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[lixis-sin-cauldron]

A Birthday Treat [Eraser Head | Shouta Aizawa]

Rating: Explicit 18+ content MINORS DNI.

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa (Eraser Head) X fem!reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Kinks and Warnings: noncon, somnophilia, teacher/student, drugged references.

Summary: Aizawa takes Mic's advice about giving himself a treat for his birthday.

Can also be read on Ao3 here: A Birthday Treat

Big thank you to the @lemons-does-nothing​ for beta reading this. Feel free to reach out to them if you need a Beta too!

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"Shou, you’re supposed to treat yourself on your birthday!” Yamada whined as Aizawa again turned down his suggestion of a birthday celebration.

“Not interested.” The fatigued instructor replied, shutting the bedroom door in the blonde’s face. 

He could still hear muffled words from Yamada trying to argue through the door as he returned to his desk to finish that night’s workload. It was an argument that repeated itself annually and, while sometimes the loudmouth won, Aizawa had zero interest in being dragged around this year.

As the night drew darker, it seemed Yamada was respecting his choice and did not return to continue his birthday debate. At least for now.

As he finished his work, Aizawa sighed, leaning back in his desk chair as he stretched. Glancing at his phone showed that midnight had passed some time ago, indicating it was now Aizawa’s official birthday. He already knew to expect further protests when morning came, but for now, he was able to enjoy the silence.

Treat myself? He laughed at the thought, arm resting over his eyes, there is nothing I have any inter- an image appeared in his mind, contradicting the incomplete statement. There was one thing Aizawa was very interested in. Swallowing at the passing imagery, he attempted to bury it by reaching for his phone to browse for something to distract the thought process that had begun.

Zipper undone and member in hand, he did his best to relieve himself as he watched some preferred videos, breath heavy as he pumped his fist but nothing met the particular itch his brain had this night. With a defeated sigh, he released his aching shaft and stared at his ceiling. What he wouldn’t give to have something real around his cock right now. Lips… soft hands… the warm, wetness of-

“Fuck.” He growled into the empty room, eyes shut tight as he fought the craving he felt. The urge building within.

Yamada’s words flashed into his mind once more as he fought his irritation, his breathing calming as he considered them.

“Treat myself…” he glanced at the balcony of his room and his face went dark with resolve as he fixed his pants and stood, “why the fuck not.”

He moved quickly, taking only a few minutes to reach his destination from the facility dorm. Not wanting to try and explain why he was out so late or why he was moving towards a third-year dorm.

Or how he knew that the lock of a particular balcony door for one room had yet to be fixed. 

Or exactly why he knew that the student in that particular room used sleep aids...

It was best no one caught him to ask such things he thought as he stared at the lovely woman sleeping soundly in her bed, unaware of the teacher standing over her.

Aizawa was silent as he watched the object his recent obsession affection rest, taking in the shape of the form molded around her by the blanket. As if in reaction to his stares, she shifted and the cover fell away revealing the large t-shirt covering her upper body, her chest moving gently as she snoozed.

He could feel his growing arousal as he watched her pert breasts rise and fall. Leaning on the mattress with a knee, he discreetly tugged at the blanket and guided it until only her feet were hidden. To his delight, the tee had ridden up as she slept; revealing the delightful pattern on the panties that hid her treasure from him.

Resisting exploring the new sight, his gaze drifted to her shirt and began to guide its fabric up to reveal more. His breath struggled to remain steady as his fingertips trailed across her skin as he adjusted the shirt's position, watching as more of her flesh appeared.

He snapped away as she shifted in her sleep again, but he returned gingerly as she settled. Hand hovering as he finished his objective, he took in the sight of her bare chest moving in tandem with her breath, begging for his touch. Licking his lips, dry with anticipation, he carefully - almost delicately - brushed his fingers across the tender mounds. 

As the tips of his fingers brushed across her nipples, the peaks began to harden in response. He sucked in a breath at the reaction, yanking his hand back to cover his mouth. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he considered how he should proceed.

While he wanted to take the time to explore every inch of the darling student whose existence had consumed his every thought… he didn’t have that luxury. With no idea how heavy her sleep was or how long her medication would last, she could be awoken by his actions at any moment. He had come this far, it would be a waste to get caught - to ruin everything - if he didn’t get to have some fun.

Now calm, Aizawa leaned closer to cup a breast, massaging the ample flesh while his finger danced the edge of her bare tips; enjoying the sensation of it hardening from his touch. Once he was sure that wasn’t enough to awaken her, he dared to do more. The bed creaked as he came to lay next to her, hand moving to cup the far breast while he blew a subtle breath of air against the aching tip of the nearer one, evoking a nearly muted moan from the woman.

Eager to hear more from his lover, he encapsulated the delicate point with his mouth and sucked gently. His tongue circled the nub while his hand caressed the other tip.

He was nearly ready to erupt right there, finally enjoying her almost enough to send him over the edge. Yet he fought the urge, releasing his mouth from her, looking up at her sleeping face. She had begun to blush at the stimulation he provided which brought a smirk to his lips.

Deciding to press his luck further he released the soft hill, gliding his fingers back down between her legs, slipping underneath the elastic band of the cotton undergarments. A question that had burned in the back of his mind was answered as he felt the curls that carpeted her warmth.

Head resting against her breasts, he relished the exploration of the downy mound until he felt wetness on his fingertips. A struggled groan from the sleeper came as a finger slipped into the slick folds, touching the sensitive nub that was nestled within them. He teased it; circling, rubbing, and pressing against the heat of it. Her breathing became more ragged as he continued. Beneath heavy eyelids her eyes moved, her lips parting to let out small but sweet moans. 

Eyes still on her face, Aizawa captured her nipple in his mouth once again and added to her arousal, desperate to hear more.

Her legs twitched at his encouragement, unconsciously spreading for more. He was happy to abide by the request, his fingers moving from the twitching bud to her depths. He began with a single finger, easily slipping his middle digit into the damp entrance, feeling the pulsating walls of her insides cling to him eagerly.

As he pumped his hand rhythmically within her he concluded that he wasn’t leaving until he filled her properly. No matter the cost.

One finger became two as he began to work on her, spreading her with his fingers to ready her for what would come next. Her body quivered as he found certain spots reacted more than others and soon his pace increased. His lips detached from her breast to readjust for easier movement and to watch her face as he plunged into her, his thumb doing its best to rub the swollen bud above her entrance.

Finally, to Aizawa’s delight, her hip bucked against his hand as her insides tightened around the fingers, threatening to keep them. Her velvet walls shuddered at the release. His breath shook at the feel and sight of her ecstasy, his pants as tight as possible as his body responded to the show.

He withdrew from her slowly, watching for any sign that she was waking up. To his relief, and amazement, she did not stir, chest heaving from the orgasm. He would need to find out her prescription for himself. 

It took all remaining self-control - as little of it as there was - to not rip the thin barrier from between her legs and thrust into her for his own relief but the best course of action was to give her body time to calm down, she would be far too sensitive right now and that could easily wake her. No, he would take a little more time to enjoy her body before he opened his real present.

A low whine came from the bed as he repositioned himself above her as if a cat were crouching over its prey. Fighting the urge to make her suck his fingers clean after toying with her, he instead used his clean hand to grip her chin and position her face to plant soft kisses on her lips, face, and neck. He wanted to enjoy the unspoiled taste of her before he moved on to his next goal.

Once satisfied, he repositioned again; balancing his weight carefully, he sat over her chest while making sure not to apply any pressure. Once sure of the position, he unzipped and reached into his trousers. Purposely using his sullied hand to coat himself in her, he withdrew the swollen member which twitched at the cold air of the room as it was exposed. Precum dripped happily down the shaft, no longer impeded by anything. 

He stroked himself slowly, happy to have some relief from the agonizing pressure that his pants had caused him. He made sure to hold himself just right so he could feel her breath, which had begun to calm, as he stroked. Making sure not to press too hard, he guided the tip to kiss the sleeping girl’s lips. 

A low groan escaped Aizawa as he felt her tenderness and he did nothing to stop the sound, almost wanting her to wake up so he could shove into her mouth to keep her from crying out at the sight of one of UA’s teachers hovering over her with his cock out. However, she didn’t stir as he traced her lips, coating them with his clear liquid.

Curious to see just how far he could go, he guided himself to the part in her lips and applied pressure. There was resistance but soon they parted and the head of his manhood slipped inside. He shuddered as the flesh surrounded the tip, although he could not go too far as he met with the barrier of her teeth he didn’t mind as he angled himself to slide into the pocket of her cheeks. His hips ever so slowly as he pumped into her jaw.

He wanted so badly to reach down and guide her mouth open so he could slip inside, feel her tongue encircle his shaft, the warmth of her throat. The mere thought mixed with the feel of her made him pull out, panting and holding back the urge to cum. As good as it may feel to use her mouth, he had to hold back from his release just a bit longer. He had a goal and if he came now, the clarity of what he had done would drive him to run before fulfilling it.

Needing time to calm down before he blew, Aizawa sat on the edge of the bed and considered his prey. Her face needed to be cleaned off of any remnants of his indulgence, her breast was a bit red but that would fade before morning, and obviously, her clothes would need to be put back once he was done. Nothing else caught his eye as a potential indication of his visit as he created the mental checklist.

Once he had settled down enough to continue his fun, he removed the blanket completely from her and positioned himself between her spread legs. With delicate movements, he took hold of her panties and began to slide them off. Carefully lifting one leg to remove its hold, he left the garment clinging to the other. 

He swallowed at the sight of her legs spread before him, her womanhood exposed. He wanted to play more, to feel her quiver against his tongue and taste her as she came over and over. Yet he knew it was either that or what he really wanted, he wouldn’t be able to handle more with how worked up he was.

Any reservations Aizawa may have had about his current actions faded away as he withdrew the foil package from his pocket. He cursed as it crinkled loudly whilst being opened, even though he knew by now that it wouldn't wake her. Stuffing the wrapper in his pocket, he sheathed his engorged flesh in the rubber. As much as he would prefer to feel her properly, the evidence he would leave behind would be far too obvious.

His body quivered with anticipation as he adjusted himself to prod at the dampness between her legs. Sliding his length up and down her moist slit he counted himself in her dew, grazing the aroused bulb as he grinded. While lube was preferable, it hadn’t been something to consider in his unusually irrational mindset as he rushed from his room. Covering himself in her juices was the best alternative to avoid hurting her. The last thing he ever wanted was to hurt his beloved.

When he was sure he was suitably slick, he directed his head to her dark haven and began to ease himself into her; one hand holding his girth as he guided it while the other hand pressed into her thigh, holding it to assist with his access. A sigh of delight escaped him as her warmth surrounded him, her body tensing at the intrusion. Allowing a few moments of bliss at the penetration he began to slip slowly, inch by incredible inch, inside of her until he felt the end of her depth and could proceed no deeper without causing pain by pressing against her cervix.

“Fuck…” Aizawa moaned in elation as she encompassed his manhood, pulsing and shivering as it tried to accommodate the unknown object. After who knows how long of lusting after her, he was finally one with her, feeling how truly perfect for him she was. 

Now he was inside, he lifted her legs and held them together with one arm, having them find purchase against his shoulder. The action caused her to squeeze tighter around his manhood and encouraged him to continue. Once her legs were secure, he moved; withdrawing himself as much as he could handle before his need propelled him to enter once more. His hips rocked at an agonizingly slow pace as he pumped in and out of her, he stared with adoration as her body swayed oh so tenderly in time with his movements.

Her breasts bounced gently with the rocking and the erotic scene of it only elevated his lust at the sight. He leaned forward against the angle of her legs, pushing them towards their owner, and put his weight on his free hand as it rested near her sleeping form and began to increase his tempo. 

Heavy panting came from the teacher as he fucked the sleeping student, moans and whispers of unintelligible words of affection escaped his lips, his eyes fluttering as he began to lose himself in the feel of her. She trembled as small bouts of pleasure rolled through her as he used her body.

Her shallow breathing began to match his ragged tones as moans slipped from her mouth, darling whines, and soft squeaks of ecstasy as her body reacted to him. Her brow furrowed as her sleep-addled mind tried to process the feelings he was invoking; the bed began to creak as his motions increased and pressed deeper into her, kissing her deepest parts with his cock.

Any fear he held of rousing her no longer mattered to him, he wanted to see her face flush from the bliss he was filling her with. To see her eyes wide and glazed as he plunged into her with abandon. As her face contorted in her sleep, unable to comprehend how her body felt, he wanted to comfort her.

“It’s okay,” he purred in a quiet voice, “it's me, you’re safe.” He moaned, her name tumbling out alongside the reassurances from him as he thrust into her.  Her feet waved above them in his arms as he started to lose his control, falling into the feeling of her heat enveloping him to wring every drop of his love.

Finally, after all the withholding, Aizawa allowed himself release. His body shuddered violently at the feeling that had been denied for so long. A sharp gasp ripped itself from his lips as he climaxed. His head hung as he shook, a black curtain of hair swayed as he let the electricity of it move through him. Beads of sweat rolled down his face, a few drops fell on the exposed chest of the woman he arched over. 

As the feeling subsided, he stared at his slumbering lover and then sighed as he finally leaned back, relieving the pressure of his weight against her quivering legs as he moved and shifted them to lay beside him while he was still inside her tender flesh. 

Combing his fingers through his tangle of hair he brushed the mess back over his head and took in the sight of the woman he had just violated. Her chest heaving, face flush with feelings she couldn’t understand, wet from his sweat and her womanhood drenched with arousal. A momentary glance at the ceiling and a deep sigh of personal resentment, he cautiously pulled from her, careful to keep the overflowing rubber attached as he did so. Once clear of her, he stepped off the bed quickly and entered the bathroom attached to the dorm room. 

Once removed from his tired member, he tied and pocketed the used condom before grabbing a washcloth and returning to the bed.

As delicately as he could, Aizawa wiped down the victim of his abuse and returned her clothes and cover to their original locations. After a final glance around the room to ensure no evidence of his presence remained, he exited quietly while making a mental note to push the maintenance request to repair the lock to high priority.

The next morning Aizawa was doing his best to ignore his friend’s expected berating for refusing to celebrate as they walked to the main building for the day. It was an easy enough task to ignore the leather-clad hero’s ranting due to the overwhelming pounding of his heart filling his head. Anxiety and fear filled him, alongside acceptance, of what he was sure to come as they approached the building.

As they walked, Aizawa’s eyes instantly caught the form of his desire approaching encircled by her typical group of friends. Her group showed no reaction to the sight of them besides the standard greeting towards their teachers.

“Good morning, Aizawa-sensei. Present Mic-sensei.” She spoke, giving the warm smile that made his heart skip whenever he saw it. She gave no sign that her view of him had changed.

The pair replied in kind to the greeting and continued their stroll, Yamada returning to his argument happily.

“I’m just saying-”

“Fine.” Aizawa agreed, cutting Yamada’s tangent off.

“H-huh? Really ?” He asked excitedly, having never once gotten his friend actually to agree before.

“Yeah, whatever…” Aizawa glanced back at the group of students as they drifted away, “I suppose you’re not completely wrong. Treating myself on my birthday isn’t the worst idea.”

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[intoanotherworld23]

Pick Your Battles

Pairing: Reader x Bradley Bradshaw

Warnings: None

Summary: Bradley broke your heart when he accused you of betraying him, and you haven’t seen or spoken to him since. Until you are both called back to Top Gun to help with a dangerous mission that nobody’s ever attempted before

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Part 2

It's been too long since you've seen Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw and the thought of his reaction terrified you. Not knowing how he would feel about you returning to Fightertown. Once you got the letter asking you to return you knew without a doubt Bradley would be there. The two of you didn't end things well the last time you saw each other.

Telling him how you felt and his response was not at all what you thought. He suddenly became angry and upset with you. Slamming the door on the way out as you fell on the couch crying your eyes out. Everyone was worried about you after that, but nobody dared to bring his name up to you.

You've known Bradley since you guys were children. After all you were the daughter of Tom Kazansky aka 'Iceman'. Taking after him and becoming top of your class in Top Gun. Earning the call sign of 'Frostbite'. Also, becoming the only female pilot to have three confirmed air to air strike kills. Your father was a legend amongst pilots and you were becoming one now too.

After you and Bradley graduated it seemed like you two became a lot closer. Everyone could see it except for the two of you, until one day Bradley got upset you went on a date with some other guy. Seeing that side of him had you wanting him closer, and into your arms.

It confused you beyond all doubt since you two were just friends, but then it made you realize your true feelings for him. That's when you decided to confess how you felt about him, after a bottle of wine of course.

Now here you were sitting at the bar of the Hard Deck constantly looking back to seeing when he would come in. Sipping on your beer as you nervously looked around at all different kinds of colors laughing and playing pool or shooting darts.

Wondering if these were the pilots you would be training for this mission. Turning down their offer of leading this mission ever since the accident, and settling for being an instructor instead. Your father was not happy about your choice but understood why you did it. Not wanting to lead another mission where someone else dies.

"You okay hon?" Pennys sweet voice asked when she noticed you staring off into space.

"Oh yeah I'm just thinking." Snapping out of it to look at her. "Obviously too hard huh?"

"He's going to be glad to see you." She knew exactly what and who you were thinking about.

"Yeah right he'll walk through that door and see me and walk right out." Groaning at the image and feeling yourself become saddened at the thought.

"No he won't I bet you he'll see you and have that big smile on his face and give you a big Rooster hug." She smiled at you with reassurance making your lips quirk up. "He cares about you."

"Not enough to reach out to me." Shaking your head as you finished the rest of your drink.

"You could have done the same for him." Raising her eyebrows at you with that look of 'it works both ways'. "You two just need to talk."

Not saying anything you just looked at her watching as she went to go help other patrons. Trying to repeat her words in your head that he missed you just as much as you missed him. Although it would be hard for him to forget you confessing your feelings to him. You just don't let something like that be forgotten.

In the deep part of your mind you couldn't help but think he still was upset and would want nothing to do with you. Then the two of you would have to work on this mission ignoring each other, and acting like enemies.

"Y/N?" Instantly recognizing that voice making you turn around and break from your thoughts.

"Uncle Maverick." Exclaiming as you hopped off the stool to give him a hug. "It's so good to see you."

You've known Pete Mitchell ever since you were little, and he was also your Godfather. He was like family to you and whenever you couldn't go to your father you would go to him. He was proud of you when you graduated from Top Gun, reminded him of being with your father.

Of course you knew of the feud between him and Bradley, but you didn't actually know what it was about. All you know is Maverick did something so badly that he wanted nothing to do with him. Then one day Bradley called you screaming if you knew something about his papers being pulled which of course you didn't, but he didn't believe you and continued to yell at you.

It seems like Bradley will have not only one person he can't stand here.

"It's good to see you too." Pulling back so he could sit next to you waving at Penny a blush on her cheek. "How are you?"

"I'm good I'm good." Nodding your head as you looked at your hands on the bar top. It was a lie. "How about you?"

"Well I can't complain." He gave you a nudge making you playfully roll your eyes with a smile. "I'm assuming you got a letter as well."

"Yeah I did and I was asked to be the lead in it." Once he heard that his eyes went wide a huge smile on his face like a proud father.

"Well shit congratulations I'm happy of you." Clapping a hand on your back your face remained stoic.

"I turned it down." Stating to him before he could get anything else out. "I told them I wouldn't lead this mission."

"Why would you do that?" He asked too quickly and saw the look on your face before nodding. "I get it."

Only a few people knew about the accident including Pete, since your father didn't want it to be a public thing which you were kind of thankful for. Seeing as it traumatized you, and never wanting to ever relive that moment again. Not that you were trying to sweep it under the rug you just didn't want someone reminding you of that day.

All of a sudden you heard a bell ringing and both you and Maverick looked up in confusion. Penny standing there with a huge grin on her face as everyone whooped and hollered in joy. She pointed to a sign that said 'disrespect a woman or a pilot or place your phone on the bar top and you pay for a round'.

Looking down you saw Pete's phone on the bar top making your bend your head back in laughter. He just chuckled with a shake of his head as Penny was then bombarded with men and women at the bar.

"Way to go Uncle Mav." Patting him on the back as you continued to laugh. "I'll have another one Penny."

Handing you a bottle you saw a blonde haired man with thick arms in a khaki uniform that you very much recognized walk you up to the bar. His eyes looking at Pete and then shifted over to you a small smirk on his face.

"Four beers Penny please." Looking over to Pete briefly before grabbing his drinks handing them over.

"There ya go." Giving her wonderful smile the mans gaze still lingering on you.

"Thanks hon." He then looked back to Pete. "Thanks for the drinks pops." Giving a wink before he turned around walking back to the other pilots.

"I'll be right back." Hopping off the stool as you headed to the restroom glancing over at the blonde man to see his eyes on you.

The other three guys he was with all looked over to what he was looking at. You hated when people stared at you like that even if they didn't know who you were. Just wanting to keep your last name from being revealed to anybody for as long as possible.

Looking away you went into the bathroom stepping in front of the mirror placing your hands on either side of the sink. Staring at yourself asking yourself if you could really do this.

Could you handle the pressure of this mission? Could you handle being around someone that you love who doesn't feel the same? Starting to doubt yourself even more now, but reminding yourself of Penny's words.

Splashing cold water on your neck you gathered yourself quickly before heading out the door. Glancing around you noticed that name blonde haired man now standing in front of you. His eyes glanced you up and down taking in your torn jeans and white tank top.

"Hi there darlin." He said twirling a toothpick between his white teeth. "What's your name?"

Ah he clearly didn't recognize you and had no idea who you are then. Maybe you could have some fun with this.

"My names Y/N." His hand lifted up to grab yours in a shake you didn't bother to give him your last name since it would give away too much.

"The names Jake Seresin." Stating with such pride it almost made you roll your eyes. "Call sign Hangman."

"Hangman?" Repeating with a confused look on your face but he just smiled.

"You ever meet a pilot in person?" Shaking your head playing the stupid girl he probably thought you were.

"Well todays your lucky day sweetheart." He stepped closer to you this time. "I happen to be the best pilot there is."

This guy needed an ego check or something surprised his head hasn't exploded yet from thinking too highly of himself. Never the less you decided to go along with whatever game he was playing.

"Is that so?" Asking him crossing your arms over your chest his eyes glancing down briefly before smiling at you.

"Come join me and my fellow pilots." Placing his hand on your back leading you over to a group of khaki uniformed pilots playing pool.

"Guys this here is Y/N." He introduced you making everyone's eyes gaze over to you.

"Hi." Squeaking out like you were some shy little girl feeling utterly stupid.

"This is Coyote, Payback, Fanboy, Phoenix and Bob." Pointing to everyone each of them giving you a wave or smile.

These were probably all the pilots that you were going to help train on this mission. It absolutely terrified you how many lives you were potentially holding in your hands. A part of you feeling bad for not voicing who you actually were, but you didn't want the looks and questions who knew they would ask.

"Still bothering innocent women I see?" The girl Phoenix spoke up making everyone laugh.

"Couldn't help myself Phoenix." Pulling you closer to him making you a little bit uncomfortable. "She's a beautiful woman."

"Which doesn't make sense as to how you got her?" Fanboy joined in everyone nodding their heads in agreement.

"Yeah she doesn't know who you really are." Phoenix responded as she looked at you.

"Judging by the call sign I think I know everything I need to." Your voice ringing out making the others look at you with wide grins and laughter.

"Ouch darlin you hurt me." Placing a hand over his heart acting fake wounded.

"Besides I only go for real talented pilots." Your words had everyone's mouth wide open hollering.

Typically you were as tough as nails and always spoke your mind. In order to keep up this charade of being a normal person you kept your real personality down a few notches. Just wait until the next morning when they would see you, and you just couldn't wait for their reactions.

"I like her." Phoenix said and everyone nodded in agreement making you smile.

"Are you a pilot or?" Coyote asked once everyone quieted down.

Before you could respond your gaze wondered over to the front door watching as a couple people walked in. The person in front who you immediately recognized as Bradley. Wearing an old Hawaiian shirt with a white tank and faded blue jeans. A pair of aviators shielding you from his eyes.

He was a lot bigger the last time you saw him, and certainly looked better looking than the last time. Feeling yourself starting to drool as you looked him feeling like a creep for just staring at him. Thankfully he didn't even see you otherwise you would have been incredible embarrassed.

Something that was definitely different about him was the mustache he was rockin. He definitely didn't have that the last time you saw him, and you gotta admit he looked really good wearing it. He looked just like his dad which made you smile at the thought.

The butterflies in your stomach had you feel lightheaded and flustered. Your full attention was on him watching as he greeted a couple people before his gaze turned over to your group. Feeling your nerves get the better of you you tried shielding yourself from his view.

Not wanting to be seen as you saw him walking towards your group. He still hadn't seen you yet which you were thankful for. Maybe you could sneak away without being seen, and you could avoid the awkward conversation.

Shielding your face by Jake's side when he was literally just a few feet from you talking to the other pilots. Hearing his voice had your heart fluttering and you wanted nothing more than to say something and run into his arms.

"Bradshaw." Hangman greeted with a smirk making Bradley look over in your direction. "As I live in breathe."

"Hangman." He responded back with slight tone animosity making it known the two didn't exactly like each other. "You look... good."

"Oh I'm good I'm very good." His cocky tone was really starting to get to you feeling an arm wrap around your waist.

Quickly glancing your eyes over without moving your head watching him as he leaned against a pole placing his hands in front of him.

"Thought they wanted the best of the best." Bradley shot back at him making you smile into Jake's arm.

The pair just stared at each other like there was a silent war going on between them. The group looked between the two waiting for someone to speak first. Things were becoming too much for you and you just wanted to get out of there. Until you felt someone staring at you.

"Whose your victim tonight?" His words had your stomach drop feeling dread take over your body.

"This gorgeous girl is Y/N." Holding you to his side like you were some sort of prize. "She's never met a pilot in real life."

Keeping your face hidden hoping he wouldn't recognize you or act like he didn't know who you were. Glancing over you made immediate eye contact with him and you watched his lip twitch instantly recognizing you. His eyes looking to Hangman's arm around your waist making his hand ball into a fist.

You were still just as beautiful since he saw you last. Beating himself up for how he left things with you, and not telling you how he felt. Once he was told his papers were pulled he accused you of knowing and not saying anything to stop it to which he felt betrayed.

"Really?" He asked not taking his eyes off you his jaw clenching for multiple reasons.

"Figured if she were to meet a pilot it should be the best there is." He said cockily making your roll your eyes this time.

"But you aren't the best pilot." Bradley responded back making you and others chuckle. "She is."

Your eyes went wide not knowing who he was talking about maybe hoping he was talking about the other woman Phoenix instead. That wasn't the case though when you were completely unaware that he was pointing to you. Slowly moving your head to look at him his eyes solely on you.

He had this look on his face that would couldn't make out. Until you saw that look in his eye that told you he was about to blow your cover. Please Bradley don't you mouthed to him, and he just smirked.

"Yeah right and I'm Superman." Hangman joked not noticing how you were now frozen in place.

"God your such an idiot Hangman." At first you didn't know who he was talking to. "You clearly don't know who this is do you?"

Feeling everyone look over at you as you continued to stare at him shaking your head at him begging him not to tell. Judging by the look on his face you knew what he was about to do to you.

Your breathing was becoming very heavy and shallow. The air in your lungs was becoming restricted and you could feel your palms sweating waiting for him to spill the beans. The glancing from you to Bradley waiting in anticipation.

"What are you talking about?" Phoenix spoke up as Jake continued to stare at him a confused look on his face.

"Who is she?" Someone else said but you didn't know who.

"Your little date over there is a pilot herself." Jake snapped his head down to look at you an angry look on your face.

"Her names Y/N Kazansky daughter of Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky." Soon as they heard your last name some of them gasped or their eyes went wide in shock. "Call sign 'Frostbite."

"Holy shit." Hearing someone say as you now felt all eyes on you, but your focus was on the man with the mustache glaring at him feeling like steam was coming off your body.

"You two know each other then?" Bob asked really speaking for the first time that night.

"Unfortunately." His words had you wincing and your heart slowly breaking at how horribly he was treating you.

Once Bradley saw your reaction he felt bad but he couldn't take them back. A part of him wanted to walk up to you and hold you and tell you he was sorry he knew it wouldn't fix everything. Even though the group was going to find out eventually you wanted it to be on your terms, and not through Bradley who did it out of spite and possibly hatred.

Before anyone else could say anything you tore yourself away from the group, and practically zoomed out of there. Feeling a tear running down your cheek Penny watching with concern making Maverick turn around to look as well.

One things for sure that you know now. Bradley Bradshaw hates you.

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[hisui-dreamer]

aaaaah my heart died of tenderness with rook's hdcns with lipstick buuut now I beg you plss ;u; I need one the same but with vil schoenheit plsss ksjsks I also want to fill vil's face with kisses (/ u \)

the queen's markings

Pairing: Vil Schoenheit x gn!reader

Synopsis: he wouldn't lose a competition in something he's an expert in, but it's more fun than he expected

Tags: established relationship, kissing, lipstick marks, crack, bot proofread

Word count: 491

Notes: happy birthday @v-anrouge! i hope this vil fluff brightens your day aster, thank you for always bringing fun energy into my feed hahaha (⁠っ⁠.⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠っ

rook's part here!✧Masterlist

The rules are simple: you would take turns with a one-minute timeframe to shower the other with kisses and leave lipstick marks behind. The one who leaves the most marks by the end of the game would win.

really??? that's such a messy idea?? and you're just making a mess that you'll have to clean up later

if you wanted to kiss him, you should've just said so ;)

Vil doesn't really get the appeal when you tell him the idea

but once he agrees, as with everything, he's very meticulous about it, deliberately choosing the perfect lipstick that would transfer well and match your skin tone

he wears makeup so often, he's basically an expert in the transferability and durability of makeup

only usually he's trying not to get his lipstick smeared

but when it's your turn, he can't deny he enjoys having you place kiss after kiss on him

though the stickiness of the lipstick is a bit messy, he loves the warmth of your breath against his skin, accompanied by the gentle touch of their lips

there's a proud smile on his face as you litter his face with kisses

surprisingly, the game is really relaxing, although he could really do without the messiness

when it's his turn, his posture straightens slightly while he scans your face to see where to start with each delicate touch of his lips, he strategically places precise and vibrant lipstick marks, ensuring maximum impact and coverage

he pays attention to every detail, from the angle of his kisses to the intensity of his affection

he moves swiftly, yet with calculated precision, ensuring that no spot on your face is left untouched

aaand ding ding! when times up, he steps back a bit, his chest rising and falling with a mixture of excitement and satisfaction as he admires your flushed face

he shouldn't find it attractive really, it's messy and sticky and gosh he hopes it doesn't leave a stain, but he can't deny how satisfied he feels having so thoroughly marked you, and how alluring you look in the moment

the two of you definitely take pictures together to commemorate

he's never going to show anyone this picture, he's the only one who can see how beautiful you are

he's very likely to win, he knows the ins and outs of his makeup, so he definitely has an advantage there

okay, it's cleansing time

if you clean your face properly, he'll pamper you with a little skin care/spa session

"Darling, if you desired my kisses, a direct request would have sufficed," Vil smiles teasingly, tilting your cheek upwards. "I suppose I can partake in this game, but I don't quite understand the appeal."

He takes a moment to appreciate the sight of you covered in his meticulously placed lipstick marks, a mix of pride and affection evident in his expression. "Ah, my dear, you wear my affection so well," Vil murmurs, his voice infused with a sense of satisfaction.

"Now, it is imperative that we clean up properly. It is essential in maintaining the health and radiance of our skin," he says, his voice carrying an air of authority. "Come, I prepared some face masks for us to enjoy."

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[alieinthemorning]

Tired of Me Yet? | Leona Kingscholar

Content: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Established Relationship, Happy Birthday Leona!

Pronouns: None

Reblogs: Let me know that you enjoy my work and want to see more, so don't forget to like and reblog (and comment in the tags. I love seeing people’s rambles in the tags)!

“Are you tired of him yet?” 

You were in Heartslabyul’s lounge, studying for an upcoming exam with the help of Riddle, Trey and Cater (mainly Riddle and Trey). 

Cater, who had been scrolling through Magicam, suddenly asked you that question. 

“Tired of who?” You knew who he meant, but you decided to play dumb.

“Come on—you know who.” He slung a hand over your shoulder. “I was scrolling through your feed, and like, I see all these cute pictures of you, but none of your boo—”

You rolled your eyes. “You know that he doesn’t care for all that—”

“But what about you? Don’t you care?” He pushed. “I mean—you’re dating a prince!”

You sighed. “So doesn’t that mean that what I’m doing makes sense.” 

He nodded. “Sure, sure—but he literally just posted an hour ago.” He shoved his phone on your nose.

The picture was candid, Leona was looking outward to the horizon. His face was relaxed and his lips were slightly upturned. 

You smiled. 

“Cater, either get back to studying or leave.” Riddle scolded him. 

“My B, Riddle.” He shifted back into his seat. 

You spent the rest of your time thinking about what exactly had Leona smiling like that. 

“Okay guys, I’m gonna go now—bye!” It was halfway through lunch and knew Leona was getting impatient (and so were you, you wanted to see him now).

“You’re deliverin’ his food again?” Jack asked, scratching the back of his head. “Aren’t you tired of doing that for him?” 

You frowned. “Is there an issue with me going to spend time with my partner?” 

“No, I don’t mean like that. I just mean—” 

You cut him off. “The issue is me bringing him the food. Okay, but why wasn’t it an issue when Ruggie did it?”

“Because Ruggie had a motive.” Epel, surprisingly, answered. “He’s got me caught up on shi—stuff before.” He rolled his eyes, frowning bitterly. 

“So, I have to have a motive to see my partner?”

“I think what they mean,” Ortho began, “is that they feel like you’re being used by Leona Kingscholar and they don’t like that.”

Your frown lessened a bit. You guess you understood where they were coming from. Epel knew Leona from Magishift, and from what you’ve heard he could be pretty stringent. Jack knew him as his Dorm Leader, someone who had saved his bushy tail from getting jumped by 30 of his peers, but he did let him get beat on a bit before he stepped in (beat the lesson in his head literally). And Ortho mainly knew him from information gathered online, other students' words-of-mouth testimonies and his brother, Idia’s ramblings and tangents. 

You held back a sigh, instead choosing to smile. “I get it. Thanks for worrying about me, but I’m fine—we’re fine.” 

Yes, you were fine. 

“Alone again?” Your lips flattened at the question. 

After your last exam of the day, you decided that you were going to treat yourself to the new drink at the Monstro Lounge.

Or at least you were attempting to. 

Jade had been suspiciously waiting on you more than the rest of the customers, and you knew that this was for some other reason than good customer service because now Azul had decided to grace you with his presence. 

“That Leona Kingscholar, I can’t believe that he would leave you here all by your lonesome…” He placed a hand over his chest. “Aren’t you tired of him, my dear?”

You stood, shoving the thaumarks against his chest. “The drink was wonderful.” You spit, stepping past him and out the lounge. 

You weren’t going to listen to his shit. 

“Yo! The party has arrived!” Ace called as he and Deuce entered Ramshackle. After the Halloween incident, Ace had basically bullied Crowley into giving him (and a few trusted others) a spare set of keys.

“Why is it so quiet…?” Deuce wondered as the two entered the common room. 

“...with Leona…” Grim answered through a yawn. 

Ace groaned, plopping down on the couch. “Lammee. We already had this planned out.”

“Maybe the Perfect forgot?” Deuce supplied. “We did just finish our back-to-back exams.” 

“Nah, got a call from Leona…didn’t hear what he said, but …myrah rushed out the door before I could ask.”  He rolled over on his back, pawing at his belly. “I’m used to it.” 

“Used to it?” Ace raised a brow. “This happen often?” 

“Yeah” He shrugged. 

“Really? Are you really okay with that, Grim?” Deuce asked, peering over at Grim whose face truly didn’t give anything away.

“You sure you’re okay with being left here alone so often?” Ace pushed, “Aren’t you tired of that?”

He shrugged. “My hench-human is happy, so I’m happy.” He paused, then smirked wide. “Plus I was given the okay to eat whatever I wanted. Nyehhehe!” 

Deuce sighed and shook his head while Ace stood, nodding toward the door. 

“Well come on then, you can crash with us tonight.” He smirked. “We might even be able to get Trey to make us some sweets.”

“Tired of me yet?” Out of all the people to ask—

You were surprised that it took this long. 

You sighed (you had been sighing a lot lately), a bit more huffy than you meant. “No.”

You were currently lounging in Leona’s room after dealing with Rook and Floyd who had been lingering around the Savanaclaw Mirror. For some reason the two were more susceptible to your words, so after a short exchange they vacated the area. 

Leona, who was laying with his head in your lap (fighting off the rumble in his chest as your fingers carded through his hair), stared at you, but said nothing. 

You closed your eyes, scared of looking past the surface of the chartreuse gaze. “Sorry, it’s just ...I've been asked that a lot lately.” 

“Oh? Small world…” His voice was flat, but your ears didn’t miss the way that it started off breathy. “Well, if that’s the case then—” He started to raise up, but you pushed him back down gently. 

“I sent them straight, don't worry. Cater was confused about why we don’t have any pictures up on my Magicam, but I’m okay with that— I know how you don’t like taking pictures like that.

“Jack, Epel and Ortho—well mainly Jack— was worried that me taking food to you was like you were trying to take advantage of me. Like I had become your new Ruggie, but with more benefits.

“And then Azul.” Your lip curled, eyes snapping open. “Fuck him especially.” 

“What did he say?” There was an obvious edge to his tone. 

You rolled your eyes. “He didn’t say much, but ugh! It’s just the way that he talks—oh I wanna punch him.”

“Snrk!” The snort became full blown laughter that had his chest rumbling. “You’re gonna punch, Cephalo-punk?”

“I just might, yeah.” You nodded at him.

He fell quiet again, gaze searching yours. Then the corners of his mouth dropped and he sighed. 

“There does need to be change.” He sat up, this time with no push back from you. He adjusted himself to face you full then grabbed your hands. “Do you want pics of us on your Magicam? In general?” 

You pursed your lips then nodded. “...I’d like that yeah.” 

“Okay I can try to do that. I can also come and get my own lunch, but you best believe that I’ll be taking you back out with me.” 

You bit your lip, trying to fight up the growing smile. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Oh! But what about Grim?” Leona raised a brow, so you continued. “I can’t just keep leaving him by himself. He’s basically a kid…”

At the mention of the word ‘kid’ his face scrunched up, he relented regardless. “Yeah, I get it. I guess I can come over there and—”

“And spend the night? I mean we have been working on those guest rooms and there’s plenty of them and I think it would be if you—” 

Warm, supple lips pressed against your own, making you putty against it. 

“Let’s go shopping this weekend for my stuff, alright?” 

“Tired of me yet?”

“After all these years?” You paused as you tapped a finger against your lips, the glint of the metal wrapped around it glittering in the morning sun. “Of course not. If anything, I yearn more for you.” 

“You are so corny.” He said through a bubble of laughter.

You grabbed his face, gently pulling him to yours and enveloped him in a kiss. 

“Happy birthday, My King.”

Y'ALL ALREADY KNEW THAT I HAD TO WRAP AROUND (WRAP. AROUND.) TO THE FOREVERMORE SERIES

I didn't mean to tho. I meant to just keep this in the present, but King Leona bullied his way into this.

Anyway, ion where this is in the timeline (is there even a timeline), but this happened at some point ig lol

Uh anyway-anyway,

Happy birthday, stink!

I GOT HIM I GOT HIM I GOT HIM AAAAAAAAA (I almost got all the standard Leona cards actually...)

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[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Engagement ||

Matt Murdock x gn reader

Tags/warnings: mild angst, mild smut, meta, sorry not sorry I had to!!! 😂

As always, I adore and appreciate any comments, reblogs, etc and I'm extremely thankful to you for reading my fics!

~

Matt's arms tighten around you as you lie snuggled up together in bed. He can pick up on your disconnected mood from your elevated heart rate and the way he hears your breathing change every time you think about saying something and then stop yourself.

"You know you can talk to me, if something's wrong." He says quietly.

You take a deep inhale, sighing it out as you nuzzle into his t-shirt at his shoulder. "I know," you reply, choosing to ignore the invitation to unload.

He pushes a little harder in response. "Sweetie, you've been off for a while now, you think I hadn't noticed?"

"Urgh. It's stupid."

He turns his head to kiss you on the top of your head, giving you another squeeze. "I'm sure it's not, and talking about might help? If you want."

You huff out another sigh. "I dunno, I've kind of talked it over with others but it doesn't seem to make any difference. I'm not sure it's something I can fix."

Concern washes over Matt's features. "Is– is it something I've done? Or not done?" He gently takes your face in his hands. "Sweetheart, you'd tell me if it was me wouldn't you? I'd want you to."

You smile, bringing your hand up to stroke through his soft, messy hair. "Of course I would, and no it's nothing you've done, so don't fret."

The worry melts from his brow. "Alright, but c'mon, try me. I'm sure we can do something about whatever it is that's got you down."

"Well… it's work related. I'm not getting anywhere near as much feedback on my stuff as I used to. You know how in the creative sector we kinda thrive on others sharing our work to bring it to the attention of others? I've been feeling for a while now that the sense of community that we had has just sort of disappeared. People don't seem to want to interact that much with what we make."

Matt groans. "Baby, is this about the lack of reblogs on Tumblr again? "

You can't help frowning. "It is." You admit.

He smiles and rolls over to cage you underneath him. "I could make you forget about it, for a while at least?"

"Matty!" You push him off with a frustrated sigh. "Are you honestly trying to distract me with sex? You know how important this is to me."

"I know, I'm sorry. I don't mean to trivialise the issue, I just thought I could take your mind off it, maybe make you feel better."

"So kind and selfless of you…" you smirk as he starts to kiss along the column of your neck.

"I try." He smiles. "Anyway, you were saying? And I'm gonna keep kissing you."

"Fine. Okay, so I know that I should create for myself and not for other people…"

"But it's nice to get some recognition, right?" You nod as Matt holds himself over you again continuing to make his way down your neck towards your collarbones.

"Right. I really do appreciate the likes, but if people are just 'liking' my work without sharing it, that means it just ends up dead in the water. No-one else really gets the chance to enjoy it."

"Any idea why they are not sharing?" Matt asks, lightly stroking your side.

"I dunno, maybe they're not familiar with how the site works, that it doesn't have an algorithm? Maybe they're embarrassed to let other people see what they're looking at? Especially if it's something a bit risqué."

Matt hums. "Yeah but didn't you tell me before that they could just create a sideblog that's not associated with their main account, and reblog things they like using that and no one would be any wiser?'

"Exactly! And anyway, it's not like everyone doesn't enjoy looking at and reading porn…"

Matt lifts his head up, a slight sly smile pulling up the corner of his mouth. "Mm true. So what else are you sad about?"

You sigh again. You can't seem to stop yourself.

"Well, people aren't commenting on works either. There's rarely any discussion, I mean even just a manic keyboard smash would be amazing for an artist to see in their notifications, but there's barely even that anymore. Commenting on a stranger's fan works is so much fun, it can really bring people together!"

"That's how a great community grows isn't it?" Matt asks you.

"Yep, and you end up making so many friends you would never have thought. I miss that aspect of it a lot."

Matt's swiftly moving down to lavish attention over your chest, and you momentarily lose your train of thought as his lips brush over your nipple. "And have you brought people's attention to this problem?"

"Of course! Many other creators have explained why reblogs and sharing are so important in eloquently written PSAs, but I guess that the target audience must not see them because they're perhaps only looking at the stories and fanart from tags and they maybe don't see the other dashboard posts. I dunno."

Matt starts to lick an achingly slow intimate path down your stomach and you feel heat spreading throughout your body, your heart rate now elevated for quite a different reason. Then suddenly, he stops.

"Have you thought about maybe incorporating the message into one of your creations? Maybe that might reach the intended audience better."

You close your eyes as you consider the idea. He shifts further down the bed and you allow him to spread your thighs apart and slot his shoulders inbetween.

"Mm, well… that's- actually that's a good idea. I mean, it can't hurt to try, can it? You're the devil on my shoulder Matty."

"Exactly. But leave it till tomorrow sweetheart. Right now this devil wants to make you feel good."

You bite down on your lip as he flashes you a smoldering look before ducking down to make good on his promise.

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[pyromegalomaniac]

Well, I keep imagining the reader before being taken by Yandere wally to his world, had a date with someone had a crush on the reader at her house, but imagine the reader and the guy on the date kissing and going to some more spicy places TV or computer out of nowhere turned on and had Wally looking not too happy about it… What would happen?

Such a good idea, anon... I really like yandere and generally threatening Wally, so this is gonna be fun to write. >:) I will say that this'll be a gn reader, since you mentioned them as she. Just letting you know!! I also separated the story this time, since it ended up being extra long and I decided to write with my laptop this time instead of my phone!! Enjoy!!

(♡˙︶˙♡)

Eyes Glued to the Screen🍎📺

(some spicy themes ahead, reader be aware!!!)

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Aspen was using the bathroom, and I sat on my phone scrolling tumblr as I waited for him in our booth. The waiter had already taken our bill, and I was just waiting for my date to get back so we could go.

I decided to check up on that website about the hunt for that lost media show for updates, but no luck. When I'd first heard about it awhile ago, I was immediately enamored. The characters were so charming, and they reminded me so much of the Muppets. I really hoped they'd be able to find some of the actual show soon. So far all they'd found was some old merch and some scripts.

My favorite was a little yellow puppet with a fancy blue hairstyle that supposedly talked to the viewer, Wally Darling. He was just so classy. It was adorable!

I was just finishing putting the tags on a reblog of some fanart when Aspen walked back to our table.

"Ready to go?" He smiled.

"Yep," I replied, shoving my phone in my pocket and standing up after I hit "post".

I took his hand and we left the restaurant, stepping into the chilly evening air just as the sun was going down. We started walking down to my apartment, stopping at a little general store on the way when it started raining. It had already been drizzling, which neither of us minded, but the raindrops were big and fat now, and we didn't have an umbrella.

We tried to wait it out, but after fifteen minuets we just gave up and bought an umbrella to share.

"Dammit, I'm sorry about this," I said as we walked back to my apartment. "I looked at the weather before our date and I thought it'd be over by the time we were done. I-"

"Hey, hey," said Aspen. "You don't gotta put yourself down like that. I didn't bring an umbrella, did I?" He chuckled sweetly, and it really did make me feel better. He was such a little sweetheart.

I should get him some flowers sometime.

We got to my apartment and shed our wet coats, leaving them on hooks. The rain was really coming down now, picking up even more. I wondered vaguely if that was thunder that I heard just now.

We left our shoes on a towel by the door, and I went to go change from my jeans to my sweatpants.

"I'll be back in just a minute~" I called over my shoulder. "Go ahead and start the movie."

I disappeared into my room and undid my belt. I was just putting it away when I heard my phone vibrate on the table. I picked it up to see a text from a number I didn't recognize.

"You didn't forget me, did you?"

I shook my head, assuming it was a wrong number. I had my pants off and was folding them up when I got another text. This time, it was an image. It was hard to tell because it was so dark, but it looked like the vague shape of a face, but the eyes were easiest to make out. It was hard to miss, actually, since they seemed to be able to actually see me.

I was tying up my sweatpants when I got the third text. My curiosity got the best of me, and I opened up the audio message. There was an odd monotone voice speaking to me from... somewhere. The audio quality was... poor.

"Why... why don't you answer me? I can see you. Can't you see me anymore? Just leave him alone. Just leave him. Don't look at him... just look at me... y/n."

It was hard to hear because of the bad audio and because it was whispered, but the voice knew my name somehow. It knew me. It wasn't a wrong number. I could feel the hair rising on my neck...

I jumped almost ten feet in the air when the thunder and lightning crashed outside, stopping myself from shrieking just in time.

I blocked the number and headed outside.

"Hey," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Has the Doc showed him the Delorian yet?"

"Nope, but he's about to," said Aspen, scooting over. "Come sit. I got a nice blanket for us to cuddle in."

I sat next to him in the blanket, and after a while he started leaning on me, and I put my arm around him. I slid my hand down his back and casually made my way under his shirt, and he scooted closer.

Before we could get any more intimate, a roll of thunder crashed outside and a flash of lightning lit up the room in a blinding bright white.

When it was over, all the lamps we had on before were off, and the tv was too.

"Looks like the storm hit the power," I sighed. I got up to go check the tv, and Aspen pulled the blanket close to him.

"I hope it doesn't get too cold in here with the heater not working," he muttered.

I could think of one or two ways we could warm up.

As I bent down to the tv to see if I could do anything with it, it turned on again, displaying nothing but static and some loud static sounds. I tried fiddling with it, but I couldn't get that noise to turn down.

But... were those words in the static? Or was I just hearing things? I bent down as close as I could to hear, and I could've sworn I saw those same eyes that I saw in the text.

"Y/n... you see me now, don't you? Oh, good. We can see each other again."

I froze in fear at hearing that ominous voice again, this time from the tv. It was so quiet, I was certain Aspen couldn't hear.

The eyes became clearer too.

"My, my... I do think I'll just have to take you back with me. Won't that be wonderful, my dear?"

The static seemed to part like a curtain and he pulled himself through, grabbing me by the shoulders.

"Let's go, sweetheart!"

The last thing I heard was Aspen's scream as I was pulled through to the other side.

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Ooooh, spooky, isn't it?? Ha, Wally is such a little weirdo. I love him sm!! Sorry if this took a bit of time, anon. I hope you liked it, and thanks for requesting this!! It was fun to write, and I look forward to doing more in the future!! Much love!!

ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ

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[shivunin]

Fan Work Friday Saturday

Rules: If you're tagged, MAKE A NEW POST and showcase one fanartist or fanfic you recommend (with links), and tag someone to give their recs next! Don't forget to reblog the rec you were tagged in!

Thank you for the tag @dreadfutures! I think this is a fantastic idea c: I am also going to do one of each!

Fanartist: @ndostairlyrium

I think the first piece of art I saw from Ali was this piece of her Inquisitor Ankh and I was floored! She has such a talent for tucking as much color and detail as possible into every piece. The way she draws expressions is incredibly compelling to me and the piece she made of Fenris and my Hawke (above) continues to bring me infinite joy. Just a genuinely funny, kind, and incredibly skilled person who's made just so many DA art pieces that I love!

You can find her commission info here or check out her DA blog here c:

Fanfic: Portrait of a Man by Dulcidyne

Rating: T Words: 3,136 Pairing: Cullen/Inquisitor Trevelyan Summary: It was an excellent painting: the man in it heroic, his face imposing to the point of intimidation. She opened her mouth to say that it looked nothing at all like Cullen but stopped and realized that it did look like Cullen the way most people saw him--the way she had seen him when they first met under a sky tattered and full of demons: a soldier, a leader, a man devoted to a cause, a man incapable of smiling probably.

This is one of my favorite Cullen fics! I love anything that delves into the tension between public and private perceptions for those who've been forced into a very public position (as the Inquisitor has been). This piece is one of those short fics that you immediately scroll back up to the top and read again. It's sweet, it's funny, it made me think, and I've read it many times!

(Also, this author has written some of my favorite Mass Effect fic too: Big, Dramatic Love Confession (Explicit; set in ME3) and Experiments in Diplomacy (T; Andromeda), the latter of which is just. man. so beautifully written)

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Tagging: @greypetrel @inquisimer @dungeons-and-dragon-age @blightbear @vakarians-babe @star--nymph @herearedragons @zenstrike @daggerbean @nightwardenminthara @pinayelf please give me your recs!

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[kanene-yaaay]

The Time

Heya heyaaa

Oof, thing feel really serious when I put a title javagcwwuvwdodj but! It's a proper moment to use a title here, I think. After all, I came to say goodbye.

Yeah, who would think ahfwtwcev

I have been thinking and pondering about this for some months now, since June when That Stuff happened and I had to jump away from here and uhhh it feels corny to say that but a lot of things changed to me and I changed a lot together with everything too.

So, I think it's my time to let this blog go. Not because I feel bad about it now or anything but... I am no longer that attached to tickling to maintain it. It's still cute, playful and comforting, but it is now a part of a lot of other things that are just as cute, playful and comforting to me.

This blog had a good run and I'm incredibly grateful because of it. Six entire years, if I am not mistaken, and I won't delete it anytime soon so the numbers will keep going! For as long as it wants or it is allowed to. All my fics, my headcanons, my rambles and reblogs will stay here because I don't want nor have the heart to delete it. There are such amazing, wonderful and well created arts and stories in this community that deserve all the attention and all the screams.

And! Talking about that! The people! I would like to say the biggest and most heartful thank you that you could ever imagine. Full of big hugs and smiles. I've met awesome people here that I will forever hold dear in my heart. Thank you for the company and the fun and for being so lovely and inspiring to me, all of you. It doesn't matter if we talked for years or minutes, thank you very much. It was so cool! @oliviaischillin1204, @august-anon, @flames-tstuff, @soft--valentine, @honeydew-sillies, @carrie-tate, @trashyswitch, @rosileeduckie, @squeaky-n-blushy, @why-not-a-tickle-blog, @thetickleeraven, @a-fluffer-nutter, @fluffyskies, @just-open-the-fridge-yo, @fluffystuffies, @ijustliketickling, @veryblushyswitch also everyone that is no longer in the community. If you see this, I remember you! Big hug!

And thank you so much for all of you that supported my blog and my work in any and every way. Commenting, reblogging, liking, sending askys about it... It really meant (and means!) a whole lot to me and Def is one of the reasons that kept me creating for so so long and so so much. It was the reason I stopped feeling so self conscious about my English and helped me to try new things and scenarios. Please accept this cookie as a token of my appreciation 🍪 I love to see all of your rambles or just your icon appearing on my notifs.

Also, how could I ever forget the artists and writers that make this community such a fun and colorful space? All the thanks and all the screams and rambles to all of you. Creating is so hard and yet you just come here and do such a wonderful job! How dare! I still think about your creations in my daily life, believe me ahcwgwxwhwcwfcw @ticklepinions, @intheticklecloset, @jettorii, @ssnicker-doodles, @giggly-squiggily, @simplysmilingdrew, @tiklart, @otomiyaa, @verynickelpizzarascal, @fbpanimations and much much more, tbh all the beans that I got shy to tag kjhgfdefghj

Hmmm, I think that this is what I wanted to say. To be honest, writing fics w tickling in it still feels comfortable and cool, so I will probably appear from one year or other to post something and vanish again ahfwtwxwowyq but yeah, can't really say that there will be much interaction besides that. I had that Big Post full of arts and fics that I love that I wanted to post before going but no energy dfghjhgf maybe one day I will finish it and post oh well

Anyway. One of the things that I always tried to bring here was that every creator should have at least one nice comment soooo if ! You think about me or this blog! Consider giving a comment or a quick rb to some artist/creator/blog that you really like, bet it will bring a smile to the bean's face! :D

Okay, okay, enough of rambling. It was incredible. Thank you! Hope you have a lovely week and don't forget to be kind, take care and drink water. Byee <3 <3

#See ya beans <3 #BIg hugs and spinning hugs all around #Kanene being Kanene #More than 3000 posts gosh that is crazyyy

[rebelwrites]

Winner Takes It All || Twenty Six: I’m going to finish it for you

Charles Leclerc x Valentina Hendrix (OC)

Winner Takes It All Masterlist

Summary: Vali gets a harsh crash back to reality after Pierre calls, what was a perfect day is now tainted by the reality of her insecurities.

Warnings: please don’t hate me for this I have a plan

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

I couldn’t believe this, trust Pierre to have the worst timing ever. Resting my forehead against Charles’ I let out a sigh letting the call ring out but the moment the ringtone ended it started again almost instantly and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to ignore him.

Reluctantly I pulled away from Charles. I leant over to retrieve my phone from the corner of the picnic blanket. Seeing Pierre’s face on my screen made me want to scream. Rolling my eyes I answered the call pulling the phone to my ear.

“Something better be on fire!” I snapped, picking up a chocolate covered strawberry and taking a bite of it.

“Jheeze, someone is in a bad mood.” Pierre laughed, only fueling my annoyance towards him right now.

“I’m busy. Now what do you want?”

“I was just checking in on my best friend and this is the reaction I receive.” he hummed, I could picture the stupid smirk on his stupid face as he spoke. “I swung by to see you and Pascale said you weren't there. So Nugget, where are you?”

“I’m out.” I snapped, flicking my gaze to Charles flashing him an apologetic smile. Pierre had ruined the moment.

“On your own?”

“No with the fucking queen.” I scoffed, running my hand over my face. “Now if that was all you wanted then I am hanging up on you because you aren’t my Dad.”

A brief silence fell over the call and I swore I heard the pieces click in Pierre’s mind.

“Oh shit, you're with Char aren’t you?” He gasped dramatically.

“Bye asshole.” I laughed, pulling my phone away from my ear.

“Nugget, don't forget to use protection.” he shouted as my finger hovered over the red button.

Shaking my head I ended the call, tossing my phone down on the deck. Taking a breath I looked up at Charles through my lashes, rolling my eyes at his amused look I flashed him a weak smile. “I’m sorry.” I whispered, dropping my gaze. All of a sudden I felt extremely vulnerable, we were about to kiss, a kiss that would change everything. In the moment I felt ready to jump head first into that change but now Pierre interrupted I felt my walls starting to rebuild around my heart as the memories of Charles walking away from me flashed through my mind and no matter what I tried to think about nothing was working.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, babygirl.” Charles whispered, taking my hands in his. I didn’t miss the flash of sadness in his eyes as he realised that I had shut myself off. “Do you want to head home?”

I couldn’t bring myself to answer so I slowly nodded at him. I felt so bad but right now I needed to get my thoughts and feelings under control.

“Come on then, baby.” he whispered, pulling himself to his feet before helping me up to mine.

An awkward silence washed over us as we made our way to the Mustang. Everything was going so well today but then my insecurities got the better of me and ruined what was a perfect day. Once again I felt myself slipping deeper into the protective fort I had once built.

Once we had got back to his childhood home Charles helped me into the house. As soon as I was through the door I dumped the crutches against the sideboard in the hallway, I was sick of using them. Hobbling my way into the kitchen I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, I knew Charles would want to speak about what had happened, it was like a switch had gone off and I hated myself for it right now.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked, causing me to look over my shoulder to find him leaning against the doorframe with a sad smile on his face, a smile that caused my heart to hurt.

“Not really.” I shrugged, popping the antibiotic tablet out of the packaging. It was the one medication that I was willing to take. I knew I should have taken them but I really didn’t want to rely on them.

“You should take your pain meds.” Charles whispered, nodding to the brown paper bag that was on the counter.

“Can you give it a rest on me taking the fucking pain meds. I will take them when I want to take them.” I snapped, I know I shouldn’t have, he was only looking after me but I felt backed into a corner right now so I did the only thing I knew how to do and that was to come out swinging. “You don’t hear me badgering you about you forfeiting the rest of the season for me.”

“The doctor said you needed to take them.”

“I don’t fucking need them.” I scoffed, trying to hide the pain I was feeling in my ribs and judging by the raised brow I was getting from Charles I wasn’t hiding the pain well. “Charles, please just pack your bag and go finish the rest of the season.” I said, pinching the bridge of my nose.

Another awkward silence washed over us as Pascale walked into the kitchen, her eyes darting between me and her son. “What’s going on?” she asked, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“She won’t listen to me or the Dr and take her pain meds.” “He won’t listen and is adamant on forfeiting the rest of the season.” We both said at the same time.

Pascale sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose before looking at the pair of us. Before she could say anything I pushed myself off the counter. Flicking my gaze between Pascale and Charles. “I’m going to bed.” I needed to get out of the room before I said something I didn’t mean or burst into tears.

Charles’ POV

“Everything was going perfect today, Maman.” I sighed, feeling the tears beginning to build. “Then we were about to kiss when Pierre rang and it was like something switched in her.”

“Oh baby.” Mum whispered, moving over to me pulling me into a loving hug. “I know exactly what is happening here, there poor girl feels vulnerable and maybe she thought she was ready but once the reality hit she realised that things were moving too fast for her.”

Maybe she was right, in fact who was I kidding Maman was always right. Taking a deep breath I pulled away from her embrace, running my hands through my hair.

“What do I do Maman?” I whispered, looking up at her trying not to let the tears spill over my lash line.

“You go upstairs, pack everything you need for the next race, you go and kick some ass.” she smiled softly. “I know you want to be here with Valentina but I think right now the girl needs some space.”

“Promise you will look after her?” I whimpered, feeling vulnerable right now.

“You know I will, son.” she softly smiled.

Pushing myself to my feet I grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge before making my way upstairs. I knew I should have left Valentina alone but the sounds of her whimpers caused me to stop in my tracks. Taking a deep breath I pushed the door to the guest room open to find Vali curled up in the middle of the bed, the best she could with the cast, the sounds of her sobs echoed around the room.

“Oh babygirl.” I sighed, moving so I was sat on the edge of her bed. “I’m sorry, if I made you feel like things were moving too fast.” I whispered, resting my hand on her hip. “I’m sorry for constantly going on about the pain meds, I only did that because I hate seeing you in pain and let's face it you aren’t good at masking it.”

I was greeted with silence, but that didn’t surprise me. I knew what Vali was like when she shut down like this. Letting out a shaky breath I roughly wiped my eyes with my hand trying not to spill my beer all over the floor. “Take as much time as you need babygirl, I will be there waiting no matter how long it takes.” More silence greeted me. “I’m going to finish the season, I’m going to finish it for you.”

I took the silence as my queue to leave her alone, this morning my heart was full but now it weighed heavy in my chest. The next few weeks were going to be hard but I needed to give Vali the space she needed.

The moment I was in my room, I slumped to the floor leaning against the door, wrapping my arms around my legs. I couldn't hold the tears back any longer. Everything had changed within a blink of an eye and there was nothing I could do to change the situation.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket I quickly shot a text to the relevant people to let them know I needed a flight sorting and I would be racing at the weekend, yes I would be missing the media day but I would be there for the first free practice session. Once the text had been sent I pushed myself to my feet, placing my phone on the wireless charger before I threw myself into bed, not bothering to get undressed.

The hours had passed and no matter how hard I had tried I couldn’t fall asleep, I found myself staring at the ceiling as all of the memories of me and Vali played in my mind. The soft knock on the door pulled me out of my trance, running my hand over my face. I rolled out of bed to see who was knocking on my bedroom door at 3am.

As I opened the door I was surprised when I saw Vali standing there, her hair sticking up all over the place, her make up had now been smudged around her face but in my eyes she still looked beautiful.

“Come here.” I whispered, opening my arms out to her.

She didn’t say anything as she awkwardly moved closer to me, wrapping her arms around my waist nuzzling her face into my hoodie.

“Je n'arrivais pas à dormir. I couldn't sleep.” she mumbled against my chest. “Puis-je rester avec toi ce soir ? Can I stay with you tonight?”

“Babygirl, you don’t even need to ask.” I whispered, pressing a kiss against the top of her head. “I thought you needed space?” I asked, I couldn’t help myself.

“I do,” she sighed, pulling away from me slightly. “But I didn’t want to be alone right now, today was perfect and I went and fucking spoilt it because of my own fucking insecurities.” She said, taking a deep breath before speaking again. “I don’t want you leaving right after an argument because if you got into an accident on the track because of this, that would fucking kill me bear.”

I could hear the wobble in her voice as she spoke, and the sound of that was enough to shatter my heart. “Let’s get you to bed, babygirl.”

Guiding Vali to my bed I made sure she was comfy before I went back to close the bedroom door, my gaze fell over the bed and in this moment my heart was happy, it was like it had momentarily push aside the events of today because the fact that Valentina was here in my bed.

It gave me the hope that everything was going to work itself out, I just needed to be patient.

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[intoanotherworld23]

Blissful Therapy Session

Pairing: Reader x Pedro Pascal

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, those whole thing is pure smut and sex, p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, swear words

Summary: This is a session with your therapist that you will never forget

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"Fuck you look so good right now." His words encouraging to you as his lips started moving down your neck sucking on the flesh. "So fucking good."

The tiny hair prickles of his mustache brushing against your skin tickling you making you giggle. Making him smile against your collarbone trying not to chuckle himself.

His large hands felt so warm against your skin. Your body was melting into his sensual touch so perfectly it was almost scary. You have never felt like this with anyone ever before.

The fabric of the leather couch kept sticking to your skin having to lift up your hips so you didn’t accidentally rip your skin. Although you really weren’t paying that much attention to the couch, and focusing more on Pedro’s cock.

“I knew you would be a good girl for me.” Whispering little praises in your ear.

"God I love your cock." Humming around his lips as he drilled himself deeper inside of you.

It was wrong what the two of you were doing. He was your therapist and he could lose his license if he got caught. You were vulnerable and haven't gotten laid in a long time, and he was a willing participant.

There was something about Pedro that had your thighs always clenching together. So many nights you were knuckle deep inside yourself imagining what he was doing to you right now. Never did you think he would make the first move on you. It was almost like you were dreaming.

"Come on sweetheart don't lose focus on me now." A dark voice bringing your back to reality feeling the tip of his cock slowly entering you again. "Gotta fuck that damage out of you."

"Oh god Pedro don't stop." Raking your nails down his back as he leaned on his hands on either side of your head. "Shit right there right there."

"God damn you are so fuckin tight." Groaning through clenched teeth as he concentrated on not cumming too early.

Looking up at his soft head or hair tempting you to reach up and pull on it. His once chocolate brown eyes now darkened with lust and desire. Whimpers leaving your mouth every time he thrusted into you.

"Nobody fuck this pussy good enough for you sweetheart." To be honest he was completely awed how tight you were, and felt shocked that nobody made you feel good. "If you were mine I'd  worship that wet little pussy of yours everyday."

Pedro leaned his head down kissing along your collarbone getting to the tops of your breasts a wet tongue brushing your bouncing breasts. Attaching his mouth to your nipple sucking on the nub until you felt a slight sting.

Feeling your back scraping against the leather couch. Sweat dripping down your back making you slide back and forth. Legs wrapping around his waist giving him an all new angle. His eyes moving to your face to watch your reactions.

Pedro has never been more turned on from just watching you. To know how much he was satisfying you was enough for him. It was like his dreams and fantasies were coming true.

"Fuck so good taking my cock like you are." Immediately your eyes moving down watching as he disappeared inside of you mouth open in amazement.

"Oh god." Your head falling back as you arched your back feeling him all the way in your stomach.

"This pussy is mine sweetheart." Growling as he leaned forward his mouth right by your ear his possessiveness had you moaning. "All mine to play with to fuck to taste."

"Fuck yes it's all yours." Whining as your hands reached out beside you gripping on the leather your nails digging into the fabric. "Mmm god you fuck me so good."

"Can feel you squeezing my cock so deliciously." Sharply thrusting into you making you deliberately clench around him as your hands gripped his thighs. "God I should have done this sooner."

His eyes moved to your chest watching as your breasts bounced, and a drop of sweat falling down to your chest. The room smelled like sweat and sex and it had your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"Wanna hear you moan my name while you take my cock baby." His hand grabbed your chin making you look into his eyes. "Watch that pretty mouth say my name."

"Pedro." Crying out his name in the throes of ecstasy making him wear a shit eating grin he was loving the power he had over you. "I'm gonna cum."

"Oh no sweetheart you're not cumming just yet." Hands grabbing your body turning you around on your hands and knees ass up in the air. "Not until I say so."

Hands gripping onto your ass squeezing your cheeks as he thrusted back inside of you. Both of you groaning as he started to move your head tossing back and forth with this new angle.

His pelvis pushing against your ass every time he drilled himself inside you. Your cheeks jiggling his skin smacking on yours the sound making your cheeks heat up. Feeling your arousal slowly sliding down your inner thigh.

"You're a damaged little girl aren't you." He wasn't asking you a question more like making a statement his eyes watching your body writhing under him. "So fucking damaged."

Feeling his hands move up and down your back as you felt your hips bouncing back against him. Licking his lips as he watched you lose complete control, and he was loving it.

Pedro felt like he was taking advantage of you, and felt bad but the way you were moaning his name changed his thoughts. There was something about you that he had to have, and he couldn't believe he had you right now.

For months he's listened to you complain and talk about your love life. He was becoming more invested in you the more sessions you had with him. Fantasizing all the things he could do with you if you were him.

Some people would say he's taking advantage of your vulnerability, but if anything you made the first move. This was something the both of you clearly wanted.

"Pedro I'm gonna cum." Crying out as you felt your pussy clenching around him and that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach you knew you weren't going to last long. "Oh god please Pedro."

"Cum for me sweetheart." Whispering into your ear as his body leaned forward his chest pressed to your back.

Your orgasm felt like such a sweet release as your hands gripped the arm rest in front of you. Pumping his load inside of you both of you breathing heavily as you tried to get your mind straight. His cock twitching as you squeezed around him again. Both of you drenched in sweat the liquid cooling your body off from a brief second.

Still in disbelief that you just had ravenous sex with your therapist. Completely unexpected and something you never thought would take place. Now you were just hoping that all your sessions would be like this from now on.

"That was amazing." You stated out of breath making him chuckle as you turned your body on your back as Pedro stood up.

"That's only the beginning sweetheart." He winked at you making you smile as you laid there on the couch still naked.

After a few minutes of silence his phone started going off. Quickly putting on his underwear he grabbed his phone and talked to whoever was on the other line. Awkwardly sitting there now wondering if you should just leave or wait for him.

Now thinking that he was starting to regret what just took place. You wouldn’t blame him though since he would probably lose his license if he got caught, and he wouldn’t be able to find a job anywhere else.

Standing up you grabbed your clothes and started to put them on. Feeling ashamed that this was probably a one time thing, and things could become uncomfortable now.

"Thanks bye." He said as he hung up the phone and looked to you with a suspicious smirk. "Well looks like my next appointment won't be coming."

"Really?" Squeaking out as he stood in front of you pulling your body into his placing your hands on his chest.

"But I know someone who will be coming." A hand coming down hard on your ass making you squeal.

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[its-my-whump]

Whumptober 31 End?

No. 31: “I thought that I was getting better.”

Emptiness | Setbacks | “Take it easy.”

Hummingbird 31

(All the TWs still apply: emotional whump, gore, confusion, drugged, despair, aftermath of self-harm.

Have to admit, over my personal journey throughout whumptober I had to realise I'm actually a creep. I didn't know, that I could tap into this genre of a creepy, manipulating, lying, emotional disfuncting whumper and that I do like to write about it sooo much.

Apparently I'm a creep, creeping myself out for being this creepy, that's just mad and y'know creepy.

For what it's worth. I'm sorry, Sam! Thankyou for reading, reblogging and liking. I hope you had some fun! So enough blabbering for now, please enjoy.)

Whole story starts here, if you like / previous

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Only very shallow, but Sam was still breathing when Grey pressed his slack form into a bridal carry against his own chest and made long brisk steps into the ER.

Grey was sitting alone in the hallway. He couldn't share the waitingroom with all these desasterous creatures. This was about his hummingbird. He needed to be alone with his thoughts, not constantly interruped by someone grabbing for a tissue, someone else clearing their throat, a child rustling a sweetswrapper, a toddler crying.

There was still a slight red shimmer under his own fingernails and inbetween the skin folds on his hands. He literally wasn't able to clean his hands from the blood of his little precious mess.

This was his fault. He was selfish. Caging his hummingbird, as delecate as he was, cutting his wings and then he let just him fade as a pink. Unintended, but that wasn't narrowing his guilt. For all he cared, it was fueling it.

The man was staring into a cup of coffee. The taste of it was as blend as his emotions. The former Doc Monty wanted to throw that ugly stuff against the wall.

He wanted to smag his boy for doing this to him and than he wanted to wrap him in an embrace and never let go. His eyes felt wet.

Someone settle on the chair beside him. It was a young nurse. She mimicked his posture and leaned forward, placing her elbows on her knees.

"He's in good hands." Her voice was sincere.

Grey swallowed, he turned the cup between his long fingers. Suddenly, it felt too heavy, he was afraid, he would drop it at any moment.

And then, finally a part of his burdon unleashed.

"You know, he's got a recently discovered heartcondition above all. But his psychosis, he's got for almost all his life. His mother married again and his stepfather... was a cruel individual and..." Grey made a pause, his shoulders shrugged in an attempt to finish that sentence, but he didn't. The nurse, Angela her name tag said, just looked at him, giving him the time he needed.

"Over the last year, he was so lost, he was constantly lashing out, couldn't cope. He needed to be sedated so often. But I just can't bring myself to put him into an institution...

He's still my... don't tell him, I said it out loud. He's still my little hummingbird." A smile in his distant eyes. Then his tone was clogged all of a sudden. "He is my responsibility. He needs me and I must confess, just as bad, I need him too."

Grey's eyes turned glazy and he gave her an apologetic look and a sad smile from the side, placing the cup of digusting brown liquid on the floor between his feet.

"Hummingbird? That's a... nice nickname..." 'for a grown man!' she thought to herself confused. But Angela wouldn't show her confusion, keeping a professional, but yet sympathic face.

"Yeah, I call him my little hummingbird since he was a kid, despite he's a big boy now. He was always so alive. Scattering to and fro, never stayed still for a second. Then life caught up to him and I, ...I wasn't there to protect him. I will never forgive myself for that..." Grey brushed his own left hand over his face. "..., but I also will never forget, how full of life, free and happy he was then, he used to be. Fast as lightling, always chatting and moving, and still so delecate and fragil, just like a hummingbird. My hummingbird." His eyes had drifted away, lost in thought, his look fixated on an invisible spot at the floor.

"That's so sweet." The nurse couldn't help the funny feeling this man gave her. But his explanation, the changing expression around his eyes, the smile, when he talked about his kid being alive. She just knew his feelings were genuien. And she could actually feel it too, because she was a mother herself. Sometimes she was annoyed, but mostly more than happy for the sheer endless supply of energy her little girls threw at her day in and day out.

Grey was talking again, his voice low. He didn't move his eyes from that invisible spot. "Delecate and fragile he surely is, my little hummingbird. How could he..." Grey swallowed strained. His hands covered his face in a swift motion.

It was hard to compare that broken, sedated soul just being stitched together in surgery, ever being something more than a pale shell of the person he apparently used to be, Angela thought. She had seen his father bringing him in. A pale ghost covered in heaps of his own blood. She wanted to say something, show her understanding and sympathy, but she wouldn't know what. Just the thought of her girls getting broken by life as it happened, took her breath away.

"I'm sorry." Sheepishly Grey brushed some unshed tears away, lowered his hands again and gave her a heartly, but sad smile from the side by tilting his head a little.

"Sometimes I have hope. Then he can cope and is almost... almost normal. You know what I mean. His medication is really working, helping him. But then all starts anew. Trashing and swearing and...

His heartconditon has gotten worse and so his head was even more screwed, y'know. The worst part of it all." The man swallowed again, it seemed his face lost a bit of it color all of a sudden.

"He actualy thinks, I am some psycho who kidnapped him. Keeping him captive. He thinks, he's being drugged to comply. Which makes it so hard for him to understand, that he actually needs his medication. He thinks all his medical files are forged and we're not even related." The former doctor pulled his eyes from the floor again and looked back at the nurse.

"It's really hard sometimes... actually most of the time. But I just want him to be okay. To finally see the life, I'm trying to put out for him... But I guess, you can't always have what you want, right." His shoulders shrugged, as if his last statement was about a special treat that was out, when he wanted to buy it. There was some kind of resignation in the man's posture.

Angela was inwardly shocked by his whole story. She wasn't sure, if she had really surpressed that flinch, when it overtook her. "I'm so sorry." What should she say to something heartbreaking as a son thinking his own father to be a madman.

×

Sam startled awake. He had been roaming around, just under the rim of consciousness for days it felt, which had only been hours. Now he finally broke through the barrier. "Take it easy." A soothing hand on his arm. A small hand. It was a nurse, smiling at him. 'He was tired, oh was he tired.'

"Hey there. Nice to have you back, honey. Are you in any pain?" The young woman was still touching his arm with her soft fingertips.

His neck just very slightly shook his head in an unconscious answer without Sam's active participation. His head needed some time to put the pieces, thrown at him, together.

The presence of someone else than Grey was something new. Still his mind wasn't able to catch up.

"Whxc." Scratched out of his mouth silently. Next thing he knew, she held a cup with a straw towards his lips, he accepted thankfully. "Sounds scratchy." A genuien blink from her bright green eyes. "My name is Angela. I'm a nurse and you're at the hospital, honey."

Sam blinked confused himself. He was really exhausted, trying to move into a more comfortable position on the bed. His left arm felt heavy, like a bolder was attached to it, preventing him from lifting it even an inch. He was cold, but not in any real pain. Yet, his arm felt kind of tight and numb, like someone was trying to pull the skin away in different directions, until it would rip apart.

"Whaa-t happnd?" Sam supposed, he knew what happened, but his memory was probably playing him, though. Cause, he couldn't be in a hospital, but it defentily looked like one. The nurse had a real name tag, he couldn't read, if it actually said Angela, but it looked genuien for all he knew. 'Wasn't he supposed to be dead?'

Her sad smile was melting the walls of the drugged induced stupor, she was nervous and changed the subject. "The doctor will have a look at you real soon, he can explain, honey. Till then, someone's here to see you, if you're up to it?"

'Who? would be? No one knew he was here. Where ever here was? No one knew, he was in the fangs of a maniac, for, for godsake he didn't even knew how long.' Sam wanted to tell her. He wanted to spill it all, but he was just too tired. Maybe, it all was but a dream, a nightmere to be precise. Maybe, he never left work, because he was pinned under a bolder or that cart never had missed him?* His head was foggy, as so often in the (recent?) past? "Who?" slipped over his heavy tongue.

"Your Dad." Her smile burned itself inside his soul. 'He... he had no Dad. Never had, never would... so who...?"

Their eyes locked, when Grey stepped into the room. Panic flared up. Sam's weak body jolted. The static beating in the background, he hadn't even really noticed before, because it had been lolling him into a soothing fog of warmth, rose to a hectic cacophony of unbearable noises.

"No no no no no. That's not. No." Sam's head shook frantically. He tried to get away, his left arm wouldn't cooperate. He ripped up his right from the bedding, but it was stopped forcefully. Shocked he stared at a thick leather cuff, binding it to the bedframe. A cuff, that almost looked like the one's Grey used to chain him to floor and ceiling. Uncomprehending his wide eyes looked up again, never understanding hospital policy and the more harming intention of preventing him from repeating the course of action, that had let him here.

"Wha...? why?" Pure and utter panic took a hold of him. He was struggling like a maniac, despite his blood loss and weakness. 'All of this should be over. All of this should have never been real at al.' The strength to fight, only fueled by adrenaline resulting from his panic attack was draining him too fast.

Still, his heart just acted out completely, only short frantic gasped remained of his so vitally needed attempt to breathe in. "No no no. You can't... believe... a thing... he says. Please. That's...not...NOT my Dad. That's not..."

A heavy tingling sensation appeared out of nowhere and jumped at Sam like a landslide, just pulling him with. A bunch of people surrounded his bed all of a sudden, different voices, instruments, hands on him, while an invisible force tried to lure him into a warm blanket of darkness. It was all too much in his fragile state. The hammering pain in his chest kind of ebbed away and Sam willingly surrendered to oblivion.

The commotion faded away, like a fog disolving, people cleared the room after some time. The nice nurse gave Grey an apologetic and very sad look. Her lips forming a silent 'I'm sorry.' Afterwards her mournful eyes went to the floor. Her hand brushed over Grey's shoulder short but gently, than she left.

Sam was drugged out of his mind, his misery and consciousness again. A soothing hand in his hair, he couldn't feel. "Sssch. I got you, my little hummingbird. We'll get through this."

Days passed. And attending nurses, as well as the responsable doctor all worried about Sam's mental state, beside the actual certainty, that he was in desperate need of a pacemaker.

But he apparently couldn't comprehend and he wouldn't really step out of the hazy, disoriented and incoherent space, in which his mind seemed to be imprisoned.

The times, he was coming close to reality were hard on everyone. Between unconciouness, sleep and nightmeres, he tried to convince them, that he was actually a captive by the man, who was only imposing as his father.

It was highly unsettling, but every other reassuring look at his records confirmed, that unfortunately the his head really wasn't screwed on right. A sobbed and hardly audible statement, that kind of sounded like “I thought I was getting better.” from his part in a semi-conscious state only backed up the cruel reality. Had anyone listen closly, it had sounded more, like a desperate wish for 'I thought, IT was getting better'.

And yet, nurse Angela couldn't shake this ichty feeling 'his Dad' gave her. Or seeing the fear in this young man's eyes, whenever he was alert enough, to have some part in their reality.

×

The nurse was anxious. She kept the chart tight to her chest, not for anyone to see. This was really bad. She had paged Dr. Warron, but he was kept by another patient for now.

When he finally made his way down the corridor towards the nursing station seversl minutes later, she practically jumped out of her chair and all but flew over to him. Angela grabbed his arm and pulled him into the nearest storage room. "Angy, what do you..." "DOCTOR!" She forcefully interrupted him. "I believe, the young man is right and really being held hostage by the man calling himself his father." She was excited and nervous, but Warron wanted to block every attempt. "Angy, we've been through this. Your gut telling you, you don't like his old man, is not a clinical expertise for a mental case."

"Something doesn't add up, doctor. The 'kid' is here about a week now and his toxscreen is through the roof. Look at this. All these substances shouldn't be in his blood. Actually these combinations shouldn't be in anyone's blood. When he came in, okay, but neither of us had adminstered these drugs, look." She practically shoved the chart into his face.

It was something the the yoing man had said to her, she just couldn't dodge. It was running circles in her mind. He had been almost out of it again, but his pale cuffed hand had drilled itself into her coat and he had whispered into her ear, on one of those few moments, 'his Dad' wasn't nearby for once. "Please, compare our bloodtyps. He's lying. We can't be related. Pleas..." There were tears welding up in his eyes, but they were interrupted by that man entering again, letting waves of uncertanty flare up around Angela.

Dr. Warron studied the lap results, his expression darkened. "There's also something about their bloodtyps the kid said to me." Angela added. The doctor looked at her. His demeanor had changed, professionalsm and couriosity clearly shown in his face now, erasing the doubt.

"They wouldn't match. The kid's got 0-. But I couldn't get any information from "the father" (she made quotation marks in the air) "without raising any suspensions." An understanding nod was Warrons answer.

"I want someone with him at all times from now on. He's not to he left alone with that man anymore, who is apparently drugging him up under our noses. Call the authorities and I will have to make some calls regarding his medical records, his pretended father so openly provided. Dammit." His big hand squeezed her shoulder. "Good job, Angela. Thank you for being so stubborn."

They left the storage room and approached there taskes with brisked steps. Angela got hold of a collegue and was just about to explain, that said patient needed to be put under constant surveillance, when another nurse hectically made her way towards them. Her face was flushed, she was really upset. "He's gone."

Without any further explanation, Angela knew who was meant. She left her colleges standing and practically ran to the room, the 'suicidal boy' was supposed to be in, under the watchful eyes of his apparent father.

The room was empty, the bedding rumpled and a lonely cuff was chained to the frame of the bed, the other leatherstrap opened.

×

About 10 miles outside the city a tall man was steering his car towards the sunset. He was humming to himself. His big hand was bent behind the passagerseat. Long fingers ruffled through the young man's untamed hair. He was unconscious, laying on the backseat, his feet behind the driver, a thick white bandage around his left forarm sticking out under a blanket. The man behind the steering wheel took a quick last look to the back.

"No worries my little hummingbird. I'll find us a new home. Just you and me."

His hand slowly pulled away, his attention back to the road. He was humming again.

The End...?

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Pragma [Furina]

Content: Genshin Impact Version 4.2 Masquerade of the Guilty Spoilers, Kingdom Hearts III Spoilers, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Soft

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You have always had sensitive hearing. And yet, despite the seriousness of the situation surrounding you—You could hear the faint sound of song. A finale of bittersweet release.  And then you felt the urge to dance—to join her on the stage.

You disregarded those around you, disregarded the violent waters that threatened to consume all of Fontaine. All of that disappeared as your dance partner began the final dance of this half a millennium masquerade.

You followed in step, completely in tune with her. You tasted the sweetness of her sacrifice. And the sourness—your hand shot out, unable to reach what was just ahead—of her death. You did not cry. You smiled, just as she had.

And as the song reached its climax, you found yourself ascending the steps of her throne, joined by the beautiful remnants of your dance partner. The remnants reached her before you, but you could still hear the whispers.

"Thank you, Furina. For all you've done. From this moment on, please live happily as a human. Just as I wished we could."

Then as you yourself reached her, you dropped to one knee grabbing her right hand, allowing your lips to just barely brushing against the fabric as you whispered your own words to her.

"What an outstanding performance, Furina. Your time in the spotlight is now complete. Let the rest of the actors finish this tragedy, and when you open your eyes next—the dawn of a new day will come to greet you. And finally, you will be able to take your final bow and receive your roses and standing ovation."

When you opened your eyes, you found that hers were still filled with a pour of tears. Tears that you didn't dare wipe away. After five hundred years of keeping the secrets of an Archon's love, she should be allowed the freedom to finally let it all out. No matter how silent she sounded.

You turned to look back at the spot where Neuvillette, the Traveler and Paimon had been, now gone to take on the All-Devouring Narwhal. Your gaze then flickered toward where the others had been, they too had left. You assumed that they had left to help deal with the storm of sin.

You smiled, turning back to her as you leaned against the balcony's railing.

"Shall I tell you a story, Furina?"

You told her the story of another prophecy—of a boy of light and an old man of darkness. You told her how that boy played into the played into the hands of prophecy even at the very end. The prophecy being conducted by the old man, who had actually been a victim of prophecy himself.

And yet, despite the old man conceding and the darkness receding. There was always a sacrifice that needed collection.  The boy had scarified his life for that of his friends, and although he was a bit frightened, he was still okay with the outcome. Because he knew—

"They can take your world. They can take your heart. Cut you loose from all you know. But if it's your fate... then every step forward will always be a step closer to home."

He knew he would return home one day, no mater what.

"So did she, so will I and so will you, Furina."

There will always be those waiting for us with a smile on their face.

When Furina had finally gained the courage to lay eyes on her ruined kingdom, she was quite surprise to see that her people were not dissolved into the waters, bringing the waves of the torment as their final verdict as they plunged her beneath the waters to dissolve in her death sentence.

No, what she saw was quite different from that.

"The prophecy was—" Furina threw a hand up to shield her eyes from the sudden ray of light. And when she removed it, she found you in the sunbeam's place.

"Good morning, Furina." You presented her a hand.

She gave a watery smile, giving you her right hand.

"Yes, it is a good morning indeed."

Furina found you sometime later, telling you that she was going to embark on a journey.

You knew this was to come, so you simply smiled at her, presenting her with a Lakelight Lily.

Neither of you said the usual parting words, already knowing them by heart. Furina did surprise you, however, by grabbing your left hand and pressed a petal-soft kiss to your knuckles. Then with a flourish only a true god could muster did she bow to you and leave with elegance.

You held your left hand to your heart, hoping to cherish its warmth as you waited for Furina's return.

Yeah, this whole AQ fucked me up real good. Highkey wished that Furina came after this version, just so that people could play it and have more time to save for her. Because, like, Furina is my absolute favorite character now. I love her so much (and as a writer/reader you know why this is actually a bad thing :3c ).

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[storyofmychoices]

Tiramissyou

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley ; Other Characters: Jackie Varma Book: Open Heart (around book 2) Word Count: <550 Rating/Warning: General (silly fluff) Prompt: @choicesaugustchallenge — tiramisu ; Favorite LI @choicesmonthlychallenge

Synopsis: Bryce visits Olivia at the hospital on his day off and brings her favorite dessert.

He found her in the doctors' lounge. His arm slipped around her waist as she waited by microwave for her lunch.

A smile grew at the familiar touch. Olivia leaned into the warmth of his embrace for a moment before turning to face him. "Not that I mind seeing that face—" She chewed her lower lip, drinking in every ounce of him. "—but I thought you had today off. What are you doing here?"

Bryce held her close, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "I tira-missed-you!" He wagged his brow, a cheeky grin drawing across his face as he revealed a take-out bag from her favorite cafe.

"Ooo!" Her eyes widened in excitement. The back of her fingers wiped across her cheek before shooting out to grab the bag. "I'll take that off your hands!"

"Did you just—" Bryce scoffed and pulled the treat away. "You just wiped off my kiss."

A subtle pink hue filled her cheeks as she looked away. "It was a little wet," Olivia offered quietly.

"Oh, is that so?" He reeled her back in, kissing her face repeatedly, leaving big sloppy kisses everywhere. 

"Bryce!" She giggled and squirmed, trying to get away. "Stop!"

"Okay," he agreed, pressing a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose. "Just one more..." With that, he brushed a kiss on her cheek once more, this time trailing his tongue up her face. 

"BRYCE!" Her blushing cheeks rivaled the color of her fiery hair now. "I can't believe you just did that!" She glanced nervously around the nearly empty lounge.

"Worried we'll make others jealous?" His gaze followed hers as he peered around the lounge until he caught Jackie's eye. "I can share the love!"

"If you even take a step this way, Scalpel Jockey, I will cut you!" She glared back at him.

He snickered, raising a challenging brow. "With what, the plastic knife from the cafeteria?"

Jackie held the white blade in one hand, angling it out toward him. "Don't forget—" she lifted another utensil in her other hand, her lips pulling into a dangerous smirk. "—I have a spork, too!"

"Not a spork!" He held his hands up in mock defeat, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. "You win this round, Varma!"

Olivia took the opportunity with Bryce distracted to grab the bag. "Thank you very much! I'll be taking this now." She rocked forward on her toes, pressing a light kiss on his cheek. "In case you were wondering, that is what a cheek kiss should be." 

His thumb grazed gently across her cheek, wiping away the remnants of his final kiss. "Agree to disagree." 

Her attempts to hide her growing smile were lost. 

He tucked her hair behind her ears. "I will never tire of seeing that smile."

"With you in my life, how could I be anything but happy?"

Bryce cradled her face, the pair getting lost in each other's gaze as they drifted closer.

From across the lounge, Jackie feigned a gag. "Change of plans. I'm going to stab myself with this spork instead. Anything is better than suffering another second of this."

Olivia's face scrunched as her delight grew into a round of laughter. "To be continued."

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omg “You’re going to sit on that man’s lap just for a photo?” for childe or diluc

santa's big scene.

❄ winter prompts ❄

# — pairings: diluc, childe x gn!reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, childe, diluc, scaramouche, signora

# — summary: you don't have to do everything on christmas, you know..

# — warnings: suggestive speech

# — tags: hc/drabble format, modern au, fluff, slightly possessive childe + diluc, smidgen of angst, suggestive speech

# — notes: y'know, i was only gonna do childe at first, but as i was writing the tags, i realized that both of them would have a slightly different approach to this! then again, now that i'm reading it over, for some reason i think i should put it with a different series i have here.. anyways, as always, reactions and reblogs are greatly appreciated, and i hope you enjoy! ❄

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✧ — 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜 — ✧

he took you to a mall for christmas with the intent of spoiling you (because really, why wouldn't he?)

it actually took a lot of coaxing on his part to get you to agree to this, because while you liked getting gifts, you didn't want to bleed the man dry

but this is diluc we're talking about. c'mon. not only is he rich, but he's very stubborn

so that's how you two find yourselves at a somewhat upscale mall, looking for a store to start at

it's christmas of course, so there's decorations, music playing, little snack vendors here and there, the works

but most notably, the famed santa whose lap you sit on to take photos with

"oh my god, wait, can you take a picture of me with santa?" you ask, already pushing your phone into a confused diluc's hands. you were just telling him about what you might want to eat for lunch when you suddenly gasped and started fumbling for your phone as you stared at something with a childlike gleam in your eyes. diluc followed your gaze to the santa claus seated a little ways away, with children and adults alike lining up to sit on his lap to take pictures with him.

diluc shakes his head with a tiny smile, endeared by your enthusiasm. he was here to spoil you today, so who was he to refuse? "alright, alright," he agrees, chuckling when you celebrate under your breath. "did you do this kind of thing often when you were young?"

you nod rapidly and diluc can't help but chuckle again. "i loved santa as a kid." you explain. the sparkling of your eyes only grows brighter as the line moves up. "i knew he wasn't really pretty early on, but that didn't make him any less cool to me. it makes christmas really feel like... christmas, y'know?"

diluc hums in understanding. he did the same as a kid, but stopped as soon as kaeya ruined christmas by telling him that santa wasn't real. it didn't ruin the entire holiday for him, but diluc never forgot the immense disappointment he felt that day, nor did he ever let kaeya forget about the time he crushed his spirit.

it was dramatic, yes, but everything is serious in the eyes of a child.

once you two arrive at the front of the line, you hurry over to the mall santa and whisper something in his ear. the santa nods with a quiet laugh and adjusts himself for you to sit on his lap. diluc, who'd been curiously watching the entire interaction, finally speaks up.

"you're... going to sit on that man's lap just for a photo?" diluc winces internally as soon as the words leave his mouth. something unsightly rears its head when he sees you wiggle a bit as you try to get comfortable. mall santa rests his hand on your waist to keep you in place, and diluc really hopes he's not making a weird face right now. he balls his free hand into a fist in his pocket.

he's never been the biggest fan of this feeling. the urge to tug you out of mall santa's lap grows stronger with each passing second, but he does everything in his power to stomp it out when you look thrilled by the fact that you can be in the presence of santa.

"yeah, why? it brings back some fond memories," you reply, your smile never dimming. you clearly don't notice his agitation. of course you didn't; this was about you, not him.

diluc counts to three as quickly as he can and nods without a word. he raises your phone and manages to get about two photos in before he sees mall santa pull you in just a little bit closer. it's just a side hug and you lean into it with no hesitation, but diluc really doesn't think he wants to be here anymore. he takes about two more before closing your phone camera and waving it between his fingers. "all done," he says curtly.

you hop quickly out of mall santa's lap and dart over to view the photos. while you do, diluc keeps his eyes on the santa whose lap you were just sitting on. he's probably glaring at him, now that he's thinking about it. mall santa's eyes don't leave your direction until the next person comes up to him.

he's just doing his job; diluc's not an idiot. but if he's not, then why does he feel so... bitter?

thankfully, you beam up at diluc, distracting him from his sudden drop in mood. "these came out great!" you thank him with a quick kiss to the cheek before taking his hand and starting back in the direction you were heading before you got sidetracked.

as you walk, diluc suddenly tightens grip on your hand, almost to the point where it hurts. you glance at him to see if anything's wrong. at times, he'll do it because he doesn't want to alarm you when he sees something you don't, but looking at him now, you can't find that expression of muted caution on his face. instead, he looks annoyed and pensive.

"diluc, you're squeezing my hand." you wiggle your fingers and frown when diluc lets go with a soft apology. now he looks like he's beating himself up for something. you stop walking and step in front of him. "is everything okay? you look so upset."

diluc visibly grimaces at your concern. you can't see it, but his ears are burning. "it's... nothing." he lies through his teeth. he turns into the worst liar whenever you pressure him. picking up on your suspicion, he looks away. "let's keep going, yeah?"

"diluc.." you warn. "something’s bothering you. we're not going anywhere until you tell me."

"i said it's nothing. can we just--"

you shake your head patiently. "no, we can't. not when you're upset. we're here to enjoy ourselves, not stew in whatever problems we've got. talk."

diluc sighs in defeat. you're being so patient with him, but he can tell that it'll wear thin very soon if he doesn't talk; you've expressed your low tolerance for his habit of becoming tight-lipped whenever it suits him. "it's nothing serious, i promise." he tells you.

you don't say anything, you just raise an eyebrow, prompting him to continue.

diluc stifles a laugh. you're cute when you're annoyed. "but," he continues, furrowing his brows and not meeting your eyes, "i will admit, i... kind of wish you hadn't sat on that man's lap." he peeks over at you and makes a face when he sees you starting to look smug. "what are you..?"

"so you were jealous?" you snicker. "of santa claus?

"i feel ridiculous enough as it is, thank you." diluc deadpans. you chortle when you see his cheeks start to redden at your muffled laughter. "stop that. let's just go." he steps around you and starts walking away.

you jog after him, giggling all the while. "of santa claus, diluc? of all people?" you pause to laugh. you catch up to him and grab his hand, swinging it between the two of you slightly.

diluc huffs through his nose. you can finally see his red ears from here. "i'm ignoring you."

"should your lap be the only one i sit on?" you tease. you wheeze when diluc's blush deepens further. you're getting a real kick out of this. "i guess i know what i should get you for christmas now~" you sing-song.

diluc groans and covers his face with his free hand. "taking you outside has to be the worst mistake i've made today. you're insufferable."

you snort and raise his hand to kiss the back of it. "i love you too, diluc."

"...whatever."

✧ — 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 — ✧

ah.. he would not take this situation as well as diluc

so, you two are at a christmas party

(i can hear you saying "zuzu, why is it always christmas parties?" because it's just practical, okay? i digress)

so. christmas party. people drunk off of eggnog with an obscene amount of rum in it (courtesy of none other than scaramouche)

you're not drunk and neither is childe, you two opted for the non-spiked drinks, unlike the other party goers

you have a friend who isn't drunk either, but he has this terrible habit of not saying no to people, so when some tipsy friends suggest he put on a santa hat and take pictures, he agrees

you and childe are laughing at the whole spectacle when someone suggests that you sit on his lap for a picture

"fine, fine," you concede, not wanting to hear your drunk friends pester you anymore. they can get pretty pushy under the influence, and after being the victim of their drunk demands several times, you've learned to just go along with it -- so long as it's reasonable, anyhow. you turn to your boyfriend and hold out your cup to him. "can you hold this for a second?" you ask.

childe just stares at you. "sorry?" he asks, as though he didn't hear you the first time. he was literally watching you this entire time, why was he acting like this? "what're you about to do?"

you roll your eyes and jerk your thumb in your friend's direction. "i gotta go sit in that loser's lap for some photos, so can you please do me a favor and hold this? he might be an asshole," you raise your voice so your friend can hear you, "and make me spill my stuff."

your friend flips you off and you turn to do the same, the two of you rocking matching grins. you turn back to your boyfriend who doesn't looks remotely as amused as you do.

"so... you're just going to sit on that man's lap for a photo," childe's question is less of a question and more of a dry statement, one of his eyebrows cocking up as he speaks. he huffs and mutters something you can't hear, but holds out his hand anyways.

you eye him suspiciously as you hand him your drink slowly. "okay," you drawl. not wanting to lean into this strange negativity that childe's created for himself, you head over to your friend and plop yourself on his lap.

"gross." your friend wrinkles his nose playfully at you. "you know bitches like you get coal for christmas, right?"

you slap the back of his head, snorting when he looks offended. "you're the worst fucking santa i've ever had. zero stars."

the two of you pose for the many photos and joke with each other the entire time, making newer and stupider poses with each one. after about three photos though, you get the feeling that someone's watching you. it shouldn't be strange, considering you have about four people taking photos and egging you on, but whoever is looking at you is beaming the side of your head -- so much so that you can almost feel the weight of their stare.

you look up when the photos are done to see where that was coming from and lock eyes with none other than childe. his face is blank, but it's still unsettling; his irritation is palpable. rather than approach him and ruin the mood, you look away from your boyfriend and talk to your friends for a while.

you hear retreating footsteps after no more than a few seconds, and you sigh. childe wasn't giving you a choice; you have to confront him if you want to keep having fun, so you start after him, following his bright hair to a secluded corner in the living room. he sits in an armchair and looks up at you.

neither of you speak for a little while; neither of you are proud of this, but each of you sometimes expect the other to read their mind whenever a problem arises. you're the first to pick up on it, grimacing slightly when you realize what you were doing.

"alright, party pooper," you cross your arms, "what suddenly crawled up your ass and died?"

childe's mouth twitches as he supresses the urge to laugh. he covers it up as fast as he can, but it's not fast enough; you saw that. you huff a soft chuckle through your nose as your boyfriend does his best to look annoyed again.

"you're done asking santa what you want for christmas?" he asks crossly, setting your drinks down on the floor beside the chair. "or was he asking you for something?"

you scoff out loud. "don't tell me you were jealous of that." you nip the situation in the bud as quickly as you can. knowing childe, he'd try to drag this out as long as he could with vague statements and backhanded compliments, but you're not that stupid, nor are you in the mood.

childe narrows his eyes. "i didn't realize it was so wrong to be bothered about the fact that my partner was in some other man's lap."

"you can be bothered," you agree, "but there's really no need to bring down everyone else with you when you're upset." you sigh. "you could've just... i dunno, told me in private? not do this weird sulking thing."

your boyfriend looks comically offended. "i don't sulk." he sighs and reaches out, pulling you down onto his lap without warning.

"you weren't even gonna give me a choice, were you?" you ask when you recover from your temporary shock. you wrap your arms around his neck on instinct and relax when you feel his arms tighten around your waist.

childe presses his nose against your cheek, making you shiver. "something tells me you weren't going to come if i asked." he murmurs. "but this is private enough, isn't it?"

you snort. "hardly. there's people everywhere--"

"i didn't like seeing you sit on your friend's lap," he cuts you off, kissing from your cheek down to your neck, "and i would much prefer it if you sat on mine. is that better?"

maybe you should've just waited to talk about this at home. you feel heat creep up your neck. "sorta? stop doing that, we're in public."

"that didn't seem to bother you and your friend much." childe bites at your neck harshly, chuckling when you reel back and put your hand over the area.

"the fuck was that for?!" you hiss. "biting me? seriously? what are you, a dog?"

your boyfriend looks satisfied, the expression only getting brighter when you move your hand. "i'd consider us even now." he goes back to burying his face in your neck, not budging when you try to push him away. you give up after a brief struggle and slump against him despite yourself. "see, was that so hard?"

"i hate you." you grumble.

"you can't hate me, it's christmas." childe whines. he pulls back to look at you, giving you his best wounded expression.

it's... hard to stay upset when he does things like this. it's hard to stay upset with him in general, actually. you kiss him quickly, rolling your eyes when he calls you mean for not giving him more. "that was your christmas gift," you shrug. "take it or leave it."

"there's more at home, isn't there?"

you flush. "...maybe."

"then, merry christmas to me."

✧ i do hope this was okay! i hope the end in particular is good.. oh boy,,

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