mean because of what society has done! I will be the first to break your mind away from these patterns of violence and thievery! I... forgive you!"

The woman swiftly snatched up the boy by his aquarium back pack, causing him to flail and wail.

"NOOOOOOOO!!! VHS TAPES!!!!! YOU LIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

#epithet erased meme #epithet oc #epithet erased au #epithet erased ramsey #epithet erased fanart #epithet erased #epithet spoilers #prison of plastic au #prison of plastic spoilers #epithet erased prison of plastic #prison of plastic #giovanni potage #vincent murder #rick shades #lorelai blyndeff #digital art #fanart #swap au

[madoumonogatarirunelord]

Another Kluguro fic because I love them

(I'm also incredibly bored)

"Calculus!"

"Backhand slip grip special! ★"

A large pile of nuisance puyos fell on Ringo's next chain, causing the match to end. However, before She could even congratulate Maguro, the pair found themselves into quite the dilemma.

Bursting out of the sky? That's what Amitie did all of the time... But somehow, she and Maguro found themselves doing exactly that...

[meanwhile]

"What a peaceful day... Almost too peaceful... Actually, I don't think it's ever been this quiet before. It's actually kind of scary..."

A certain, brown haired nerd sat on a bench, studying an old book on an even older Legend. Klug was so engrossed in his book, that he almost didn't notice the purple haired toddler running at him...

Except it wasn't a purple haired toddler. It was Feli and her tiny body. She only reached up to Klug's neck. What made things weird, however, was the fact that he was scared of her.

"Hiyah!" Feli yelled, pointing her dowsing rods at Klug.

"Meep!"

Klug immediately jumped back, hugging the book he was reading. His body was trembling all over at the sight of this miniature gremlin of a girl.

"What do you w-want?!"

Feli scowled, putting her hands on her hips.

"That purple haired boy and his red haired girlfriend are here. They were lost so I asked the stars for help, and they told me to tell you to go and help them because APPARENTLY you're of use to them. Goodbye, four eyes. I hope fate allows me to never see you again.

Feli quickly scampered away, off to find Lemres no doubt. After all, he was visiting Primp right now.

Purple haired boy? Red haired girlfriend? Surely she didn't mean... Sasaki and Ando? So they were dating, huh...

Klug was never one to meddle in relationship business, but he couldn't help but feel a bit disheartened that his crush had found somebody... Especially when that somebody was smart, beautiful and Maguro's childhood friend.

Klug quickly brushed off these thoughts, realising it wouldn't get him anywhere, and so, with a sinking feeling in his chest, he hurried off to find Maguro and Ringo.

[With Maguro and Ringo]

"Hey, so what was that girl's deal? She seemed weird and creepy..." Ringo sighed.

"Heck if I know... ★"

Maguro and Ringo had been walking around for what felt like hours now... Even though it was only around ten minutes. They had ended up in an unfamiliar part of Primp's markets, passing by a few strange individuals in the process.

"Ugh... Why are people in Primp so strange?!"

Ringo seemed annoyed now. She was just trying to have a Puyo Puyo battle with Maguro, and somehow she ended up in the one part of Primp that she didn't recognize. They had both challenged a few of the people they vaguely met at some point, but to no avail.

"You know, Ringo... What's even stranger is the fact they just assume we're dating. What if I'm into a boy or something? ★" Maguro stated, putting his right hand in his pocket while the left one kept playing with the kendama.

"So you are into a guy, huh?"

"W-Wait! No I just m-meant... You know what, fine, you win... ★"

Maguro's face was a bright red now. Ringo was right, he was into a guy. A guy he knew so much yet so little about. Maguro didn't even realize he was going off on one of his excited rants before it was too late...

"Well... He's a really cute nerd and... ★"

[With Klug]

He had been searching for ages now, even running into a couple of strange individuals who pointed him in the right direction.

"Just my luck... I ran into that annoying Witch lady and that creeper with the sword... Oh well at least I have some lea—"

Klug quickly cut himself off as soon as he saw Maguro and Ringo walking down the streets, laughing and chatting, like a couple would... It just served as a reminder that he would never be good enough for Maguro.

He quickly dashed up to the pair, putting on a smile to seem friendly.

"I heard you love birds needed assistance?"

The pair quickly turned around out of confusion and curiosity.

"Love birds?" Ringo asked.

Ringo was definitely confused. Why did everyone assume that she and Maguro were dating? It was kind of getting on her nerves.

"Not you too, Klug ★" Maguro sighed, clearly disappointed.

It was Klug's turn to be confused now... What was that supposed to mean?

"What do you mean, Sasaki?"

"I mean that you've got it all wrong! Ringo and I are just friends! ★"

Klug's face flushed red out of embarrassment.

"So you're telling me that you and Ando aren't dating...?"

"Of course not... In fact, I love you, Klug... ★"

This time, both of their faces flushed red as Ringo chuckled.

"Klug, I would just like to inform you that, if you hadn't gotten here so soon, I might've had to endure an hour's long rant about why Maguro thinks you're hot, so thanks...!" Ringo smirked, clearly trying to fluster the pair.

"R-Really? You love m-me that much?... I... U-Uhm... I love you too..."

Maguro smiled softly, planting a kiss on the cheek of the slightly smaller male.

"I love you to the edge of space-time and back... ★"

#puyo puyo #klug x maguro #kluguro #klug puyo puyo #maguro puyo puyo #maguro sasaki #fanfic

[prince-liest]

The last bus stop in hell is a new favourite. I went absolutely insane when I realised what the fuck Alastor did to get out. The gun shots felt genuinely shocking, I could feel just how angry and out of control Alastor felt when he pulled the trigger and it wasn't even from his perspective!!!!! Genuinely think the fact that you've written this from Angel's pov was a genius move, it keeps the mystery of not ever quite knowing what Alastor's thinking that we have in canon whilst still letting us feel just how angry and violated and reactionary Alastor is in that moment when he lifts the gun and tells Val to beg so he can force Val into a position of weakness and kill him like that. Waffhdhdhgv going crazy stupid. Genuinely think Alastor's pov would have made this a tougher sell (you've kept the fic really kind despite everything. You haven't dragged pain out for the sake of showing pain and I think it works.)

Thinking about how Val uses what he taught Angel, how in your fic Angel mirrors Val is so many little ways because he learnt everything from him and yet still, Angel is a genuinely kind, caring individual despite everything when Val so obviously... Isn't

Thinking about the fact that as proven here, Alastor could look like shit and still no one would dare to so much as look at him too long

Thinking about how genuinely good husk is to still want to make sure "Alastor's" going to be ok even though he's scared shitless. thinking about how kind he is to Angel

Also LOVING the little. Anon culture you have built here. Giving myself a call sign emote.

- ☠️ -spirits

It's 8am and I've already been awake for 4 hours and the brain cells I have remaining just want to go /cups hands around this ask and holds it close to my heart

You have pinpointed so many of the things I was hoping to convey in this story and it just gives me the warm and fuzzies. I was a little unsure about how the subject matter of this fic would be received and y'all have consistently made me very happy I decided to write it. Just. Heart emoji!! Thank you, anon! (Also what a great emoji to choose, hahaha. The anon culture kinda built itself, ILY guys and also cannot believe there are so many!)

Speaking of which: MORE ASKS UNDER THE CUT! If you sent me something about the fic last night it's probably down there!!

THE NEW CHAPTER WAS INSANEE ???? SCREAMING OH MY GOD ALASTOR STRAIGHT UP SHOT VALENTINO ??? (until he was nothing but mush 😨) speechless beyond words but it was SO good and cathartic omg i was literally on the edge of my seat in suspense 😭😭😭

Hahaha, thank you so much! Honestly absolutely lovely to hear—I think the general response to this chapter can be summarized as "oh my god" and this pleases me immensely. 💛

Angel Dust finally being able to cry when Husk backed away from him, ouch my heart 😭 Also Alastor not being able to use any of his usual radio demon powers but still managing to be the scariest person in the room. Very well written. I don't usually read stuff this dark but I'm really glad I decided to.

Huskerdust are my little gold vein of goodness threading through the horrible bedrock of the rest of this fic, haaa, and I really wanted that moment of catharsis for Angel himself... and YES!! Alastor was a scary motherfucker before he ever became the Radio Demon and I'm so glad that came through. Is he okay? No. But he's ready to make that everybody else's problem.

Thank you for taking a chance on this very murdered dove! I am genuinely very flattered to have the opportunity to make a dark fic a nonetheless good read for you!

An absolutely stellar chapter, as always! Your writing kills it every time and your descriptions are staggering in their detail! I adore how many emotions you made me go through during Alastor's entrance alone; from realizing that he escaped on his own, learning that his leg was injured in the process, to finding out that his mouth is bloodied. I crumpled on into myself. Agh! Of *course* he'd chew through it rather than just breaking/snapping it off. Truly a one of a kind man. So much showing without telling! It's all wonderful and your work is always such a delight to read. I'm not normally one who physically reacts to writing, but wow some of the scenes in this chapter had me flinching! This was most definitely a ramble that I could have simply commented under the chapter itself; all that to say that I am very excited for the next chapter and all of the aftermath to follow! 💫💫💫💫💫

P.S. Thank you for giving Alastor a gun. It is what he deserves. ❤️

Alastor DOES deserve a gun, ehehehe. Honestly so pleased that this has stood out to you as an example of showing without telling specifically because Angel Dust's extremely traumatized POV has been godly for opportunities to do that and it's been a very fun way to write. Gosh, this ask just means a lot to me in general, thank you SO much for your lovely words!

#t #spirits anon #personal #my writing #anonymous #long post

[kylianswife]

Nightmare - Kylian Mbappe x Reader

Summary: Kylian's girlfriend has a nightmare and Kylian tries to calm her down.

Kylian's POV: I decided to play this last game of FIFA and go to bed. My girlfriend was fast asleep on the couch next to me. She laid on her back with her legs stretched out on my lap, I had my legs on the table, focusing on the game. I usually try to keep quiet when playing around her when she's sleeping even though she's a heavy sleeper. I was half-way through the game when her slight leg movement caught my attention. I didn't find it concerning at first, I just gave her leg a light squeeze as a form of comfort. I played a little more when I began hearing her distressed voice, I looked at her. She was moving her head and saying something about being saved while her eyes were still closed. I paused the game and placed my hands on her legs, looking at her to see what she'll do next, whether she'll go back to sleep or she'll continue dreaming about whatever was scaring her. "Ky- help me-" this was all I could make out from her slurred speech. I placed her feet on the couch and sat close to her face, taking her hand in mine. "Baby, it's okay." I didn't want to wake her up at first, maybe she'll get over it. Tears started streaming down her face. I was concerned so I shook her arm lightly. "Kylian" "Y/N, It's okay, my love. I'm here. You're just having a nightmare, baby. It's okay" I wiped some of the tears away from her face, but she kept replacing them with new tears. I shook her a little bit more. "No-please-" "Open you eyes, baby. It's okay, I'm here with you." I went to hold her hand and she gripped it tightly, still in her sleep. She said some things I couldn't make out before she let out a piercing scream and jumped up. "NO, KYLIAN" she looked around the room, panicked. I cupped her face trying to get her to look at me. "Y/N, It's over, baby. It was just a nightmare. Look at me, Y/N. Shhh..shhh" she looked at me and I wrapped my arms around her, laying her head on my chest. I rubbed her back and played with her hair, this always calms her down. It's probably a thing from her childhood, her mom used to stroke her hair to sleep every night. "It was so scary, oh my god." "Shh... don't think about it right now, baby. Let's just breathe, okay?" "You were gone, I was alone in this park. Someone dressed in black was chasing me, trying to choke me. I called out for you but you weren't coming." "Baby, it was just a bad dream. I will always be there for you. I wouldn't let anyone hurt you. I'm here, see? Next to you, holding you." I pulled her from the hug to look at her face. She was a bit more calm now that she realized she was dreaming. I kissed her lips softly. I grabbed the remote to turn off the TV and looked back at her, extending my hand. She grabbed my hand and I led her to our bedroom. "Are you going to sleep now too?" "Yes, baby. I want to fall asleep with you, I had enough for tonight." We laid together, her head on my chest. She drew circles on my chest and ran her fingers down to my sides, chuckling. She knows it tickles me, but she likes it. I kissed her forehead and closed my eyes. "Good night, mon ange. I love you" "I love you too, Ky. Sweet dreams."

#football #soccer #fifa wc #kylian mbappe one shot #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe #mbappe psg #kylian mbappe blurb #france #kylian mbappe masterlist #kylian mbappe imagines

[therhythmafterthesummer]

How do you think wereroomies!chan would react if pretty called him (trying not to sound too panicky even though she’s uncomfortable/scared) bc someone kept trying to feel her up at a club and when she left she noticed that he started to follow her??

(Please ignore my ask if the subject makes you uncomfortable or if you don’t have time for it 💛 I was just wondering bc of his reaction towards her coworker and towards her, after they came home)

oooohh i kinda went over this in this ask earlier... but in that ask, he was Present.... if he weren't there.... oh, boy

THOUGHTS. many of them. under the cut.

if Chris was at home or at work or anywhere, and his girl suddenly called him with this situation, where someone was being disrespectful AND was follow her, sounding not only uncomfortable but also scared??? man's blood will boil. immediately. seeing red. no thoughts, head filled only with Protective Alpha Instincts

"where are you right now?" will be the only thing he tells her, voice eerily serious

when she tells him the random store she's gone into to try and be as surrounded of people as she could to avoid the creep, he's leaving immediately. doesn't matter where he is, he's LEAVING. and if anyone tries to stop him he'll use his Scary Alpha Voice and get them cowering out of the way

the second he finds her, and smells all that distress in her scent, he's borderline feral.

he'll just pull her close, and the way she relaxes in his hold does help ease his mood a bit.

"are you okay?" will be the first thing he asks, and when she says she is okay, she's just spooked, he'll follow up with "who in here was it?"

and here's were Pretty Mum would try to get Chris to drop it. i'm sure she can just sense how feral he is, and she'll just want to leave the place altogether.

even if he urges her to tell him, she won't budge, because she just knows Chris is very much capable of killing this person right now, and when his mind clears a bit, he'll probably regret it, so she'll just convince him to take her home.

here's where i think it'd also differ from the other scenario. i don't think Chris would go into Must Fuck My Girl To Scent Her mode after that. he'd go into Must Do Everything In My Power To Comfort My Girl mode. be it a warm bath, or just cuddles, or anything she wants, really.

and i think a warm bath and cuddles would be her choice. they'll probably just talk it out. she'll probably have to calm him down as well, i can imagine him being super tense over the whole thing...

but, hopefully, they'll both be fine the next day.

#jaiuneamesolitaiire #ask #wereroomies ask #wereroomies headcanons

[eosofspades]

okay. first half of lightfall complete!! done for the day because my brain is frying and its almost midnight but MAN I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS. HELLO

spoilers below

GHOST IS BACK!!!!!! THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN THE ENTIRE GAME ALWAYS. GHOST I MISSED YOU SO MUCH

the intro cutscenes FUCK oh my god?? i was NOT expecting the traveler's attack / the slicening to be literally the FIRST CUTSCENE?? INCREDIBLE. couldnt play the first mission properly bc my hands were shaking i was so hyped up ghsjdnfv

WHY DOES THE WITNESS JUST TAKE THE BEAM FULL FORCE. WHAT THE FUCK MAN

the tormentors are FUCKING TERRIFYING. I WAS SO SCARED. LIKE THAT GROWLING NOISE RIGHT BEHIND YOU IS ACTUALLY SO FUCKING SCARY MY HEART WAS POUNDING FOR LIKE TEN MINUTES AFTER I KILLED THE THING

stay frosty

STRAND IS SO COOL. LIKE STRAND IS EXPONENTIALLY FASCINATING AND SO MUCH FUN

i will elaborate on this more in depth another time but i need to say strand feels like what they were going for with stasis except this time they did it RIGHT. in terms of consequences/risk we HEARD all about the dangers of stasis but there were literally no side effects. this on the other hand??? ITS DONE SO PERFECTLY I CANT GET OVER IT

and CONSEQUENCES!!! obviously i knew rohan was going to die like that was completely expectable but i would NOT have guessed the guardian's own shortcomings would have been the reason. god damn

everything about nimbus is so good. i love love love that they're not actually angry or blaming the guardian for rohan's death, just accepting and ready to get justice

THAT FUCKING SCENE. THE FUCKING WITNESS POSSESSING GHOST SCENE?? HELLO??? THAT WAS SO AGONIZING TO WATCH I WAS SO AFRAID

also i lost my shit ghost was literally getting possessed and in visible pain and the guardian just fucking stood there like a sim

ON THAT NOTE THOUGH. "WE'RE IN THIS TOGETHER." AND HOLDING OUT THEIR HAND FOR HIM???? THAT IS SOME GOOD GUARDIAN AND GHOST CONTENT THIS IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN BEGGING FOR FOR YEARSSS

all the witness scenes are so fucking cool btw that nightmare they sent to calus is WILD. i am OBSESSED with the witness' shattered glass thing but more importantly their ANGER. i didn't think CALUS is what they'd be angry about!! holy shit!!! emperor has the survival instincts of a fucking moth and if the winnower doesn't blow up the witness i want the witness to blow up calus

i NEED to know what the witness means by "we know pain." babe who hurt you

GHOST GOING "are you handling highly volatile materials?? AGAIN???" I LOVE GHOST SO MUCH IT'S UNREAL. I LITERALLY DIED AT THIS PART BC I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD. he sounded so exasperated and annoyed and affectionate i love ghost more than anything ever

^ PLUS. Rohan going "Again? How often does this happen?" and ghost yelling "TOO OFTEN" GHOST BABY IM SO SORRY AHAHAJSGVSV

THE STRIKE!! THE STRIIIKE. HELLO. i got my ass handed to me about sixteen times in a row and almost gave up for the night but holy shit was it worth it for the ending line. nezarec i KNEW you would come back to us!!! <333

side note im literally so pissed off about the reactor core mission bc the end when you're supposed to be using strand to swing out. i just fucking jumped i was so anxious and i couldn't find the strand thing and then everyone kept talking about how i used strand to get out and how amazing it was and ive just been sitting here like . guys please i know i missed out on all the fun you don't have to rub it in PLEASE

OSIRIS TRAINING THE GUARDIAN OSIRIS TRAINING THE GUARDIAN!!! MY OC HEADCANONS ARE BECOMING ACTUAL CANON. VINDICATION IS SO GOOD

when osiris yells "THAT WAS EXCELLENT" i got SO HAPPY. HE IS SO PROUD OF THEM!!!

now that said. i have NOT gotten past the strand training mission i'm about halfway through it. so i don't know if it comes up and it might not but i WOULD like to see osiris at least acknowledge that he was being too harsh before. like i know he's incredibly stressed and everything but my guy. the guardian was literally keeled over dying and osiris is like "we don't have time for this. why aren't you better at this by now"

on that note listen i love osiris so much he's my second favorite character but when he was scolding the guardian and ghost tries to come to your defense and says "we did our best" and osiris SHOUTS "we NEED to do BETTER" i got SO MAD. DO NOT RAISE YOUR VOICE AT MY GHOST

i cannot believe bungie canonically gave the guardian a cringefail compilation cutscene. power blowing up in their face. ghost and osiris shaking their heads at each other in disappointment and affection for the guardian. im losing my shit

THE FUCKING CUTSCENE WHERE OSIRIS HOLDS HIS HAND OUT AND TRIES TO TALK TO SAGIRA BEFORE HE REALIZES........ AGONIZED WAILING HEARD FROM MY HOME

this is... about as far as i have gotten. i know i'm forgetting some things but!! i am SO hyped up rn okay i am going to play the rest tomorrow

overall conclusion: GOOD SHIT. i love it here this game is the best thing that has ever happened to me

#destiny 2 #mine #lightfall #lightfall spoilers

[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 5: Shot?

"You've never once bowled a day in your life.", Sam laughed at Scott as they walked down the school steps.

"I know!", Scott groaned. "I'm such an idiot."

"It was like watching a car wreck.", Stiles said.

"First it was the whole group date thing.", Sam listed.

"Then that phrase.", Stiles chimed.

"Hang out.", Scott said.

"You don't hang out with hot girls, ok?", Stiles said. "It's like death. Once you hang out with her, you might as well become her gay best friend."

"Yeah, if that ever happens, you and Danny can start hanging out.", Sam said, patting his back as they stopped in the halls.

"How is this happening?", Scott whined. "I either killed a guy or I didn't."

"I don't think Danny likes me very much.", Stiles mutters. "You never know.", Sam said.

"I ask Allison on a date and now we're hanging out.", Scott continued to whine.

"Am I not attractive to gay guys?", Stiles questioned us.

"I wouldn't know, Stiles. I'm not a gay guy.", Sam shrugged.

"I make attack man and the team captain wants to destroy me and now," Scott ranted, pulling out his phone and checking the time. "and now I'm gonna be late for work."

Scott rushed off, leaving Stiles with her. "He's a big baby.", Sam say and pinch his cheek. "So are you."

Sam leaves the school with Stiles and he drops her off at home. She sighs, walking up to her porch and see a note stuck on the door.

Meet me at my house tomorrow. Don't be late.

-DH

She took the note, looked at the scribbled handwriting and looked around. No Derek in sight. How'd he even find her house… ? She shook her head, and walked inside.

The next day, thankfully a weekend, Sam took her mom's car to Derek's house, parking and exiting the car.

She stared up at the burned and broken down house. How'd this even happen?

"Derek?", she called.

His Camero was here. He had to be here. She looked around as she walked up to the door. "You tell me not to be late and yet I don't see you…", she muttered.

She knocked on the door before sighing and turning around, only to see green eyes staring back at her, making her jump in fear, and clutch at her chest. "Oh – God… don't do that!"

He seemed amused. "You actually showed up.", he says, walking past her.

She followed him inside. "Listen, I just want to make it clear that I had no part of you getting arrested.", she confessed. He raised a thick eyebrow.

"We also don't know what happened to your sister. But Scott thinks he did something last night. I'm only scared that it's true. Scott had a dream about someone and we don't know if it was real or not. But someone got hurt."

"You think he attacked the driver?", Derek asked.

"Did you see what he did last night?"

"No."

"Is he gonna hurt someone?"

"Yes."

"Could he kill someone?"

"Yes."

"Is he going to kill someone?"

"Probably."

She sighed harshly, running her fingers through her hair. "What the fuck did he get himself into…"

She looked up at Derek. "He's been whining about being worried that he did hurt someone but we're not even sure. I don't want it to be true. He can't handle that type of guilt.", she says, shaking her head.

He sighed, "Look, I can help you guys, remember? I can show him how to control the shifts, even on a full moon."

She perks up. "You'll really help? Even though you were cuffed?"

He frowned. "Keep reminding me and I'll say no."

She shook her head, smiling. "No need to worry about that then!", she says, relieved. Aside from his scary scowling and distant attitude, he was kind. Very misunderstood but kind.

She looks up at Derek. "Thank you. We owe you a lot.", she says, giving a soft smile. His face twitched like he wanted to be annoyed, but kept it neutral. "Yeah, yeah. Don't mention it.", he says, looking away.

His head suddenly perked up and he let out a threatening growl. Sam quickly raised her hands in surrender. "I didn't do anything!", she exclaimed.

He rushed over to her, yanking her out of the house and toward the car. "You need to leave. Now.", he ordered.

She didn't bother asking any questions. She hopped in the car, started it up and left, looking in the rear view mirror as she saw Derek stalk off into the woods.

What the hell was that…

Later at night, Stiles pulled his jeep up right up to the school fence and they all got out. Sam and Scott walked to the fence and saw Stiles walking with them.

"What're you guys doing?", Scott asked. "Huh?", Sam look at him in confusion. "This is werewolf business.", he says.

Sam gaped at him. "Who the hell do you think has been saving your ass from flipping out, time and time again??"

"Someone needs to keep watch.", Scott argued.

"How come we have to keep watch?", Stiles whined.

"Because there's only one werewolf and two tiny humans and they stay behind.", Scott replied.

"Ok, why is it starting to feel like your Batman and I'm Robin and Sam's… a side character?", Stiles asked. Sam gaped at him too. "Man, fuck you."

"Well, I don't want to be Robin all the time.", Stiles shrugged at her.

"Nobody's Batman and Robin any of the time.", Scott said.

"Not even some of the time?", Stiles questioned him, pouting.

"Just go wait in the car.", Scott said. Sam kissed her teeth. "Oh, my god.", Stiles groaned as they went back to the jeep.

Time passed and it felt like Scott was in there forever. How bad was it in there??

A horn honked and snapped her out of her thoughts as Stiles had his hand on the horn. Scott hurriedly jumped out of the bus and over the fence, hopping in the back of Stiles' Jeep. Stiles backed the jeep up and turned it around and began to drive away from the school.

"Did it work? Did you remember?", Stiles asked.

"Yeah, I was there last night." Scott said.

"So, you did attack him?", Sam asked.

"No. I saw glowing eyes at the back of the bus, but they weren't mine. It was Derek.", Scott confessed.

She looked at him through the rear view mirror. "What about the driver?"

"I think I was trying to protect him.", Scott said. "I think I was trying to help the driver and I was just trying to ward the creature off. That's why a lot of the blood was mine and not the driver's."

"Why would Derek help you remember that he attacked the driver?", Stiles asked.

"Because it wasn't Derek." Scott said. "The scent was different."

"It has to be a pack thing.", Stiles said.

"What do you mean?", they asked him.

"Like an initiation. You do the kill together."

"Yeah, because ripping someone's throat out is a real bonding experience.", Sam muttered, in disgust.

"Yeah, but they didn't do it, so they aren't killers. And it also means," Stiles gets cut off.

"I can go out with Allison tomorrow.", Scott cheered.

"I was going to say it means that you won't kill us.", Stiles says. Sam laughed at Scott's excitement. At least one good thing came out of this. Her best friend wasn't a murderer.

Sam hummed, cleaning up after last night. She had hoped Scott was at least having fun, feeling better that he was good and not a ravage, hungry werewolf.

"You're in a good mood today.", she hears jer mom say. Sam turned to her, shrugging with a smile. "Can't complain."

She looked at her, slyly. "Uh-huh." Sam chuckled and finished up. She paused in the living room as she heard a honk outside the house and looked at the door.

It didn't sound like Stiles' jeep…

She opened the door to see the black camaro in front of the house and her jaw immediately dropped. What the hell was Derek doing here?

Mom walked behind her, peeping the car. "I never thought Stiles would give up that raggedy old jeep.", she says.

"Uh huh…", Sam mutters and put on her shoes. She rushed, waving her mom bye before stopping at the passenger side of Derek's car. "What're you doing here??"

He rolled down the window. "Get in.", he says, casually. She sighed and hopped in. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see.", he says and drives her back to the woods.

He stopped in front of his house. "Uh, I've been here before, Derek." He gave her a bored look before exiting the car.

She left the passenger side and followed him as he walked into the woods.

"Um, this isn't the part where you kill me, right?", she joked, nervously. He looked at her unamused. "Sorry, bad joke.", she says, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Just be quiet and c'mere.", he says, leading her to a cliff. With the sunset and the blowing breeze, she could see the rest of the city below them. It was beautiful.

She looked up at Derek. He had his eyes closed as he let the breeze wash over him. "How come you brought me here?", she asked.

He shrugged. "I guess to give you some insight that even though I'm a… y'know… I'm still human. I can still enjoy stuff as mundane as this."

She blinked in surprise. She hadn't thought about that. She knew killing couldn't be pleasant, but it was a nice change in scenery.

She looked out onto the horizon. "I've never been up here…"

She sat down on the cliff. It really was beautiful. "I'm kinda shocked you'd wanna share something like this with me.", she said.

She hears him shuffle and watched him sit down next to her. "Y'know since I'm not a werewolf and all.", she chuckled.

He huffed out what she thought was a chuckle, himself. "You don't have to be one for me to feel generous."

He sighed. "I don't know. I guess… I trust you in a way. Plus, you aren't so… hesitant to talk to me. You don't treat me like I'm someone that should be avoided despite me getting quickly arrested."

She rubbed the back of her neck. "Sorry about that again…", she chuckled. He glanced at her "You're good."

They sat in silence for a while until the sun finally went down and she stared in awe as the city looked like sparkly lights below them. "I see why you come here now.", she says with a smile.

He huffs. "At the end of the day, it's something to look forward to."

She looks at him. "How often do you get out?" He looked at her, eyebrows furrowed. "I get out."

She shook her head. "Not walking by the school or going to diners or gas stations. I mean actually going out. Shopping, stuff like that."

He frowns. "I don't have the time for that." Sam huffed and stood. "Well since you shared this with me, it's only fair, I take you out."

He looked at her, bewildered. He scoffed with a slight smile. "If you say so."

He got up and walked her back to his car before driving her home.

She left his car, giving him a wave. He nodded before driving off.

Later on, Sam drove up to the nearest gas station to fill up her mom's car and went into the station to buy a snack while she was at it.

As she walked in, she pulled off her hood and looked around the store for a snack, whilst getting distracted by other voices outside.

Once she walked up to the cashier, she glanced outside to see a familiar head of dark hair, surrounded by other men.

Tilting her head in confusion, she quickly took her bought snack and left the station store.

"Black cars though…very hard to keep clean. I would definitely suggest a little more maintenance.", she heard as she stood outside, she saw Derek's calmly collected expression.

"You have something that's nice; you want to take care of it, right?", the man ahead said and grabbed a squeegee.

Sam's eyes widened as she realized who the man was. It was Allison's father. Sam doubted Derek would have any reason to be teamed up like this if it wasn't for a reason.

"Personally, I'm very protective of the things I love," Argent said, "That's something I learned with my family. You don't have much of that these days, do you?", he asked, taunting the Hale boy.

Sam pulled up her hood, the shade of her hoodie blocking the light from her face as she glanced at Derek's clenched fists and watched as he unclenched them.

Argent smiled. "There we go. You can actually see clearer now.", he says before walking back to his truck.

"You forgot to check the oil." Derek said, sarcastically. Argent turned around to one of his fellow hunters. "You heard him. Check the man's oil."

One of the hunters walked over to the drivers seat and smashed in Derek's driver seat window. "Looks good to me."

"Y'know, this could be counted as harassment.", Sam called out as she walked over to the men, catching their surprised attention as she stood a few feet away from them.

Argent stood down and Derek looked at her with a wide eyed expression. One that was telling her to leave.

She was already in deep shit by getting herself involved, why not go the whole 9 yards?

"You're a student.", Argent told the girl. "There's a mandatory curfew. You didn't hear?"

Sam's eyebrows rose. "Oh, I heard. Just didn't care. Good thing I came out here because it seems like you douchebags are taking that advantage to stir up some shit.", she says, giving the men a sarcastic smile.

"Y'know, my mom's friends with the sheriff. Should I call him to tell him what type of behavior is happening during his curfew?", Sam asked with raised eyebrows. She turned to the men. "Isn't it like $500 for vandalism? Each?"

Argent's face deepened into a frown. "There'll be no need.", he turned to Derek. "Drive safely," Argent said before walking to his car.

The men entered their cars and drove away from the station. Derek shook his head, his fists clenching in anger once more.

"Dickheads.", Sam muttered before she started walking to her mom's car. "You didn't have to do that.", she heard Derek say.

She turned to him. "I know. I just don't guys like that. You're literally getting gas. That's mundane, not monstrous.", she says. 

"I wouldn't have actually sued them. It'd just make the target on my back bigger.", Derek said, looking at his damaged car.

"I would, plus he's a dickhead. Now, I have to worry about whether or not Allison is the same way.", Sam said rolling her eyes.

"Go home, Sam.", Derek said, opening his car door and brushing the glass shards out with his jacket sleeve.

Sam sighed and opened the driver door before pausing. "Hey, Derek?"

The Hale boy looked up. "I'm sorry about your family. It's pretty fucked up what happened.", Sam said. Derek stared at her before giving her a half hearted nod.

She finally got in the car and went home.

Just before she walked up to her porch, she gets a call from Stiles. "The bus driver passed away a couple hours ago.", he says. She pause.

"No way..." It couldn't have been Derek. They were just together.

If it was, he must have done something to the guy before he came to pick her up. She pulls out of the driveway before driving to the Hale House.

Scott seemed to have already gotten there before her. She quickly parked and got out.

"Ok, Scott, are you sure it was him?", Sam asked. "I mean, I was just with him.", she says as she follows him inside.

There was a burnt staircase in front of them, a hallway to the right, a room to the left and another room to the right. It was all so dark and mysterious. The place felt heavy in a way. Like death...

"Derek!", Scott yelled, calling for him. "We know you're here! You did that."

"I didn't do anything.", Derek's voice echoed.

"You killed him, Derek!", Scott yelled and made his way to the staircase, climbing it. "He died.", Derek's voice growled.

"Like your sister died?", Scott asked.

"My sister was missing. I came here looking for her.", Derek responded.

"And you found her.", Sam said from the bottom of the staircase, looking around for him.

"I found her in pieces, being used as bait to catch me.", Derek gruffed.

"I think you killed them both.", Scott accuses. "Scott!", Sam yelled at his insensitivity.

"I'm gonna tell everyone, starting with the sheriff.", Scott threatened. Sam looked to the right as a figure appeared and grabbed Scott by the back and slammed him down the steps.

Scott landed with a crash on his stomach. Sam took a step back as Scott looked up at her, his eyes glowing yellow, fangs protruding and his nails dug into the floor.

He got to his feet and turned to look up at Derek and gave a loud, bellowing roar. Derek leapt over the steps in one giant pounce and landed in front of Scott. He made another grab for Scott but Scott grabbed Derek first and threw him through a wall.

"Derek!", Sam exclaimed in shock at Scott's strength. Derek landed on his back and spat out dust from his mouth as he dusted wood chips off of him. He stood up, his black leather jacket now covered in dirt.

"Huh." Derek muttered as he continued to brush himself off. "That was cute."

He took off his jacket, showing off his built body.

Derek's fangs grew and his green eyes grew into an electric blue as he gave a roar back at Scott.

Scott ran forward and they circled each other for a moment before Scott leapt at Derek. Derek threw Scott up against the wall a couple of times before throwing him to the other side of the room.

"You guys, stop!!", Sam yelled as she ran forward and leapt at Derek. He flicked her away with a yank, throwing her against a wall.

Sam's back hit the wall and she fell to the floor with a groan. She watched through blurry eyes as the boys tussled. She got up once more, rushing at them and getting between them as they separated for a moment. "STOP!!", she yelled and they flew back from opposite sides.

They look at her in shock. "What the hell…", Scott mutters as he calms down a bit.

Derek seemed to snap out of it quickly. "I didn't kill him. None of us did. It's not your fault and it's not mine."

"This?" Scott growled as he got up. "This is all your fault. You ruined our lives."

"No, I didn't.", Derek growled, getting up. "You're the one who bit me.", Scott said.

"No, I'm not.", Derek said.

"What?", Scott asked in confusion.

"It's true. He told me after I told him the same thing.", Sam says.

"There's another.", Derek says. "It's called an Alpha. It's the most dangerous of our kind. We're Betas. This thing is more powerful, more animal than any of us. My sister came here looking for him. Now I'm trying to find him. But I don't think I can do it without you two."

"Why us?", Scott asked.

"Because he's the one that bit you. You're part of his pack. It's just you. You're the one he wants."

Scott looked at him in shock and calmed down. "What the hell…"

"Also… mind explaining what the hell that was??", Derek looked over at Sam, his face changing back to normal.

She shrugged and looked at her hands. "I-I dunno! I've never done that before. I just wanted you guys to stop, not stop and fling in different directions."

He got up and looked at her hands. They were shaky. "Go home. We'll figure this out later.", he told both Sam and Scott.

She brought Scott out of Derek's place and drove him home as he sat in silence. After getting him home safely, she went home myself, too exhausted to do anything anymore.

The next day came and it only got weirder.

Sam and Stiles discussed in his Jeep, looking at something Sam found on her phone and only paused as the jeep came to an abrupt stop.

"Dammit, Stiles!", Sam complains, rubbing the back of her neck and see a pale Derek collapsing in front of the jeep.

"You're kidding me. This guy's everywhere.", she hears Stiles' mutter before they got out to crouch near him.

"What the crap?", Sam muttered, looking at the sickly pale Derek. Derek's face was almost sunken in and covered with sweat, his eyes drooping with heaviness.

"What are you doing here?", Scott growled at him. "I was shot.", Derek panted heavily. "By who?", Sam asked.

"He's not looking so good, dude.", Stiles told Scott.

"Why aren't you healing?", Sam asked. "I can't. It was a different kind of bullet.", Derek said.

"A silver bullet?", Stiles asked with wide eyes. "No, you idiot.", Derek growled in annoyance.

"Wait, wait.", Scott said. "That's what she meant when she said you had forty eight hours."

"What?", Derek and Sam asked Scott in unison.

"Who said that?", Derek asked.

"The one that shot you.", Scott said. Derek's eyes flickered blue and he closed his eyes as he groaned. "What are you doing? Stop that.", Sam says, panicking and looking around as people got closer.

"That's what I'm trying to tell you, I can't.", Derek growled at her as his eyes continued to flicker from green to blue and back again.

"Derek, get up.", Scott ordered. "Help me put him in your car."

"Why's he getting in my car?", Stiles whined. "Because we don't have cars. Now quit your whining.", Sam says, helping Derek into the jeep before getting in the back.

"I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used.", Derek told Scott. "How the hell am I supposed to do that?", Scott asked Derek.

"Cause she's an Argent, she's with them.", Derek said, gruff.

"Why should I help you?", Scott challenged. Sam looked at him in shock. "Scott, really? Now? You're asking this now? Go see!", she yelled.

"Fine. I'll try.", Scott rolled his eyes. "Get him out of here."

"I hate you so much for this.", Stiles says, pulling off.

She helped Derek take his jacket off as Stiles throws his phone into the center console in frustration. "Hey, try not to bleed all over the seats. We're almost there."

"Where are we going?", Derek asked, rolling his head back in pain. "To your place.", Sam said.

Derek's eyes quickly widened. "No, you can't take me there."

"I can't take you to your own house?", Stiles asks, confused.

"Not when I can't protect myself.", Derek replied, making Stiles pull over to a curb.

"What the hell are you doing?", Sam asked him. Stiles turns to Derek. "What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet, hm? Are you dying??"

"Stiles!"

Derek shakes his head. "Not yet. I have a last resort."

Stiles flails his arms. "What do you mean, what last resort??"

Derek pulls back his sleeve, revealing the bullet wound and the teens almost gag.

"Oh my god, what is that!?", Stiles gasps, looking away. "Is that contagious, y'know what, maybe you should just get out."

"Really, Stiles?? It's not contagious, it's a bullet wound.", Sam fusses.

Derek swallowed, panting softly. "Start the car. Now."

"Yeah, I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look, okay? Because in fact, if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead.", Stiles fussed.

Derek glared at him. "Start the car. Or I'm gonna rip your throat out. With my teeth."

Sam leaned back in her seat from the threat as Stiles reluctantly started the car.

Night falls and Derek is getting paler and paler.

"I'll call Scott to see if anything's changed.", Sam says, dialing Scott's number. He picked up. "What are we supposed to do with him?", Sam asked.

"Take him somewhere, anywhere.", she heard Scott's reply. "Very helpful, Scott.", she muttered.

"And by the way, he's starting to smell.", Stiles cuts in.

"Like what?"

"Like death.", he responded making her gape at Stiles. "Stop it.", she scolds.

"Ok, take him to the animal clinic.", she hears Scott say.

"What about your boss?"

"He's gone by now. There's a spare in the box behind the dumpster." She took the phone from Stiles.

"You're not going to believe where he's telling us to take you.", Stiles said, as she handed Derek the phone.

"Did you find it?", Derek asked.

"How am I supposed to find one bullet?" Scott whined. "They have a million. This house is like the frickin' walmart of guns."

"Look, if you don't find it, then I'm dead, all right?"

"I'm starting to think that wouldn't be a bad thing.", she hears Scott say. This boy…

"Then, think about this. The alpha called you out against your will. He's gonna do it again. Next time you either kill with him or you get killed. So if you want to stay alive then you need me. Find the bullet.", Derek hung up and handed the phone to Sam.

"Are we going back to the clinic?", Sam asked Stiles.

"Yeah." Stiles says, driving off.

#teen wolf derek hale #derek hale x oc #derek hale x reader #derek hale #derek hale imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf stiles #stiles stilinski #scott mccall #black x reader #x black reader #black reader #derek x black reader #derek hale x plus size reader

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doodled a new self insert who isn't new at all

i have allowed him to enter the world outside of the modern au. becauseee Wellll if it's post canon its not a problem. ive been putting it off though bc of how. Muchhhh it is. but his whole deal came to me fully formed. he may not have to deal with erwin anymore but somehow his life is worse!? poor guy

basic rundown is that he was in a mental asylum for most of his life (because let's face it. i would be.) and when the rumbling happened, he was in a basement chamber in said asylum and got really, really lucky that no debris crushed him to death. he escapes the asylum after the rumbling cuz... y'know. it's no longer there, lol. he had an unhealthy romantic/sexual relationship with one of the doctors there and that really sticks with him. he finds the bit of civilization left and assimilates and most of his oddities are dismissed by Oh he survived the rumbling poor thing 😢 but he has this. eternal impostor syndrome and guilt of like. i'm lying to them, they don't know i'm crazy and a danger to society, i shouldn't be free. because he's not locked up anymore. he feels like he's an escaped convict and hates himself for it, but he's also obviously not going to willingly admit himself to a new one either. that's all stuff he has to grapple with, but he also really enjoys all sorts of art, an affinity he discovered IN the asylum. not much else to do, after all. he expands on that while living on his own and eventually meets levi (ofc.) haven't worked out the details much outside of this but it's all so natural that i'd have an answer to any question which is a crazy feeling. also he has no nipples and definitely lied his way into a double mastectomy. like aaaahh my boobs hurt so much you gotta get em off aaahhhhhh and medicine wasn't far enough yet for anyone to doubt him

he's also really bad at personal hygiene, i'm sure you can imagine why, and specifically sucks at brushing his hair consistently. the hair thing is true of modern monroe as well. having an s/i with hygiene issues to ship with levi is such a gold mine though. also i've been forgetting to brush my hair a lot recently and yet get somehow very surprised when i find it knotted 🤷‍♂️

so excited for him to meet gabi and falco btw he will love them so muchhh and i'm sure seeing that is only going to make levi fall harder

also it's post ww2 technically now so #female "Female" (lol) liberation his ass is wearing PANTS

god it's going to be insane when he tells levi that he's escaped from a mental asylum like he's confessing a deep dark sin, like he doesn't deserve to be among other people, and levi doesn't treat him at all like he expects. he's so anxious and levi's just like. it's fucked up they kept you locked up. and he's like. You're not scared of me? and levi's like i've known people so much worse than you, it's stupid you think i'd be afraid of you. and mimi just feels like such a weight off his chest but it's also such a massive slap to the face he's gonna take a while to process. like wdym i wasn't born to have to earn the ability to be around other people. wdym i'm. not scary and evil. (i'm pulling a lot from my experiences with the mental health system lolll)

#sparkletwinkles #monroe #teacup poodles #poodle portraits

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Emotional Parts

Part 1 (You are here)

Part 2

Jason could've ran someone over with how he drove to the Manor. Dick messaged Jason, rather incoherent as Dick seemed to be having trouble involving Damian. Whatever happened must be serious if even Dick is having some issues. Jason opened the doors and a few steps in was soon down on the floor.

"Jason! Richard, Jason is here! Yay!"

...what the fuck..?

"Damian..?"

Damian Wayne, the most annoying stubborn kid ever, was now on top of Jason beaming with excitement. "What... what is going on with you?"

"Dames you gotta get off of him"

Damian bounced right off and smiled "Okie-dokie!" "Dick what the hell is this?!" "It's Damian" "Well yeah no shit, but I mean did he get amnesia or something? He would never do this" Jason looked at Damian, it just struck at how he looked. Damian had yellow colored eyes and a few yellow streaks of hair in the front? "What's up with you?" "Hm? Whatcha mean?" "Dick, explain"

Dick sighed "Magic, split into four parts"

"Four?"

"Yeah. Yellow can you go get the others?" Yellow saluted with a wide grin "Yes sir! I'll be back!"

Jason got up and kept staring where Yellow went upstairs "Oh my god you think you've seen everything" "Just wait until you see the others"

A few moments, Yellow leaped down the stairs skipping past five steps and landing with his arms out. Two other parts of Damian followed, one with blue eyes and blue streaks of hair. Then red eyes and red streaks of hair. "We got Yellow here, he's full of energy. There's Blue who's timid. Red who's all sorts of angry" Blue hid behind Yellow and Red crossed his arms "Tt. Great, you got dead Hood here in this too? Just what everyone needs in life" Jason narrowed his eyes and Dick had to put his hand on Jason's shoulder "Red, that's not how we talk to people"

With a huff, Red looked away with a pout "Yeah yeah. Whatever"

"You said four parts? Where's the other?" Yellow raised his hand "Green is next to you silly!" "Wh- Holy shit!" Jason jumped back, the one called Green was definitely right next to him hanging out in the shadows. "Yeah... Green is... not very talkative" "What's his deal exactly?" "He follows orders" "Oh... I see. Well what did you call me for?" "They're rowdy when together, so I asked you to help us deal with this until we find out a way to bring him back" "Babysitting different versions of Damian, how interesting" "Hah, yep"

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Jason had spoke with Bruce on the situation before going to find Dick, passing by the living room to see Dami- Blue sitting by the fireplace alone. "Hey there" Blue flinched though he tried to not show it "Jason... hello" "What are you doing here by yourself?" "Red tried to fight me, Pennyworth said I can stay here" Blue shifted slightly away from Jason "Can I sit with you?" "Um... yeah sure" Jason watched the fire as he sat by Blue. This part of Damian... what exactly is he? He's docile, seems more afraid? As if everything is going to attack him.

"Can you... tell me about the others?"

"What do you wanna know?" "Just things you know if you'd like to share" "Well Yellow is basically a child, he's happy and always bouncing around to do something. Red is always looking for a fight whether with words or actions. Green is just quiet"

"And you?"

"I don't know, I'm just a confusing part I suppose"

"...it's okay to be scared"

Blue stared at the flames, eyes becoming wet. "Is it?"

"Yeah. I've been scared before. I know how it feels to be scared and feel like you can't do anything at times. Just hoping that something will save you or imagining a million possibilities in which this would have never happened"

"She had me killed... I'm afraid of going back there. It was scary, but I'm also afraid of myself. Am I... good enough for any of you? Or will I be replaced?"

"No, we wouldn't let that happen. You need to remember that you're a part of this family"

"...you are too"

Jason looked at Blue "Guess I can't really give advice if I'm not gonna do it myself when it applies" Blue looked right back at Jason "If I'm ever tossed aside... could I count on you as well?" "Anytime"

#damian wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #mentioned alfred pennyworth #mentioned bruce wayne #i've always wanted to play around with the concept of damian's emotions being separated and delved into by the family