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hayakawalove · 7 days

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Double the Pleasure

Summary: Gojo catches you playing with yourself and wants to join.

A/N: Just something short but I think it's hot.

CW: Smut, Porn Watching, Mutual Masturbation, Dirty Talk, Humiliation, Praise, Female Reader, AFAB Reader

W/C: 1,832

Credit to @benkeibear for the banner

Fuck.

The suctioning of your toy was placed directly over your body, making your body tremble in excitement. You had been at this for the past thirty minutes, laying on your stomach with your toy beneath you. It was pressed up against your clit, on the highest setting. You had left your shirt on, while your pants were torn from you and lay somewhere on the bed. You release a moan as your eyes focus on your phone in front of you. A video was playing on the screen, volume turned up just loud enough for your ears. You watch as the woman on screen gets fucked, her salacious moans filling the room.

Your pussy clenches, making you groan. It felt so good, you knew you were close. You just needed that little push. Sometimes you found it hard to get yourself off when you were all by your lonesome. Normally, you have the added aid from a certain white haired man. He was out today, and wouldn’t be home for, you check the time, thirty minutes.

You have time.

If this were any other day you would have been fine waiting for him, knowing he would jump your bones the second you asked. But today you just felt so damn needy. Waiting sounded impossible. Your skin itched to be touched, so you didn’t stop yourself when your hands started wandering.

Your eyes flutter as you watch the video, feeling yourself grow even needier by the second. Your pussy weeps at the sight of the actress getting fucked, wishing it was you.

You don’t even realize the door is opened. Satoru stumbles inside, finding your body relaxed on the bed.

“I’m home!” He calls out. “What’re you doing?”

You jolt in bed, finger scrambling to turn off the video and your toy. Your breathing tries to regulate as you look over your shoulder.

“N-nothing.”

Satoru saunters over to you, a sly smirk spread across his face. He’s already decided to tease you. Whenever Satoru set his mind to bully someone, nothing could stop him.

“Oh bunny, you know you’re a terrible liar.” He coos at you, crawling on the bed.

“I’m not-“ you say, before you feel a pressure on top of you.

Satoru’s laying on your back, head peering over your shoulder. His toned body pushes against yours, leaving you breathless.

“You’re fucking heavy.” You murmur, your voice sounding pained.

“How rude. I’m very nice to you and this is the thanks I get?”

Your eyes twitch while you adjust under him, attempting to find any position that wouldn’t hurt. Satoru runs his hands down your arms, nuzzling into your hair. He was like a pet.

“So let’s try this again, what were you doing?”

“You already know what I was doing.” You mumble, pushing your face into the sheets even more.

Part of you hoped they would swallow you whole.

“Do I?” Satoru reaches for your phone but you refuse to loosen your grip.

“Come on, say it and I’ll leave you alone.”

Your skin prickles at the attention he’s giving you. Satoru knew you got embarrassed easily. It was a fact he delighted in frequently, often using it to his advantage at any turn. You take a deep breath, as deep as you can given the weight on top of you, and say, “I was touching myself. There. You got what you wanted.” Your words are hurried and quiet.

Satoru smiles at your admission, thinking it was fucking adorable to hear you say that.

“Aw, it wasn’t that hard now was it?”

Intelligible words are spoken into the sheets, but Satoru pays them no mind. He reaches for your phone again when you’re not expecting it. Satoru knows the password so he types it in and looks at the screen.

“I thought you were gonna leave me alone?”

“You really fell for that? You’re a bad liar and you’re gullible.” Satoru swipes across your phone.

“So what’re we watching?” He asks, opening up the video.

“We?” You ask, trying to look at him behind you but you can’t.

Satoru presses play, a soft chuckle passing by his lips.

“Wow, you’re dirty.” He says your name while watching the video.

Embarrassment floods your system, wishing you could hide under the covers but Satoru had you trapped, literally and figuratively.

“Keep going.” Satoru says, voice unbothered as he watches the screen.

It’s painful to swallow. He wanted you to keep touching yourself? You were tempted, you were so close to getting off before he interrupted you.

The toy is still under you, pressed against your body just waiting to be turned on again.

“But what about you?” You ask.

“Don’t worry about me.”

You caress the button before pressing on, your body trembling once you feel the suction against your tender skin. You let out a soft groan that Satoru hums at, before he’s pulling back. Shuffling of clothes can be heard while you bury your face into the sheets, and Satoru’s pressing himself back against you, only this time you can feel his bare skin on top of your body.

“How does it feel?” He asks, gliding his hand up your side to push your shirt up.

“G-good.” You shake against the toy, reveling in it even though it was on the lowest setting.

“Yeah, could hear you from the door. You were moaning so fucking loud, neighbors could probably hear it too.”

You dig your nails in the sheet beside your head, keeping your face pointed downwards. Your high was gone already, but you were sure it wouldn’t take long to come back now that Satoru was here.

“Face up, don’t you wanna watch?”

Glancing up you see Satoru’s veiny arm, his hand holding your phone in front of the two of you. The video is playing still, making you bite down on the inside of your cheek.

Satoru grins down, glancing between your head and the video. He really wasn’t expecting this when he came home, but he wouldn’t say no.

You feel him press down into you harder, and you’re able to identify his cock on your ass. He was already hard, the length of it heavy against you.

“What’re you doing?” You ask.

Satoru starts grinding against you, and keeps his eyes on the phone.

“I wanna cum too.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

His cock slowly rubs against you, his body doing all the work. You could just have sex with each other, but this was so much hotter.

“Turn it up for me, I wanna hear it.”

You raise a shaky arm to turn the volume of the video up, allowing the sounds of it to fill the space between you.

The two of you had never watched porn together.

“Fuck, baby.” Satoru murmurs, maintaining a slow pace as his hips push against you.

The two of you are staring at the phone, indulging in the way the two actors are fucking each other. It was hard, just how you and Satoru fucked. You even picked a video where they resembled the both of you, needing someone who looked like Satoru if you didn’t have the real thing.

Satoru’s breathing is picking up, soft pants coming from behind you. Even if he was heavy, which he definitely wasn’t light, your mind wasn’t focused on that. All you could think about was the weight of his cock on you.

“Bet that tight little pussy missed me right? ‘S why you couldn’t wait a little longer?”

Satoru trails kisses up your arm, causing you to twitch beneath him. You could feel his leaky tip rub against your back, making you dizzy.

“Come on baby, tell me you missed me.” Satoru all but begs.

“I missed you Satoru.” You say his name sweetly.

Your finger presses the button again, increasing the speed of your toy. The room was stifling. You touching yourself with Satoru on top of you gave you no wiggle room.

“I know, baby.” Satoru murmurs against you.

Satoru was in a talkative mood tonight, he usually was, but you could tell he was feeling it more so than usual. It excited you. He never disappointed with his words in bed.

“Turn your toy up, wanna hear you moan.” Satoru instructs, keeping a steady hand as he holds your phone.

You allow yourself to turn up the toy even more, the increase in suction making your mouth water. Moans start to escape your throat.

“That’s it baby, let it out.” Satoru groans. “You feel so fucking good.”

You can feel yourself clench around nothing, the combination of his words and the video in front of you going straight to your pussy. You turn it up to full, letting yourself feel good.

Satoru keeps one hand up to support himself while the other holds your phone, his hips thrusting against you. The room is 100 degrees, you’re sure of it, as he rubs his cock against your ass. You bite your lip watching her get fucked as you imagine it being you, pussy remembering the stretch of Satoru. If you listen closely, you can hear his groans behind you mixed with the sounds coming from your phone.

“God, bunny.” Satoru groans.

With each pump of his hips, he shoves you forward slightly only to be held against the toy harder.

“S-Satoru, hnng,” You pant as you feel yourself get closer.

“What was that?” He taunts, leaning down against you even more.

“I-I can’t take it, it-“

“Yes you can, this is what you were doing when I was gone wasn’t it? Filthy girl can’t even w-wait.”

Drool is seeping from the sides of your lips, trying to contain your moans. Satoru goes faster, his cock nudging between your ass cheeks. There’s a mess between your thighs now, your wetness coating your skin. You can’t decide whether to focus your attention on the sounds behind you or in front of you. You moan into the sheets below you as you feel yourself get closer. You wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

“Satoru I’m gonna-“

“F-fuck yes, cum for me baby come on, fuck.”

Satoru groans behind you, slamming his hips over your ass. Your pussy clenches as you cum, burying your head in the bed to quiet the moans coming from you. Satoru moans louder when he hears you cum, finding as much enjoyment out of it as you do.

“I’m close baby, stay still for me, please stay still.” The desperation from his voice leaves you breathless.

You feel warm spurts against your back as Satoru lets out a moan, his hips slowing down. He drops your phone down and pushes himself up to look at the cum on you.

He shuffles before grabbing a cloth to wipe you up, his eyes full of love as he watches you.

“Next time, wait for me to start.”

“Okay.” You slur out, wrapping yourself around Satoru when he lays down.

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horanghaejamjam · 6 months

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Hallows Eve - {CS}

↪ Summary: Your friends trick you into doing a Halloween ritual that’s supposed to summon a demon. You never believed in demons but do it anyway just to please them. Needless to say you didn’t expect it to work, nor did you expect yourself to end up trapped in the underworld by a demon wishing to claim you as his.

↪ Pairings: Demon prince San x Female presenting reader

↪ Rating: M 18+

↪ Genre: Fluff/Smut/Demon Au/Arranged Marriage/S2L

↪ Word Count: 3.8k

↪ Warnings/Contents: Smut (MDNI), Hard dom/possessive San, Power dynamics (Use of "sir" and "brat"), corruption, unprotected sex marking/biting, multiple orgasms, and body worship, aftercare and San being super soft at the end.

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There is a common legend that makes its way through your town every October. The legend goes that if you go into the woods at midnight, light a jack-o'-lantern, and recite an ancient poem, that you can summon a deity known as The Demon of the Hallows. The legend then states that anyone who summons him with a kind spirit will be blessed with a special gift, but those without a kind spirit would never be heard from again. You wouldn’t call yourself a skeptic or anything but you were never one to humor the legend. It was something you brushed off as a dumb story high school kids used to scare their friends or younger siblings. Needless to say, never in a million years did you expect to find yourself standing in the middle of the woods with a poorly carved jack-o'-lantern and a lighter. Your friends were hiding behind the trees a few feet away from you, not wanting to take any chances in case this ritual did end up working.

This had all started during a Halloween party you were attending with your friends. Yunho had been the one to bring up the legend to which Mingi and Wooyoung had insisted that you try it, just to see what would happen. They agreed you had to be the one to do it since you were the most “normal” out of the friend group and before you knew it you were being dragged out of the party and into the woods, Wooyoung stealing one of the carved pumpkins from the porch so you could complete the ritual.

It was completely dark out, with the moon being the only source of light, barely allowing you to make out the shadows of your friends from where you stood. Your rather thin vampire costume doing very little to shield you from the cold fall breeze, and you didn’t bring a jacket as you hadn’t planned on going outside. Your dress fluttered in the wind and tickled at your legs as you shivered and rubbed at your arm to try and stay warm.

“This is ridiculous!” you called back, “can’t we just go home, it’s freezing out here!”

“What’s the matter?” you heard Wooyoung call back to you, “are you scared it will work?”

“I’m not scared of a demon, I'm scared of freezing to death!” you argued back which caused the boys to laugh.

“You’re so dramatic!” Yunho teased.

“We only have two minutes until midnight, just do it!” Mingi added. You really wanted to just leave them there and run back to the house, but you knew you would never hear the end of it if you did.

“You guys are so dead once this is over,” you groaned, setting the pumpkin down on the ground and waiting for the cue to start. Once Wooyoung gave you the go ahead you quickly lit the candle inside the pumpkin and recited the poem as best as you could remember it. The light from the candle flickered in the wind as you waited a moment to see if anything would happen. As expected, nothing did and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes as you stood up and dusted yourself off. “I told you guys it wouldn’t work, can we go now?” you called out, only to be met with silence. “Guys?” you tried looking around but you could no longer see the shadows of your friends. You knew they couldn’t have left that quickly without you hearing or seeing them, so your first instinct was that they were hiding from you just to scare you. “Really funny, come on guys I want to go back,” you said, walking over to the tree only to realize there was no one there. The woods fell eerily silent as you began to panic, calling out for your friends and looking around only to find that no one was there, you were completely alone.

“Why so scared little one?” you quickly turned around to see a figure standing in front of the jack-o'-lantern where you had just been. He stood just a bit taller than you, with wide shoulders and a slim but toned waist. His hair was long, mostly black but you could see white peeking out at the bottom, the strands perfectly slicked back behind two black ram-like horns. He was wearing a black suit with red trim and gold embellishments that matched the gold headpiece he was wearing. Tucked behind him you could just make out the outline of batlike wings, resting against his shoulders. His eyes were sharp as he looked at you, and when you moved closer you could see the red color and cat-like pupil, the charcoal style makeup he was wearing only served to help accentuate his features. If you weren’t intimidated by his presence, you would have found him to be insanely beautiful.

“I-who are you?” you stuttered out as you walked over to him, causing him to chuckle.

“You are the one who called me here and yet you don’t know who I am?” he questioned, clearly amused by the situation. You, on the other hand, were terrified as you struggled to form a proper sentence.

“Wait so you are The Demon of the Hallows? I didn’t think you were real!” you confessed.

“That’s the name people gave me over the years, but I find that title much too formal,” he mused, “call me San.” You blinked at him in confusion as he moved closer until he was only a foot or so in front of you, smirking to himself as he took a moment to look over you. “You really didn’t believe in me did you? Poor thing, I can sense your confusion from miles away,” he cooed with another laugh, “let me guess you were tricked into doing this weren’t you? Your friends dragged you out here then ran away at the first sign of danger?” Your eyes widened at his observation, staring down at the ground while you played with the hem of your dress.

“How did you know that?”

“My Sweet Y/N I’ve ruled over these parts for centuries, I know everything. Also you wouldn’t be the first pure soul to find yourself in this predicament,” he explained, reaching a hand out to brush your hair out of your face. You flinched slightly from the sudden contact, but you couldn't deny there was a strange warmth behind his touch, a welcome sensation that nearly had you leaning against his hand as he pulled away. “I must say,” he confessed, “of everyone who has called upon me, you are definitely the most beautiful, and the most innocent. You are exactly what I have been looking for.” With a pleased smile, he stood up straight and offered you his hand, which you took after a moment of hesitation, “Come with me, it’s time I show you your new home.”

“New home?” you questioned, “what do you mean new home? And what do you mean I’m what you’ve been looking for?”

“I have waited years for the right soul to turn up, to complete me and help tie me to the mortal world and I have finally found it,” San explained as he tugged you along, “you my darling, are going to be my bride.”

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You don’t remember much of what happened after San pulled you away, almost as if you had blacked out. When you woke up, you found yourself tucked into a large bed, having been changed out of your costume and into a red silk nightgown. Your hair was also down and brushed out and your makeup had been removed. You sat up slowly, hugging the black comforter against your body and taking a moment to look around the room. It was a large master bedroom, mainly decorated with black, red, and gold. The bed was on a carved wooden frame with a swirling pattern carved into it at the base. There were also black curtains surrounding the frame that were currently tied up to allow you to see the rest of the room. There were no windows, all the light coming from the chandelier that hung over the middle of the room, casting a warm glow into the otherwise black room. The rest of the furniture that you could see was the same carved wood as the bed frame, and the room was decorated with various paintings and trinkets.

“I was wondering when you would wake up,” turning your head, you gasped as you saw San standing against the door, “I know the transition to here isn’t the smoothest, but I was starting to worry I may have lost you.”

“Where am I?” you questioned, curling up as much as you could. San looked no different than when you first saw him, and yet his gaze made you feel tiny.

“You’re home,” he explained as he made his way to the foot of the bed, “and this is your new bedroom. Do you like it? I can always redecorate for you if you want me to.” The warmth in his voice didn’t match his gaze which sent shivers down your body. You weren’t sure whether you wanted to fear him or find comfort in him.

“I don’t understand,” you whispered, causing him to smile.

“I know you’re still confused, don’t worry it will all make sense soon enough,” he promised, “for now I want to take this time to really get to know you before I claim you as mine.” You were frozen in place as you watched him remove his suit jacket, his wings practically vanishing to avoid getting in the way. He tossed the garment carelessly to the side, rolling up his sleeves and unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt before climbing onto the bed and making his way over to you. You gasped as the comforter was removed and you were pinned to the bed, San crawling on top of you and resting his weight on your hips to keep you from moving. Your arms were pulled above your head, San pinning them above you before snapping his fingers and leaning back. You felt a cold metal appear around your wrists and glanced up to see black chains connecting you to the bedpost, the metal jingling lightly as you tugged at the new restraint.

“Can’t have you running away now can we?” San teased, “I really did want to take my time with you at first but you have no idea how long I have been waiting for this moment. I don’t plan on waiting any longer.” With that he leaned down and connected your lips in a rough but passionate kiss, biting at your lip as his hands eagerly explored your body. You were frozen in place at first, taken aback by the rough movements. You weren’t a virgin by any means, but most of your previous sexual experiences had been rather vanilla so this was a brand new experience for you. Eventually you were able to melt into him, slowly starting to kiss back and react which earned you a pleased hum from San. His hands trailed back up to the neckline of your nightgown and he quickly ripped the fabric from your body as his tongue slipped its way into your mouth. You gasped at the sudden chill that ran down your body, only to moan as you felt his hands return to your chest.

“Look at you,” he groaned as he pulled away from the kiss, “such a pretty innocent thing in such a sinful position, I love it.” His fingers pinched at your nipples which had you arching your back and moaning softly.

“San please,” you whined out, tugging weakly on your restraints. San gave you a questioning look and clicked his tongue, pinching your nipple harder to make you squirm.

“What did you just call me?” he asked, before you could answer he reached up and grabbed your chin to make sure you were looking at him. “As much as I love to hear you beg for me, you are only allowed to address me as Sir, understood?” You nodded as best as you could with his grip on you which only made him huff, “Use your words brat.”

“Yes Sir,” you muttered out, making him smirk.

“Good, now lay still and behave while I claim what’s mine!” He let go of your face and repositioned himself, gripping your thighs tightly and spreading them so he could fit between them. You knew you were going to have bruises later, but that didn’t matter right now as San began trailing kisses up your leg. He trailed kisses up the inside of your thigh before biting down, relishing in the way you gasped and squirmed against his touch. He sucked on the spot until he was sure a mark was formed before running his tongue across it and moving to the other thigh to give it the same treatment. He continued the action multiple times until your thighs were visibly covered in bite marks, each time relishing in the noise you made at the combination of pain and pleasure. You tried closing your legs but his grip tightened every time you moved to keep them open, forcing you to lay still until he was satisfied with his work.

“You look so much prettier covered in my marks, maybe next time I’ll try spelling my name” he hummed, placing one last kiss on the inside of your thigh, dangerously close to your core but not quite where you needed him. The teasing made you whine which in turn caused him to chuckle. “Since you were so good for me, I’ll give you a little reward, tell Sir what you want,” he cooed, tracing his fingers across your hip.

“I want you to touch me,” you begged without hesitation, “please Sir I’ll continue to be good just please touch me!”

“I know you will,” San muttered, reaching a hand down and running a finger teasingly between your folds, “already so wet and I’ve barely even touched you. I don’t know if you’ll be able to handle much more.” You were about to argue that you could when he slid a finger into you, wasting no time before moving at a moderate pace. Within seconds he had found that special spot inside of you, making you cry out as he rubbed against it every time he inserted his finger. “So sensitive and so tight,” San mused, inserting another finger, “I am going to absolutely ruin you.” Your moans grew louder as his pace quickened, making a scissoring motion with his fingers and adding a third to thoroughly stretch you out. You started bucking your hips and grinding against his hand as you felt your orgasm approaching, desperate for release. San noticed this, chuckling to himself as he pressed his free hand on your lower stomach to keep you from moving. The action also made you feel the pressure of his fingers more and pushed you over the edge before you could find the words to warn him.

Sans pace never faltered as you rode out your orgasm, pushing you into overstimulation before quickly removing himself from you entirely. You whined at the sudden loss of contact, bucking your hips into the air as you tried to catch your breath and come down from your high.

“I’m disappointed I thought you said you would behave,” San said flatly as he wiped his fingers off on his shirt. You watched as he crawled away from you and off of the bed and for a moment you were worried that he was going to leave you like that. Broken apologies fell from your mouth combined with pleas for him not to stop as you tugged painfully at the chains holding you down. San relished in your begging before quickly silencing you with a wave of his hand, “Because this is our first time I will be nice just this once, but I don’t want to hear any complaints if I continue, got it?” “Yes Sir I promise,” you reply almost immediately. You hear San mutter something under his breath briefly before you suddenly feel the chains around your wrists disappear.

“Can’t have you hurting yourself,” he explained, undoing his pants and kicking them off before climbing back on top of you, “besides, you’ll probably want to hold on for this.” You do as he suggested and wrap your arms around his neck as you feel his tip at your entrance. “Keep your eyes on me,” he ordered, placing one hand by your head to hold himself up as the other helped guide his length into you. It was hard not to let your eyes roll back as you felt him stretch you, feeling fuller than you ever did with your past partners. San groaned softly as he bottomed out, letting his eyes flutter shut for a moment as he felt your walls squeeze around him. It took everything in his power not to just pin you down and rail you right then, but he didn’t want to hurt you.

The second he felt you relax he started moving, gradually speeding up until he was thrusting into you at an inhuman speed. The arm that wasn’t supporting his weight moving to grab your hip and pull you against him with each thrust. By this point you had given up on keeping eye contact, wrapping your arms and legs around him as tightly as possible and burying your head in his shoulder to hide your sounds. San didn’t seem to care though, occupying himself with marking your neck as he continued his movements. You were still sensitive from your first orgasm, so it didn’t take long for the second one to wash over you, making you scream against his shoulder as he continued. San slowed down his pace enough to help you ride it out before picking up again to chase his own release.

“Sir please!” you whined, grabbing desperately at his shirt while your other hand moved to grab at his horn. San groaned loudly at the action, hips faltering for a moment.

“You can handle one more,” he grunted, “just hold on for me.” It didn’t take long for him to reach his orgasm, groaning loudly and pulling you against him as he released inside of you. The feeling pushed you into your third orgasm as you went limp in his hold, almost feeling like you were going to pass out.

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As if a switch had flipped inside of San, you felt him gently pull out of you and help you lay back before carefully rolling off of you. Before you could whine about the loss of contact he had rolled onto his back and pulled you into his chest, pulling the covers over both of you to keep you warm. He would clean you up and help you get dressed once he knew you had fallen asleep. For right now though he knew you were probably sensitive and he wanted to give you time to come down from your headspace before he risked moving you and making you uncomfortable. One hand began gently playing with your hair while the other traced down your body, occasionally stopping to massage a particularly sore spot. You allowed yourself to melt into his embrace, feeling his warmth and scent which almost reminded you of fall. You had almost fallen asleep when you heard him speak again.

“I didn’t mean to actually go that rough,” he confessed, “I never want to hurt you. There’s just something about you though that awakens something in me. I knew it from the moment I laid my eyes on you, I needed to have you and I can’t let you go.” You couldn’t really process what he was saying, let alone a response, so instead you hummed contently against his chest. San couldn’t help but smile down at you, hugging you a bit tighter to him. “I know you probably can’t understand me and I know you may not like me very much tomorrow but I hope you will enjoy it here. I mean it when you say you are mine. The person I will marry and bond myself to, and the one I will spend eternity protecting.” By this point he was just rambling as you had fallen asleep, but he continued with all of his promises as if you would be able to hear and understand him.

San had waited centuries for the right soul to find him the one that would finally complete him without being destroyed or corrupted, something that could truly tie him to the mortal realm. Spending every October being dragged around by people who were hoping for an eternal favor. He always gave them what they wanted, but normally they weren’t able to handle the consequences. It had become a chore for him at this point, at least until he was called to you. He could feel the connection in you immediately, calling for him. He would give you the ultimate gift, eternal life and youth, and all you had to give him in return was your love and loyalty.

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siconetribal · 16 days

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Put It On My Tab: Chapter 10

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

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Warning:

Banter, Fluff, Wit, Book-nerdiness, and more floof

Summary:

Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?

Author Note:

A huge thank you and shout out to @harlequin-hangout for the amazing banners you made for me.

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Jason watched her turn her mug in circles, press a napkin to make it smooth, and shift her plate as if to find the perfect lighting to make her pastry most photogenic. One half of her lower lip was imprisoned by her teeth, the other half jutting out to the side. It was not hard for him to conclude that she was nervous, which made him curious. What does she have to say about what Cici said? How serious could it be? Maybe she’s embarrassed about the bill? Wait, if she brings it up I can insist on paying!

“So ,” Y/N finally spoke up after what felt like hours of silence. “I have been in a dicey situation because of the Joker and his gang of clowns. Wrong time, wrong place, sorta deal.” She paused again, but shorter this time. “I have been hit by his Joker Venom, but I was treated in time. It was a gas and it wasn’t one of the more lethal variants or long enough exposure to be permanently disabling. It’s…not something I talk about either. Cici wasn't trying to lie or cause trouble the day you came in. She was trying to help me out, because I recognized you.”

Great , she recognized me right away and I was just chasing 1’s and 0’s in a useless IP address! His lips scrunched to the side as he slouched in his seat, his pride was thoroughly bruised.

“Don't pout, I was having a bad day, well week, and she was just trying to help me jot deal with another thing, and ended up blurting that out. So no, I’m not some lunatic because of it and yes, I’m perfectly normal, because who isn’t a little traumatized when living in Gotham City, right?”

“I would say ‘or insanely rich’, but they tend to be the actual targets and commoners like myself end up in the crosshairs.” She hesitantly added, seeing no flare of anger or annoyance, she sat up and took a bite of her flaky pastry of choice.

“Are you sure ‘perfectly normal’ is the best term for you?” He grumbled. “You recognized me and did your damndest to be unrecognizable, why? You even got your friend in on it and made me think you're someone,” his voice steadily grew louder and his tone harsher as he sat up straight while she steadily shrank back into her seat, ducking her head to avoid looking at him. Shit , not what I wanted to do! “ Forget it , who am I to get pissed at a little white lie? I’m no stranger to bad days either.” Like being held hostage and left for dead by the Joker. He quickly deflated back in his seat. His foot lightly nudged against hers, making her jump and look up. “I also think anyone who isn't traumatized living here is either off their rocker or they've only just moved in.” His gaze softened as he smiled, coaxing her to relax with him again.

“Being rich comes with its own style of batshit crazy.” He rolled his eyes. Like throwing cash around for giant galas to make yourselves feel better about ‘charity’ which will obviously attract all the other criminals in Gotham. The only difference between them is that one group is considered legal.

“Speaking of rich, you’re a Wayne, right?” Jason’s eyebrows shot up quickly before crashing down and furrowing together. “Cici told me, I was helping her with the drinks that day and she told me to not call it.” She quickly explained. “But that aside, what do I call you? Little Lordling? Littler Wayne? Wayne Jr the second? Wayne 3.0? There are a bunch of you, right? You're the second one, I suppose you'd be Wayne 2, or are you 3 because Bruce Wayne would be 1?” She thought aloud, watching his left eye twitch with each nickname she came up with. It was still oh so satisfying to see.

“Yes, I am an adopted son of Bruce Wayne and no , you can’t call me any of those.” His voice shook as his smile became a little strained, a little bit of a grumble in the undertones.

“Aww, not even ‘Little Lordling’? I thought that one would’ve won.” She pouted. The way her lower lip puffed and pushed out was adorable, but Jason needed to be strong. There's no way he was going to let anyone call him that. It would be the end of him if any of the other Bats heard of this. “So what do I call you by, oh nameless capeless savior?”

“How about you just call me by my name? Which you could’ve just asked me for instead of doing all this.” He rolled his left hand in the air as he gestured to the oddity that was this conversation

“It is absotively posolutely rude to demand such information! To ask without offering something of equal value is simply barbaric!” She scoffed and he snorted while trying to stop himself from choking on his drink. “Also, where's the fun in that? Now you'll remember me the next time you see me, you won't be so thrown off.” The smug grin on her face was frustratingly adorable and pleasantly annoying, he was not sure if he wanted to wipe it off her face or give her something else to gloat about.

“And charging someone for asking questions is not memorable enough?” One of his eyebrows rose up in question. “I feel like we’re well past dinner and a movie first.”

“Who says that's my cup of tea? Maybe I'm a video games and books kind of gal?” She raised an eyebrow of her own in challenge to him.

Damn, games and books? “Well you’re in luck. I’m a bit of both myself.” He smirked.

Oh that is cheating! You can't go looking like this, be a Wayne, and be into those! I’m trying to ask you for 4k, not a wedding ring! Her eyes narrowed as she leaned in closer. “There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.”

“‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen, not bad.” Jason took a bite of his sandwich. Not bad, not bad. “There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm,” he calmly replied.

“‘The Song of the Lark’, huh, ‘a bit’ is what you said, right?” Y/N sat back. “Consider me impressed again, Wonder Boy.”

“Quit calling me that,” he grumbled as his eye twitched.

“I have nothing else to call you.”

“Then call me by name.”

“I don't have your name.”

“You could ask.”

“That’d be rude, of course. We haven’t properly met.” She smirked.

“And how do we properly meet?” He leaned forward, resting an elbow on the table.

“Dinner and a good book.”

“Are you asking or telling?”

“That depends, do you prefer me to ask or tell?” She leaned in closer as well.

“Doesn’t matter to me, so long as you say yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes,” he grinned. “I guess it’s settled then. Now all I need is your number.”

“Wait, what? My number?” She sat back a little in surprise.

“Yes, your number, how else am I going to get in touch with you?” He extended a hand towards her and she, still confused at what just happened, robotically handed over said device, the screen unlocked. He quickly sent himself a text through her phone and saved his number in hers. “Thanks, sweetheart, I’ll be sending you the details later. On that note, I gotta run. See ya,” he winked and finished his drink before heading out, Y/N sitting there mouth agape and utterly confused. The bell chimed again before she could even process any of it as she quickly cleaned up and got behind the counter once more, the rev of a motorcycle fading into the distance.

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peculiar-potato · 3 months

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raaaaaaaagh teaser image for the among us animated tv series dropped and I just have to scream about it and analyze it a little bit

(Source)

My ramblings under the cut:

I like the art style! It’s a bit different, I was expecting something closer to the game style/style of images they post on social media and stuff where it’s very clean with sharp lines, but I think this works really well for what it seems like they’re trying to do here. I like the lineart and the kind of texture everything has? It adds a lot to some of the other stuff I’m going to talk about here.

First of all, the atmosphere. Again, really kinda different from what I was expecting, but in a nice way! I was expecting kinda like a clean, cool-toned, space-age look, but this gives me a lot more like run-down office vibes and I am HERE FOR IT.

The warped ceiling tiles? The dirt and grime? The bent blinds over the window? The burnt out light by the window and different colored fluorescent lights like one of the bulbs was replaced? It feels like I’m in some old corporate building that hasn’t been properly maintained in years, which is so different and so fun from what you normally see in a spaceship and totally matches the vibes of (at least what I headcanon to be) a sketchy space corporation.

I also love all the little details here.

The little food window and vending machine so the cafeteria is actually a cafeteria, the pizza with who knows what kind of toppings on it (why is it green?? I’m so curious), and the fact that everything is held up with duct tape- even the fire extinguisher? It’s so fun I love all of it.

This is also actually a really faithful adaption of the map. Like, I know, of course it is, but I know things have to get changed a lot for animation sometimes and they did a good job of keeping it very similar.

I am going to be that guy and point out a few differences but just because I think they’re neat and interesting!! Not at all bad!

(At least between this and the classic game, I’ve never played Among Us VR)

First of all, the trash task and wires task actually swapped sides, on the map, the wires are on the left and the trash is on the right, but here it’s flipped. I also can’t find the download data task, unless it’s supposed to be the tv? Probably all just aesthetic choices but kinda interesting!

There’s also the big food window and the door, but if you look at the orientation of the walls of the room, it actually checks out! The door and window would be against the left wall, where you wouldn’t actually see it looking from the angle in game.

The vending machine isn’t there in the game, at least on the Skeld map, but that’s ok the beans deserve their snacks! I did notice there’s kinda a panel behind it so I’m counting that as the panel that’s on the right wall next to the download task being there (even though it’s definitely too small to be that). That and the wires are actually on the slanted wall, but again, I don’t care, this is just me pointing out every difference like an I-spy challenge.

Also the cafeteria tables have stools now instead of benches, and I kinda like that! I also like the stripe of kinda a maroon-ish color added to the tables and stools, really kinda ties together well with the walls and such. And the floor, thank goodness they did something about that floor for the animators’ sake. I like the original floor design but I know firsthand just how hard that floor is to draw, especially at an angle.

I don’t know how to really speculate on the party stuff other than I’m intrigued haha. Maybe it’s like they’re celebrating taking off and surviving or being the only crew with no impostor attacks or something (of course that’s implying a lot about the non-existent lore) and then everything goes wrong? Maybe the red is pizza sauce or ketchup and we’re being misled for the funnies?

I’m kinda hopeful about the humor here, with the “we’re not dead” banner and stuff, I’m really hoping this will be something I’ll enjoy too as an adult and the vibes I’m getting from this are encouraging. Like maybe a kinda workplace dark comedy?

I’m also sososososo curious about what we’ll get in terms of characters (I WANNA SEE THE BEANS SHOW ME THE BEANS) and worldbuilding and lore here, eeeeeeeeeeeeee

Ok, I’ll stop for now, but you know I’ll be following this very closely lol.

tldr: not entirely what I was expecting but I like it and the direction it’s going a lot :))))))

Edit 2/3/24- just noticed there’s no emergency meeting button??? Is it under the pizza?? Has it not been installed yet?? WHERE IS IT 👁️👄👁️

#among us #among us animated #among us tv show #not my art #analysis post #maybe?#no id

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Death's In Love With Us

Hwang Yang-jung x reader

🔞 MDNI Warnings: physical abuse, domestic violence, mentions of alcohol, mentions of bdsm

word count: 3166 🖋️ Authors note: I'm not a professional writer, nor a rookie one tbh, I have no idea what I'm doing. English is not my first language. Ignore the banner, it's a result of playing on my phone while daydreaming about our sweet ahjussi. 🖋️

POV: You broke up with your abusive boyfriend a year ago. Despite all attempts to get your life back together, you can't get rid of your ex, who still harasses you any chance he gets. One day, walking home from work, you spot him waiting in front of your apartment so you decide to walk into a sushi restaurant nearby (run by your friend Hwang Yang-jung) before he sees you.

"Good afternoon" - you greet politely, bowing your head slightly in front of the two men working behind the bar, and walk straight to the table. Surprisingly, there were no guests at all. Looking around the empty place you take a seat.

Yang-jung looks up from his cutting board as a smile spreads across his face.

"I didn't expect you here this early." - he’s just finished filleting, washing his hands.

"I know, I stopped by to see you and say hi." - you tried to hide your exhaustion and irritation behind a kind tone and a soft smile. After all, you promised yourself a better life, a normal life.

"Tea?" - he asked lovingly. Both Yang-jung and his sous chef Min-dong knew you well, you've been a regular ever since you've moved to the neighbourhood last year.

"A beer would be better, but okay … " - you answer playfully.

"Slow down sailor, we still have evening to cover" - Yang-jung was somehow particularly in a good mood.

“Fine! After you guys finish-”, you made drinking gestures with your hands. Yang-jung smirked at your words.

“Actually, I’m skipping tonight” - Min-dong added, preparing the tea for you.

“Wow, ditching us already, it must be a girl, hmm?” - you started teasing.

“Yeah, yeah, I'm going on a blind date, no big deal.” - he answered and his cheeks blushed, somewhat unusual for such a tall muscular young man.

“So it's just us? That's practically a date too!” - you turned to Yang-jung, winking at him.

He smirked again, shaking his head slightly, already used to your teasing comments. Yang-jung tried his best not to cross any lines when it came to you. You were young enough to be his daughter, and he reminded himself of that fact as many times as necessary since your flirtatious nature made the lines blur quite often.

"Dates don't usually end with one side carrying another home unconscious." - Min-dong spoke fluent sarcasm, where is this bravery coming from all of a sudden?

“A girl gets drunk once! Once!” - you insisted.

“Yeah, except you get drunk every time.” - Min-dong was speaking facts. But you never could drink a lot anyways. Two drinks were enough to lose your balance completely.

You scoffed. “Seriously, oppa, that's just mean...”

The guys laughed, amused by your annoyance.

“Light up, will you? I'd carry you to the end of the world if necessary.” - Yung-jung added casually, serving you a cup of hot tea. You didn't take his words too seriously, he didn't mean it like that after all, but your heart still fluttered to the thought of this charming man handling you in more than just a friendly way.

“Well, that's my cue. Cucumber rolls?” - Min-dong stood up and went behind the bar, feeling awfully uncomfortable by the sudden change of atmosphere.

“Please!” - you asked with a huge grin on your face.

“At least eat some fish. You'll turn into a cucumber roll one of these days if you keep this up.” - Yang-jung wasn't particularly fond of your food choices and he couldn't hide it.

“God, I hope so, maybe you'd take me more seriously then.” - you grinned.

Yung-jung just chuckled quietly at your silly remarks, not taking his eyes off you. It made you shy, the way he looked at you, and you hated the feeling of endless comfort when you were around this man. Or so you kept telling yourself. The truth was, you knew you were too young and didn't even stand a chance with him, no matter how much it tickled your thought.

“So, what's on your heart?” - Yang-jung asked as if seeing right thru you. He never seemed to beat around the bush anyways.

Hesitating, you answered, “I just escaped the king of assholes waiting in front of my apartment.”

Yang-jung raised his eyebrows. “Your ex again? What is it, third time this week?”

“God, sometimes I wish I could fuck up all of his limbs for good.” - you murmured. Memories of the night of your breakup triggered some insane bloodthirst in you, feelings you'd never known of before you got involved with your ex. You didn't feel like drinking the tea anymore, nor eating your rolls, your whole body trembled from the inside as your blood started to boil. Yang-jung knew the expression on your face very well, he silently inspected your reactions as you put all your strength into not letting your rage reach the surface.

“I feel you haven't told me the entire story at all.” - he stood up and walked to the window in the back. He saw a man in his 40s standing in front of the entrance of your building. He didn't look particularly dangerous, nor very muscular, but he wasn't a small guy either. Shaved head, 85 kg, 1.8 m, fairly strong arms and legs, broad shoulders, casual clothes. Something about the look in his eyes didn't feel right to Yang-jung. Finally he asked, "Is he into martial arts?"

"Taekwondo, black belt, first Dan."

Yang-jung smirked, still looking at him. "Knees and hips are his weak spot."

His cold remark went somewhat unnoticed by you.

He turned away from the window and smiled gently, "Care to tell me how you got yourself in this situation?"

Both chefs were now looking directly at you. Min-dong finished your cucumber rolls, served them and walked to the room in the back of the restaurant, leaving the two of you alone.

You sighed deeply. Awful tingles spread across your body almost momentarily, like hundreds of tiny bats swarming all over you, biting even into your palms. Your whole body was screaming on the inside.

Fuck! Here we go... Pity party time! So young and so ruined. All he's gonna see in me from now on are my past mistakes.

No, no, he doesn't need to know the full story, just tell him what you're dealing with.

Lump in your throat grew with each breath you took.

"Okay, take a seat, let's talk."

Reader x ex boyfriend flashback

Your mind wandered, thinking about the countless times your ex prepared you the most horrible surprises. All those times he'd come home drunk and aggressive, slamming you into the wall as soon as he passed thru the door, squeezing your neck until you almost passed out, cursing at you, threatening, calling you names, using his strength to pin you down for god knows what reason. Every time he laid his hands on your body it hurt, taking caution not to leave bruises on any visible parts of your body. It got unbearable by the end. The more you feared him the more he enjoyed it, the more you cried, the more manic he was. Blaming yourself for ever telling him about your sexual fantasies along with feeling disgusted by yourself was a part of your everyday life until the very end of your relationship. He used it against you first chance he got. What started as a healthy exploration of consensual rough foreplay with a hint of rookie bondage, ended up as an abuser-victim hell of a situation you didn't know how to escape from. Your fight or flight response messed up your brain chemistry as each day passed and you no longer knew if that's even love or if you despised him with your entire being. He always found a way to make you stay, he even begged you on his knees not to leave him, swearing on his mom he never meant you no harm. It was a never ending circle of shit show. Even after you finally left his place for good, he kept finding ways to get in contact with you. Finding out where you live was an easy task for a twisted person like him. "I see everything, I know everything", those were the words he repeated so often while you were dating, as if giving verbal spankings, using any chance he got to feed you a dose of fear and insanity. Everything you did for him was always out of love and kindness, thinking if only you could be the best version of yourself, he'll be good to you. But he never was good to you, his actions never made sense and you never understood the reasons behind those words. He knew about every step you took, nevertheless, few of his paranoias followed him and echoed louder and louder in his mind, as his cycles of insanity were on the periodical rise and fall. He rambled about possibilities of you dumping him quite often, crying over himself, trying to make you feel sorry for him. He talked about his boss's employees constantly checking up on his location. He even tried convincing you how they spy on him during his lunch breaks. His delusions drove him to believe he's some sort of a public officer, or an intelligence agency employee with a task to be alert at all times, when in fact he was nothing more than a secretary working at a private real-estate agency. Soon, after the honey moon phase ended, you realized his whole persona was a big lie, that's also when the first troubles started, but it was all to late for you to leave, you were already in too deep. Your inexperience was exploited for the first time. Welcome to the real world, honey. Well, it took you long before you started getting up on your own feet, and you found a way to navigate thru his cycles of insanity. You took your time and learned all you could, only to find out he's been living multiple lives all along. The only thing he didn't lie about was in fact his black belt in taekwondo and that he was a divorcee. The last time he threatened you with physical force was the night you left him for good.

"I'm not as clueless as you think I am." - you hissed as he held you by the throat. His bloody eyes were filled with rage and his breath smelled like alcohol.

"One wrong move and you'll end up behind the bars. My family knows where I am, and don't think I won't walk straight to the police if you leave so much as a mark on me. I dare you." - your whole body trembled of adrenaline rush but your mind worked fast.

"Well, well, look at you all brave, who would've thought you'd turn into such a snake, finally showing your real face, huh-"

"I couldn't care less even if you snapped my neck this instant." you laughed, slowly losing every touch with sanity.

"You lose either way. Or did you forget?" - your laughter grew louder as he stared at you in horror, not knowing how to react. He had you by the weakest spot yet the look in your eyes was telling a completely different story. He never saw you acting like this, his blood froze.

"Your black belt", you spoke thru laughter on the verge of a mental breakdown, "your black belt is treated as a cold weapon in the eyes of the law."

Despite hating yourself as much as you hated him, the thought of this abusive bastard ending up behind the bars for cold blooded murder sent an unusual shot of satisfaction thru your entire body. You knew he never had it in him though. He was a coward on all levels and this round was yours. A solid threat works like a charm on scumbags like him who are usually scared of their own shadow. It was written all across his face that he's finally cornered. Any chance for him to plot a sadistic revenge on the only woman who was ever kind and loving to him was completely lost. You didn't know if he'd slam your head onto the kitchen counter or not, but you could feel his hand trembling. Your laughter echoed thru the kitchen as his grip became weaker and weaker, an expression of misery and regret spread across his face. He feared you. For the first time ever, he stood in front of you, completely falling apart.

He got on his knees again, like so many times before, begging for forgiveness. Vomit of lies started coming out of him, how much he loves you and how this is just a minor misunderstanding. He'd never hurt you and there's nothing but love he feels for you. You're his everything. You stopped counting his strikes long ago and you knew if you don't walk out of there that same night, you may never see the light of day after this, for real. The change in his tone from all mighty to smaller than an ant sickened you. Of course, there's nothing but hatred left in his heart. Hatred and fear, jealousy and shame. Cowards like him hate it when they lose from someone weaker than them, and they would do anything in their power to win their victims back, just so they can hurt them again.

"Next time you decide to lay a hand on me, better make sure I have a well sharpened knife in mine. That's only fair."

Those were the last words he heard from you on the night of your breakup. Breakup from hell. And you thought the trash is out of your life for good, little did you know your fearless attitude and insane threats only awoke in him an obscure obsession towards you.

It didn't take long to finish the story of your rocky past relationship, considering you tried your best to avoid going into too much detail of how your ex abused you, physically and mentally. Yang-jung sat right across from you, staying completely silent. You looked down, not daring to look Yang-jung in the eyes any longer.

"A wife beater, huh? Who would have thought." - Yang-jung broke the uncomfortable silence.

"Brave." - he paused for a moment. "Was that him who kept calling all this time? Is that why you changed your number?" - Yung-jung's voice was extremely calm, a little too calm. You nodded silently.

"He kept calling from different numbers. And somehow he found out where I live soon after that."

"He probably tailed you, if he knows where you work, which I assume he does. It isn't that difficult. Why didn't you tell me any of this sooner?"

You closed your eyes, letting out another deep sigh. “Isn't it obvious?”

He didn't say a word. He looked at your face instead, trying to read your expression, but there was nothing. The facade on the outside hid a wild turmoil inside your head. Soft and gentle nature of your whole figure, along with your kind voice and elegant movements were completely the opposite of darkness you carried within you. It was hard to hold it in, especially now, but you didn't want to hide any parts of yourself in front of Yang-jung any longer.

“I wish I could fuck him up, you know? For all that he's done and for all that he's still doing.” - you said, looking him straight in the eye. “I'm not the only one with a dark past or present, but I hate these parts of me. I hate that I feel this way. I hate the desperation and helplessness. I hate the nightmares still haunting me. I hate that I let a lowly man take advantage of me for so long. And I hate that I have to tell you any of this. I hate that you won't look at me the same way you looked at me yesterday, and I hate that my ex keeps fucking up every part of my life, still, I hate it.”

Yang-jung's eyes were the softest and kindest eyes ever. The way he looked at you made you almost choke on your own words, those hateful words which made you feel like you're spewing poison in front of the one who never deserved to hear them in the first place. You could see tears in the corners of his eyes and the only thought that went thru your mind was I hate myself so. fucking. much.

You wanted to jump out of your own skin, or rewind the time and walk directly up to that bastard and face him all alone, instead of running to Yang-jung and hiding at his work place. That's not something one should do to their friends. It's not fair. He didn't deserve this.

Realising how much pain you've been carrying this entire time, Yang-jung spoke softly, "You should have told me… Out of all people, you should have come to me. I would have already made sure he never gets close to you again."

Was that a hint of anger in his voice? Or was it all just pity? It didn't matter. His words couldn't sober you back to your senses, they didn't even reach you. You were spiralling straight into a pitch black void.

"It doesn't matter, it really doesn't. It is what it is." - you said in somewhat slow motion manner. "Just... don't look at me like I'm going to break into a thousand pieces, please, I can't take it."

"You've done well by telling me this."

You smiled softly, not feeling anything on the inside.

"Yang-jung, do you think I could turn his knees into a mush with a baseball bat?" - you scoffed. Dark humor was always your kind of thing, but saying something as dark as that now of all times didn't make it look like a joke anymore.

"There are far less demanding and easier techniques. But when the time comes I'll make sure you do whatever you need to do to him."

What?!

You wanted to burst into a hysterical laughter, but you held it in the best you could. A rush of adrenaline and relief washed over your entire body, leaving goosebumps on your skin. It took you a few moments to realise what the hell this man was telling you. But then it hit you like a cargo train. You opened your mouth trying to word out something. Yang-jung inspected the changes on your face, waiting for you to speak up. You couldn't tell if he's only comforting you, or are you seriously a meter away from a criminal who would move mountains for you, if only you asked. Moments passed and he was almost sure he got ahead of himself.

Seeing you all hesitant, he finally continued, "Unless-"

"Are you serious?" - you cut him off. "Are you...?"

You asked for reassurance, nothing else. Words stuck in your throat. Was Yang-jung really telling you what you think you heard? Is he really who you think he is?

"Don't make me regret my words." - he warned you, unsure of what's on your mind. He was dead serious.

"Ahjussi," - you whimpered, reaching for his hand across the table, "please, don't say that. You're the only real person I have. Do I need to spill my heart out even more?"

His face softened. He took your hand in his and kissed it.

"You're safe here."

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Author's note 2: It took some time, but here it is finally. I know it's probably not what many of you expected, and I left the open (?) ending in hopes for part 2. Also, if I need to add any more warnings or notes on the classification or tags of any kind, please let me know, since I don't have much experience with these things. Thank you for reading 🫶🏻

tagging a few of sweethearts who interacted with my original posts (link 1, link 2) and expressed their enthusiasm for this fic, pushing me to write it (I hope it wasn't too underwhelming for you in the end): @quillinhand @slutforaemond @castleninja @posessedbytheinternet (I can't tag you for some reason :/)

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abbatoirablaze · 5 months

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Surrogate Luna, Chapter 11

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: slight angst.

“Luna…”

“Please stop calling me that, Sarah,” Cinna sighed as she looked to one of her closest friends. Sarah gave her a soft smile and sat down at the edge of the water. She noticed Cinna looking around, as though trying to keep an eye on her adventurous pup. She laughed, “Stevie is fine. He’s with Wanda just around the corner.”

“You know how I feel about him wandering,” she sighed nervously as her eyes strained to see the pup, “he’s like his father.”

“Adventurous…yeah…Sam reminds me of that all the time!” she laughed, “you know, when Steve was a pup he lived to be in these woods while his mother spent time at the water as well…”

She frowned, thinking of the man that she loved.

Sarah mirrored her actions, “I-I’m sorry. I know that it-“

“It’s fine,” she sighed, shaking her friend’s comments off, “Steve is the alpha of this pack. I bore his pup. I-It’s only normal that they share certain qualities.”

“You know…that isn’t a bad thing…”

She nodded, sitting up from the water’s edge, “I know…I just-it still hurts.”

Sarah nodded once again as Cinna stood, gathering herself together so that she could head back to the packhouse.

With a heavy heart she followed after her, “you know…we could always go to another pack…”

“Sarah…” she sighed, sparing her friend a look. She shook her head, “y-you know that I can’t take Stevie away from his pack…from his father.”

“He never sees him.”

Sadness took over her scent and Sarah instantly regretted her words.

“I’m sorry, Cinna.”

“It’s not your fault, Sarah,” Cinna replied sadly, “do not apologize for your alpha’s actions.”

“Noted…”

“Stevie!” Cinna called into the open wilderness, “Maria? Wanda?”

She heard her pup giggling before anything else.

A smile rose to her face as her chubby-cheeked pup came toddling towards her, a smile as bright as the sun on his face.

“MAMA!”

“My little wolf!” she exclaimed, holding her arms out to her son.

Stevie giggled, running into his mother’s arms while Wanda and Maria playfully chased him through the clearing.

“Thank you for staying by my side!” she said appreciatively to the trio of women who had once been assigned to her, “you kno-“

“You’re our friend!” Wanda smiled, patting her friend on the shoulder.

“Our Luna!” Maria added in.

“I still appreciate it!”

“So long as our alpha stands at the head of the pack…we will not leave you!” Maria smiled reassuringly, “but know that the second he does not, we will try to slip you away from here.”

Cinna gave Sarah a sideways glance, but she ignored it, nodding along with a faux smile.

Sure, she hadn’t seen Steve, or been close with him since Sharon had marked him, but had she been aware of something that the other girls weren’t?

She was lost in her thoughts as Sarah, Maria, and Wanda began talking about everything that was going on in the pack. So lost, that she had hardly noticed when they ended up in the pack medical wing.

If it wasn’t for their doctor, Bruce Banner, she would have been stuck in her thoughts.

“Luna?”

Her attention snapped to the quiet doctor. Stevie was giggling and interacting with him, reaching out for him.

“May I?”

She gave a polite smile and nodded, allowing Bruce to take over the duty of carrying Stevie around. He smiled as the little blonde pup gurgled excitedly and began chattering with words that only he knew the true meanings of.

“Cinna?”

Her attention snapped up again and she looked around.

Wanda, Maria, and Sarah were nowhere to be found. He chuckled at her bewildered look, “they’re at training, Luna…”

“Oh…I-I’m sorry.”

“Are you okay?” he asked curiously, “you seem a little out of it!”

She nodded, and he pretended not to notice the lie.

“Mama!”

She gave a small smile to her son, reaching out to play with his hair.

“You look tired!” Bruce pointed out.

“I am…”

“Have you been sleeping?”

She nodded, a frown replacing her small smile as she looked to the doctor, “I-yeah…more than normal unfortunately. Part of me feels like I can barely keep up with Stevie…”

“You’ve gone a long time without your mate, Cinna…”

This time she frowned at his insistence, “I-I’m not going back to Steve, Bruce.”

“I wasn’t saying that you should,” he shrugged, “Just making an observation is all…”

“Bruce?” she asked after a moment.

He gave her a curious look, “yes Luna?”

“If-If I were to ask about a mark removal…” she said slowly, watching him for any signs of what he thought about it. She sighed when he gave no notions on how he felt, “it-never mind.”

“Ask your questions, Cinna,” he said sadly, “you’re thinking of them for a reason.”

“If I were to ask about a mark removal…even knowing that Steve is the alpha of the pack and I am your Luna…his omega…”

“What of it, my luna?”

“Would you remove the mark if I asked you?”

He shrugged, switching Stevie’s weight to his other hip as the little boy snuggled into his side, completely oblivious to the conversation.

“Are you asking this because you’ve potentially found another mate?” Bruce asked curiously.

Her eyes widened and she shook her head, “Wh-what? No. Steve is my-“

She stopped speaking when she realized what she was about to say. Bruce gave her another sad look before motioning for her to follow him to his office. When they reached the sanctuary of it, he closed and locked the door, “allow me to speak freely to you, Luna?”

She nodded, “Yeah…of-of course!”

“You’ve become tired…exhausted even, yes?”

She nodded, “Yes.”

“You’re showing signs of getting weaker because of your lack of contact from your mate,” Bruce said sadly, “you allowed him to mark you and then the two of you went your separate ways. Mates find comfort in one another. They find strength in one another. Especially after they’ve marked each other.”

“So…not being with Steve…”

“Is slowly killing you.” Bruce finished sadly, “you have to make a choice soon, Luna…wolves are pack animals for a reason. It’s not entirely by choice. Once you mark or are marked by someone you thrive with them. It’s why so many mates perish when the other passes. Do you want your loneliness to kill you?”

Cinna looked between the doctor and her son.

She’d been thinking about getting the mark removed for nearly half a year, but hadn’t really told anyone about it. But hearing the words from Bruce’s mouth made her realize that she couldn’t hold off on her thoughts, or decision, much longer.

“W-what do I need to do?” she asked seriously, looking at Bruce once more.

“Go get some rest…” he said seriously, “you’ll need your energy.”

She nodded and went to take her son from the doctor’s grasp, but he shook his head.

“Bruce-“

“I’ll watch over Stevie…you’ll need your energy…I’m not joking. Come back later tonight and get him. I’ll order the supplies.”

“Bruce-“

Bruce looked up from the floor of his office to where his alpha stood at the door. He froze in his spot as the little blonde pup looked up at him.

Steve held his breath.

He instantly recognized his son, despite having not seen him in nearly ten months.

“Wh-where is Cinna?”

“Sleeping…she needed rest. I agreed to watch Stevie,” Bruce answered, his brow quirking as he looked at Steve, “is everything okay?”

“I-we need your help,” Steve answered brokenly, as though he was having a hard time tearing his eyes from his son. The little boy watched him, studying his every move. He pointed back towards the medical wing, “can you?”

“Yeah…” he nodded quickly. He looked at Stevie firmly, “you stay here and color, okay?”

“Kay!” the blonde exclaimed in a chirp.

Bruce smiled and patted his hair before getting up, “alright alpha…what did you need?”

Steve’s brow furrowed as he looked between his son and the doctor, “Wi-will he be okay like that?”

“Oh yeah,” Bruce nodded, waving his alpha off, “Stevie’s a good boy. Knows when to keep himself busy…”

Steve spared his son another glance. The little boy was entertaining himself with the crayons and coloring book. And his heart broke a little when the boy didn’t acknowledge him as anything more than someone bugging him for a moment in time.

Chapter 12

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 23 days

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It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way, you're happy without me... (Chapter 5)

Hunterverse AU

Sy, Walter, Curtis (Lumberjack & the 2 bears) x POC Reader "Havoc/TG"

Ex Dean x Reader

Platonic Sam x Reader

Numerous SPN Characters

Summary:

I know I keep it locked down, but all I want now Is somebody who can tell me how it's gonna turn out 'Cause I thought I'll be doing better by now

Warnings:

Angst and Fluff and Smut, Jealousy, Hunterverse AU, Polyamory, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Inappropriate Humor, Angst and Romance, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Additional Tags to Be Added

Notes:

This chapter was heavily influenced by Sam Fischer's "Carry It Well" so please give it a listen.

Divider @firefly-graphics Banner @cafekitsune Happy Reading!

“Let’s do this out in the gym,” Curtis suggests. “Safest place to be in case tempers flare.”

“Afraid I’m going to knock you one.” Dean taunts.

“The opposite actually. Come on.”

He follows Curtis out to the barn, where the gym is located. He’s surprised to see how well put together it is.

“You guys really must love to work out.”

“It helps keep our heads on straight. PTSD is a bitch and sometimes the best way to battle it is with sweat and muscle fatigue.”

“She’s okay with that?”

“Which one? The PTSD or the random late night sparring sessions?”

“Both, I guess.”

Curtis smiles softly to himself and nods his head.

“She fights demons of every kind. Even the ones in our heads. I’ve watched her pinned to the bed, Sy’s hands wrapped around her throat while he’s lost to the fog. And instead of panicking and thrashing about, she ran her fingers along his scalp in a familiar way and whispered to him to wake up and come back to her. A whisper was as loud as she could speak, but it was enough. She kept at it until his unfocused eyes returned to normal and he realized what was happening. He released her immediately with a swear and an apology.”

“Fuck.” Dean whispers out.

“It didn't end there. He took one look at the marks he left on her neck and her heaving chest, trying to bring more oxygen into her lungs and punched a hole in the wall. He apologized again. Upset with himself and stormed out. She wasn’t having any of that.”

“What’d she do?”

“Threw her boots on and chased after him into the barn. We followed suit of course. We could hear him hitting the heavy bag before reaching the doors. He was like a raging bull. That crazy woman walked right up to the front of him and grabbed the bag. Holding it firm so it wouldn’t swing back and hit him when he least expected it. And then she spurred him on. Telling him to hurry up and get it all out so that she could put all that muscle to better use. She even yelled at him. Telling him, she’s no damsel and he’s free to choke her whenever the mood strikes. Just be sure to follow it up with a good dicking.”

“Fucking Havoc.”

“Yup. She made him spar with her too. Which of course turned into an expending of energy in a far more enjoyable way. So yes, I’d say she’s okay with it all.”

“Was it just that one time with Sy?”

“I’d love to say that it was, but unfortunately, no. We’ve all had our moments. They’re less frequent now, thankfully. We have a system in place and it works for us.”

Dean just nods his head. “That’s good to hear.”

“If you’re done trying to distract me now.” Curtis raises an eyebrow. “Mind telling me how you’re feeling about her?”

“How I’ve always felt. In love with her but unworthy. Even more so now that she has you three.” He runs a hand through his hair. “The way you take care of her. She’s never truly alone. She always has someone there.”

“That’s on purpose.” Curtis imparts. “One of us is always at least nearby. She has demons in her head too and sometimes they get really loud and things can get dangerous. If she needs help she just has to shout and one of us will come running. No matter the issue.”

“It doesn't bother you that you have to share her.”

“It’s not a, have to, type of situation, Dean.” Curtis grits out. “We all decided to be together. Why make her choose when we each bring something different to the table. We’re hunters. It's not like we live conventional lives anyway with what we do. Why does it matter that we share?”

“Because I don’t get it. I haven't been with her for years and just seeing the way she looks at all of you drives me crazy.”

“I know all about your jealousy Dean.”

“Thank you so much for all your help Professor Braxton. I was just so overwhelmed. You were far more informative than the info I found on the internet.” She leans forward on his desk, cleavage on full display. The asshole doesn’t even try to hide the fact he’s looking down her shirt.

“It’s been my pleasure.” He smiles up at her and I’m about ready to deck him. “If you need help with anything else, be sure to give me a call.”

He pulls out a business card and literally writes his cell number on the back and hands it to her. She takes it with a bright smile and tilts her head. “I know you need to be getting to your next class. Do you mind if we stay for a bit and double check your books.”

“By all means.” He stands to leave. “Turn the lock when you leave if I’m still in class.”

“Will do.” She walks with him to the door, running her fingers down his arm. He walks through the door and she softly closes it behind him, clicking the lock in place.

When she turns to head back to his desk, Dean blocks her path. “What was all that extra flirting about?” He seethes.

She rolls her eyes at his antics. “I’m doing what needs to be done. Just like every time you do it.”

That was the wrong button to push. As she goes to walk around him, he reaches out and wraps his hand around the base of her throat. She opens her mouth to speak but is cut off by his lips clashing with hers.

The kiss is all dominance and anger. She can practically feel the jealousy and the need to put her in her place on Dean's tongue as he parts her lips to gain entry.

When he pulls her head back by her hair, she watches as his eyes darken. “Hike your skirt up and bend over the desk.”

The command in his voice is deep and as if on autopilot she complies. Bunching her skirt around her waist and bending forward.

Dean doesn't waste any time as he steps up behind her. Undoing his belt and zipper with one hand. He palms her left cheek with the other. Rearing back and smacking her ass to watch the blood rush to the surface.

He then runs a finger down her soaked thong, teasing her folds before pulling the ruined fabric to the side.

“I’m too riled up to be gentle right now, sweetheart. So you better hold on tight.”

Before she can retort with her usual sass Dean pushes himself inside her silk walls to the hilt. Her gasp at the intrusion and stretch quickly turns to a moan, as he rears back and slams forward with all his power.

Every thrust he takes is brutal and hard. Slamming her hips into the desk edge. There is no doubt that she will have a reminder of this outing in the form of bruises.

But right now, she could care less about that because he feels so damn good inside her.

He reaches forward and pulls her head up. Stretching out her neck so that he can latch his pillow soft lips to her delicate flesh. He gives her a nip before whispering in her ear. “Your tight little cunt has me ready to bust, baby girl. You better cum before I do or else your shit out of luck til we get back to the motel.”

“Please,” she whimpers.

He picks up the pace. Aiming to devastate them both. On a particularly hard stroke he bites down on her still extended neck. She can feel the suction of his mouth as he deigns to leave a noticeable love bite.

It’s too much and not enough all at once. The perfect combination to set her core ablaze and have her coming with a shout of his name. There is no way, no one heard that.

As her walls squeeze and throb around him, Dean succumbs to his own climax. Growling and grunting as he fills her up. Leaving yet another mark of his claim.

He pulls outs. Righting her thong and pulling her skirt back down. He quickly gets himself resituated in his jeans and snatches the Pagan Mythology book off the desk.

Without a second thought, he grabs her hand, unlocks the door and pulls her out into the hall. He turns to look at her as they walk toward the exit. “Now you won’t need to call him for anything.”

“Yeah. I’m not proud of how I handled things in the past.” He shrugs. “How do you handle it? You can’t tell me you don’t get jealous.”

“Oh, we get jealous. And so does she.” He cracks a smile. “Man, I love it when that happens.”

Curtis’ eyes sort of glaze over, as if he’s lost in a memory before he quickly snaps out of it. “When it happens we deal with it. Whether that’s with talking, sparring or sex. Depends on the situation.”

“Wait. You handle jealousy with sex?”

“We have before, yes. But it’s not how you probably think it is.”

“Okay. Then how?”

“Do you really wanna know how? I can spare you the details if you truly don't want to hear.”

“Well now I have to know.”

“She makes us all worship her, one by one, as the others watch. The jealous one going last. We aren't allowed to touch ourselves while we do it. Not until she deems we can work as a unit once again and take her apart together. Then we do just that. She usually sleeps cuddled up next to whoever was jealous and needed extra love that day.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah. She’s pretty damn special.” Curtis looks towards the open barn doors. “Listen. I know your head is all types of messed up and me having this conversation with you is not helping.”

“That’s an understatement.”

“Don’t drive yourself too crazy. I may be open to the idea of you being a part of us. But it’s not up to me. It’s not even up to Walt and Sy. Her opinion is the only one that matters. Just know that us three...” He pauses, nodding towards the door that Walt and Sy just entered, “Don’t hold your past with her against you.”

“You don’t?”

“You were an utter idiot,” Walter chimes in.

“But your fuck ups lead her to us. And gave us the opportunity to show her love doesn't have to be one sided. Or one particular way. It can be whatever we want it to be.” Sy finishes.

“Do you guys do that a lot?”

“Do what?” Sy asks.

“Finish each other's sentences?”

“Not very often.” Curtis answers. “Tends to mainly happen when we're talking about her.”

“Understandable.” Dean takes a deep breath. “Do you guys mind if I take some time to think about all of this?”

“Not at all.” Curtis tells him. “We need to have a talk with her ourselves and figure out where her head is at. No sense putting the cart before the horse and all that jazz.”

“We’ll leave you to it. Use the equipment if you feel so inclined.” Sy adds.

The three of them make their way out of the barn and back into the house. Where you are cuddled up with Jett on the couch, laughing with Sam about some past prank.

Your head turns to look at them as they enter the living room. “Everything okay out there? Where’s Dean? Did Sy & I scare him off?”

“Scare him off?” Walter asks.

Sy turns to best friend. “He caught us with our pants down after our phone call. It’s all her fault.”

You just bat your eyes and smile sweetly.

“Figures.” Walter grunts. “Come on baby girl. We need to go chat.” He leans over the couch and scoops you up into his arms.

“Am I in trouble?”

“Not this time. Why? Should you be?” Walter teases.

“No!” You quickly state.

“Then you have nothing to worry about.” Walter states. “Curtis just has something he wants to discuss with you.”

You make it through the doorway and are placed gently on the bed. Curtis swaggers over and cages you in against the mattress, pressing his lips to yours in a toe tingling kiss.

“But before we get there. I need to take care of something first.” He says as he kisses along your collarbone and moves down your prone frame.

When he reaches the waistband of your sweats, you lift your hips so that he may remove the barrier barring him from his intended destination.

Lowering himself to the floor, he pulls your hips to the edge of the bed and spreads your thighs wide. “Keep them there. Understand?”

You nod your head. “Yes, Sir.”

He bites his lip as his eyes fixate on your glistening cunt. “As much as I would love to take you apart piece by piece right here. We have something to discuss. So for now, I’m just gonna get my fill of this sweet little pussy.”

He plunges two fingers into your entrance, as he leans forward and sucks your clit into his mouth. Not wasting any more time teasing you. He wants your come spilling over onto his tongue as soon as possible.

The way he’s devouring your pussy is nothing short of spectacular. Everytime he groans from your taste, it hits your clit like a vibrator set to pulse.

All you can do is grab hold of his buzzed head and hold on tight. His thick digits zeroing in on that spongy sweet spot that makes you forget how to form words. You can only imagine what you must look like to your two bears.

“Come on baby. I can feel how close you are. Give it to me. Soak my fucking face.” Curtis growls.

Increasing the speed of his fingers, he sucks your clit back into his mouth and hums.

With a twitch of his fingers against your g spot, he has you screaming as you come undone. Riding out your high along his scruffy face.

Removing his head from between your thighs, Curtis quickly pulls himself out of his jeans and pushes into your still quivering walls, setting you off once more.

“Fuck, Dew Drop. You feel so good squeezing my cock like that.”

Without giving you much of a chance to adjust to his girth he sets a punishing pace.

You are nothing more than a whimpering and moaning mess as he pounds you into the mattress. Your pussy clamping around him as another intense orgasm takes over your body.

Being led by his instinctive need to breed you, he pulls you up by the back of your head, kissing you deeply as his cock thickens and he releases rope after rope of his creamy seed into your waiting womb.

As soon as he is spent, he collapses on top of you as you both try and catch your breath.

“Possessive bastard couldn’t even keep it in his pants before we had our talk.” Sy laughs, calling Curtis out as he walks towards the bed to join you both.

“Damn right I am. Even if I do share her with you two assholes.” You all laugh.

“Now that I’ve got you all nice and relaxed, I wanted to see where your head was at about something.” Curtis states.

“Mm. Okay.” You say with your eyes lidded. “What do you need to know, Axeman?”

He blows out a breath. “Do you remember me teasing you about still having feelings for Dean when they first got here?”

“Yes…” You answer skeptically.

“I’ve been watching him and it’s clear to me that he still has feelings for you too. Actually I know he does because I just had a talk with him about it after I saw the look of longing on his face when he caught you and Sy having a moment together.”

You sit straight up. “What?!” You look around at all three of your men. “Did you two know about this?”

“No, Sunshine.” Walt answers calmly.

“We found out when we walked into the barn and caught the tail end of the conversation.” Sy adds.

You ring your hands in your lap. “Of course you did.” Locking eyes, you address Curtis. “Care to enlighten me on how this conversation went?”

He smiles at you. Unphased by your glare. “It was simple.” He shrugs. “He was envious of our dynamic. But at the same time, he couldn’t quite understand how we’re able to ‘share’. Thought we didn’t get jealous and were somehow more worthy than him.”

“Idiot. I hope you set him straight on that C,” Sy interrupts.

“I did. That’s what you two came in on.” He grabs your hands. “I was just letting him know that for me, I’m not threatened if you wanted to give him another chance and add him to our mix.”

You open your mouth to speak and he places a finger to your lips to stop you. “That being said. I also told him that it doesn't matter what any of us think. Your opinion and feelings are the only ones that do.”

Walter cuts in. “I’m not the biggest fan of adding someone who hurt you so deeply into what we have here. But I’d do anything to make you happy and if adding him made you happy, we’d work through all the growing pains.”

“I second that.” Sy adds.

A beat passes in silence. “Oh, am I allowed to talk now?” You quip.

Curtis taps your inner thigh. “That’s one.” He quirks a brow and smiles wickedly at you. “And yes, please do tell us what you’re thinking.”

You look around the bed, meeting each of your lover's eyes.

"Listen. I love Dean. Always have. Inevitably always will.” You begin, “But what I'm not going to do, is allow myself to tip toe along an edge that can send me into that dark abyss again. The temptation to let him back in is there, sure. But the life I have now with you all is too precious to me to expose to even an inkling of heartbreak that can be prevented. So while I love that you had a discussion and covered all the bases, wanting only what will make me happy in life even if it included Dean. I'm choosing us and only us."

The mood in the room shifts. The tension releasing into the air as you watch each man's taut shoulders drop. Love and adoration filling their eyes as smiles light up their faces.

“I’m not even a little bit ashamed about how happy hearing you say that has made me.” Sy breaks the silence.

“Hear, hear.” Walter chimes in.

“You never fail to surprise me, Dew Drop.” Curtis chuckles.

“Well. How bout you all show me just how much you love and appreciate my decision, huh?”

Sy grips your neck and pulls you into a heated kiss. “Oh you’re in for it now, Sugar.”

He quickly divests himself of his clothing. Walter and Curtis follow suit. You slowly remove the oversized t-shirt, most likely one of theirs, from your body.

When all the barriers separating you from that blessed skin on skin contact you so desperately crave are gone, they strike.

They’re like a pack of wolves, working together to take down their intended prey, determined to satiate their hunger.

The four of you end up in a hedonistic pile of limbs. Moans and growls of pleasure waft through the air as you reaffirm your commitment to each other in the most primal of ways.

You're wrapped in a cocoon of heated flesh and sweat damp body hair. With Walter beneath you, Sy straddling your ass and Curtis deep down your throat, you lose yourself to the need to please and be pleased.

As if a spell had been cast upon you, the four of you climax together. You're various walls milking them of every drop, until you are filled to the brim with their combined seed.

Disheveled and basking in the post orgasmic haze, surrounded by warmth and love, you allow your inner thoughts to make themselves known.

"I need only you.” You smile, eyes closed and content. “The three of you is all my heart can handle anymore. Just us four. Our own little family. Our own little village."

And that’s the truth as you see it. Tomorrow you can deal with talking to Dean, confident in the fact that your men will be there for moral support if needed.

This flood of serotonin coursing through your system is just the medicine you needed and is far too precious to waste.

#poc reader #supernatural au #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester smut #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson smut #walter marshall x reader #walter marshall smut #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett smut

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v4mpirezz · 4 months

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— THEMES ! —

SMALL DISCLAIMER!: I get my pngs of objects such as plushies, ribbons ect / official images and art from Pinterest! I simply add them to my banners/headers!

In here I will be discussing what apps I use, for what I use them, benefits, pros and cons.

🫐 — WHAT APPS DO YOU USE?

A loved and actually very common one is Canva. Canva is available in both mobile and desktop from what I know, and you can also use it on the website rather than having to get the app.

Here are some banners I made ONLY using Canva.

For banners I like to use the size 1500px x 500

PROS of using Canva is that you can do lots of editing, you have access to many features, filters (which is something I use a lot for my banners & headers) and most importantly fonts!

Another feature I know many will love is that you can put stickers or shapes to your banner and on most stickers you can change the color, if not, using filters can help a bit and adjusting as well!

Gradients or the fading color are also available like the ones you see in my banners and headers (revering to this if confused)

CONS: like most if not all editing apps you have to pay for prime to gain access to fonts that require it, as well as stickers.

This sadly can take away the ability to use various other fonts and such. However even without it you can still make pretty cool banners like the ones I made, I am a user who uses no prime for Canva!

…

Another app is IbisPaintx, surprise!

Ibis is mainly known for being a good digital drawing app, but editing? Meh, it isn’t as great as Canva, since editing is Canva’s MAIN purpose. However, Ibis has some good pro’s.

For banners and headers I use Canva AND IbisPaintx which can give you these results:

Again, you can get these results with Canva however I use Ibis for specific features, one being the infinite font options that Canva doesn’t have. Ibis can let you add fonts by downloading them, DaFont.com is where I get the fonts I use.

Ibis also had filters available, these are the main two I use and are pretty helpful for aesthetic purposes.

Blur frame can be adjusted and can also be changed for color as you can see the in image up there!

“Rain” can also be adjusted, its what I mainly use for my header to have those “snowflakes” or “glitter” running down. At first it will look like actual rain, long and thin but like the blur frame filter you can adjust the length, width, angle, and color!

🫐 — FONTS!?

CANVA FONTS THAT ARE FREE, these are fonts I personally like and recommend + the name

ALSO! When adding text you can also add effects to it to make it look less plain!

You can also curve the words by pressing “shapes” bit and adjust! So you’ll end up with something like this!

NOW BACK TO CANVA FONTS!

IBISPAINTX FONTS YOU CAN DOWNLOAD AND HOW!?

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Fonts I like and recommend!

🫐 — WHERE DO YOU GET YOUR FONTS FOR TEXT, HOW TO MAKE TEXT GRADIENT, AND KAOMOJI?

Every aesthetic person’s website. You can scroll down and you’ll have endless choices!

Here is how you can get the text fonts in this same website!

GRADIENT TEXT!

use this link! Type in your text and you can pick the colors you want, then press “run” and youll receive your link.

For this method however I strongly advice using the website or desktop version of Tumblr if you are using mobile. This is because you must have access to HTML on “Text editor” and paste your link there, then go back to normal mode and you’ll see your gradient text!

🫐 — HOW CAN I CONVERT A VIDEO TO A GIF?

Many apps can give you low quality results and for high quality you must pay, however I highly recommend Ezgif! The quality won’t be exactly the best but its pretty good! You can also change the speed if it seems laggy, it helps a lot!

I really hope this helped although i’m bad at explaining things, asks are open of you have any questions!

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waywardstation · 2 years

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Heart Full, Bowl Empty

Chapter 4 - Breakfast

Ingo and Akari stop at the Icepeak Base Camp for a quick breakfast, and to talk some things out

Ingo and Akari finally get to slow down and have something proper to eat!! A shorter chapter, but if I added it to chapter 3 as intended, it would have been massive. Huge thanks to @/monsoon-of-art and @/ingo-ingoing-ingone for beta reading this and helping out! Again it really helped pull this chapter together! :)

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The Galaxy Team banners waved gently in the weak wind, and undisturbed snow crunched under Akari’s boots as she reached the base camp nestled at the edge of the Icelands’ river, between groups of powdered trees and a steep cliff face.

The camp was completely vacant, and a cold blanket of snow was draped over everything, from the tents, to the storage container, to the crafting box. Akari couldn’t even see the campfire, which was now a pathetic hill of snow in the center of the area.

She couldn’t blame the Galaxy Team member usually stationed out here for leaving his post to head back to Jubilife; the conditions last night would have been unbearable to stay in, even in one of the insulating tents.

Though their absence had resulted in the camp’s supply box lid being locked down; with no one around to stand guard, wild Pokémon would have otherwise wandered into camp and looted out of the crate. Akari took a moment to unlock the box, working as fast as she could on it; the frozen metal lock was so cold, it felt like it burned her fingers when they lingered on the surface for too long.

Finally, the lock clicked, and she cracked the supply box open, dumping the accumulated snow layer off the back. Looking inside the large storage container, Akari could see that some of the meager supplies had been taken since then.

This was expected however, seeing as survey corps members had a shared system going with the base camps’ supply boxes. It was normal for members to use items that others had stored away within certain boxes, as long as they repaid them with replacements at a later date. Two lists in the box would keep track of that, one listing each member and which belongings they wrote they had stored in the box, and another where one could write what items they borrowed from who.

This was done mostly to ensure that the survey corps would almost always have access to any needed items out in the field, as well as exercise a sense of trust and responsibility between members.

Among some of the items Akari chose to store in this box (which wasn’t much), she noticed immediately that her medicinal leeks and pecha berries had been taken. Glancing at the inside of the box’s lid, she could see that Rei and Professor Laventon had scrawled down on the “used items” list that they had taken a few, and would replace them next time their survey work brought them out to the Icelands…which could be a while, seeing as barely anyone came out here.

But that was fine! What Akari was planning to prepare didn’t require any of these items anyways.

With the hand not holding the supply box open, Akari reached back into her satchel and pulled out her Pokedex, setting it beside her to flip through to the back pages and pull out a certain scrap of writing.

The Pokedex was for thoroughly documenting Pokémon, sure, but Akari found it was also useful to store scraps and papers containing recipes, either written herself, or handed to her by various folks.

“Have you found what you’re searching for?” Ingo’s voice was heard as another set of footsteps crunched in the snow behind her; the warden finally made it to camp at his own pace.

“Yes! And I’m making us both breakfast with them!” Akari kept her back to him as she continued to root through the box, fishing out all of the required ingredients jotted down on the particular scrap paper.”...Uh, you like muffins, right? Is this ok?”

She paused for a moment to hand her Pokedex to Ingo, and he made his way further into the camp to receive it and view the recipe.

“These sounds excellent right now,” Ingo approved, glancing at the page. He set the Pokedex back down for Akari to refer to and kept himself stationed near her, should she need help while continuing to grab ingredients.

She collected the cake lure base, hearty grains, and razz berries, but also grabbed up a handful of oran berries, and the largest hollowed-out apricorn shells she had stored away. Thankfully, she had stocked all of these ingredients here herself, so she wouldn’t have to borrow from anyone, and she had just enough.

“It um, takes a few minutes to make, though. Do we have time for that?” Akari half-expected Ingo to ask her to instead settle for just grabbing some berries, so that they could get back on the road quickly. But either out of patience to let her do her own thing, or his own exhaustion asking him to take a break and rest, he didn’t.

“Our schedule can accommodate it,” He reassured her instead. He watched her dump the pile of ingredients bundled in her arms next to the snow-covered crafting box, which she quickly began to brush off. “Would you like some assistance?”

“It’s ok, I got this! It’s really easy to put together.” She popped the crafting box open, grabbing one of the small knives from the crafting box’s set of tools with one hand, and reaching for one of the berries with the other. “I make them all the time!”

“Then if you’ll excuse me, I might take a brief rest stop in the tent. Though, do not hesitate to let me know if you require assistance with anything; I will help.” Akari heard the snow crunch behind her as Ingo moved, before noticing him sit down in one of the camp’s open tents with a grunt, out of the corner of her eye.

He sounded very tired.

A part of Akari was relieved he was taking the chance to just slow down and rest, as that was rare for him. The other part was saddened that it had gotten to that rare point.

Just let him rest for now, and return to work.

Going about cutting the berries and preparing the ingredients to mix with the cake lure base just as the recipe said, Akari grabbed one of the apricorn shells and filled it with the resulting cake lure batter. She set it aside to repeat the process several times over, until she had filled about nine of them, enough to pack the base’s cooking container that sat over the campfire.

Ingo said nothing, silent in the tent as Akari went on with her process. He was thankfully patient enough, resting his head against crossed arms supported against his knees, but overhearing his rumbling stomach still prompted her to rush, even if Ingo was trying to ignore it. And while she couldn’t see it with her back to him, the tremors in his hands occupied her thoughts…when she wasn’t considering his coincidental headache, at least.

She swore that if it wasn’t for his body’s varied reminders, she would have a much harder time even knowing if he was hungry; he never once protested or said a word about it himself, unprompted. At least, not to her.

Thinking on this resumed a train of thought that had been halted earlier.

“...Um, Ingo?” Akari cleared her throat as she turned her attention to the small hill that was the buried campfire. She pulled out the dampened wood logs, shivering at how cold they were to the touch, and returned to the storage box to retrieve dry wood to use for the fire instead.

“Hmm?” the warden hummed as he rubbed at closed eyes from under a tipped cap, like he had let himself doze off.

“Is…” Akari paused for a moment, trying to decide how to go about this. She popped open the lid of the container and placed the batter-filled shells inside, making sure they all sat upright as she contemplated her next words.

Rip the bandaid off.

“Is…everything alright? With the Pearl Clan? And food?”

A short moment of heavy silence made Akari bite her cheek, still keeping her back to the Warden.

“Was that what Volo was discussing with you before my arrival?” Ingo lethargically lifted his head to gaze at her from under the brim of his cap, suddenly seeming more awake. “What did he say to you?”

“He’s just…worried,” Akari defended him, initially sparking a weak flame against the dry wood of the campfire, but the cold snuffed it out quickly. “And it just made me a little worried too. He said, um, something about how the Icelands aren’t producing any food, and how Gaeric’s always ordering stuff now. And something about no one telling him what it’s all for.”

Ingo felt something sharp bristle against the inside of his ribcage.

He had overheard Irida address concerns regarding this with Gaeric at the end of their last clan meeting, about how maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to use his sword cap supplier as a means of keeping stock up. He was much more…curious, than Irida had thought he’d be, which lined up quite well with Ingo’s own present suspicions of him.

And while curiosity was one thing, being nosy was another. Wasn’t it enough that the Pearl clan was trading almost double the value in ice at his request, just so he’d have to do less work but still meet his sales goal? Ingo knew it was because Volo wanted more time to do…whatever it was he did when he wasn’t working.

And besides the fact that they couldn’t afford to trade much else besides their near-endless supply of ice, the clan complied only because it was supposed to keep him from taking on more deliveries for others and swapping rumors with them about what he thought was going on. The Ginkgo Guild’s merchants seemed notorious for doing that, just to bring something interesting to their mundane jobs, and it seemed Volo was especially prone to the habit.

But then to turn around and spout about it to an uninvolved kid who actually seemed to look up to him (to Ingo’s disfavor)…

He wanted something, didn’t he?

A flare of irritation momentarily dwarfed the discomfort of his dull headache.

“Volo does not have to worry,” Ingo stared at the campfire as Akari sparked a small flame against the wood for a second time. Once again, it flickered only for a moment before dying out. Frustrated, she once again attempted to get the logs to spark. “He seems to be searching for a track to take that isn’t there. Winter is always a little harsher for everyone, I believe. But like every winter, the Pearl Clan is making due preparations for it.”

These words of assurance did not come from personal experience, but they were words Ingo believed in; his arrival in Hisui had come before Akari’s, but it had not quite been a year - he had appeared at the tail end of last winter. He had yet to really experience a Hisuian winter and its normalities, just like Akari.

However, he knew enough to know that indeed, current events were threatening to repeat a vicious cycle that once plagued the Pearl Clan around a decade back, according to Irida. A famine. The thought of it repeating sometimes caused Irida to worry quite openly behind closed doors, and request no one speak about what was going on to others outside the clan, even if she was reassuring enough that everything would be taken care of during their public meetings.

Yes, there was a shortage of food. And yes, there were a web of complications that came with it, affecting everything living in the Icelands. By the looks of things, he believed the hardships would persist through this winter. But he also believed in Irida’s guidance and preparation, as their leader.

The cycle would not repeat. They would be fine as long as things don’t start regressing, which they won’t. And especially with Irida insisting they not discuss anything regardless, there was no use in worrying Akari over it.

And another, more careful part of him did not want to relay this to Akari, and end up admitting at least Volo’s observations were astute. Correct information did not always lead to correct conclusions, and Ingo didn’t want to teach her to put any more of her faith into the prying merchant than she already had.

Ingo watched Akari as she gave up trying to start a flame herself, tossing her tools aside with a huff. He was about to offer his own assistance, until she pulled out Ember’s pokeball, opening it with a click. The gentle creature effortlessly huffed a warm spark against the wood, and it flared to life, spreading across the logs. Akari pet Ember on the head with gratitude and situated herself close to the fire to continue tending to it, her warm companion curling up close to her.

She was a good kid, Ingo thought, determined and kind-hearted. She did her best to be independent and take care of things herself, but she still needed help once in a while, as well as guidance. Like all kids did.

It was just that Volo didn’t seem like the best choice to turn to for guidance.

“But what about all of the crop starts that the Pearl Clan’s ordering? And why are they opening the fields back up? Do they need more food?” Akari pressed further, more curious than accusatory or contradictory as she poked at the fire with a nearby stick. As she went on, though, it began to take on a quality of panic. “Was this why you had to skip dinner last night? And why you told me we couldn’t waste anything? …Is that why I made Irida so uncomfortable being there?”

Every question really hit the nail right on the head, but Ingo thought better of answering those directly. And it wasn’t just because of the blunt throbbing in his skull distracting his thoughts and possibly misstating his answers.

Akari was already getting herself worked up on the questions. How would she handle the answers right now?

“Miss Akari! Please, it’s alright. I can assure you that everything is alright,” He reiterated, making sure to hold eye contact with her as he leaned forward to place a comforting hand on her shoulder. “The Pearl Clan orders crop starts monthly for consistent harvests year-round. This is just another cycle. And…last night’s events were simply a product of unpreparedness.”

Both were half-true; Pearl Clan’s orders were just increasing in size and now entirely consisting of cheap sand radishes, as opposed to a more varied selection. And the previous night’s events wouldn’t have had to hinge on preparedness if there was simply enough to go around.

“However I do advise, perhaps, to consider Volo’s words with caution.” Ingo finally broke eye contact to lean back and gaze at the fire, now allowing himself his nervous habit of readjusting his cap by the brim. “As he admitted himself, he does not know all of the situation…and I am aware that the Ginkgo Guild likes to speculate on rumors, especially if it benefits their business. I…would not be surprised if he was simply attempting to glean possible information from you.”

Akari’s features tightened a little at his concluding remarks about Volo, reflexively doubting them as Ingo sadly expected. But he offered her a tired, yet encouraging smile, once again being sure to make eye contact with her to hit the message home.

“Everything is alright.”

Akari, however, didn’t seem entirely convinced with Ingo’s reassurance. Her gaze drifted to stare at the fire, warm steam rose into the frozen air from the top of the cooking container. One hand reaching for Ember to pet in a self-soothing manner, and the pensive look in her eyes gave away that she was still a little troubled.

She dearly wanted to believe Ingo, but she wasn’t sure if he was just protecting her from something. He had a habit of doing this in the past, even with small, unimportant things, like when his back was bothering him, or when he was feeling a little under the weather. She often had to pester things out of him.

On the other hand, Volo had always been quite open about things to her, like with the conversation they just had. And he did say this could just simply be a passing struggle, just like what Ingo was telling her now.

But Volo also said it could be severe. Like something from almighty Sinnoh. And she could barely even begin to comprehend that notion.

Ingo was acting very certain that things were fine. But Volo said no one could say for sure what was going on, and she was inclined to believe that; it made more sense. How could anyone be certain of this? Ingo was always one to consider the possibilities before moving forward, so why was he discrediting Volo for doing that?

Embers from the aggravated flames jumped into the surrounding snow and fizzled out as Akari poked it with a stick again.

Why did nothing about this feel concrete? Why did Ingo seem so guarded about everything? Why was he discouraging her from considering Volo’s thoughts? What wasn’t he telling her?

She didn’t like questioning Ingo like this. It rarely ever happened, but it was upsetting to her when it did.

A bout of particularly upset growling yanked Akari from her thoughts. She turned to the source, glancing back over her shoulder at Ingo, surprised.

“Ugh, please excuse that,” The warden sighed irritably as he closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand and clenching a handful of his tunic with the other. He seemed thoroughly irked with himself for drawing her concerned attention. “It’s just that, well, what you are preparing smells rather good.”

“Oh!” Akari’s own stomach turned at the sudden realization that the camp smelled prominently of baking; the contents of the container had been heating over the campfire for several minutes now. Switching her focus to the task at hand, she grabbed a thick patterned cloth from the crafting box to protect her fingers, and lifted the lid off of the container carefully to check. The sweet scent saturated the air further as warm steam puffed out, but the contents themselves didn’t seem quite firm yet. Ember lifted her head into the air and sniffed at the enticing smell.

“They’re almost done!” She reported, closing the container back down to trap any more sweet-smelling steam from escaping. “Just a few more minutes.”

Restlessly turning the bundled cloth over in her hands as she waited by the fire, Akari resigned to silence, deciding it would be best not to return to the previous conversation. Instead, she stole subtle glances at Ingo when she thought he wouldn’t notice. His head had dipped forward as his (still shaking) hand carefully massaged the back of his neck. He still had the headache. He always did that when his head hurt.

Akari’s attention drifted back to the patterned cloth in her hands, now crumpled into a ball. She reminded herself that they were both just hungry and tired, and Ingo was still dealing with that headache.

Maybe that’s why everything felt so frustrating and didn’t make any sense. They just needed to eat first. And then, maybe, things would seem better.

Standing up from the campfire, Akari returned to the supply box once again and moved to root through the contents, grabbing up a handful of large, thick caster fern leaves. One of the few things in the storage box that weren’t hers, she quickly scrawled down on the inside of the lid for Rei and the professor that a few of their caster ferns was a good enough repayment for the leeks and berries that they had borrowed from her.

“Ok, I think they’re done,” Akari said as she popped the lid off of the container once again, quickly sticking one of the crafting box’s smaller knives into one of the muffins to ensure it was thoroughly baked. It pulled out clean of batter, as she had hoped. “And hey, not burned this time, or underdone!”

“I thought you said they were easy to put together?”A smile tugged at Ingo’s mouth as he huffed with amusement, leaning forward as Akari plucked one of the hot apricorn shells out of the container and plopped its contents into a caster fern leaf, wrapping it tight. He was admittedly eager at the prospect of finally eating.

“Jubilife muffins are easy to put together! It’s baking them that’s the hard part!” Akari explained, holding her hard work up to show the warden. In her hands was a steaming hot pastry, wrapped in an insulating caster fern to allow it to be held. “…Well, a version of them. They’re much harder to make over a campfire. But I think they still turned out ok! And…”

Her other hand disappeared for a moment back into her satchel to search for something else, before pulling out the jar of honey Volo had given her earlier.

“…You can’t have one of these without honey!”

Before Ingo could even protest against the idea of her using such a valuable thing on him, she popped the lid off (with a bit of trouble, having one free hand) and poured a perfect amount of the sweet-smelling honey onto the warm muffin. Enough to saturate the pastry, but not enough to overdo it and make everything irritatingly sticky.

“Ah, I do not want you to use up your…gift, on me,” Ingo was hesitant for a moment, even though the muffin looked even more appetizing with it. “You were rather excited to receive it.”

“Only because I knew I could share it with you! It’s not like we’ll use it all, and it makes the muffin much better! I swear! …Except, Rei likes these better without honey. He says it makes the whole thing ‘too sweet’.” Akari went on in a playfully mocking tone, closing the lid of the jar. “I’d like to see how he’d handle some of our candy from back home!”

She laughed at the thought before she held the muffin out for Ingo to take. “But, hopefully you like it with honey!”

Ingo accepted the muffin with unsteady hands as she turned back to the cooking container. He turned it around in his fingers as he felt the inviting warmth of it, insulated by the caster fern. The pastry had cooled down enough, but the freshly-baked scent of the muffin wafted up, crossed with the sweet smell of berries.

Akari did say she had trouble with baking them, but to him, these seemed like Wallflower-quality. Maybe she should consider working something out with Beni to get these on the menu there.

“Thank you, Miss Akari,” Ingo thanked the girl as she moved to sit next to him in the base’s tent with the cooling container set on her other side, finally relenting as he began to unwrap the caster fern. Ember followed her into the tent, eager for a treat of her own as Akari prepared one for her as well.

Biting into his muffin, Ingo instantly took note of the sweet flavor of the cake lure base and the berries. Despite just baking over a campfire, the chilled honey cooled it down enough to enjoy without burning his mouth. The lure base had also helped it lock in moisture and keep a soft consistency; the sweet honey and juicy berries assisted this even further. Texture-wise, it was very much like a bite of fluffy cake.

Maybe it was because he hadn’t had a proper meal in over twenty-four hours, but Ingo couldn’t remember the last time he enjoyed something so much.

“Bravo!” Ingo complimented Akari on her work, swallowing quickly to express his admiration. ”Very good job with these!”

“It’s not too sweet with the honey?” Akari mumbled over a mouthful of her own honey-soaked muffin as she brushed crumbs off her uniform, leaving a bit of a mess around her. Beside her, Ember was slowly nibbling on her own pastry, stopping frequently to lick the honey off of her paws.

“Not at all! It’s rather complimentary, just as you suggested.”

“I knew you’d have better sense than Rei!” Akari smiled wide, absolutely elated that Ingo enjoyed the final product, and that she had done well for him, after he had done so much for her.

Finally, the thorn of guilt buried into her side, deep from the previous day’s events, began to loosen itself.

Ingo wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he finished the muffin, discarding the caster leaf wrapper into the snow - he almost didn’t notice Akari holding out a second muffin to him from his side.

“They’re smaller, so I made a lot,” she mumbled through a mouthful. Crumbs decorated her face, having already finished her own muffin, as she began pouring more honey straight from the jar onto his next one.

The corner of Ingo’s mouth twitched, as if reflexively ready to decline out of politeness before he could even think on it for himself, but Akari practically pushed it into his hands.

“Don’t say no! I made these expecting us to eat all of them!” Akari almost read his mind as she pulled out a second muffin for herself from the container beside her. “And I can’t have all of these myself!”

She knew she didn’t even have to bring up his low blood sugar symptoms as points.

Ingo gave her a thin, but genuine smile as he accepted the second offering, and began peeling it. “Alright. Thank you.”

And the two sat in comfortable silence as they worked their way through the muffins, Akari plucking one for herself and handing another to Ingo every time either of them finished one. She would occasionally glance over at the warden as she ate, whenever she thought he wasn’t looking. His hands still seemed shaky, and he still seemed rather fatigued after a sleepless night, chewing with closed eyes and a dipped head, but they seemed to be signs of relaxation as well. On her other side, Ember was still working her way through her first muffin, more chunks of pastry that had been torn apart at this point.

Letting them enjoy the quiet, she took the time to appreciate her surroundings.

The brisk morning sun was rising higher, brightening the expanse of sky that stretched over the Icelands, and reflecting warmer tones off of the overnight snow that clung to the surrounding trees. More wild Pokémon were beginning to wake up with the later morning, and distant sounds of aipom and snover were beginning to join in with the far-off cries of the rufflet. Across the river, wisps of smoke began to rise from the Pearl Clan settlement nestled against the incline, signaling the rest of the village was starting to wake up.

It was a very relaxing view, and momentarily quelled any worries that had followed Akari into camp earlier.

Maybe the day wouldn’t be so bad after all, she hoped as she grasped for another muffin after noticing Ingo had stopped chewing. She gently elbowed him to get him to open his eyes, and notice the pastry.

“Ah, this is sufficient,” Ingo broke the silence as he took the muffin that Akari held out with one hand, waving his other to indicate this was his last. This was his fifth, and they were small enough as Akari had said, but rather filling. “Thank you.”

Thankfully, it was the last one she had made anyways, Akari thought as Ingo began to eat it. She wondered if he would have accepted it if he knew that. She was glad he did not know - she wanted him to have it.

“Jubilife muffins,” Ingo cleared his throat after a moment, pausing halfway through the last muffin. “I don’t recall oran berries being a part of the recipe when I read it. Is that exclusive to your, ah, ‘campfire version’?”

“Oh! No, I like to add those because my mom would always make things with oran berries,” Akari explained, dusting herself off of stray crumbs. “And, it just kind of reminds me of her baking, is all. Why? Would you like it better without them?”

“Not at all! I’d say it’s an improvement.” Ingo mused. “And, it also seems to resurface something for me as well.”

“Really?” Akari’s attention quickly snapped back to Ingo. The warden had taken to openly sharing with Akari when he recalled something from before Hisui, but lately these occurrences had seemed to slow down. So when he did appear to remember something new, it excited Akari, no matter how big or small it was.

“It’s been nagging me since we started eating.” Ingo closed his eyes to try and focus better through the fading headache.

(Holes) (in) His memory made it hard. (to)(remember,)(though.)

In the mornings (before) the (Battle Subway) opened, he would like to pick up an oran (berry) muffin with his (coffee)(order) at (Gear) Station’s (coffee shop). (Emmet) would prefer the (salted)(protein) bars with his own (coffee).

( )( )( )( )( )

…In the mornings, before opening, he would like to pick up an oran muffin at one of his previous stations. The other preferred the bars with his own.

…Well, that was a frustratingly little amount to glean after running it through the hole-puncher.

Ingo rubbed at a dull aching that pushed against the back of his skull, but it was not as sharp as the hunger-induced headache from earlier, thankfully.

“I can only seem to recall having something similar in the mornings, before…well, whatever it was I committed to as a job, exactly.” Ingo stopped trying to grasp for any more information, satisfied enough with what he had.

“You got to have muffins every morning?” Akari gaped at him, amused. “Lucky! Mom never let me have things like that for breakfast!”

“I don’t think I could go back to having them in the mornings, though,” A smile tugged at Ingo’s mouth, feeling a little more light-hearted. “Not after having your version; it’s much better than what I remember having. You set the bar way too high. Might even ruin the modern muffin industry if you brought that recipe back with you.”

“Hey!” Akari bumped against Ingo’s side with a laugh, the humorously-worded complement catching her off guard as she leaned against his shoulder. “If you think mine are good, you’ve gotta try the way my mom makes them! Next time she bakes any, I’m making you try them!”

The stark impossibility of that happening in their present situation was lost on them both as Ingo huffed a laugh himself at the offer. Ember even stopped licking up the crumbs left around them to join in and jump up on them, eager to understand the excitement.

Things were better.

“Careful now, I’ll be holding you to that promise then! But until I get that opportunity, I’d say yours are the best.” Ingo wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand, his straighter posture showing he was feeling more invigorated as he moved to stand up. “So thank you again very much, Miss Akari. The refuel was…very much needed. My cab is admittedly much better equipped for travel now.”

And truly, he was. As he stretched, Ingo took note of the comfortable weight that had finally settled under his ribs, evicting the aching, irritating hollow that had previously resided there since the day before. It was the first time in several days where anything he had eaten had been able to drive it out completely, instead of sedating it for a bit, he recalled. No more blunt teeth grinding on his sore rib cage, for now. A clearer head and steadier hands were sure to follow.

“And see, we didn’t use it all! I still have some honey left!” Akari said triumphantly as she held up the jar, showing there was still a fair amount of the sweet liquid pooled around the untouched honeycombs, before packing it back into her satchel.

Ingo and Akari made quick work of cleaning up the camp, and packing away the tools of the crafting box. It only took a couple minutes to set everything away, and let Ember back into her pokeball; she would not enjoy the long journey with them on such short legs.

“Now, let us press onward to our next stop,” Ingo moved to the edge of the vacant base camp, waiting for Akari to follow after. “The detour was required, but we can still make up for some lost time if we hurry.”

“I would call Lord Wyrdeer if he could carry us both at the same time,” Akari doused the dying flames with a few handfuls of snow, leaving it looking much like the snowpile it had been when they first arrived. “Then we could get there much faster. Or Lord Braviary, if he didn’t have so much trouble just flying with me.”

Lord Wyrdeer’s big bulky saddle would clearly be unaccommodating to more than one person, already a bit of a snug seat. And Lord Braviary was still quite young, just like his warden. In his adolescence, his still-developing body couldn’t do much more than glide with anything heavier than Sabi. And with Lady Sneasler’s smaller size (and duties to her kits) and Lord Basculegion’s limitations, truly the only available ride pokemon big enough to carry them both was Lord Ursaluna. Unfortunately, his pace was comparable to their own walking speed, more built for digging, and only being able to run in short bursts. It would take him half an hour to even reach Akari’s calls with the flute.

“It is alright,” Ingo reassured her, waiting patiently as she made sure the campfire was thoroughly doused. “Traveling by foot will do just fine.”

Akari took one last look around the vacant base camp - as a survey corps member, it’s important to make sure one leaves the camps more tidy than when they enter them.

Satisfied with the condition of things, she turned to join up with Ingo and head out, ready to traverse along the edge of the highlands. Already missing the heat from the fire, she rubbed her hands together, her fingers chilled pink from throwing snow onto the campfire, to try and retain some warmth.

With luck and a brisk pace, they would make it to Jubilife within the next few hours. And while occasional conversation with Ingo would help things along, that still left a lot of open time for Akari to silently mull over the morning’s events.

Her tense conversation with Ingo may have ended, having been left behind at the basecamp, but Volo’s words clung to the back of her mind as they went on, growing more prominent like a seed that had taken root.

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Okay there was at least one like on the interest post so here’s the pitch-

I’m framing this like I got full creative direction for a cookie run kingdom event, will no limitations like budget, time, or executive interfearence

That being said I’m also pitching this as a ‘give devs creative team an easy update’ since a majority of the things used in this update are already designed in some way so this event could take place before a major event like a major lore drop, big anniversary update, etc.

That being said

Cookie run Kingdom: Jellywalkers attack!

I’ll go over gameplay stuff first.

First off this is a two part update like the moonlight Anniversary update was. So an extra long one.

As for new cookies there will be four new Epic cookies- one released in the first and second half of each update half.

No super epics or legendarys, because god I’m so tired of the special gachas one after another! Instead the ‘special Gacha’ will just be an event costume Gacha.

There will be costumes released in theme with the update but also a special Gacha that give character skins with unique voice lines. But they’re special costumes and not legendary. I will elaborate when we get there.

Now onto the characters.

In the first half of the update we will get Energy drink cookie, an epic bomber class. (Also in this post I’ll be using my gender fluid energy drink headcanon so I’ll be using he/she/they for him.)

Energy drinks skill involves her sending out an aoe attack that puts a defence debuff on the enemies, if his skill is used again they will grand a powerful attack and defence buff on the team. These two skill effects alternate every use. And durring the buffing skill use she will go into that green power up energy mode, and her own attack speed will increase for a short while before returning to normal. Maybe this mode procks after every skill use regardless if it’s the attack or buffing skill phase. I’m open to suggestions on that front

In the first part of the update Twizzly Gummy cookie will get a magic candy. This candy is going to be a bit of a gimic but I think it’ll be fun. This candy will buff the critical hit chance for her special making it stupid easy to get crits. Add in a damage buff and twizzlys skill is a stupid good aoe. My girl deserves to be broken for a while. The magic candy ingredient will be “electrifying wires”

Costume wise in this half we open the special guest costume Gacha which iiiiis, costumes of the band of misfits! Costumes for avocado, mint choco, strawberry, and carrot cookie that give them the appearence of the alt timeline gang, their dialogue reflecting these characters and getting special dialogue when interacting with Twizzly or each other. These likely would be event exclusive costumes so once the event is over you can’t get them but idealy they’d be put in the regular Gacha but made rare after the event is over because I know I’m not the only Twizzly gang enjoyer out there! Also the event would hand out rainbow cubes a lot so pfp players will get a chance to get them. Maybe also some costume chests where you pick one guaranteed would also be prizes in the event because I like being nice.

There will also be a new decor tab themed off those unreleased cookie wars jellywalker decor items. With some added stuff themed around Twizzly too. Twizzly gets a decor set where she powers up a neon sign and cackles about it. And maybe also energy drink can interact with it, where they tag it with a sticker lmao.

For events outside of the story we’ll bring in a new event in the first update part

This event is an endless wave survivor. You build up a team (or three super mayhem style, but at least one) and you put them agains an endless wave of enemies. You gain points for the amount of time survived and how many enemies defeated, earning event tokens to upgrade hp, attack, and defender like the boss events. Though no bosses will appear, at most strong enemies that give a lot of points if defeated. The banner event tied to this gives the usual rewards, but maybe add in a costume if you’re feeling creative. Like Angel cookies jellywalker costume from ovenbreak.

In the second half of this update Wasabi cookie will be released. a cookie decor for her will be released in the second part of the event. It’s a decor that’s themed after her lab. Let her do mad science and look at stuff in goopy test tubes

Wasabi is an Epic rank ambush cookie. And her skill launches wasabi shots at the enemies and dealing major crit damage. Maybe there’s also poison damage as an element because I don’t want to add acid as a new element when that’s just poison but green. (The skill isn’t something I’m super happy with so I’m open to ideas)

Wasabi will get her own bingo card event like Twizzly gummy did when released.

The story mode will be attached to the storybook style thing since I like that and why not. I’ll get into the plot later though.

The second part of the event is when the rest of the cookies release. And also the costumes.

For costumes it’ll be like acid punk sort of dystopian themed costumes, they get their own special pull animations like the star ones and rock event ones. I don’t have a name for these yet but here’s the costume ideas:

Candy diver gets a costume that looks like their head is filed with a mix of the jellywalkers purple goop and energy drinks green potion thing. The rest of the suit taking on a blacklight sort of pallet and adding some grunge to it. The description would basically state that as candy diver is a ghost the jellywalker virus has no effect on them. But best keep that stuff inside the head just to be safe.

Wasabi gets a costume reminiscent of or just straight up her Wasabi overdrive costume. Similar costume description too but reference the jellywalkers more clearly.

Twizzly Gummy gets a blacklight/neon costume and listen I just need her hair up for this put it in a ponytail. Other than that I’d imagine it’s something that’d look good standing next to energy drink (this will be important later) maybe give her a puffy jacket and star stickers idk.

Affogato is a wildcard pick but hear me out. Either his costume is him utilizing wasabi goop or whatever as a poison and give him a neon green blacklight sort of costume reflecting that. OR some sort of jellywalker infection. He tried to use this to his advantage and it bit him in the ass. Not full jellywalker but he is clearly infected and probably a liability in a survival situation. But it’s fine it’s just a costume :3

This half is also when the super mayhem event goes live. It’d work as any other super mayhem event, but the special thing in battle would be some like charge to built up an energy drink blast or wasabi blast idk

And now for the cookies! In the first half of the event, a whole new cookie will be released! I’m uh, still developing this character name and design wise but I got the idea for their theme and stats

An epic cookie, support class. Their skill will give everyone damage resistance and a healing over time. Plus imunity to poison type damage for a time.

In the second half we will get Zombie cookie

Zombie cookie is an epic rank cookie who is an attacker class. I don’t have many ideas for it’s skill right now but I’m thinking something that either summons undead mobs for a time or some sort of gravestone related attack like in the puzzle game. (Their revive skill can be tied to a later magic candy release or something)

Last things of note- voices! I don’t have anyone in particular as a dream casting for energy drink or unnamed new guy but I got ideas-

For energy drink ideally I’d like their voice to be ambiguous enough that it could be read as masculine or feminine, I don’t have a strong leaning one way for another. but it’d be Even better if the Va is actually genderfluid or somewhere on the nonbinary spectrum. We love gender fluid cookie in this house.

For wasabi I sort of imagine her voice similar to Eda from the owl house, so either that va or someone who can do a similar impression. But a bit more mad science because it’s wasabi.

For the new guy all I really got is something masculine and can sound very scared, this cookie is characterized by being a coward in a terrifying situation, but is working to be brave. So something sympathetic but not annoying if people think this guy is annoying it’ll make the character unfun.

As for zombie? Similar route to candy diver. No specific voice actor, just grab someone from the development team who can make the best weird noises and you’re set. This thing can’t talk lean into the weird noises. But be fun about it

Last thing of note- as this is a storybook style event like the dragon city, rock festa, and mermaid tale event there will be a sort of ‘settlement’ level with a few cookies and Catnip the merchant. I’m thinking this is a city going on thr defensive, and the npcs are commenting on how scary this all is or worrying about friends. And catnip does their usual info dump and is like “even at the start of the apocalypse capitalism still reigns!..but I’ll keep the prices fare considering the situation” (In game the prices are the same as always)

Now with all that out of the way! Into the actual story

The plot

I will admit I sort of plan to write some version of this event out so it will be relying on some headcanons, but I’ll try to write out this plot so you don’t need them to enjoy the story.

If I make a fic it’ll be it’s own cannon basically.

Also exact details are vague right now so I’ll get the plot points out.

First half of the story-

It’s a peaceful day at the cookie kingdom when suddenly, a rumbling in the distance. It feels like an earthquake and the cookies are confused. But cut to Twizzly gummy who looks confused and then curious. That felt like a time rift, a rogue one. What’s going on? Something fun for once? Moments later another rift opens in town, and out emerges energy drink, who immediately declares this world is in danger.

The jellywalkers are coming, and if this kingdom, no this world doesn’t prepare defences right now everyone is doomed. The cookies are skeptical until Twizzly actually vouches for her. See the thing is Twizzly and energy drink have history… but it left them on sort of rocky terms so energy drink isn’t all too happy to see Twizzly again. She tries to brush it off and just asks what’s up, he only looks that serious when something bad is happening. And energy drink repeats what they stated before. The jellywalkers are coming.

Something something they manage to convince the cookies to prepare defences, the alchemist or someone going with gingerbrave to send out letters to warn the other kingdoms and settlements. Energy drink asks if any other rifts opened and Twizzly points her in the direction of where she feels the big one opened. Energy drink plans to head out alone but Twizzly stops them

“You playing this solo again? No way, I’m here now so I’m going with!”

“I don’t have time for games Twizzly, these cookies are in real trouble-“

“You think I don’t know? I saw what those things did to the timeline I found you in. I live here so I’m helping. End of story”

Energy drink is quiet, but agrees.

So the two head out, and make a plan. First, they need to find a cookie to make a cure, energy drink already has an outline that can be followed, they just need the mind to make it. And he already has one in mind. Hopefully she’s in this timeline… step two is locate the source of the jellywalkers, the comet and destroy it. That will prevent any new cases so the rest can be cured or destroyed. So the two head out,

In a town nearby where the jellywalkers comet landed, the invasion has begun. Hoardes of zombies attacking and turning anyone unlucky enough to be in their sight. This unearthly purple slime spreading and sticking to whatever it can latch onto. The city is in panic trying to flee, they were unprepared. They couldn’t have prepped enough since the source was so close to them. It’s a disaster. This is where we meet the unnamed new cookie who I’ll be calling uhhhh Buddy for now. Buddy is terrified, his friend was turned and he just managed to get away. He hides in an alleyway, clutching a container of jelly water, (imply it’s a similar ingredient to what they are made from this is relevant) suddenly they hear a noise, it sounds like the groaning of a jellywalker. In a panic they hurl the contents of their container at the monster, yelling about not wanting to be eaten. But to his confusion the being who was just doused stops. Is panicked a moment, but that purple jelly melts away revealing… Zombie cookie! It’s confused, and blinks. Buddy blinks too.

What just happened?

Somehow he realizes this zombie is harmless and also realizes even faster that zombie has declared them its friend and won’t leave his side. Buddy decides for now to flee with zombie cookie, maybe it can help somehow? Zombie is just happy to have a buddy.

Back with Twizzly and energy drink, they fight through jellywalkers, the virus is spreading fast, not good. They need to find Wasabi cookie and fast. Lucky for them they run into her just up ahead. Like the mad scientist she is she’s already been studying and experimenting with the infected zombies, trying to understand what this purple substance is and how to destroy it. So when energy drink asks her to help make a vaccine she’s like “what do you think I’m doing? But the extra help would be appreciated!” And then she cackles like she isnt planning some mad scientist excitements once that vaccine is done. So the trio are now working to gather ingredients. But it’s soon found out they’re missing one last thing. A vital agent to properly dissolve the jellywalker cells. But unfortunately she doesn’t have that and nobody is sure what it is. Because energy drink reveals that this varient of jellywalkers is different from the one in their timeline so the weakness for this is likely vastly different.

Well shit.

And that’s where the first half cuts.

In part two we start again with buddy and zombie. Running for their fucking lives. Buddy is confused why the jellywalkers are attacking zombie and it’s like (shrug emoji) turns out zombie wasn’t with them it has just always been like that. Wack. Anyways as the two flee they bump into energy drink, wasabi, and Twizzly fighting off some zombies, they quickly work together to make an opening and get to safety. Energy drink immediately points her blaster at zombie but buddy is like “NO THATS MY FRIEND!” And very quickly explains that it’s not dangerous and they spilled their canteen on it and the purple goop melted away and-

“Did you say those contents dissolved the jellywalker virus?” Wasabi immediately cuts in. To which buddy nods. “Give me that!” She snatched the canteen which does have more traces of this ingredient inside. She then laughs because AHA WE FOUND IT. Energy drink is surprised. But surly that alone couldn’t have dissolved the virus.

Twizzly shrugs and is just like “maybe zombie here was just Uniquely qualified to not get totally infected” to which zombie just makes a gurgling noise.

Energy drink concludes they’ll worry about that later. Now the gang needs to get to wasabis lab and synthesize the vaccine. That way they can cure the infected after the source is destroyed. On the trail back wasabi learns that the jelly water in the canteen is a similar/the same ingredient to what buddy is baked from and looks at him intently.

Buddy is now scared.

But yeah they get to the lab and wasabi and buddy work on the cure (or well buddy is dragged by wasabi) while the rest of the gang protects the base. After the vaccine is done, it’s time to head to the source.

They go to the meteorite, it’s swarming with that goop and zombies. Buddy wonders why he’s here, this whole time he’s been having an arc about being scared and trying to overcome that fear to help, with the help of zombie. This concludes when energy drink reasures them that they need his help.

Wasabi elaborates, seems that buddy’s ingredient is a perfect repellent of the jellywalker virus, with him around splashing that cleaner the gang won’t get infected. So they can focus on destroying the meteor. He bravely nods, resolved to help.

And then we get the final boss who can be like a giant jelly Walker goop pile with thr meteor as a core, get as body horror as the rating will allow! We got the licorice sea abomination WE CAN GO HARDER!

But in the end the source is destroyed and the rift sealed by energy drink (she has some timeweaver scissors he stole a long time ago) and wasabi is eager to send out the vaccine. Soon the invasion is over and all the pure jellywalker monsters are destroyed and infected cured. Things start to go back to normal.

Zombie decides to stay with buddy who’s now got more confidence in himself. And wasabi seems all to eager to experiment on him and zombie.

Zombie cookie is now scared.

Twizzly and energy drink have one last conversation before energy drink has to leave, after all the jellywalkers haven’t been destroyed across all time yet. He has a duty to track it and protect other timelines from the fate hers faced. Twizzly is like “you’re doing it alone”

“…mostly, but the extra help was nice, I’ll consider recruitment more often next time” Twizzly smiles. And says they can visit any time. She missed them.

Energy drink says not to push her luck. They doubt they can stay friends. Their paths aren’t compatible anymore.

Twizzly says that’s no excuse not to visit for a drink or something. The cake in this timeline is the best after all! Plus the gang missed her. Energy drink says they’ll think about it.

Twizzly laughs and says good enough. So energy drink leaves and things go back to normal as rebuilding begins.

Now for the bonus scene! I’ll do the ‘cannon’ one first as In most likely to be in the game and then my own “my au” version for funsies because I’m shameless.

The bonus scene is at the TBD, croissant cookie and String gummy are watching the last scene on a ctv screen before they talk. Croissant is glad things worked out, but worries about the cleanup. String gummy says he’ll get to work on smoothing things out timeline wise soon. But doesn’t seem all to happy to have to deal with Twizzly (give a nod to the two having a connection, sincd the sibling/alt timeline headcanons are popular from what I can tell) have a bit of banter between the two that establishes they’re fiends. And at the end have timekeeper appear, cloaked in shadow, and question marks on their name. They won’t say who they are in the story yet But if you know you KNOW. They simply say to stay on schedule before disappearing in a rift to the ticking of clocks. String gummy seems upset that they won’t help, but croissant reasures him that this means she trusts them to handle things. And back to work they go.

Only comment voice wise here is timekeeper’s va has to be the same as croissant cookies, but have them do a little bit of a different voice (but still similar enough) and add a radio filter. God please I want timekeeper to sound like she’s constantly talking through an old timey radio, snack crackle pop up in this bitch.

As for string gummy something serious and a little gravely voice wise. But still capable of sounding warm to.

This scene is both to feed the tbd fans who are eager for the place to come to kingdom. (Or just gnawing at the bit for tbd content in general) But also to establish what the TBD is in the kingdom universe and game in general. It’s for the kingdom exclusives who don’t know who the fuck Twizzly is talking about and don’t want to download a whole new game just for the lore(tm)

Now for my purely for me ending that will likely be used for a fic. It’s similar setup but at the Neon hellscape. And it’s Stilton and Moldy Butter pretzel discussing the event. Generally similar banter but the subject is wondering when Twizzly can get back because that’s their buddy. TimeWrender makes a camio and is just being vaguely threatening towards the tbd. Wondering how they can mess with them as they clean things up. Moldy is like “don’t cause too much of a scene. Don’t want them to find out about this place” and wrend giggles.

AAAAAND THATS THAT! That’s the event! Maybe if the brain worms hit I’ll make some designs for the costumes or enemies idk.

Thoughts are appreciated and like I said I want to develop this idea for like a fanfic for my au, because I did not put this much effort into an idea to NOT use it for like a fanfic

Anyways thanks for reading I’m so normal about time cookies Guys

#it me #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run au #headcanons #fake event #energy drink cookie #twizzly gummy cookie #zombie cookie #cookie run oc #wasabi cookie #fanfic

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It’s Alright

TITLE: It’s Alright CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: One shot WHICH TOM CHARACTER: Actor Tom PAIRING: Tom Hiddleston/Gender Neutral Reader GENRE: Hurt/Comfort, Platonic AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’m so sorry that it’s been so long since I last updated. To be honest, I am struggling right now with... life (mental health, economy, studies). I know that a lot of people struggle, and help and emotional support can be so hard to find. I received a beautiful request from a very brave person some time ago, and it really moved me and inspired me to write ‘It’s Alright’. REQUEST: The reader has recently started socialising again after a year of struggling with severe depression episodes, and is trying to get back to life. Tom has invited the reader to an event. When they (the reader) arrive, they are overcome by emotions that they have tried to keep to themselves for so long. Tom takes notice of this and comforts the reader. DEDICATION: I dedicate this to my dear friend who requested this story and to all those who are struggling. In my eyes, you’re true heroes and I’m proud of you. I keep my fingers crossed that it’s going to be alright for all of you. If you’re struggling and don’t feel like you have anyone to turn to for support: please, feel free to write me a PM (or is it called DM?) and I’ll try my hardest to support you to the best of my ability. You are valuable! Your life is valuable! You matter!

BANNER CREDIT: Prislaa

TAGLIST: @waddlenut @sleutherclaw @twhiddlestonsstuff

It’s Alright

A wave of panic washed over you as you found yourself amidst a sea of people. Surrounded by happy faces, all completely clueless to the struggle you were going through. The agony you were suffering. No one seemed to take notice of you. Except for him. Tom. He had watched you from a distance. Excited to greet you, he had made his way through the crowd of people towards you. Just as you were about to break, his strong arms wrapped around you. Shielding you from the overwhelming experience of being surrounded by people.

With an arm protectively wrapped around your shoulders, Tom led you through the crowd and into an unpeopled area past the wardrobe where you had turned in your coat earlier.

“[Your name]. Hi,” Tom greeted you quietly and his blue eyes were so tender as he looked at you. The area you found yourself in was dimly lit and around a corner from the entrance, so you were out of view from the guests arriving at or leaving the event that had gone on for hours. “I’m so glad you came. I know it can’t have been easy for you,” Tom validated.

“Thank you, Tom,” you mumbled. “And thank you for inviting me,” you added appreciatively. “Most of my friends have given up on even asking me to come with them to things like this. I know it’s my own fault, since I’ve declined so many times, but it just felt so nice to be included for once. I really want to start living again, not just staying alive.”

“I’m so glad to hear that, [your name],” Tom replied and smiled warmly at you. “I’m so proud of you for coming here tonight.”

You smiled embarrassedly. He was proud of you.

“It’s a bit ridiculous, isn’t it?” you asked him self-consciously.

“What is?” he wondered.

“The fact that I am getting out and doing things normal people do makes you feel proud of me,” you explained and smiled sadly. “It’s a bit sad, isn’t it? Pathetic, even.”

“There’s nothing pathetic about what you have been through,” Tom objected. “It really isn’t,” he insisted. “Please, look at me.”

You looked up at him and your eyes met. His eyes were deep blue like an ocean, holding the same sense of depth and mysteriousness. You knew from the way he looked at you that he was thinking about something, but as usual you could never quite figure out what was going inside that wonderful mind of his.

“Sometimes in life you get to a point where it’s no longer about living well and making the best of it. Sometimes in life, it’s just about surviving… about staying alive, like you said yourself. It becomes a matter of just getting through another day, even though every cell in your body is fighting you and telling you it’s just not worth it,” Tom said earnestly. “You’ve just fought a war against yourself, getting yourself through each and every day. Just because the war inside of you is invisible to the world, doesn’t make it any less real. I see you, [your name], and I admire you. You’re brave and you’re strong, and all those people here have no idea what a hero you truly are. But I know, and that’s what makes me feel so proud of you.”

“Tom, I…” You had no idea how to respond to his insightful and kind words. “I…” you uttered, but couldn’t bring yourself to say any more. You turned your back to him in order to hide your tears. You had a habit of keeping your tears to yourself, since you didn’t want to be perceived as weak. You were used to forcing a smile and keeping up an act to make it seem as though you were in fact doing better than you really were. But this time, all that sadness that you had been carrying around for so long, finally broke through those restraints you had carefully put in place and secured.

You buried your face in your hands as the tears ran heedlessly down your face. Tom wrapped his arms around you from behind and held you tight.

“It’s alright,” he assured you and you began to sob so much that your chest hurt. You were hurting so bad and had been in pain for so long that you no longer remembered what it was like to feel like you were doing okay.

As you cried your heart out, your legs gave in and Tom sat down on the carpeted floor with you, still embracing you from behind. You relaxed your shoulders and leaned back against his chest. The warmth of his body against your back, his strong arms wrapped over your chest and his fingers gently caressing your upper arms made you feel like you had finally reached your safe haven.

The tears, the crying and the pain all came out in waves. At first fiercely like a storm at sea, but eventually the intensity of it all began to die down. You felt completely drained of energy and let out a deep sigh.

“I’m sorry, I-” you began trying to explain, but Tom just hushed you.

“It’s alright,” he assured you. “Just relax and rest for a bit. I’m right here with you.”

You smiled and sighed with content as you felt more relaxed and at ease than you had in a long time. You shut your tired eyes and peacefully drifted off to sleep in Tom’s arms. For the first time in a long time, you felt like things were actually going to be alright.

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faulty-writes · 2 years

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You’re such an angeeeellll, can you write for the second idea you mentioned to me? The Yule ball one? I totally loved it and since I’m feeling really emotional (my eyes watered when I read about the reader because I found myself on her soooo muuuchhh) I just got giggly imagining myself with Shoto in that situation (I even have my own OC for bnha but I don’t know how to draw and did t find a way to so I don’t have an image of her) Have a nice day ☺️💜

[ I get to use my cute banner again, why is Shoto so cute? I don't understand, haha. So for those who may not have seen, this request is part of one I had suggested in response to the lovely todoroki-vivian's ask. To summarize, this story is about Shoto comforting the reader during a dance-related celebration of heroes. The reader happens to be a low-ranking hero and is a wallflower at the event until Shoto decides to ask them for a dance. I might have made this slightly longer than my other requests, but once I started writing I couldn't stop. ]

Soft music continued to fill the air and the shadows of dancing silhouettes just barely reached you. A sigh passed your lips as you continued to press your back against the wall, somewhat grateful you were hidden away from everyone else.

You were somewhat "forced" to attend the Hero Throwback Ball which was created to celebrate how far heroes have come over the centuries and honor the individuals who made powerful impacts or movements that paved the way for hero society.

Unfortunately, despite being a graduate of Yuuei. You were a piss poor hero who ranked low on the hero board. Many didn't even know your name or worse, made fun of you despite the fact you really tried doing some good in the world.

But villains always escaped your grasp somehow and recently you found yourself slipping up more than usual, this always seemed to happen during your confrontations with said villains. Of course, you could thank your anxiety for that.

Negative thoughts and doubts would begin to take over your mind as you attempted to fight off whatever villain. Eventually, you'd end up injuring yourself or you'd try to use your quirk, only for it to "backfire" and for the villain to escape.

It was no wonder you were referred to as the "villain helper" rather than an actual hero. Maybe it was just your paranoia, but you swore you only received the event invitation as a form of mockery. So maybe it was better that you were out of sight.

'It's not like anyone would ask the lowest ranking hero to dance...' you thought bitterly, crossing your arms. Yet you couldn't help but wonder if your old classmates would try looking for you. "Mm..." maybe that was hoping for too much.

"Todoroki-kun!" Izuku said cheerfully, "y-you're here too, that's great!" Shoto hummed before turning to face Izuku aka 'Deku' the number one hero. Katsuki was number two, and Shoto took his place as the number three hero in Japan.

He knew that his ranking somewhat disappointed his father and that people expected more from the former number one hero's son. But Shoto could care less about ranking, his main goal was to use his quirks to help others, not to capture all the fame.

"Midoriya..." he replied, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Todoroki!" came Uraraka's voice seconds later and Shoto immediately noticed she was dragging Tenya along with her. "Ah..." he replied, raising one hand to greet the two of them.

"Apologies, Ochako was rather eager to say hello before we departed to the dance floor," Tenya explained in his normal matter-of-fact tone. "Mmhm!" she confirmed with a nod, tightening her grip on his arm. "Heh..." Izuku gave a pity smile and scratched the side of his head.

"I'm n-not much of a dancer so Iida volunteered," he explained half-heartedly. "I'm afraid even if that were not the present circumstance, I could not refuse one's invitation to dance," Tenya added before pushing his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose.

"Are you going to dance too Todoroki-kun?" Uraraka questioned with a smile. "After all," she said tilting her head, "it is a celebration and you can't just hide away like you usually do," she knew Shoto tended to be quiet and reserved in social situations.

"Mm," he replied, not exactly one to start arguments. "I'll be watching you!" she warned with a pointed finger before turning to Tenya. "Let's go!" she said cheerfully. "Ah, yes," he replied before looking back at Shoto.

"I do hope we can speak later," he said as Uraraka guided him to the dance floor. Izuku and Shoto watched as they disappeared, the dance floor itself looked rather crowded but Shoto found an odd comfort in the gentle melody that echoed through the air.

He took an extra moment to observe the way others were dancing, how close they were and how they embraced each other. Keeping their hands together or their arms wrapped around their dance partner. 'I wonder...' he thought before his attention shifted to Izuku.

"Who else is here?" he questioned bluntly, somewhat catching the green-haired man off guard. "Huh, oh well..." he paused, lightly tapping his chin as he thought. "Kacchan, Kirishima, Denki, Jirou, uh...m-most of our old class," he answered, nervously rubbing the back of his head.

Shoto narrowed his eyes. "What about Y/n?" he asked. "Uh..." Izuku looked dumbfounded and took a moment to recall if he had seen you or not. He knew the trouble you had found yourself in lately and frowned as he replied, "I...I don't know if they're here..." before glancing around.

"I...I know they h-haven't had the best ranking lately and...m-maybe they thought it best to...decline the i-invitation?" he suggested despite knowing that the answer wouldn't satisfy Shoto. "I'll find them, thank you...Midoriya," he said leaving a baffled Izuku behind as he walked away.

"I wonder why Todoroki-kun wants to find Y/n..." he muttered to himself. You slumped your shoulders, continuing to stare at the floor with a frown. 'I should have stayed home...' you thought, somewhat feeling sorry for yourself.

Your eyes began to water causing you to furiously wipe them with the back of your hand. The last thing you needed was more negative attention, yet you couldn't help but feel utterly useless. Before you could dive too far into this wave of self-pity, you heard someone speak your name.

It seemed so out of the blue and your head snapped up at attention. Your breath hitched when you saw two different colored eyes staring at you and there was only one person they could possibly belong to. "S-Shoto!?" you exclaimed, feeling your face immediately flush.

However, you quickly came back to your senses and frantically wiped your eyes, hoping he didn't notice that you had almost cried. "W-what are you doing here, or uh...h-how did you see me?" you questioned, moving your hands about nervously.

But this didn't seem to bother Shoto who merely replied with a "Hm?" and continued to keep his eyes locked on yours. He noticed that they looked moist, and though it was possible that there was something in the air, no one else seemed to have irritated eyes.

'I know they h-haven't had the best ranking lately' Izuku's words rang through his head, 'maybe they thought it best to...decline the i-invitation' well at least that part wasn't true, but he wasn't sure if that put him at ease because something was clearly bothering you.

The fact that you tried hiding in the shadows was enough of a red flag, but as Uraraka mentioned, he too had a tendency to isolate himself from others. "Uh..." you blinked, wondering why he hadn't said anything. Luckily the music filled the space of awkward silence.

"Dance?" he suddenly said, making your eyes go wide. "W-what?" you replied with your mouth hanging agape and a confessed expression on your features. "Dance?" he repeated in a robotic-like fashion, not knowing how to properly ask someone such a thing.

Panic washed over you causing your hands to press against your stomach which twisted into knots. Dance?! With Shoto!? Oh no, no, no! Just the thought of how you would mess up cemented your response.

"No!" you exclaimed before clasping your hands over your eyes, feeling your heart begin to race, and the urge to go and find another safe spot grew. "Hm..." Shoto leaned back, pressing his lips into a thin line.

"Is something wrong?" he questioned, he thought you would be happy to dance. Maybe it would make you feel better and forget your troubles, at least that's what he had learned since forming bonds and friendships with those at Yuuei.

"W-why..." you lowered your hands which were trembling furiously, "why do you want to dance with me!?" you squeaked out, feeling yourself growing short of breath due to the anxiety that now riddled your body.

Shoto noticed this but answered your question first. "I'm a wallflower too..." he replied, confusing you all the more. You violently shook your head, balling your shaky hands into fists. "No, no, no!" you replied once again.

"I-I'll only mess up again and...t-trip all over the place and then people will laugh and I m-might hurt you a-and..." you glanced to the side, continuing to breathe rapidly. Your mind was racing with a million more ways you could continue to deny Shoto.

Then a loud sound echoed next to your ear and you turned your head only to notice Shoto had firmly pressed his hand against the wall. "W-wha..." your breathing came to a halt as you turned back only to feel your heart accelerate at how close Shoto's face was to yours now.

You knew Shoto didn't have the best social skills, and neither did you, but didn't he know about personal space? "You won't hurt me," he assured before leaning back and moving the hand that was pressed against the wall to once again hold it out in front of you.

You latched onto your bottom lip noticing that the music almost seemed to be getting louder, like it was taunting you just as the dancing silhouettes did earlier. "Mm..." you looked at Shoto before leaning to the side.

The couples on the dance floor looked so happy, and you felt a sting of jealousy knowing they could so easily engage with others socially and that they had someone to be so physically close with. You frowned and slowly pressed yourself back against the wall.

'Can I really...be as confident as them...being who I am?' you thought before noticing that Shoto had moved his hand closer which caused you to look up at him once more. His facial expression held no judgment, not even the slightest hint of anger that you were taking far too long to accept his dance.

'It's not like anyone would ask the lowest ranking hero to dance...' your own words echoed in your head and your hand slowly began to move. 'But...' you laid your palm in his and watched as his fingers so gently closed over the top of your hand.

'Shoto did,' your stomach was still in knots and you tightened your grip when he guided the two of you onto the dance floor. You wiggled your body this way and that, not exactly thrilled about brushing against anyone else.

When the two of you reached the center, he turned to face you and tried to replicate what he saw earlier. He stepped close, pressing his chest against yours which didn't help your already nervous state. "Eep!" you squeaked out when he guided your free hand to his shoulder.

Your face grew hot when his hand came to press itself against the side of your hip, this was accompanied by a tremble that violently coursed through your body. "Are you cold?" he questioned, feeling the way you dug your fingers into his shoulder.

Your throat felt tight and you were almost certain you'd pass out at any moment. You somehow managed to shake your head in response, but he continued to look at you with a blank expression, the same one you had seen for years.

"This is what I saw others doing earlier," he noted and you couldn't help but question the reality of what was happening. Was this real? Were you really cradled so close to Shoto, the number three hero? "U-uh huh..." you managed to say, focusing your attention on his chest rather than his face.

"Do you like it?" he questioned making you yet again tremble which caused him to ask, "Are you sure you are not cold?" seconds later. You nodded before swallowing hard. "I...I uh...i-it's fine!" you somewhat hoped no one heard the panic in your voice over the music.

"Okay," Shoto replied as he began to sway gently back and forth, but your feet barely moved. In fact, your upper body did most of the work following along with his motions. You squeezed your eyes shut, hearing those doubtful thoughts once again plague your mind.

How did the two of you look to others? Were you making Shoto look silly? After all, he could be dancing with someone who actually knew what they were doing. Someone that would make him look good. Not you, not a hero ranked so low you were considered a waste of space.

Once again your eyes began to water and though you didn't want to, you buried your face into his chest seeing as it was the only place you could hide away from the crowd. He came to a brief pause and looked down, slightly confused about what you were doing before he heard a soft sniffle.

He resumed swaying back and forth, being careful not to bump into the other couples that were around. "Why..." you squeaked out, almost feeling bad that the few tears that ran down your cheeks soaked into the front of Shoto's tux.

"Hm?" he tilted his head, continuing to look at the top of your head. "W-why did you ask me to dance with you?" the words left your mouth in a soft and slightly broken tone. "Because I wanted to," came his immediate response.

You frowned and slowly lifted your head to look at him, bringing your hand from his shoulder to his chest. "Why would you w-want to dance with...a l-low ranking hero? I-I'm not even a hero I'm just..." a sigh escaped you.

"Just a...screw up," it was Shoto's turn to frown. You thought so little of yourself because of your ranking? If that were true, then why did you accept the invitation? He couldn't seem to come up with the answer, but you needed to see how important you truly were.

"Hm?" Uraraka lifted her head from Tenya's shoulder. "Hey is that Shoto and Y/n?" she asked with a pointed finger which caused Tenya to turn his head briefly. "Ah, I believe so," he replied, turning back to look at her.

Uraraka smiled and began to wave her hand, trying to catch Shoto's attention seeing as you had buried your face into his chest for the second time. Shoto immediately noticed the movement from the corner of his eye and tore his attention away from you momentarily.

He returned Uraraka's smile before once again looking at you, furrowing his brow. He then looked back at his friends before gently guiding the two of you over to them. Your face remained buried in his chest the whole while.

He brushed against Tenya before leaning over to whisper something into his ear. "That's quite an extensive request," Tenya replied as Uraraka looked at him with a confused expression, but then her eyes settled on you and a frown came to her face.

It wasn't that hard to tell something was wrong, but she assumed whatever Shoto had whispered to Tenya was going to solve the dilemma you were going through. "Huh?" she looked back when Tenya came to a stop and released his hold on her.

"However, it would be an honor to help you," he said to Shoto. "Iida, what's going on?" she questioned. "Please allow me a moment, I believe what I am about to announce will answer your question," he replied before raising one hand.

"Attention!" he exclaimed, his voice easily being heard over the music and causing your head to snap back up like it had moments prior. "What's going on!?" you questioned, looking at Shoto however his attention was focused on Tenya and you followed his gaze to the man in question.

"Please clear the dance floor, Shoto would like to perform a dance with his fellow hero Y/n!" under normal circumstances everyone would have remained where they were, but considering most of them respected Shoto they followed through with what he wanted.

You watched everyone begin to evacuate the dance floor and trembled yet again. Your face grew hot knowing there were now multiple sets of eyes on you, why would Shoto do this? Part of you was angry and quick to assume he was only doing this for one reason.

So everyone had a front-row seat to watch you screw something else up. However, your assumptions were proved wrong when Shoto leaned down and whispered, "You deserve to be in the spotlight too," into your ear causing your jaw to drop.

He then reached down to grab your hand which was still fisted into the front of his tux. "Follow my lead," he instructed, and though you didn't quite understand what he meant before you could even blink he took off running.

"Ah!" you couldn't help but holler as your feet desperately tried to keep up with him. "Shoto!" you cried out when you suddenly found yourself being twirled multiple times all while continuing to move around the dance floor.

Your vision was spinning by the time he wrapped one arm around your waist and the other around your legs, lifting you just enough to see the crowd and their eyes. The very same ones that were causing you anxiety just moments before.

They looked fascinated, intrigued even at this strange dance Shoto was performing with you. Another cry came when you felt him let go causing you to panic for a few seconds before he once again caught you. His arm still remained around your waist and the one he had used to wrap around your legs was now holding them apart.

It was a tad awkward to be facing sideways, especially as he proceeded to spin around as if he were a figure skater. But despite this and the fact that you were getting a little nauseous, a nervous chuckle left your mouth just seconds before he let go of your legs.

You instantly turned your body, grasping onto his shoulder which slightly cushioned the impact your feet had once they reached the floor again. Then Shoto resumed running, pulling you along with him as the two of you rounded the perimeter of the dance floor.

You found yourself laughing as he guided you into another spin, the two of you interlocking your hands and fingers as the world around you grew blurry. Yet, you could still hear the slightly distorted cheering and music that filled the air.

For a brief moment, you seemed to forget your troubles. Your anxiety was completely pulled from your mind and your stomach seemed to settle though you noticed an odd feeling of warmth growing from deep within. Was this what everyday heroes felt like?

Since becoming a hero, no one really cheered for you. No one ever said 'thanks for saving me' or 'you're my hero' to you. But now, they were cheering and maybe it was partly due to Shoto. Still, the feeling was intoxicating and you wouldn't mind if you got more of it.

You continued to follow Shoto, leaping and twirling around every inch of the empty space laid before you. When you reached the center, the rest of the dance floor was cast in darkness and the only source of light was the circle that illuminated yourself and Shoto.

Of course, you didn't have much time to question who was responsible for working the lights. But you swore you saw a few sparks in the distance beyond the dance floor which illuminated a certain blond headed-boy who was known for his electricity quirk.

Your lips parted, and you briefly wondered how many of your past classmates were in on this. "Whoa!" you cried out when Shoto grasped your hips causing your hands to naturally grab onto his shoulders as you were once again lifted into the air.

You looked at him in shock, though you didn't miss the fact that he was wearing a smile and the way he looked at you was as if he were witnessing a star in the making. But you didn't have much time to appreciate his gaze as you cast in total darkness for a few seconds.

He lowered you back onto your feet and you hissed as the dance floor suddenly lit up again. The crowd's clapping, whistling, and cheering grew louder. "Whoo! Go Shoto and Y/n!" Uraraka screamed as she continued to jump and down.

"That was quite an unusual but impressive dance routine," Tenya commented as he grasped his chin, ignoring the ringing in his ears due to the continued noise around him. You briefly glanced over the fellow heroes who seemed to now be looking at you with amazement.

"Heh..." your heart was still racing and that tinge of nerves still coursed through your body. Yet, despite this, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around Shoto. Embracing him in a hug, though his body stiffened at the contact.

You ignored this reaction and uttered a quiet, "Thank you," which made him look at you confused. But then a smile came to his face and his body seemed to relax once again. "You're welcome," he replied before returning the hug.

He'd have to remember to thank Tenya and whoever else happened to help him accomplish giving you the confidence you needed to believe in yourself because no matter how low or high the hero board claimed you to be, you would always be an incredible person to him.

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