#back on the show with a singular lightbulb

[jemmaasimmons]

AGENTS OF SHIELD 4.08, "The Laws of Inferno Dynamics"

#aosedit #agents of shield #marveledit #fitzsimmonsedit #fitzsimmons #userlix #userlolo #tuserjana #sallysimpsons #useranne #jemmablossom #tusercarolina #userteresa #tuseralice #dailymarvelgifs #leo fitz #jemma simmons #aos #*mine #back on the show with a singular lightbulb #if you saw this post with the wrong number and ep title no you didn't

[navybrat817]

Dark and Light

Pairing: Winter Soldier x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You learn the real reason why Hydra wants to keep you.

Word Count: Over 2.65k

Warnings: Threat of dubcon/noncon, minor character death, violence, canon divergent, captivity, brainwashing, slight feels (it's me, okay?), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: It's been almost 3 years since the last part of Soldat and Sparrow. Are you lovelies still interested? ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @silkholland . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The cell they kept you in this time was larger than your last. It didn't make it any less uncomfortable. The thick gray walls surrounding you made the room suffocatingly quiet and hollow. You only knew the color thanks to the singular lightbulb in the center of the ceiling, too high for you to try and make a weapon out of the glass. Without windows, you didn't know it was dark or light outside.

There was no escape, but you couldn't give up hope.

It was maddening not knowing the time of day as you played the waiting game on the worn mattress in between meals and sleeping. The screams of your lover played on a morbid loop in your mind and you had to will yourself to not let tears surface. Other than temporary relief for your emotions and aching heart, crying would do you no good. It never did.

What you needed to do was focus.

The man on the bridge.

He triggered something inside of the Winter Soldier. Something Hydra wanted to keep locked away. But what was it?

Bucky. He called him Bucky. He knew him. But how?

Two hard knocks on the door pushed the thought away before it swung open. Narrowing your eyes as Brock walked in, you wondered if he could’ve been a good man in another life and fought for the people who needed it most the way he pretended to. This wasn’t that life though. He chose his side.

The wrong side.

“You know, I don’t get it,” he said, crossing his arms as he stood in the doorway. He didn’t hide the lust from his eyes as he looked you over. “I mean, the Asset does his job well, but it’s like he forgets all about being a soldier when he’s deep in your pussy.”

“What can I say? I guess my pussy’s just that good,” you sneered, not in the mood for his taunts or anything else.

“Is that right? Maybe he should fuck your ass next to get the stick out of it,” he snapped back. “Or are you too stuck up for that?”

Pierce had a range of prostitutes lined up to satisfy his soldiers, but Brock didn’t hide how pissed off he was that you were “given” to the Asset after that fateful training day. He claimed it was special treatment. He dropped the issue almost as quickly as it was brought up, which led you to believe he was either reprimanded or given something to shut him up.

“Is that what bothers you, Rumlow? That I'd rather fuck him than you?” You asked, tilting your head as you regarded him. “And just so we’re clear, I’ll never want you.”

Brock clenched his fists as he took a step forward. “You really are a fucking-”

“Let her be,” a melodic voice ordered behind him, making you stiffen as he moved out of the way.

The doctor, or Doc as most called him, stepped into the room with a kind smile on his face. Unassuming in stature, you knew better from the start than to judge him by appearance. The man was a snake in the grass ready to spread his venom to unsuspecting victims.

“How are you?” He asked.

You kept your eyes on him as he moved closer, doing your best not to show any emotion. The doctor somehow made you more uncomfortable than Rumlow and that said something. “How do you think I'm doing?”

“Hmm. Not well, I'm sure.”

“You guessed correctly,” you said.

You didn’t know why he bothered asking. Maybe he thought he was better than the others because he didn't physically hurt you. If anything, his indifference to the evil around him made it worse. It told you that he either justified or accepted it.

Either way, he disgusted you.

“Don't worry. You'll have the Soldat back soon and I’m sure you'll feel all better,” he assured you.

“You wiped him,” you reminded him, your voice cracking.

His screams echoed in your mind again, your heart aching as you tried to block it out. When pain knocked on the door, it didn't wait for an answer. It broke it down and made itself at home. But in the pain Hydra inflicted, the soldier found solace with you and you found the same with him. The light for each other within the darkness.

While you failed to protect him and couldn't stop what they did to his mind, you had to believe you’d help heal his soul once you had him back.

“We did indeed as we have many times.”

You knocked his hand away as he tried to place it on your shoulder, your stomach turning from his words. “Don't touch me.”

He held his hands up in surrender as he took a step back. “I mean no harm.”

“All of you mean harm,” you whispered.

The Soldat was your only bright spot in this nightmare. Ironic that he thought you were fire, bright and warm. The truth was you burned because of him. He was your eternal fuel that made the flames grow.

“I only want what is best for you,” Doc argued, his eyes void of any emotional depth behind his rimless glasses.

“Liar,” you whispered.

An exasperated sigh left his lips. “Now, now. I really do want what’s best for you. Don't you realize how important you are?”

“I'm not important,” you said. You never were. “Pierce made it clear that I don't have a purpose.”

But if that was the case, why were you still alive?

The doctor's chuckle made your blood run cold. “That's what he wants you to think. You see, the more they cut you down and make you question your worth, the easier it becomes for you to comply. Because by that point you’re so desperate for survival you'll do what is asked of you,” he explained, pushing his glasses up. “Yet you still only comply to an extent. It’s rather fascinating.”

He stared at you like you were a bug under a magnifying glass. And wasn’t that what you were to him? An experiment or something for him to study? “I haven't complied. I won't.”

“Oh, but you have,” Brock chimed in. You almost forgot he was still in the room. “Those missions you completed. The lives you took.”

Bile rose in your throat as images of violence and blood flashed in your mind. They would haunt you for the rest of your days. “No, I didn't want to hurt anyone.”

“Of course, you didn't. It’s as I said: desperation. You did what you had to do to survive,” the false sympathy from Doc grated on your nerves. “Don't let the weight of those souls wear you down. They were meaningless. But you? Oh, you are meant for more.”

He attempted to touch you again, but his hand moved toward your stomach this time instead of your shoulder. “I said don't touch me!” you snapped, scrambling backward to put distance between the two of you. As much as you wanted to hurt him, Brock was still there and could do a lot of damage.

The doctor pressed his lips together before he smirked. “Pierce and Rumlow are right. You have a hold on him. Even with his programming and orders, it all comes back to you,” he said, your body going rigid. Where was he going with this? “And it’s you that we want to carry his child.”

Your stomach churned again, but you weren’t sure if it was more at the thought that he wanted to force a child on you or that he’d try and force your soldier to impregnate you. “Care to repeat that?”

“You’re going to carry his child. You’re going to give birth to the perfect soldier. And you’ll keep doing so,” he said slowly like you were a petulant child, standing tall and proud as your mouth fell open in horror. “You’re the perfect incubator.”

Your stomach sank as you looked between him and Brock, wishing it was a sick joke. “No, I won't.”

“You think you have a choice?” The doctor questioned nonchalantly, like he was asking what you wanted for dinner. “And do you think the Asset needs to remember exactly what you mean to him to fuck you? I guess we'll see if he does. Science versus instinct.”

The room became eerily silent as the doctor gave you his first genuine smile since he walked in. You struggled to get your bearings and process the words. That was why you were still alive. They were going to make you an incubator. Force your soldier to breed you. They would take another choice away from him. And raise your children in captivity.

In Hell on earth.

“Well, that shut the bitch up,” Brock chuckled.

Before you could think, you launched yourself from the bed. The doctor’s eyes widened as you tackled him to the ground, unable to brace himself as you landed the first blow to his face. You straddled his waist, the second hit knocking his glasses away as fury rushed through your veins like a wildfire. He didn’t try to fight you off.

You could’ve cried. Screamed. Anything to keep him from making his twisted plan a reality.

The sound of a gun cocking stopped you from hitting Doc a third time.

“I won’t kill you,” Brock said, your fist frozen in the air as you looked toward him. Your chest heaved as you stared down the barrel of the gun. “But I’ll make it hurt if you don’t get up.”

“Go ahead,” you said through clenched teeth.

The doctor coughed, but held up a hand. “No shooting,” he croaked as you looked at him out of the corner of your eye. “No harming her.”

Brock’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. “She can still lie down and take a cock if-”

None of you could have foreseen the metal hand punching through the wall. Before you could blink, the hand closed around Brock’s shoulder and pulled him through, his cry of pain silenced almost immediately by the sound of a gunshot. The doctor beneath you was long forgotten as you scrambled to your feet just in time to see your soldier step into the room through the hole, his face obscured by his typical mask and goggles.

But you felt his gaze on you as he stood like a dark angel ready to avenge you.

Hope launched into your chest like a shooting star as you smiled. “Soldat,” you whispered.

He came for you. Found you. But the star that filled your heart quickly faded when he didn’t move toward you or say “Sparrow”.

The dread grew stronger when he holstered his gun and took out his signature knife.

Was this the beginning of the end?

The doctor smiled as he wiped the blood from his lap and slowly stood up. “You really think he’s here to save you? Oh, no. He just doesn’t want any competition near his breeding partner,” he taunted as your eyes stung. “Back from your assignment early, Soldat? Good. Now you can complete your mission.”

The Winter Soldier tilted his head before he took a step forward.

You remained rooted to the spot, casting your fear that he’d force himself on you aside. “Bucky,” you said, using the name you heard. His real name. A tear rolled down your cheek when he flinched and tightened his fingers around the handle. “I’m not going to fight you. Or hurt you. Do you know why?”

Another step forward, your heart pounded as you stood as still as a statue. “Why?” He asked, the word clear to you through his mask.

The tears flowed freely as he stopped in front of you and slipped his goggles off, your heart breaking when he dispassionately looked at you. “Because I’m your Sparrow. Remember? My fire burns for you and you only,” you told him and pointed to your chest. You needed him to remember. “We swore we’d be free together. Somehow.”

“Don’t listen to her. Breed her and be done with it,” the doctor ordered.

The soldier’s brows furrowed before his metal hand came up around your neck, not squeezing or bringing you any harm.

But it felt like a warning.

“You won’t hurt me,” you breathed out, placing your hand on his arm as you kept your panic at bay. “They won’t break me. And I won’t leave you,” you promised, echoing his words when he took you the first time. “I’m yours.”

No matter what they forced him to do to you, he would never be to blame.

The doctor had the gall to smack the flesh arm when he made no move to shove you down on the bed or remove your clothes. “Finish your mission. Now.”

“It’s okay,” you mouthed.

Somehow, it would be okay.

“My mission…” the soldier began mechanically, not taking his eyes off you as he plunged the knife into the doctor’s jugular. You weren’t sure you could breathe. “Is to keep my Sparrow safe.”

An intake of air caught your sob as the metal hand fell away, the doctor collapsing as he tried in vain to stop the blood from leaving his body. It was useless. And a kinder death than he deserved.

“Hail,” he gurgled, his fingers stained red. “Hydra.”

“Just shut up and die,” you snapped as your soldier ripped his mask off. “Soldat,” you said, softer, almost crying all over again.

“Sparrow,” he whispered.

There was nothing gentle or sweet in the way pressed his lips to yours, but it was warm and safe as he pulled you against you. Your arms slipped around him as you returned the kiss, your cheeks still wet from crying. For a second there, you thought you’d lost him. For once, fate decided not to be cruel to you.

It brought you back together.

“I’m sorry I couldn't get to you sooner,” he said when he allowed you a moment to breathe, quickly scanning as much of you as he could. “Did they hurt you?”

“No, I’m okay. I just thought…” you trailed off with a shake of your head. “You came back to me.”

But how?

“I’ll always find you, Sparrow,” he said, touching your cheek as your heart swelled. “Steve helped me remember a lot of things. Including you.”

“The man on the bridge? You saw him again?” You asked before an alarm sounded, the blaring force echoing in the room.

“Yes. And his friend is sending reinforcements, so we need to go,” he said over the noise, nudging the doctor’s body with the toe of his boot before he stepped on his glasses.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

Where could you go since you no longer had a home? You had so many questions, but understood that you’d have to wait for answers. Getting out of there in one piece was your priority.

“Somewhere safe,” he answered, fear flickering in his eyes for a moment. “Do you trust me?”

“With my life,” you promised without hesitation. And anything else you had to offer him.

The next kiss was one of gentleness, relief, and thanks. “One thing before we leave.”

“What’s that?” You asked as he took your hand.

Love and determination filled his eyes as he glanced back at you and put a gun in your other hand. “We burn it down.”

You could hardly contain the fire inside you as you smiled. “Together.”

You didn’t know what the reinforcements would do or what would await you once you got out. It didn’t matter. Your soldier found his way back to you and you would follow wherever he went. The two of you would finally leave Hydra behind.

In a pile of rubble and ash.

But you’d find out soon enough that the man on the bridge wouldn't let your soldier go either.

I'll try not to let so much time pass before the next update. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

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[thetypingpup]

Hard thots:

Who, out of Ateez, do you think would appreciate you being a welcomed distraction at work by showing up in a short skirt with no underwear on?

This just screams Wooyoung to me. Like he'd be the type where, as soon as he saw you like that, he'd take you into the file room or some other abandoned space in the office. He wouldn't say much, he'd only say a simple "Come with me" to keep from saying too much in front of everyone.

As soon as he has you to himself, he'd reach up your skirt and start teasing you. He'd start whispering in your ear like he's got all the time in the world, fingers dancing over your slick folds, as he tells you he appreciates your little surprise. He'd start fingering out, making you fall apart, making you grab the shelf behind you as you legs begin to shake. The singular lightbulb shines on you like a spotlight as he effortlessly coaxes an orgasm from you, his pleased expression illuminated in the light. He keeps talking, keeps telling you how much he loves this little surprise of yours, as he kisses down your body and kneels in front of you. Shoving his head up your skirt he makes you cum again, letting you rest your leg on his shoulder. By the time you're on your third orgasm, both of your legs are balanced over his shoulders, his hands grasping you to hold you up as he greedily devours your pussy. He contemplates making a complete mess of you, eating you out again just to make your juices drip onto the floor. He thinks about fucking you right here and now, cumming deep inside you just watch it drip out of you and onto the floor. The thought of it has his cock twitching in his pants as he moans against your core.

But he decides to pull back, lewdly licking his lips while you eye him with a bewildered expression. He makes a show of sliding his fingers into his mouth and sucking off the last remnants of your release, and your pussy clenches with longing, already wanting to feel his fingers inside you again. You were certain he was gonna give in and fuck you right here and now, but instead, he simply stands, and moves your clothes back into place.

"Just to give us both something to look forward to." He explains with a deceptively chaste kiss to your cheek, and you can feel him smile against your skin. "I'll see you tonight, baby."

When his coworkers ask why he's so happy, he doesn't exactly explain why this was the best lunch break ever, but the scent of your pussy on his breath is enough of a giveaway.

#ateez smut #ateez wooyoung smut #ateez x you #ateez x reader #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung x you

[diazsdimples]

WIP Wednesday

Hi! I was really hoping to have something new from Single Dads AU to share but I am unfortunately deathly ill (dramatic, I have a chest infection) and my brain has forgotten how words work. So instead, have a little bit of Secret Fic with @hippolotamus, which is being chipped away at!

Tagged by @theotherbuckley, PLEASE go check out her chronic pain Buck snip, it is SO CUTE

As he does this, Buck remembers something else about the show, something Hen had mentioned with a grimace in passing. “Hey, you know they’ve just finished filming the last episode? Feels weird that it’s ending, they’ve been doing it for 22 years now.”  Buck lets out a small chuckle, thinking about all the time Eddie’s dedicated to watching every episode. Eddie’s not usually one to binge watch TV series (or to admit to it at least, Buck’s got a sneaking suspicion he’s been watching Survivor behind Buck’s back), so Eddie sitting down to watch 20something seasons of a singular show is a big deal. “It’s going to be sad to see them go right? Eds?” And there it is. Eddie’s ugly secret. The reason he - a grown ass man in his thirties - is curled up in his bed like a kid scared of the dark, clinging to his husband. He bites his lip and squeezes his eyes shut, tries to control his breathing but it’s no good. A high pitched whine escapes, leading into an undeniable sob.  Eddie buries himself further into Buck’s body, hoping his broad frame will absorb the shaking and blubbering. Buck is the one who freezes this time. He’s figured it out. Because he knows Eddie, the pieces have all clicked together. The lightbulb has turned on.

no pressure tagging @hippolotamus @watchyourbuck @thewolvesof1998 @disasterbuckdiaz @puppyboybuckley @bucksbackwardcap @fortheloveofbuddie @spotsandsocks @aroeddiediaz @daffi-990 @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @wikiangela @buckbuckgoose @exhuastedpigeon @cal-daisies-and-briars @wildlife4life @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @evanbegins @nmcggg @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @rainbow-nerdss @kitteneddiediaz @elvensorceress @epicbuddieficrecs @smilingbuckley @actuallyitsellie @spagheddiediaz @thekristen999

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[whumpsoda]

A Weak Mind

I’m going insane I’ve been writing so much lately it’s crazy

I reallyyy like this one, so I hope you enjoy!

I wrote a part two as well :D Part two

cw: restraints, mild cursing, hypnosis/conditioning, pet whump

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Villain couldn’t move.

The countless restraints made sure of that.

They also ensured his instinctive panic upon gaining back consciousness. He struggled, fought against the leather straps, but of course the fight was futile. Even while squirming so determinedly, he was stuck.

Almost immediately upon his awakening, the room echoed with boisterous screams and shouts. Some were made from confusion, some anger. “Where am I!? What the fuck’s going on!? Let me out! Let me out! I’m going to fucking kill you!” Furious spittle flew from his mouth.

He could barely make out the area around him, only being able to make out a few cluttered tables. Villain continued spitting malicious roars at seemingly nothing.

Minutes passed.

So many minutes, he had no way of telling how many. 

His voice had become hoarse and strangled from the screaming. His words were slowing, quieting, coming to a stop. No one was there. He was alone in a strange place, strapped rigidly to an uncomfortable chair.

“Just fucking… show yourself already… asshole…” No response.

A click.

Villain would’ve looked if he could, but the noise came from behind him, and his head was currently not allowed that type of movement. Or any, really. 

His raspy voice picked up slightly. “Fight me… dickhead…” The determined steps approached closer, until the mysterious figure had walked right past him, practically ignoring the man strapped to the chair.

As the figure walked past, Villain caught a mumble stumbling from the figure’s lips. “Fuck. I missed the best part.” In return Villain forced his voice to return out of pure rage, but continued insults did nothing to catch the attention of the person rummaging around the room. 

A faint hand reached to the ceiling, and with another slight click a singular lightbulb lit across the room. Villain could make out the person a bit better now, their stretched frame, their long silky dark hair. Every step of theirs was determined, made with purpose as they circled around several locations. 

Superhero.

“Hey, fucker-”

“Hush. I’ll be with you in a minute.” Villain recoiled. She was speaking to him as if he were an elementary school child. 

The woman flicked a simple switch, and blue light cast upon the room. Half of one entire wall was filled top to bottom by what appeared to be some sort of giant computer. Superhero mumbled to herself comfortably, as if there wasn’t a man subdued in a chair mere feet away. “Where’s that setting… ah, here it is.” They carefully turned several notches on a large dial.

Villain was quiet, too quiet. He couldn’t ignore the fear anymore, his voice wouldn’t conjure up noise any longer. So many terrified thoughts ran through his mind, blocking out the fact that the woman was now walking his direction. 

She had something wrapped delicately in her hands, a mask-like object. Wires sprouted from all sides, running to who knows where. 

She lifted the bulky box up to Villain’s face, easily slipping it over his head despite his struggles. “Hey, hey! What the hell is going on!? Get this shit off of me!” The mask felt like a mix between a pair of goggles and a VR headset, enveloping his vision and nose. His vision was filled with complete darkness.

A finger rested over his thin lips, ceasing his yells. “Hush. It’ll be okay soon.” Villain could only hear the person’s steps stalking around the room, now. 

Seconds later, he heard yet another mechanical click.

His vision was overwhelmed by a bright lavender light. Villain urgently squeezed his eyes tight, refusing to open them. As he sat there, the color trying to seep into his eyeballs, a pair of bulky headphones slipped over his ears, and nimble fingers began massaging his head.

He could hear faint voices at first, or maybe all the same one, he couldn’t tell. Not until they grew louder, and louder. They blocked out any of his thoughts, a tight grasp leaking into his brain. 

Most of the voices Villain did not recognize. One of them though, the very loudest, he definitely did.

“Hero…?”

“Open your eyes, Villain. Let the light in. It’s meant to help, Villain, it won’t hurt. Open your eyes.” All of the voices robotically chanted the same words in his ears, constantly looping back to the beginning.

Villain held back, he held back as long as he could possibly manage, but soon, he wanted to do it. To open his eyes. He wanted to see it. His curiosity got the best of him. At least that’s what he believed. 

As soon as his eyes fluttered open, he never wanted to shut them again. He couldn’t even make out the images, the words. His brain was clouding, the visuals taking a hold on him.

As soon as his eyes opened, the voices picked up. “Good, Villain, so good. Such a good boy.” An intense, pleasurable feeling spread throughout Villain’s body upon the praise. The scratching upon his head mixed with the traveling feeling felt better than anything ever had before. It had to have been the most enjoyable feeling he had ever felt. It felt like heaven.

Villain yearned for more.

He continued to focus on the screen, the words and imagery becoming clearer and clearer. He was so focused, so obsessed.

“Focus, Villain. Relax, focus.” His body cuddled into the chair, it’s once uncomfortable feel being replaced with an unhealthily beautiful one. “Focus, Villain. You’re doing so well, so good. Read the words, Villain, repeat them.” 

The words began to spill out of Villain like water. 

“Obedience.”

Good.

“Submissive.”

Good boy.

“Do…cile.”

Good boy, Villain.

“Oh…obediencccceee…”

Good boy, Villain.

“Sub… submisshivvvee…”

Good boy, Villain.

“Da… da-docillllleee…”

Good boy, Villain.

“Pettt...”

Good boy, Pet.

The constant praise was filling his senses completely, overriding everything else, liquefying his brain. The pleasure he felt was constant and unimaginable. The words, the voices, the ideas, mixed together in a mix of marvelous pleasure. 

Any previous feelings of fear or anger had melted away so long ago, not even an afterthought to Villain. He wanted this. He wanted the good feels. He wanted it to continue forever. Submitting didn’t feel so bad anymore.

Each new flashing image, surrounded by the tender purple color, pulled Villain in deeper. His brain was melting, turning to mush. He couldn’t think. He shouldn’t think.

He didn’t want to think.

The words didn’t make sense anymore. To him the images were now accompanied by symbols completely foreign to him. The meaningless words though, they pulled him in, comforted him.

The voices continued, whispering sounds, some nonsensically to him, just like the words on the screen.

Except on the screen and in the voices, there were a few he could make out. The words he did understand, the ones he wanted to.

Obedient, submissive, docile.

Sit, stay, rollover.

Good boy.

Sweet pet.

They swirled in his mind, plastered across the walls of his brain. 

Villain sniffed vigorously. A scent had been released in front of him, released from the mask. He was caught completely in the familiar smell that filled his nose. 

“Sweet pet. Be so good for me won’t you? Your best behavior?” It was just one voice now ringing through his ears. The familiar voice. The one that had constantly remained the loudest. 

The scent matched the voice perfectly, causing Villain’s head to go wild.

“Heeeroooooo…” His voice didn’t even feel like his anymore. 

The voice, the scent, the words.

He could muster no thoughts, his head empty and smooth, enforced by the firm massaging of delicate fingers.

The imagery looped, so did the familiar words. Over and over again. The many voices returned behind the main one, filling his ears. Villain had no desire for it to end, not a drop in his whole body. 

His being was encased in a pure sense of bliss, relishing in the sweet buzz of the voice.

As soon as it had started, the experience stopped. Villain barely even noticed, his mind too compromised to understand. The fingers lifted from his hair, the headphones  gently being slipped off. The mask stayed on.

“What are you?” Villain recognized the voice instantly, one of the many that had been feeding him praises only moments ago.

He wasted no time mulling over a response.

“Pppetttt…” his words were slurred, coated in a fuzzy glaze.

“Who do you belong to, Pet?”

“Hhheerrrooooo…” Each time an automatic response exited his mouth, a feeling of intense satisfaction spiked inside him once again.

“Good boy. You’ve done so well, Hero will be so pleased. We only have a little more to go.”

Villain’s smile, desperate for the praise, stretched.

“Once you can’t so much as speak, it’ll all be over.

You’ll be fixed.”

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Soon enough, the mask finally slipped from his flushed cheeks.

Villain had no idea how long it had been, hours, days, maybe even weeks, the concept of time no longer carrying any meaning to him.

As the restraints he had gotten so used to were all unclipped, his whole body slumped, sliding out of the chair and onto the tiled flooring. He stationed himself on all fours, instinctively. Villain’s eyes sat half-lidded, heavy after being open for so long. He was still, prepared for instruction.

A thin, tall mirror was stationed several feet in front of him. Superhero was positioned next to it, guiding his eyes into the reflection. Someone, the one staring back at him, looked unruly and unkempt. Their hair was a mess, their clothes wrinkled and slipping. Their eyes were hollow, blank. Something sat on around their neck, something thick and irritating. 

A dog collar.

Villain didn’t even comprehend the fact that it was himself he was looking at.

“Do you like it?” No response. The words meant nothing to him, not registering in his feeble mind. “Too easy,” the person flipped around, stepping to a hook on the wall. They slipped a long, thin piece of fabric off, with a clip on the end. “I was really hoping for more of a fight.

At least I’ve got a wonderful gift for hero.”

#whump #whumpblr #brainwashing #mind control whump #pet whump #villain whumpee #hypnosis #superhero whumper #villain #hypnosis whump #hypnotized #My writing #writing drabble

[typh0nas]

Your Safety is My Priority

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Content Warnings: angst to fluff, mentions of blood, violence lol(ie. slight torture sequence ig???), sexual innuendo when Hex shows up LMAO

Character(s): GN!Reader(no pronouns mentioned), Ver Vermillion, Kotoka Torahime, Doppio Dropscythe, Hex Haywire

Authors Notes: holy shit ive been gone for a bit im so sorry guys. Anyways this is somewhat based on that one ASMR that kaichou posted where we're tied up with him hehe, but this time you're the only one that was kidnapped LOL

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Your Safety is My Priority

Darkness envelops your senses. You're vaguely aware of the steady drip of water behind you, and of the chilling cold that sinks into your bones. You groan softly, the wooden chair pressing against your back and the ropes binding your hands rubbing against your skin, most likely leaving marks for you to wince at in the coming days. If that's even possible to say the least. You're not sure where you are, or how much time has passed. Your memory is hazy, bleary images flashing through your mind as you attempt to recall what even led up to your current predicament.

Right, you were in the council room waiting for Ver to arrive. He had asked you to meet him there, letting you know that he had something important to tell you. Even though you and Ver aren't together, there was no denying the lingering touches and the stares that lasted longer than they should have when it came to the two of you. Your brow furrows, as what happened next is a hazy blur.

A rough jerk of your head startles you out of your thoughts and you wince at the blinding lights. "Owwwww..." you hiss, squinting up at your captor, arms folded in front of them. "Really, is that any way to treat your guests? Rather rude to manhandle them," you laugh softly, attempting to make light of your situation whilst observing the surrounding room. The room is dark, save for the singular lightbulb practically blinding you, making it even harder to make out your surroundings. You can sense someone in front of you but their features are unclear to you, the shadows practically enveloping them.

"You shut your mouth," A gruff voice growls out, pain erupting in your jaw. You cough, the metallic tang of blood filling your mouth, and you're pretty sure that's gonna leave a nasty bruise behind.

"Oooooo, the boss isn't gonna like that," another voice cuts in. Although you can't see them clearly, you can practically hear the smirk in their voice. "But then again..." their face comes into focus and you practically grimace from how close they are. They grab your jaw and you let out a small yelp of pain, gritting your teeth, "Why should I care?" Steeling yourself you bite down, hard. Teeth meet flesh and again, the taste of blood floods your senses. You're pretty sure you've cut deep into their hand, which gives you a sense of satisfaction. The individual let out a yell of pain, their expression hardening, any instance of mock sympathy gone from their gaze. They scoff, cradling their injured hand, blood streaming down from the punctures in their hand.

The wind is knocked out of you, and pain erupts in your lower abdomen. Their leg makes contact with your stomach, kicking you so hard it sends you and the chair you're tied to crashing to the floor. You cough again, wheezing as you try to catch your breath, completely disoriented. After a moment, your chair is uprighted once more, your head lolling down.

"You should have just left them there," the second voice comments, meanwhile the first person says nothing, roughly putting you back in place. Your head spinning, you can practically sense yourself slipping in and out of consciousness, struggling to keep your head up. "Whatever, let's just leave them here for now. We can deal with them later." Their footsteps recede into the background and you finally succumb to unconsciousness.

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Ver's POV

His leg bounces anxiously, fingers fidgeting as he checks the time. It's been an hour and still no sign of you showing up. He sighs, wondering if his impromptu request was too jarring.

He perks up, hearing the sound of hurried footsteps outside the council room door. With a smile on his face, Ver is able to envision the flustered state you would be in, while profusely apologizing for being late.

A knock at the door alerts him of someone outside. Clearing his throat, Ver gets up from his chair, leaning against the desk. "Come in," his voice is light. However, instead of you, he's instead greeted by Kotoka. Ver frowns, "Koto? Did something happen?" Kotoka pauses, her brow furrowed. "In a way," she sighs softly, "It has to do with Y/N."

Ver can feel his blood run cold, eyes widening slowly. "What do you mean, 'it has to do with Y/N?' Did something happen?" His expression hardens, his hands balling into fists. Ver's thoughts are racing, worry overtaking him. What if something happened to you? Is this why you were so late? Where were you now? Ver knew you were capable of taking care of yourself, but the worry gnawed at him.

Kotoka places a gentle hand on his shoulder, startling Ver out of his spiraling thoughts. Pulling out her phone, she opens up a tracker app, showing Ver. "This was the last known location of their phone." Wordlessly, Ver takes the device from her hands, realization slowly dawning on him. "I should have known..." he murmurs, taking a deep breath, "It seems I didn't clear up all the loose ends from my previous mission....and now I'm paying the price for it."

"Should I have Doppi handle this?" Kotoka gazes up at Ver, concern etched on her face. Ver pauses, before handing back Kotoka's phone to her. "No, there's no need. I will deal with this personally." Slipping on his coat and heading towards the door, he stops for a moment, turning back to Kotoka. "Let the others know I'm going out, but I'll be back soon."

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You don't know how long you had been stuck there, but at this point, your hands had gone numb, you were shivering from the incessant draft wafting into the dank, dark basement, and you're pretty sure you had a few broken ribs, based on the way it hurt to breathe. To put things simply, you were quite miserable and in a terrible state. Your captors had long since vacated the basement area, leaving you alone to your thoughts.

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"Ver," you scold him gently, "You've been working for 4 hours straight, I think you should take a break." Despite the way your arms are crossed over your chest, a smile threatens to break out on your face. Ver sighs softly, rubbing his neck sheepishly, breaking eye contact from the mountain of paperwork on his desk. "I promise I will after I finish this. It's important that I finish and submit this proposal before the due date-"

"Nope!" You pull the pen out of his grasp, pushing the paperwork away from him. Ver lets out a noise of protest, his expression resembling that of a kicked dog. Taking his hands in yours, you pull him up and out of his chair. Getting behind him, you push him towards the door. "Come on 아저씨, you've been working for so long now, I think you deserve some time to yourself. Besides your stuff isn't due until two weeks from now, so I think you can take some time for yourself. Also, you've been sitting at that desk for so long I can practically hear your joints popping and cracking," You teased him, a bright smile on your face. Ver relents, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "Alright, alright I'll take a break. Only because you asked so nicely," he laughs softly, his hand wrapping around yours, fingers intertwining with yours. You feel your face grow warm, not expecting him to be so forward.

Ver tilts his head curiously to the side, before realizing what he had done, his face also flushing. "Oh whoops, I didn't mean to do that, it was instinctual I swear!" He's clearly flustered and you panic a little, feeling him start to let go, tightening your grip on his hand. Ver stares at you, eyes wide from surprise, almost as if he didn't expect you to continue holding onto him. The two of you stand there in between the council room doorway and the hallway, both of you speechless and unsure of how to proceed.

"Oh? Do my eyes deceive me? What do we have here?" Doppio's head peaks around the corner, a mischievous grin on his face. "Looks like you finally made a move, good on you Ver." His grin widens, shooting Ver a thumbs up. You and Ver both flush various shades of red, letting go of each other's hands. "We're not dating Doppi, it's not what it looks like!" You exclaim, trying to explain why you and Ver were holding hands. Another person peeks around the corner, a skeptical look on his face. "Yeesh, you guys really need to get a room, why don't you go back into the council room so you guys can continue eye-fucking each other in privacy."

"Hex shut up."

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Yelling from above you is the first thing you can hear in your dazed state. A headache rages in your skull, and you lean against the wall. The cool concrete provides some solace, quelling the pounding in your head. The door crashes open, and a pair of frantic footsteps make their way towards you. You open your eyes slightly, immediately recognizing the person before you.

"Y/N!" You can hear the worry seeping into Ver's voice, his hands reaching to cup your face. You unintentionally flinch against him, your head jerking back from the pain in your jaw. Ver's gaze widens, his eyes trailing down to the bruise on your cheek, understanding dawning on him. He presses a gentle hand against your shoulder, conflicting emotions crossing his face.

"Ver-" your voice croaks out. Ver moves to your side, his hands make their way down to the ropes binding yours, a slight grimace on his face. "I'm so, so sorry. I was careless, and because of that you got dragged into my mess," his bangs hang over his eyes, hiding his expression from you. You open your mouth to speak, but you keel over, slight movement from your end turning a dull ache into sharp pain. Ver catches you, supporting you as his hands work his way around the rope. After a moment you clear your throat, looking him in the eyes.

"It's not your fault, trust me. You can't blame yourself for the actions of other people," your voice is scratchy and hoarse, most likely from disuse. He shakes his head, sighing softly, "But I'm the reason you're here now...aren't I?" He pauses, eyes trailing over your figure, seemingly taking in your injured state. "You got hurt because of my carelessness. I have no one to blame but myself."

Finally, after some frustration, he relents, pulling out a small knife, making quick work of the rope. It falls to the ground and you pull your wrists up, rotating them to get the blood flowing again. Your hands feel clammy and numb, and you can see the indents in your wrists, your skin rubbed raw. Ver moves down in front of you, kneeling as he works on cutting away the rope tying your ankles to the chair. Swiftly the rope falls away and your legs are free. You shakily push yourself up off the chair but you stumble, knees weak.

An arm reaches around you to support you. Ver hoists you up as delicately as possible, guilt etched on his face. "Ver-" you whisper, and his head tilts in your direction, indicating that he's listening to you. "I already said this earlier, but this was not your fault alright? I know you're bound to have many enemies, but I know that you'll always be there for me, no matter what happens. These things happen, especially in your line of work," you wheeze out, limping towards the stairs leading upstairs with Ver's help.

Ver gasps softly, a faint flush on his face, "I'm sorry," he murmurs, and you jolt a little, hearing how close his voice is to your ear. "I still can't help but feel guilty because I wasn't able to protect you fully...and I care a lot about you. You mean a lot to me, I'm being serious."

You blink, slightly surprised. You were expecting Ver to be worried about you, but his sudden confession catches you off guard. "...Thank you," you mumble quietly, "For coming to get me, kaichou." He pauses, his stare lingering on you, a quiet laugh emerging from him, "Of course, I will always come save you if you're in danger, no matter what the stakes are."

The two of you stop in front of the imposing staircase, and you wince a little, trying to figure out how you would hobble upstairs. Without warning, you feel your feet lift off of the floor and you let out a yelp, finding yourself in a bridal carry. Ver seemingly lifts you with ease, and you blush feeling his body pressed up against yours. Warmth emanates from him, and as embarrassed as you are, you can't help but lean into him.

You both reach the top of the stairs, emerging into a large warehouse. You peek out a bit, eyes widening at the sight of all the unconscious bodies strewn across the floor. Ver strides towards the open door off to the side, the slight breeze causing you to shiver. Ver takes notice of this, gently setting you down against the wall so you could lean against it for support. You protest a little, already missing his warmth, before a familiar coat is draped over you.

Ver kneels down, smiling softly, tucking his coat around you to keep the warmth in. "It's chilly out, so you can have my coat. I'll call the others to come pick us up okay, I'm sure it won't take them too long." His gaze lingers on you for a moment too long, before he reaches into his pocket to grab his phone. He takes a step back, getting up to make the call. Ver's coat provides a comforting weight, and you can't help but snuggle into it a bit, inhaling his scent that lingers in it. You're reminded of how gentle and tender Ver has always been with you.

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It doesn't take long for Ver to finish up his call and he turns back to where you are, only to discover that you've dozed off. He chuckles softly, leaning over you to examine your features. "Ver reaches out to brush a stray hair out of your face but pauses, his hand hovering in the air. "Y/N?" he whispers softly, reaching out to brush a stray hair out of your face but hesitating. His hand hovers in the air, but after some more hesitation, he relents, fingers gently grazing your face. You barely stir, chest rising and falling with each breath that you take. "Heh, you look pretty good with my jacket on you," he mutters, his face becoming flushed. Against his better judgement, he leans over, tucking your hair behind your ear, his lips grazing your forehead ever so slightly.

"Sweet dreams, no harm will befall you as long as I'm here."

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#ashers writing #not a request #nijisanji #nijisanji en #2434 #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji x reader #2434 x reader #xsoleil #xsoleil x reader #ver vermillion #ver vermillion x reader #if ver somehow sees this i will simply pass away LOL

[genesysofthestars]

Day 2 & Day 5

A lie detector. Said to be a liar’s greatest enemy. But Erina could only raise an eyebrow over the old-fashioned machine in front of them. And looking over the companion besides her, it seemed that he, too, wasn’t all that impressed as well.

“So…” the officer once again asked them. “When did you first meet again?”

Erina stopped herself from rolling her eyes as she answered, “In his first day at my brother’s research facility.”

“When I started working in her brother’s research facility,” said Erick at the same time.

Lie. Erina knew it before the machine can analyze their words. However, she was hoping that she can fool her way out because it wasn’t Erina who met Erick that night… it was the phantom thief Singularity.

“Lie. Both of them,” said the technician by the detector.

Well, she tried. Plan B, it was.

“I was expecting only one of you was lying,” muttered the officer. “Not both of you.”

“That’s impossible,” Erick scoffed. Erina didn’t notice the suspicious look he was giving, too busy thinking of a new plan. “Unless we met before without knowing at all.”

A lightbulb sparked in her head with those words. Oh, she thought. This is why he is her all-time favorite.

They wanted the truth. Alright… She’ll give them the truth.

She smiled at Erick. “Well, would you look at that? Perhaps we are soulmates after all.”

He only gave her a look that says, ‘I’m too tired of this shit, please stop.’

And she decided to give him mercy, just for today. “Anyway, back to business, there’s no way we could possibly meet because I’ve been very busy recently… unless you were in a party or a gathering. Have you attended any of sorts…?”

“Only one. The Solaria Ball early this year.”

‘Nicely done, Erick,’

“Oh… I was also there, you know.”

Erick gave her a confused face. He must be thinking about their meeting by the balcony in her heist. But before he could say anything…

“Truth. Both of them.”

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Izumi Kikuchi, head of the Flos Research Facility, attended the Solaria Charity Ball alongside his sister, Erina. Angela Arrington, one of the most respected and renowned scientists, attended the same gathering alongside her beloved nephew, Erick. And with that serving as evidence of the truth, they were free to go.

They wasted no time.

“Ugh, what a pain. I bet that integration wasn’t even related to the case and they were just itching their curiosity,” said Erina. “So… the Solaria Ball, huh?”

“We must have bump each other that night.”

“Or even danced.”

“Nah.” Erick shook his head. “I don’t dance.”

“Oh yeah, because you’re shit at it.”

He rolled his eyes but decided to ignore her jab. It was a long day already. “Can… Can I look at your outfit? In the ball?”

Erina looked at him with a curious gaze but gave him her phone after a minute. It showed a picture of Erina in front of the mirror. Her phone was covering her face so the picture could showcase the outfit of white with blue flowers. His eyes slightly widened in recognition when he saw her hairstyle of pigtails with blue butterflies.

“Oh.”

“Oh? Just oh?”

“Well, I remembered you… just now. You nearly walked through me by the hallway.”

“Really?"

“You were also wearing a butterfly mask, right? I kinda remember thinking that even with it, you’re still cut-“

He stopped himself from saying it… but it was too late.

“Oh my… Did I hear that right? You thought I was cute?”

“No…”

“Lies.”

“Did you suddenly become a lie detector after encountering one?”

“You know what? That’s a good idea. Let’s go back and see if you’re lying just now!”

“Screw you, Erina.”

#(oc: erick) #(oc: erina) #(arc: heist) #writeblr #(Story: Court of Broken Promises) #100 words a day #writing #writers on tumblr #detective x thief

[skyfcx]

Tails do you like playing Board Games?

     “To tell you the truth? No, not really if I’m being honest. The only board game I like is chess, and that’s really just because I’m good at it? I’m not even that crazy about it, frankly. But everyone assumes that because I can knock your socks off in that singular of board games, I’m an aficionado of every other board game under the sun. I mean, I wanted to like board games, but I’ve never really had anyone to play them back at the orpha   ”

       Oh. A pause, and an abrupt one at that. The mind made contact with an immovable object, when did that brick wall get there? Yet this wall, this blockade, this barrier, its length is not ad infinium, there lies a clear path around the stoppage. But there sits a wooden sign at its corner that reads ‘ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO GO THERE’. 

     Right, board games were linked to that time in his life, a casual train of thought had sort of forgotten that before hurdling into the memory at a million miles an hour. A train of thought wandering innocently and aimlessly into a minefield laced with enough explosives to level all of Metropolis Zone with plenty concussive power to spare.  

     “...Back at the orphanage.” he restarted, voice slowing as he did. “There wasn’t much to do in terms of indoor entertainment. The kickballs and frisbees and the likes were kept solely for outdoor play, but if it was raining or we simply weren’t allowed to go outside that day, there really wasn’t much to do.” 

     It’s straining. The words hold the texture of sandpaper and the taste of dust. “Nothing to do except play with the stock of board games that they had there. And, to be fair, they did have a large number of board games in there, and they frequently refreshed what they had to offer. No fault of the people running the place, it was just... the other kids. They, uh...! Well, no, I’ll be blunt, they all hated my guts, so I kind of just had to sit and be bored during inclement weather.” 

     ...There’s a bout of dry, hollowed laughter, perhaps more of a scoff if you will, as his arms cross with realization, with remembrance. Yet remembrance denotes the act of forgetting. These facts were simply ignored. Left behind with the hand of ignorance until they lost shape and meaning in the back recesses of the mind. Eyes sink toward the ground. A decrepit lightbulb beating out the odds of time against If it were possible to smile backwards   

     “Actually, hold on, that’s right! Wow, super forgot about this tidbit, actually. The only reason I started playing chess was because none of the other kids would touch that board game. So they’d actively come over and give it to me when I was trying so desperately to mind my own business. Because of course the smart kid would like chess, right? That’s his game, so let’s let him have it!

     The little brainiac was sure to love the game made especially for him! So let’s give it to him, the little freakshow! Sit around him like he’s a clown on parade and have him show us JUST HOW SMART HE REALLY IS!”

     Exhale.      Inhale...

     Hold it...      Release.

     “I... You ever only realize how hard you bottled something up until you accidentally pop the top on it? Maybe... maybe I should go talk to Amy.”

#(IC.) ''Just call me Tails!'' #(ANSWERS.) ''And that's my scope of the scene!'' #(HEADCANON.) ''Data results may vary.'' #Anonymous #((he's fine dont worry about him))

[mvnces]

"hey," they're across from one another, not too far, on the floor on a mess of a sort of makeshift campsite in the middle of his living room, all blankets and pillows and snacks all around. once he's got gregg's attention away from whatever conspiracy binge they've been watching, he's holding up a singular piece of popcorn, waits long enough so that he gets it, and then eggsy tosses it over, hoping he'll catch it in his mouth. jb and trinity perk up from where they're both two small loaves of warm dog on the edge of the blanket. all in all? a very cozy and comfortable night.

Greggory had always loved the nights with his friends that seemed to be more like middle school sleepovers than anything else. The ones that were filled with snacks and some sort of movies or games — The ones were you knew that you and your friends would not be going to bed until early in the morning? Late in the morning? The record for what Gregg and his friends had managed was five am before they passed out. It was nice. It was fun.

A great break after the end of a long week, too. If a long week could be considered merely milling around at work and being a somewhat respectable adult.

"Huh?" The sound of Eggsy's voice was enough to, after a second, tear Gregg's attention away from the screen of the TV.

He stared at the other for a second before his gaze flickered to the piece of popcorn and back to Eggsy. You could practically see the lightbulb going off above his head when he realized what the Brit was trying to communicate. And, suddenly, Gregg was more serious than he had ever been in his life as his focus sharpened in. He had to quickly lean back, mouth open, to catch the piece of popcorn before his teeth clacked shut. Throwing his arms up in the air, Gregg shot a triumphant grin toward Eggsy as he made a show of chewing and swallowing.

"Hand it over," he said as he leaned out, reaching out for the popcorn. "Now you gotta try."

#likeprotege #( * / answered ; g. lee. ) #love to see two stupid lil foxes bonding with each other #but /god/ imagining the chaos of these two together ?? it's already giving me a headache #love that i'm just plopping greggory in england for him to be besties with the egg too

[talbird]

conversations with my shadow: part two

Labor day weekend. A three day weekend for most, but for me it was just another weekend. I always had Mondays off, and even though there was a holiday attached to this one I had spent it like I had the last several Mondays: alone, in my apartment, with TV sounds in the background as I sat on my couch and looked out the window. Suffering in silence had to be the worst thing ever. Thankfully Shadow isn't here to notice the streaks down my face, the tears that continue to spill over the bottom lashes of my eyes, dampening my skin and causing it to shine from the overcast light outside. Below me on the street I'm watch as a car tries to parallel park. It brings me some amusement, but mostly it reminds me of then.

Then. A blissful time that I ponder on every now and again. What I had thought would've been the first of many - now likely to be a singular memory untouched by repeats. A time when I had truly been myself, had genuinely laughed and smiled. Probably the last time I had actually felt something other than this crushing loneliness.

The car doesn't seem to be getting it and tries one more time, then another, and another - much to the dismay of the traffic that's now piling up as the cars behind this one try to get where they need to be on a Monday evening at 5:37pm. Finally, after some (rather excessive) honking, the car decides to call it a day and pulled out of the spot it was half in, speeding off down the road.

Behind me the front door of the apartment opens - how long had that car been trying to park? - and I turn to see Shadow coming in. He has two plastic bags in each hand, bringing them over to the counters and setting them down. "Dinner?" I ask, praying to anything good above that my voice isn't as scraggly as it was five minutes ago.

He casts me a look, silent for a moment. "No, just some lightbulbs and batteries. You forgot to get them." Oh. I had, hadn't I? Last night, in my dissociated daze, when all I had brought back was ice cream and a package of frozen chicken nuggets (both of which were long gone now). I give a sheepish shrug to which Shadow just rolls his eyes at and continues to put the home necessities away. Watching him do so leaves me feeling anxious for some reason so I look back out of the window.

"Aren't... you the one who asked for it to be this way?"

Shadow's words catch me off guard and I blink, looking back up at him. He's not looking at me and instead rummaging through the fridge. Presumably looking for food, and I swallow hard thinking of what little I have in there. "...Yes and no," I decided to answer truthfully, knowing damn well he can sense lies like a fly to honey. "It's just hard. I guess. But that's my life I suppose." I try to chuckle, make it more lighthearted than the weight I've felt on my chest.

Finally shutting the fridge door in defeat and coming over to the couch Shadow takes a seat on the empty part, resting one arm on the back of the couch and taking the remote. "Did anything in particular happen?"

I shook my head. "Nothing outside of the usual."

"Hmmph."

Shadow doesn't like this, not one bit. He never likes it when I'm like this - sad, broken, not going anywhere. Long gone are the days of him trying to force me out of it though. He knows that won't work, and that only two things can really help me process any changes; time and writing about it.

"...It makes me wonder if any of it was ever... real though."

Another sideways look from Shadow, who'd been flipping through different Netflix shows. I keep my eyes on the TV, refusing to look at him because if I do I know I'll go silent. "I mean of course I know it was. I do. I just... it makes me not want to be... me anymore. Makes me wish I could be someone else."

Shadow lets out a 'hmph' and looks back at the TV. "Their loss, honestly." I roll my eyes and take one of the pillows to smack his shoulder with. He just grunts, but the smirk tells me he was only joking around.

"No one lost anything, you know that damn well." He does have me smiling at that though, which I guess was the main goal all along. Pulling my knees up I hug them tightly against my chest and rest my chin on them. As Shadow continues looking through the options on Netflix, I'm able to catch a faded reflection of myself in the blacks of the screen. Ratty hair that's been up in a bun all weekend day. Puffy eyes. Muscles that have long since lost their tone. Acne that was not as under control as I would've liked.

Lifting my head, I look at Shadow. I open my mouth to ask him a question I know he'll scoff at, but he remains focused on the TV. I know he's aware that I'm looking at him, but that I won't speak until he acknowledges me with a glance - precisely why he isn't doing it. Closing my mouth I sigh and lay my head back down on my knees once again.

"You'll find it again."

At this a tear finds it way out of my eye and rolls down my cheek. I quickly wipe it away with the back of my sweater covered hand before Shadow can see (futile because I know he already did). "Maybe." It's fake, because I know I probably won't. Hell, I hadn't even thought I'd find it once. Twice was asking the impossible to happen.

Shadow just shakes his head and scoffs. "What do you wanna watch?" he asks, and I know for now this conversation has been tabled. He continues flipping through the options, all shows that I've seen before. Comfort shows.

"That one," I say as he lands on a true crime documentary I've already seen a hundred times - maybe more. Shadow clicks on it, and the familiar intro music begins playing.

"I'll go make some popcorn," he offers as he gets off the couch and heads towards the kitchen. I give a thumbs up as I watch the show begin to start, nestling myself back into the couch.

Soon the smell of popcorn will fill the apartment and Shadow will bring it back (along with a blanket) and for a brief while, I'll know I can forget about this haunting sadness.

It's something, at least. Baby steps.

#writer #comfort character #wholesome

[marshallpupfan]

As promised, here it is! The entirety of my Marshall collection!

I started this whole thing in 2019, back when I bought one single figurine to place in front of my computer monitor. Over time, as I became a bigger fan of Marshall and realized just how absolutely crazy I am about him, I ended up buying a few more things until... well, until it eventually became what you see here!

Also, let me tell you one other thing; I never realized just how much I had until I started rearranging/reorganizing a bunch of it! 😅

I figured I’d briefly talk about each section. So, let’s get started!

The majority of the plush dolls I own are on the right. They used to be located on the bottom of the big display case, but after I started to get so many more, I figured I’d transfer them to their own thing.

Some of the larger plush dolls are on the bottom (with some tiny dolls included because I couldn’t find spots for them elsewhere), and above are the ones that often get released during each new sub-series. Hopefully I’ll get to add the Rescue Knights plush soon, whenever it shows up. I just hope I can find a spot for it! lol

Though most of these are plush dolls, I reserved one shelf for miscellaneous items I couldn’t find spots for on the big display case.

Right in the middle is my TV, with a Ready Race Rescue poster above it. I also have some figurines here of various pups, though I’m hoping to add all of them some day (and perhaps others, like Claw). If you’re curious, my laptop is connected to my TV, and the image you’re seeing is my desktop wallpaper. 

I put that wooden wall art on this wall, along with the badges that came with some of the figurines. Things were a bit bare, so I printed off some of my favorite screenshots/pics of Marshall to go along with them! The one with the lucky collar is my favorite, since that smile he has there is simply the greatest thing ever. 😁

Now, onto the big display case.

The bottom two shelves house all of the vehicles I’ve collected. To make them appear nicer, I placed their respective figurines next to them. Some of the smaller ones, such as the True Metal vehicles, reside right below them.

The shelf above the vehicles has most of the figurines that’s released over the years. Can you believe Marshall’s worn so many different outfits? Fireman, EMT, Air Patrol, Mighty Pups, Dino Rescue, Pup-Fu, Moto Pups, Ultimate Rescues... the list just keeps growing!

Above that are other items I’ve managed to find, such as a snow globe, Christmas ornaments, ceramic piggy (puppy?) banks, an alarm clock, bobbleheads, a big color-changing lightbulb (that large head in the back-right), candy dispensers, bubble makers, shampoo bottles, among many other things!

And now, the last two shelves of the display case. 

The bottom one here has other misc. items I’ve collected, including lunch pails, a few Marshall-focused DVDs, Good2Grow Bottle Top heads (still missing one), more Christmas ornaments, coffee mugs, among other things. The thing in the middle is a light-up talking coin bank, which I actually imported from the UK (the first overseas item I added to my collection).

The very top houses some of the bigger plush dolls I couldn’t find room for on the right side. I included some others up there, just to fill up the empty space. There’s a few other jumbo plush dolls I hope to add here, whenever I can find them for a good price.

And last, but not least; this singular plush. It’s one of my favorites, so I like keeping him next to my bed. I suppose you could say I consider him a companion of sorts.

Well, there you have it! Pretty crazy collection, huh? There are still a few more things I’d like to do to spruce up the whole thing a bit, like make some better shelves (the one holding the figurines is starting to bend), and perhaps paint them so they’ll all match. For now, I’m quite happy with it, and I hope you guys enjoyed seeing it!

So yeah, needless to say, I wasn’t kidding when I said I’m totally crazy about Marshall! He really is my #1 favorite animated character of all time, and I feel this collection is a testament to not only that, but just how absolutely awesome/amazing I think he is! 😉

#PAW Patrol #PawPatrol #Marshall #Marshall Paw Patrol #MarshallPawPatrol #Paw Patrol Marshall #PawPatrolMarshall #Marshall Collection #Marshall is seriously the greatest pup to ever exist #My Marshall Collection

[jeojahari]

02 | kiss it better | myg

🠒 summary: you're one of the lucky ones, everyone else tells you. finding your soulmate the day you turn 18 isn't something that happens to a lot of people... but you and your other half are going to have to make a lot of progress to be able to tolerate each other.

or, you and yoongi can feel everything the other feels, and you're hell bent on causing each other pain.

🠒 pairing: yoongi x reader

🠒 genre: angst, fluff, e2l!au, soulmates!au, college au, crack?

🠒 warnings: profanity, implied smut

🠒 word count: 2.6K

🠒 notes: omg tysm for all the love im literally about to start happy sobbing rn TT i hope you enjoy this chapter!! <3

btw if my writing is not up to par at any time pls let me know, i'd hate to give you low effort writing TT

part 02: two band-aids

(series m. list)

"I am so fucking stupid."

"I know."

"I can't believe I just ran out of there without saying anything!"

"Ah. I can."

"How is it Yoongi, though? I don't understand! How can two people who are so obviously different and have zero chance at getting along be paired like this?!"

"Hey," Jimin places a comforting hand on your shoulder, "maybe this is the universe trying to prove that you can find love where you least expect it!"

You shoot him the nastiest glare you can conjure up in the moment. "You sound like a children's fairy tale synopsis. Please shut up."

"No, but think about it!" Jimin sits upright, pulling the nearest pillow into his lap. "You don't like him, and he probably doesn't like you. You hate coffee, and he's practically in love with it. The only reason you guys ever interact is Taehyung, who you happen to be in love with."

"I'm not in love with him!"

"Sure," Jimin rolls his eyes. "Anyways, this is literally the perfect recipe for romance. I feel like I have front-row seats to the best enemies to lovers story ever."

"Don't make me hit you."

"It's true, though," Namjoon pipes up from beside you. You're sandwiched between both of them in an attempt to extinguish the growing dread in the pit of your stomach. "You don't really know what he's like, Y/N. People aren't always what they seem at first glance."

"I had more than just a glance," you snap. "And I know him for exactly what he is. A fucking sociopath."

"I mean, he's nice enough," Jimin explains. "I've spoken to him a few times in passing. Maybe he just wasn't having a good day when you talked to him?"

You pause and think, because your friends are right. It's plausible, isn't it? Not every grumpy person you meet goes out of their way to be antisocial... but you can't shake off that feeling you've harbored ever since you first met him.

"I don't like this," you whine, hiding your face under the blanket. "I don't like him. I don't want to be his soulmate."

Namjoon chuckles. "Soulmates aren't always lovers, Y/N. If he's actually a sociopath, or you genuinely despise him after giving him a chance, you're not obligated to love him."

"True," Jimin nods. "My parents were never soulmates, but you know how well they get along. They had me, after all," he adds as an afterthought. "They couldn't have done that without loving each other."

Namjoon winces. "Okay, no. Didn't need to hear that."

You let out a frustrated groan, kicking your legs under the sheets. "I hate this," you grumble. "And I can't even do anything ab — oh!" You sit up, suddenly enlightened and an imaginary lightbulb over your head. "I can!"

"You can what?" Jimin asks, clearly confused. In response, you simply beam at him before doing an impromptu somersault over his legs and tumbling right off the bed, landing on the ground with a loud thump.

"Y/N?!"

"She's insane!"

"She's gone mental!"

"Is she having a seizure?"

"Do we need an ambulance?!"

"Is she okay?"

"Joon, I'm too broke to pay for the ambulance!"

You throw them both off of you. "I'm right here, very much alive, and very sane, thanks."

"Well, what was that, then?" Jimin demands. "If you were trying to show off your gymnastics skills, it didn't work. You look like a clumsy baby koala."

You point at Namjoon. "He's the clumsy one. And no, I wasn't trying to show you my nonexistent gymnastics skills." A huge smile spreads across your face. "I just discovered a great way to release all my frustration."

"By falling off the bed?"

"No, but yes." You lean in like you're about to tell them a secret. "You know... I bet Min Yoongi is cursing the heavens right now, isn't he? For pairing him with someone like me."

Namjoon stares at you incredulously. "Don't tell me..."

"She's going to do it anyway," Jimin tells him, before turning to you. "You're just going to hurt yourself to hurt him, Y/N? Are you for real?"

"It's perfect!"

"It's stupid, and usually I would tell you to go for it if you were planning to kick some dumbass's butt, but not if you're getting hurt in the process."

"Well, I'm doing it anyway," you say. You're 100% decided; you've just found the one part of your bond with Yoongi that delights you the most, and with that comes your singular goal: irritating him to no end. "And this isn't even that bad, Jimin. Wait until I'm on my period. Then he's really going to wish he never knew me."

Actually, you're screwed.

"Ouch!" you hiss, your body jerking at the pain that courses through your arm. You're forced to stop writing mid-word, the dark blue ink a mess on your paper due to these constant interruptions of your sudden movements. "What the fuck?!"

The girl sitting across from you raises her eyebrows at you, half concerned for your sanity.

"Sorry," you whisper apologetically. "My soulmate's a jerk. Honestly, I probably caused this, but I don't regret it at all."

She laughs, eyes turning into small crescents. "Hate at first sight?"

"More like at first conversation." You sigh, letting the pen fall from your fingers. "I don't know how I'm supposed to get along with him, let alone love him. We have absolutely nothing in common, and I'm pretty sure this dislike is mutual. Which reminds me—"

You bang your knee against the table in retribution for Yoongi's attack on his own arm, a satisfied smile on your face.

"Wow." The girl stares at you, rather taken aback. "That's some serious beef you two have got."

"Yep. Can't stand him," you confirm. "What about you? Have you found yours yet?"

"Not yet," she says, trying to look indifferent — but you catch that wistful look in her eyes. "Someday soon, hopefully."

"You'll find them," you say, the exact words you've repeated to Jimin multiple times over the years. "Time is all it takes. I hope yours is less of a jerk than mine... and if they are, I'm more than happy to instruct you in the ways of torturing them."

"Noted," she smiles, before returning to her book.

You, though, can't focus. Actually, you haven't been able to concentrate on anything lately — ever since this trivial back and forth between you and Yoongi turned into something more desperate and warlike, it's all that's ever on your mind.

Sighing, you stand up, leaving your place at the table to go fetch a book from one of the many shelves lining the opposite wall of the library. It doesn't take you long to find what you're looking for, but you immediately stumble over and hit the ground, nearly knocking your head against the wood of the shelf.

"Fuck," you hear someone curse in the next aisle. You know that voice, you realize after a few seconds, immediately ducking your head around the corner in amused curiosity.

"What'd you do to yourself this time?"

Yoongi scowls at you from the ground, as irked as always. "None of your business."

"It kind of is, actually, now that I feel it too."

"Oh, really? Where was that concern when you were hurting yourself just to get back at me for doing absolutely nothing?"

"You did it back! You have no right to be telling me what I did was wrong if you decided to do it too!"

"Why the hell did you do it in the first place?"

"Shh!" The librarian walks past the two of you, giving you a sharp glare as she replaces a few books with the ones in her hands. You nod apologetically to her, head bowed.

"You're so loud," you whisper a few seconds later, just as Yoongi gets himself off the ground and has managed to gather the books he'd dropped.

"You literally started yelling first, Y/N."

A deep frown makes its way onto your face. "You know what? I still don't understand why you're like this. Can we not have a civil conversation for once? Every time I talk to you it turns into a goddamn argument!"

"Yeah, well, maybe if you'd just minded your own business, we wouldn't be having this argument!" Yoongi pauses for a breath. "You always make it an argument, Y/N, I don't go out of my way to pick a fight with you!"

"Isn't that what you're doing right now?"

"No! I just don't understand your problem with me! Look," he says, a little calmer, "I know you don't want to be my soulmate. And I'm not particularly in love with you either. But you can at least act like I'm human too, right? Or is that too much for your inflated pride?"

"Did you just call me arrogant?" you ask incredulously, trailing after him as he walks back to where he was sitting. "You think I'm doing this because I'm conceited?"

"N—"

"Well, for your information, I'm not. I just really dislike you."

Yoongi tongues his cheek in frustration, slamming his book down onto the table. "And for what?" he demands. "I like to know it if and when I fuck up, Y/N. Stop repeating the fact that you hate me and just tell me why."

You flinch at his harsh tone and the sensation that sends a painful twinge through your palm. "You're just... you're so hard to talk to," you accuse. "Like, really? How am I supposed to wrap my head around this whole thing when I can't have a conversation with you without feeling like shit?"

He's gaping at you now. "I'm making you feel like shit? And you're not doing the same by basically trash talking me to my face?"

"I'm not! I'm just telling the truth; and besides, you asked!"

"Who are you to go around judging the way people are? Not everyone is bubbly and cheery, you know? Being grumpy for a second doesn't mean being grumpy for a lifetime!"

"Well, I can't tell, can I? Not when you always act like you hate the rest of the human race!"

Yoongi doesn't reply to you, just staring back at you for a few moments. Instead, his jaw clenches as he turns away without any kind of rebuttal.

"Alright," he says gruffly. "I'll go first."

Your eyes widen slightly as your frustration dissipates. You'd only meant to check on him out of curiosity after his fall, you hadn't intended for it to escalate to this scale at all... "Wait—"

"Don't bother to talk to me next time," he interrupts you, a hint of bitterness to his voice. "Since I always make you feel like shit, anyways."

"No, I didn't m—"

Yoongi's gone before you can give him any miserable excuse from your side, bag slung over his shoulder and that cup of coffee in his right hand. You catch a glimpse of his fingers wrapped around the cup, two band-aids covering the knuckles of his smallest digits, and you can't help but wonder... did you do that to him? All those days you spent wrapping bandages around your legs and arms, was he doing the same?

But you hate him, right? No matter how closely bound you two are, you're allowed to do this, aren't you?

You don't know.

You recall the sight of his worn out expression and sigh, shaking your head. Whatever it is about Min Yoongi that draws the worst out of you, you'll never know. All you're sure of is that apparently you're supposed to love him, apparently you're supposed to be his and vice versa. But you just can't.

As you trudge back to your seat, you notice that the girl from earlier is still there, still taking diligent notes — except her eyes now follow you, a mixture of concern and curiosity.

"I'm fine," you state. The words come out far harsher than intended, but she doesn't seem to take offense.

"Really?" she asks instead. "S'great if you are, but if you're not then you're just lying to yourself, Y/N."

You blink at her, surprised. "Huh? How'd you know my name?"

"You guys were yelling," she explains. "I could hear him from over here."

"Aish. Sorry."

"Don't worry about it." She chews on her pencil for a second, seemingly contemplating something. "Mind if I give you my two cents?"

The girl's awfully blunt and gets right to the point, and it reminds you of your friends for a moment. Something about her just makes you want to trust her, to let her in.

So you shrug your shoulders and say, "Sure."

"Second chances only come once."

"Huh?"

She nods, tucking her hair behind her ear. "You don't really know anything about him," she says. "You don't know what's happened to him before. You could be his second chance, and he probably just took a blow after that whole debacle you two had over there."

"What?"

She chuckles softly, and you find yourself rethinking your stance on the situation. She's right, she's right, your heart tells you, but your brain is saying something else entirely, and it's maddening.

"Give him a chance, Y/N. Everyone deserves one."

Hours later, you're still thinking about what a random stranger said to you at the library earlier.

Yoongi? A chance? No, thank you. You don't need to waste any more of your time on guys that aren't going to give you the time of day once they're not interested.

And yet, a small part of your conscience says otherwise. He's not just any guy, it reminds you. You're soulmates for a reason.

You're so frustrated you want to tear your hair out. "Soulmates are stupid!"

Jimin walks into your room with two cans of soda, an eyebrow raised as he tosses one to you. "Yikes, Y/N. What's gotten into you today?"

"Min Yoongi," you grumble.

Your best friend gapes at you, nearly spilling his soda all over himself. "I'm sorry, what?"

"What?"

"Already, Y/N?!"

You're confused as you take a sip of the sweet drink. "Already what, Jimin?"

He's opening and closing his mouth, eyes so wide he looks like a clown out of those children's cartoons. "You and Yoongi — you guys — I can't believe you finally got laid!"

This prompts you to spit out the liquid in your mouth, dissolving into a coughing fit as you try and regain your breath.

"There, there," Jimin says, stroking your back gently. "I won't mention it again if you don't want me to, I'm sorry. Was he a bad lay?"

"A bad what? Jimin, I don't know what you think I'm doing, but having sex with him is most certainly not on my list," you frown.

Your best friend, on the other hand, looks totally dumbfounded.

"Huh? But you answered with his name!"

You smack the side of his head gently. "That's not how idioms work, dumbass."

"Okay, sheesh, sorry," he apologizes, rubbing his temple. "But really, though. Everything okay with Yoongi?"

"Not really," you say truthfully, "but it's fine. Neither of us are expecting anything from the other."

Jimin looks skeptical as he eyes you carefully. "You sure?"

"Mhm."

He tilts his head back, draining the can of soda as he swallows. "You know, Y/N, maybe you should give the guy a chance."

There it is again, that word. The one thing everyone tells you that you need to give.

But is it worth your time? Is he worth your time? Or is he just going to walk away and leave you broken again? Maybe you're being selfish, but you'd rather spare yourself the heartbreak process than willingly go into something you know won't be good for you.

"Yeah, okay," you lie through your teeth, soda can still nearly full in your hand. "Maybe I will."

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[vixenpen]

High Sex (Dabi x Black Reader)

(Hoevember Day 15)

(Tons of AAVE this y/n is hood coded and obviously black)

You kicked open the rickety door of Dabi’s basement room in the new hideout and slumped down the stairs.

The space was dimly lit from the singular, dirty lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. Candlelight flickered against the walls, and the air was thick and cloudy with the scent of burning herb.

Erykah Badu’s sweet and smoky vocals pumped from a small speaker beside him on the low set bed.

“Come in, I guess.” Dabi chuckled. “You look like shit.

“Ya mama.” You shot back, smirking.

You started to climb on his bed, when Dabi stopped you.

“Yo, take that shit off before you even think of getting in this bed.” Dabi nodded at your bloodied clothes.

You rolled your eyes. “Ain’t nobody worried about this raggedy ass bed.”

“I am, and you are too the way you’re lookin’ at it right now,” he disrupted himself to toke the blunt, “unless the bed isn’t the only thing that’s interesting you.” He smirked.

“Calm down, Walking Dead. You ain’t got nothing I want.” You gave another eye roll.

Thank god your brown skin hid the flush burning your cheeks. Dabi was propped up against the pillows wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that showed off the patch work of his burned and smooth skin. The gold surgical staples complimented his turquoise eyes, and his black hair was damp. In short he looked fine as hell, and he was right.

His smirk widened. “Do it slow, you know I like that shit.”

“Fuck you, Dabi.” You tossed your bloodied shirt at his face making him laugh.

Wriggling out of the leather pants of your costume you stood before him in nothin but a skimpy lace thong and matching strapless bra. Dabi’s gaze drank in your curves greedily.

You crawled along the bed until you collapsed at his side, and snatched the blunt from him between your long decorated nails.

Dabi had been into you since the moment he recruited you for the league, and he’d be lying if he didn’t say his attraction wasn’t at least part of the reason he’d pushed so hard to get you to join.

“So, How many families are gonna be missing a member tonight?” He asked, watching your juicy ass jiggle as you swung your feet in the air.

You shrugged, exhaling the smoke in his face. “Just a couple of lowly heroes. Nobody worth an obituary.” You shot back nonchalantly.

That was another thing he liked about you. You could be a cold bitch when you wanted to and he loved it.

“Then we should celebrate. Let me rub your booty.”

You snorted. “Who is that a celebration for? Me or you?”

“Both of us, kitten,” he laughed. “You look like you could use a good dick d-I mean rub down.”

You shot him a look and took one more drag of the waning blunt before sitting up.

“Sir, the only reason I’m here is because you have one of the only other showers in the building. It’s either this, or get spied on by Shiggy while I attempt to use his.

“Aww, babe,” Dabi touched his heart, pulling a fond expression, “so you chose to get spied on by me while you use my shower? I’m touched, y/n.”

A mellow high had begun to cloud your mind, making you drag yourself out of Dabi’s warm bed before it settled in your bones and rendered you immobile.

“What can I say?” You tossed out over your shoulder. You put a switch in your hips that had the poor man gawking shamelessly as you padded across the cold floor to his bathroom. “You’re the lesser of two evils.” With a wink, you shut yourself into his small bathroom.

You sighed as the hot water broke through the sweat on your skin. Your braids were going to be frizzy after this, but who gave a damn. It just felt so good to get clean.

Between the high and the steam you were so lost in the sensations that you didn’t hear the door click open.

“Need some help?”

“Shit, Dabi!” You jumped as he came up behind you.

He chuckled as his arms snaked around your waist and pulled you against him.

“Damn I love the way you say my name. Wish I could tell you my real one so I could make you scream it.”

You shot him a look over your shoulder. “Oh it’s like that, huh?”

“Yeah,” You could feel his long dick twitching against your ass crack and bit your lip. “It’s like that.”

Fuck.

“You couldn’t make me scream even if you tried, Walking Dead.”

“Ohhh, kitten,” he practically groaned against your neck before sinking his teeth into the sensitive flesh. “That’s the third time you fucked up.”

You moaned as his pierced tongue slithered along the marked spot.

“The third?” You mumbled absentmindedly.

“Mmhmm.” His long fingers gripped at your curvy thighs before pressing against your sensitive clit.

All of a sudden, he had your thick thighs wrapped around his slim waist as he slammed you against the shower wall.

“The first,” he kissed your collarbone, “was bringing your fine ass in here in that tight ass leather outfit,” he pumped his length along your slick folds. “The second was leaving this door unlocked,” now he was slurping on your hard nipples, sending a tingle through your body.

“Fuckkk, Dabi,” you sighed as your body hummed with need.

“The third,” his blood shot, turquoise eyes fixed on to you, “is that little smart mouth of your. Cuz now I have to fuck you up.”

With that he slammed you down on his dick so hard his balls slapped.

“Ahh! Fuck!”

Dabi didn’t relent, as your cunt flexed around his length, he bounced you up and down squeezing your ass to keep control.

Every slam of his manhood into you, made stars blur in your vision. Your head felt hazy and empty of anything other than the mind numbing pleasure Dabi was assaulting you with.

“Fuck, fuck, shit! Oh my godddd, Dabi. Ahaaa~”

“What’s that, y/n? Hmm? You said you want more?”

If possible he fucked you faster, and harder. His manhood digging deep into you until the pleasure almost hurt. His abs flexed with effort and every thrust made his pelvis brush against your clit.

You could barely breathe between your screams and gasps of ecstasy. Your dark eyes remained fixed on Dabi’s pleasure filled gaze.

“God, y/n,” he half grunted, half chuckled, “you feel so fucking good. Fuck!”

If you could speak, you would say the same, but as it stood between the bud inn your system, the steamy heat clinging to your flesh, and your breathless moans, you were practically slipping into unconsciousness.

Instead, you dug your nails into Dabi’s back, not caring about the scared skin and dug your nails in as your pussy dribbled with desire.

“Don’t stop.” You sobbed into his ear, every pump of his cock making your words stutter. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, pleeease don’t stop.”

“Fuck,” he sighed, eyes rolling back as his own ecstasy washed over him. “Trust me, baby girl, I won’t.”

He slowed down the pace, enjoying the creaminess of your textured walls slurping at his dick.

He rolled his hips and pressed a kiss against your plump lips with each stroke.

“Dabiii, oh god, pleas-“

“Sshhh,” he kissed you again. “Come on, y/n. Come on this dick. Come all over it, baby.”

He was determined to drag your orgasm out of you slow and hard.

Your nails snagged into a bit of the unburned skin on his back and you dragged your long nails against it.

“Ahhh! Shiiit! Dabi!”

Your scream choked out into a whine as the orgasm finally exploded through out you. Your pussy spasmed as the euphoria washed over you. The sensation was only enhanced by your previous high and seemed to roll over you in endless waves that made your legs quake around Dabi’s waist.

With a growl of his own, Dabi pulled out to bust his load on your stomach.

By the time the two of you were done, you were practically melting into each other.

“Damn...” you muttered, your head collapsing back against the shower wall.

“Damn is right.” He replied, face buried between your breasts. He peered up at you, wearing a cocky smirk. “Looks like I do have something you want after all, babygirl.”

#high sex #bnha imagines #my hero academia #bnha #dabi x black reader #bnha scenarios #my hero fanfic #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #bnha smut #black writers #dabi x black!reader #villain dabi x villain reader smut #dabi smut #hoevember2020 #aave

[shreddedparchment]

A Wife for Thor Pt.02

10/19/2020

No Lies in a Marriage

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader          Word Count: 5,150

Warnings: angst, anxiety, panic attack, language

A/N: As I said in the post earlier today, you’ll probably see updates for this story often right now because it’s at the beginning and I know where I’m going pretty clearly and how to get there and it’s kinda just writing itself for right now. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this chapter! I love writing this reader with Thor...but I think it’s just because I love writing Thor. haha If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

You sit up most of the night after talking to David, staring out your bedroom window at the small plot of land you call your own.

Your belonging. The only true one you’ve ever had.

It’s a small inheritance, sure but it’s yours. Yours alone. A sanctuary from the feeling of emptiness that you’d once felt wishing for something that felt like home. It’s more than even some will ever have.

You’re lucky.

And now you have to leave it behind?

There’s no denying your own part in this mess. You’d been given a choice and you’d made it, believe this outcome would never come. Yet here you are, betrothed and fated to be Queen of Asgard.

David comes to help you pack because he knows that you’ll be wallowing.

In shock you pack just as asked, essentials only which means for you, only your clothing, your laptop, and a very small collection of books are chosen.

You have no pictures to take with you. No family heirlooms or sentimental possessions. You fit it all into one large suitcase.

Funny. As you pack, you can’t help but imagine the lives your nomadic ancestors had lived. Much like you in these moments as you pack what little you have of your life away; they must have left everything behind over and over in their search for their own belonging.

It only takes you two hours to pack once David arrives and together you lug the suitcase down your little hallway to the front door.

There, a beautiful Asgardian stands waiting, her eyes on your own foggy expression with slight concern as David joins her and they lapse into quiet conversation as you continue to space out, thinking about the life you’re leaving behind.

Really, if you’re honest, it isn’t much of a life.

Yes, you have your routine. This is your house. Your things. But aside from that, there’s nothing here. Nothing but independence and solitude.

That’s enough, some would say. Others would wonder what you do with all your time.

Why hadn’t you found someone to share this life with? Someone who could appreciate the coziness of this place with you.

“Are you ready?” The Asgardian asks, Brunnhilde, her voice smooth but stern, yet not unkind.

You turn to look at her, hair gathered up on her head in a large bun. She’s dressed for the Norwegian weather she’s come from despite it being significantly hotter here.

She’s not bothered by it. Or if she is, she hides it well.

“Would it matter if I said no?”

“No.” She smiles at you, cheek bones so rounded and pretty you almost want to stroke them because you’ve rarely seen anyone so beautiful.

All of the Asgardians are beyond compare when it comes to looks. Even those that are plain radiate a golden aura. Godlike. Thor’s is the strongest and he’s most certainly the most beautiful to look at.

You’d been too afraid to admit it to yourself before because you’d been so decided against marrying him, but Thor is by far the loveliest man you’ve ever seen. Ideal. He’s exquisite.

And you get to marry him. Which doesn’t exactly feel like a bad thing.

Being chosen to marry Thor would be amazing, given the fantasies you’ve allowed yourself to indulge in since the day you met with him, if not for the fact that you know he’s in love with someone else. Someone who won’t marry him. Someone stupid, obviously.

And those fantasies you’d indulged in would never happen with someone else in his heart. So without that, all you have left is duty. Duty to Earth and its people, ensuring their safety and though you honestly don’t think Earth needs it, the assurance from the Asgardians that they will respect humans as the dominant lifeform on the planet.

Yes, the whole Queen of Asgard thing is a little daunting and will probably take over your life, so you can’t blame this mystery woman for not wanting to give up her own pursuits to take care of an entire people. To give up one identity for another? Yours is close enough to blank—your life nearly empty—that for you, this might not be such a great loss and yet, this leaves you wondering what this will do for you career.

Small as it is, you’ve had two books published. Limited releases with not much traction. Still, the accomplishment is your own. One you’re proud of.

Will you have to stop writing?

“There will be a dinner, to introduce you to Thor’s inner circle. Myself, Loki, a few others that serve directly under him.” Brunnhilde is saying, pulling you back to reality.

You look around, having zoned out so thoroughly that you hadn’t even realized you’d boarded a plane and taken off.

“The only one you’ll have to watch out for is Sif. She’s usually pretty nice, but she’s a little miffed about the whole marriage situation. From what I’ve heard, she’s had a thing for Thor since they were children. She’s a fierce warrior. Might want to avoid her altogether if possible. Asgardian women can be a little territorial.”

Lovely, another rival.

“So can human women.” You grumble, already hating the looks of what you suppose will be an onslaught of distractions for your future husband in the forms of beautiful women.

Brunnhilde quirks a brow, raising it high as she considers your words but doesn’t comment further.

“He’s never seen her as more than a comrade in arms. Or so he says.” She sounds unconvinced, but you recognize her attempt to calm you.

You stare, saying nothing more as your world is overturned.

“After dinner, you’ll spend some time with Thor. He wants to talk to you a bit. The wedding will be on Thursday. Thor’s idea. Full of himself, the idiot.” She’s smiling as she insults him, flipping the page of a magazine she’d grabbed from the pocket of the seat in front of her and you realize they must be close friends.

“Did he really pick me?” You wonder, knowing that her personality will only let her answer one way.

Brutally honest.

“Against all our recommendations.” She tells you. “Most of us were pulling for the Hungarian one. She had the schooling and the training. A little too eager for Thor, or so he said. And Loki. Loki was also in favor of you.”

“Loki?!” You gasp, remembering with great detail your chance meeting with the Asgardian prince.

“Oh yeah.”

Why would Loki want Thor to choose you? You weren’t exactly nice to him. Then again, you weren’t really mean either. Just…blunt.

More importantly, after the awkward conversation with Thor and his admission to marrying despite his feelings for someone else, his choice is the most confusing.

“Why did he pick me?” You plead. “Thor.”

“You’ll have to ask him tonight after dinner. I couldn’t tell you other than that he said he wanted someone real. Someone who knew what it’s like to be a normal person. Whatever that means.” Brunnhilde shrugs. “Normal is all relative. Odin, I need a drink.”

The plane ride is over too quickly and the ride to New Asgard even shorter. The village is large but not much larger than the town you’d grown up in. Plenty of houses and public spaces but nothing like a cityscape.

You’re surprised by the more modest choices they’ve made for their homes. Simple houses with wood siding and strong rooftops.

That is, most of the village is modest. Almost at the center of the largest grouping of buildings is a large multi-storied palace.

Just as it did the first time you saw it when you’d been brought for the meeting, you gasp when you see it, admiring the beauty of the structure bathed in afternoon sunlight.

It reminds you of an old Nordic home you’d seen online only on steroids. Four, maybe five stories? All roofs are tall and sharp, parts covered with moss.

Brunnhilde shows you into the main foyer, large and tall room that allows space large enough for people to stand and chat. Here she leaves you and David with a young Asgardian woman. She looks as if she can’t be more than seventeen but from what you know about Asgardian aging, she’s probably hundreds of years old.

She escorts you both to your new room, and you and David gasp at the sight.

Even though it’s smaller than the sitting room you’d been in when you met with Thor before, there’s a large bed immediately to the right, covered in luxurious plum and silver silk sheets. A large dark brown bear skin rug covers the center of the floor. To the left is an extravagant dark oak armoire, beside it a matching vanity with a low cushioned and backless seat.

On the far wall, between two sets of heavy wooden double doors that lead out to a balcony sits a desk and another seat with a black cushion, the same style as the vanity’s chair.

There’s a low hanging chandelier made of intricately twisted wood, reinforced with dark steel. The design of it makes you think there should be candles, but instead you find it furnished with small flame-shaped lightbulbs.

Along each of the walls are beautiful artworks, one of a singular mountain you’ve never seen on Earth. Another a golden palace with a sky of literal space above and behind it. There’s a smaller painting almost right above the bed and the likeness of it is so precise, you gasp again.

David follows your gaze with his mouth hanging open a little but then he chuckles. It’s a throaty sound as he turns away from you and moves further into the room with your bag while you deposit your purse on the bed, eyes glued to the painting.

“These Asgardians seem to be experts at everything.” David says, conversationally. “Their architecture, their music, their wits in battle. It seems even their art is exceptional.”

You’re still too busy staring to reply.

When David speaks again, he’s right beside you, voice dropped in volume.

“It must really look like him, to have you rendered speechless.” He observes.

“Yes.” You agree. “Just like him. Only now he has the eyepatch. He looks the same with two eyes. Less rugged but the same.”

“And he will remain the same, long after you’ve died, I think.” David admits.

“Yeah…” You swallow, looking down at the bottom of the frame.

The thought had only begun to occur to you when you’d been making your way through the city after Brunnhilde had confessed to being over a thousand years older than Thor and Loki.

“For Thor, this marriage will pass in the blink of an eye.” You sigh, feeling a little saddened by truth of that.

You turn around and sit down on the bed, resting your hands on your knees limply as you stare at the floor.

David squats before you, forearms on his knees.

“You’re serving a great purpose.” He tells you. “Ensuring the safety of the human race. You’re the white flag the Asgardians are waving. History will remember you, Y/N. It will not be in vain.”

Your eyes begin to water, and you nod, knowing he’s right.

“I know I just…” Your head gives an involuntary turn towards Thor’s portrait, but you manage to keep yourself from looking. “He’s in love with someone already. And, yeah, I’d never thought about being with someone before. But now that I’m faced with it, now that I know I’ll be his wife—I don’t know that I don’t want him to like me.”

“He may come around.” David consoles. “You’re a pretty girl and nice, even though you bite.”

His teasing draw a small curve of your lips. The levity however is quickly lost at the prospect of your life stretched out before you, never knowing love as your husband covets another woman.

This isn’t what you’d expected. To be fair you hadn’t expected anything, but now the idea of being married to Thor knowing that he’d much prefer if you were someone else hurts you in a way you didn’t know had been possible.

This ache in your chest feels strange and vivid and unbearable.

Your tears flow. David sighs and reaches up to wipe your cheeks, pulling you in for a hug.

Taking his offered comfort, you hide your face against his shoulder, allowing yourself these few moments to really feel the anxiety and sadness this whole thing has brought.

“I’m sorry.” David tells you, his voice steady but sad. “I wish I could give you a better life. I know that this is not what you parents would have wanted.”

You pull back, shaking your head as you gather yourself. “No, David. You’ve been the most supportive person in my life. This is how it’s supposed to be. Otherwise, why would I have the ancestors I have, right?”

David sighs, reaching up to wipe at your cheek.

“Besides, it’s not like I’ll be truly suffering. Not like other people do. I’ll have a good roof over my head, food, money won’t be a worry. How many other people my age can say that?”

David’s gaze becomes skeptical and he purses his thin lips a little. “Is that really how you feel?”

“Fuck no. This whole thing is complete shit.” You argue, then laugh as David chuckles too.

“There’s that fighting spirit. Keep that fire, Princess, and you’ll find a way through this.” He says, and the way the word Princess rolls of his lips makes you feel the way you’d always thought you’d feel had your dad lived to be a part of your life.

“You say that like it’s easy.” You sigh.

Before he can answer, there’s a knock on the door and it opens.

Both you and David shoot up to your feet as Loki walks in.

He’s smiling politely until he sees your face.

“I’m sorry. Am I intruding?” Loki wonders, as you quickly wipe away the tears left on your cheeks.

“No.” You shake your head quickly, voice thicker than when you arrived because of your break down. “No. Of course not. Come in.”

He doesn’t look convinced and his brow is furrowed as he looks you both over then stands with his hands behind his back. He looks neat and exotic wearing a pair of dark pants, a black top with embellishments in stunning emerald, a thin golden chain connecting each side of his high collar to the other.

“I’ve come to make sure that you find the clothing we’ve left for you.” Loki gestures at the armoire.

“I’m-I can’t wear what I brought?” You ask, pressing your hand to your chest, unintentionally sniffing.

“Tonight, you will meet with my brother’s court. It is a formal event that you must attend wearing slightly more traditional Asgardian garb.” Loki replaces his hands behind his back. “Brunnhilde has chosen something she thought would be your color. You have an hour then we’ll send your maid in to fetch you.”

You nod.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Loki asks again.

“You’re surprisingly worried.” You tell him, David moving to open the armoire and get a look at what you’re going to have to wear.

Loki’s face quickly shifts into a smile, his eyes averted as he nods.

“I hear you were the only person other than Thor who chose me.” You sit back down slowly, your hands softly skating over the cool silky sheets. “Why?”

“You were a breath of fresh air.” He admits. “Compared to the other candidates, you seemed the only one with her feet on the ground.”

Looking away from him you pinch the plum sheets.

“Is that why Thor chose me too?” You ask, knowing it isn’t the reason he chose you.

“Whatever the reason,” Loki begins, and his voice is stern enough to draw your gaze. “I’m certain my brother has nothing but honorable intentions. He’s always been the good one.”

“I think that’s true.” You nod, “He has always been the good one, if the stories are to be believed.”

“I make no excuses for who I was.” Loki assures you.

“But I think you and I both know that Thor’s intentions when it comes to me are anything but honorable.” You smile sadly. “I really hate lying. Let’s not lie to each other. We’re family, right? Or will be.”

Loki’s look remains somber, his eyes far away for a moment.

“You’re the right woman for the job. That is the truth.” Loki admits.

“I guess we’ll see.”

Loki nods. “One hour, your highness.”

His words give you a shock, and your left gaping at him as he leaves and shuts the door behind him.

“Well, that sounded strange.” David admits, “But not as strange as this dress. Well, perhaps strange is not the right word.”

You’re still reeling from the your highness as you get and walk to David that it takes your eyes a moment to process the sight before you.

“I am not wearing that.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“I can’t breathe in this thing!” You whine, hooking your fingers into the ultra-high neckline of your dress.

It’s more like a cage, this piece that goes around your throat and shoulders. It connects to a slightly see-through bodice with soft split threads lining the length of the dress, underneath the top, silver layer is a soft pink one that stands pretty against your skin. It gives the dress depth and offers a pleasant backdrop for the waterfall skirt as it fans out around your feet.

The lattice neckpiece connects to the dress’s neckline with four stiff wire connectors wrapped in the same silver fabric as the rest of the dress.

Your hair, your maid expertly gathered atop your head, shaping it to look as much like you as it can but also keeping it contained with several silver Celtic knot-looking clips. She’d added very little color to your face, telling you that Thor had requested you look as much like yourself as possible so that his court could see the real you.

Even so, you’re overwhelmed by what you see in the mirror as you pass a particularly large one as you and David make your way to the dining hall.

“Don’t fret.” David tells you, reaching over to stop your wringing hands. “Just be yourself. That’s why he chose you.”

“So, what you’re saying is to not be myself.” You nod. “Got it.”

David pulls you to a stop, turning you to face him. Your maid, Estrid, keeps walking a bit then stops leaving you both some space.

“I want you to remember something, Y/N.” David says, low and quiet so that only you can hear him. Well, he doesn’t know that Asgardians have better than human hearing, but whatever. “These people, they need you. They need you. More than you will ever need them.

“Without you, they might have to leave Earth because Thor will never turn against the human race. I don’t know why. We’re not that great.” David shrugs, and your mouth pops open as you breathe a pained gasp.

In this moment, with David’s helpful words, you’re provided with astounding clarity.

“She’s human.” You realize, eyes watering.

It happens so quickly, your breath catches, brain in a frenzy, hands shaking, sweating, your tears flow freely.

You’ve never cried so much in your life and you understand now that this will be your new state of being because what else can you do when you’ve knowingly given your life to a man who loves another human woman which only means that she will also only live for a short time and that means that Thor doesn’t have a lot of time with her so, of course he’ll want to be with her until the day she dies, because she’s the one he really wants to be with, and you’re just the tool to use so that he can stay here with her.

What kind of life have you fated yourself to?

“Your Highness?” Estrid asks, concern painting her voice as you shake your head, too panicked to speak.

David moves you towards the wall, pressing you against it to lean as Estrid moves closer to peek at you.

“Might I be of assistance?” She offers and David turns a smile on her.

“A glass of water, perhaps?”

Estrid hurries away giving you and David the hallway.

“Y/N?” He says, voice hard. “Breathe.”

You look at him, focus on the streak of white in his hair as it falls forward to hang across his brow.

It helps and you shut your mouth and breathe in deep through your nose.

He reaches into the pocket of his suit jacket and pulls from it a white handkerchief. With gentle fingers, he coaxes your face up so that he can carefully wipe the tear stains from your cheeks. He takes a bit of the blush they’d put on you, but you don’t care, and he doesn’t either.

“What is it that troubles you? Tell me.” He urges you.

“Um…” You begin, chin quivering and making your voice shake a little. “…I-I-I don’t know how I’m going to be married to him when I kn-know that he really wants to be with s-someone else. I don’t know how…how…how…”

David sighs, shaking his head as he caresses yours. “Then you look elsewhere too. If he sees fit to be with someone else while you’re married, then you deserve to experience love too. Take a lover. Be discreet. No one will know and you will both get what you want.”

“Isn’t that wrong?” You half cry. “I mean, aren’t wives and husbands s-supposed to be faithful?”

David smiles, pulling your head down to kiss your forehead. “Then give him a chance to change his mind. If he doesn’t love you by the end of the year, then he’s a bigger fool than I already think he is. A downright dumbass.”

“I don’t like the idea of someone being with me when they don’t want to be.” You admit.

And David doesn’t need you to explain that this stems from living in the school, waiting for adoption only to never be chosen.

You’ve finally been picked, and this is what it’s for?

“Do you want me to come to dinner? I can insist on it.” He promises. “I’ll even make a scene.”

You shut your eyes and sob once, David pulls you against his chest and once more you hide your face against his shoulder.

Both of you hear her steps before you see her and yet, when you turn to accept your water, you’re frozen as you find yourself face to face with Thor.

He’s dressed beautifully, in black leather trousers, stitched with thick visible charcoal colored strips of more leather. His torso is covered in what you’d consider light armor. More leather pieces in deep gold tones except for the arms which are covered in metallic scales that shine under the hallway lights. His shoulders are draped in a floor length cape, black, thinner than the one you’ve seen him wear before.

A more casual cape, you suppose.

Both you and David are absolutely still, confused by Thor’s sudden appearance.

“I uh…” Thor looks uncomfortable, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he gestures behind him with his right hand, in his left a glass of water. “Estrid looked upset. She said you weren’t feeling well?”

There’s genuine concern in his voice and it surprises you enough to wipe away most of your worries for now.

“I’m fine.” You assure him.

David clears his throat. “I should go. I have my own dinner to eat.”

“No, please. Join us.” Thor rushes to invite him, gesturing back towards the dining hall again.

“No, no. Really.” David uses his hand to refuse, then reaches down to give your hand a squeeze. “Can I trust you to escort Y/N to dinner?”

Your heart swells for David, once again, the father you never had.

“Of course.” Thor nods, smiling at David before moving to you, seeing this as permission to move closer maybe? “I take full responsibility.”

There’s a twinge of bitterness in your chest, a rolling in your stomach as you see David narrow his eyes at Thor.

“I’m going to hold you to that, God of Thunder.” He threatens, and Thor seems to realize it’s a threat because he looks startled. However, he smiles and plays it off quickly, nodding. “Have a good dinner, princess.”

David gives your hand one more squeeze before leaving you and Thor to whatever awkward conversation you’re about to have.

Thor waits until you’re both alone in the hallway before he holds out the glass of water he’d brought for you.

“Have you been crying?” He wonders, voice soft and gentle. Deep too, it settles in your chest and makes you feel stupid for liking it.

“Just a little.” You admit.

“Why?”

“I’m nervous.” And that isn’t a lie. “And apprehensive.”

Also, not a lie.

“And I don’t trust you.” You confess, feeling no qualms about the shock that flits across his rugged face.

“What did I do?” He cries.

“You told me you’re in love with someone else who won’t marry you.” You sigh, taking a long drink of your water. “I’m not exactly excited to be marrying someone who already wants to be with someone else.”

Understanding shifts his expression and he nods, reaching up to scratch at the side of his chin.

“I’ll be honest,” He begins, offering you his arm as you lower your glass. “It was never something I expected either. After watching my parents love each other for many years, their marriage was something I hoped I could experience.”

“Then why didn’t you fight harder for this woman you love? Convince your court! She’s human, right? I’m sure the Earth Ambassadors would be happy to have you marry any human.” You reason, still hoping to get out of this even if the only thing you hate about this now is the fact that he’s in love with someone else.

That fantasy marriage you’d painted for yourself has taken over your inexperienced brain and planted a seed within your heart and you feel like a fool for it.

“They were fine with it. Jane is not ready for marriage and I cannot force her to marry me if she doesn’t want to.” Thor laments, truly sounding sad about her refusal.

“Doesn’t she care that you’re marrying someone else?” You wonder, watching his expression as he begins to lead you towards the dining hall.

“In a way.” Thor nods. “She and I want to be together, but Jane is devoted to her work. She could not make the time for the obligations marrying me would entail.”

“Sounds selfish.” You observe, hating Jane a bit because she has what you didn’t know you wanted. Maybe not exactly Thor himself yet, but the love he has for her.

Thor says nothing for a moment, thinking probably. He stops walking and you stop beside him.

“I would not want her to give up her passions. In marrying me, Jane would lose her identity. Which is too important to her to give up. I could never ask her to do it.”

“Because you love her.” You agree.

“Yes.”

“Which is why you find it so easy to do it to me.” You explain, realizing it as you speak it. “Because you don’t care about me. Therefore, my identity has little value. To you.”

Thor’s speechless, staring at you as your own heart pounds. You don’t know where you conjured the audacity to say the words out loud as they came to you, but they’re true. Truer than even you know.

“I do care.” Thor argues softly, looking at your hand wrapped around his bicep.

“You don’t, Thor.” You shake your head, politely disagreeing.

“Yes, I do!” He argues, this time a little more heated.

“What do I do for a living?” You challenge and he stutters, thinking hard.

He furrows his brow, crinkly creases at the corners of his eyes as he ponders.

You observe it’s loveliness. Truly a creature of perfection even with the gold and black metal patch over his eye. If he cared about you, you might actually fall for him. If he gave two shits, you might be a goner.

“Your family left you an inheritance!” He points out, as if this is what you do.

“You don’t remember?” You ask, knowing the answer. “I told you when we met, though I only mentioned it in passing.”

“How am I expected to remember then? If you were not specific?” He retorts.

“If I’d been Jane, you would have remembered.” You tell him.

“No.” He disagrees. “I’m always this inattentive.”

You laugh once, shocked by his candor. “You’re such a liar.”

“I’m not! Ask anyone once we’re seated. They’ll all tell you that I never pay attention or listen. To anyone!” He insists, and you laugh again because he’s being sincere.

His gaze is slight shock as he looks at you, then it softens, and he chuckles with you.

“Why are you laughing?” You ask him.

“I don’t know.” He chuckles again. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, I suppose.”

This sobers you and your laugh dies off.

“Can I ask a favor?” You look at him, trying to read him like you’ve never tried to do so to anyone before.

“Of course.” He nods.

“I know you don’t love me. And I know that the likelihood of you loving me at any point in our marriage is nonexistent, but I really want to try and make this marriage work. I want it to be as real as possible.

“Which means I want you to be honest with me about everything. I don’t want any secrets. I don’t want to think you’re talking to or meeting Jane because you’re acting suspicious. If you have to see her,” And he seems to understand that you mean, if he feels like he needs to for his own sake, because he loves her. “I want to know that’s what you’re doing. Please, don’t make a fool of me, Thor.”

Thor considers you for a moment, absorbing your words as you wait for his response.

Instead of giving you what you want, he gives you a long head-to-toe. “I was right to choose this gown.”

He chose it?

“You look exquisite. Just as a princess should.” He admires. “Come, let’s go introduce you to my friends.”

As he pulls you towards the dining hall, your heart begins to pound again as nervous energy courses through your veins setting your limbs to white noise again. Tingly.

“They’re all very eager to meet the woman who will be Queen of Asgard.”

“I think I’m gonna throw up.” You worry.

Thor chuckles.

“I’m right there with you.”

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[angelofrainfrogs]

Welcome Home, Superstar. Ch. 13

Fandom: Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: After defeating the glitchtrap virus and learning the truth about who—and what—he is, Gregory faces another big task ahead of him: learning what it’s like to be loved by the family he’s never had. It will take time to befriend the animatronics who previously hunted him, but with the help of Freddy, Gregory knows he can overcome anything the world might throw at him next.

Chapter Summary: A child’s curiosity can be overwhelming, and Gregory’s is no exception. When he wakes up earlier than usual he knows he should stay in his room until the night shift begins, but he just can’t help it—he just has to see what these Fazbear Band performances are all about.

Rating: T

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37561549/chapters/96086434

Gregory soon woke to find that it was still opening hours at the Pizzaplex. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, chasing away the last of a strange, unintelligible dream full of whispered voices. It was almost the same as the ones he’d had the past few nights, except this time he could actually make out one, singular word in the pitch-black darkness:

“Basement.”

“Huh…,” Gregory thought aloud, frowning slightly. He didn’t know what that meant, but he certainly wasn’t planning to go down to the lower levels anytime soon. He looked up at the vanity, remembering his success with the lightbulb the night before. A slow grin spread across his face as his excitement began to build, the uneasy feelings from his dream quickly fading away in turn.

Maybe he could see Freddy now that he’d gotten a handle on some of his powers! Sure, he hadn’t gotten express permission to leave the room during dayshift, but all Freddy had said was that he shouldn’t wander until he’d worked on his supernatural abilities… which he had last night. Besides, he’d already gone to the kitchen and the daycare by himself, and overall it’d been fine. Without waiting around to rethink his decision, Gregory peered out the window and, once the coast was clear enough, exited Freddy’s room and made his way towards the main atrium.

As Gregory left the room, Freddy and the band were in the middle of their second show of the day. The crowd was full and would only get bigger as time went on, and Freddy and his friends performed their mechanical hearts out to make sure everyone enjoyed themselves. The cheering and excited screaming was all they needed to keep their spirits up for the busy schedules ahead of them.

This cheering could be heard all the way back in Rockstar Row, and Gregory curiously followed it. As soon as he entered the main atrium he saw the band on stage and hurried over towards the crowd. Gregory wasn't able to see much due to the tall adults but he simply tracked the sound of Freddy’s singing voice, his excitement building with every second that passed by. He couldn't help but run through a few people as he tried to find a good spot to settle and watch the performance.

To end the song, Freddy performed a dramatic dance move that involved a twirl and a few jumps. When he stuck the landing and belted his final note he scanned the crowd, who cheered uproariously as he lifted a fist into the air.

“Who would like another song?!” Freddy shouted, and the crowd screamed even louder. He grinned, then pointed to Monty, who tilted down his glasses to wink at the guests. “Take it away, Monty!” As the gator began to play Freddy closed his eyes, taking in the noise and getting lost in the music that he loved.

Gregory had never been able to hear the music live up until now. His smile was wide and bright as he soon found a table a few kids were sitting at that happened to have an empty chair. Pulling it back, he climbed up on the seat and managed to just barely poke his head over the adults’ heads. He was so caught up in trying to see the band that he didn't notice the child next to him staring in bewilderment at the chair that just moved on its own. Gregory looked at the stage wide-eyed, admiring the bright lights and dancing animatronics. His gaze finally landed on Freddy and he waved his hands in the hopes of being noticed.

Freddy was right in the middle of the chorus when he saw the familiar boy waving frantically at him from a table on the side area of the stage. This startled him so much that he stopped mid-word, staring wide-eyed at Gregory. Luckily, his bandmates were all equipped to react immediately to any hiccups in each other's performances, and Monty stepped in with a rendition of the chorus on his bass, giving Freddy a side-eyed glance as he tried to figure out what was wrong.

However, even such a big distraction wouldn't keep Freddy from performing for long. After Monty finished the chorus, Freddy picked the song back up on the next verse, performing the rest of it as normal while occasionally shooting looks at the boy in the crowd. To his annoyance, they still had two more songs to perform after this, and there was no way the techs would let him offstage after the fiasco when he malfunctioned in the middle of a set. Freddy was still getting lectured by Fazbear Entertainment management about all the refunds they had to give that day... He'd just have to wait until the end of the show and hope that Gregory stayed put.

When Freddy stopped in the middle of his chorus, Gregory wondered if he'd possibly messed him up somehow. He soon lowered his hands and simply watched with amazement, not wanting to distract the band any further. Unbeknownst to him, Gregory had gotten so excited he'd accidentally restarted a few cell phones in his immediate vicinity, to the confusion of some of the patrons.

Monty spotted the boy next, as he’d figured something was up with the crowd up because of Freddy’s pause. When he noticed the boy, he pulled down his glasses to wink at him, his laughter drowned out by the music. Monty shimmied over to Chica, lightly nudging her with his tail until she looked in the direction his guitar was pointed. Chica’s smile widened upon seeing Gregory, though she otherwise kept her composure on stage. Roxy, who’d switched places with Monty to best utilize the space, noticed Gregory as well and added a few extra embellishments to her next solo just for him.

Freddy could see his bandmates moving places out of the corner of his eye, but as long as they played correctly and kept up a good show, he wasn’t going to complain. It was completely understandable that they’d be excited for such a special guest, after all.

Gregory perked up more and more as each animatronic greeted him in a casual manner, continuing to perform effortlessly. He smiled happily, soon looking over towards a little girl who approached his seat. Just as she was going to sit down, Gregory hopped off of the chair and began making his way closer to the stage. It was a bit hard to do with so many people crowded around the barricade, but he managed to shimmy his way closer without running into too many of them. He waved at Freddy once again, grinning as the two made eye contact.

It made Freddy a little nervous to see Gregory weaving through the crowd. However, the boy seemed perfectly content as he found a spot close to the stage, so he was able to focus on the rest of their performance. After the crowd died down from the previous song, Freddy grabbed his mic out of its stand and walked to the front of the stage.

“Everyone, this is our final song for this morning’s show!” the bear announced, to varying reactions. He grinned and pointed to where Gregory stood, knowing that even if no one else could see him Gregory would understand his intent. “We have a very special person in the audience today, and I would like to dedicate this last song to him! Everyone make some noise for my superstar!”

Upon receiving the special shout-out Gregory cheered with the rest of the crowd, though it seemed people around him avoided the one spot he stood in—probably because it was so cold. Gregory paid this no mind however, focused on jumping up and down in excitement as his gave the band the widest smile they’d ever seen.

After one more song and a rousing cheer for an encore, the Fazbear band finally finished their performance. As Freddy waved to the crowd, he locked gazes with Gregory and jerked head to the side, trying to subtly hint for the boy to follow them. Soon, the band walked off to the backstage area where they could relax and charge up for a bit before going about the rest of their day.

Gregory noticed the subtle head jerk and immediately bounded for the barricade, quickly climbing over it before scrambling on stage and following the direction he'd seen the animatronics head off to. It only took Gregory a few moments to find Freddy backstage, running up and hugging onto his legs. “Freddy! You guys did so awesome!”

“Thank you, Gregory!” the animatronic replied, smiling as he picked the boy up and gave him a proper hug, taking a quick look around to make sure there were no human staff members nearby to ask questions.

“Hey, kid!” Roxy called, coming over to Freddy and Gregory with a grin. “Ol’ Fredbear said you wouldn’t get to see us perform for another few days! Couldn’t stand to miss out on my awesome moves, huh?” She struck a pose, one hand on her hip and the other one fluffing out her hair.

“It was the coolest thing ever!” Gregory told her, which caused Monty to step closer.

“I think squirt here is talkin’ about my amazin’ solo,” he stated, playfully mocking Roxy by posing exactly like her.

Chica rolled her eyes at the two before patting Gregory's head. “I'm so happy you could finally join us! You looked like you were having a blast!”

The boy smiled happily, lightly nodding his head. “I had lots of fun! I heard people cheering so I just followed it and found you guys on stage!”

“I was surprised to see you!” Freddy admitted with a laugh. “But people did not seem to notice you, from what I could tell.” He chuckled a little softer, shaking his head at himself. “I suppose I did not have to worry so much, did I?”

“That's how it was at the daycare! No one could see me,” Gregory explained, lightly kicking his legs back and forth as Freddy held him. “Does this mean I can go out in the daytime more?!”

Freddy thought for a moment, catching his bandmates’ pleading gazes out of the corner of his eye. Eventually he nodded, smiling brightly. “Yes, I suppose that would be alright—as long as you promise to stay with one of us while you are out. I am still a bit hesitant about you wandering on your own, especially after that interaction with Sun…”

“Yesssss!” Roxy cheered, her tail wagging excitedly. “More time with Gregory! Now you can really see my awesome skills and learn why I’m the best!”

“Yesssss!” Gregory echoed, throwing his hands in the air—although he figured he'd stay glued to Freddy's side most of the time for now.

Chica wagged a finger at Roxy with a small giggle. “You’d better not sneak him off to race and scare him out of the car again!”

“I won’t!” Roxy scoffed, offended. “You’d better not tire the kid out with all your crazy exercises!”

Freddy ignored them, checking on his internal clock before announcing to the group: “Our next show is at 2 pm. I know some of us have parties to attend, myself included, so we should get moving before the staff comes to find us.” He tilted his head at Gregory with a smile. “I am guessing you would like to stay with me today, superstar?”

Gregory nodded as he hugged onto Freddy tightly. “Just pretend I'm not even here!”

“Hard to do that when you're so adorable!” Monty mentioned, reaching towards Gregory and ruffling his hair, glad that the boy didn’t shy away from him this time. “Look at his lil’ face and those big ol' peepers!”

“It’s kinda cool that you can sneak around though!” Roxy added. “You can eat so much cake without people knowing—” She stopped mid-sentence as Freddy shot her a glare, then quickly backpedaled. “—I mean, it’s not nice to steal other people’s birthday cake… not if they find out, at least.” She muttered this last part under her breath, but of course everyone could hear her.

“You're right—I've never tried birthday cake before!” Gregory exclaimed with a small gasp. He glanced up at Freddy, giving him the biggest puppy-dog eyes imaginable. “Can I at least have one slice?”

“I will be sure to save one for you,” Freddy reassured him. “Speaking of which, I really must be going; I need to pick up the cake for my next party and deliver it to the birthday girl.” He placed Gregory on the ground, ruffling his hair much gentler than Monty had done before standing up straight. “Follow close behind me, okay? I cannot hold your hand or people will notice something is off. However, if you ever get too overwhelmed, let me know and I will find a back room where you can hide. Does that sound like a plan?”

“Aye aye, captain!” Gregory chirped, giving Freddy a salute and moving into position behind him. He was excited to see what his father's day entailed in general, but he was very excited to go to a birthday party for the first time.

As usual, Freddy had digitally been sent a meticulous plan outlining where and when he’d be needed throughout the day. Normally he would charge after every show since those used the most power and energy, but Gregory’s sudden appearance required a slight shift in schedule. Freddy still had a fair amount of charge, certainly enough to last him through the birthday party, since all he usually did was present a cake or gift—depending on the party package chosen—then spend time chatting with the kids. He led Gregory through the back rooms down to the kitchen area, where he picked up a freshly-decorated cake and hid it securely in his chest compartment, then set off towards the party room in the upper level of the daycare.

Gregory simply followed after Freddy curiously, taking a look around as they walked. It was weird seeing the Pizzaplex in the daytime, but he ignored his urges to run off and check out things that caught his interest—he could save the more in-depth explorations for another day.

“You must have lots of fun at the parties!” Gregory commented as they walked. He knew Freddy couldn't really reply to him at the moment, but that didn't mean he couldn't chatter about anything and everything. “I bet you've been to a ton…”

Freddy wanted to answer him of course, but they’d just entered the daycare and the bear was instantly rushed by a group of excited kids, noting how Gregory immediately moved away to avoid their accidental touch. He greeted them all with a smile and a promise to visit later then hurried off to the party room, the guests cheering as Freddy entered. They were in a smaller room since there were only five kids total, leaving plenty of open seats for a ghostly guest. After saying hello to the kids and their parents, Freddy checked the schedule to confirm the birthday girl’s name. Then, he opened his chest hatch with a flourish and exclaimed, “Happy birthday, Samantha!”

“Happy birthday!” Gregory told the girl softly as he took a seat at the far end of the table, away from all the other kids. Although he knew she wouldn't be able to hear him, he liked being able to participate in whatever way he could.

Freddy’s heart sank a little as he watched Gregory try to join in out of the corner of his eye. While his invisibility was useful for the adults, Freddy wished that Gregory was able to interact with the other kids. However, Freddy couldn’t acknowledge his feelings at the moment, since all eyes were on him as he carefully removed the cake and set it on the table in front of Samantha. Her smile was huge as she stared at the cake, and Freddy stepped back to let the parents cut and serve it. Casually, Freddy slowly backed up to where Gregory sat, using this momentary distraction to gently run a paw over the boy’s hair, making sure the gesture was as subtle as possible.

Gregory simply watched the party from his seat, kicking his legs back and forth absently. This was a new and fun experience for him, but he couldn't help but feel a bit... upset. He’d never gotten to experience this sort of thing while he was alive, and even if he did have a birthday party someday, it wouldn’t be quite the same without a group of kids to share the fun with. However, he was soon roused out of these thoughts as he felt Freddy's hand run through his hair, his smile quickly returning.

“You do such a good job making people happy!” Gregory mentioned to him, looking back at the party-goers.

“Thank you, superstar,” Freddy responded automatically, and a few sets of eyes turned on him as he spoke. He flashed a bright smile and clarified, “Superstar Samantha! Thank you for being here to host such a wonderful party!” He moved back to the main group as the children excitedly began chattering at him. Based on the looks between some exhausted parents, the sugar overload was already starting to hit.

Freddy crouched down by the birthday girl’s side, talking with her between bites of cake while answering any other questions the kids threw at him. At one point, a boy got too excited and jumped on Freddy’s back with a shriek. His mother frantically pulled him off, apologizing to Freddy and snapping at her kid that he’d be in big trouble if he damaged the animatronic. Freddy simply laughed, not minding the attention at all.

Gregory continued observing from afar, his mind wandering back to his earlier thoughts as the kids excitedly conversed. He wondered what it'd be like if he had actually lived the life he dreamed of… As fun as it would've been, he might not have met the animatronics that now took care of him—at least, certainly not under the same circumstances. But despite how he came to know them, Gregory now had a family that loved him, and that's all he really wanted.

The party lasted another thirty minutes, and then it was time for Freddy to prepare for his next show. However, he had a small break before he needed to head backstage, and he planned to use it to his full advantage.

“Alright, Gregory, how about some cake?” Freddy asked once all the kids and their parents had left the room, shutting the blinds to shield them from any wayward guests passing by. He’d made sure to surreptitiously pull the cake away when there was a suitable distraction, and there were about three pieces left.

“Ooh, I want some!” Gregory exclaimed, fidgeting in his seat with excitement. Judging by the kids’ reactions earlier, the cake had to be delicious!

Freddy cut Gregory a big piece of cake and set it in front of him. There was already a fork and napkin on the table from the party set up, so Freddy took a seat and waited intently for the boy’s reaction.

“Thank you!” Gregory said, grabbing a fork and instantly taking a huge bite. To no one’s surprise, he was immediately overjoyed. “This is the best thing ever!”

“I am glad you enjoy it!” Freddy said with a smile. “Luckily, there is an endless supply around here!”

An interesting thought occurred to him: since Gregory didn’t need to eat food to survive anymore, it really shouldn’t matter what he ate… If he wanted, he could technically eat nothing but cake for the rest of time. Freddy chuckled softly; he’d keep that thought to himself for now.

“It’s pretty, too!” Gregory added, licking the icing off of his fingers after scarfing down his final bite. “Okay, I'm all done!”

“There are dozens of cake styles to choose from,” Freddy informed him, gathering up his plate and throwing it in the trash. The S.T.A.F.F. bots would clean up most of the mess, but Freddy liked to help where he could. “My next assignment is another show, but first I must recharge. I am going to the station just outside the daycare, so we are close by.”

Gregory lightly nodded his head, soon hopping off of the chair. “Sounds easy enough!”

“Hmm…” Freddy looked out the window to find it practically swarming with children. He opened his chest plate, bending slightly to give Gregory easier access. “Maybe you should hide for a short while; that way I do not have to leave you outside the charging pod.”

The boy nodded, crawling into his hatch and getting comfortable. “Must be a lot of birthdays today!”

“Yes, now that everyone is back in commission, parties that had to be rescheduled are taking place; we are quite busy!” Freddy explained. He then exited the party room and walked towards the charging station, stopping every few feet to say hello to children who ran in his path. Eventually he made it to the pod and stepped inside, relieved to have a small break from the crowd. Of course, kids could still see him and some particularly excited ones smacked their hands on the machine, but Freddy paid them no mind and focused on the feeling of his battery quickly filling back up to full power.

“I know you're programmed to do this stuff, but... I don’t think I could ever do this every day!” Gregory commented honestly, hearing a particularly excited child practically ram into the charging pod in an effort to get Freddy’s attention. “I'd be sooooo annoyed!”

Freddy laughed, the action gently shaking Gregory as well. “I admit that is it nice to have some time to myself; that is why we often chose to wander at night, since we are so booked during the daytime.”

“Do you ever get any days off?”

“The Pizzaplex closes down during some holidays, as there are not enough customers to justify it remaining open. Although the Pizzaplex does get a holiday overlay during that time, which includes some festive additions to our usual attire. I am excited for you to see it next season!”

As Freddy finished this comment, his charge also completed. He stepped out when the coast was clear enough and headed backstage, where Chica was already waiting. After confirming no staff was around, Freddy let Gregory out of his chest compartment.

“This has been the best day ever!” the boy announced as he climbed down, throwing his fists in the air.

“I am glad you are having fun!” Freddy said happily. He glanced around again, knowing that the techs would be coming by any minute to check on the animatronics before their next performance. “Gregory, would you like to go find a spot to watch the show? It is scheduled to start in just under fifteen minutes.”

“Heck yeah!” Gregory nodded vigorously, then quickly rushed off towards the main atrium. “I'll see you guys soon!”

Gregory ran out just in time, as a staff member appeared backstage when the boy slipped through a door. Freddy and Chica went through their standard check-up, and soon Monty and Roxy joined them and went through the same process. Fifteen minutes later, the band gave each other high-fives and got in position while the unseen announcer let the crowd know the performance was starting. On cue the band ran on-stage, waving to the crowd as they found their spots and began to play.

Gregory was at the very front of the crowd, making sure he had the best spot in the house! It was close to Freddy as well, which was what the boy was looking forward to the most. The bear spotted him immediately, giving him a big smile and a personal wave. Their show was essentially the same as before, although they switched the order of a few songs. It was clear that all four animatronics were having the time of their lives and made sure to give some acknowledgment to Gregory in particular like they did earlier that day.

As Gregory watched the performance, he alternated between happily jumping along with the crowd and simply staring up in awe, never once turning away from the stage. He never knew how great music could be until today—if only he knew how to play an instrument, he'd totally want to go on stage with them during closing hours.

After the show, the band went backstage to cool off. This time, one of the techs was there just to give them an extra once-over. Since the company had a bit of paranoia after the recent virus attack, they’d instated these extra after show checks—at first they were after every show, but once the animatronics had proven they were back to normal, they’d been cut down to one or two times a day. As the tech looked Freddy over for any obvious physical damage he might have sustained on stage, the bear’s eyes widened as he noticed Gregory peering around the corner.

“Freddy, what are you looking at?” the tech asked, shining a small flashlight in the animatronic’s eyes. “You feeling alright?”

“Oh, yes, I am sorry; I was just… thinking,” Freddy explained, focusing on the human in front of him. The tech hummed a noise of disbelief but didn’t press the matter any further.

“Well, you’re all good,” he said, putting the flashlight away. He raised a hand in parting as he left the room, calling over his shoulder: “See you all later!”

“Whew!” Roxy exclaimed once the human was far enough away. She walked over to Freddy and patted his back roughly. “You’ve gotta be careful there, Fredbear—can’t let the kid distract you all the time!”

Gregory hesitated for a moment before quickly walking over to Freddy and hugging onto his leg. “I'm sorry…”

“It is alright,” Freddy responded, hugging Gregory back with one arm. “I will get used to having you around backstage soon enough!”

“I'm so glad Gregory could see our shows today!” Chica exclaimed, clapping her hands. “He seems to be really enjoying himself.”

“Obviously it's because we're awesome!” Roxy commented with a grin. “Especially me!”

“You were so cool, Roxy!” Gregory said with a bright smile. “You all were!” He glanced at Monty, who was being strangely quiet. However, he was still a little wary of the gator and decided not to mention anything—for all Gregory knew, Monty was just scheming up new ways to “greet” him in the golf course the next time he came by…

Freddy didn't have time to register that Monty was acting off, as an alert that his next party started in twenty minutes flashed across his vision.

“Unfortunately, we do not have much time to talk; I need to prepare for my next party,” the bear announced. “It is back in the daycare area, but in a different room, and I must pick up another cake.” He smiled at his fellow bandmates, giving them a wave. “I will see you all in a few hours! Gregory, please follow behind me as you did before.” Gregory nodded and waved at the others before quickly following after Freddy.

“Good thing Sun never hosts any parties…,” the boy murmured, falling into step with the animatronic. “What if the lights went off and Moon tried to steal all the cake?!”

Freddy laughed, giving Gregory a small pat on the head before they entered a populated area. The next party went by just as the previous one. Gregory even got another piece of cake at the end, though this one was a different flavor than before. After another quick charge, they returned backstage to see that the others were already getting checked over by the techs. As Freddy began his own assessment, he took note of Monty sitting in a chair while another technician shined a flashlight into his eyes.

“Look here,” the tech said, moving the flashlight to the left. Monty stared at her blankly for a few seconds, before slowly shifting his eyes to follow the light. The tech frowned. “Hmm... your reactions are a bit delayed. Do you detect any malfunctions?”

“Not that I know of...,” Monty replied, shaking his head slowly. “I believe I've not received any notification for a malfunction!”

“Huh…” The tech heaved a small sigh. It was clear that something was weird with the gator just based on the altered speech pattern, but they didn’t have time to assess it further—per company policy, since they were short on time and there were no clear indications that Monty wouldn’t be able to perform, they had to let him go on stage.

“Well, other than your eyes you seem to be fine, so you’re good to play,” the tech said with a shrug. “I’ll check on you again after the show, just to be safe.” With that, she walked away, the other technicians soon followed suit.

“Monty, if you do not feel right, please let us know,” Freddy said once the humans had cleared out, his voice full of concern.

“Yeah, we won’t hold it against you if you need to sit this one out,” Roxy said, then barked a laugh and clapped Monty on the shoulder. “At least, we won’t—the company will probably be mad…”

Monty looked over at the group, smiling softly. “I'm sure I'll be fine! I'm just a bit... slow? Perhaps I'll need to stop by Parts & Repairs afterwards.”

“I'm gonna find a place by the stage!” Gregory announced, moving towards the door. Something about this situation was making him feel guilty, though he had no idea why. Maybe it was just residual from when he’d decommissioned the animatronics before—he didn’t like the thought of them malfunctioning again. Regardless, all Gregory knew was that he wanted to be away from the situation immediately.

“Alright; be safe!” Freddy called as Gregory was already halfway to the exit. Once the boy disappeared, Freddy stood and gave Monty a fist-bump. “I am sure this is nothing serious. Here is to another great show!”

Monty grinned at him, then stood and got in position with Roxy and Chica. Minutes later they walked onstage and took their places, listening to the crowd go wild.

Everything was fine for about fifteen minutes. Monty seemed okay, until he suddenly forgot the chorus to one of their songs. Luckily, Chica covered for him and he bounced back quickly. A few minutes later, he messed up a solo—and this time, the crowd was starting to notice something amiss. Freddy shot the gator a concerned glance, but Monty just waved him away and indicated for him to keep going.

As Freddy turned back around to face the crowd, he heard a loud thump behind him. The audience gasped, watching as Monty fell hard onto the stage and just sort of… lay there.

“The Fazbear Band is experiencing some technical difficulties; please come back later for the next show!” the invisible announcer said as Freddy and the others practically threw their instruments out of the way in order to help. With their combined effort, they were able to lift the gator and carry him backstage, the sounds of the chattering crowd fading away as people slowly streamed out of the area.

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Summary: Pops takes control of the date and gets in some opinions (much to Kai’s disdain). Meanwhile Kai is trying to find a way to balance the quickly moving relationship along with his newfound feelings. Plus there is some touching!

Chapter: 10

Warnings: None

“Anyway, gonna show me your room kind sir?”

If his heart wasn’t beating that fast before, it was certainly beating fairly quickly by now! “M-my room?” He mentally face palmed at stuttering and you laughed a bit. His shyness was out of character so it was soothing to know you had that much of an effect on him! “Uhhh yeah? Your room? Well unless you have any other room to show me?” A little lightbulb went off in his head and he quickly stood up from the couch. He held his hand out for you...the second time today he would be touching you...and you graciously accepted it, being sure not to comment on his germaphobia and kill the moment. “I do have some other rooms to show you. “ He lied smoothly. There was nothing else in the house of true interest (at least to him anyway), but he wasn’t even sure the condition of his room at the moment. “Follow me this way, Angel.” He tested the waters with the nickname again, and you complied as if he’d been calling you it from day one. In fact, he had been testing the waters for a good time now. The increased effort to touch you was a test to himself. At one point he rolled up his sleeves and relished in the fact that he had not a single hive to show. 

You were like magic to him.

“Kai, what room is this?” You asked in confusion and he smiled, turning on the lights to reveal MANY books from wall to wall. In fact, the medium sized room had all walls set as a bookshelf. “This is Pops collection of books. Before you ask, there is no way in hell the old man read all of this. I just think he’s an avid collector. Although I do seem to recall him reading quite a bit when I was younger. I always assumed it was mostly paperwork. Oh my apologies, is my prattling on beginning to bother you?” He asked as you gently trailed your hands along the books. “It’s not bothering me at all! It’s cute when you talk about your childhood. And these books are all so well taken care of. Not a speck of dust in sight!” Kai chuckled and leaned against the doorframe. “That’s because of my contributions during chore day. That old man tends to the fish in the Koi pond and calls it a day. Can’t complain though, at least he gets out of the way for me to handle the business.” You rolled your eyes and him and scoffed playfully. “Poor Kai, left to do something I’m sure he enjoys doing for fun anyway.” 

“Bold of you to assume I enjoy cleaning because I’m a germaphobe. The whole point of it is to stay away from as much dirt as possible.” He teased you and reached out for your hand again. “C’mon. There are more rooms in this house to show you.” While you were enjoying the time and taking in as many as views as possible, he was internally freaking out about holding your hand. This was the first hand he’s intentionally held in his life! Well, besides holding Pop’s hand to cross the street when he was a kid. A part of him wonders if it’s childish to have this kind of mental breakdown over something as simple as handholding, but it’s quickly silenced by the urge to push his limits further. You’re beginning to make him wonder if he’s even truly a germaphobe in the first place. Around the 5th or 6th room he was starting to look at your dismissive face and he became concerned. “Is there...something bothering you Y/N?” 

“Hmm?! Oh no it’s okay. I just...I really am ready to see your room. It’s getting late and I don’t wanna miss the opportunity is all.” You fessed up and he swallowed. “I see. Okay then, just follow me.” He could feel his hands getting a little clammy underneath the fabric gloves. Thank God he made it to the door before it leaked through and you felt it. That would’ve been more embarrassing than any childhood story Pops could tell you. When you made it to the doors, he mentally braced himself before opening it and moving aside for you to enter. The gasp you made almost made him fall out but luckily it was coming from a good place of mind. “Kai it’s exactly like I imagined! This is the neatest room I’ve ever been in! Have you even ever slept in that bed over there??? This makes me want to go home in clean my rats nest of a room (no offense reader, but your room in this story is in fact a rats nest)!” You continued to compliment him while his eyes locked onto the singular book laying on the desk and not on his shelf. He dashed to put it back into place and you laughed. “No need to panic over something so simple. This room is damn near spotless. I’d live here if I could!” You exclaimed as you let yourself fall back onto the plush bed. He didn’t mind you rolling around and your laughter was awakening something him at the moment until Pops interrupted the two of you. “Live here you say!?” He popped his head in the doorway and Kai verbally sighed. “Not now please...” He begged but the old man ignored him. “How about staying the night for a starter? I’ve got somewhere to be tomorrow and the boy can’t handle the Hassaikai work and the chores as well. Perhaps could you lend a hand with my end of the work please?” 

“Pops there is no way in hell-”

“Sure thing!” Kai just about got whiplash with how fast he jerked his head around to look at you. “W...wHaT???” You laughed and sat upright on the bed. “I’ll sleep over for a night or two if I need to. It’s kinda boring at home and this place is nice. Besides, I’m off for the next few days. Plus hours have been cut and I’m one of them thanks to me being a rather new employee still. Pops you can trust us to keep the house running while you’re gone!” You assured him and he smiled in return. “Thank you my dear. I’ll be heading out to pack right now.” Pops walked out and Kai excused himself to follow directly behind the elder. Once in the confinement of Pop’s room, Kai went off. “Are you actually going senile old man?! What the hell was that!???” Pops simply laughed it off and began packing his bags. “What do you mean? I just recruited some help for you from my darling in-law. Besides, it would be nice for Y/N to get to know the house better since I intend for the two of you to move in together once the relationship progresses to that point. Oh yes, then the marriage will soon come. And of course the grandkids you’ll have/adopt. Oh and also-”

“YOU ARE GETTING AHEAD OF YOURSELF!” Kai’s face was beet red with anger and embarrassment while Pops simply laughed it off. “Calm down my boy, I simply wanted you to spend some time with them. It’s better because you’re far too late in developing feelings. I was wondering if you planned on dying alone. I’m glad to know you aren’t going to be alone when I pass someday. I’m proud of you for finding someone so wonderful to be at your side. Y/N is good, I can tell from her/his/their smile.” Pops gently reached to pat Kai’s shoulder and he calmed down under the old man’s touch.

Sometimes he was bearable.

“Besides, I left you another special gift below the base in your office. I thought it would come in handy.” Pops smiled mischievously while Kai gagged.

Sometimes bearable, not all the time...

Now he would have to tend to you for a day or two.

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