#can someone throw a /that's rough buddy/ at me right about now

[witchersmistress]

Rainstorms and hate sex

if you think this i going to b sweet and cute, you are asking the wrong girl. im in a wicked mood today.. so here so something dark.. darker than my normal standards

*trigger warnings* Blood, violence, physical fighting between the characters, some gore. did i already mention blood, cause there is a lot of it. hints at something darker, but nothing specific.

I do not own August Walker or anything to do with th MI6 movies!

Permisson not given to copy my work or use pieces of it as your own, i will haunt you till the end of your days if you do something like that.

last chance.. im warning you now.. its going to be dark in here...

Ok fine, but dont say i didnt warn you!! enjoy

I’m almost to my car when I hear someone say my name. I don’t turn. I’m too fucking tired of this drama to deal with more tonight. Hitting the button to unlock the Escalade, I hurry toward it, ducking my head against the rain. “Baby girl.” I don’t stop until his strong hand wraps around my upper arm, pulling me to a halt. I squeeze my eyes closed for a second, then turn back. August stands over me, silhouetted by the security light in front of the house and the rain slanting down in the glow. Then he steps closer. There’s something different about him, an intensity shimmering off him, that has my pulse pounding. I squeeze my hand into a fist, comforted by the weight of the weapon on my knuckles. “Why are you running from me?” I don’t answer. There is no answer. I know I’ll never get away, but I can’t stop trying.

He moves so fast, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me in. Before I know what’s happening, his mouth crashes down on mine. I cry out against him. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth, a rough claiming with no warning. His big hands move up to cradle my head, and his lips crush mine so hard our teeth collide. I respond instinctively, eagerly, as if I’ve been waiting for this all my life. I open for him, submitting to him with a trembling relief that fills me with each possessive stroke of his tongue. Everything in my body ignites, my toes curling, my body swaying toward his, and heat licking between my thighs.

I grip his arms, never wanting to let go. I want him to throw me down and fuck every bit of damage out of me. I want to open my legs and get the relief that only opening my skin has given me. My eyes flutter closed, and for a minute, I’m washed away by the hunger in his kiss, his need, his desire. The cold rain sliding down our faces cools the feverish heat that rises to my skin at his touch. And then my brain catches up to my body, and I remember the cost of letting  sweep me away. I fight his grip, twisting and writhing until I wrench myself free. I shove backwards and swing before the lust has even cleared from his eyes. “How dare you?” I snarl at him. My rings crunch into his nose, and I feel something give. His eyelids flutter as he blinks rapidly, stumbling back a step.

“How dare you think you have the right to touch me?” I swing again, connecting with his mouth this time. The skin of his beautiful lips splits under my knuckles. I relish the sensation. I want him to hurt. “How dare you think you can kiss me?” This time, he ducks, grabbing my wrist. I go in with my left fist, sinking it into his ribs. He flinches, but he doesn’t release my right hand. He pried it open, wrenching the weapon from my hand and hurling it to the ground. It skitters across the wet pavement and slides to a stop against the curb. “How dare I kiss you?” he taunts. “You stuck my dick in your mouth not an hour ago.” “Don’t you ever touch me again,” I say, slamming my left fist into his cheek. “We are not on equal footing. You don’t get to question me. You don’t get to chase guys away from me and then go stick your dick in your fuck buddy. How fucking dare you think you can kiss me after that? That you can talk to me the way you talked to me in the hall at work?

That you have any say whatsoever in what I do with my life?” He just stands there holding my wrist, keeping me away as I writhe and kick at his shins. “I can talk to you any fucking way I want,” he snaps. “Because you’re still mine, Baby girl.” “Fuck you,” I scream, losing all control. “I’d rather you beat my face like you did Colt’s than ever kiss me again. So either do it, or let go of me and let me do it.” “Then do it,” he says. “Get it over with, because I’m sure as hell going to kiss you again.” His words lift me on a tide of pure, incinerating rage. He releases my hand, and I slam my fist into his face again. My knuckles slide against the blood, my blow muted by the swelling. I remember the way his blows sounded when he’d hit Colt so many times he wasn’t striking bone anymore.

I hit him again, and again, and again. Finally, tears and rain blur my vision, and I stumble back, trying to catch my breath, to get control. I don’t know how long I’ve been beating his face and neck and chest. His eyes are both blackening already, his eyebrow split and bleeding. Blood is pouring from his mouth and nose, down the front of his shirt, soaking it faster than the rain. I stare at him in horror, wondering where the hell I just was, if I became a monster like , out of my body, like someone else was acting in my place. Before I can say anything, he grabs me by the shoulders again and smashes his bloody mouth to mine. I cried out in shock, even though he warned me. When I twist my face away, he pulls back and grabs my necklace in his fist. “How dare you wear this fucking necklace and rub it in my face?” he growls, wrenching it from my neck. I stumble against him, but the clasp breaks, and he hurls the necklace across the road.

 “I know what that fucking means. It means you’re spreading your legs for a Darling boy, just like my sister It was bad enough seeing it around her neck, and now I have to pretend I don’t see it around yours?” “How dare you tell me who I can spread my legs for?” I scream at him. “You didn’t give me that choice last spring, did you?” “How dare you send me videos of you fucking the man you know I hate more than anyone in this world?” he snaps back. “And that’s saying a lot, because the list is real fucking long.

You want to see me lose my fucking mind, Baby girl? Send me one more picture of that motherfucker, and I swear, you won’t like what happens next.” “Why do you even care who I fuck?” I snap. “An hour ago, you admitted that no one would ever want to touch me again. And that list includes you. So don’t tell me I can’t find whatever semblance of comfort I’m capable of with the only person you’ve destroyed more completely than me.” He stares at me, his eyes burning with rage. “Take off his jacket,” he says, his voice low and deadly. “Fuck you,” say, stomping to the car. August steps in front of me just before I reach it, and I catch the look in his eyes. My heart stops. I dart to the other side, ducking past him, but he spins and catches me around the waist from behind. He turns and throws me backwards, and I land hard on the hood of the car. I roll up, but he hops onto the bumper and plows onto me, slamming me down on my back. “I said, take off his fucking jacket,” he growls. I feel the metal dent under our weight, but I don’t care about the fucking car.

For a minute, we wrestle wordlessly as he drags the jacket over my arm. At last, I manage to roll over, but he uses the motion to peel the jacket off me and wrench it off my other arm. He throws it into the grass and flips me back onto my back, straddling my hips. “I hate you,” I rage at him, swinging a hand. My palm smacks across his cheek so hard it stings. “You’re a sick, rotten bastard, and I can’t believe I ever let you touch me.” “I hate you, too, you fucking bitch.” He grabs my chin and squeezes, his fingers cutting into my cheeks until my mouth is forced open. He leans down over me, works his jaw, and spits a long stream of warm blood into my mouth. I’m so shocked I swallow before I can help myself. Then I slap him again, my palm connecting with his crimson-streaked cheek and peppering my arms with flecks of his blood. I spit, trying to clear my mouth of his blood, and it sprays over his cheeks. He blinks it away and pins my hands, leaning down again. I think he’s going to spit on me, but instead, he swipes his tongue up my face, leaving a wide, wet track of saliva up my cheek, replacing the blood and tears and rain.

“I’m not just going to kiss you, baby,” he says. “I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to like it.” “Then you better fucking kill me first,” I snarl at him. “Because that’s the only way your dick is ever going inside me again.” “That can be arranged,” he says, sitting back. He stared down at my stomach, where my shirt rode up when we were wrestling, and his eyes widened. He transfers my wrists to one hand, pulling them above my head, and toys with the little hoop through my belly button. “What is this?” “It’s a piercing,” I say. “Preston gave it to me. He did it himself. And I fucking love it.” August’s finger hooks through it, and he rips it out. A spike of pain drives straight from my navel through my body to the car. I can’t even draw a breath to scream. I can feel hot blood pooling on my skin where he tore it. And it feels so fucking good. Each heartbeat is a throb of pain, and that’s all I feel. The rage is gone, the hurt, the confusion. He leans down, pressing his broken mouth to mine. I kiss him back hard, punishing his swollen lips with mine. I hear him unbuckling his belt, and I reach down, shoving his pants down, needing him in a way I don’t understand, needing the pain to obliterate everything else that I don’t want to feel right now. He lowers himself onto me, and I can feel the same desire in him. His cock is hot and stiff against my belly, throbbing against the torn flesh of my navel.

“You want to tell me again that no man can want you?” he says, his voice rough against my mouth, his cock sliding in my blood. “What’s the point in fucking me?” I snap. “You can’t even finish when two girls are sucking your dick at once. You’re not a closer, August. You choke.” “Oh, I’m going to fucking finish this time,” he says, shoving my jeans down over my hips. “Trust me, baby. I’m going to cum so deep inside you that you can’t remember anything but the way my cock owns every inch of you, inside and out. You’re fucking mine, Baby girl. It never ends. You’re right about that.” The rain beats down harder, hammering against the metal around us, drowning out a chance at a reply. He lifts his hand to his mouth, spitting a pool of blood and saliva into his palm, and then sinks it between my thighs. His slick fingers open me, skillfully stroking my center, sending a rush of longing through me. “Then shut up and do it,” I yell at him over the sound of the rain on the car, the sound of the hood denting under us, the thunder rumbling and the trees howling in the wind. “Or are you so fucked up you can’t even cum for me anymore?” He buries a finger deep inside me, and I gasp and arch up, trying to open my legs, which are bound by my wet jeans. “Shut that pretty mouth or I’ll fuck it right this time,” he growls back at me, leaning down to press his warm mouth against my ear. “You don’t call the shots anymore.” He pulls back and watches me as his fingers slick into me quick and hard, his breath coming fast.

 Rain and his blood drips from his chin, and his eyes are alive and burning with lust. I’m shaking all over, my body hot and cold, thrilled and terrified, as if I’ve jumped from a plane with no parachute. This is how it ends. I need more, before it’s over. I can feel it cresting, something inside me, some monster roaring to erupt. A sheet of rain slams into his back, splattering over my face. He leans over me again, blood dripping from his mouth to mine. I yank his head down, lifting my face to his, sinking my teeth into his lower lip. His blood blooms across my tongue, thick and salty like cum. He shifts onto me again, wetting his cock in the blood pooling on my stomach before moving lower, smearing the thick head of it through my wetness. “Fuck me,” I breathe, my voice shaking. He thrusts up into me, and my blood turns to hot, shimmering electricity. A sound rises in me, climbing like the thunder rolling across the sky, a primal, animal scream that spirals up from my very soul. He pushes deeper, his thick, bloody cock stretching me and sending coils of pleasure spreading out through my body. When he fills my core, the raw, visceral sensation is too much. I can’t hold back, can’t bear to feel this good again, can’t contain it. It’s too real.

I open my mouth, and he presses his mouth down on mine, catching the sound that escapes, swallowing it. I can feel myself disappearing into him as I scream. Something shifts inside me, and the urgency fades, the way it did when I cut myself. I can feel the hood denting and rising with each thrust as he pumps into me, his cock slick with my blood, and his blood, and his spit, and my own wetness. His muscles are tight, shaking, and his mouth is on my cheek. His body is hard and hot on mine, but I feel it in a different way, a detached way. I know I made a mistake, that this is a mistake, but I can’t find the words that stop it, that reverse time and undo this terrible thing we’ve done.

This is August. The man who told his brothers they could have me, they could do whatever sick things they had wanted to do to me all along. He let them hurt me. He turned away when I begged for mercy. He made it known that his protection ended that day. I hate him. I want him dead. But I told him to do this. I opened my legs and invited the monster in, even after it ate my soul the last time. What is wrong with me? It’s okay, though. It won’t last forever. It’ll be over soon. It’s okay. I keep telling myself until it’s true. I’m not being hurt.

 I can hardly feel him moving inside me anymore, into the deepest places. There’s a vague pleasantness in it, like having a day off to do absolutely nothing. The heavy, wet air around us and the slick metal under my back fade away, replaced by luxurious, smooth sheets and a room with cold AC, the air dry and crisp and clean. I’m safe. I’m safe because this is all he wants, and he can’t take anything more. I know, because this has happened before. There’s nothing else to give. This is the end of the line, the last thing, and I’ve given it all up. Now I can relax and know that I don’t have to fight. I submit, give over everything, like I did in the loft with Preston. And it’s okay. “Baby girl.” His voice is sharp, cutting through the haze of my thoughts, the veil of safety protecting me. His fingers cut into my cheeks again, the pain jerking me back. My eyes fly open. I try not to move, to let this be okay, to let this be part of the submission. If I can submit to everything he’s done before, I can submit to pain. “Baby girl.” His voice is gentler now, but just as commanding. His grip on my chin loosens, but he doesn’t release me. He slides two fingers into my mouth, the ones that were inside me.

 They taste like pussy and blood, mine and his. “Stay with me, baby,” he says. “I’m right here. Look in my eyes. Don’t go away.” He starts to move inside me again, holding my chin so I can’t look away, his fingers on my tongue forcing my presence. I close my lips, taste our combined flavor, and heat pulses in my core. I can feel him inside me, so big, his cock straining against my walls, reclaiming the very depths of me, where it aches in my core. The dominating rhythm of his thrusts owns me, forces my response. God, it feels good, too good, oh god, I can’t— I pull back from it, but I don’t close my eyes. I’ll let him see that I’m there, the way I used to with Mav, where it was something satisfying but I wasn’t part of it. I’ll let him have me here while he cums, but I can’t join him. 

The last time— He yanks his hand back, and his palm cracks across my cheek. The shocking sting of it shoots straight down my body to the center of my being. I’m suddenly thrust into my body with such brutal, physical presence that it hurts. My core clamps down so hard he sucks in an audible breath, his fingers gripping the top of the hood as he responds with a vicious thrust. He grabs my hip with his other hand, pinning me there with a bruising grip as he grinds into me. He leans down, his eyes deep and commanding, blood darkening half his face. “Cum for me, my little slut.” He drives his cock so deep into me I almost choke. I cry out, trying to slip away, to get away, but he slaps me again, this time on the other cheek. And he’s inside me, taking me, delivering me, wrecking every inch of me. He pounds into me relentlessly, offering no respite, no escape.

His cock is bare and thick and slick, and it hurts, and it feels so fucking good I can’t bear it. And I want it all. I want him to consume me, to drown me, to possess me like the demon he is. “August,” I gasp, pushing at his shoulders, needing him off, I can’t bear it. “Cum,” he growls again, his powerful hips thrusting his cock into the center of my core, hitting somewhere inside me that’s so deep, so painful and raw that I can’t hold back. I cry out again, arching up, my body clamping down hard around him for a second time. This time, he’s the one who makes a choking sound, his cock throbbing thick inside me. The sensation sends me over the edge, and I can’t pull back in time. This thing that’s been fighting to get out, this monster inside me, erupts. I feel it tearing free, raging like the storm around us, the rain slamming against us, the trees tossing like agony in the wind. As it takes me over, I cry out August’s name, my nails biting into his skin, my body finally giving in, submitting to his dominance, his claim. I’m helpless to stop it.

 I am his.

 I cum. I’m crying and raging, I’m filled with hatred and helplessness and relief, and I’m still coming so hard I can’t stop myself. I don’t know what’s happening, why it won’t end. I think I’m saying something, but it’s swallowed by the storm, and he’s over me, watching me. His hot cum floods into me, spreading inside me like a virus that’s taken me over, racing through my bloodstream until he’s part of every breath, every cell of my being. Because I’m not just his. He is mine. When I finally start to come down, I’m shaking uncontrollably. I want to take it all back. It’s too much, and I can’t deal with it. Because the thing that just broke free inside me, that’s been howling and clawing and tearing me apart from within, fighting to escape, isn’t a monster. 

It’s me.

 August’s hands are on my face, cradling it gently even as his cock remains painfully deep inside me, and his lips skim mine, still slick with blood. When my eyes meet his, I see everything in him, his rage and regret, his darkness and brokenness, his destructiveness and vulnerability. For a second, I can’t breathe, can’t move or speak, too crushed by the weight of the burden he carries by his very existence to react. And then he speaks. “Thank you,” he whispers, his breath warm on my wet skin.

In that one breath, one heartbeat, the space between heartbeats where life is measured and decided, I’m weightless. I’m lost and I’m found, I’m destroyed and renewed, I’m insignificant and infinite. I am his, and I am free. And then I suck in a breath, and I’m here, with his blood in my mouth and my blood slick between our bodies, the metal under my back, the rain on my skin. My cunt flutters around him, the helpless spasms of orgasm still racing through me, shivering along my limbs and up through my head, making me dizzy with power and bliss.

August leans on his elbows, sinking his head down against my neck, his hot breath damp in the wet chill of the night. “Baby girl,” he says, his voice barely more than a breath. “Shhh.” We lay there for a long time, my body still clenched around him like a cramp. It takes a while for me to relax, for my heartbeat to return to normal. Headlights wash over us, but August just covers me with his body, hiding my face with his broad shoulders. The car honks and drives off, and that’s when reality really comes back. I push August up.

He slides out of me, and a rush of his hot cum slides out with his cock. I wince as I sit up, revisiting the familiar but almost-forgotten soreness that comes from an August Walker pounding. I slide off the hood and catch my balance on the side of the car, struggling to pull up my wet jeans. Tears stream down my face, and I’m grateful that the rain covers them. I can feel his warm cum sliding down my cold thighs like tears of shame. I didn’t think it was possible to hate myself any more than I already did, but somehow, August makes it possible.

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[observeowl]

Moonlight N.R

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: After being injected with a serum, R have a unique allergy that prevents her from going out at night

Natasha POV It was early morning when Fury brought in the new recruit. All training was postponed when we received the announcement. Fury told us she managed to escape Hydra during an airstrike and chaos but unfortunately, while escaping, she breathed in the vapour from the destroyed laboratory chemicals and ended up gaining power. While her power was not as strong as they intended it to be, she still suffers from the side effects of it. She was so close to escaping as a human being with some trauma from the kidnapping but now she has to suffer through the side effects as well.

"Right, everyone's here." Fury said when he walked in with the new recruit. She stood slightly behind Maria as she got introduced. "This is Y/N Y/L/N, she'll be starting in the lowest rank and hopefully become a full fledged member before dying."

"Nice meeting all of you." Y/N finally said when Fury and Maria left.

"Likewise. We only got your name and a little bit of yourself from Fury. Mind telling us about your abilities?" Steve asked. Everyone was equally curious about what she has in store for us.

She nodded before saying. "My power involves shadow manipulation." But obviously none of us got what she meant and tilted our head slightly.

"For example." She looked around before turning off one of the lights. "Try moving your legs." She nodded towards Steve.

I saw Steve trying to move his legs. He tried his hardest but he was only able to twist his torso and bend his knees. "I- I can't"

"That's because I used your shadow and got a hold of your legs." She explained. "But if it gets too bright then I wouldn't be able to use my power since no shadow would be formed."

"Nice of you to join us." Steve said and told her where her room would be located. After a rough tour, we went for the training that we we're supposed to attend.

Your POV Steve told us I was going to fight with all of them so everyone can get a feel of how I fight and so do I. In the end, I got posted with Sam as my buddy since my fighting style is more of assisting rather than aggressive. Especially since my hands are out of commission when I use my power. Steve, Thor and Natasha were the toughest to defeat, not only because they were better at hand to hand combat but when I did manage to strike a punch, my fist hurts like hell.

Apart from that, I also like knife throwing. It's just something satisfying that I am able to throw something with a strong enough force to kill someone.

"Y/N, the team is heading out for dinner, do you want to join us?" Steve asked after everyone had rested from the training session.

"I'll just stay behind, I'll order pizza or something." I declined his offer.

"Steve, you don't have to be so serious when asking someone to join the team event. But seriously, you don't want to join us? The whole team is going. If it's about cash, you don't have to worry about that. I got it covered." Tony said, pulling Steve slightly behind to speak.

"Thank you, but I'm really okay staying behind."

A couple weeks passed and things were going really well. It's similar to school if you think about it. The main bulk of 'studying' would be training and learning about how to improve my power, I do that with Wanda and Vision occasionally accompanying her. After that's done, I'm free to go anywhere or join the others. But I'm usually at my computer playing games.

Natasha has been coming to observe my sessions with Sam. She usually makes snarky remarks with Sam while I enjoy their bantering.

"Can I talk to you for a moment, Y/N?" Natasha said when my training with Sam ended. I nodded and walked towards her. Before I was able to take my water bottle, she had already unscrew the cap and passed it to me. I mumbled a small thanks before asking her what she wanted to talk about.

"Nothing much, just wanted to ask if you wanted to go have some dinner with me."

"Dinner?" I asked. She nodded her head in confirmation.

"Can we maybe have breakfast or lunch? I'm free tomorrow if you are." I didn't want to go for dinner but I feel bad if I just declined her straight away.

"S-sure. You're busy around dinner time?"

"Not really, I'm not a fan of going out at night."

"I'll see you for lunch, is that okay?" She questioned and I gave her the green light. After Natasha left the training room, I threw some knives to cool down from the fight I had with Sam before picking them out and heading to my room for a shower.

Natasha POV I finally plucked up my courage after consulting with Maria and she swerved out of it. But at least we get to have lunch together tomorrow. Why is it so hard to ask her out for dinner? Oh well, it gives me more time to prepare myself.

"So, how did it go?" Maria asked as she sat on the edge of my bed and waited for my answer. I only shook my head and sighed.

"She declined dinner but asked for lunch instead. I wasn't sure if she understood my intention." I flopped face first onto my bed. It went way different compared to what I imagined in my head.

"You still got yourself something in the end. If you're not sure if she understood your mind, just tell her before going. That way you'll have a nicer time during lunch if she agrees." Maria stated as she stood by the door ready to leave.

"But what if she rejects? It's going to be so awkward." I sat up properly and looked at Maria before she left.

"Then just don't go at all!" I should definitely get a second opinion, I'm not too sure the one I went for gave me good advice or a cookie cutter solution.

I didn't really sleep that night. I had a couple hours enough to function but I kept thinking about if I should tell Y/N how I feel about her before or after the meal. I didn't even notice that I was still laying in bed until Wanda came and asked me if I was going down for breakfast.

Y/N was already there eating her breakfast and gave me a small nod when I entered.

"Where should I wait for you for lunch later?" Y/N asked when the majority of the team left after eating.

"U-uh, I'll knock on your door."

"Someone got herself a date!" Wanda squealed since she was on dish duty today. I quickly shushed her and checked if Y/N was nearby to hear her.

"She doesn't seem to know it." I said dejectedly.

"Then it's your job to tell her." I groaned when I received the same advice as Maria gave me yesterday.

"I know, I got it. I still have a few hours so stop pestering me." I was already very nervous going into this and people rushing me is not helping. I've never done this before so all this is very foreign to me.

I went through in my head what I wanted to say to her but none of them seem right. I kept changing a few words here and there but it keeps getting worse. I didn't want to scare her off or make things awkward between us but it's so hard to strike a balance.

Time passed faster than I think it normally did and I found myself taking a few deep breaths before getting myself ready to knock on her door.

"Y/N?" I psyched myself into knocking and dealing with the consequences later.

"Give me a sec!" She shouted before opening the door. "Hi."

"Hey, you look great." I greeted. She was wearing the standard denim jeans and white tee but man was she looking gorgeous.

"Thanks, you too." I stood at her door and we stared at each other at her door, none of us made a move to do anything until Y/N cleared her throat.

"Uhh.." I scratched my head. "I just want to say that I was asking you out on a date if you don't mind. Or if not, we can just have a regular lunch. Or if you're really not feeling it, we can cancel this whole thing-"

I was cut off with Y/N stepping forward and holding my hand. I stepped aside so she was able to come out of her room. "I don't mind. Do you have anywhere you planned to go?"

"Uhh, I was planning to bring us to the cafe nearby, I heard it has good reviews. But if you'd rather go somewhere we can." I started rambling again.

"No it's alright. I like trying new things." She smiled and started dragging me to the elevator. She asked if we were walking or taking my car before pressing the button on the elevator for the garage.

Towards the end of the lunch date, I felt so relieved. I never thought it would go so well. It really shocked me when Y/N took my hand like it was the easiest thing to do. The lunch is going great so far and she was really kind with the waitress. We talked a lot about her life before she got kidnapped by Hydra and it seems like she's quite an active person with a good amount of friends. It begs the question, she was always declining invites from the team to head out for dinner so I thought she was uncomfortable eating outside but this proved me wrong.

"This may seem like a weird question but why do you always decide to stay in the compound when there's team dinner?" I watched as her expression turned solemn and placed down her fork and knew this was a sensitive topic for her. "I'm sorry. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." I quickly added.

She sighed and gave a small smile. "It's nothing really. Ever since I got the power, I kinda get allergic to the moonlight. Once the moon is out, it gets harder to breathe and I start to black out."

"I see. What a shame, the night view can be really fascinating." I called for the bill to be paid.

"Yeah, but it's an okay price to pay to stay alive."

We walked out of the café and were ready to go back to the compound when I saw the excited look on Y/n's face. "Do you want to go anywhere else? I'm free for the whole day."

"Can we go to the arcade? I haven't been there for a long time!" She asked excitedly.

"Yeah, we can go anywhere you want today." I looked at her like she's the best thing that happened to me because she is. She makes me look forward to each new day.

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Your POV Things were going great with Natasha. She was understanding about the hindrance of not being able to go out at night and made it up with spending the time outside in the morning or afternoon and just relaxing in the compound at night.

After a few dates with Natasha, she asked me to be my girlfriend and I said yes.

The team figured out about our relationship when they started realising that we started heading out more together, as compared to the usual preference of staying in the compound.

I tried introducing Natasha into joining me playing Call of Duty during our nights in and we can go up to 3 hours or more playing on the console. Sometimes I would be playing while Natasha was working on her reports.

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The dates I have been on with Natasha have been great. After learning about my interest in arcades, she made it her mission to bring me to different arcades around and find those that have unique games.

There was one machine that was really fascinating. It has cuffs that wrap around your wrists and ankles so it was able to detect movement and transfer it to the game. Most people use their all when playing but the trick was to use minimal movement because speed was not incorporated in the game. It's the same as playing on the console. Pressing it hard isn't going to make your player hit harder.

It was actually Maria who found the arcade and told Nat to bring me there. So that's where we are now. Maria decided to join us on this trip but told us she'll leave us alone for the date, she was just here to release some pent up energy at some racing game.

Someone was using the machine and we waited for our turn. It was a player vs player game so Nat took the other seat when it was our turn. Of course, Nat won the first match and I grumbled because she was good at everything. She always masters things really easily. We left the seat to queue again since there was a line waiting.

While waiting, Nat went to get us some drinks and snacks from the counter. Each round lasted about 7 minutes so there was still some time before it was our turn again.

Finally after waiting, we were finally the next people in line.

"Get out of the way. This is my spot." Someone pushed me aside and took the seat that I was going to sit on, causing the drinks on my hand to spill on the floor.

People around started murmuring, recognising the guy that was obnoxious. "Isn't that Lucas?" // "He's the number one on the game."

Without caring about the commotion, he swiped his card and started the game choosing the character he was famous for. Nat noticed I was standing instead of playing against her and stood up to check things out.

"Hey! It's not your turn. So why don't you queue up like the rest over there?" Nat dragged the guy out of his seat and dropped him to the floor.

He chuckled and stood up. "I don't think you get it. That seat over there is mine." Hearing this, Nat drew a punch and hit him in his jaw.

"And real life is mine." Nat glared at him until I pulled her away as we were gathering quite a crowd. I didn't want to cause trouble that I can avoid. I saw Maria standing amongst the crowd and plead for her to come and persuade Nat to get out of here. She didn't want to leave without putting him in his place and gave him one last kick in his shin before leaving.

"Why did you pull me out? He's a dick for doing that to you." Nat huffed when we dragged her out of the arcade.

"I know. It's okay. We can come another time when he's not here." I tried calming Nat down. "Come on, let's eat. I'm hungry. Maria, you coming?" She nodded and we proceeded to some ramen shop for lunch.

Third POV After lunch, it was time to head back and they walked towards Nat's car feeling very satisfied about the food. It even managed to stop Nat from rambling about how much he hated that guy from earlier and even suggested that Tony should buy over the game and ban him from playing ever.

"Why can't I sit in front?" Maria complained as we reached Nat's car.

"Because you're not my girlfriend. It's as simple as that." Nat said as she unlocked the car.

"Agent Romanoff?" They heard a female voice and footsteps approaching, causing them to turn their heads and see that Dorothy was waving at them.

"Heading back to the compound?" She asked.

"Yeah that's right."

"That's great! Can you give me a ride? I need to head to SHIELD."

Nat looked unsure as she knows that Dorothy has a crush on her and she didn't want to make Y/N uncomfortable. "I don't know about that. I need to send Y/N and Maria back to the compound." She politely declined.

From the back, Maria could see the same face Y/N made when she was at the arcade. The face of being wronged and as if her jaw lost its muscle as she was unable to keep her smile up. "Nat, it's alright. We can give her a ride." Maria stepped forward and placed a hand on Dorothy's shoulder.

"Thanks. I like to sit in the front so I don't get carsick." Without a care in the world, she pushed Y/N out of the way and got in the passenger seat happily going to buckle herself in until a hand reached forward to help her.

"What a coincidence, I love to sit in front too." Maria smirked at her as she buckled her in. Dorothy turned and looked at the back to see Natasha holding Y/N all cozy in the back. Nat gave her a cocky smile and said.

"I hope you don't get carsick. Or you'll see the bill getting deducted from your pay."

After Maria dropped Nat and Y/N at the compound, Dorothy miraculously decided that she had somewhere else to be at and left as soon as the car was parked in the garage.

"Thanks Maria." Y/N said as soon as the back of the lady was gone.

"It's not a problem Y/N. She needs to learn her place."

"Y/N." Nat held her hand and took her attention. "I have a surprise for you but I need to set it up in your room." She softly explained.

"Do you mind if you stay in my room until it's done? I've already moved the console to mine so you can hang there until I'm done?"

Y/N chuckled and nodded her head. "How long do you think you're going to take?" She whined when Nat dropped her off at her room.

"Two hours tops. But to see the actual surprise is still going to be a long time."

"Kiss." Y/N pucked her lips and requested for having to be alone for such a long time. Nat cupped her cheeks and compiled giving her a kiss until oxygen became a problem.

"I'll try to be quick."

With that, Nat retreated into Y/N's room and locked the door making sure no one could enter.

Y/N on the other hand, quickly grew bored of playing COD while waiting for the surprise to be revealed. She had played a few rounds of warzone but she couldn't concentrate as she kept thinking about what Nat was doing that would require her to take this long in her room.

Finally giving up on waiting, she went knocking on her door asking if Natasha was nearly finished. She was done with what she needed to do but she told Y/N could wait by the door as she was almost done. She just needed to do a bit of tinkering and adjusting to make everything right.

When Nat was done, she went to open the door not knowing Y/N was placing her forehead on the door. Y/N fell forward not expecting the sudden movement and failed to balance herself.

"Woah." Nat caught her before she fell face first to the floor.

"S-sorry." She steadied herself as Nat put her on her feet.

"It's alright. I like that you're falling for me." She teased. "Right. The surprise is ready but we have to wait until it's night to show you." She pulled Y/N to her bed and cuddled together while watching a movie to pass time.

"What did you do to my room?" Y/N looked around but was unable to see anything amiss. Nat had her lips sealed and refused to give anything away.

"Just be patient sweetheart."

---

Finally, after some nap and dinner, Nat was ready to reveal what she had done. Y/N sat on her bed as instructed and looked at Nat as she began connecting something to the projector. The curtain in her room was shut to prevent the moonlight from shining in.

"Okay, got it." Nat said and took a remote Y/N has never seen before. "I enlisted the help of Tony and Peter for this." She pressed a button on the remote and the projector displayed something against the curtain causing the lady to turn away and close her eyes.

"Hey hey, it's okay. It's not real, it's not going to do any harm to you. You can open your eyes." Nat reassured her girlfriend. Slowly, she peeled open her eyes and took in her surroundings. On the curtain, where the projector was shining was the scene of the night sky. The streets with the lights on and how the lights on the building showed the outline. Most importantly, she was able to see the moon hanging in the sky.

"Y/N..." The redhead was afraid that she did something wrong as she saw the tears streaming down on her face. Y/N lunged forward and tackled Nat into a hug.

"Thank you so much." Knowing that everything was alright, Nat ran her hand on Y/N's back to calm her down. "You have no idea who much this means to me."

"I'm not done yet." She revealed. Repositioning themselves so they were in a more comfortable position, Nat pressed another button to show another view. "This is the view from the top of the compound, earlier is the one right outside your window. Everything is happening in real time. I had Tony build it and Peter to install it on the wall of the compound."

"Nat... this is just perfect."

"Now you can enjoy the night view without any side effects."

#natasha x y/n #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x you #blackwidow x reader #black widow #moonlight #my writing

[alexanderlightweight]

Lydia-John prompter here! No problemo, as Marie Kendo says if it don't spark joy - toss it! (Closs enough right?) However if it does spark joy, can I request Alec giving a final warning to siblings that he won't protect/take responsibility for them anymore - and then following through! Either that or Alec giving second-in-charge authority over Jace/Izzy decisions because he recognises he isn't objective?

here we go! i hope you enjoy it ^_^

it did spark joy and that was a sweet way to ask lol ty

lumine

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“I can't believe the clave did this, Alec. But I'll fix it. I'll talk to grandmother-"

“What are you talking about, Jace?” Alec asks, confused as to why Jace has barged into his office, pacing and looking as pissed as he does when someone shows a hint of interest in Clary.

“The clave, they sent you someone else. It should be me as your second, so I’ll talk to my grandmother.”

“Actually, I requested Mirai. Imogen’s opinion is no longer being taken into consideration, as she tried to promote a shadowhunter above his rank solely based on blood ties. There were several options for me, Jace. You, however, weren’t one of them and neither was Izzy. Izzy went science and you went fighting, we all started on separate paths long ago Jace, we knew this was coming.”

“I thought I’d still be your second! You could make that happen and we could have each other’s back.”

“I need someone who has my back and has other people to have her back. Because I won’t be able to pay attention and protect my second.  Which means you definitely can’t have the position, as you’ve gotten careless the last few years. And now, after all this running around with Clary, you think you’re ready to the be the second of the Institute?”

“What if she has in it for Clary?”

“Not everything is about Clary. Not everything is about you. Be done Jace, go tell Izzy that this is my final decision and Idris has agreed. Even if Imogen were being listened to, they wouldn’t change this, and I wouldn’t want them to.”

“I’m disappointed in you, buddy.” Jace says as he leaves the door and Alec lets him leave with a sigh and an eyeroll.

“Yeah, me too.” He mutters, because if he were any less exhausted, he would have dealt with this days ago instead of accidentally avoiding it and letting it fester until Jace exploded.  Which isn’t Alec’s fault, but he knows he could have dealt with it sooner at least.

He texts Magnus, because he wants the comfort of his partner even if it’s just over the phone and then a portaling is ripping open and Magnus is gracefully sliding into Alec’s lap, hands curling into Alec’s hair like it was made to be touched by Magnus’ fingers.

“A rough day?” Magnus croons and Alec sighs and leans every bit of him that he can get against Magnus.

“Uh-huh.” He sighs out, exhausted and aching to be back home with Magnus, “Jace found out about Mirai Lakecastle.”

Magnus makes a sympathetic noise and his hands scratch Alec’s scalp in a delicious way that makes him want to melt.

“How tedious, did he bother you beloved?”

Alec pouts, because Magnus makes it sound so banal, yet he knows that’s just because Magnus considers Jace’s opinions to be of so little value.

“Yes—” he finally admits, because he’s learning not to hide these things from Magnus. “It was like he was channeling my mother, on a bad day. Reminding me of what a disappointment I am, especially for putting myself first.”

“You’re the leader of an entire Institute.” Magnus reminds him soothingly, voice dry, “you need a second you can trust and one that will listen to you and have your back. Who can be trusted and trust others and who will be loyal. Not a brother who throws himself into danger under the assumption that he remains under your protection. You’re helping him to grow up, satang. Now, you have at least half an hour. Enough time for a twenty-minute nap, hmm? For me?”

Alec smiles in tired exasperation and nuzzles Magnus face and then slumps into him,

—

Magnus pets Alexander’s hair and rubs the tight tendons of his boy’s neck soothingly as he eases him to sleep.

He had meant to lure Alexander to rest in his lap on Alexander’s sofa, however it seems that his boy is too exhausted to even move and he whuffles gentle, mouth open against Magnus’ neck.  Magnus uses magic to ease his position into something more comfortable. Alexander’s thighs are deliciously muscled, but they lack the necessary padding for Magnus to perch on them for any length of times without his own thighs going numb.

Magnus uses the gift of magic to ensure this is never a problem, for him or for Alexander.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #malec #shadowhunters au #my fanfics #my fics #my ficlets

[noxexistant]

Jack muttering" take me instead your not touching him."

Specs pulling splasher away to gently soothe him. And jack desperately yelling no scrambling in their direction.

Blink and skittery holding him. "Shhh Jackie we gotcha. Yer allright now. We aint gonna letcha go there again."

Jack not recognizing them crying silentky thinking he failed and his friends hearts breaking just holding him till he falls into a fitful sleep and eventually they do too though not before looking at each other desperately for way too long wondering what they can do

(based on this)

Jack’s pulled from sleep by a little hand shaking his shoulder. It’s gentle and tentative, accompanied by the sniffling of a kid about to burst into tears - and suddenly Jack is wide awake.

“Shh,” he hisses immediately, a knee-jerk reaction, as he hauls himself upright in his bunk and then over the side, bare feet hitting the floor silently but hard enough to make his shins sing. He always sleeps in a top bunk if there’s one going, there ain’t as many rats that can get up there, but that means if there’s a kid shaking him they must be stood on the lower bunk, which means they might wake those kids up, which means more noise and more trouble.

Sure enough, the kid - Splasher, Splasher - has his bare feet planted on the bunk below Jack, a mattress occupied by a sleeping body. He’s got one hand gripping Jack’s bunk to keep balance while the other - the one he’d used to wake Jack up - is wiping clumsily at the tears streaming down his face.

“Jack,” he whines.

“S’okay,” Jack whispers, scooping Splasher up under the arms and lifting him down to the ground, glancing cautiously to see if the body in the bunk is stirring but panicking too hard to really look. He then crouches in front of the kid, still holding him by either side of his ribs to keep him close and still. “S’okay. Alright? Calm down. You gotta calm down. You gotta be quiet.”

Splasher hiccups. It’s deafeningly loud to Jack’s ears, and he feels himself start to panic because the kid is starting to cry. His face screws up and he huddles closer to Jack, his one hand gripping tight at Jack’s shirt.

“Jack—“ he repeats, a sob this time.

“Shh!” Jack hisses again, maybe a little sharper than he’d meant to, but he doesn’t need any listening guards to hear his name and know it’s him. There could even be listening kids, the types who’ll snitch and tell the guards Jack was up making noise hours past lights out just to get him beat or at most get themselves an extra piece of bread next week, but that’s his second priority. His first is the kid, and getting the kid to be quiet.

“You gotta stop. You gotta stop, buddy - quiet, okay? Just—just—‘s’okay, just…”

His mind is blank. Splasher is sobbing, the loud crying of a kid that don’t know what’s coming, and Jack can’t let him find out. He can’t, he can’t, the kid’s only tiny, and he’s already crying, he’s shaking like he’s scared - and suddenly his eyes, all huge and full of tears, go behind Jack like there’s someone there, and Jack immediately knows there is. His stomach drops like a stone, like his chest caved in and fell there and left the space around his pounding heart chillingly empty, and he could throw up. He’s scared. But he ain’t scared, ‘cause Splasher’s scared, and he’ll take any beating like it don’t hurt at all to make sure a kid stays safe.

He wrenches Splasher behind him rough enough to make the kid shriek, and spins with the knowledge that maybe the first hit won’t hurt so bad if he acts like he was gunning for it.

“Was me!” he says, and it’s only then that he realises he’s breathless. He forces himself to keep speaking regardless, throat feeling like it’s closing. “Was me, I woke ‘im up, ‘s’my fault, please—“

Please don’t hurt him. Please don’t hurt him. Lord, Splasher ain’t even running, he’s still stood stock still right where Jack shoved him to, even though there’s someone coming right at him now—

“No!” Jack screams, as the person reaches out for Splasher and grabs him, and Splasher goes willingly, like he trusts the monster. He don’t know what’s coming. They ain’t being rough, they’re leading him away careful but firm with hands on his shoulders, but that gentleness don’t mean much. Often enough it means it’s gonna be worse, but there’s hands grabbing Jack too when he tries to go for Splasher. Arms winding around him to hold him back, even as he kicks and wrenches and fights.

“No!” he shouts again, desperate as Splasher gets further and further away. “He didn’t do nothin’! Don’t, don’t! You ain’t touchin’ him, take me, take—‘s’my fault—You ain’t fuckin’ hurtin’ him, please!”

Jack is pulled back helplessly into the chest behind him - smaller than any guard he’s ever seen before - and suddenly he’s sinking to the floor, knees buckling, entirely unable to get air into his lungs. They’re burning, searing, as hot as the burning in his eyes, and his ears are roaring like there’s a fire too. He can’t hear nothing, can’t feel nothing, can only see Splasher being dragged away - he was trusting Jack, he woke Jack up, he wanted Jack to protect him but Jack couldn’t even do that. He failed, the kid’s never gonna trust him again, never gonna trust no one again just like Jack can’t.

“Please,” he sobs. “I gotta—he’s jus’ a kid—‘s’my fault—“

He wrenches again against the hold on him, barely a useless little jerk against those arms bound way too tender around his waist and chest, wrapped around him like a hug, and maybe he’s insane but finally he can’t help but melt. Exhaustion and failure crash over him like a wave to finally drown him, and he’s left adrift, sobbing like a kid. Sobbing like Splasher did.

Blink feels like he can’t breathe either. There’s something visceral about watching Jack writhing and wheezing like this, something that makes his brain feel like maybe there really ain’t any air in the room, even though he’s talking so there must be. He don’t think Jack is hearing a word of it, but it’s worth it just to say it. To not feel quite as helpless as they is.

“Yer alright. Yer alright, Jackie, it ain’t real. You ain’t there. Jus’ a nightmare, fella. Splash ‘s’fine, he’s wit’ Specs, he’s safe. You’re fine.”

“He ain’t fine,” Skittery scoffs, venomous, almost as breathless as Jack is.

He’s still holding him tight, even though Jack ain’t fighting anymore. It looks more like a hug now, just holding instead of restraining, and Skittery’d probably sooner die than admit it but Blink supposes that’s probably what it is. Jack is all boneless, just crying, and Skittery’s holding him like he’s trying to hold him together.

“You’re here,” Skittery tells Jack, spoken into the wild sweaty mop of Jack’s hair. “You’re at home, Jack. You’re alright now. You’re safe. Alright?”

Jack definitely ain’t listening. His eyes are still all distant and glazed over, but his eyelids are drooping like maybe he might fall asleep again, like maybe the fear’s already crashed, and on nights like this, that’s often more than they can ask for.

“Get him back in bed,” Blink murmurs softly to Skittery. “C’mon. We can get ‘im up together.”

They do. They haul him into Blink’s bunk behind them, underneath Jack’s, and crawl in with him while fiercely ignoring the eyes all watching them, startled awake by the commotion and Jack’s hollering. Crutchie’s watching from the next bunk over, but Blink can’t stomach looking at him - though not much less than he can stomach looking at Skittery where he’s on Jack’s other side, curling himself around Jack’s back. Skittery looks sick, maybe as sick as Blink feels.

Blink settles himself against Jack’s front and pulls his face to his chest, wincing at the burn of his tears and the clammy feel of his skin.

“Yer alright,” Blink tells him, quiet. “We got you, Jack. We ain’t lettin’ you go back there.”

Jack’s passed out a second later. He’s out cold, dead asleep like he got knocked on the head, and Blink don’t doubt for a second he’ll wake up in the morning still exhausted and without a damn clue what happened, like he always does when he has turns like this.

Blink and Skittery’ll remember, though. Just like they’ll remember every second they spent staring at each other over the top of Jack’s head, through sweat-damp strands of his dark hair, until they both finally manage to pass out too.

(And, true to form, Jack doesn’t remember a damn thing in the morning. He don’t even know which way’s up. He looks like shit and can hardly walk straight, stumbling with bleary, half-glazed eyes right out of Blink’s bunk a full hour before the bell’s rung. But he won’t settle - not until Blink gets up too and guides him over to where Splasher is tucked with Specs in his bunk, cosy and fast asleep and entirely unharmed.

“Think I musta had a rough dream last night,” Jack mumbles. Blink doesn’t correct him.)

#newsies #jack kelly #splasher newsies #kid blink #skittery newsies #splasher #skittery #my writing #answered #anonymous #cw abuse

[starsofmilos]

Soft (Adrian Chase x reader)

request: Hi! You write my favorite Vigilante smut fics. Can I request something with soft dom Adrian? Like the reader had a bad day or messed up and feels guilty and they’re urging Adrian to be rough like he usually is but he’s like ‘I know that’s not what you need what right now’ and fucks them slowly and lovingly and takes care of them while being in control. I hope that made sense, I really love your writing for him. 

AHH I love this!!

Masterlist

Warnings: soft dom Adrian, oral (fem receiving), p in v, soft sex, slight overstimulation, after care to the extreme, cursing, mentions of violence, body worship, mentions of insecurities

Today had been a rough day. 

Everyone has bad days, but today had been a day where you weren’t even sure if seeing Adrian would make you feel better. You knew though that you needed him.

The day started off like usual. You woke up gave Adrian a goodbye kiss and headed off to work. Only to forget your wallet at home.

No big deal. You had some cash on you to last you for the day. Just for it to fall out of your pocket at some point leaving you penniless for lunch.

So you were hungry and stressed to reach the deadline your boss had decided to throw on you. 

Right as you were about to finish the power in the entire building went out making you lose your progress. 

Because you didn’t reach your deadline, your boss decided to yell and humiliate you in front of all your coworkers. He called you useless and pretty much told the whole office how you were lazy. 

What struck a nerve was him saying you were a hopeless mess and that he hopes someone finds you attractive enough since you don’t have the smarts or the looks.

Needless to say today was a rough day. You felt like crap mentally and you were ready to have Adrian tire you out. As bad as it was, you wanted him to break you in bed.

Adrian had been humming a small tune while washing the dishes when you came home. You didn’t hesitate to make a beeline straight for him.

He jumped feeling arms wrap around his waist before relaxing grinning once he realized it was you.

“Hello to you too.” You stood silent rubbing your nose against his back. “You okay there buddy?

Adrian turned around chuckling a bit as you groaned before nuzzling your face deep in his chest. He grew worried though when you still didn’t say anything. 

“Hey are you actually okay?” You shook your head sniffling a bit.

“Yeah sorry..I just missed you is all.” Adrian brushed your hair our of your face kissing the top of your head softly.

“You sure that’s all of it?” You nodded kissing him softly. 

“Yeah I’m sure..just hold me for a bit please?” Adrian nodded turning the sink off gently guiding you to the bedroom. You curled into him sighing in content. 

He smiled feeling his chest swell with pride that you felt safe around him. You considered him your safe space. Just like how he considered you his.

“I had a really shitty day..I’m sorry I know you were washing dishes-” Adrian kissed you to silence you.

“Shut up. Nothing is more important to me than you. Those stupid dishes can wait.” 

You kissed Adrian again more deeply this time. Adrian cradled your face moving to lay on top of you. He kept kissing you grinning when you’d whine anytime he pulled away.

“Stop pulling away..Just kiss me please.” Adrian kissed the corner of your mouth teasing you. You thrusted your hips up whining as he groaned against you. 

“What do you need? Tell me?..”

“I need you to help me forget the day. Use me Adrian please? Just fuck me.”

Adrian pulled away a bit worriedly. “Hey you okay?”

“You asked me that earlier I’m fine. I just was embarrassed at work and had a really really bad day and it was my fault most of the stuff happened. I failed today so I just wanna be fucked to sleep to forget about all of it.”

Adrian sighed shaking his head. “Yeah I’m not gonna do that.”

You whined growing teary eyed, “Is it me-”

“No it’s not you. I’m not gonna fuck you just so you fall asleep. I can see that’s not what you need right now.”

“But I do please? Just bend me over and roughly fuck me deeply.” Adrian shook his head with a smile kissing you once more.

“I know that’s not gonna make you feel better. If I’m as rough as I usually am you’re gonna end up feeling worse. My girl doesn’t feel the best about herself right now huh?”

“I don’t..I feel bad..about everything..I just feel like a failure and I feel ugly. My boss said I was ugly and dumb in front of everyone and I shouldn’t let what he said get to me but it did..”

“You are far from a failure though. You’re my everything..You’re beautiful and smart. I may not be good with people and their emotions, but I try for you. You make me wanna try to understand better.” He smiled kissing you again.

“And as for your boss. I will make sure to pay him a visit later.”

You smiled a bit feeling slightly better. “You don’t have to do that Adrian he was kinda right-”

“No he was not. Nothing he said about you was true. I won’t let you believe that useless trash for a second.” You grinned widely kissing him once more.

“There’s that smile..I was hoping I wouldn’t have to pull out my minions impression to get you to smile.”

You chuckled before asking Adrian, “So you won’t fuck me?”

“No I’m not gonna fuck you, but I will make you feel really really good if you’ll let me?”

“I will...” 

Adrian hummed sitting up to help you remove your clothes. “Let me see you.” 

You grew flustered as he stared down at you. “Wow..You’re fucking hot.”

“Adrian!”

“You are! Fuck me everything about you is hot. Your tits and ass god..I fucking love to eat you out. If you’d let me I’d do it all day.”

You rolled your eyes as he grinned kissing you again moving down to your shoulders. You moaned as he nipped your collarbone leaving his marks.

“I have to hide those for work-”

“You hide these I’m just gonna make more.” Before you could protest, Adrian wrapped his lips around one of your nipples.

Whimpering you gripped his head as he pulled away softly blowing air on it before moving to the other one. 

“So pretty..Such a fucking pretty girl..and all mine.” 

“Yours..”

“Yeah all mine. I fucking hate that you were sad..I hate whatever made you sad..Someone as nice and good as you doesn’t deserve to feel crappy.”

You gasped as he kissed a line down your stomach massaging your hips gently. “Will you let me make you feel good?” 

You nodded wordlessly. Adrian kissed your thighs shaking his head. “You know I need words.”

“Yes please..” Adrian grinned throwing a leg over his shoulder. He nipped your inner thigh playfully before gently licking your slit.

“Fuck me taste so good..I’m so lucky..” He moaned using his tongue to scoop more of your juices in his mouth. You moaned thrusting in his face. 

Adrian gently held you down shaking his head. “No baby..Let me make you feel good..Gotta be patient.”

You thrashed a bit as he sucked your clit in his mouth happily slurping. More of your juices leaked out dripping onto your thighs and the sheets.

“Look how wet you are...” He ran his fingers through your folds sitting up to kiss you again. He was being gentle and slow.

He moved back down eating you out slow but sloppily. You thrusted against his mouth feeling overwhelmed. You wanted more but were also feeling good.

“Adrian..” You whined grasping his hair. He smiled sucking your clit using his fingers to tease your entrance. You cried out as he pushed two in thrusting them at a leisurely pace.

“I’m gonna..”

He pulled for a second panting heavily. “Cum. Cum for me Y/N..”

You thrashed a bit cumming in his eagerly awaiting mouth. Panting you laid there feeling messy crying out when Adrian continued lapping at you.

Adrian groaned removing his fingers to lick you clean. He sat up sucking on his fingers smiling as you stared at him teary eyed. 

You reached your hands out for him smiling. “Kiss me please?” 

“Anything you want..” He kissed you before beginning to remove his clothes. You helped him undress laughing as he yelped when you poked his ribs. 

“Behave.” You grinned kissing his chest once he was fully undressed. Adrian wrapped his arms around you turning you around so your back was to his chest.

His hands massaged your arms tensing up as you ground against him. Adrian moaned feeling his cock throb when your ass brushed against him. He moved his hand down groping your chest while using his other to move between your legs.

“Adrian..” You began to pant again as he kissed your neck humming. “I thought we were gonna..”

“We are be patient Y/N..I’m gonna take good care of you, but I gotta make sure your sweet pussy can take me. I’m gonna stretch you out first.”

You moaned this time as he slipped two fingers in again using the palm of his hand to rub your clit. 

“Feel good?” You nodded as Adrian laughed.

“Aww...can’t speak?” You whined as he thrusted his fingers in scissoring them. 

“Adrian..I’m sensitive still from..from..Oh fuck!!” He nipped your neck sucking small marks.

“I think you’re stretched enough now huh?” 

“Yes! yes I am!! Please! Oh fuck fuck! I’m gonna cum again..”

“So fucking pretty..Every time you cum it’s like watching a movie..but..I’m gonna need you to do me a favor..”

He slowed down chuckling a bit as you whined. “I’m sorry I need you to tell me you’re beautiful.”

“Adrian!”

“You said you felt ugly and you are not..You’re fucking breathtaking and I consider myself so incredibly lucky I got you to agree to be with me. So say it.”

“I’m-I’m...”

“You can say it Y/N..come on now..”

“I’m beautiful.” Adrian grinned resuming his pace. 

“Again.”

“I’m beautiful. I’m so beautiful..” You cried out as you came against his hand. Adrian hummed having you ride it out slowly before laying you gently.

“Please please..Adrian fuck me! Please..I want you please..”

Adrian nodded quickly reassuring you. “I am going to fuck you Y/N..Gonna make my girl feel so good..”

You gasped as his tip pushed against your entrance. Adrian cried out as he pushed himself in all the way. You grabbed his hand needing to feel him. 

Adrian nodded gripping your hand back tightly. “I got you..I have you..” It felt like your first time all over again.

He slowly began to move moaning out as you wrapped your legs around him. You kissed his neck leaving small marks of your own as Adrian thrusted slow but deep inside of you.

“So good..Fuck feel so good..” 

“I feel good..” You whimpered out feeling the base of his cock grind against your clit. Adrian grinned at your words.

“This is what I wanted..I wanted to make you feel g-good..” He whimpered hiding his face in your neck.

“Say it again.” Your eyes grew teary as he kissed your neck before moving to your lips. 

“Say you’re beautiful for me..cause you are..”

“I..I can’t..” 

“Yes you can..God you’re so fucking beautiful Y/N..come on you can do it.”

“I’m beautiful..” Adrian smiled as you cried out once he hit a certain spot.

“There we go..Again..”

“I’m beautiful! Fuck!! Right there!!”

“Keep going..” He sped up a slight bit panting as he stared into your eyes. 

“I’m beautiful Adrian..I’m pretty and beautiful.” You moaned feeling tears fall from eyes. Adrian grinned kissing them away.

“My fucking girl. This beautiful girl is all fucking mine..” You nodded feeling your releasing coming.

“I’m close again..” Adrian nodded, “I am too.”

You both moaned out together gripping his hand tighter. Adrian kissed you deeply pushing his tongue in. 

“FUCK!” You pulled away throwing your head back as he hit that spot directly. His cock began to unknowingly abuse it. You whimpered muttering to yourself.

Adrian panted softly turning your head to look at him. “Say it one last time and cum for me Y/N..”

“Adrian!” You moaned his name feeling overwhelmed. The sound of his hips snapping against yours brought you closer.

“Come on pretty girl one more time..”

“I’m beautiful! I’m so fucking beautiful!!” Adrian moaned as you came around him. He hid his face in your neck praising you.

“Did such a good job. Fuck my girl is so good. I got you..I promise I will always have your back.”

You nodded kissing him as he came deep inside of you. Adrian and you both shook feeling overwhelmed. He gently pulled out of you kissing you once more moving all over your face.

“So pretty..thank you Y/N..Thank you..”

“Thank you Adrian..Thank you..” You smiled feeling content. Adrian pulled away helping you sit up. He groaned a bit seeing his cum leak out of your cunt.

“Did I take care of you?”

“Yeah you did...it felt really good Adrian..” He nodded kissing your forehead.

“I’ll always take care of you in whatever you need.” You laughed as he jabbed your ribs. Adrian grabbed you a glass of water making you drink half of it before carrying you off to the restroom. 

He waited for you to do your ‘business’ before entering again. You grinned sleepily as he turned the bath on pulling out your favorite bath salts. 

“I was thinking lavender.” You nodded kissing his cheek. Adrian set the bath tub up settling you in before moving behind you. You hummed as he scrubbed your clean letting you rest against him.

Adrian grinned seeing you begin to doze off. “Hey come on let’s rinse you off and get you to bed.” 

“No..I wanna scrub you too..You deserve to be taken care of too Adrian..” He laughed a bit as you gave him a tired determined look.

“Be my guest.” You nodded scrubbing half of his body before slowing down laying your head back down against him. Adrian chuckled rinsing you both off before taking you to the bedroom.

You sleepily kissed his forehead as he helped you step into your underwear. Wanting to help him too, you grabbed his boxers for him. Adrian took them putting them on thanking you.

“I love you..” He grinned hearing your sleepily proclamation. 

“I love you too..” Adrian nuzzled your face while slipping his shirt on you. You yawned as he settled you into bed. He didn’t even have to pull you to him. The second he got into bed you immediately crawled to him.

“I’m cold..” 

“I got you..I always do..” You smiled happily.

“Can we get pizza later?..I haven’t eaten much today..” 

“Why didn’t you say so sooner? I’ll order it right now so it’ll come when we awake from our nap.” 

“You’re the best. My boyfriend is the best.”

“That’s how I feel about you...” He whispered smirking softly as you fell asleep against him. 

#adrian chase #fanfiction #adrian chase x reader #vigilante fanfiction #adrian chase x you #vigilante x reader #vigilante peacemaker #peacemaker #fanfic #adrian chase peacemaker #adrian chase smut

[monsterrae1]

One Line, Any Fic

I was tagged by @katries while i was away and I'm finally getting around to do it!

Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people

You're not my homeland anymore (so who am i defending now)

[AO3]

“I don’t think that’s fair, going out with someone else while I’m clearly still in love with Eddie”

Tis the damn season [AO3]

“You deserve someone who can hold you every night, and watch you burn toast each morning” Buck smiled “I want it to be me, I do, but all I’ve ever known is here in Texas, it’s not easy to leave it all behind”

Don't let go now (somebody is lying) [AO3]

Which brought him to last week, when Eddie nearly died in the well and he completely lost it in front of everyone, and even worse, made the national news, again, while screaming Eddie’s name and throwing himself at the mud, devasted and heartbroken, refusing to accept that he was gone.

Eddie Diaz discovers the secrets of the universe [AO3]

Had he been healed at all? Or had all the hurt just lingered?

The 118 Protection Program [AO3]

“You don’t have to thank me for that, I don’t mind” He shrugged, Buck smiled shyly “It was a travesty that you hadn’t seen Back to the Future, man” Buck chuckled, and Eddie felt a warmth expand through his chest at the sound, feeling proud that he could get Buck to laugh after his rough nights, part of him never wanted to stop listening to Buck laugh, but that was too dangerous of a thought and he was quick to shoot it down.

Just between us (did the love affair maim you too?) [AO3]

A son. Eddie had a son, and probably a wife, he had a life outside of the fire station, he had a family, Buck had been a fool for thinking the universe would give him Eddie back.

What we had (sad, beautiful, tragic love affair) [AO3]

Pepa hummed, walking to stand next to Eddie and putting a hand on his forearm to stop him from taking the next pile of Tupperware “Eddie, you know we wouldn’t judge you right? If you and Buck were together” Eddie froze, eyes wide open and heart beating a mile per minute “We’ve seen the way you look at each other”

You were the only safe heaven I've known [AO3]

“Buck, baby” Eddie said from behind him, he was already dressed for bed, soft looking worn out shorts and tank top, Buck wanted to crawl into his arms and don’t worry about anything anymore “Come to bed, if anything happens the wards will let us know”

Be still my foolish heart [AO3]

Once he was caffeinated, he realized he was still covered in flour and powdered sugar, and that Buck was a very, very cute guy, a cute guy that might or might not have been flirting with him (he was still learning to read those kinds of signals when it came to guys) a very cute guy that Eddie wasn’t completely opposed to flirt with, once he didn’t look like a complete mess.

I don't wanna wait my whole life through (to say I'm in love with you) [AO3]

“I love you” Eddie said softly “I love you, Buck” He repeated a little louder once he saw the surprised look on Buck’s face, tears gathering on their eyes.

Tagging if they wanna do this: @peaceofficerdiaz @loveyourownsmiilee @jacksadventuresinwriting @spotsandsocks @bekkachaos @the-likesofus @swiftiediaz @lostinabuddiehaze @rogerzsteven @prettyboybuckley @buddierights @imeasyeitherway @elvensorceress @eddiediazisascorpio @dickley-buddie

#one line any fic #tag game #i think those are more than 10 tags but idc #i know some don't have 10 fics publish but you can do it with what you have #no pressure as always

[not-a-space-alien]

Watch Your Step: Chapter 11: Off the Leash

Since the last chapter update I have had more art commissioned, as well as wrote up a post with some thoughts on my lore for this world! Everything is available for your viewing pleasure on the Story masterpost.

AO3 link

As always, thanks to @appelsiinilight and @static-stars! <3

Jackie was still pissed at her.  She was passive-aggressive to Marcy all day, throwing snide comments about her work out during the lab meeting.  Her advisor also gave Marcy slightly disapproving looks whenever Jackie mentioned the specimens she’d lost.

And yet Marcy barely noticed.  Such admonishment used to throw her into a spiral of anxiety, so it felt very strange.  Jackie noticed that she didn’t seem to care, which only seemed to make it worse.  But Marcy was lost in thought.  Everything that had seemed so important before suddenly mattered less.  Her head was clouded by thoughts of a guy, which had never happened before.  She was borderline obsessed.

By the time the end of the day rolled around, she’d barely absorbed a word.  She left work thinking only of the shopping list she’d compiled in her head.

She could imagine a number of things at the craft store Thistle should like.  Fabrics, for one thing, and thread to sew with.  He could make himself some more clothes, instead of being stuck with the same ones he’d sewn from rough, less than ideal fabric from the scrap pile in the sewing kit.  He’d probably like gemstones and fake flowers and all manner of small, colorful objects available.  They could maybe even find some nontoxic paint for him to use.  She couldn’t help but imagine all the things a creative little guy like him could do with proper supplies.

And the electronics store….it felt really strange to be buying a mobile device for someone barely bigger than the average cell phone, but she was convinced it was a good idea.  He wouldn’t be able to put it in his pocket, of course, but he could use it like a big computer.  She’d just need to be careful how she introduced him to it.

When she got home, three eager faces turned towards her from the living room.  Marcy’s eyes fell on Thistle, who was sitting cross-legged on the coffee table doing a respectable approximation of knitting.

“Hey Marce!” said Colin, standing up and blocking the doorway.  “Finally, you’re back!”

“Are you ready to go?” said Teddy.  “Colin won’t shut up about how excited he is to go shopping.”

“Let me get in the door first, geez.”  She gently pushed Colin to the side, then knelt beside Thistle.  “Hey, buddy, how’d it go today?”

Thistle set his knitting to the side and stood, fanning his hands out and wiggling his fingers.  “Teddy give me nails polish!”

“Woah!” said Marcy.  “Wow!  Good job, Teddy, I’m surprised you were able to paint something so small.”

Teddy smugly averted her eyes, shrugging.  “Oh, it was nothing.”

“So are we ready to go?” said Colin.

“All right, all right.”  Marcy set her backpack down.  “Sure.  Where’s Mochi?”

“She’s in the basement,” said Teddy.  “They were both being good, but I got nervous.”

“All right, that’s fair.  I don’t blame you.  Better safe than sorry.  And now we don’t have to corral her down there for while we’re gone.”

Colin stopped his excited bouncing.  “Huh?”

Teddy furrowed her brow.  “Oh you…planned to leave him here?”

“Er… Yeah,” said Marcy.

“What!” Colin cried.  “Marcy, we’re going shopping for him!  We can’t go out without him!”

“But it’s dangerous for him to go outside!” said Marcy.

“We could leave him in the car,” Teddy suggested.

“No!” Colin exclaimed.

“It’s double dangerous for him to go into a store.”  Marcy shook her head.  “I don’t know, guys.”

Colin scooped Thistle up, so quickly he gave a little meep of surprise.  He held him aloft.  “Come on, Marcy, look at him!  He wants to go outside!  He craves adventure!  He needs stimulation!  He needs to pick out his own stuff!”

Baffled, Thistle steadied himself on his hands and knees.

“Well…” said Marcy.  “I guess it would make sense to bring him so we can test whether the touchscreen will work with his fingers.”

“Yes!” said Colin.  “I’ll go start the car.”

Still looking uncomfortable, Marcy took Thistle from him before he zoomed out.

“Eseer?” said Marcy.  “Cuvol Eseeri?”

Thistle stood up, eyes sparkling.  “We go outside?”

“You want to?”

He nodded.

“Okay.”  She turned to go up the stairs.  “I’ll be right back.”

Thistle settled into her palm, swaying with the rhythmic motion of her climbing the stairs.  She took him back into her room.

She set him on the desk.  He stood patiently watching her, hands clasped politely in front of him.

His heart sank as she took out the wretched blue box, sliding it open and turning it on its side.  She spoke to him again, both in Giantese and her best broken Pixish, but he wasn’t really listening, tunnel vision zoomed in on the corner of that box.

He knew she wanted him to get inside of it.  He hadn’t been since he started sleeping in Marcy’s bed with her.  The only times he’d been inside of it had been to restrict his movement…to keep him prisoner while he slept…to transport him into the house in the first place…and that very first time…

He shuddered, the sight of the box’s interior bringing back a flood of painful memories, of being trapped in the dark, immobilized, bleeding out, dehydrated and starving, more scared than he’d ever been and not knowing what fate was in store for him….He still didn’t know, to a certain extent, and this was an unpleasant reminder that he was still very much at the mercy of Marcy’s whims.

Marcy noted the immediate shift in body language, the shoulders falling, the wings drooping sadly.  “Hey, come on,” said Marcy.  “It’s to keep you safe.  It’ll only be for a couple of minutes.”

After a few moments’ hesitation, Thistle stepped up and into it.

Colin had another fit, of course. He pointed out that Marcy had just said she didn’t want to keep him locked away, and insisted they couldn’t treat him like that anymore.  Marcy argued very vehemently that it was unsafe for him to be in the car unprotected, because he would be absolutely obliterated if there were an accident.  Colin retorted that he wasn’t planning to get into an accident.  Teddy pointed out that nobody planned on getting into an accident.

Then Marcy pointed out the dog.

Their nearest neighbor had a pitbull mix named Buster who would occasionally roam around unsupervised.  Colin’s house was really the only one that was close enough for him to reach–they lived a bit away from the city, and there was a small patch of wood separating them from the main roads.  And oh boy had Colin talked with his neighbor, repeatedly, in a variety of angry tones about keeping her dog on a leash.  She would always promise that she would keep a closer eye on the dog, and only let him outside on a leash so he wouldn’t get away, but Teddy had seen her just sliding the patio door open to let Buster wander around in her supposedly fenced-in yard.

The main issue was that the neighbor didn’t think it was a problem.  Buster was generally not a very aggressive dog–at least, not towards people, only towards small animals, as the occasional eviscerated squirrel or bird in the yard testified.  He also never went very far from her property and always came back; Colin’s house was the furthest he went.  They’d tried to convince her otherwise–show her the native wildlife he’d been killing, remind her that small kids could be walking by, inform her of how he’d bark late at night when they were trying to sleep, digging up their yard, leaving his droppings on their lawn–but she seemed to take no notice of it.  Colin had even threatened to call animal control…of course he’d never have the heart to actually go through with it, though.

Reminding Colin of this animal that he absolutely hated was enough to instantly convince him the danger was real and that Thistle needed protection to be outside, even just moving from the house to the car.  They very quickly all agreed that this was probably the biggest threat to him in the immediate outside of their house.  A meeting between Thistle and Buster would surely be disastrous, and he could be around pretty much any time.

They would have to address that eventually, if they ever wanted to let Thistle have any significant time outside.  For now, the cooler would be effective protection.

Colin instantly relented as soon as she mentioned the dog, exiting the house with a hawk-like gaze on the yard, eyes burning with anti-dog vision.  He opened the rear door for Marcy to slide into and set the cooler on her lap.

Marcy tried to keep the cooler steady as they pulled out of the driveway and onto the road.  She was already second-guessing their decision.  “Erm…How are we going to take him into the store without anyone seeing him?”

For a brief second, she had the horrible vision of Colin trying to argue that they shouldn’t hide him.  Instead, he just said, “Oh, uh…hmm…good point.”

“Colin has that jacket back there,” said Teddy.  “It’s probably too big for you, so if you put it on, there should be enough room for him in the sleeves and pockets and whatnot.”

Marcy looked over and saw the horrid old orange hoodie that Colin kept in his backseat.  Well…Better than nothing.

She very gently lowered the cooler to the floor between her feet, and pulled the hoodie on over her head.  “Cool, I love wearing hoodies when it’s eighty degrees out anyway.”

She put the cooler back on her lap and cracked the lid open.  Thistle was balled up in the corner, nose to the wall.

“Hey,” she cooed, reaching in and stroking him gently.  He roused, rolling over and kneeling, clutching her hand.  “Everything okay?”

“Where…” he said, and now she felt his lithe frame trembling slightly.  “Erm…nira?  C’mon vamonos?”

“We’re going to the store.  We talked about it this morning, remember?”

He looked up at her with big, wet eyes.  She wasn’t sure how much he understood.

Marcy looked up at the road.  They weren’t going too fast, and there weren’t many other cars around.  It should be safe for just a minute, right?

She gently scooped him up, lifting him out and holding him near the door.  He stood on tiptoe, peeking up over the door and out the window.  Full, leafy trees that were just beginning to turn brown for the fall whizzed by.

“Pretty,” he murmured.

“It’s nice, right?”

He looked back at her over his shoulder, and nodded mutely.

It was about three minutes before Marcy’s anxiety became too great to ignore, mind running a loop of what could happen if the car even came to too sudden of a stop.  She very gently corralled him back into the cooler.  She did leave it open a crack though.  He seemed in slightly better spirits.

It was only a few minutes to the strip mall where the craft store was.  Thistle roused when the car stopped, engine dying into silence. 

“Are you ready?” said Marcy.

He nodded vigorously.  Marcy privately thought there was no way in Hell he knew what he was claiming to be ready for.

“Okay,” said Marcy.  She lowered her sleeve into the cooler, pulling it open so Thistle could see all the spare room between the fabric and her hand.

Thistle blinked, cocking his head and leaning forward a little.

“Go on.”

He looked up at her for reassurance, then crawled up, hoisting himself up and in.  His feet, still poking slightly out, flailed a little as she lifted him out.

She held him up near her face.  He clambered to turn around in the narrow space, wings folded down against his back.  He perched with his nose out of the sleeve, his body under her palm.  She curled one finger down to rub his head.

“Let’s go, then.”

She carefully put her hands in the front hoodie pocket.  She felt Thistle wiggling slightly, pressing against her hand.

All three got out of the car.  Thistle’s body spasmed with surprise at the loudness of the doors shutting.  He felt strange against her skin, a little ball of warmth and trembling motion…She could very faintly feel his heartbeat, beating at a crazy pace.  Was it always that fast?

Marcy’s anxiety mounted once again as they walked across the parking lot.  “He’s not coming out of the pocket unless we can make super for sure that nobody is watching, okay?  Like, one of you on each end of an empty aisle.”

“Of course,” said Colin.  “And if anything goes wrong, we’re out of there right away.  Okay?”

“Right.”

Marcy’s heart started pounding as they came into the store.  What if this was a huge mistake?  If anything happened, she would feel really, really stupid.

The sounds of faint human conversation washed over them as they passed the checkout line.  Thistle’s body noticeably tensed in her hand, the presence of multiple unknown humans nearby clearly an unwelcome surprise.

“Here, let’s go down the sticker aisle!” said Colin, giddy.  “He’s sure to love these!”

This aisle was up against a wall, so Colin and Teddy blocked it off by pretending to browse upwind of them while Marcy went into the respectable corner.  She still triple checked to see if anyone was watching, then extended her arms and started tilting sticker sheets up, so she could look at them and so they were within reach of Thistle’s grasp.

She examined a sheet of puffy stickers shaped like hearts.  “What do you think?  Do you like these?”

There was no response.  She could feel his frame still trembling.

She lifted the sleeve up and turned it slightly, trying not to be too obvious about it.  Thistle’s little face peered out, eyes huge and watery.  Maybe she had overestimated how much he’d understood about the trip they were going to go on.

“Hey,” she whispered.  “It’s okay.”

“It’s okay,” he repeated, but his voice cracked.

“There’s no reason to be scared.  I’m right here.  I won’t let anything happen to you.”

He struggled to put together a sentence.  “What is…ahm..Kokaza? Kio eiu lo? Kione fa?  Why?  Here?”

“There’s stuff we thought you’d like here.  It’s supposed to be fun.  Do you want to leave?  Go outside?  Eseer?”

He broke eye contact, shaking his head.  He crawled backwards, disappearing into the sleeve.

Marcy frowned.  Colin came over with a sheet of stickers shaped like plants and flowers.  “He’d probably love these, right?  Hey, is everything okay?”

“It’s the first time he’s been out in public,” said Marcy.  “I think he needs to get used to it.  He seems a bit scared to come out.  I’m also not sure if he really understands what he’s looking at.”

“I know just the thing,” said Teddy.  “We have to go to the miniatures aisle.  If that won’t get him to come out, nothing will.”

Marcy put her hand back in her pocket as they walked to the aforementioned aisle.  It was full of toys, mini figures, and miscellaneous tiny embellishments she could only imagine would be used in dioramas.  Teddy was right, though: everything was delightfully small.

Colin pretended to shop on the endcap while Teddy went to the opposite side and looked at the floral section, leaving them alone in the aisle.  Marcy reached out, using her hand to keep the sleeve wide open so he could see.

“How about this?”  She gently handled a small guitar bagged in plastic.

She saw one tiny hand reach out, under hers, feeling the object curiously.  Small, uncomprehending murmuring followed.

“You want that?” she said, but the hand zipped back in.  She moved on over to a selection of small rubber animals.  “What about any of these?”

There was a delighted exclamation and both hands came out and grabbed a miniature clownfish.  It was just small enough that he could get both hands around it.

“We have a winner,” Marcy called to Colin.  Colin flashed a smile and jogged away, coming back a minute later with a shopping cart.

Marcy took the little bag of rubber fish off the hook and set it in the cart.  Thistle gave a little cry of dismay as it left his hands.

“You’ll get it back,” she said, showing him the inside of the cart.  “See?  It’s just there.”

It took some coaxing, because he seemed freshly upset each time he picked something out only to have it taken away from him, but he eventually picked out an assortment of objects…  Marcy wasn’t really sure what she’d been expecting him to gravitate towards, but he chose a set of table and chairs approximately the right size for him, a small gnome, a bookshelf, a set of fake books, a small bench, a set of pots and pans, a ceramic toadstool, and a very small plastic bowl with a goober of a goldfish encased in resin that just looked enough like water.  He seemed to be warming up a bit, coming further out of the sleeve.

Marcy shuffled over to the toy animals.  There were a number of different kinds of horses.  He let out a small gasp when he saw them, then looked out of the sleeve to make sure no one was watching.

“Go ahead,” said Marcy.

Thistle scuttled out and clambered on top of the horse.  He raised his hand from his head as though he were tipping a hat and gave a very quiet Yee-haw.

Marcy clapped her hand to her mouth to keep from screaming with laughter.  “Very, very small cowboy,” she choked out.  “That’s right.”

“Let’s go get some fabric,” said Colin.  “So he can sew.”

“And yarn,” said Teddy.  “I can help him pick out the good stuff.”

Thistle seemed like he was starting to enjoy himself by the time they were perusing the yarn; he parked himself in Marcy’s jacket pocket and stuck his hands out to feel every swatch that came within reach, giving an impressed exclamation on each one.  They couldn’t very well buy all of them, though, so they settled just for the silky, sheer fabric he’d given the loudest noises of excitement for.  Teddy couldn’t make sense of his opinions on the different kinds of yarn and thread, so she just picked what she thought was best and had him choose his favorite color.  They also picked up the smallest set of sewing needles available, the finest thread, and the littlest pin cushion.

“Oh my god,” said Colin, sounding like he was about to burst.  “Over here, look look look.”

The shelves of the next aisle were covered with small, unpainted wooden objects presumably for crafts.  Small treasure chests, crates, boxes, photo frames, and the real kicker: wooden houses of a variety of different shapes, which were presumably supposed to be bird houses, ranging from basic to quirky and over-extravagant.

Colin immediately zoomed in on one that was shaped like a castle.  “Oh my god.”

“Let him in it,” said Teddy.  “Do it, do it.”

Marcy put her hands on the shelf.  Thistle gasped and crawled out of the sleeve, standing at full attention before the tiny castle, eyes sparkling.  He looked over his shoulder at Teddy.  “Downton!”

“Oh shoot,” said Marcy, noticing something out of the corner of her eye, then pointedly turning and looking away.  “We got company.”

In their excitement they had forgotten to space apart and keep watch, and now an employee was strolling down the aisle towards them.

“Thistle, get back in,” she whispered, but he had already darted forward into the castle.  “Thistle!  Thistle!”

“Is there anything I can help you folks with today?” said the approaching employee.

Acting on reflex, Marcy slammed the drawbridge of the little castle shut and picked it up off the shelf.  “Ha!” she said, trying and failing to keep the nervousness out of her voice.  “Nope!  No thanks!  I was just going to buy this castle!  I love birds!”

There was awkward silence for a moment.  “Okay then!” said the employee.  “Let me know if you need anything.”

Marcy held her breath until he walked away, then released it.  “Ardo!” she growled, cracking the drawbridge back open.  He looked at her sheepishly.  “Get out of there.”

He scrambled out and into her pocket.

They moved to the next aisle, but someone was standing there browsing the aisle far too slowly.  He followed them when they moved into the paints, then into the florals.

“Great,” Marcy grumbled.  “Now an undercover employee is following us, because they’re convinced we’re trying to shoplift.”

“We’ve got enough for now,” said Teddy.  “Let’s get out of here.”

They moved to the checkout.  The cashier asking them if they found everything OK prompted Thistle to freeze up again, motionless in her sleeve.  Marcy winced when the total rang up.  She’d forgotten that she would actually need to pay for the things Thistle picked out.  She swallowed her pride and swiped her card, hoping that Teddy and Colin wouldn’t mind sharing their food budget this month.  Her graduate stipend only went so far.

The bags crinkled as they took them back out to the car.  Prompted by the sound of human voices being replaced by birdsong, Thistle peeked out of her sleeve.

“How was that?” said Marcy.  “Not so bad, right?”

He blinked at her, uncomprehending.

They reached the car.  Marcy settled in the back with the bags.  When the doors were shut, Marcy dumped Thistle out of her sleeve.  He slid out, legs flailing, and plopping into the mess of plastic bags, looking slightly alarmed.

“Ko?”

“It’s your stuff.”

“My?”

“Yeah!”

Marcy rooted in the bags and pulled out the ceramic toadstool he’d picked out.  His eyes widened with delight, and he started scuttling around, crinkling the plastic and digging around in them.

“Looking for this?”  She pulled out the rubber clownfish.

Thistle snatched it with a delighted cry.  He held it over his head and gave an excited whoop, as though they’d just completed a museum heist.

“You…seem to have strong feelings on clownfish,” said Marcy, baffled.

Thistle hugged the rubber fish close to his body, grinning.

Colin scooted the car across the parking lot to the electronics store.  Marcy held out her sleeve again, coaxing him into it.  Keeping the rubber fish under one arm like a football, he scurried in, nestling under her palm.

“Okay,” said Marcy as they walked across the parking lot.  “I cannot spend more than $100 at this store.”

“I can pitch in a little,” said Colin.

“Aw, really?” said Marcy.

“Sure!”

Marcy felt herself tearing up.  “Th-thanks.”

“Hey, it’s not every day you get to shop for a fairy, ya know?”

“Right.”

Marcy shuffled in the door behind Colin and Teddy.  Thistle seemed less startled by the greeter this time.  The store was pretty small, but luckily there was only one employee in it, behind the counter.

He asked what they were looking for, and Colin strode forward to occupy his attention.  Teddy came over and started browsing the display models with Marcy.

“This one looks like it has the smallest screen,” said Teddy.

Marcy reached out and started tapping it with her hands.  She paused with her hand at the top, hoping that Thistle would get the idea.

A little hand reached out, microscopic fingers tapping the screen.  It took a few tries, but he started clicking on-screen icons successfully.

“Nice,” said Marcy.  “Cool.”

“That’s a nice model for the price,” said the employee.

“Does it allow parental controls?” said Marcy.  “This is for my kid, and he’s pretty young, so I need pretty strong parental controls.  Basically I just want, like, YouTube kids or whatever.”

“I don’t think we have any with that built-in, but there’s a bunch of apps you can download for that.  Should work with any of them.”

“Awesome,” said Marcy.  No sense overcomplicating things.  She grabbed the model she had just confirmed that Thistle could use.

“Good choice,” said the employee.  “And I suppose you’ll be wanting a case and a screen protector for that?”

“Ah, nah I don’t think so,” said Marcy.

“Are you sure?  Little kids can bang those things up pretty good.”

Marcy froze, already having forgotten the lie she’d told.  “Oh, uh, right…”  Damn, it really would be the most convincing to go along and get the case, but eyeing the shelf, that would add at least $40 to the bill.

“Um…he has very gentle hands,” said Marcy.

The guy eyed her strangely, but didn’t question her any more.  “All right.”

He walked her through the process of adding a line to her account–no data plan, thank you, no he doesn’t leave the house much, yes I know it’s a mobile device–and she swiped her card to pay for the whole thing, cringing again even as Colin was on his phone to send her part of the bill via PayPal.

“All right, just sign here and you’ll be all ready to go,” said the employee, sliding the receipt towards her.

“Great, thanks!”  Marcy took the pen and started to sign.

A tiny rubber fish dropped out of her sleeve and rolled across the counter, coming to a stop in front of the employee.  Baffled, he picked it up.  “Huh…I think you dropped this.”

“Oh, haha, thanks.  I totally forgot where I put that.  Good thing I didn’t lose it.”  Her heart pounding, she extended her left hand and took it back.

At the same time, Thistle’s hands came out of her right sleeve, groping forward on the receipt.

“What the fuck?”

Marcy snatched both her hands back to her chest, eyes wide.  “What?”

“What was that just came out of your sleeve?”

“A…rubber fish?”  She held it up.  “See?”

“Your other sleeve!  Jesus Christ, what was that?”

She felt Thistle squirm under her palm.  She squished her right hand to her chest with her left.  Maybe he got the message, because he fell still.  “What do you mean?”

“I–I don’t know.”  He blinked, rubbing his head.  “I swear I saw something, maybe I didn’t…Hey, wait a minute.”

Colin and Teddy looked at Marcy, alarmed.

“If you don’t know what I’m talking about, why’d you yank your arm back?  Why do you look so freaked out?”

Marcy’s heart pounded in her throat for a few moments, locking eyes with this stranger.  Any semblance of plans, excuses, lies slipped through her brain like sand through a sieve.  The best she came up with was:

“No one will believe you,” Marcy snapped, snatching her newly purchased electronics off the counter, whirling around and stomping out.

She power-walked back to the car as Teddy and Colin jogged to catch up.  “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” said Colin.

“Did he see him?” said Teddy.

“Yeah,” said Marcy.  “For sure.  I think so.”

“Bro, we can’t let them take him!  Not like in E.T.!” said Colin.

He unlocked the car, and they all strapped themselves in.  Marcy kept Thistle squished against her chest with both hands.  He started to wiggle and give muffled exclamations.

“Um, okay,” said Marcy.  “So, that could have gone better.”

The three sat in silence for a moment.  The door to the store they had just left creaked open, and the employee stumbled out, looking unsure and confused.

All three of them yelped, and Colin slammed the gas and drove away.

***

The car ride home was tense.  Marcy swung between emotions wildly, but mostly they all just sat in silence.  Marcy did not open the cooler, despite hearing the telltale ruffling around inside that indicated Thistle wanted to come out.

They got home and shut the door, back into the safety of a private home.  Teddy and Colin set down the crinkly shopping bags while Marcy put the cooler on the table, sliding it open.  Thistle was in the corner again, crying.  His tear-stained face jerked up to follow her movements, and he stood.

She scooped him out, hands just a little rougher than they usually were.

“Marcy,” said Teddy.  “Don’t do this while you’re mad.”

“It’s fine,” Marcy snapped.  She set Thistle on the table, and he stumbled and fell, turning red, looking caught off guard and embarrassed.  “What the hell was that?”

“I…”  He folded his knees under him.  “Sorry.”

“It was bad enough that you almost got seen in the craft store, then…then that!  Ardo, it’s only safe for you to come out if you do what I tell you to!  I thought you understood that!  How is it you’re so scared and timid about everything, but then when there’s actual danger you–You just don’t think about it I guess?”

“Marcy,” said Colin darkly.

“It’s–What if something worse happened?  You have to be more careful!  You know bad things can happen to you too fast to see coming!”

Fresh tears welling up in Thistle’s eyes, he turned away from Marcy, refusing eye contact.  He jumped off the table, skittering up to the stairs, leaping onto the railing and scuttling up it on all fours, up and out of sight upstairs.

“Ardo,” said Marcy.  “Come on.”

“Marcy,” said Colin.  “You come on.”

Marcy’s face went red, suddenly feeling like an asshole.  “Well, it’s true!”

“Marcy, he’s like a cat,” said Colin.  “He mostly understands the tone of voice.  And you’re shouting at him with such a big voice.”

“I was just…I was just angry because I was scared something would happen to him.  I just want him to be safe.”

“He doesn’t know that.”

“Fuck,” said Marcy, sniffling and hiding her face in her hand.  “Goddamn it.”  She sat on the couch.  “What is this?  Is this what being a parent feels like?  I’m so scared something is going to happen to him, and it’ll be my fault.  This is why I didn’t want to bring him!”

Colin sat next to her, putting one strong arm around her shoulders.  “Take a breather, Marce.”

“You’re the one who insisted he come along!”

Colin sighed.  “Well…  It’s not like–It’s–Well, everything is OK now, right?  Everything turned out all right.”

“I guess,” Marcy muttered.  “But I don’t know if he should ever leave the house again.”

“It’s OK to be scared.  But I mean, think of how he must feel.”

“He… must feel like shit,” said Marcy.  “I yelled at him again.  Even as I was doing it, I knew it wasn’t right.”

“Just take a few minutes to calm down and try again,” said Teddy.  “I’m sure he needs a few minutes to calm down, too.  That all must have been really scary for him too.”

“Right…”  Marcy sniffled.  “He seemed to like the stuff he picked out, though.  He was starting to seem sort of happy there at the end.”

“Yeah,” said Colin.  “This castle is awesome.  It’s like a little house for him.  It’s big enough for it.”

“Yeah…”  Marcy half-heartedly ruffled around in the bags.  “The chairs and stuff aren’t exactly the right size, but it’s better than nothing…Maybe we could set it up for him?”

“I think he’d like that,” said Teddy.

“We can keep it right here on the table,” said Colin.

Marcy’s face darkened.  “No, in my room.”

“Marce…”

“No way.  It’s in my room.”

“He might like to be in the living room more.”

“He’s mine,” Marcy sobbed.  “I should get to make decisions, not you.”

“He’s yours?” said Colin, offended.

“My responsibility, I mean.”

“No, no, no.  That’s not what you said.  You didn’t say ‘He’s my responsibility.’  You said ‘He’s mine.’”

Marcy’s crying redoubled.

“He’s not yours.  He’s a person.  You’re not sharing him with us.”

Teddy slid onto the couch next to her, putting her hand on Marcy’s knee.  “Are you feeling a bit like you’ve lost control?”

“You got to spend all day with him today, Colin got to spend all day with him yesterday, and I–I couldn’t make sure everything was OK.  And then it-it was already such a big step to take him outside,” she blubbered.  “And it backfired.  Now I’ll never feel like I can–loosen the leash–or take risks–or–or whatever, you know?  What if something happens?  It’ll be my fault.  I have this–urge to–just keep him hidden from everyone and everything, so nothing can happen.”

“Okay, breathe, breathe,” Colin said.  “Everything in life has risks, Marce.”

“We get it,” said Teddy.  “Trust me, we get it.  But he’s a person and you have to treat him like a person.  People make mistakes sometimes.  Especially when they’re scared and out of their element and don’t really know what’s going on.  I mean…think about it, really, the stuff we just bought him is probably the first time in a few weeks he’s had, like, personal belongings that weren’t just fabric scraps sewn together.”

“Right…” Marcy heaved a huge sigh.  “I’m sorry.  Thanks, guys.  Sorry.”

“I bet he’d like it if we set up this little castle for him,” said Teddy.  “You can go apologize, and when you bring him down it’ll be all ready for him.”

Marcy nodded.  “Yeah…that sounds good.”

***

Thistle was upset.  Things were getting easier, but it was still so frustrating, to be adrift in a world he knew nothing about, forced to learn everything sink or swim when his own wellbeing was at stake.  He’d had a good day with Teddy, and then Marcy reminded him how at her mercy he was, when she forced him into the blue box.  Then she’d taken him out in a place full of other humans–That seemed so dangerous!  But she’d told him to come out! 

And the amazing thing was, he did come out, and it was fine!  Which wasn’t what he’d expected, but they’d let him pick out trinkets and gadgets he hadn’t even imagined, apparently as a gift.  He’d been giddy.  And then with that newfound safety, he’d felt just a little bit adventurous, put himself out there once, decided it was safe to let his guard down once, and it all went wrong.  The unknown human hadn’t even been looking at him!  He’d thought, Surely it should be okay for me to do just this one thing for myself.  Nope!  How stupid of you to think you could do anything!  Why do you even bother trying?

He’d been waffling between feeling safe and adventurous to threatened and vulnerable all day, and it was starting to burn out his nerves.  He’d just been starting to feel good, coming out of his box, only to be shoved back in, reminded him of how small and vulnerable and out of his element he was, of how much he was controlled by Marcy and the humans.

It truly felt like he was going to spend the rest of his life scared and in pain, confused, under someone else’s control, humiliated, with nothing and nobody to call his own, no agency over his own fate and no privacy to speak of, and no room in his life for simple pleasure and frivolity.  What kind of life was this?  He couldn’t even stick his hand out to get a favored object that he’d dropped without putting himself at risk and making Marcy mad at him.

It made him want to curl up and hide and never come out again.  That was how Marcy found him a while later.

He heard the sounds of creaking floorboards as she came up the stairs.

“Ardo?  Ardo…?  Thistle?”

She stood at the top of the stairs, then leaned into her room.  “Are you in there?  Are you around?  I’m…sorry.  Please come out.”

There was a slight rustle, and Thistle rose up from inside the sewing kit, his head from the nose-up peering out.

“There you are.”  She came over, taking the sewing box gently in her hands.  He was crouched next to the tomato pincushion, covered in a tangle of loose threads and fabric scraps.  She fished a few stray strings away from his hair.  “Hey there…are you okay?”

He looked down, hunkering without answering.

“I’m sorry,” she said.  “Dak.”

“I’m…sorry too.”

“No, I…”  She ran up against this again.  How to make him understand without sounding like she was rejecting his apology, or still mad at him?  She’d fallen into the trap recently of assuming he understood, because of how smart he was and how fast he seemed to pick up English.  But he was still a very foreign type of creature, with an entirely different, alien way of understanding, and still learning the very basics about her world.  She could only guess what was going on in his head.

She took a breath.  “I shouldn’t have gotten angry at you.  I’m more sorry.  I was just…worried.  Scared.”

“Scared,” said Thistle, nodding in agreement, and his lip wobbled.

She cupped her hands in front of the box, and he clambered out into them.  The tears broke over in his eyes as she lifted him up.

She gave him a kiss on top of the head, lips warm on his scalp.  He let out a little sob, and when she pulled back he was collapsed on his stomach, face buried in her palm, chest heaving with hitching breaths.

“I’m sorry,” said Marcy.  “I’m so sorry.  It’s okay.  I love you, Thistle.”  She sat on the bed, placing him gently in her lap, rubbing him softly with her thumbs.  He continued his frustrated sobbing, frame shaking under her comforting hands.

She let him cry himself out, just sitting there stroking him as best as she could, then offered him some water from her water bottle.  He took a few sips from his cupped hands, then splashed water on his face.

“There we go,” said Marcy, setting it aside.  “Feeling a little better?”

He nodded mutely.

“Let’s go downstairs, then.  I’ve got something to show you.”

Thistle let her carry him down in her hand.  She came out into the living room, where Colin and Teddy proudly stood next to the little castle birdhouse on the coffee table.  She lowered him down.

“This is yours,” said Marcy.  “It’s your private space.  None of us will look in, or reach inside to get you, unless you specifically ask us to.  This is a little space where you can go to feel secure.  And we’ll put it wherever you want.  You just have to ask, and we’ll do it.  Okay?”

Quivering, Thistle crept forward.  The little castle drawbridge was open, but it had been fitted with a rope and a small latch that meant if Thistle was inside, he could shut and lock the door.  Everything he’d picked out from the craft store was inside; the miniature furniture arranged neatly in the center, the nicknacks stacked on crude wooden tables and shelves that Colin had quickly whipped up and fastened to the inside walls.  There was a small bed, which Teddy had sewn from some fabric squares for something comfy to sleep on, on a wooden block secured to the floor.

Thistle looked back over his shoulder at her, scarcely able to believe it.  “My?”

“I hope this will make you feel a bit more secure, and more at home.  I’m not mad at you.  I just want you to be safe.”  She took the rubber clownfish out of her pocket and put it on the table at his feet.  “Go ahead, buddy.”

Bouncing with renewed excitement, Thistle snatched the fish up and scuttled into the castle.  It was hard to do so, but Marcy watched him shut the door behind him and then turned away, letting him have some private moments in his own space.

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[eclipsecrowned]

I just wanted to drop in and say that I am very sorry that today was a culmination of bad for you. Sorry this isn't an ic thing and doesn't fit any of the qualifications in your post I just have very little brain today and am not sure how to throw any of my current active muses at any of your cast of characters. I do want to say though that we have been mutuals for a long time and that you are always such a force of nature and passion and I love seeing you and all your iterations on my dash. You are so creative and you give so much dedication and love to all of the iterations of characters that you portray. It inspires me as I'm sure it does others. Please know that you are loved. And yes, hair grows back. And your doggo will be very happy to see you when you get back and I am sure that all will be well. You deserve these days ahead for fun and relaxation and spending time with your loved ones. All my good thoughts go with you and yours on your vacation, lovely.

are you aware of the situation wherein babies will look at a caretaker or a pet or favorite toy and then have to look away repeatedly? apparently it is because they get so overwhelmed with happiness, because they are so new and still learning how to process things, that they need a second to get what we'd probably call baseline again before engaging with whoever or whatever inspired the emotion again. they need a minute to sit with their happiness and sort through it because it is simply too big for their fat little baby bodies and smooth little baby brains.

yeah that's me right now with this ask. i'm feeling a lot of things today and the overwhelming tenderness and kindness in this message is kind of pushing it all out of the way. i keep having to come back to m askbox and reread this and then go make a shitpost to ease my way into answering this. this was such a wonderful message to receive today, and i want to thank you for taking the time to send it. it also gave me some perspective on events today that frankly snowballed and is helping me to keep my head about it all. your support is more appreciated than you know or that i can properly express, frankly.

especially right now. it's gotten dark and it's rough knowing my buddy's spending it back in a kennel sans context. but he's with other dogs he can hopefully chill out with and people who care for him. i'm on my way to be with humans i can hopefully chill out with and care for me. and if nothing else, my baby besties will be there to keep my blood pressure low.

i wish you all the best, anon, today and for the coming week and forever. i hope someone repays you your grace as often as you need it, and even when you don't. i hope i can continue to live up to your goodwill and your investment in not just my writing, but your faith in me.

#save #anonymous #long post // #out of stories

[diagonal-queen]

belated thungo thursday! someone's about to be real sad and that someone is ME

dazai: you have to do an impossibly important job for me akutagawa: oka- dazai: keep atsushi safe akutagawa: N E V E R

akutagawa was like 'dont kill the weretiger. not cus i like him or anything, but because if you kill him, he's gonna revive and he's gonna be an even bigger pain in the ass. save all of us the trouble'

NOT fukuchi being like 'respect the elderly' and akutagawa is like 'i don't discriminate. i hate everyone regardless of their age'

am i the only one who sometimes gets a little annoyed at how atsushi and akutagawa are always arguing with each other? like in the right time and place it's very funny and actually very important to their relationship but the two of them will literally put more effort into insulting each other than defending their lives from the powerful enemy who is very much trying to kill them. PRIORITIES BOYS. PRIORITIES. EVEN SOUKOKU DON'T DO THAT

'Do we need any more?' who wants to tell him

(SORRY THAT WAS SO UNCALLED FOR LMAOOAAOOAOAOAOAOAOAOA)

i wonder how fukuchi discovered his ability. like imagine as a kid he was just like hanging out with a friend or something and they were eating chips or something and he jokingly throws a chip at his friend and the impact from that single chip makes said friend fly across the room and land on the floor dead and fukuchi is like 'uh. whoops'

NOOOOO THEY DIDNT ANIMATE THE PART WHERE AKUTAGAWA AND ATSUSHI WERE ARM IN ARM FOR A SECOND BEFORE AKUTAGAWA PUSHED HIM AWAY :(

'four years ago dazai san abandoned me' omg akutagawa taking that shit SO personal. he left because his bestie got killed by some french dude it had nothing to do with your emo ass

'i don't get paid enough to die with a villain!' he was so real for that

holy shit the part where sskk caught the bullets and dropped them i fucking gasped. that was so sexy and for what??? why was that so hot i rewatched it like ten times holy shit hotties

okay akutagawa knowing how to safely choke someone?? i guess we know what he's into

im curious as to why atsushi didnt ask akutagawa to go longer without killing someone- like a year or something. did he think he'd say no? was he thinking 'that's too high a goal for this maniac. baby steps' LMAOOOO

i love how atsushi's run is like this goofy ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ ᕦ( ᐕ )ᕡ thing while akutagawa just naruto runs with a stone cold expression

'should we be outed, my head will be the first to fly' akutagawa on his odasaku arc

(THAT ONE WAS EVEN MEANER HELP IM SO SORRY)

i think its established pretty well now that i find atsushi sexy (and im sure absolutely nobody else does, but dont come for me) his tiger stripe mark things on his face make him look WICKEDLY attractive. argue with the wall

fukuchi live tweeting this crap like 'having a smoke while these gay boys plan to kill me. i'll update if i live lol'

people really always be like 'fukuchi has a point because of his war experience' i guarantee you if you were to approach any actual veterans and ask them if their experience in conflict made them want to plot for decades in order to kill everyone in the world who has ever been a veteran/fought in any sort of conflict, they would NOT give you an affirmative response. shut the fuck up

AND HE'S LIKE 'my struggles have been infinite and nobody gives me recognition for them so im mad' BUDDY WHO DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TALKING TO?????? AKUTAGAWA IS RIGHT THERE (and atsushi too but i mean he's kinda gotten some recognition for his rough life. akutagawa's gotten NONE)

imagine akutagawa like in beast breaking his arm and yosano is like 'oh dw akutagawa i can fi-' and then he's just using rashoumon to do it himself lmao (does he do that in beast? i havent finished it)

atsushi: i need to defeat this villain me: cus he wants to end the wor- atsushi: because i dont want akutagawa to do it first me:

DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN ABOUT THEIR CONSTANT BICKERING???? DAMNIT SSKK

heyyyyy we finally got an akutagawa ass shot!!! *adds to collection* i

akutagawa: i need to defeat this villain me: cus he wants to end the wor- akutagawa: because i want dazai to think im cool me:

i mean he soon followed it by saying 'i would never work for you because you'll never be as cool as dazai' which is very true, so i guess you've redeemed yourself for now akutagawa

akutagawa in uniform >>>>>>>>

whoever is voicing akutagawa and atsushi in this ep deserves a million billion dollars

im sorry sskk. i didnt mean to laugh. but the sudden triumphant moment being cut off (as well as atsushi's hand lmaoo) made me giggle im sorry

TIGER FISHEYE

this episode got me wondering all over again; HOW is anybody going to defeat fukuchi. there is (seemingly) literally no way to best the spacetime sword (can't be arsed to remember its name im sorry). how the hell are they gonna resolve this. im not smart enough to theorise like the rest of you guys

holy shit what a perfect way to end that episode. like the suddenness of it and screaming akutagawa's name, but also because i haven't stopped listening to tetsu no ori since it came out and i'm obsessed with this song. everyone say thankyou granrodeo

i'm surprised i spent most of that time thirsting instead of crying. let's wait and see what happens next thungo thursday!!

#dia's daydreams #thungo thursday #the sillies #thirsty thungo thursday #haha #alliteration frustration #HAHA #rhyme time #HEHEHAHSHDHDH

[crohnsawarenessproject]

‘One Ring’ August 16th, 2022 #onering © Outhouse Cartoons/C.A.P 2022

Last week the day we’ve been waiting for all year finally came to be. My surgery wasn’t supposed to be until September/October but two weeks ago, I was woken by a call from my surgeon telling me that I’d been scheduled right away. At first, I was rather freaked out. We had all these plans to throw my pre-ileostomy body a going away party but the disappointment of fallen plans quickly changed into the hopes for a better life. We immediately hit the ground running. Within a day we were out to see my new Ostomy nurse while getting pre-op bloodwork done. The nurse ran us through a bunch of the basics of life with a bag, giving us a general idea of what was to come. He even sent us home with some sample bags.

I wanted to really get a feel for what I was in for, so I decided to wear one of the bags for 48hrs. Through the day and through the night, I even went and ran errands with it. It was a good primer but not quite the same. It was an empty bag that could only partially simulate what my ileostomy would be like but it was enough to stop some worries. My wife and I also made sure to do a lot of research, choosing not to let others tell us ALL the ins and outs. This made it easier to come up with questions to ask at my first post-op appointment. For the rest of the week my wife would treat me to every craving I could think of! You name it, pizza (artisan), carnitas, steak, ice cream; if I wanted it, she got it for me.

When Tuesday came, I was as prepared as I was ever going to be going through the second major surgery of my life. As these things tend to be, my surgery was bumped by about an hour and a half. Someone in need of an emergency surgery jumped ahead of me but that was okay. I just had to stay out of my head, at that point, alone in the pre-op waiting room. At least they let you keep your phone with you so I was in constant contact with my wife up until the last moment. Once in the OR room the surgeons joked that it was a crowded affair. I was getting a lot of work done with two surgeons working on me simultaneously. I had some laughs with the lovely staff before they put me under and before long I was awake with my new buddy, Shawn. My stoma.

Those who follow me may remember that I call my guts, Gus, after a character in one of my favourite shows called Psych. So I thought it only fitting to name my stoma, Shawn, his partner in crime from the show. Now Shawn & Gus are back together, friends for life.

The first night was decently rough but honestly, I think it wasn’t anything like my first resection. I was off of the button morphine within 24hrs and stopped hydromorphone within 56hrs. I was out of the hospital and back home on day 4. I was up on my feet walking around the house the next day. Another day later I made it out of the house for a quick spell. My energy levels have been growing and it’s been getting much easier to walk & stand up straight. A lot of people were rather surprised with this and, to be honest, I was one of them. But it all came down to the fact that this time around I was the lucky guy who ended up with one of the leading surgeons in the province for non-invasive surgical techniques. They actually pulled all of my colon out through my rectum, having only two laparoscopic points of entry on my stomach. One atop my stoma, the other inside my belly button. It’s really the barbie butt that is causing me to slow down and make sure to not over do it.

My speedier recovery can also be attributed to my amazing wife. Helping to make sure I have what I need but also making sure that I don’t push myself too hard as I tend to do. I’m not a fan of being looked after, so it takes a lot of strength and willpower to not just do everything myself. It’s because of this that I know I will get through this stage without many issues. We are a team and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Have you had IBD/Ostomy surgery? How did it go for you? What were your experiences? Tell us in the comments below.

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[dailyaudiobiblechronological]

11/19/2022 DAB Chronological Transcription

Acts 9-10

Welcome to the Daily Audio Bible Chronological. I'm China. Today is the 19th day of November. Welcome. So great to be here with you today as we finish out our week together. I'm excited to continue our story here in the book of Acts, chapters nine to ten, finishing off with the New International version this week.

Commentary:

Meanwhile, there are some really powerful things happen here today that are worth pointing out in case you miss them. So Holy Spirit is like, let's do a parent trap, except for they're not parents and just a fun- it's like a Holy Spirit mess around sometimes. God is speaking to Cornelius and he speaks to Simon, and Simon Peter, and they come together. And I love what Peter says. It wasn't like, okay, well, let me just pull something out of thin air and make it worth your while for being here. He's like, okay, great. The Lord really wanted us to be here together, so let's ask him. I love that. I love that. Beautiful, because then what happens is the Holy Spirit is released upon the Gentiles and we see it in scripture. It was a shock. And again, something that Peter says that I love was surely God has no favorites. And it's like, yes, that is his goodness. That is his good, kind nature. And then something in the beginning of scripture that I just was enamored with is the story of Saul. And his introduction that we read about his life is pretty quick. He comes onto the scene pretty quickly. Like, he approves Stephen's death, and then he's on the road to Damascus, and God strikes him blind, and he has this real encounter with the Lord, and he says, like, yeah, Lord's, like, I will stop persecuting your people, and I will follow you. And so all these people are rightfully afraid of even Peter's. Like, are we sure this guy is one of us? He killed our buddy Steven not that long ago. I think that's very normal to have those questions and that hesitation. Ultimately, they realize the truth and the fruit is present. And I think something that really captured my heart was something that Saul has a background in. You know, these the disciples, before Jesus asked them and said, hey, follow me, before he really invited them to follow him, they weren't necessarily these, like, holy dudes. They were just normal, everyday guys who Jesus was encountering and saying, hey, follow me. But Saul is someone who is persecuting, literally signing off on killing Christians and believers and throwing them into prison. And then he has this encounter with Jesus, and he's now one of those that he's been killing. And so, again, totally makes sense that you'd be a little skeptical of it, right? Like, is this like, a massive trap for all of us? Are we all going down here? But an angle that Saul has is that he was persecuting, who he now is claiming to be sorry. He's not like claiming to be Jesus, but who he's claiming is what his position was, what his job, if you will, was now very opposite. And what I mean by what I say he has this angle is he can minister to all these people who were high up and in these places of also persecuting Christians. And he is in this place where he can really say, like, hey, I have this encounter with the Lord and I was blind for three days and then this guy shows up and he prays over me and these things fell from my eyes. They're super gross, but like, now I can see and I am just living for the Lord and this is the real deal and you should follow in this too. And it just reminded me of maybe you have a background that feels rough and tough and like, oh man, I don't have a great Sunday school story. And that's okay. You don't have to have that you don't get into heaven factor if you have that background, if anything, I feel like I was talking to one of my friends earlier this month and I was just telling her, hey, where you're at in life, don't despise it. Don't get caught up in shame, don't get caught up in condemnation because actually you have a sweet angle in your life where you can minister to people who are in this category of life and who are walking through these things that I can't relate to. Not a ton of people can, but you can. And you are following the Lord and you've come back to Him and you are able to really minister to people who feel lost, who feel confused, who feel too far gone, anything in that category. It's like but you can speak in a place of, like, I was there, that was me too, and now I'm not there anymore because of Christ who lives in me. I just want to encourage you. Maybe you have a rough background, maybe you have a story where you can relate to maybe not everything of Saul, but you can relate to some things. And you're sitting here like, man, I could never like, people would ask the same thing. Are we sure we're allowing this dude to come around? Because he's not been safe before, she's not been safe before, or, you know, whatever, fill in the blank. But I promise you that the Lord knows your heart. He will send others to give a word of validation and there will be people at your defense and because Jesus is at your defense and he will show, hey, actually this person is following me and it's not up to you. What is that to you? But I just want to encourage you that you don't have to have a super whatever story. The story that you have is your story and you don't have to feel like, oh man, we're trying to share the other day that she just knew the Lord from a young age. Okay, yes, but I also there's pros and cons to that. Okay? There's pros and cons to that, just as there is with anybody's story. Not pros and cons, but I didn't have, like a pristine white angelic group following the Lord by any means. And so I'm just sharing this to say, don't feel like you have to compare your relationship with the Lord, your story, how you came to know Christ and then the things that you did while even claiming Christ. Like, goodness gracious, there's a whole nother thing we could go into. Like, don't just think that you don't have a story and that you can't minister to people or that you couldn't share the things the Lord is doing. If anything, you get to turn right back around and say, hey, I know that I was hanging out in such and such areas or talking like this or being a part of these things, but actually the Lord really got a hold of me and I'm not particular in that anymore. And you know what? I think he wants to set you free too. I think there's freedom for you in this as well. And people may be like, Bro, what? Like, we just did blah, blah, blah the other day. And you're like, yeah. And then I felt conviction. Like I heard the Holy Spirit's voice and he really revealed himself to me. And so I just want to encourage you that if that's you and you feel like you can relate to really any part of today's scripture, you're not alone and God is not done with Saul, and we'll see what continues to happen to Him. But this is where I leave you for the reading this week. 

Prayer:

Father, I thank you that your sheep know your voice and I thank you that you are a kind and loving, gracious king and that you are always welcoming us back into your arms. There's never a this was how many times? Or this is the fifth time, this is the last time. There's none of that. I thank you that you are a generous and kind, slow, anger, patient father and I just thank you for your goodness. I thank you for your word. I thank you for each and every single person's story. And I thank you that you have been at the very beginning in all of them. You have been lord over all of them. And I pray that we would ask you to be lord over our stories from here from now until this day forward. And I just thank you, God, that you are with us, you are for us. And that our story, where we've been and where we are going has value because of what you have done in our lives. And I pray, Lord, that you would get all of the glory and it is in Your name we pray. Amen.

Announcements:

So this is where I leave you for the week. But I hope and I'm praying that you have a very happy Thanksgiving with loved ones. If you are traveling or hosting or serving, may you be blessed. May you practice some deep, just deep breaths. Remember to have a deep breath and to release attention from your body and to invite Holy Spirit, and even as you're making mashed potatoes or as you're cleaning up the dishes, or you got into that Tesla with a family member that you said you weren't going to, or any of those things can invite the Holy Spirit. And he's there. He wants to be invited. And, yeah, I just pray Jesus over you and your holiday season. So last year, I stepped out to be a mom. I had my daughter, Reagan. So my mom had the idea last year to go through how did the Bible transform your life and how is it transforming your life? And so you guys called in and you shared, and it was compiled into a beautiful podcast around the Thanksgiving time. And so we want to do that again this year. So you can call in starting today. And we're going to accept calls all the way through the 23rd, I believe, which will be next Wednesday. So here's a couple of ground rules real quick. There's just two. Number one, if you have prayer requests and you want to call in about how the Bible transforms your life, make them separate calls or else they're not going to get played. There's just going to be so much people who want to call in and to share it. And we love that. We love that. We want to hear it. We're just asking that you make those calls separate so if they are combined, they will not be played. So we want you to call in and say, hey, this is how the Bible transformed my life. And so we want to hear that and so that we can hear everybody's calls together, we are asking that you keep it to a minute long. I know that is tough. So maybe try to do a couple of trial runs, maybe do a couple of trials and get it to where it can be right around that minute mark and those will get played. There will be a really beautiful so, like my dad with the daily Bible, there's a Christmas DAB Christmas episode. And so my mom had a really great idea last year to do how the Bible has transformed your life and to do it around Thanksgiving. So we're going to do that again this year. So just those two things. If you have a prayer request and you want to call in and share how the Bible has transformed your life, make sure that there are separate calls and keep it at a minute mark. So you can call in 800-583-2164, or if you use the app, you can record through there and send it in as well and those will get played. So super excited and I cannot wait to sit down and hear your stories and feel like we're all going to need to have I would say Kleenex but I feel like towel will be more appropriate. But yes, I'm very much so looking forward to that. That is all for today, I'm China, I love you. I'll be waiting for you here tomorrow.

Community Prayer Line:

Hi, everyone. It's Christy in Kentucky. Father, thank you for this beautiful day that you've given to us for Jesus friend, I wanted to ask for you to pray for our sister Susan, God's Yellow Flower in Canada. Susan had surgery yesterday and it went well and I just wanted to ask if you would to continue to pray for our precious sister Susan. She's so faithful to pray for all of us and so it's such an honor to lift her up to the throne and ask the Lord to touch and give her favor. Also I wanted to ask you to pray for Susan's friend Ruth who has severe dementia and she is actively passing away and Susan couldn't be with her, which is hard for Susan. There is a friend there named Jeanette which is also Susan's friends. I guess Susan and Ruth and Jeanette were really good friends, used to do a lot of things together, so it's hard for Susan and for Jeanette. Ruth's children don't know the Lord and that was one of Ruth's biggest desires of course, which is most of the desires of the hearts of parents whose children don't know the Lord. And so asking that the Lord will send someone into their lives that they will listen to and understand and receive Jesus, that's the Lord and Savior. Friends, I'm asking for prayer, I have to go back and have a repeat test. One of my tests came back abnormal and they have called me back. So I'm asking if you would just to keep me in prayer along with my precious husband Tim who also were waiting on the manifestation of his healing. Thank you so much.

Good morning DABC family. It is Lady of Victory on Tuesday the 15 November. This call is for Taylor, Matt and the quiet Storm. I just listened and heard the report of Storm and what she is going through in such a short time of being here. But isn't that usually what happens sometimes you don't even know the storm is coming because it's quiet and it comes in like a roar and then it just leaves, but it leaves that devastation behind. And so a storm has come into this world and the enemy has tried to afflict her because he knows that she's going to be quiet but she's going to lead the kingdom of hell and devastation. And so now we come to you on behalf of Taylor and Matt and Storm. We know God that the things that you do are beyond us we can ask you the questions because your shoulders are big enough for that. We may not get the answer, but we certainly can ask you the question. And this is where our faith comes into play. I ask, Father, that you would strengthen Taylor and Matt as they have left their jobs to care for quiet Storm. God, provide for them in every need possible, God, in every way possible. Let there be no lack in this house, God, as a result of you taking care of them, you providing for them. You causing men and women to get into their bosom. Father, I pray that all they have to think about is caring for baby Storm. And I thank you that the doctors are optimistic. And so you use whatever it is that you have to use God, to bring Storm to a place of healing and peace. It's in Your precious Name we pray. Amen.

[stubbornness-and-spite]

I’ve got POTS and it’s flaring up right now and I feel awful.

It really really sucks and I just want to gripe about it but I can’t complain to most of my friends because they get all quiet and sad because they don’t know how to help but I just really want someone to go: “yeah, shit sucks” and maybe make a joke or just let me rant.

It’s not a big deal to me, it just sucks. I want to be able to say: “I want to throw up and pass out but I can’t because I gotta do homework” and instead of getting pity, get: “L+ratio” or “damn. F in the chat” or “that’s rough, buddy” or just something stupid.

Some of my problems suck but they suck worse when everyone around me gives them so much weight. I feel like I can’t talk about my issues without making other people uncomfortable or them making me uncomfortable. I can handle myself. If I need help, I’ll ask. My complaining is not any more serious than someone else complaining about homework or getting shit on by a bird or whatever just because it’s about a disability. If I want serious support, I’ll tell you. If I go: “apples and meth, I feel like death” please don’t try to give me genuine compassion and sympathy. It just makes things weird and now I have to comfort you.

Also, on a side note: I’m a little concerned about my roommate because she’s been in her bed almost as much as I have and I’m experiencing ✨symptoms✨

#replies are open - reblogs are not #it never feels more like a disability than when I have to cancel plans and lie in bed staring at the ceiling bored out of my mind #pots #disability #chronic illness

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[spin-in-time]

I FUCKING FORGOT IT'S THURSDAY AND I'M SUPPOSED TO COME TWO HOURS LATER OH MY GOD

#zuke irl #spin irl #Y'ALL OH MY GOD #I HAVE TO WAIT TWO HOURS NOW WHOOPS #I COULD HAVE SLEPT LONGER OH MY GOD #HAHA #OOPS #can someone throw a /that's rough buddy/ at me right about now #i would highly appreciate it #not lego

[prettyboykatsuki]

fang does bully!kiri lighten up at all after he confesses his feelings? does their dynamic change? im curious about the aftermath of the alley scene!

cw ;; toxicity, kirishima is a little delusional, bkg meddling, unprotected / rough sex, afab reader 18+

a/n ;; OKAY! SO HERE'S THE THING RIGHT. I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABT THIS AND A LOT OF THOUGHTS ABT WHAT COULD HAPPEN.

short answer is yes, eventually he is genuinely nice to you. i do think kirishima likes you but like i said - he's entitled to your attention. post confession he's possesive and he always fucks you mean.

i have a whole thing in my head about how the confession ultimately changes their dynamic. a lot of it stops being about getting your attention but rather keeping it. before it was a thing about kirishima trying to coax you but now that the whole thing is said and done - you're totally on your toes.

so what he likes you.. right? what does that change in the first place? that's what you tell yourself in the direct aftermath. kirishima is really good at playing with peoples feelings (a given, really) so you're expecting things to the same in some ways. you're expecting him to still be mean to you.. still harass you.

ah.. poor thing. kirishima does the opposite. after the confession - he completely and totally ignores you. again.. seems counter intuitive. but this is a necessary step in making sure things work out the way he wants them to work out. he can tell you don't really believe that you're special to each other so now it's about how you approach him.

two weeks. it's about two weeks and kirishima is a radio silent. you gotta approach him first and he honestly gets off on how increasingly sad you look whenever he brushes by you in the passing days. when people ask him whats up, he just says the two of you had a minor disagreement but in reality he's testing you.

you've gotta approach him first, in his head. the only thing that throws a wrench in the plans is bakugou.

bakugou thinks kirishimas a fucking idiot by the way. this is VERY important. while you're moping for those few weeks, bakugou pays extra attention to you. when no ones around, he comes sit next to you while you work and just kinda hangs out with you.

part of it is bc he wants a chance to fuck you but another part of it just bc he feels genuinely bad. kirishima doesn't know how to be honest or direct with his feelings and it's clearly affecting you. kirishima does like you... in the way someone like him can. and bakugou believes he needs to be nicer to you bc of that in some way.

he thinks this whole ignoring you thing is gonna make you resent him and that there's other ways to invoke your desperation. he told kiri this many times but it fell on deaf ears so this is his way of solving that.

it.. works. in a way bakugou coming towards you for that period of time works because it gets kirishima to approach you again. he sees the two of you laughing together completely incidentally and when he asks bakugou about why, bkg just smirks and says it's none of his business.

"didn't know you and bakubro were so buddy-buddy," you're packing your stuff up at one of the quiet rooms in the library - completely alone. you wonder how kirishima always finds you in this position - vulnerable. it startles you since it's the first time you've spoken in weeks. he's expecting to see the little frail smile he normally sees on your face but.. really you're just mad. upset.

"what do you want kirishima,"

"woah woah, what's with the attitude,"

it makes you freeze.. why are you showing him attitude exactly?

"y-you've been ignoring me for two weeks," and you can't help but ask yourself what the fuck you're doing "i thought.."

kirishima is supposed to be mad. really he is, but the little pathetic sound of your voice as you explain your feelings to him fills him with a familiar affection for you. god you're so cute, he wants to fuck you raw.

"i didn't think you would notice since you and bakugo seemed to be so close,"

"he was just trying to make me feel better," and your voice is so cute and pathetic. it makes a shiver run up his spine, makes him dizzy as he approaches, towers over you. his hands on your cheek, thumb on your lower lip.

"you were lonely without me, 's that it?"

you look defeated. nodding, you look up at him and confess that you were.

"you get it now right? that we need each other,"

something in your stomach drops but you nod again. and kirishima almost groans knowing how much he's broken you down. perfect and sweet.

"good. good. you get it now, that's all i wanted. don't be mad, mmkay? ill make everything better,"

his promise is gentle on your ears. kirishimas words never match his actions and fucking you is no different. you're not sure how you end up on the carpeted floor, your knees digging and burning as kirishima puts both hands on your hands on your hips.

he tells you that eating you is neccesary but you think he just likes seeing you squirm. feeling his tongue between your folds and spit running down your cunt makes your head feel real light and kirishima spends any time away from your pussy whispering something fucking filthy in your ears. always vulgar and harsh, about how he thought it was so cute to see how distraught you looked without him. how all week he thought about what face you would make if he kept teasing you.

"you like it when 'm mean to you right? want me to bully your cervix too, dont'cha? sit in your fuckin' room all day playin' with your pussy over it, i bet. so cute"

kirishima mounts you when he fucks you. thick thighs over your entire body. it hurts even with the prep but he stays buried to the hilt, grinding his cock right inside of you. you can feel it in your chest, makes you cry out with how it feels. it's so much. so, so much.

it makes you keel over and whine, a soft little "kiri," that makes kirishima feel light-headed.

he fucks into you with force, on his knees in doggy on the floor of the library. but every time kirishima touches you, you lose all sense of shame. when he pulls you to his chest and wraps a hand around your throat, whispers in your ear about how you'll never get rid of him as he pounds into you so fucking shamelessly.

hhngngh and after all of his teasing and only when he's balls deep inside of you can he really praise you proper. it melts your insides when he says it, tells you he likes you and that you're all his and all you gotta do is behave and act right. just get it through that pretty head that he owns you, easy as that.

kirishima is def nicer to you after cumming deep inside of you and making you hold it till you're back to your dorm but his temperment is so easily thrown off. he's still the same old kirishima, mean to you in public and teasin but this time it's with the promise of fucking you dumb.

#bully!kiri #toxic cw #return to sender #a.kirishima #kirishima smut #dark content cw #<- just in case #BARKING AND HOWLING ACTUALLY

[ghosthunterbuck]

like we're trying to burn the night away (part one)

(buddie) (1.1k)

the boxing au that actually several people asked for lol. shout out to anon for the idea, and to @evanbucxley @tulipintulle and @therapyeddie for enabling me <3

Right hook.

Jab. Cross. Jab.

Slip left.

Right uppercut.

Roll.

And– fuck, Eddie stumbles. He throws a wild punch and it hurts, just the way he’d wanted it to. He squares back up to the bag and jabs one, two, three more times. He hits the bag wrong and it swings wide, and he kind of wants to scream.

He aims a kick at the bag, just because he can.

“Rough night?” someone asks, startling Eddie so bad he jumps.

He spares the stranger a glance, but in the shadows of the half-closed gym, it’s hard to make out his face. “You could say that,” he says. “Maddie let you in after close, too?”

The stranger snorts. “Something like that.” He takes a step closer, out of the shadows, and suddenly, Eddie knows exactly who he’s talking to. Evan “Buck” Buckley tilts his head to the side and looks at Eddie quizzically. “Maddie told me she gave someone after-hours access; she didn’t tell me that someone was Eddie Diaz.”

Eddie feels wrongfooted, all of a sudden. He hasn’t been recognized in years, certainly not since he moved to Los Angeles. “You know me?”

Buck shakes his head and grins. “Man, you were my hero when I was a kid. I never did understand why you gave it up.”

“Had a kid of my own,” Eddie shrugs. “He’s more important.”

“How old?” Buck asks. He pulls a wadded up pair of wraps from his pocket and begins to wind one around his wrist.

“Eight,” Eddie says with a small smile.

“You got him in the ring yet?”

Buck’s tone is wry and joking, and it makes Eddie bristle. “My kid can do anything he wants,” he snaps.

“Whoa, sorry, didn’t mean to suggest otherwise,” Buck says, holding his wrapped hands up in surrender.

“No, I’m–” Eddie pulls a glove off and scrubs his hand across his face tiredly. “Sorry. Not your fault. I just–” and suddenly, without warning, Eddie’s spilling his guts to a practical stranger. “His mom just died. And Christopher’s got CP, and my parents– I know they mean well, but they’re always holding him back, and now they want us to move back to Texas, and I’m just–”

“So angry you want to hit something?” Buck suggests.

Eddie lets out a breathy laugh. “Yeah, something like that.”

“Come on,” Buck says, pulling on his gloves and tipping his head towards the ring. “Let’s spar.”

“I couldn’t ask you–”

“You’re not asking, I am. And besides, you look like you could use a punching bag that hits back.”

And the thing is, he’s not wrong, but Eddie still has to ask– “It’s none of my business, but… do I need to worry about hurting you?” He nods towards Buck’s leg.

“Figures you’d know about that,” Buck says with a grimace.

Eddie’s fingers itch to reach out, to lay a comforting hand on a man he’s known less than twenty minutes. “For what it’s worth,” he says instead, “I’m sorry that happened.”

“It was a long time ago,” Buck says, as if two years is enough time to get over having to give up your dreams. “Besides, I’m in shape. Maddie told me you haven’t boxed in years, so seems like you’re the one who’s going to have trouble keeping up,” he smirks.

“Thought you said Maddie didn’t tell you who I was?” Eddie replies with a smirk of his own.

Buck flushes bright red. “Get in the ring, Diaz.”

“After you,” Eddie says with a laugh.

///

Sparring with Buck is the most fun Eddie’s had in years. From the very beginning, they’re in tune, so much so that it feels more like dancing than it does fighting. Buck is excellent, and if it wasn’t for the way he favors his left leg, he’d probably be one of the best.

By the time they’re through, Eddie’s sweaty and exhausted and feels about a hundred pounds lighter.

“Man,” Buck says, breathing heavily, “You’re as good as they always said.”

“Likewise,” Eddie replies before sucking down a greedy gulp of water. “You can have my back any day.”

Buck flushes the same red as before. He ducks his head and looks up through his eyelashes at Eddie. “Or, you– you could have mine.”

Eddie grins and bites his lip. “You want to get something to eat?” he asks impulsively.

“I know just the place,” Buck says in lieu of an answer.

///

The diner is greasy and cheap and exactly what Eddie needs at– jesus, one in the morning.

“So how’d you end up in LA?” Buck asks, popping a fry in his mouth.

“It’s not a happy story.” Eddie shakes his head.

“Tell me anyway?”

There’s nothing but earnestness in Buck’s expression, and so, despite himself, Eddie does. “I got shot,” he says haltingly. “And when they sent me home, everything was a mess. Or– it was a mess before that, really, but I think I was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Shannon, Christopher’s mom, she left, and I was working three jobs just to keep us above water.” Eddie laughs mirthlessly. “My parents sat me down and told me Christopher would be better off without me. Maybe they were right, I don’t know. Anyway, I brought us here for a fresh start.”

“They were wrong,” Buck says, eyes blazing.

“You barely know me,” Eddie replies with a sad smile.

“I don’t have to,” Buck says. “Anyone with eyes could see how much you love that kid. You talk about him like he’s your whole world.”

“He is,” Eddie says simply.

“Then you’re a good dad. A hell of a lot better than mine, anyway.” Buck sits back with a huff and takes an enormous bite of his burger. “A’nyw’y,” he chews, “I go’ a goo’ sense f’r people.”

Eddie can’t help it– he laughs. He laughs, and laughs, until his stomach hurts and he’s afraid he’s going to start crying instead. “I’m really glad I met you,” he says when he finally gets a hold of himself.

“Me too,” Buck says. His smile is soft and genuine, and it strikes Eddie suddenly that this is something he could get used to. Something he wants to get used to.

Maybe he’s punch drunk, or maybe it’s the fact that it's nearing two and he hasn’t eaten food like this in years, but Eddie thinks that this might be it. That all this time, he wasn’t running away, he was running towards something. It’s absurd, because he’s known the man less than twenty four hours, and he’s currently sucking the dregs of his soda loudly through his straw, but Eddie thinks maybe, just maybe, he’s been running towards Buck.

#yeah I have no impulse control and y'all have let me get away with posting at this time of night before sooooo #here's the boxing au that was conceived of like 2 hours ago! #part 2 to come #911 #will post on ao3 when the whole thing is done! #911fic #911 fic #buddie #buddiefic #Evan buckley #Eddie diaz #Abbie writes #fic #will rb with the tag list in a moment! #userceecee