#fell on this room everything that matters would be over. YOU WANNA LEARN ABOUT LOVE YOU SELFISH FUCKER? YOU SHOULD HAVE CHOSEN ME

[oatbugs]

WARNING: The penalty for trespassing on the railway is £1000.

#here is the story of two researchers and one 0 on the truth table. here is how you almost tied up my arm in a belt #because you lost your tourniquet and neither of you could find my veins. did it feel good to get it off your chest #did it feel cathartic to talk about sin? in a room full of policymakers and experts i shook hands with a theoretical #physicist creating breathing metal. we talked about annual ruination. there is a boy in gold earrings #and two strangers growing a fake hologram with their minds. you discover you like wine and that you are #perhaps only a little bit cutthroat. here is a teapot full of tequila and a glance a curling of the lips that renders you [0] #first on the index and quickly overlooked. you want to be loved? here is the difficult bit. girl teaches you how to speak mandarin. still #too drunk to find your veins but here i want to be loved anyway. in a shocking turn of events the thing that keeps me alive #projected through my lovers noise cancelling headphones causes a slow peak in the 10 millisecond span i process #falling lights and yet increases accuracy to almost 87.5%. is it magic or are you just discussing your downfall? #the truth is have no skill or qualification to my name. i want you to listen to me. he said you will be a king. he said if a bomb #fell on this room everything that matters would be over. YOU WANNA LEARN ABOUT LOVE YOU SELFISH FUCKER? YOU SHOULD HAVE CHOSEN ME #WHEN YOU WERE 15. THE LOVE IS GONE IF YOU HAVE TO ASK IT. hes the alaskan #WHEN YOU WERE 15. THE LOVE IS GONE IF YOU HAVE TO ASK IT. i am the alaskan malmute under the dinner table begging for scraps #in a place im not supposed to be. in the field it was me with the drumsticks her (the world piano champion and the researcher and the #the machine gun) with the 巴乌 him with the guitar this is outside of london this is the ex presidents ex advisor telling you to give up #this is your brain and this is the day after doom. this is her washing the EEG conductive gel out of your hair in the restaurant bathroom #this is the skill to possess guilt without carrying shame.

[koolades-world]

The moment the om cast realized they fell in love with you (part three)

requested by a few people! here it is :)

Diavolo

He had been looking forward to the end of the week for what felt like hundreds of years now. He always wished it was the weekend, so that wasn't it. Although the thought of making every day Saturday was very tempting, Lucifer and Barbatos would not forgive him. What he really was looking forward to was his first one-on-one sleepover with Mc. Every time in the past they had happened to have a sleepover, everyone else was there. The brothers loved hogging Mc's attention. Not that he could blame them, though. He adored spending time with Mc. Just the fact that they agreed to come to the palace to spend time with him without the brothers present made him giddy. He wasn't sure if it was getting to have casual time with Mc and getting to learn human sleepover traditions.

When he initially suggested having a sleepover to Mc, it was because they mentioned having lots of fond memories when they were younger of sleepovers. It was only after the fact that he realized what he had just done. It didn't make him any less excited, but he felt more antsy about it. He had even worked extra hard and gotten more work done than he usually would to get Barbatos off his back for a night. Lucifer had even promised to keep his brothers away from them for the night so they could enjoy time together.

Mc had sworn to show him everything that humans younglings do at sleepovers, including doing each others nails and hair, throwing mini fashion shows, reading popular magazines, raiding the fright for midnight snacks, binge watching movies, and of course, playing games. He was looking forward to learning more about humans, but he found himself looking forward to spending time with Mc. He was always so busy, so this would be a rare opportunity.

The moment he heard Mc had finally arrived at the castle, he was scrambling to meet them at the door. Unfortunately Barbatos was too attentive for him, so he had to settle for meeting them in the grand hall. They were carrying a pink duffle bag that could barely close, something they borrowed from Asmo thanks to his name being embroidered across the side. They were dressed in pajamas, already prepared for the night. Mammon stood by their side, looking like he was ready to go out.

"Have fun, Mc. Let me know if ya wanna go home at any time. I'll come getcha even if it's three in the mornin'." He wrapped an arm around Mc's shoulders and side hugged them for a moment before letting go.

"I will. See you tomorrow. Stay safe, get home at a good time. Don't stay out too late." Mc patted Mammon's arm, and he reluctantly left after glancing at Barbatos, Diavolo, and Mc. Diavolo felt smug, but he wasn't sure why. There was no reason to be. He quickly let go of that feeling in favor of finally getting to spend time with Mc. "Hi Dia. Hi Barbatos." Mc waved to the prince and his butler.

"Please let me know if you need anything, My Lord. I'll be attending matters else where. Dinner will be done shortly." Barbatos excused himself.

"So, where are we sleeping?" Mc shifted the bag on their shoulder. Diavolo reached over and took it from them since it looked heavy.

"Well, would you be fine staying in my room? Of course, if you're uncomfortable, I can arrange something else-" Diavolo began to regret his earlier decision and grew anxious that Mc might not like it.

"I don't mind. That's part of a sleepover anyways!" Diavolo let out a mental sigh of relief. He should have known Mc would have been fine with it. They happily followed him through the castle, waving to Little Ds as they passed by. They arrived at his room eventually. He nervously opened the door. He had made sure it was extra clean before hand.

"Earlier today I went out shopping and bought loads of things I think you'll love! It wasn't easy to find some of this." They unzipped the duffle bag once they were in his room. Underneath the clothes and toiletries were an assortment of items. nail polish, various human board games, a Devil Switch that he recognized as Levithan's, and some magazines.

"Woah! You got all of this just for me?" Diavolo excitedly picked up a game box and shook it, listening to the pieces inside.

"I would say let's not start too much right now since Barbatos said dinner is almost done, but, I have another idea. A core part of a sleepover is ordering takeout! My favorite is Chinese and Thai, but pizza is more typical. Actually, do you even have that down here? I'm still not sure." Mc began removing the things they needed from their bag.

"Are you suggesting we... skip dinner?" Diavolo looked at Mc.

"Well, not exactly. We can still eat some, but just leave room for takeout later. I can't deny, Barbatos' cooking will be better." Mc nodded, with mischievous grin. Diavolo felt his heart skip at that smile; the smile they gave to everyone in the room. But, this time, it was all for him. It actually reminded him of the smile of an angel. He basked in their glory.

"Alright! You don't think he'll figure out, will he?" Dia questioned. Mc turned away from him, and when they turned back, he felt blasted by their smile again.

"Oh, there's no way he won't know. I don't think he'll stop us though as long as he eat a little. We can't waste his hard work, after all." Mc stacked the boxed games in a pile, placing the magazines on top of that. They pulled a laptop out of the bag and placed it with Devil Switch. He suddenly felt very stupid. He should have known that Barbatos would know, and probably knows right now.

He could blame the pounding in his chest for this forgetfulness. He always felt this way around Mc. He always managed to find a way to act afool around them. Before their arrival, he was always more put together and serious. Things were more chaotic now, but he wouldn't trade it for anything. He finally had someone to be less princely with, someone who would indulge his shenanigans. He would trade the fun with consequences for the boring days of paperwork any day.

Diavolo suddenly received a text from Barbatos telling him dinner was ready, and to bring Mc. "Barbatos says dinner is done and we should go down to eat." Mc looked up from their things.

"Alright. Let's go then." They began giggling as they left, leaving Diavolo to follow. They pretty knew their way around the castle from how often they were there. They excitedly told him everything they had planned for the rest of the night. He chimed in with all the questions he had, to which Mc answered diligently. Once they reached the grand dining room where Barbatos had set out their plates. Tonight was brushetta, dinner rolls, and a fancy looking pasta dish.

"Thank you Barbatos!" Mc thanked the demon. Despite saying they would not eat very much, they finished their entire plate. The entire meal, both Diavolo and Mc were chortling together to which Barbatos looked at them knowingly. As soon as the meal was over, they both thanked Barbatos again and scurried off quickly.

"First, we have to order the pizza, because we need to eat that before we do our nails, otherwise we might mess them up." Mc turned on their D.D.D. and placed the order online with Dia's opinion. As soon as the order was placed, Mc moved onto the next thing. Dia found it a little hard to keep up, but was excited. Time flew when he was with Mc.

First, the played a few human board games. They played Scrabble, Operation, and Life. Mc had brought more but they decided to stop early since they thought they might run out of time if they kept going. Their food arrived in the middle of the second game, so they ate as they played. After that, Mc insisted they do their nails and skincare. All the products they had were curtesy of Asmo. After using the products he knew he needed to get them for himself. After that, they played games on the Devil Switch that Levi had lent them. However, time seemed to slow when Mc brought out the magazines.

It wasn't the magazines themselves. Mc had brought a few choices, just in case Diavolo wasn't in the mood to read one of them. Mc recommended one fashion magazine to him, but he found himself lost in several places, so Mc suggested they read it together. What he wasn't expecting was for them to climb into his lap. They began flipping through the magazine in his hands, pointing at things on the pages, but all he could focus on was Mc on his lap. No other real thoughts went through his head. Luckily for him, Mc didn't notice and eventually, he was able to pay attention to what they were saying.

He felt warm with all the feelings buzzing inside him. At one point, he thought they might leave him, but they just leant far enough to grab their laptop. They pulled up Deviltube to put on a movie. Again, the entire time, the only thing he could focus on was Mc. Mc was so trusting and kind to him. They had been nothing but the best to him. He just couldn't place what he was feeling for them. It felt oddly familiar. As Mc leant back into his chest, he suddenly realized what that feeling was. He sat on it for a while as the movie played in the background.

"Mc?" Diavolo whispered after the movie was over. Mc didn't respond. He tilted his head and realized they were asleep. He smiled and tucked a blanked over the both of them. Now he was just left with his love for Mc and where he might go from there.

Barbatos

Barbatos carefully set up the tea table for two. He was expecting Mc over at the castle that evening, just after dinner. He would have preferred before dinner in order to steal them away from the brothers for longer, but this still worked. He has to make sure everything was just perfect, for them.

He made sure the tea he made was the kind the liked and all the little snacks were their favorite. He has grown to have them as his favorite too, since it reminded him of them. He thought the little set up for two was quite cute after looking back at his work.

“Barbatos! Mc is here!” A little D called out to him. He quickly stopped rearranging the table cloth. Was it really that time already? He grew slightly embarrassed at losing track of time and not being there in person to greet them.

“Thank you. You are most appreciated.” He made sure he was put together before heading to the door.

“Barb! So happy to see you!” Mc smiled at him as soon as he opened the door and practically tackled him into a hug. He chuckled and patted their back.

“Hell, Mc. It’s a delight to see you as well.” Mc took a step back to look him in the eyes.

“I have something for you!” They rocked on the heels as they presented him with a little gift bag that had a cute little label that said “for Barbatos.” He felt his heart begin to race at how giddy they looked.

“How thoughtful of you.” He accepted the gift and met Mc’s expecting eyes.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Open it! I’m excited to see what you think.” They giggled. He carefully pushed aside the tissue paper to reach what was underneath. Inside, was a few small bags of tea was labels he didn’t recognize. “It’s tea from the human world! I figured you must have tried pretty much all of them by now, but when I went to the human world the other day, I couldn’t help but wander into that shop and think of you.” They clasp their hands together, swinging them around.

“Thank you very much. It smells lovely. You always know exactly what to give as gifts.” He found himself lost in their happy grin.

“If you like them, we can go to the human world together. I remember the name of the shop. I think you would like it in there.” They flipped over one of the small bags to reveal the name of the shop hand written on the back.

“That sounds wonderful. We must do that.” Despite how collected he looked, on the inside he was scrambled. Mc invited him to the cute little tea shop. As… a date? Was he thinking too far into this? They both enjoyed tea, that’s all. Surely that wasn’t their intention.

“Let me know what you think. I tried the green tea, and that one in particular reminded me of you.” They showed him a different bag of a green, almost silvery colored tea with various little pearls of some kind mixed in.

“You really are the most endearing human I have ever met.” He held the bag up to the light, watching as the light eddied and danced around it.

“I’m glad you like it.” Mc smiled nervously. He felt himself begin to melt at their precious smile.

“Let me go drop this off in kitchen, then we will be off to our tea. Please excuse me for a moment.” Barbatos bowed and turned to leave the room. As he left. He heads Mc saying goodbye. He wasn’t sure what they would do while he was gone, but he needed a moment to regather himself.

He placed the tea with the rest, leaving the little gift bag on the counter for later. He glanced in a nearby mirror for a moment. He looked as he usually did. Nothing was amiss with his appearance. It was always perfect. Despite this, he still fixed his hair and shirt. He took a deep breath and made his way back to where he left Mc.

When he reentered the room, he couldn’t find Mc at first. He grew nervous. Had they left him? Was it something he said? However, the situation had no time to escalate. He heard Mc just down a nearby hall, conversing with a Little D.

“Sometimes, I don’t know what to do with Mammon. Maybe Lucifer will let us do a trade! You’re both yellow.” Mc laughed. He has heard that laughter about a million times now, but he never grew tired of it, and how gorgeous is sounded. When he pushed open the door a little more, he saw Mc on the ground. Barbatos rushed over to check on them, just in case something might be wrong.

“Hi! Sorry I wandered off a little. Just helping #2.” Barbatos looked at what was in their hands. They were holding a dust pan flat against the ground. Little D #2 was holding the matching brush and pushing some debris into the pan.

“You are a guest here. Please do not feel obligated to help out around here.” Barbatos knelt beside them to take the dust pan.

“I wanted to! I love #2. I just happened to see them here, and lent a hand since this is what they were doing. You know me. I hate standing around while those I love are hard at work.” Mc placed a hand on his shoulder. At first, he was unsure about how to feel about what they said. Then, he felt a little jealous that Mc had admitted they loved Little D #2. It was stupid of him to be, and he knew it was more of a parental love (even though #2 was much older than Mc). But he couldn’t help it.

Barbatos got back up and watched as Mc finished cleaning with #2, musing over his thoughts. He replayed their words in his head over and over again. Maybe he was looking too deep into it, but he still grew hopeful. Maybe Mc loved him too. Mc always found a way to interrupt his cleaning duties and take them over. He still found it odd that even though they were just a human and were limited on everything that he wasn’t, such as energy and time, they still went out of their way to reduce his work load.

He waved these thoughts away. He was most definitely looking into it too much. “If that’s what you so wish, I will not stop you. If you’re done here, may we proceed to our tea?” Barbatos offered his arm to them once they stood up. He hoped they would take it.

“We may! You’re such a gentleman.” They giggled and accepted his offer. They leant close to him, placing their head on his shoulder. “Bye #2! Nice seeing you!” As Mc waved to the Little D, Barbatos led them to the tea table he set up. He was so giddy at how close they were to him. It felt nice to have them all to himself. It felt good to not have to compete with the brothers or His Majesty.

While he would never admit it, he was always unsettled of sorts that Mc might choose someone else and never return to him. He wasn’t sure how to describe the feeling despite living for as long as he had. He recognized the underlying reason behind all of his bubbling emotions when he was around Mc. It has been so long since he felt like he loved someone they way he did Mc. But he wasn’t willing to admit it, not yet, at least.

The whole way to tea, Mc talked his ear off. Barbatos enjoyed listening to their chatter. He felt like he could listen to it forever. He chimed in at their request, as when they asked questions and such. When they finally reached the cute tea table he had set up, he proudly presented it to them.

"Barb! You shouldn't have! You're so sweet! This is adorable. You remembered my favorites too!" Mc squealed and did a couple little happy hops. They pulled Barbatos into another tight hug. Before they pulled away, however, they gave him a peck on the cheek. He felt himself seize up, his arms frozen around them. Mc didn't notice, as they continued shaking him around joyfully.

If he had felt this before, he surely would have remembered it. He had felt love before, but it hadn't been nearly this strong. The love he had for Mc had him in a tight chokehold. Despite him working hard everyday, nobody appreciated him as much as Mc did. Every little thing he did for Mc did not go unnoticed and they always tried to take some of the work off his back. They always said thank you, which even Lord Diavolo and Lucifer couldn't even match. Once they let him go, he tucked them into their seat and let them pour about how amazing his work was to him.

"Awwww, you even iced my name on the little treats! Next time, you should come to the House of Lamentation, so I can do the same for you! It won't be this but I want to do the same for you." Those words are what finally sealed the coffin. He was most definitely in love with the person across from him. Nobody ever did anything for him. He found himself sad once their time together was over. He insisted on walking them home, so he could keep them safe and enjoy a little more time with them. He had always taken time for granted despite being the one to understand it to the fullest. Now, he treasured every second.

"Thank you Barb. I really had so much fun. I hope you enjoy the tea." Mc leant in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. It was like the one from before, but this one was more deliberate, and lingered.

"It was my pleasure. Please feel free to stop by the castle anytime. We will have to arrange another gathering shortly." He felt himself avoiding eye contact. Mc was the only person with the ability to make him nervous.

"We should! See you tomorrow." They waved to him. Before they shut the door, he saw Lucifer greeting them. He turned to walk away, but before he was out of view from the window, he glaced back. He saw Mc enthusatically waving him goodbye. He waved back with a warm smile.

Once he got back to the castle, he stared down the gift bag. He admired their handwriting on the tag. He found himself almost reluctant to return to his work. He took the little bag to his room and tucked it away in a drawer. He touched his cheek, and sighed. He couldn't wait for tomorrow.

@mona-aiko sorry I took so long!

will do the next part for sol, thirteen, mephisto and simeon!

#obey me #obey me! #obey me satan #obey me x reader #obey me asmo #obey me levi #obey me belphie #obey me mammon #obey me beel #obey me lucifer #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo

[personwhowrites]

Hi! I wanna say I really love your work and it look cool and wicked.

Can you do TF141 + König x reader

Where they meet the new recruit who is totally a badass. (Like Alice from Resident Evil) and the gangs are inspired seeing her in action taking down the enemy. Take all the time you need, no need to rush.

I hope this what you had in mind! I am so sorry for not writing on Tuesday, I been working on this for a while now! Thank you for your patience and request! -E <3

Wc: 2k+

Tw: Knife, hand to hand combat, mentions of blood, dead body, Slightly guilt?, some fluff<not really>, mentions of bombs, slightly panic attack? Jumping out of stuff, terrible writing.

Beyond the mission

You entered the briefing room as Laswell called out, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. They all fell silent as Laswell introduced you to them.

"This is X," Laswell says, pointing to you and offering you a seat next to her. "X is a highly trustworthy person, and I've been waiting for all of you to meet them. X, this is task force 141, and König. You'll be joining them for a mission."

You give them a nod and take the seat next to Laswell. You wait for her to continue with the plan, your eyes wandering over to König. His height surprises you, along with the strange mask covering his face. He is not the only one in the group wearing a mask; another member has a skull mask on. It seems like you stared at the man with the skull mask for a bit too long, as your gaze meets his. He crosses his arms and leans back, continuing to hold your gaze. Eventually, you break eye contact as Laswell hands you a file.

"Information about the case and your role in it," Laswell says, looking at you. "X, I know you prefer working alone, but for this mission, you'll need to work with a team."

"Laswell, you know I don't do well with this 'team' stuff," you say, annoyed as you begin to look through the file. "Especially if the mission involves infiltrating the enemy's base."

"That's why you'll learn under my command," someone speaks up, causing you to quickly look up. "I'm Price, your captain."

"I know who you all are, I read your information on my way to the base," you respond quickly and look to Laswell. "Kate, I can't do this with so many people."

“I can’t pull you out of this one X.” Laswell says shaking her head. “Your skills are needed heavily on this mission.”

You sigh and set the file down, already feeling annoyed by the mission and hoping it would end soon. Working with a team was the last thing you ever wanted in life. You only care about your own safety, while it is your job to keep people safe, not everyone is expected to do that 24/7.

"You said you already knew who we are," Price says, breaking your train of thoughts. "How did you get our information?"

"With good skills in pickpocketing and hacking, you can do anything," you say, crossing your arms in front of your chest. "Let's just get this done, so we don't have to worry about this problem getting worse."

"Speaking like a true team member," Laswell says, patting your back. "I'll leave you all to discuss the matter. Price, let me know when you're all set to leave."

"Will do," Price responds, watching Laswell leave the room. "Now, everyone, we are going to ignore everything that's in this file."

"What?" König says, surprised. "Sir, we can't clearly-"

"Now you're speaking my language!" You smile and close the file. "I might have misjudged you, Captain."

“Gaz watch the door and Soap close the blinds to this room.” Price orders making slightly smile more, seeing actual order was nice. “Now, X right?”

“That’s correct.” You reply looking at him. “I’m guessing you want my idea in how we can sneak in?”

“A woman that can read my mind.” Price chuckles for a moment and then stops. His face becoming serious. “Well?”

"The layout features two entrances, two floors are show..but seems that their could be potentially a hidden third floor located underground..” You pause for a moment and then sigh. “Which may contain sensitive information and be highly secure."

"We can sweep each floor, starting by first floor, we can then move to the second floor and possibly have two people search for the entrence to the third floor." Price says in an ordering tone."We have six people on the team, we can split into three groups of two people each."

"I can go alone," you say, causing Price to shake his head. "I think it's best if two people go by themselves, it'll be more efficient and we can split up and keep watch for the other group."

"Agreed," a deep and husky British voice says, sending shivers down your spine. "It would be beneficial for us, captain."

"Fine," Price says, causing you to relax. "X and Ghost will go alone. Now, let's get our gear and be ready to leave in ten minutes."

Everyone nods to Price and exits the briefing room. The teams were already assigned. Gaz is with Price, Soap is with König and you and Ghost are alone. It seems straightforward, even for Laswell who isn't privy to the full plan.

—

As you enter the base, you aim your gun around, following behind Ghost. Everything seems normal until someone takes notice of your group's presence. You quickly pull out your knife and throw it past Price and König, then run up to the enemy and pin them against the wall. You take the knife out their arm and cut their throat, causing blood to spill on your hands. König quickly shoots someone nearby and the others begin firing at the enemies. The first floor is filled with the sounds of bullets hitting the floor and the smell of blood. It's a chaotic and bloody entrance for sure.

"Bloody hell," Price exclaimed, "All of you, be alert. We are not splitting up under any circumstances." Price quickly reloaded their gun, the sound of the chamber clicking into place filling the room. You couldn't help but sigh at the seriousness of the situation, knowing that things were about to get dangerous. "Alright, everyone, get ready," Price continued, "We are heading to the second floor. Keep your eyes and ears open, and stay alert." Price's voice was firm and commanding, leaving no room for argument.

As you heard Price's command, you decided to act on your own, ignoring the order to stick together, and rushed upstairs, eager to take on the enemy. However, as soon as you reached the second floor, you were met with a hail of bullets, forcing you to quickly dodge and weave your way through the barrage of gunfire.

You managed to find temporary refuge behind a door, but you soon realize that you weren't alone. An enemy was approaching, armed with a genie knife, ready to attack you.

"We don't have to do this," you said, trying to diffuse the situation. "Please, I don't want to hurt you." You said as you closed the door behind you, in an attempt to keep the enemy away, and also to give you some time to think.

The enemy, however, didn't seem to hear your words and kept advancing, the genie knife in hand, ready to strike. You quickly back away, trying to put some distance between you and the enemy, but you soon found yourself backed against the door with nowhere else to go.

As the enemy swung the knife at you, you realized that there was no reasoning with them. They didn't care about themselves or the consequences of their actions. They were focused solely on their mission and taking you out. In that moment you understood that you have to defend yourself, you have to protect your life. You need to take action, be ready to defend yourself with whatever means necessary. You prepared yourself mentally and physically, as you have to be ready for the next move that the enemy will make.

The enemy quickly overpowered you, pinning you against the wall, the knife now inches away from your face. But you were not going to give up that easily, you quickly used your combat training and press your knee on the enemy's crouch. Applying unwelcoming pressure, causing them to back off and drop the knife away from them.

You took this opportunity to tackle them, and grabbing the knife in the process. You were now in control of the situation and the weapon. However, in the midst of the struggle, you were unaware of the door being opened by one of your teammates, soap. They were witnessing the situation and was ready to intervene if needed.

With the enemy subdued, you raise the knife up and stab their chest multiple times, letting some blood splash on your face. As you did this, you could feel the adrenaline pumping through your body, a mix of fear, anger, and satisfaction. You felt victorious, but also a sense of guilt and remorse.

"What the fuck.." soap exclaimed, looking at you with shock and horror in their eyes.

They were taken aback by the scene before them, the enemy lying on the ground, covered in blood and the knife still in your hand.

You, on the other hand, seemed to be emotionless, your expression was blank, and your eyes were empty. You were still in shock from what had just happened, processing the events and the emotions that came with it. You get up, trying to shake off the feeling of the weight of what you had just done.

"Jesus," soap murmured, as they take in the sight.

They were at a loss for words, not sure what to say or how to react. They knew that the situation was intense and that you had to defend yourself, but still, the sight was unsettling.

Price enters the room and sees the gruesome sight, the enemy lying motionless on the ground, covered in blood and the knife still in your hand. They immediately understood what had happened, and how intense the situation was.

As you back away from the body, Price could see the weight of what had just happened in your eyes, the shock and the guilt.Price didn't say anything, just nod to acknowledge what had happened. They knew that their team had taken out the rest of the enemies on the second floor, and now it was a matter of securing the area and making sure that there were no other threats.

You move past them, looking around, taking in the destruction and the aftermath of the fight. The sight of all the bodies, the smell of gunpowder, and the sound of silence filled the room.

"Cleared the first floor," Ghost said behind you, speaking to Price. "We found the room with the information. Gaz downloaded everything we needed."

You heard the words but your mind was still processing the recent event, trying to make sense of what just happened. Ghost's words brought you back to the present, reminding you of the objective and mission. You took a deep breath, try to shake off the recent event, and focus on the task at hand.

"Good," Price says, still looking at you. "Who placed the bombs?"

"I did, captain," König says, looking over at the dead body, taking responsibility for his actions. "Our helicopter is awaiting us, captain."

"Let's go," Gaz calls out from the stairs, "We don't have much time till they set off, captain. I have a feeling some of the enemies got away."

Price nods, understanding the urgency of the situation. They quickly give orders to the team to leave the building, and to move quickly to the helicopter, that was awaiting for them.

—

The helicopter ride was silent, as you all sat there with your own thoughts, processing the events that just transpired. Everyone was lost in their own thoughts, the weight of what just happened hanging heavily in the air. You stared at your hands, replaying the events in your head, feeling a mix of emotions.

But after a moment, you finally snapped out of the sorrow, and the weight of the recent events began to lift. You couldn't help but smile a bit, feeling relieved that it was over. Price noticed your change in expression and cleared their throat, grabbing your attention.

"Where did you learn to do such a brutal thing?" Price says, his tone demanding and making you feel anger fuming inside of you. "Answer me, X."

You met his gaze, your own expression now hardening as you got ready to reply.

"When you work alone, you learn stuff." You say softly looking at him.

Price was taken aback by your reply, he probably wasn't expecting that answer. He probably thought that you have some sort of training or special forces background. But the reality is that your training is the result of the situations you have been in, the fight for survival and the need to protect yourself.

"Stop the helicopter," you said, your voice firm and commanding, indicating that you wanted to get off the helicopter.

"We are in the middle of nowhere, X." Gaz calls out from the passenger seat, "There's no base or towns near here!"

"This is my stop!" you said, getting up from your seat. König quickly puts his arm out, stopping you. "I know this area like the back of my hand,"

"You aren't leaving," Ghost says, making you stop and look at him. "No one is, until we get to the base."

You could see the determination in Ghost's eyes, he was in command mode now, but you were not going to let anyone stop you. You pushed König's arm out of the way and grab your gear, quickly moving to the door of the helicopter. You opened the door, and without hesitation, you jump out as Price yelled your code name. König gets up from his seat, hitting his head on the ceiling, startled by your sudden move.

Soap immediately rushes to the open door, only to see a parachute blocking the sight of you. They knew then that you had planned this and you were determined to leave. They knew that this was not something that they could stop you from doing.

As you drift away from the helicopter, you could see your team looking at you in shock and confusion, but you didn't care, you knew that you had to do this. You had to be alone, to process the recent events and to think about your next move.

You were aware that your actions might have consequences, but you felt that it was necessary. You pull the cord and your parachute opened, allowing you to drift safely to the ground. As you landed, you felt a sense of freedom wash over you, knowing that you were finally alone, and that you could finally think and process everything that had just happened.

"She has a parachute!" Soap yelled, trying to calm down the men, who were startled and confused by your sudden move. "Captain?"

Price sits back and shakes his head, "Leave her, I know Laswell will have her around," he says with a sigh. "That woman is crazy."

It is clear that your actions caught them by surprise and they may not agree with your decision but they knew that they had to respect it. They knew that you have your own way of handling things, and they had to trust that you knew what you were doing.

They also knew that you have a reputation of being a skilled and capable operative, who have gone on solo missions before, you have the knowledge and the experience to handle yourself.

As you watch the helicopter vanish from your sight, a sense of relief washed over you. You were finally alone, and you could finally take a moment to process everything that had just happened. You felt the weight of the recent events lift, and you couldn't help but smile.

You take a deep breath, feeling the fresh air fill your lungs and the warmth of the sun on your skin. You lay down on the grass, enjoying the moment of peace, and taking in the beauty of your surroundings. The sounds of nature, the rustling of the leaves, and the chirping of the birds all helped to calm your mind and ease your soul.

You knew that you still have a lot to think about, a lot of decisions to make, and a lot of things to process. But for now, you were content to enjoy the moment, and to take a break from the chaos and violence of the mission. You close your eyes, letting yourself relax and drift away in the peacefulness.

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Months passed, and no one had heard from you. Laswell never informed the team what happened to you, if you had ever reported back to her or if you had gone on another mission. The team couldn't help but wonder about your whereabouts and what had become of you. They couldn't help but think about the way you had defeated an enemy, with no hesitation, no pity in your eyes, just emptiness, and a clear mode of self-preservation.

They thought about the times Soap would mention your code name, and how you always seemed to be one step ahead of the enemy. They couldn't help but admire your skills and your determination.

Until one day, out of the blue, you showed up in the briefing room, with Laswell awaiting the team.

Price was pleased to see you, relieved that you were okay and that nothing had happened to you. He was curious to know where you have been and what had happened during your time away, but he also knew that it was not the right time to ask.

Soap, on the other hand, was head over heels to see you, he couldn't help but smile when you entered the room, he had missed your presence and your skills. He couldn't stop himself from trying to imitate the move you did on the enemy, many times, yet he could never land it right.

"The Cartel has attacked again, this time getting the British involved," Laswell says, handing everyone a file. "We need to take out the leader, and put an end to this once and for all. X, you will lead this mission, and work with the team to take out the leader and dismantle the cartel. Then, you will return back to the base, where we will debrief and plan the next move."

"Is X joining our team?" Gaz says, raising an eyebrow as he notices the uniform, "I don't have anything against it if she is."

"Please, call me Y/n." You say getting up from your seat. "Excuse me, I have somewhere to be."

"Y/n, sit your ass back down," Price orders you firmly. "You will listen to your captain, and you will follow orders. We are a team, and we need to work together to succeed."

A small smile spread across your lips as you took in the new team you found yourself in. You were excited to explore the new world of teamwork, and see what kind of adventures awaited you. You look at the men in front of you, all of them delighted and happy to accept you into the team. You knew that it would take time for everyone to adjust, but who knows what kind of adventures could await you now?

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[whumpsday]

Kane & Jim BBU AU #1: 100913

Kane & Jim AUs Masterlist / Next

content: bbu, pet whump, shock collar, broken dish trope

welcome to the Kane & Jim BBU AU! if you don't know what BBU is: in short, it's a shared pet whump universe a bunch of whump authors write in. more info here. as i feel it necessary to state up front to avoid confusion, everyone in this AU is human, no vampires.

@bbu-on-the-side BBU Community Days #3: Discipline

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913 was a good enough pet.

He wasn't perfect, not by a long shot, but he was good at most of what he needed to do, his tasks. Cleaning wasn't hard. Neither was laundry, or dishes, or caring for plants.

Cooking was especially easy, that was 913's specialty. Not only that, but he enjoyed it, too. He didn't get to enjoy a lot of things at this place. Given it was his specialty, they would probably advertise him for that. Then he could cook every day for his owner and not have to worry about anything else.

However, while the chores came easy to him, the rest didn't. The pet stuff, the things everyone had to learn no matter what kind of pet they were. The positions, and how to talk all polite, that kind of shit. The respect crap, that was where he always messed up, and that was where he got his punishments. He wasn't trying to fuck up, it was just a lot to remember at once. He could never be a platonic.

913 rubbed at his collar. He hoped his owner would get him one without shocks. Even when it wasn't activated, the prongs dug into his neck all the time, and he hated it. Made him antsy.

But he didn't have time to worry about that right now. He grabbed his bucket to take to the other side of the room and continue his mopping.

"100913," Handler Schroeder called from behind as he stepped inside. 913 startled, dropping the water-filled bucket.

Fuck.

Handler Schroeder sighed, obviously irritated, which only made everything worse.

"I'm sorry, sir," 913 mumbled as the water spread over the floor. "Uh, you snuck up on me, so I just-"

913 cut himself off with a shriek as his collar activated, white-hot electricity arcing right into the side of his neck and setting his nerves alight. He fell to his knees, soaking his pants in the soapy water.

"Is that what you're going to do with your owner?" Handler Schroeder accused. "You mess up and blame it on them? Unbelievable. If that's the case, they'll return you right back here for refurbishing, you know. Maybe I should switch your program and make you a guard dog instead."

"I'm sorry, sir," 913 repeated, quieter this time, voice choked up with tears. His eyes bored down into the floor, too afraid to steal a glance at his handler. "Please- please- let me know how I can fix it. I wanna be better. Sir."

Handler Schroeder stomped over and grabbed him by the hair, rough fingers closing in his curls and yanking, forcing him to look up. "I will."

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It had been a month since 913 got bought, and he was okay.

Master de Sang was miles better than the facility, it wasn't even close. Things were fine here. 913 had his own room, and he spent most of his time looking after the estate. Master liked the meals he cooked, the very thing he'd bought him for. It was fine.

It wasn't like they told him it would be, though. Master wasn't the loving owner he'd been promised. Master was strict. Master had a temper.

He was still better, far better than the handlers. He wasn't always bad. When he was in a good mood, Master could even be nice to be around, better than being alone. Master would play cards with him, or let him watch TV with him. 913 loved the TV, giving him a view into what a person's life was like.

But Master never replaced his collar, and the prongs still dug into his neck every second of every hour of every day, even though Master didn't use the shocks. Yet.

And when Master was irritated, which was almost all of the time, 913 couldn't help but get nervous.

Today was a good day so far, at least. He stole a moment to stand in front of the kitchen window, to feel the sun on his skin. He couldn't remember what it was like to be outside, but he knows he must have been outside at some point. Before. He wonders if the sun feels different when it's not filtered through the glass.

913 let himself have just a moment to bask in its warmth before he got back to cleaning up lunch, the water running over his wrist having no effect on the barcode and number permanently etched into his skin.

As he washed the dishes, he couldn't help but wince as he heard Master stomping around upstairs. He only did that when he was upset, and when he was upset...

He tried to shake it off. Master was just on the phone. That was all.

Master came downstairs just as 913 was finishing drying everything. "Welcome back, Master!" he said, chipper and friendly despite the dread building itself inside him.

Master just scowled at him, as though the greeting had made everything worse. 913 wanted to pull his hair out and scream. He wished he'd gotten a little training in what the platonics do, complex conversations with their owners besides the basic respect and obedience. Maybe he could help Master if he did. But better a domestic than either of the other two.

"Hi," Master said flatly. He leaned against the counter, tapping his fingers against it restlessly.

"Can I get you anything?" 913 asked.

"We just had lunch," Master pointed out. He wasn't looking at 913, but he wasn't sure if that was good or bad. He was staring off into space like he always did when he had family troubles.

He remembered talking to one of the platonics once back in training, 418512. 512 was talking about how they were trained to sometimes be a little more casual, something that might sometimes be interpreted as disrespect. How if they stayed fully respectful all the time, it could come off as cold. Maybe that was why Master was irritated with him.

913 was pretty sure he knew what Master was upset about. It was a risk, but he decided to go for it. He made his voice as soft and sympathetic as he could.

"Is it your father, Master?" he asked quietly.

The slap rang so hard across 913's face that his ears rang. He dropped the mug he was holding, the ceramic shattering against the floor.

Master grabbed 913 by the chin as pain bloomed over his cheek. "Don't you fucking talk about my father. Don't even mention him. Got it?"

"Yes, Master," 913 squeaked, trembling in his grip.

Master threw him to the floor over the jagged pieces. "Clean this up."

He stayed down, not moving from where he was tossed even as the edges cut into his palms. "Yes, Master."

913 stayed completely still until Master left in a huff. Once he could hear the sound of his footsteps fade away, he began picking shards out of his skin, failing not to cry.

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expect two more of these :)

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[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM THE NOTEBOOK *  assorted dialogue from the 2004 film, adjust as necessary

i am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and i've led a common life.

you know you're not allowed.

it's against the rules.

they fell in love, didn't they?

i see you got my letters, finally.

i know that they happened, and they were wonderful.

they didn't agree on much.

don't do me any favors.

what am i gonna do in new york?

you wanna walk with me?

i'm not usually like this. i'm sorry.

i could be fun if you want. i could be pensive. smart. superstitious. brave.

the way i see it, i've got three choices. one, i can shoot him. two, i can kick the crap out of him. or three, i leave you.

please don't do this. you don't mean it.

wherever she is, that's where my home is.

none of those options get me to you.

look at us. we're already fighting.

you go back to your room.

stay out of trouble.

you just tell me what you want, and i'm gonna be that for you.

you're dumb.

come on. one date.

it was an improbable romance.

should i be worried?

they were crazy about each other.

it was real, wasn't it?

we were just a couple of kids.

get in the water.

you know what? i'm gonna do it. it's over. okay? it's over.

so what?

we really loved each other, didn't we?

i love to paint.

will you go out with me?

you leave me no other choice.

don't touch me! i hate you!

i'm sorry, baby. please just get in.

do you think our love can make miracles?

it's not about following your heart and it's not about keeping your promises.

you gotta be kidding me. all this time, that's what i've been missing?

why don't you just go then?

well, that's what we do. we fight.

it's not gonna be easy. it's gonna be really hard.

i'm not bitter anymore because i know that what we had was real.

what's that supposed to mean?

let's do it again.

just wait a minute. we're not really breaking up are we?

we can just finish out the summer and see what happens then.

will you do something for me, please?

it's not gonna be easy. it's going to be really hard; we're gonna have to work at this everyday, but i want to do that because i want you. i want all of you, forever, everyday. you and me... everyday.

it wasn't over for me.

you know that i want to give you all the things that you want, right?

science only goes so far and then comes god.

i was just going for a walk. i couldn't sleep.

what happens if a car comes?

money. he's got a lot of money.

i wanna go out with you.

i lost you once, i think i can do it again.

there are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten.

you smug bastard. i hate you for saying that.

do you think our love can take us away together?

i waited for you for seven years.

don't you take the easy way out.

you're bored. you're bored and you know it.

stay with you? what for?

what easy way? there is no easy way. no matter what i do, somebody gets hurt.

you have like a two second rebound rate, then you're back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing.

i think our love can do anything we want it to.

you wouldn't be here if there wasn't something missing.

if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, i'll smile at you with joy, and remember how we spent a summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love.

i have to go now.

well, you can't have everything.

if you're a bird, i'm a bird.

would you like some breakfast?

i wrote you 365 letters. i wrote you every day for a year.

in one respect i have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived: i've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.

it wasn't over. it still isn't over.

would you stop thinking about what everyone wants?

would you just stay with me?

i couldn't sleep last night because i know that it's over between us.

the best love is the kind that awakens the soul, and makes us reach for more.

you tell me when i am being an arrogant son of a bitch and i tell you when you are a pain in the ass. which you are... 99% of the time.

i love you. i'll be seeing you.

that's my sweetheart in there.

why didn't you write to me?

you arrogant son of a bitch.

it's normal not to forget your first love.

i already know i should be with you.

i'm not afraid to hurt your feelings.

what do you want?

it's not that simple.

goddamn it, what do you want?

the doctor needs to see you.

don't you go away. i'll be right back.

i don't know any tunes.

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Bully twist au v.s reader (untouchable part 2)

《Summary 》: You wanna break them in a way no one else can and maybe you are just manipulative enough to show them you will be superior

《Note》: Bully au inspired by: @.azulsluver also reader is on a revenge trip in this one!

Vil: I wished you were a pretty boy

You hated Vil. He bullied you, made you insecure about everything you were. You hated him with a fiery pation, the way he spread rumours about you and made stupid comments about you every day.

Something in you snapped as he forced you to lick his boots. You hated him from that day on, only wishing to break him with all your might...

"So, you are Neige LeBlanche?" You ask looking at the boy with a smile. You had learned from Vil how to make your eyes have hearts swimming in them, as if you truly loved someone.

"Uh, yeah? You must be the prefect from NCR, right?" He asked and you let out a slight giggle along with a nod. The black haired boy suddenly eyed you with great intrest.

"I heard you are a great fan of mine?" He asks and you smile realising everything is going according to plan. He was as manipulative as you were, you could feel it, but that was alright. You nod.

"Would you be intrested in getting a coffe with me?" He asks and you eagerly nod.

"I-I would love to!" You squeal making Neige grin, before the boy puts a finger to his mouth.

"But shh, those meetings have to stay a secret."

"Potato, where are you going?" Vil barks out and you quietly giggle. "No were." You answer, fully aware Vil had used Rook to check on your affairs over the past 3 months.

You were secretly dating Neige for 3 months already and Vil only now decided to question you about it. It was a win. You could see it on his face. It was eating away at him, you his favourite punching bag has decided to date his enemy.

"STOP LYING." He hisses grabbing your chin and digging his nails into your face. You force tears into your eyes. In reality Vil didn't matter to you. He already broke you, but you could never show him that you didn't care anymore. Not now at least.

"I-I am not lying!" You say letting out a few chocked up sobs and Vil growls. He let you enjoy his presence, you a speck of dirt a useless potato, but you still choose Neige? He can't contain his anger anymore. He wanted you to feel his pain.

"Oh Neige it was horrible!" You loudly exclaim, tears in your eyes. The ravenette hugs you close in a possessive manner. You didn't care that what you were doing was cringe. Neige fell for your act and that was all that mattered. You knew Rook was watching, you knew that he would tell Vil everything like the pet he was. "Well my cherié, come stay in RSA! Everything would be better for you!" Neige murmurs.

"R-really! You would let me?" You ask Neige with a smile on your face and he nods. He would have everything arranged just for you. Rook would probably report everything back to Vil and you could-

Someone storms into the room panicking. "Vil Schoenheit was poisoned and only a true love kiss can help him!" You look at the person in shook, not bothered to even think about Vil. It seems that everything has played into your cards currently.

You are forced to go to NCR, despite you yelling that you and Vil are nothing. The true loves kiss wouldn't work, but the person didn't care, pushing you into the room Vil was in.

You had never seen him in such a state. He looked like he was about to die, wich he probably was actually. You didn't know who poisoned Vil, but you were indebted to him.

"So they even send useless potatoes in to try." He snarls, sure you would come close to him and kiss him and he mentally gagged. At the same time he wanted to have you in such a chokehold, but what you do suprise him even more.

"If only you were a pretty boy Vil. Maybe than we would have worked. But there are plenty people that love you aren't there? I am not her to be a knight in shining armour." You softly caress his cheek, before walking out of the room with a gloomy expression on your face.

"I am sorry, but it didn't work."

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Azul: Just an insecurity

Azul, Azul, Azul. That boy was horrible, mainly because he only send his henchmen to bother you. He forced you into deals that put you in uncomfortable positions and many many other things. We don't even want to talk about the incident were he ridiculed you in front of the whole school.

But you knew how to get revenge. Azul had tried to get rid of all the pictures of him, but you still had one. One picture of him as a child in a very embarrassing situation. No one knew you possed it, you even had forgotten you had it for a while. You had gotten it from somewhere, probably the museum but you didn't really remember.

You sat in mostro lounge, using a phone someone had lost. It was easy to log in after you realised the code was the numbers 1-9. You created an anonymous magicam account and tagged everyone you could find, posting the picture from Azul you had found with the caption; look at my dormhead!

You wiped the phone after that, logging out of the account and getting rid of any other evidence before hiding the phone. You would probably add a few rumours later on, but that picture was enough for now.

After all you had hit him right in his insecurities.

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Carter: The best masquerade

Carter was a two faced bi.ch. He used his clones to make your life a living hell, even ridiculing you by making you the stupid friend at any occasion, but you were feed up with everything and ready to spew some venom of your own...

"Has someone seen the Ramshackle prefect?" Carter asks casually asks, looking at some students that just shake their heads. It irked him that he didn't know were you were, after all he wanted to play a prank on you, his social media needed content after all.

He suddenly noticed a few students whisper about something looking directly at him. He watched them, they giggled and pointed at him before continuing to walk past.

He brushed it off.

After finally finding you hiding in a tree, he decided that he would pull the prank on you know, making it a live stream.

The prank was simple and a classic, dumping cold water on someone. Just that your clothing became kinda see through once it was soaked.

He cackles seeing you scream in shook and jump up, calling you names saying that you were sensitive, he had the camera pointed at you, not noticing everyone could see you crying.

He put an arm around you grinning into the camera. "Aren't they to sensitive guys? Like it was just cold water." He doesn't notice your uncomfortable expression.

The next day there were more people looking at him weirdly, ignoring him or giving him rude comments. He didn't understand it, why would they do that.

He was angry for the rest of the day. He needed you to become his personal punching back, but unbeknownst to him, someone filmed him...

Carter didn't know how to feel. There was a major call out on him and hate comments filled his videos. Someone had took their time to analyse his videos after the live prank and called him out on his behaviour.

"Also, I think the prefect needs some justice?" The person suddenly said, talking about the fact that you were always a victim, even showing the proof of Carter bullying you.

From one week to the other his whole life had turned around, he couldn't get even remotely close to you and he became a bullying and prank victim.

You smiled to yourself, the grin not even once leaving your face as you look at your friend. "Thank you for helping me!" You say and the friend nods.

"It was fun taking part in this masquerade."

Part 3: Malleus: heart of stone, Kalim: my world is blue, Trey; Rotten teeth

(Also request are open!^^)

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[whumble-beeee]

Tortured? I Was Tortured Once.

The (Un)Official Guide to Hero-Keeping | Cont'd from Part 5

Content: disabled whumpee, trans whumpee, past captivity references, torture, threats, begging, blood

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Except from: The (Un)Official Guide to Hero-Keeping; a self-help guide for villains and bounty-hunters

[{When hero-keeping in the short term}... it's imperative to do everything in your power to keep your identity a secret; wear a mask to hide your face, cover as much of your body as possible to minimize the amount of prints, hair, or other forms of DNA/evidence you could leave behind at the scene. Use a voice modulator, and if you can help it, don’t even be in the same room with the hero when they are conscious. Most importantly, do not tell the hero any identifying details about yourself, your loved ones, or your past.

This is solely to protect you, the dastardly villain! Should the hero ever escape or decide to take revenge (not that a hero would ever dare, as long as you follow the instructions in this guide!), you want to make it nigh impossible to find you and hurt you, lest they turn you into their captured villain!]

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“Alright!” Deeby clapped his hands together, chipper than ever. “So, back when I was in the early days of my job, I sometimes made some… questionable choices. Dangerous ones. Not that what I do isn’t dangerous, I can handle the dangers of the job. I mean I fucked with the wrong people. Powerful people. Not in the sense of… y’know, what you have. Super-powers. I mean like they were like a crime lord or CEO, lotta money, lotta power… God, I was a fucking idiot. But hey, live and learn, right?”

He brushed at Stan’s cheek to ease his attention up and away from the floor, where it had been firmly located since the start of the monologue. Stan just leaned away slightly and tried not to let his burning eyes brim over into tears. “I’m still here, right? Still kicking, so I must have done something right.”

“Unfortunately…” Stan mumbled.

“Repite?”

“Nothing.”

Deeby tilted his head matter-of-factly. “Look, if you’re gonna be defiant, at least do it loud and proud, bud.” He ruffled Stan’s hair much too aggressively for Stan’s liking.

“Might actually respect you if you did that. Anyway, I’m sure you can figure out what basically happened after that; I got hired to rough up some asshole’s waste-of-space trust fund kid, gave him back with a couple bones broken and a couple extra bullet holes, but he was fine, then daddy got mad and managed to find me somehow, and here’s where it gets really interesting, bud. You wanna know what this chain’s for?”

He reached up and jangled the metal loops reaching down from the ceiling, and the chain shifted just enough to barely nudge into Stan and nearly send him careening backward again from fear.

“Uh…” He’d been doing his damndest to ignore the mercenary and retreat into himself, and was actually half succeeding right up until the required audience participation. The question just served to jarringly rip him back headfirst into the painful and hopeless despair of the present situation. “Not–... Not really…”

“Sucks to be you then, I guess. So I get knocked out and kidnapped, and I wake up in this, like, fucked up white-tiled torture room with like a drain in the floor and suspicious cabinets and all that, and then I'm strung up in the center of the room–...”

He grabbed Stan's arms and wrenched them up all the way above his head, so his wrists were together in Deeby's hands and held flush with the chain. Then he pulled up even more. Stan squeaked and briefly struggled to tug away, but quickly fell into pliable stiffness under the mercenary’s warning stare. So instead, he stretched as tall as he could, shoulders pressing the sides of the collar into his neck to try and relieve the tension. It didn't really work.

“...–Like this. So I was literally hanging from the ceiling from my wrists, feet barely even touching the ground, cuffs grinding into my wrists so bad they were already bleeding when I woke up, it hurt like shit. Hold your arms up there, would ya bud?”

Deeby let go of Stan's wrists and he immediately pulled them back into his sides. No way he was holding himself in a torture position. No way.

That was until the mercenary regrabbed his wrists and slammed them back up into the chain, leaning down slightly and getting way too close to Stan’s face. He could feel the body heat radiating off the man.

Stan leaned away as much as he physically could, which wasn’t much with his arms holding him excruciatingly erect.

“You’re really starting to get on my nerves,” Deeby growled, not a trace of his usual smile highlighting his fiery eyes. “Hold the position or I’ll lock your handcuffs up there just like they did to me and we can roleplay it exactly as it played out. You wanna do that instead?”

Stan managed a minuscule shake of the head. He was sure he’d be able to feel the bounty hunter’s breath on his face if it weren’t for the mask.

“Speak up, runt.”

“G-got it,” Stan breathed.

Deeby more tentatively let go of Stan's wrists this time, an unnecessary precaution, since Stan grasped the chain and held onto it for dear life so as not to anger him further.

This isn't so bad. He lied to himself, Deeby mercifully backing up to more than inches away from his face. At least there aren't any flashbacks now. Just have to hold the chain.

“Yeah, just like that. Perfect.”

He held up his fingers to create a fake camera frame around Stan. As if he knew exactly what picture he wanted to paint with Stan's body.

“So I woke up like that, hanging by the wrists, and of course I recognized the guy because I do my research, y'know? So I woke up and I already knew exactly what was happening. He tried to monologue at me, I bantered back, the guy was getting all pissy because I guess I was too smug or whatever. And… well, I forgot to say, when I woke up, they'd taken off my shirt–”

Deeby started to twiddle at the top button on Stan's button-down and, with an amount of force that surprised the both of them, Stan slapped his hand away and nearly toppled to the ground jumping backward.

“Don't touch my shirt!” he yelped. He tripped over the chain that anchored him to the corner sending spirals of agony out from his knee again before he stabilized himself and stared at the mercenary in abject terror.

Deeby stared back in disbelief. Then a flash of danger, a slight tilt of the chin, furrowing of the eyebrows, a tensing of the shoulders.

“You… really don't know when to quit. Do you?” he growled.

Stan took another small limp back. “I–”

“I'm not gonna take your shirt off.” Stan barely withheld the primal urge to fully turn around and run when the mercenary surged forward, grabbed Stan by the chain of the handcuffs, and yanked him forward. The southern twang rang so hopelessly clear through his wrathful voice. “I am many unsavory things, but a perv ain't fuckin’ one of 'em. Get back over here and stay before I kick your ass again.”

Then once again, Stan found himself with his arms pinned above his head and flush against the chain. Though this time, the mercenary clamped his hand over Stan's own, pressed them in so hard that Stan's fingers smushed painfully between the chain links. He didn’t even try to struggle. Just tried to shrink away from his towering presence and keep his eyes on the floor. Not let Deeby see the redness of his eyes that threatened tears.

“So, Stan, whaddya think they did to me next?” Deeby questioned, humor all but gone from his voice. “Strung up, shirt off, completely helpless and at their mercy. What would you do if you were a sick sonofabitch getting revenge on the person who tortured your son?”

Stan stared off to the side. “I… I don't…–”

“Oh come on, bud, you must have some sort of idea. Can't think of a single way you'd hurt–”

“No, no, no no nononoNO!” Stan mutter bordered on shouting as he started trying to yank his hands out of the mercenary’s grasp and only succeeded in yanking them hard enough that he was being held up solely and much more painfully by the cuffs themselves.

He couldn't take this anymore, was Deeby gonna torture him or not?

“I can't think of a single way I'd wanna torture someone! I'm not some– some freak sadist kidnapper-torturer like that guy! Or like you!!”

Deeby hummed lightly, unfazed by yet another one of Stan's outbursts, holding the cuffs firm. “You'll learn.”

Stan growled and yanked again, hard enough that when they didn't give it all, he actually lifted into the air slightly. He cried out from the bite of the metal digging into his wrists and scraping into the top layers of skin. A few drips of blood started to pool on the surface.

If Deeby noticed the scarlet now smeared across Stan's wrists, he didn't show it. He just pulled the chain of the cuffs up further. Stan's elbows locked straight up, pressing into the side of his head. He almost had to go up on his tiptoes.

“Besides,” the hunter continued nonchalantly. “What he did to me isn't what I would do to you, if I were to torture you.”

“IF!?” Stan groaned, trying another weak yank against the cuffs and sending small lightning bolts of pain down his arms. “What do you mean ‘if’?! What–… What do you call this?”

Deeby shrugged. “Foreplay?”

Stan froze dead in his tracks. He could physically feel all the blood leaving his head and rushing down straight to his feet. Foreplay? As in… There was… Ge wouldn't, right? There was no way.

“Y-you–...” He could barely even get words to form properly, barely able to suck in enough air to even speak. “You–... Wait, you–”

“Cálmate, Stan, Christ, it was a joke. Loosen up. Wanna know what I would do, though?”

“Ah…”

His head felt like it had just been dunked underwater. Or maybe that was the concussion coming back haunt this waking nightmare once more. Who’s to say? Why not both, make it a party.

And yet, Deeby still leaned down to whisper in Stan's ear; “There's a reason I put the leash chain on your good leg.”

Before Stan could react, Deeby leaned back on his heels and pulled the chain hanging from the ceiling with him, unbalancing Stan just enough that he had to try to take a step forward to readjust, except the fetter on his ankle caught on the very end of the leash. He couldn't get his good leg under himself for support. Which left–

Stan let out a yelp as his full weight fell onto his injured knee, shooting rivulets of pain all the way up to his spine. And couldn't shift his weight off of it with how to chain dragged him out, so when his knee immediately buckled to save himself from the screeching pain, he had the new problem of the cuffs knawing into his already bloody wrists, which made him scream again and claw desperately at the chain and the hand holding him up until he was death gripping the chain in a half pullup. His arms were already shaking from the strain of it.

“DEEBY!!” He choked out. “Deeby! Deeby please stop, stop, I can't AUAGH–” He slipped and spent agonizing moments flailing before he got another hold again, moments in which Deeby didn't let up at all, despite Stan's amiable requests.

“Deeby you said–!” he could barely squeak out a phrase through the tear-blurred vision and gasping breaths and the sheer amount of concentration it took to focus through the already horrible aches and agony the clench onto the chain and hold himself up and not make it worse. “You said no torture! You– you said–! Let go! You said you wouldn't–”

“I said I wouldn't hurt you if you did what I told you to.” Deeby retorted nonchalantly, pulling back on the chain just a bit more and wrenching Stan even more off balance. “Which you didn't.”

“Let go–!” Stan tugged as hard as he could. No give.

“Repeatedly.”

“I can't–” Stan's voice cracked. His hands were on fire clutching onto the cold metal links. “I can't hold this, I can't, I can't, please let go-o, it– it hurts! Please!”

“That's the point, bud, it's a stress position. It stresses you. You’re doing great, chiquito, taking it like a champ.”

Little droplets of blood left bright red tracks down Stan's forearms as whines squeaked out from behind his gritted teeth in place of the full blown screams he refused to let out.

“I hate you.”

“Tell you what, bud. If you can shut up for just 30 seconds, no whines, no cries, no begging or grand sweeping declarations of feelings, I'll let you down. Deal?”

“That’s–!”

“Take it or leave it. Deal?”

“Deal–! Deal!”

“Great, now mouth-shut.”

Stan immediately squeezed his lips together as violently as possible and focused every single fiber of his being into holding himself up, keeping off his bad knee and not letting the cuffs scrape his arms to bone while also not squeaking in pain or cursing Deeby out. That may have been the hardest part of the entire balancing act. His muscles burned with the strain. His hands started to slip on the chain from the sweat, so he gripped harder, hard enough that his hands started to go numb. That was fine. Less pain, right? Was thirty seconds over yet? Stan just had to pray that Deeby would keep his word this time and actually only do thirty seconds. God he would give anything to just go home. See his family again. Be out of this hell.

Then a new, perfunctory voice shattered his fragile concentration. He'd been so laser focused hadn't even noticed someone else enter the room.

“Oh, did I interrupt an intimate moment? I can come back in ten minutes if you two wanna finish up.”

Stan’s grip slipped on the chain and he cried out, catching himself after an agonizing centimeter fall and praying to anyone that would listen that Deeby wouldn’t get mad at him for it. Though Deeby didn't seem to care too much anymore as his own grip holding Stan's cuffs loosened and a small growl ementated from the bottom of his throat.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Then Stan was suddenly freed, cuffs no longer held in the iron grip of a bounty hunter, and he collapsed to the floor in a graceless heap.

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Taglist: @flowersarefreetherapy | @pirefyrelight | @cakeinthevoid

#whump #heroes and villains #whump writing #whumper #whumpee #hero whump #defiant whumpee #kidnapping whump #captivity whump #trans whumpee #disabled whumpee #(un)official guide #honestly im pretty proud of this chapter #its very fun and good #and i feel like it flows really well #also #a new challenger has entered the ring? #who could it be??? #bad news for stan #thats who it is #dont worry i will give him some comfort eventually :) #but i meant it when i said this boy is gonna have to EARN IT #lets just say deeby is gonna feel bad for stan by thr time this guy leaves #and we're also gonna learn some new stuff anout deeby! #yay!

[zukosasukelovebot]

The worst part is remembering

Yeah I wrote another fic shut up

If you wanna read it on a03 it's here

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Sokka fidgeted with the sleeves of his shirt, wringing it over and over again. 

It has been two weeks. Two weeks since he and Zuko broke up. They hadn't told their families yet, it was too painful to even speak about. It wasn't a good break up.  Zuko was going abroad for a couple of years and asked Sokka to go with him.  

Sokka refused. He had his studies, his life in Canada. 

'I stayed here for you!'  Zuko had yelled.

Sokka blinked. "What?"

"I wasn't meant to stay this long but I stayed because I fell in  love with you."

Sokka felt himself get angry. "I never  asked for you to stay for me. That was your choice!"

His heart hurt when he saw the visible flinch his boyfriend… ex? Did. 

"Right. I know when I'm not wanted," he had said, after a long pointed moment. 

"Lets break up."

Sokka let out a shaky breath, closing his  eyes. No matter how much he wished he could forget he ever loved or knew Zuko he knew he never would. It would be like erasing a huge chunk of himself so he could feel momentary relief.  Life didn't work like this. He'd have to learn to get over it. 

He countes to ten  before opening his eyes again. He looked at the mirror, his reflection showing someone who was nervous but happy to see his family after months at college, months of expecting to bump into Zuko. 

There was a loud knocking sound coming from the other side of the door.

Sokka jumped; forgetting where he even was.

"Come out! Some of us have to use the bathroom,you know!"  Katara yelled. 

Right. Of course. 

He breathed  in one more time and then opened the door, his face morphing into a smile.

"Sorry. I was making sure my hair looked good."

Her eyes scanned over Sokka and she hummed. "You look fine," was all she said before  she quickly pushed past him and  rushed in the bathroom, slamming the door shut. 

Sokka could do this. He could sooo do this.

With that false confidence in mind he left to wait in the sitting room for family members to arrive. 

…

Dinner was going  well so far, everyone chatting and enjoying their fompany when Sokkka's little cousin spoke. 

"Hey Sokka?" She asked, causing everyone to glance at him.

He suddenly felt nervous but he pushed it down. 

"Yeah ,Kaya?"

"Where is that angry boy you used to bring around?" She asked curiously. 

Hadoka glanced at Sokka. "Come to think of it… I haven't seen Zuko in a couple of weeks. Is everything OK with you?" He asked,

Sokka felt like the world had tipped on his axis. Like his center of gravity shifted. 

He frantically looked at the faces of his family who expected him to talk.

He opened his mouth but it felt like  someone just plopped sandbags in his chest.

"Sokka?" Hadoka asked. "You don't look so good."

Sokka wished he knew what he looked like right in that moment. 

The next thing he knew he was walking out of the room, his movement fast and purposeful.

He heard worried mummers but he ignored them. He rushed to his room where he shut and locked the door. 

He slid down the closed door and quickly grabbed his phone. 

Please.please.please. 

Gold encased his vision.  Gold eyes as bright as the sun looked back at him as he tried to get himself out of his panic attack. 

Zuko would rub his back and tell him to count so that's what  he did. 

He felt tears pricking in his eyes before spilling in a hot stream on his face. 

He missed Zuko. So fucking much.  He kept pictures of him for times like this and it helped but then he REMEMBERED  and it all came flooding back.

He sobbed, drawing his knees to his face so he could carry into his legs. His whole body shook as he cried. He felt so stupid crying over something he pushed. Something that he should have seen coming. 

But the worst part of love is … is that he remembered all of it. The good, the bad, the times when Zuko would randomly ask to be spooned instead of being the big spoon. The way Zuko had a tendency for sweet food after Sokka showed him some dishes he enjoyed. The way you could visibly see him think of the right thing to say. The way… the way he loved. He remembered it all. 

And it fucking hurt because he had to live in a universe where Zuko wasn't his anymore. He had to live with memories. With pictures. 

One day he will forget Zuko's voice. He wasn't ready for that. He'd never be ready for that.  One day he'll get over it. 

But today…. Today wasn't  the day. 

He didn't realise he was doing it until it was too late after he pressed send. 

'I don't want to live in a universe where I only know you by pictures. Please… I need you to come back. I can't imagine forgetting how you sounded at night sleeping next to me. Or how you laughed at my stupid jokes. Please… please come back.'

Sokka stared at it for a long time, not having the heart to delete and unsend  it .

He had stopped violently sobbing now, small hiccups catching his breath as he slowly calmed down. 

He nearly started crying again when he finally heard the DING sound. 

'Do you mean that?'

Yes. Sokka meant what he had written.

'I'll see you soon. I booked a flight to Canada. Make sure the door is open for me when I come back.'

Sokka felt himself laughing at himself, a weird sound between a sob and a  laugh. 

Maybe… this wasn't the universe they were  broken up. It was the one where they slowly learned to be with each other again. And Sokka much preferred that one  Sokka fidgeted with the sleeves of his shirt, wringing it over and over again.

It has been two weeks. Two weeks since he and Zuko broke up. They hadn't told their families yet, it was too painful to even speak about. It wasn't a good break up. Zuko was going abroad for a couple of years and asked Sokka to go with him.

Sokka refused. He had his studies, his life in Canada.

'I stayed here for you!' Zuko had yelled.

Sokka blinked. "What?"

"I wasn't meant to stay this long but I stayed because I fell in love with you."

Sokka felt himself get angry. "I never asked for you to stay for me. That was your choice!"

His heart hurt when he saw the visible flinch his boyfriend… ex? Did.

"Right. I know when I'm not wanted," he had said, after a long pointed moment.

"Lets break up."

Sokka let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes. No matter how much he wished he could forget he ever loved or knew Zuko he knew he never would. It would be like erasing a huge chunk of himself so he could feel momentary relief. Life didn't work like this. He'd have to learn to get over it.

He countes to ten before opening his eyes again. He looked at the mirror, his reflection showing someone who was nervous but happy to see his family after months at college, months of expecting to bump into Zuko.

There was a loud knocking sound coming from the other side of the door.

Sokka jumped; forgetting where he even was.

"Come out! Some of us have to use the bathroom,you know!" Katara yelled.

Right. Of course.

He breathed in one more time and then opened the door, his face morphing into a smile.

"Sorry. I was making sure my hair looked good."

Her eyes scanned over Sokka and she hummed. "You look fine," was all she said before she quickly pushed past him and rushed in the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

Sokka could do this. He could sooo do this.

With that false confidence in mind he left to wait in the sitting room for family members to arrive.

…

Dinner was going well so far, everyone chatting and enjoying their fompany when Sokkka's little cousin spoke.

"Hey Sokka?" She asked, causing everyone to glance at him.

He suddenly felt nervous but he pushed it down.

"Yeah ,Kaya?"

"Where is that angry boy you used to bring around?" She asked curiously.

Hadoka glanced at Sokka. "Come to think of it… I haven't seen Zuko in a couple of weeks. Is everything OK with you?" He asked,

Sokka felt like the world had tipped on his axis. Like his center of gravity shifted.

He frantically looked at the faces of his family who expected him to talk.

He opened his mouth but it felt like someone just plopped sandbags in his chest.

"Sokka?" Hadoka asked. "You don't look so good."

Sokka wished he knew what he looked like right in that moment.

The next thing he knew he was walking out of the room, his movement fast and purposeful.

He heard worried mummers but he ignored them. He rushed to his room where he shut and locked the door.

He slid down the closed door and quickly grabbed his phone.

Please.please.please.

Gold encased his vision. Gold eyes as bright as the sun looked back at him as he tried to get himself out of his panic attack.

Zuko would rub his back and tell him to count so that's what he did.

He felt tears pricking in his eyes before spilling in a hot stream on his face.

He missed Zuko. So fucking much. He kept pictures of him for times like this and it helped but then he REMEMBERED and it all came flooding back.

He sobbed, drawing his knees to his face so he could carry into his legs. His whole body shook as he cried. He felt so stupid crying over something he pushed. Something that he should have seen coming.

But the worst part of love is … is that he remembered all of it. The good, the bad, the times when Zuko would randomly ask to be spooned instead of being the big spoon. The way Zuko had a tendency for sweet food after Sokka showed him some dishes he enjoyed. The way you could visibly see him think of the right thing to say. The way… the way he loved. He remembered it all.

And it fucking hurt because he had to live in a universe where Zuko wasn't his anymore. He had to live with memories. With pictures.

One day he will forget Zuko's voice. He wasn't ready for that. He'd never be ready for that. One day he'll get over it.

But today…. Today wasn't the day.

He didn't realise he was doing it until it was too late after he pressed send.

'I don't want to live in a universe where I only know you by pictures. Please… I need you to come back. I can't imagine forgetting how you sounded at night sleeping next to me. Or how you laughed at my stupid jokes. Please… please come back.'

Sokka stared at it for a long time, not having the heart to delete and unsend it .

He had stopped violently sobbing now, small hiccups catching his breath as he slowly calmed down.

He nearly started crying again when he finally heard the DING sound.

'Do you mean that?'

Yes. Sokka meant what he had written.

'I'll see you soon. I booked a flight to Canada. Make sure the door is open for me when I come back.'

Sokka felt himself laughing at himself, a weird sound between a sob and a laugh.

Maybe… this wasn't the universe they were broken up. It was the one where they slowly learned to be with each other again. And Sokka much preferred that one.

#zukka #sokka #zukka fanfic #zuko #sokka/zuko #zukkaau

[pandajaye]

I Wanna Be With You ~ (Chapter 1)

Characters: Bang Chan x OC!Naomi

Fandom: Stray Kids/Skz

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.0k

A/N: Hello, I write a lot but this will be my first time writing a fictional version of a real person so sorry if I mess up, I love Channie and I love the thoughts I have about Channie and want to express them through writing him with a new original (black!!!! 💅🏾) character of mine (more to come soon), I hope this is up to some of y’all’s standards and that y’all like it, enjoy!

No matter what anyone tells you, always remember to follow your heart. It may lead you to wonderful places and new experiences. Exactly like how it led Naomi to finding the love of her life. Naomi wasn’t sure what she wanted to do when it was time for her to enter the real world. So many of her peers realized things about themselves and had future plans that seemed so impressive and successful that they made her feel like she’d be stuck in the same place forever. Eventually, she had had enough of being confused about the future and needed to figure something out.

They say that a job is not the same as a career. That you can work a job, but you want your career to be something you’re passionate about. For Naomi, that was entertainment. She absolutely loved the entertainment industry ever since she was a little girl and would swoon over Aladdin’s smile or dance along with Beyoncé on YouTube or picture herself winning her own Oscar for being cast in a big movie. She understood that a big part of the entertainment industry was the behind-the-scenes work. Like the people that helped in the dressing rooms, fixing up the entertainers to look their best. As she got older, she fell in love with makeup. From daily looks to Halloween spooks, she was obsessed with it. A lightbulb appeared over her head when she came up with a wonderful idea. Naomi would learn to work in the entertainment industry as a makeup artist!

Naomi worked hard to learn all she could about makeup and skin and how colors worked for different tones and shades. She enrolled in cosmetology college and esthetician training classes and always worked hard to be successful, some of that success coming from showing off her creativity and style. Things started out small but over time she got more and more hirings for more than just parties and proms and weddings. She was getting hired for fashion shows and television and small movies. However, even with her success, she still wanted a little more from life itself. At the age of 23, she packed up her bags, hugged her family and everything she knew goodbye, and traveled to a place on the other side of the planet. Depending on which way you go, of course.

Another one of Naomi’s loves was music. The way certain voices would hug her mind be it happy songs or emotional songs or songs meant to make you feel like you could defeat a final boss, she loved music. During her early college days, Naomi found a new genre of music that she’d never heard of before called K-Pop. Korean Pop wasn’t popular where she was from but some of her new peers seemed to know a lot about it. Listening to K-pop is actually where a lot of her new school friends came from. Out of all the groups she listened to, the band to win her heart was Stray Kids. A group of eight incredible, talented, and super handsome men that sang and danced their way into her heart. The way their beautiful and unique music and voices took control of her emotions and turned her bad days into the best days was a special kind of happiness.

Happiness. That's exactly how she felt when she looked into his eyes. Among the eight members of the group, there was the oldest, the leader, Bang Chan. Bang Chan spent years on screen, becoming a trainee at the JYPE company when he was thirteen years old. He spent seven years waiting to find his group and those seven years could definitely be described as worth it. Sure, the group had their own trials and tribulations to overcome, but they continued, and continue, to rise through the ranks and make their place in halls of fame. Growing each year, becoming close like brothers. They're a family that represents fate. Award after award, sparkling performance after sparkling performance, Stray Kids shake the music industry and make their place everywhere all around the world.

Bang Chan is also one of the groups producers, his talents are more than what he does on stage or at dance practice. He spends all night putting beats together and working his magic, which he also does with Changbin and Han, who make up rap group 3Racha when all three of them join creative forces. "I can't stay awake anymore, Channie-hyung... I think Jisung is already asleep," Changbin yawned, sitting up on the couch to stretch. "I'm going to call a car to come get us. I think we have makeup trials in the morning for the next awards performance. I don't want to fall asleep with an eyeshadow brush on my face." While Chan could hear him talk, Han... not so much, his mind was only focused on the words of this new song. Or at least on the new beat anyway.

It was going to be a new love song, something to follow up Case 143 and Winter Falls. It would be a soft melody, something you could fall asleep to because it would ease your heart so you can focus on the person you love. "Chan-hyung? Hellooo?" Changbin's voice was actually able to capture Chan's attention this time. "Huh? What is it?" Chan turned to look at the great Dwaekki man who shook his head and sighed. "Let's go. I want my bed. You, too, Quokka." Changbin pushed on Han's leg with enough force to wake him up but not enough to hurt him. Han whined and Changbin grumbled as Chan looked up at his desktop and began signing out of everything for the night.

By the time they got downstairs, the car was sitting right outside of the door. They let Han climb in first so he could get to the backseat and sleep some more on the way to the dorms. Chan, as always, let Changbin climb in second and then climbed in himself to make sure he was the last one inside. The other two members took naps in the car, but Chan forced himself to stay awake until they got home. There was pretty much silence other than some yawns and 'Goodnight's exchanged as they all turned in for the night. As Chan fell asleep, his mind continued to play the lovely melody they had conjured up while working in the studio. He felt the ends of his mouth twitch into a smile as he thought about how his fans would feel about this new love song. He hoped they'd feel dreamy.

The next morning, alarms woke the boys from their sleep. It was time to get up and get ready for makeup trials. Even the cold water while brushing his teeth and eating an energizing breakfast couldn't wipe the sleep from Bang Chan's mind. He was still so tired from last night; he couldn't even remember what time he went to bed. In the car, he let his eyes do a few long blinks until they got back to the JYPE building. He could've sworn he was sitting on a couch the last time his eyes closed but all of a sudden, he's now waking up in a makeup chair in front of a vanity mirror. "Naomi, Bang Chan is over here in chair four. You might want to hurry before he goes back to sleep."

Chan turned to look up at the kind voice talking about him. It was Sun Yoo, one of their veteran makeup artists. "Eh, I'm not sleeping. I don't know what you're talking about," Channie mumbled, sitting up in his chair and yawning. "Suuure. I believe you." Yoo smiled, chuckling to herself while blending out Felix's smokey eye. "I'm here, I'm here!" Another kind voice announced herself. Chan watched a new person set up her makeup supplies. She had brown to blonde ombre curly hair, kinky even, which was something he'd heard on the internet. Her skin was sparkly and deep brown like a luxurious espresso color. It was smooth and beautiful and looked so soft. "Annyeonghaseyo, Mr. Bahng. My name is Naomi. I will be your makeup artist for the day. It's nice to meet you."

Naomi quickly did a slight bow but to Chan it lasted forever. The light from the vanity shown behind her and flowed through her curls as they bounced coming back up. Her nose was beautiful and broad though the very tip came up just a little. It made her the perfect compass and could point to north better than any arrow. Her cheeks were soft with the slight tell of cheekbones and a jaw that was there just enough to prove it existed. The only makeup she had on was lip gloss and some mascara as far as Chan could tell. Her eyes were a brown that could make even the coldest heart feel warm like a big hug in a wool blanket. They made him feel safe and protected, which made him want to protect her.

"Mr. Bahng? Hello? Uh... Bang Chan?" Naomi's head was tilted with her face in a confused pout when Chan snapped out of his gaze. "Hm? Yes, yes, that's me. I'm Bang Chan. It's nice to meet you, Naomi. I trust that if anyone can make me beautiful, it's you." Chan smiled ever so welcomingly at his new makeup artist. Naomi couldn't help but smile back at his immediate charm. "Yes, sir. I'll do my best. But between you and I, I think you look beautiful just like this. Such a handsome man." Naomi had this smile she'd do where her two front teeth would show like a cute little bunny. Kind of similar to Felix. That smile of hers, those soft, full lips that had the prettiest two-tone coloring. He shouldn't be having these thoughts about this random but perfect woman he just met but he couldn't help it. She was mesmerizing.

Once the makeup trials ended and the artists and beauticians parted ways, the other members decided to order food to pick up on the way back to the dorms. There was an intense game of rock paper scissors to decide which car would be picking up the food that day, Chan's car lost and was chosen as the delivery chariot. Together, he and Hwang Hyunjin, another amazingly charming member of the group and co-writer of the song Red Lights, entered the restaurant together since it was a big order for one person to carry.

While they waited for the food, they engaged in small talk about how the makeup trials went. Hyunjin expressed how he whined and begged for glitter shadow and surprisingly won. Chan was proud of his musical son for fighting for what he wanted. While Hyunjin continued to talk about his experience, Chan saw gold with his peripherals. He turned to see... Naomi? What were the chances that she picked the exact same restaurant as them? She was sitting at a table with Sun Yoo and some other women that worked at the company. It kind of made Chan feel buttery to know that Naomi wasn't lonely.

If only he knew he was staring at her before she turned and looked him in the eyes. He jumped and quickly looked away, his nose and cheeks and ears becoming an adorable shade of pink. He glanced back at Naomi to see her smile at him before going back to talking to her friends. "Order for Mr. Bahng," the cashier called out. Hyunjin stepped up to the counter to grab the first bags of the group's food and then Chan after him. As they headed towards the door, something told Chan to take one more look back. It was too strong of an urge to ignore, so he did. He turned around and looked at Naomi who looked up at him when she caught notice. He readjusted the food to lean against him so he could have a free hand to wave at her. The rush he got when she, and the other women at the table, waved back was so energizing. He'd been more awake now than he had been all day. He turned back around and grabbed the food with his free hand and headed on out to the car. He really hoped to see Naomi again. Naomi, the human sunflower.

#bang chan #straykids #skz #changbin #seo changbin #han #han jisung #lee know #hwang hyunjin #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #felix

[spottedenchants]

got tagged by @ruvi-muffin to put my spotify wrapped on shuffle and post the 10 first songs :3

Everything is from my huge large C2 + TS post-campaign Essek playlist, so we've got quite the spread here (also sharing some of the lines that made me add them to the playlist)

Judgement Day by Stealth || pre-Lucien fight: “And if today is to be my final attempt at making good the things I’ve done, I’d be all right with that.”

Standin' at the gate Ready to meet my fate Cleanse my soul, it's not too late So bring on judgment day

2. Poison by Felicity || Essek reflecting on Caleb's words “you were not born with venom in your veins” because Essek has it now, and that needs to be dealt with

I look in your eyes And I'm numb to the touch A taste of your venom, it's all just too much You're like poison You're my poison

3. I Won't Lie (Acoustic Version) by Go Radio || the Might Nein really offered Essek a chance at life, didn’t they?

It doesn't matter where I'm going everywhere's the same Cold dark room I've put myself into You were a window to a world that I could never know

4. Chase the Sun by Arrows to Athens || Essek can live, will live. Caleb has left Eiselcross, and soon Essek will find a way to do the same

But can you feel so lonely if you're not alone? Let's find away to get back home alive So we chase the sun

5. I'm Losing Friends by Tanner Swift || Essek thinking about the Nein before learning they are in Eiselcross

And I think we might all be demons when we wanna be I can't afford to love I'm afraid if I give too much you'll leave Everyone does I'm losing friends and it scares me to death

6. The Other Side by Ruelle || Start of the Aeor Wizard Date, Essek's momentarily convinced he needs to push Caleb away

I don't want to leave here without you I don't want to lose part of me Will I recover that broken piece? + Is it fair, or is it fate?

7. Conspiracy of Silence by The Swoons || Essek’s father has gone off to Bazzoxan and died

Caught in a fire, oh heavenly father Said he’s takin’ a smoke, but he never came home Musta fell off the world + Will you weapon your skin (say), feed the monster within Or put up a fight? (say)

8. There Are Better Ways to Die by Tanuki || Worry over resting before facing the Somnovem/Lucien, then the idea for the dunamantic nap

No matter how this plays we'll reach the end the same The tears don't need to dry It won't always hurt this much Can you at least believe there are better ways to die?

9. Dark Star by Jaymes Young || Ep 77 Scourger in the cell, Essek is Dangerous™

If I told you where I've been Would you still call me baby? And if I told you everything Would you call me crazy?

10. Hollow Tune by Brick + Mortar || this is the 'TS!Essek leaves Eiselcross and goes to Nicodranas' song

A hollow tune, within the fire I feel and breathe, so uninspired My broken hands, my weary bones I sit my words beside my throne You're not alone, I'm not alone Can you hear me from there? You're not alone

Here's an open tag to anyone who wants to share their music!! 👀👀👀

#another year of essek thelyss songs xD #what can ya do #ruvi-muffin #chanse chatters

[ducknotinarow]

[I AINT DONE]

Brooklyn strolls up to her sister, says nothing, for the moment, but simply wraps her arms around them - tightly. Well, as tight as Brook can. She holds on for a while, much longer than needed, before finally explaining why she's clinging to Nina,

"I'm not letting go until you realise you are loved, and more than good enough," She declares, "I'm gonna hug you for the rest of time if I have to Nina."

| Muse interaction [start] [ part 2] [Part 3]

Nina had thought that was that Brooklyn said her own piece, and Nina went and explained her own side of it all. Hoping that is enough maybe they could just well drop it, for the time being, At least Brooklyn was still hanging around Nina. Good thing everyone else was asleep two Rogers in the kitchen after all was not something anyone wanted to deal with. It was a wonder JARVIS hadn't outright set off an alarm the moment they had stepped foot into the room. Nina thought eyeing the ceiling where one of the cameras JARVIS could see from was positioned. Pretty sure the AI didn't sleep? did he get shut down at night? or was he simply leaving them be until he had to step in?

She soon just shrugged her shoulders uncaring of the reasoning behind his quietness as she went about looking through the kitchen for stuff to snack on for the night. Well also hoping this wasn't going to be one of those times Brooklyn had some sudden weird craving for an unspeakable food combination. But they seemed quite maybe cause of all they had been talking about. Not that Nina was one to talk she had been pretty quiet herself as well. She was still weighed down by everything. Still thinking over everything Brooklyn had said to her. Just because she wanted to hurt someone didn't make her a bad person. That they all have wanted to hurt someone before and it didn't change a thing about any of them so why would it be for her. Was the sum-up version of all that from before. Nina had started to speak but she wasn't all too sure where she was going with her thoughts before. Her thoughts were just running rampant in her mind at the moment. not much connection there is a jumble of random thoughts, making it hard to even just focus on food. So ahead ready in and pulled out from mango cut into spears, and a lime.

Setting both to the counter she simply stared at the fruit for what seemed like forever. Before her attention shifted over to her sister once again. "I don't disagree by the way." Nina finally said being the one to break the silence between them gaining her Brooklyn attention right away. "I don't think really said I get what you were saying before." no she hadn't she was pretty quick to just change the topic the first chance she could todo so. "I Never would think dad or you or anyone else was in the wrong. Sometimes things do get personal in what we do. Any time that fucker Skull hurts ya I always wanna give him a taste of what he causes. If anyone ever hurt dad I do the same. And I know dad is just as bad heck you even hate Jaz simply cause I can't stand her guts. I don't have such a black and white view of things." Nina went on to try and explain. Gripping the lime in her metal hand enough pressure causes it to break and it just leaks out to pour over the mango. But she didn't go to eat it after she set the lime back down on the counter she found her words she guessed. "it's just.. the idea of wanting to hurt someone for such selfish reason." Selfish to Nina at least. "When I was just this sad hurting kid I fell in love with the idea of being a hero of doing for others. Pops was the one that when I learned about heroes made something pop in my mind and ignite something in me. My love for captain America was all I had then. That bastard on the other hand? was meant to be there for me but he wasn't..and he knew it as well as I did. I know compared to a lot of things it may not matter but having someone so openly leave you in your life when you expect them to be there. I just never wanted to be like him. I Wanted to so desperately be someone better...I wanted to be like my hero. I know pops ain't perfect he hasn't ever had to be perfect he was just something I could have as hope for myself. Sure I got into trouble cause of it, getting into fights, disrupting classes, you name it. But It was always because of my drive to be so separate from him..."

Moving to rest against the kitchen counter now. "He claimed to want to give me all the things a dad should to thier kid but he ran all the time. I never wanted to run away, like him. Never wanted to be a coward like him, someone who saw someone who needed them and just did nothing. I wanted to be like Steve Rogers, I loved hearing how he was this small little guy not suited to be in a war yet he kept trying. How he picked fights and stood his ground on want he wanted to do and be. The fact that's the kind of person who became this amazing hero we have now too? Then I did get to be like him. Expect now? I guess family lines are harder to break than I thought before." Nina quirked her mouth and let her brown scrunch up, thought getting even more knotted up than before. "I ran away scared, yeah i yelled at him and sure I didn't hit him..but I did what he dose I never run! I didn't run on the bridge and look!" She expressed throwing her metal arm out in front of her. "I didn't run then so why did I run then? How am i meant to be Steve Rogers daughter, or your sister even when I can cause my own arm to get janked up but can't even stand my ground in front of the one who hurt me the most? I have jumped out of planes, trained with Black window, stole from Hulk, and earned a fucking degree in engineering science yet in front of him I was five years old again. I have faced some out there things like the fucking Vampire mule and yet I run from him?!" Even if she dislikes Drac she never even ran from an actual monster. Nina just dropped her head into her hands she hated feeling like this being vulnerable it sucked.

Brooklyn hadn't spoken a word maybe letting Nina let things out again. Instead of words this time Brooklyn seemed to opt for a hug, making her way over to Nina as she wrapped her arms around her and hug tightly Nina did lift her head a bit so she could look over towards Brook, confused for a moment on why they were clinging to her so tightly right now.

"I'm not letting go until you realise you are loved, and more than good enough,"

Nina was about to speak up yeah she was kind of maybe making it out like she didn't think those things, but ..okay now Brooklyn was hitting the nail right on the head actually. Abandonment issues she likes to pretend aren't there clearly had a source after all.

"I'm gonna hug you for the rest of time if I have to Nina."

Nina just sighed and muster a smile, Brooklyn was one of the more stubborn ones in the family so that little claim may seem like an exaggeration but Nina was pretty sure they make it happen. "estupido" she said under her breath. But it wasn't towards Brooklyn it was towards herself. Se was being so stupid right now, putting in so much thought over the one meeting..for no reason at all. She managed t shifted a bit here and there before moving her arm to warp around Brooklyn in turn. "I think I'm gonna need that..just for a little long alright?"

#muse| nina rogers #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ star children til the end of the line aflockoffeathers] #stay qeued #muse interactions #((breaking the norm since I did this one too so you got these together uwu)) #((Also why nina looks up to steve so much ;3;))

[natsfirecat]

You’ve done this before, but omg I’m a sucker for them, so maybe Natasha has a nightmare and since Reader always make her feel better, she makes her way to readers room and tries to quietly lay next to her to not wake reader up. But reader does and comforts Natasha! ((Damn, pink eye? That sucks! 😖🥰))

Always

word count: 2.0k

pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader

warnings: nightmares, lmk if i need to add any more

A/N protective readers i hope you like this cuz this is really for yall lmao-

“You have no place in the world, Natalia. Neither does she.”

“No! What are you doing?”

Laughter erupted from the other woman as she emerged from the shadows.

“You caused this, Natalia. Your ledger is gushing.”

She held her hand over her chest as her breathing quickened.

She stared at the floor, falling to her knees.

“Stop!” She cried, keeping her hand on her chest.

The woman laughed again, then walked around her.

The scene changed, and they were back in the Red Room.

“You did this to her, Natalia. Just another dot of red on your ledger,”

A gun appeared in her hands, aiming at the targets.

She hit them all perfectly of course, but her stomach dropped when the target became a person in a chair.

“Do it, you know you have it in you. Let her die at your hands,”

“No…”

The woman laughed again, then pulled the rag off of the person’s head.

Natasha fell to the floor again, as she looked into the terrified eyes on the person in the chair; it was you.

It was her girlfriend. It was the person she had grown to love over the past few months of being together. It was the person who made her feel safe. The person she wanted by her side forever.

And now, that person really was about to become just another dot of red on her ledger.

-

“No!” She woke up, rolling over immediately. Her entire body was drenched in sweat and she was clinging onto her pillow as if her life depended on it.

She glanced up to check the time, seeing that it was 3:30 in the morning.

Letting out a sigh, she rolled back over to lay on her back.

She’s okay. Natasha thought to herself. She’s fine. It was just a nightmare.

She was still breathing heavily, staring at the ceiling.

She tried to think of other things to distract herself, but every single one of her thoughts ended up bringing her back to those thoughts.

She had the gun in her hand, and was about to pull the trigger no matter how much she didn’t want to.

She was about to hurt the person she promised she would always protect.

“No,” she whisper-yelled, hugging her pillow even tighter.

At this point, tears began to stream down her face. Her breathing became shaky again as she wiped her tears away.

Natasha took a deep breath in, then walked out the door and headed for your room.

You hadn’t been together too long, just a little under six months. Natasha hadn’t directly told you she loved you yet, but she tried to tell you in other ways.

She would hold you close, stroking your hair, placing soft kisses on both your cheeks before you’d turn around and kiss her on the lips.

While the team was fighting, she would always try to be fighting right by your side so she could protect you. If she couldn’t be by your side, she’d glance over at you often to make sure you were okay, or check-in with you through the coms. If you were in any danger, she wouldn’t hesitate to disobey orders and go to you.

Whenever you had her listen to a song you liked, she would listen with just as much enthusiasm as you; even if she didn’t even like the song. It was worth it seeing your smile.

While you had your own separate rooms, there were definitely nights spent with the other. She would pull you close, wrapping her arms around you. Sometimes, you’d cling onto her like a koala, and she’d just give your forehead a gentle kiss as you stayed in one another’s embrace.

When you had confessed to her that you wanted to learn how to braid, she did your hair in front of a mirror, giving you details about everything she was doing. She then sat in front of you, and continued walking you through the process. When you accidentally pulled a few strands of hair, she winced, but said nothing. She reached back and placed her hand on your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze before you kissed the top of her head.

You trusted her completely, she could tell. It was comforting for her, having someone who thought of her the way you did.

She knew she loved you, but just couldn’t bring herself to tell you. If she admitted it, then it would change everything, and she wasn’t quite ready for that yet.

You had actually told her you loved her last month. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t hurt that she didn’t say it back. You didn’t want to pressure her though, and told her to take all the time she needed.

Even if she couldn’t tell you, that just made her fall harder.

Now, Natasha stood at your door. Her hand hovered over the door handle for a few minutes, debating whether or not she should go in.

The logical part of her mind knew that you were okay, and she didn’t need to go in and make sure.

The other part of her mind was still reliving your screams in her head. That part was responsible for the trembling that was still happening in her hands. That part opened the door.

Plus, her heart was still racing. She wanted to be near you to be calm

She let out a sigh of relief as she saw the rise and fall of your chest as you lay sleeping.

Her breathing slowed, and she was finally able to relax a tiny bit.

-

Once again, Natasha was conflicted as she stared at your sleeping body.

Now that she knew you were okay, it was safe to go back to her own room. But, if she did, she was worried that her nightmare would come again.

So, she took a deep breath and took a step closer to you.

She then pulled the blankets back just a bit, then carefully slid into bed next to you.

Feeling calmer now, she leaned in and gently wrapped her arms around your waist. She didn’t want to wake you up, but she also wanted to feel close to you while she slept.

After a few moments of feeling herself getting more and more relaxed as she listened to your breathing, she smiled as drowsiness slowly started to overtake her once again.

Unfortunately, her moment was short-lived as you suddenly jolted awake, sitting up and turning to face her as fast as you could.

“Jesus, Nat,” you breathed out. “You scared me,”

“Sorry,” she mumbled, not making eye contact.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you replied, putting your hand on her cheek as she sat up too. You frowned once you felt the wetness from the tears that had been there earlier. “Is everything alright?”

“I’m fine,”

You let out a sigh, stroking her cheek with your thumb until she finally met your eyes.

“Do you wanna talk about it or just go back to sleep?”

She thought for a moment, thinking about how safe she felt with you.

“I was dreaming,” she started, which you nodded both in response and to indicate for her to continue. “I was back in the Red Room. I had no control over what I was doing, it was like my hands had a mind of their own,”

You saw tears swelling up in her already red eyes, so you reached your other hand over and connected it to one of hers, keeping your other hand on her cheek.

“I had to kill someone. It was like a memory at first, ‘cause it happened so many times. But then they revealed who the person was, and…” she couldn’t bring herself to finish as she leaned closer to you and buried her face in your neck.

You held her tight as she let out a few sobs, silently telling her that you were here.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, Natty,” you said as you began to rub her back.

After a few more heartbreaking sobs, she pulled back to face you.

“It was you,” she said quietly. “I had to kill you, you were gone”

Your heart broke at the sight of her. You wished you could take away her pain.

“I’m so sorry your mind gave you that cruel nightmare,” you told her. “But I’m not going anywhere,”

She let out another sob before wrapping herself around you again.

“Promise?”

“I promise,”

That was all it took as she let out one final sob before her breaths began to calm. You kept one arm around her back, then began to stroke the back of her head with the other.

“Sorry for waking you up in the middle of the night like this,” she said after a few minutes.

“It’s okay,” you told her. “I don’t mind. I just want you to be happy and alright, so if you need to wake me up in the middle of the night for that, then it’s okay,”

Her heart began to race once again, but it wasn’t because of the nightmares.

It was because of the thought she’s had for awhile, but could never bring herself to tell you.

“I love you,”

Your heart skipped a beat. You had been wanting to hear those words for so long, but never wanted to pressure her into something she wasn’t ready for.

Now, here she was, in your arms confessing her love.

When you had told her that you loved her, it was in a similar position to this. She was holding you (although it wasn’t because you had a nightmare or anything like that, she was holding you just to hold you) and you looked up at her and realized that you wanted her in your life forever, and there wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do for her.

You smiled so widely at her, your cheeks were beginning to hurt.

“I love you too,” you told her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

She was now smiling just as wide as you.

“I love you,” she said again, resulting in a giggle from you. “Wow, it’s easier to say now that I’ve said it once,”

You laughed again, then leaned forward and connected your lips to hers.

It was almost difficult to kiss, considering the fact that neither of you could stop yourselves from smiling.

You both got on your knees so you could be closer to one another while kissing, wrapping your arms around each other. She had one hand around your back and the other around your neck, while you cupped her cheeks with both hands.

Soon enough, you began to lose your balance, pulling her down with you.

You now both lay on your sides, facing each other, unable to stop the laughter coming from both of you.

“God, I love you,” she said yet again. “Sorry, you’re probably tired of hearing that now,”

“Never,” you told her, leaning in to give her a quick kiss before pulling back again. “I’m never gonna get tired of hearing you say it,”

“That’s good, because I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon,”

You connected both your hands to hers, staring at her for a few moments of comfortable silence.

“Thank you for trusting me enough to come to me, Nat,” you told her, rubbing small circles on her palms.

“Thank you for being the first person who made me feel safe enough to come to you,”

She leaned in and connected your lips once more, completely attaching herself to you.

“I’ll always protect you, just like you protect me,” you told her.

“Always?”

“Always.”

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x fem reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff hurt comfort #natasha romanoff hurt/comfort #soft natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x yn #black widow x reader #black widow x fem reader #natalia alianovna romanova

[waka-chan-out]

Ok concept/request, you're riding Iwaizumi in the Aoba Johsai locker room and Oikawa walks in on you two and you feel like everything is about to get really awkward, but then Iwaizumi asks if he could join in?

(I ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ your stuff so much btw!!!!!!!)

Cool Down

i am OBSESSED with this idea. y’all know how much i like writing multiple characters, huh? 👀 sorry for taking so long on this but thank you for sending in a request! i’m flattered you like my content baby i hope you’re doing well

i exclusively write post-timeskip characters so i’m going to change this to argentina national team oikawa and athletic trainer iwaizumi if that’s alright :) but the concept shall remain the same.

word count: 2k

content warnings: she/her afab reader, established relationship, threesome, oral (m. receiving), double penetration, “sir,” “good girl,” LOTS of pet names, ass play, very low risk public sex, light teasing, light dacryphilia, creampie

You could still hear players shuffling out of the arena from the locker room. Tooru had told his team not to wait up, that he was going to stay and catch up with old friends. Instead, he had pulled you into his team’s deserted locker room and pushed you against the cool concrete wall, too hyped up from his game to even manage a shower.

Somehow that made it even hotter as you tangled your fingers in his lovely blue jersey, holding on as tight as you could as you shifted up and down in his lap.

His breath rushed heavy into your ear, face screwed up in pleasure and pressed into the crook of your neck. Both of you were so wrapped up in each other that the ability to speak was stripped away entirely, leaving behind pants and groans and the occasional high pitched moan.

Your brains and bodies were occupied, and that made it impossible to hear the locker room door clunk open and the heavy footsteps approach the back row of lockers.

“Oikawa.”

The voice fell like a bucket of cold water. You couldn’t run, so you clapped your hands over your face and buried into Tooru’s shoulder. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Tooru turned around, an exhausted smile on his face.

“Iwa-chan.” He let out a cough, unable to catch his breath. “Thought you would’ve gone home by now.”

“I figured you’d pull something like this.”

“But you won’t tell, will you? Because you’re our good little Iwa-chan.”

Iwaizumi’s face screwed up in disgust.

“I wasn’t going to tell as long as you were in a generous mood.”

You perked up.

“What?” you asked. Iwaizumi crossed his arms.

“Shitty-kawa needs to learn how to share if he’s going to make a mess in our locker rooms.”

Your eyes grew wide and Tooru laughed.

“I don’t know whether to take you seriously or not, Iwa-chan.”

“I could just report you.”

“I didn’t say no, but I’m not the one you have to ask.”

They both turned to face you and your mouth grew dry.

Scanning Iwaizumi’s body, you couldn’t say you’d never thought about it. The few times you had met Tooru’s Iwa-chan in person he had such a presence around him. No matter how out of control Tooru got, Iwaizumi held the reigns, able to shut situations down in only a few words. Not only that, he was almost infuriatingly good looking. His uniform polo looked uncomfortably tight around his chest and biceps, and that’s not even mentioning the way his legs fit into his dress pants.

You wanted his arms around you. Immediately.

“Does the door lock?” you asked. Tooru grinned.

“I knew you were fun,” he said, pressing kisses to your neck. Iwaizumi’s lips curled into a smile and he disappeared for a moment. You heard an echoey click and he returned, already pulling his belt out of its loops. Tooru laughed again.

“Cocky, Iwa-chan. At least get them warmed up first.”

Iwaizumi approached you, continuing to undo his slacks.

“I think you’ve already taken care of that,” he muttered, pushing down on Oikawa’s shoulder so he would laid down on the bench. Iwaizumi leaned down and pressed a gentle but warm kiss on your lips.

“You’ll be good for me, right?” he whispered as he pulled down the front of his briefs. You grinned and tugged him closer by the belt loop.

“Yes.” You punctuated the word by wrapping your lips around him. He was slightly shorter than Oikawa but significantly thicker. You looked up at him and took him as far into your mouth as you could.

“Shit,” he breathed, cupping your chin and running a thumb over your cheek. “What did you do to bag this one?”

Oikawa laughed and laced his fingers behind his head.

“I’m very charming, Iwa-chan. You should know that by now.”

You smiled as much as you could with Iwaizumi’s weight still in your mouth. He looked down at you and combed your hair out of your face.

“Wanna make him shut up for me?” he asked. You became keenly aware of the fact that Tooru was still inside of you and circled your hips. He hissed and tipped his head back against the bench.

“Mean, Iwa-chan,” he gasped. You continued a steady rock in his lap and he let out small, sharp breaths, trying to remain composed as he watched your eyes focus on Iwaizumi’s. “Don’t push her head,” he warned. “She doesn’t like that.”

“Yeah?” Iwaizumi said. His hand cupped your face, gently following your movement as your head dipped and pulled back. “You don’t like when he shows you what to do, huh? What if I show you what to do? Will you let me?”

He pulled you off of him, gently swiping at your lip to clean your face. He pushed his index and middle past into your lips, dragging them over your tongue. You closed your eyes at the feeling and you heard him let out a content laugh.

“That’s my girl. Why don’t you bend over for me?”

You quickly leaned forward so you were laying on Tooru’s chest.

“You really are an obedient little thing, aren’t you?” he said, running a hand through your hair. “Why don’t you behave this way with me, hm?”

“Because you don’t command any respect,” Iwaizumi grumbled. He ran his hands over your ass then down, circling your entrance. You gasped and held Tooru tighter.

“Don’t act so shy,” he said through a laugh. “You’ve done that before and you know you like it.”

“Oh? Is that true?” Iwaizumi asked. You nodded, but he ran his hand over the back of your neck and tugged your hair lightly. “Words, darling.”

“Yes,” you stammered. He chuckled and unceremoniously pushed a finger inside of you. You let out a choked moan and pressed your face further against Tooru’s chest.

“Aw, Iwa-chan, be nice.”

“I am being nice. Feels good, doesn’t it doll?”

“Y—” You paused as Tooru leaned up to your ear.

“Call him sir. He’ll lose it.”

Iwaizumi landed a quick smack on your ass and pushed in another finger.

“What did I say about your words? Does it feel good?”

“Yes, sir.” The words were rushed, nervous. You were sure Iwaizumi could hear the hesitation in your voice, but the low groan that left him was assurance enough.

“Oh, fuck. What a good girl.” You could hear him readjusting his pants and gasped when he pressed up against you from behind. “You gonna be good and take all of me? I know you can do it.” You hummed as he started pushing forward.

“Yes, sir.”

He laughed aloud and continued to slowly sheath himself inside of you. He was going agonizingly slow, and though you knew you needed time to adjust, all you wanted was more.

“That’s right, baby. Take him like you take me,” Tooru said, running his hands over your waist. “I’m still better, though. Right?” Iwaizumi finally bottomed out inside of you and you let out a short, strangled sound, pressing your forehead against Tooru’s. “See? You’ve sent her right back into my arms.”

“We’ll see about that.” Iwaizumi pulled back slowly, dragging a shocked gasp from your throat. “You can’t fill her up like this. Right, sweetheart? Tell me how full you are.”

“So full,” you groaned. As his hips pushed forward again you mumbled, “please.” His laugh was even louder this time.

“Please what? Come on.”

“Please fuck me, Iwa.”

“I think that’s what I’m doing right now. You asking for more?” He moved his hips quickly once and you moaned.

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir.” You leaned up and looked Tooru in the eye. “Yes, Hajime. Please fuck me harder.” His eyebrow raised and a smirk pulled at his lips.

“Oh, fuck.” Iwaizumi’s voice rumbled in his chest as he gripped your hips, snapping them against you hard and fast.

“Look at you, doll.” Tooru purred. “Taking his cock when I’m still inside of you. You that desperate? You want me to fuck you too?”

You nodded, face screwed up in a wince as Iwaizumi found a perfect angle inside of you.

“No sir for me? Greedy little thing. I guess you can have my cock. Next time you’ll have to beg.” He joined Iwaizumi in holding your hips, lifting them slightly off of him so he could gain leverage. Then he began slowly moving, cock dragging inside of you and, oh fuck, did it feel good to have both of them pushing inside of you. Tooru quickly build up his pace to match Iwaizumi’s, each of them thrusting into you at the same time. The feeling was overwhelming and quickly brought a sob to your lips.

“Aw, baby don’t cry. You were so ready for us. What happened?”

“Don’t be mean, Oikawa. She’s taking it well.”

“Sure, Iwa-chan, but she doesn’t seem very grateful, does she?” He grabbed your chin and brought your face up to look at him. “Say thank you.”

You choked on a moan as Tooru halted mid-thrust, pushing right up against where you wanted him most.

“Thank you,” you murmured. Tooru laughed.

“Come on, princess, Iwa-chan couldn’t hear you. Say it so he can hear it.”

“Thank you, Hajime.”

Iwaizumi let out a strained laugh but said nothing, too focused on the rock of his hips.

“Now me,” Tooru purred. There was a delicious glint in his eye. You couldn’t decide whether it was frightening or devastatingly sexy. “Say thank you, Tooru. Thank you for fucking you so well and letting my Iwa-chan have his way with you.”

“Thank you, Tooru,” you gasped. “For everything. Please.” You leaned forward and captured his lips. His eyes widened before settling into a smug expression.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum soon,” Iwaizumi said. Tooru broke your kiss.

“Not inside,” he warned. Iwaizumi scoffed.

Tooru seemed to realize that he was close as well, face screwing up and hips moving more erratically.

“Are you going to cum with us, princess? Make a mess all over our cocks?” You whimpered and buried your face into his neck. “I think that’s a yes, Iwa-chan. Just wait. She’s so pretty when she cums.”

“Tooru, please,” you begged, but you didn’t know what for. You were climbing fast, body giving in completely to the feeling of the two men inside of you. You felt so good and so full you almost couldn’t stand it.

“Be nice, Oikawa. Let her cum first.” Iwaizumi’s voice was strained.

“Won’t be too long, Iwa-chan. Just look at her.”

You were so close. You could almost taste the orgasm about to rack your body, more overwhelming than ever due to the second man buried inside of you.

“Please,” you begged, but you didn’t know who you were begging to. “Please, let me cum.”

“Let go, baby. We’ve got you,” Tooru said, staring past you at Iwaizumi. Your body locked up and you let out a small sobbing noise, tightening your grip on Tooru’s jersey. Your body shook and the men seemed to follow soon after you. Tooru mumbled a small flurry of “that’s it”s before holding your hips tight and spilling inside of you. Iwaizumi let out a long groan, continuing a slow slide in and out of you. Despite Tooru’s warning, Iwaizumi’s hips remained flush against your ass as he groaned through his orgasm, making you feel lightheaded but forcing a scowl onto Tooru’s face.

You all lay there panting for a moment, unsure of how and when to move. Your entire body was buzzing. The slightest movement forced a gasp, and a long hiss left your lips as Iwaizumi withdrew.

“Iwa-chan, what did I tell you?” Tooru said, but there was no fight in his voice. He sounded exhausted. Iwaizumi didn’t respond. He tucked himself back into his pants and leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and rubbing your arm. He stared at you for a moment longer before smirking.

“Make sure you stretch before you leave, Oikawa. You missed the cool down at the end of the game.”

Then he turned on his heels and left the locker room, leaving you and Oikawa alone with the echoes of what you had just done.

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[imagineyourworld]

How the clones would ask you out (Genderneutral)

Includes Rex, Fives, Echo, Jesse, Kix, Cody and Wolffe 

Warnings: None

Rex

Poor Rex would be so, so nervous 

It took pep talks vom Anakin, Ahsoka and several of his brothers to get up the courage to actually ask you out (though not all of them were all that helpful) 

Rex wouldn’t ask you out in public or at work, he’d go to your flat instead

His strong knock doesn’t betray his nerves, but the second you open the door he cannot remember what he was going to say for the life of him 

Luckily he was trained as a soldier his entire life and it only takes him a few second to forget about his nerves and continue with his plan 

“I was wondering if you’d like to go on a picnic with me tomorrow?” 

A picnic, Ahsoka had convinced him, would be the perfect first date. The two of them had even decided on a nice place in one of Coruscant’s few parks together 

(Plus Rex likes to bake and cook, it’s his way of dealing with the stress of war (and his brothers’ shenanigans)) 

“I’d love to.” 

You have never seen such a big smile on Rex’s face 

“Great. That’s great.” 

You chatted for a few more minutes before Rex had to excuse himself. Just as you were closing the door you stuck your head out again.  “Rex?”  “Yes.”  “Is this a date?”  The small blush on his face was adorable.  “I’d like it to be, if that’s fine with you.”  You smiled.  “It’s more than fine.” 

Fives

If anyone has an actual pickup line it’s Fives, not in a creepy way though, he’s cute about it 

The two of you have been flirting back and forth for a while now and Fives, after finally no longer denying his feelings, decides to ask you out 

He walks up to you with every bit of confidence he can muster 

“Hey handsome, what brings you here?”, you ask. Your usual greeting, but Fives doesn’t reply in the way he usually does (”Hey mesh’la, just coming to admire the view.”)  “Since you make my heart sing I was wondering if you’d like to accompany to a concert tomorrow.” 

You could tell that he wasn’t joking this time, but still decided to have your fun with him. 

“So sorry, I already promised another handsome young man with a number as his name to spend the day with him.”  As soon as the words left your mouth the smile fell from Fives’ face and instantly made you regret your words.  “Oh, baby, no. I was only joking. I’d love to go out with you.”  The smirk was back and brighter than ever.  “It’s a date!”, he said a bit louder than he had to. 

He’d kiss you on the cheek before saying goodbye. 

(And maybe he even whispers suggestions for what you could do after the concert in your ear.) 

Echo

Much like Rex, Echo is quite nervous

At first he was glad to have Fives on his side to give him advice, but he soon learned that not everything his brother suggested would go down well 

He’d wait for you at work and offer to walk you home, because someone once told him that travelling in the same direction eases conversation 

When you exit the building your eyes immediately fall on Echo, who is standing nearby with flowers in his hand.  “What are you doing here?”, you ask with a smile on your face.  “I... well... I saw these flowers in the market downton and they made me think of you.” He hands you the flowers, suddenly even more nervous now that he doesn’t have anything in his hands.  “That’s so sweet”, you say as you lift the flowers to your nose. “I was just on my way home, would you like to join me and come in for a cup of caf?”

The two spend the rest of the day together. Walking home, drinking caf, cooking dinner. After a while Echo’s nervousness fades and only returns when he realises it’s time for him to return to the barracks. 

“Actually I had another reason to come to see you today. I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me sometime. Like on a date. If you would like to go on a date with me.”  You laugh and the sound Echo usually cherishes breaks his heart, which you soon realise. “Oh, Echo, honey, no! I mean yes, but I just thought that today was kinda like... a date... I’m sorry, I was just assuming, I should have actually asked you.”  A smile mirroring yours appeared on his face.  “So... How about a second date?” 

Jesse 

Jesse only realises that he needs to ask you out as soon as possible after a particularly tough mission. A lot of his brothers died, even more got hurt, and he spent a few days in the medbay as well. 

The second he’s back on Coruscant he comms you asking where you are and no matter where you are or what you’re doing, he’s on his way to you as soon as you answer. 

“Stars, Jesse, what’s gotten into you?”, you ask when you open the door to his rapid knocking.  “I like you, I really like you and I don’t want to die without ever asking you out. So, (Y/N), will you go out with me?”  At first you don’t know what to say.  “Of course I’ll go out with you. But maybe you should sit down for a minute, you don’t seem like yourself.” 

After just a few minutes and a cup of herbal tea the two of you were talking and joking like always. That is until you remember an appointment you had to hurry to make.  “I’d hate to throw you out, but I really need to go.”  “That’s fine”, Jesse says with a smile. “How about I pick you up tomorrow at seven for our date?”  You nod your head smiling. 

Kix 

Kix asks you out more or less on accident. It’s been a long day, he’s tired, and all he wants is a relaxing evening with you. 

“Hey, Kix, you wanna come to 79s with us?”, Fives, who just popped into the medbay, asks.  Kix shook his head. “I really don’t. If it were up to me I’d spend the evening with some takeout and (Y/N).”  “(Y/N)?”, Jesse follows up.  “They help me relax like no one else and that’s what I need after stitching you idiots up all day”, Kix says, glancing at Fives and Hardcase at his last words.  “Then how about we grab something to eat and spend the evening on my couch?”, you offer.  Everyone turns to you, who had just entered the room. Echo bursts in a second later. “Sorry, I tried to stop her from coming in.” 

Kix blushes like crazy, you weren’t supposed to hear that. He tells you as much. 

You walk over to where he’s sitting, miraculously the others have disappeared, and place a hand on his shoulder. If it weren’t for the armour covering him you would have loved nothing more than giving him a soothing massage. 

“You know what? I’m here because I wanted to ask you out, but I guess you just did that for me.”  He chuckled. “Guess so. Let’s go, I cannot wait for our date.” 

Cody 

Cody would be so smooth when asking you out, mainly because he got advice from Obi-Wan, who flirts with everyone and could teach him a few good moves. 

His tactic is pretending you already agreed, which is why he spent the afternoon transforming his room into a small movie theatre for the two of you, complete with snacks and drinks and a holoprojector. 

He then makes his way over to your apartment to actually ask you out. And though he hadn’t been nervous all day, the second you open the door he’s at a loss for words. 

“(Y/N), cyare, I was wondering... No, that’s not it... I’m here to ask you... No, wait... Would you like to...” Though you can’t help but find his out of character rambling cute, you want nothing more than to put poor Cody out of his misery.  “Would you care for a glass of water?”, you ask, opening the door further to invite him in. 

For some reason the cool water helps him sort out his thoughts and he can finally ask the question he’d prepared earlier.  “Would you like to watch a movie with me tonight?”, he asks, his voice smooth and steady.  For a fraction of a second there was something that might have been disappointment in your eyes, but then you nodded.  “Sure. Why don’t we invite Waxer and Boil as well?”  Cody had been quite sure that you’d agree, but the second part caught him off guard. Maybe he should have been more obvious with his intention.  “Actually, I was hoping it’d be just the two of us.”  You raised an eyebrow.  “Wait a minute, Cody, did you just ask me on a date?”  A shy smile made it’s way on his face, though to his credit he didn’t blush.  “I did.”  He had no idea how it was possible, but the smile on your face was even brighter than his own.  “In that case, yes! I’d love to watch a movie with you.” 

Wolffe 

The main reason Wolffe was reluctant to ask you out was not nerves, but rather not wanting to admit his feelings, not wanting to admit a weakness. It was actually Plo Koon who, through ambiguous comments, convinced him to just do it.  

He didn’t want it to be a big ceremony, he wasn’t the type for big gestures, but that night, as you were sitting at 79s with the Wolfpack and your eyes were glittering in the multicoloured lights and your perfume made its way to Wolffe’s nose, he just had to ask you out before it was too late, before anything happened to either of you or someone else asked you before he did. 

And so, when most of the others were scattered across the bar, he asked you if you’d like to get some air with him. He may not be one for big gestures, but he’d be damned if he asked you out in a stuffy bar surrounded by his drunk brothers. 

Outside, he realized was not the perfect environment either. There were still drunk clones around and instead of stuffy it was cold, cold enough to make you shiver in your thin clothes and Wolffe wished he had a jacket he could give you.  “I’ll make this quick so you can go back inside. I-”, he stopped himself.  You were suddenly a lot closer than just a few moments ago, he could feel your warm breath on his face and it made him lose all focus.  “Yes, Wolffe?”, you questioned.  He cleared his throat and continued. “I was hoping that you’d like to go on a date with me sometime.” 

The atmosphere may not have been perfect, neither were his words, but your smile was and it made up for everything else.  “I don’t know, Commander, what’s in it for me?”, you asked with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t know. Dinner, maybe flowers or chocolate”, he replied, trying his best to hide the sudden insecurity.  You crossed your arms over your chest and sighed. Wolffe knew what was coming next, he knew you’d let him down and it would be awkward. He never should have asked you out.  “You know, I had been hoping you’d say The pleasure of my company or something like that, but I suppose chocolate will do.”  A smirk had made it’s way to your lips and a low chuckled escaped Wolffe’s.  “Is that a yes, mesh’la?”  “It is.” 

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Call of Duty: Wedding Headcanons

Price:

+it was a rather simple wedding.

+The After party was killer tho

+Booze everywhere, a big bottle of Prices Favorite whiskey.

+you wore a very flowey dress that wrapped around your figure nicely.

+yall played some oldies at the reception.

+let's just say it was crazy and definitely memorable. For the most part.

+atleast before you were wasted.

Soap

+OUTDOOR WEDDING IN THE SCOTTISH COUNTRY SIDE

+it was a rather big wedding. Not only does soap have a large family but also the 141, family friends. Not to forget your family.

+lots of food for sure.

+his family was a bit iffy about it not being in the church. But you both made sure the local pastor was doing the vows.

+the reception was rather tame due to your families being there. Still memorable tho.

+back in the hotel room with the  best men as well as the maids were fun! They got tipsy. You and soap were fucking hammering yourselves.

Ghost

+if it was his choice he would of passed on having a wedding.

+you nagged him otherwise. Saying "you cant rob me of this experience simon! I wanna feel like a princess!"

+he tried to say how you are already his queen. While you are flattered your opinion doesn't change.

+yall settle with a small wedding with your immediate family and the 141 were invited. At you favorite Gazebo.

+he refused to take off his mask

+despite it all he wrote custom vows that made everyone awe and you, cry. (Of joy)

+you also did custom vows and explained how much this meant to you. Thanking him.

+yall didnt have a reception but you both just got takeout, went into the hotel,  and enjoyed eachother first moments into this new way of life.

+yall tease eachother saying mr./Ms. Riley back and forth.

Gaz

+GAZ WANTED A FUN WEDDING

+Man he went all out for the reception.

+games, amazing food, amazing venue and service. The reception was def the most expensive thing ever.

+he wanted his first moments after marrying you to be unforgettable and damn they def were.

+you both are the couple to shove eachother into the cake. (He started it)

+yall didnt really drink much but there was booze available.

+you can bet the 141 are teasing him the entire time for his generally bashful nature.

+gaz made the mistake of letting Price say the best man speech. Story after story more of his will to exist left his body.

+yall didnt do a slow dance. Nah nah nah nah. Yall point out some hard s h I t

Roach

+BABY BOIIIIIII IS GETTING MARRIEDDDDDD

+you could hear the boys going off in chants from your dressing room.

+I mean the baby is getting married you didnt blame them.

+so... you didn't have anyone to walk you down so yall thought it be funny to do a think.

+so you were the at the altar and he with Price was walking down the aisle.

+you can over hear the best Ken singing "her come the groom, here comes the groom"

+It was so bizarre and fitting that no one dared questioned it.

+you both agreed on having a very small reception. Wanting to save most of the money for the honey moon.

+the reception was dance, photos, food, speech and that it.

+most likely to do a disney wedding let's be honest here.

Adler

+very traditional wedding in a church.

+you both didnt bother with a reception. Yall just invited them over for some booze, some smokes, and a tad bit of catering.

+your dress was a beautiful, slightly puffy floral imprinted gown. Of course long sleeved.

+adler surprisingly made custom vows. You actually didnt know he was gonna do that. It was touching.

Park

+park isnt fond of big social gatherings. And so yall just went to the courts.

+all that mattered to her was she could spend of the rest of her days with you.

(For specifically female readers)

+having the courts to fucking agree was a fucking bother. And so, with some bribes and Parks whose choice of words yall were able to get the lisence.

+cold war times were rough as shit but who gives a flying fuck.

Lazar

+you did the wedding in his tradition. And he was very happy you agreed.

+he takes his culture very seriously.

+Learning all the proper manners and events was definitely a culture shock of and experience. But you had not only Lazar but some really nice ladies helping out.

+very colorful wedding you both had.

Woods 

+yall had your wedding in the Philadelphia. In the family homes back yard.

+his entire family was present and so was yours.

+they have a huge fucling tard.

+speeches were spent as wood would tightly curl himself into a ball tighter and tighter with every speech.

+"one time I rember frank went into the front and tripped over some wagon and fell right in and rolled off into the sunset! Man we chased for atleast a mile" (cues the chronic laughter from you.)

+karma is a bitch. And he laughs at your stupid family stories.

Mason 

+private wedding with you close family and Masons family. Woods was also invited

+you two got married cause you were already pregnant. Not like you didnt want to anyways.

+the music consisted of 50s tunes played by a local jazz band you enjoyed.

+mason really did spoil you with the wedding. Got everything you desired. To the tiniest decor detail.

+you fav part was you slow dance since mason is just such a sweetheart. And an amazing dancer.

+"PUT YOU HEAD ON MY SHOOOUUULDDEEER, HOLD ME IN YOU ARMSS, BABBBYYYYY"

+Yall are both teasing eachother the entire reception.

+you both had to help wood home since he was bloody fucked.

Hudson

+To everyone's surprise he actually had a big wedding. You both had large families so it made sense.

+yall know he do a church wedding. He may be a war criminal but he still a man of god.

+his best men which were mason, woods, adler and one other you were unaware about were crying not of joy but of sadness of losing one of "The Boys"

+in his vows he apologized for his dumbass best men.

+you found the whole thing funny and knew Hudson still loved those guys to his grave. Tho he may never show it.

#call of duty #black ops cold war #black ops #call of duty black ops #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty black ops cold war #call of duty cold war #modern warfare #captain price #john soap mactavish #john price #kyle garrick #gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #simon riley #russell adler x reader #russell adler #helen park #lazar azoulay #alex mason x reader #alex mason #frank woods

[gumballavocadoharry]

Harry and River;

Zero hugs and kisses:

Today was just a regular morning where I was rushing River to preschool. I took some coffee to go with me so I could get him there on time. We listened to 80s music on the way in the car. River was really excited to show the class and his teacher a new toy he got. "Especially Robbie. He tries to act grown up but he's not." He said. I playfully rolled my eyes. "Well he shouldn't be in too much of a rush to grow up."

We pulled up to the preschool and I escorted River inside. "Do you have everything you need?" River looked through his backpack and nodded. "Yep." "Good. Now let daddy give a goodbye huggie and kiss kiss." I said in my baby voice. River smiled for a moment before looking over at his classmate I'm assuming to be Robbie. But before he could react, I pressed a big kiss to his cheek and hugged him super tight.

"You have a wonderful day at school little dino, I love you bye bye." River waved and then ran to his cubby. His cheeks were red from obvious blushing and I saw Robbie go over to him but I ignored it because I had to rush to work. After work, I went to River's preschool to go get him. He came out and his face looked self conscious. A couple of boys were laughing at him it seemed and I grew concerned. "Hey River how was preschool? Did you get to show off your toy?"

"Yeah." He said simply. He kept looking down and wouldn't look up once. "Rivie is something wrong?" I asked sympathetically. He nodded but I could tell something was bothering him. I didn't wanna continue pestering him with questions, so I left it alone. River eventually became more energetic throughout the evening, but at bedtime that's when he became quiet again. "The end." I said finishing the story. "That was a good book. Okay rivie time to get under the covers. Let's see you brushed your teeth, put on clean pajamas, read a bedtime story. Now there's one more thing....your goodnight kiss!"

I puckered my lips to River's forehead before he stopped me. "No daddy no more kisses or hugs. I'm too big for them." I was taken aback a little. "Who says?" "Robbie. He said kisses and hugs are for babies." I nodded. "Well River, Robbie just said that to sound cool, but there's nothing wrong with getting hugs and kisses. Their for everyone. And besides, are you gonna let one person change your whole view of them?"

River shook his head. "I just thought about it during school and I figured he was right after all. I'm a big boy now." I rubbed his head. "Well if you're sure..." He nodded. "Yep. But high fives are just as good!" I gave River a high five like he wanted and he laid down in bed. "If you're sure you don't want a goodnight kiss, then that's fine. But I still love you no matter what. Does rexie still want a kiss." River looked over at rexie and put his ear to his mouth like he was whispering something. "Yep rexie still wants you to kiss him."

"Then a kiss he shall receive." I picked up rexie and gave him a big kiss on his head. "Muah! Nightie night sleepy head." I tucked him back in with River and turned off the light before leaving the room. I knew River was just going through a stage where he wanted to be a big boy I reassured myself. It's not me because he allowed me to kiss rexie. I knew that boy Robbie got to him but I really wanted him to learn that people will always judge you no matter what.

I went to bed and fell asleep thinking about my next move. The next morning when we drove to River's preschool, I wanted to see if River would let me kiss and hug him. But no, he still didn't want any kisses or hugs. I was sad because I liked being affectionate with River. When I went back to the car, I discovered that River had left his lunch behind. I grabbed it and ran inside to give it to him. He was in the middle of circle time with his teacher and classmates. "Rivie you forgot your lunch baby. Have a good day." By habit forgetting River's requests, I smooched him on the cheek and left.

River looked horrified as laughter erupted from the room. "Baby, Baby, Baby!" Some of his classmates chanted. "Haha kissy, kissy, kissy." River was so embarrassed that he looked like he was gonna cry. "Stop it!" he said with a quivering lip. He ran and put his lunch in his cubby while the teacher calmed them down. "River's a big baby because his daddy still gives him kisses! My dad shakes my hand like a big boy!" River sunk down as the teacher tried to correct Robbie.

I left for work feeling so bad for River. I didn't intend for him to get picked on. It was never a problem before so I just assumed....oh poor River. I drove to work and once I got there, I took my spot and started painting. Mitch didn't get there til later and he started telling me about how his girlfriend Sarah was pressing him about getting a new Tv for their house. "Harry you listening? You seem distracted about something?"

I turned and looked at Mitch. "Oh sorry Mitch! My mind was just thinking about something." Mitch sat down next to me per usual. "Come on, talk to uncle Mitch." I giggled. "Okay well it's about River. He's going through that stage where he doesn't want his dad to show him public affection especially in front of his class."

"Well no wonder why, you've probably got the cooties!" Mitch joked. I gave him "seriously" look with a smirk. "Mitch, River doesn't like my kisses or hugs anymore so you could be right." I tried to fake cry. Mitch laughed but then stopped. "Look he's just going through that stage that little kiddies go through. I went through it, you went through it. Don't worry, the minute he falls off a slide or has a nightmare he'll be running to you expecting your 'special' hugs and kisses."

I smiled and thanked Mitch for his words of comfort. I went to pick River up from school after work and he was the first one to run out with a bunch of boys running behind him taunting him almost. They were making kiss noises with their mouths and River was on the verge of tears. "Haha you're daddy's gonna kiss you again!" they laughed. I felt so bad and wanted to say something but I didn't wanna embarrass him further. "It's okay River, I know someone who still really likes you."

"Really who?" River said with so much hope. "You're dad!" I was already out of the car ready to take River away from those boys when he fell down straight on his face from tripping over a stick. "Oh Rivie it's okay daddy's got you." I said in my baby voice. I picked him up and asked if he was okay. He nodded but was crying a little. I held his hand and walked back to the car ignoring those boys. "Kiddo, it's okay they're just jealous-"

"I don't want kisses!" He said out of frustration. "Oh...okay." I said quietly. River was embarrassed and when we got home he ran upstairs to his room and stayed there until dinner. "River dinner's ready!" I called from downstairs. River came down holding rexie and he took a seat at the table. He looked like he had been crying. My heart went out to him because River was such a sweet kid and he didn't deserve to be bullied like this. If it continued then I would have to speak to the teacher about this. But before that happened, I had a better idea.

At bedtime when it was time to read River a bedtime story, I found one about kisses. "Hey River this story is called, zero kisses for little dino. And the dinosaur looks like rexie doesn't he?" River nodded and leaned against me becoming intrigued with the book. I read the book to River making funny voices which made River laugh. "The end." I closed the book and turned to River.

"I saw the boys laughing at you today, and it made daddy very sad. Because he loves you, and one way I show it is by giving you hugs and kisses. You're very cuddly and I love you very much, and getting kisses and hugs doesn't make you a baby. Robbie is just trying to sound bigger because he could be jealous. I don't see his daddy kissing him or hugging him, or maybe he does just at house. But that doesn't have anything to do with you okay rivie?"

River sniffled before holding his arms out for me and then he started crying. "Make them stop daddy! They pick on me because they saw you kiss me in class yesterday. And Robbie started the whole thing." I engulfed River in a hug and then I kissed his head. "It'll be okay sweetie I promise. We'll show em that kisses and hugs are for everyone." After I pulled away, I waited to see River's response because I just kissed and hugged him. "Daddy? Can I have another kiss and hug please? Only because you said big boys can too-"

I picked River up and kissed his face all over and squeezed him tightly for a while. "Goodnight my little t-rex. Oh I forgot to give rexie his kiss!" I set River down and tucked him in and kissed rexie's face all over. I set him next to River and wished them both a good-nights sleep. The next morning River seemed better as he had more of an appetite seeing how he raced through his cereal and orange juice. "Slow down little guy we don't have to be there until 8."

I was a little nervous when we got there because I didn't know if River still wanted me to kiss and hug in public just yet. When we got to his cubicle, Robbie was already at his seat watching and River grew nervous again. "Remember River hugs and kisses are for everyone." I held out my arms for River and he hesitantly hugged back. "Muah!" I kissed his cheek. "Now have a great day daddy loves you." River smiled and gave me another hug too. I stuck around for a little to see River walking confidently to his table. He ignored Robbie's laughs which became short lived because they no longer had affect on River.

I stood there smiling proudly at my little boy who was becoming big boy.

*There is no real story about kisses and dinosaurs it's just fiction*

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