#he sat somewhere and scribbled away and wanted to be heard

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i can't handle change - leah williamson x reader

part two of let down

pairing: leah williamson x barça!reader

warnings: bit angsty

You had expected your first day, merely a day after arriving in the city, to be full of football. Barcelona did media duties occasionally, for sure. But you had expected to throw yourself into training immediately here, mostly in an attempt to conceal your emotions and at least act as though you wanted to give everything for this club. In truth, you wanted to give everything for yourself. You wanted to keep yourself a candidate for the national team, you wanted to keep yourself a candidate for Barcelona once they were ready to sign you back, you wanted to play, partially, out of spite as well. Anger was one of the emotions in your mess of a mind, and although you knew that it was no use, you wanted to show Jona the mistake he had made.

What you hadn't expected was the absolutely overwhelming amount of cameras, catching every inch of you they could. London Colney, otherwise known as the Arsenal training centre, was nice, but it was different from what you were used. The corridors were small and you feared they'd squish you if you stared at the white walls for a second too long. The friendly woman from the entrance, who's name you had missed due to her heavily accented English, had led you all the way to Jonas' office on the first floor, and the man was gauging at you with a grin you couldn't quite place. You shifted uncomfortably.

"So, let's put pen to paper!", he clapped his hands as he gently motioned to the seat next to him after having shaken your sweaty hand.

"Yes", you croaked as you sat down, taking the pen with the Arsenal logo into your shaky grip. The smile on your lips was fake as ever as you scribbled your name onto the dotted line. You fooled them again when holding up your shirt for the cameras. And again as you sat in front of the social media's team, answering all of their questions.

Your move surprised everyone in the Women's Football Community, can you tell us what exactly made you choose Arsenal?

Of course. I think Arsenal are very good with the fans, and they play really good football. I'm really excited to maybe play at the Emirates, and yeah I think anyone can see they are a real family so that's why I'm happy to be a part of it.

They payed the most. That was the answer you would've given, had anyone actually wanted to hear the truth from you. But people didn't want the truth. People wanted you to love Arsenal. And although it pained you, you had to admit that so far, it wasn't that bad.

Leah gave you a tour of her home that was now yours too, and the training grounds were nice. The gym was nice. The changing room was nice. The cafeteria was nice. You couldn't hate the club as much as you had when you hadn't seen it yet - hadn't been a part of it.

"So, do you like it here?"

You thought for a second that you would choke on your food when Wally asked you this, completely blindsiding you as you sat with her, Leah, Laia and Teyah in the dining hall, letting most of their conversation slip past you. Their English was difficult for you, not because you hadn't learned (or, attempted to learn) them language, but because you'd never heard it as much as you did here. The words were starting to become a constant, distant noise somewhere in the back of your mind, but as Wally looked at you expectantly and the others turned towards you, you knew that this wasn't something you could escape.

"Yeah, sure", you smiled. "It's nice here."

"Your contract is two years, right?"

You nodded. "Sí."

Two years. Two long years of being away from Alexia, except for Spanish camps. Two long years of being away from your parents, your actual teammates, your actual home. The thought didn't scare you as much as it used to.

"So, two years and then you'll go back?", Leah nudged you playfully, sipping her water as she smirked.

You shrugged. "We should see."

Over the next few days, you got to know the team, and London, even better. Leah spent every minute she could with you, always partnering with you during training and offering to show you her favorite cafés and places in the city when you weren't kicking balls around, inviting you over to her flat for a movie night or taking you to the little Spanish market she'd found halfway across the city. You appreciated her company, knowing that she was trying to make this transition as comfortable for you as possible. She didn't succeed completely, as you still felt homesick whenever she spared you a minute to call Alexia, or when you checked Barça's social media to see all of your teammates together, seemingly not even missing you.

Logically, you knew that they did. Barça was a family, and Alexia told you everyday that the girls were asking about you. Many of them texted you as well, informing you that they would try and find a livestream of your cup game against Reading, in which you would likely make your debut for your new club. Still, seeing them without you felt like someone was shooting daggers through your chest, piercing the skin and leaving you to bleed. You wanted to be there. You should be there. They had taken that opportunity away from you, ripping it out of your hands and tearing it apart like a piece of paper.

Anger and longing rose within you interchangeably, and if you didn't know any better, you would've believed you were simply going through a breakup like any other. But you forced yourself to push through the first week as hard as you could, keeping conversations with Alexia short in order to not be pulled back into memories and instead attempt to enjoy the present.

You were glad when Laia told you about her birthday party just a few days before your first match. The team had planned to go to Laia's favorite Spanish restaurant, and as you were a part of the team now as well, Kim had extended the reservation for another person. That was how you had found yourself, dressed in a tight black dress with a pullover on top, in Leah's car, allowing yourself to accept her offer to share a ride, trying to ignore the ringing phone in your hands.

Your ringtone cut off the soft country music playing in the background, which you had told Leah many times you would not enjoy. When the ringing finally stopped, you breathed a sigh of relief. Just for it to start again mere seconds later.

"Maybe you should answer that", Leah huffed, her eyes focused on the road but a soft smile on her lips. You shrugged.

"It's Alexia."

"You're ignoring the Alexia Putellas?" Leah's expression turned into a shocked one at once, but you could only chuckle.

"You're feeding her ego. She's just- my best friend, you know?", you attempted to explain how Ale's success had never driven a wedge between the two of you, not only because many believed you were equally good at football, but because Alexia was likely the most down-to-earth person you knew. Of course, the woman knew how good she was. Everyone did. But she'd never let it change her.

"Isn't that just more of a reason to not ignore her?"

You shrugged again.

"I dunno. Don't want to talk to her."

Leah's eyebrows furrowed as you finally reached your destination and she put the car into park. Your phone began ringing again. This time, you declined her call, texting her quickly that you couldn't talk right now.

"Why?"

You shrugged again. It seemed like all you knew to do, but as you looked at the way Leah's expression didn't relent in the slightest, you knew that it wouldn't work anymore. Maybe it was good to talk to Leah. Maybe she would understand.

"It just reminds me of home, you know. I miss it", you croaked, suddenly overwhelmed with longing once more. You wanted nothing more than to be in your apartment again, to drive to the Barcelona training grounds in your blue and red shirt, to join Mapi's banter, you even missed being yelled at by Irene and Marta.

"Are we really that bad?", Leah attempted to joke, a hand of hers flying out to gently land on your knee. Your breath hitched at the sudden contact, your eyes leaving hers to stare at her fingers on your skin.

“No”, you huffed. “Not at all, that’s the problem.”

Sitting in the car with Leah, nothing but the annoying country music in the background, for a second felt like a breath of fresh air. For just a second, you could focus on the warmth of her skin, on the air refresher dangling from her rearview mirror, on the eyes that she lay on you gently, on the softness of it all.

“Should we go?”, you broke the silence, knowing that Laia would not be happy if you were late. It was past ten already, and you softly smiled at the knowledge that some Spanish habits never truly left. It felt comforting to eat this late, as stupid as it sounded. It reminded you of the countless team dinners you’d had with Barça. You didn’t allow yourself, once again, to dwell on the fond memories as you pushed your door open without awaiting Leah’s answer, her hand retrieving from its position as she followed you into the restaurant, a bottle of Spanish wine in your hands. You had brought as much as you had been allowed to bring, and you figured passing Laia one singular bottle couldn’t hurt too much.

The restaurant held a nice atmosphere, one that immediately pulled you in as the bell jingled above your head. Most of the girls were already sitting at the table reserved for you, who all turned as they waved at you happily, grins plastered on their faces. Laia caught your eye first - she was wearing a little plastic crown, grinning like a kid on Christmas as she rose from her seat, hurrying to welcome you and Leah, who seemed to be the last ones to have arrived.

"¡Feliç aniversari!", you hugged Laia shortly, rubbing your hand across her back before pushing the bottle into her hands.

"Merci", she smiled as she accepted it, taking Leah into a short hug as well before you made your way towards the only seats available. The warmth of Leah's body next to yours, the familiar food and music playing softly in the background almost made you forget about the guilt in your stomach. You weren't supposed to enjoy all of this half as much as you did.

Seemingly as a distraction, though you figured you subconsciously wanted to remind yourself of what was your actual home, you opened Instagram. A video of Aitana singing the Barça chant, laughing into the camera with golden confetti around her shoulders, made you halt. You scrolled. You saw the trophy.

Shit - that was what Alexia had been calling you about. Of course. It came back to you flying - the supercopa final was today. How could you have forgotten? It was all you had been looking forward to ever since the winter break had ended. Yet you were so far away from it all, the match had slipped between your fingers, and you were left with nothing but the reminder that Barcelona functioned just as well without you, that they had simply moved on, while you were stuck here - in a Spanish restaurant, with your "friends", trying to remind yourself that if you tried hard enough, this could feel like home.

With a screech, you pushed your chair back and wobbled out of your seat uncomfortably.

"Just need the bathroom", you excused yourself in response to Leah's surprised expression, before marching through the restaurant and leaving all of the girls behind.

The bathroom was empty, luckily, and you let the tears flow at once. How had you been so stupid? How had you thought that, even for a minute, you would be okay so far away from your home, watching your teammates do all the things you wanted to do with them, while seemingly not missing you at all?

It didn't make any sense to you- Barcelona could win every trophy they wanted, while you were stuck in London, not even sure whether they would want you back after your contract was over. Were you delusional? Were you ever going to return to Barcelona?

Just as your brain started spinning further, and you had to steady yourself on the sink, knuckles turning white from how hard you wanted to keep yourself grounded, the door to the bathroom swung open. You didn't need to look up to know who it was - her body was right behind you, and she smelled of vanilla, just like her car did.

Leah. It was Leah who had entered the bathroom. Leah who was frantically trying to get you to talk to her, all the while you were choking on your sobs. Leah, who had tried her best to make you somewhat comfortable in the club she loved so much. How were you supposed to look her in the eye?

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[chososdiscordkitten]

Obsessive!Choso♡ pt4

pt 3 here content: Choso follows reader, finds ur house on Zillow, screen records ft, has a shrine for u, reader is slowly developing feelings for Choso, I mean who wouldn't? mentions of reader not having family, he doesn't know that he's a stalker, just thinks he's being nice, MENTIONS of choso scared someone will kidnap reader, the word assault is used once.

(a.n) ahhhh omg I luv him so much, I wrote this while listening to 'Mascara-Deftones'

taglist: @leafanight @tfamidoingwithmylife @sunaumei @adanfore @tojisworm-5 @bblgumfairy

Obsessive!Choso who was sitting peacefully in class, turning his head anytime he heard the doors open, in case it was you. But when you actually walked in, he didn't hear you.

Obsessive!Choso who shuddered when he got a hint of your perfume, almost feeling your presence. “Hi.” you said, earning him to jump slightly and turn his head to look at you. Looking down to where you usually sat- seeing your ‘friend’ was there. “Could I sit here?” You asked, hand pulling the chair out before he said yes. ‘You came to the same conclusion, didn’t you’ silence filling the air as Choso slightly leaned away from you- being able to feel the warmth radiating from your body to his. Being able to smell your shampoo. This was too close, you were too close. 

Obsessive!Choso whose shoulders were stiff for the first 20 minutes of class, wanting to talk to you, but not finding the words. Not wanting to speak up, just for his voice to crack from his nerves. Not even having the guts to look over at you- this was torture. So used to looking at you for the entire lecture, being forced to actually try to pay attention to what was being taught. Hearing a quiet rip coming from your notebook, moving his eyes to see you writing. 

Obsessive!Choso who flinched when he felt you elbow his arm, the first time you had touched him. Your hand passed him a folded up piece of paper. ‘You have to be joking- you really are into me, aren't you?’ he thought, smiling and opening up the paper. ‘how can u see from all the way up here o_o’ he read, looking over at you. Smiling at the small face you drew. ‘I think I’m in love with you.’ he confessed, pressing the paper down and writing. The class was quiet enough to hear a pin drop- Choso assumed that was why you didn't just speak to him. Scribbling onto the paper, rings scratching on the table as he wrote, trying his best not to take up too much space. ‘i squint a lot -.-’ you read, smiling at the small face he drew before writing again. ‘i think i need a magnifying glass- i cant see anything:(’ Choso read. Looking over at you and smiling. Folding the paper and holding it in his hand before he tore at his notebook. ‘i got u 🔍 ’ he replied, drawing a tiny magnifying glass, seeing you struggle not to laugh. Letting out a loud exhale. Various students looking back at you two. Among them, your 'friend'. Who had assumed you were just absent. Furrowing her eyebrows as the rest of the students looked away. ‘thanks, rlly helps.’ you smiled, seeing him place the note into his pocket before going back to your work. 

Obsessive!Choso who stayed after class with you for a few minutes, watching all the students walking out. Talking about when a good time would be to help you study. “Dude? You seriously deserted me?” Your friend asked you, making you turn around to look at her. “Deserted? I sat somewhere else.” You scoffed, Choso could feel the tension in the air between you and your friend. “Yeah, to sit with -Pierce The Veil?” She asked, holding her books close to her chest. ‘Pierce The Veil?’ Choso thought- eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at your friend. “You're being fucking rude, don’t you think?”

Obsessive!Choso who felt his cheeks flush at hearing you defend him. “Whatever- call me when you're over this whole ‘I can change him’ phase.” She sneered, looking at Choso, scoffing before leaving. You turned over at him, a pained look on your face. “Sorry about that-” You started, a small sigh leaving your lips, “She hates anything that's out of her version of normal.” you smiled, seeing Choso exhale with a smile. Easing your embarrassment. “It's fine- I'm used to people being,” he shook his head smiling before looking down, “Fucking rude- As you put it.” He smiled, making you look away from him. ‘I can see you're smiling. You can't hide it. Not from me.’

Obsessive!Choso who kept those two pieces of paper. Putting them in between two strips of tape so they wouldn't fade. Placing them next to your pen and the coffee cup you had taken a drink from, lipstick stain still evident. His collection of things you had touched- or left behind just for him, started to grow. 

Obsessive!Choso who kept thinking about how other people get to see you. Other people perceive you, what if there's more people like that one douche who dared invade your personal space? Who had the audacity to touch you? ‘What if there are people who want to hurt you- like your now, ex friend. What if she wanted to hurt you- to make you regret defending me?’ he thought. The feeling of responsibility was heavy in his chest. Knowing that you couldn't protect yourself- you don't even pay attention to your surroundings! Walking around campus with your earphones in, looking down at your phone. ‘No. I have to protect you. It's my responsibility. As your friend.’

Obsessive!Choso who started following you after class, learning what your classes had. Watching you from a distance while you killed time before your next class, sitting at a table in the large dining hall. Eating a small snack while on your computer. ‘You must live far from campus, that's why you won’t go home right?’ Writing down in a small notebook what class and what time it started. ‘I'm just making sure you're safe. Just in case someone tries something- I will always be here.’ He'd assure himself, drawing the line at following you home. Saying, ‘I'm not a stalker,’ He called your name in his head, as though he was speaking to you, ‘I won't cross that line. I refuse to invade your privacy.’ But something inside of him always told him to do it and get it over with. Afternoons of watching you walk away from the campus, the minute he'd see you turn the corner, he'd almost start hyperventilating. Thinking about all the stories and the news articles of people being kidnapped off the sidewalk in the middle of the day. Closing his eyes and trying to not think about how someone could be taking you away from him right now.  

Obsessive!Choso who heard your voice whisper in his head, asking him if he was just gonna let you be kidnapped. Taunting him in his own mind. Not being able to hear you clearly, trying so hard to focus on what you were saying- only making his ears hurt trying to listen to your whispers. Everytime, he fought off your voice. And everytime he felt guilty for even letting you be exposed to the chance. The chance of being assaulted, of being murdered by someone who was crazy. Someone who was stalking you. Choso hated the thought of someone hurting you, so he had to make sure you were okay. Make sure you get home safe. 

Obsessive!Choso who was walking far behind you, making sure to step lightly so you couldn't hear him. ‘I just want to keep you safe. That's all.’ he kept defending his actions to nobody but himself. Standing behind a tree as he watched you open the door to your house. ‘Not your parents, not a sorority- roommates. You live with roommates.’ he thought before opening his phone and saving the location.

Obsessive!Choso who was on his computer, hunched over as he looked through a walkthrough on Zillow. Wanting to know which one was your bedroom. 

Obsessive!Choso who spend countless nights picturing you in that house. He wanted to know if you were home right now, laying in the dark waiting for him to call you. Taking time to picture you in each bedroom he saw. Wondering what you had on your walls, what bedsheets you had. How many pillows you had on your bed. Closing his eyes and wondering if you had a desk- or a vanity. Scrolling through your feed to scan the walls of your bedroom. Going through the various screenshots from your story and your friends’. 

Obsessive!Choso who found a video your friend had posted in his gallery- of you laying on your back on the floor. Pillow beneath your hands, the quality was bad. It was a video that was posted over and over, taking it from their story on your birthday. Posting it to show their love for you. But from what he could hear- they were laughing at you. Making fun of you. While you asked them if they knew the true meaning of life, clearly on something from the looks of it. Trying to have a decent conversation with these people- only for them to laugh at you. Saying your name in his head, calling for your attention. ‘I would never do that to you. I will never laugh at you when you'd want to have a conversation. I will always listen to your words, no matter how silly they sound.’

Obsessive!Choso who thought that he was the only friend you will ever need. The only classmate you could depend on. Wanting desperately to tell you. Tell you that you don't need to surround yourself with superficial people when you have him. But for now. He will keep his opinions of your life to himself, till the day comes where he becomes a closer friend to you than any of them. 

Obsessive!Choso who was thrown from his thoughts when he saw his phone ring. Your cute contact name making him smile. Answering with a ‘Hello?’ like he didn't look at who was calling. “Hey- it's me.” You smiled, hearing him say hi again. “Are you busy?” you asked, wondering if he had time to help you study. “I'm not, no.” he exhaled, his hand on his knee while he closed his eyes to picture you. “Why?” he asked, feeling more comfortable speaking to you day by day. Closing your eyes, feeling uneasiness in your stomach before asking him. “I was wondering-” you exhaled, your tone telling him that you were smiling. “If you could help me study? If not it’s totally understandable- it's late and you must be tired-” You rambled, making Choso smile at how you were starting to feel nervous speaking to him. “No. I’d be delighted to.” He replied, making your cheeks warm at how polite he was. 

Obsessive!Choso who was starting to feel like he couldn't see you as he did before. It became clear to Choso. The more he sees you, the more he speaks to you. The more you keep flirting with him- the harder it is to see you clearly. Which was becoming more and more difficult, seeing as you never hesitated to ask him if he wanted to tag along with you after class. Or how you didn't ask him if you could call him through text anymore. 

Obsessive!Choso who was surprised when you asked if you could facetime him, muttering while moving the call to your computer. His hands knocked over the cup full of pens that was next to his laptop, quickly sliding his closet door shut, knowing that the angle of his laptop would've given you a clear view of his shrine dedicated to you. Scanning his desk before he pushed a strand of his hair behind his ear. Fixing his shirt before answering. Every time he saw you- he felt like you kept getting more and more beautiful. Even if you didn't have as much makeup on as you did in the day. Smile on your face when you saw him pop up onto your screen, “I can see you!” you exclaimed, your hand going to your mouth to pick at the dry skin to soothe your nerves. Seeing him with his hair down- light traces of the eye makeup he had on earlier. In truth, it was late, too late to be calling a class mate. But you wanted to see if he would answer, if you were tripping when you saw something other than friendship in the way he smiled at you, in the way he looked at you sometimes. Remembering how quiet and unapproachable he was before you had befriended him. Wondering if what you were feeling was something else. Not wanting to ruin a blossoming friendship with a real person, that formed his own thoughts. Not caring if the version he peddled to the masses was unacceptable. 

Obsessive!Choso who knew he didn't want to miss another opportunity, starting a recording on his screen. Even if he wasn't going to be able to hear what you said later- the feeling of knowing that he would be the only one with this video of you, was indescribable. Almost like he was keeping this side of you to himself. 

Obsessive!Choso who made sure to scan the walls of your bedroom, the angle that you had posed the camera was saddening. Only letting him see a small corner of your bedroom. But what he could see was your bed. Messy and not made, ‘If i lived with you- you'd never have to worry about the bed being made. I would always make sure that you'd come home to a welcoming bed waiting for you.’ he thought, hearing you read aloud the professor's comments on an essay you had turned in. “I feel like he's personally targeting me-” You smiled, that was the first time he had a violent thought about someone when it came to you. His eyes widening before trying to forget what he thought of. “What's your grade in the class anyway?” You asked, seeing his eyes glaze over at what you were saying. Not knowing that he was thinking of you, of defending your honor. He looked up, making a feigned thinking face before replying, “B- I think?” he lied. ‘I don't want to lie to you’ he thought, saying your name in his head, ‘I really don't. But I can’t let you see that I am not put together.’

Obsessive!Choso who died inside when you picked up your laptop to move onto your bed, ‘You didn't call me to study- you just wanted to talk to me?’ seeing that you didn't even bring up this so-called studying you asked him to help you with. While moving something- you saw the full print of the shirt he was wearing. “I love that band.” You commented, lifting yourself from the pillow you were resting on. Choso looked down at the shirt he was wearing, smiling at your compliment. “I didn't think that you listened to this kind of music.” He commented, sitting back down to look at you. Dim lights in your bedroom making you look ethereal. “I listen to everything really.” You mumbled, turning to your side, holding your head up in your hand. Moving the computer to face you. “Even country?” He asked, his tone soaked in sarcasm. “God no- But everything else, yeah.” You smiled, seeing him look at the screen with a warm smile.

Obsessive!Choso who let out a choked sigh when you asked what his plans were for winter break. “Goin home-” He exhaled, rubbing his forehead in frustration, remembering that college isn't the only thing in his life, you weren't the only person he cared for. The facetime was fun, talking to you outside of class was fun. Off campus, and it being so late. No valid excuse for wanting to talk with him now, other than just wanting to see him, to hear him. But the thought of winter break was heart shattering. Wanting to see his brothers but not wanting to go so long without seeing you. “And whose home?” You asked, seeing his eyebrows furrow at your past question. “My brothers.” He replied, hoping the conversation would steer elsewhere to stop thinking about this. “Younger or older?” You asked, wanting to know more about him.

Obsessive!Choso who for the first time, you asking about his life made him feel uneasy. The stinging in his chest made him pick at the skin on the sides of his chipped black fingernails. Twitching his head to try and shake off the feeling, “No, I'm the oldest.” He replied, fiddling with his thumbs and looking down, “Ahh I see.” You smiled, he looked down at his hands. A sudden wave of sadness fell over him, “And you? Where are you going for break?” He tried to snap out of the sudden funk. “I'm staying here, no family to go home to.” Your smile dropped, feeling the same as he did, remembering the fact that there was nowhere to call home.

Obsessive!Choso who felt so sad for you, who wanted to ask you what happened, thinking that he wasn't there yet with you. But god, the look on your face. Like you were about to start crying made his heart break for you. “Is it too far to ask what happened?” he mumbled, seeing you look away from the screen. “Just-" You sighed, "Family sucks. But I'd rather stay here. My roommates will all be gone-” You flashed him a toothy smile, trying to ease the tension. ‘Roommates. I knew it.’ he thought, a smile creeping onto his face as the worries of leaving you faded. “The campus will be empty. And I'll finally be able to catch up on my assignments, and the dozens of books I've started but never finished.” You assured him. Choso felt like he was finally able to get to know you, what will happen when he leaves you for three weeks? ‘Should I stay? If you asked me I would. I would stay right here with you.’

Obsessive!Choso who felt his heart thump in his chest, “Choso?” You asked, looking at him for the first time without a smile. “Yes?” He answered, his knee bouncing while seeing you cover your face with your hand. “I feel like a child asking you this-” you smiled, ‘Ask me.’ he smiled, “Could I- call you when you're out of town?” you grimaced, cringing at the words coming out of your mouth. He opened his mouth to speak, but feeling like you had just been caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar, you elaborated. “I just- I'll miss the uhh-” You looked up, “Refreshing conversations.” You laughed, seeing him let out a choked laugh with you. ‘Call me whenever you want, call me in the middle of the night, sad, happy, sick, for favors, for a laugh. Don't ever hesitate to call me.’ He wanted to say, desperately wanted to tell you to call him all the time. How he would wait by his phone for you to call him. 

Obsessive!Choso who couldn't bring himself to do it. Settling for; “Call me whenever you want. I’ll always answer.” He smiled, seeing you push the camera away from your face, your cheeks warm at how easily that came from his lips. Making Choso realize that his slow attempts at ‘friendship’ were working a little too well on you. “Okay, okay-” You smiled, pointing the camera to your flushed face. “I need to go to bed now.” You sat up, seeing him look at you in a way you haven't seen before, almost with hearts in his eyes. “Okay. Goodnight.” He smiled, deep voice making you want to laugh at how flustered you felt right now. “Goodnight Choso.” You smiled, clicking the red x and closing your laptop. Falling back to your pillows and closing your eyes. 

Obsessive!Choso who almost ran around his apartment, holding back all the blushing laughs and the many comments he thought while on the phone with you, felt like a torture that was perfectly crafted for him. Knowing he was going to rewatch those two hours of your face over and over again. Dissecting every frame and saving them as photos, making one of them his screen saver on his laptop. The past delusion of you possibly, maybe, just maybe, being his. Wasn't a delusion anymore. It was possible now, seeing you blush at his words made him see that. Smiling at the idea that all he's done wasn't in vain, there was an upside to his ‘crush’ on you. Closing his eyes and leaning back on his bed, picturing a day when you'd hold his hand, calling him your boyfriend. That day that was a possibility now. A day he wished would come soon. 

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pt 5 here

........I have no words🫣 pls let me know if u wanna be tagged- nd make sure i can tag u lmao- ran into some issues while trying to tag accs that had the 'prohibit users from looking me up' on🫠

#jjk #choso kamo #jjk choso #choso my beloved #choso x reader #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso x you #jujutsu kaisen #emo choso #College au #Non Curse au #sfw jjk

[pedgito]

I NEED to see brat tamer!Eddie and bratty!Reader. Like every little thing reader is a brat about. “can you do that for me?” “I don’t know, can I?” Vibes yk? Also I love the idea of Reader getting needy and bratty and she starts tugging on his belt loops to get his attention while he’s working on hellfire stuff. Okay thank you, love you🫶

author's note: uh...yeah i have no words. sorry for this.

cw: 18+ (minors dni), bratty!reader, dom!eddie (sorta), degrading language, rough foreplay/sex (slapping, hair pulling, ect), unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), lots of manhandling, dom/sub dynamic (sorta), reader loves teasing eddie at any and every opportunity, this is just completely self indulgent dirty smut

word count: 3k

It started at the Hellfire meeting that night, just as you two slipped through the door and waited for others to file in a few minutes later. His searches for the light in the dark of the room, mumbling over his shoulder toward you.

“Can you grab my stuff?” He asks monotone, turning his head to glance at your before successfully finding the switch and flipping it on.

And normally, you’d do it without question. But, Eddie had been insufferable for the better half of the day and most of the morning—finding every way to tease you throughout the day. Small touches, snide remarks, all the stuff he knew got under your skin the quickest and then it all went dead, focusing on the big event for the night—too you, just another D&D session.

So you turn it up, dropping your things on the table as you spoke, “I don’t know, can I?”

Eddie scoffs softly, rounding on his heels to turn in your direction. “Excuse you?”

“You heard me.” You reply sharply, standing straighter as Eddie walked your way, “Can I?” You repeat yourself, dragging the words out.

“Are you already starting this?” Eddie asks, eyes narrowing slightly as his eyebrows crease in frustration.

“Oh—so it’s fine when you mess with me all day, but the moment I flip it back on you, it’s a problem?”

And maybe it was a little bold, but you’ve never been one to hold back when it came to defy Eddie—you never backed down from an argument, even when you knew you were fated to lose.

Eddie crowds you in, hand drifting along the column of your neck until his thumb can press against the underside of your jaw, titling your face up to meet his.

“Not here,” He says lowly, “—you want to act like that? Save that shit for later.”

Later—out of the watchful eyes of others, in private, somewhere Eddie could deal with it the way he wanted to.

You grimace slightly, wiggling away from his grip, but it only tightens further, his jaw clenching at your moment,

“Got it?” He asks, expecting only one answer.

You’re nice enough to play along for the moment, giving him a subtle nod. Unfortunately, it was only the beginning.

Eddie’s sat near the end of his bed, feet planted firmly on the floor and his elbows digging into the rips of his jeans, leaving small indentations in the skin—and Eddie’s so lost in his own scribbling and jotting down of notes that he doesn’t even notice the faint tugging at first. He thinks that maybe your foot skimmed him on accident, turning over in bed as you napped. He’d watched you fall asleep in the passenger seat of his van after Hellfire and he was kind enough to carry you inside—because despite the risky and powerful dynamic between you two, he still loved you as he would any partner and it was a small way to show his affliction toward you and just how much he cared, but the adoration you had for it was short lived, remembering how sweltering his words had been earlier in the evening.

The days weren’t always like this either—you could go days, weeks even, another normal and healthy relationship, but there was always that deep, dark underbelly that lingered when things got too tense or one of you went to far.

You crawled forward slowly, eyes still hazy from sleep as you curled around him, fingers looping into the loops of his jeans, belt forgotten and the button of his jeans spread open. It gave you less resistance, tugging and tugging until he sighed with a long, heavy breath.

“Stop.” He complained, though it was lightheartedly and didn’t seem at all threatening, the dull pencil flipping between his fingers absently.

You make a small noise, a groan of disapproval as you tightened your fingers and tugged harder, nearly forcing him backwards, papers slipping from his hands as he tumbled back against you, palm barely able to catch himself.

“God—do you ever listen?” He asks, turning over his shoulder to flare up at you, your mouth turned up in a salacious grin.

You shook your head slowly, a slow hand creeping under the collar of his shirt and beyond the chain of his necklace, blunt fingers dragging against the pale, alabaster skin of his chest and through the stubbly patch of hair there. Eddie tenses, using his free hand to grab your arm, yanking it out his shirt.

“Hey,” You pout, tossing your hand to the side as Eddie’s face morphs into annoyance, shoving himself back up and away from you, “I’m bored.” You tell him, voice soft and pleading.

“And you were asleep five minutes ago,” Eddie counters, “you know I need to get this campaign finished and you always think this is the most convenient time to ask for sex.”

You laugh softly, watching as he departed the bed and stood on his feet, unbuttoned pants leaving little to imagine as the hard line of his cock pressed against the zipper of his jeans. “Is it working?” You inquired teasingly.

“No.” Eddie doubles down, how shameful of him.

Your eyes flick down to his dick pointedly, smirk growing on your face. “Oh, so we’re lying now?”

“What’s with the fucking attitude all day?” Eddie avoids your line of questioning, bartering his own.

You shrug, walking on your knees toward the edge of the bed, leaning back on your heels as you looked up at him, his face devoid of any emotion, eyes eerily hollow.

“It’s been a while,” You tell him somberly, despite the teasing hand on his cock, palm rubbing against the front of his jeans. He doesn’t move away, but he doesn’t react positively either, “and you’ve been mean all day, Eddie.”

“Like you haven’t?” It’s redundant, but you respond anyways.

“Only because you started it.”

“That’s a weak fucking argument.” Eddie chuckles lowly, raking a hand through the crown of your hair, shoving the lose strands away from your face—you were expecting a gentle touch, but that’s quickly diminished when the hand winds in your hair, pulling snug until you can’t help but react, you whine softly.

“Eddie,” You respond, “that hurts.”

“Then tell me to let go.” He answers.

You shake your head stubbornly, letting his other hand pull you up from under your arm until your forced to stand before him, eyes never lingering away from his own.

“Get in the bathroom,” Eddie urges, shoving you toward the door with little force, knowing you’d go easily, “now.”

Well, maybe you were biting off a little more than you could handle, but everything with Eddie was exhilarating, never a dull moment in between—his face was still plain, not a hint of smile or any sign of anger.

“You’re so easy,” You remark sweetly, calling over your shoulder, "can’t even admit how badly you want it.”

You leave without a word from him, slipping down the quiet and dark hallway, trailer empty aside from the both of you—the bathroom door is already wide open, a tiny cramped room with not nearly enough space. There was only a few seconds of limbo before Eddie was right there, startling you at his ability to remain completely silence as he clicked the door shut behind you. You can only assume why he ordered you in here, face scrunching up in amusement.

“Huh, no—“ You laugh, “you have a perfectly sized bed—fuck, even a couch. We are not—“

“Turn around,” He interrupts, shifting his loose pants further down his waist, tucked under the expanse of his ass—and when you don’t move, he shifts your body for you, “—are you gonna fucking listen or not?”

“Why should I?”

Eddie knew you'd keep this game up as long as you had the energy and power over him—and he could admit it, you were very well capable of doing it, now being a perfect example.

The only solution was fucking it out of you, leaving you as speechless as possible. That's one thing Eddie was capable of.

“You want to act like brat, I’ll treat you like one.” He remarks snidely, pulling at the thin material of your shorts until they drop to your ankles, helping you out of them wordlessly. “Keep talking—it’ll only make it worse.”

Eddie drops to his knees in an instant, lifting you up on your tiptoes as you leaned over the edge of the sink, hands grilling the porcelain tight. His mouth is hot and wet as his tongue licks a broad strip up your cunt, the vulgarity of it sending a jolt of surprise through your body, gasping at the suddenness of it.

Your mouth hung open slightly, sounds dying in your throat as you tried to focus, refusing to give Eddie the upper-hand that he wanted—he’s got you spread wide, his face stuffed up against your cunt as he licks into you, the angle frustratingly pleasurable as his tongue glides over your clit in quick fleeting movements, your hand shooting back to sink into his curls, pulling harshly as you bury him deeper and deeper into the ache that was growing between your legs.

But, Eddie isn’t having it. He grabs the idle hand on the sink and the one buried in his hair and holds them tight, stopping momentarily to dig into the back pocket of his jeans—you know it’s coming and you can’t be bothered to stop it.

“You don’t get to have things your way,” He warns, finding the handkerchief stuffed in his pocket and wrapping it around your wrist, tying it loosely—part of him was hoping you’d play along, not wanting to leave any visible marks. He wanted you to give that power over to him willingly, “not tonight, sweetheart.”

You nod slowly, feigning innocence for the moment.

Eddie stands then, body dragging against yours as he speaks, “You think you can take me like this?” Eddie asks, “I don’t really think you deserve my fingers.”

“So I don’t get your fingers, but I get your dick?” You counter, earning a subtle smirk in return. “That doesn’t seem like a fair trade.”

Eddie snakes an arm around your front, forcing your chin up to look at him in the small mirror, squeezing at your cheeks until your mouth was forced open, “It’s a yes or no question—I don’t need your smartass remark.”

You laugh daringly, “Sorry—can you repeat yourself?”

Eddie doesn’t appreciate that, hand slipping down to your neck to pull back with force, body held tight against his. You couldn’t see in the mirror anymore, only his face as he glared down at you.

“Yes or no?” Eddie asks again, slower and much more menacingly. You breathe harshly against his grip, realizing he wasn’t going to let go until you answered.

“Yes,” You say weakly, “I can take it.”

“Good,” He replies softly, the grip on your neck loosening until you fall forward, his hand stabilized on your shoulder to help keep you upright, “don’t think I can wait much longer anyways.”

And despite Eddie’s vicious approach, he enters you slow, watching your face for any signs of pain—the stretch was welcomed and normal, a breath of relief when he was finally settled into you fully, giving you a moment to adjust.

“Shit,” He curses, “—messing with me all day just to have me fuck you like this?”

He doesn’t need you to answer, doesn’t want it, speaking his thoughts out into the charged air between you.

“Always have so much to say until my cock is inside you,” He can see the twitch in your expression, begging to respond, and he laughs, fingers dragging up along your face as his thumb drags along your bottom lip teasingly, “—you think it’s cute to berate me?”

It’s a double-edged sword, so you don’t respond in any way. But, Eddie doesn’t like that either. He’s squeezing at your face again, hips thrusting slowly in comparison to his rough grip. “So does that mean I get to do the same to you? Treat you like a whore?”

You moan softly at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you, but the word is like a trigger, face turning up in amusement as you laugh.

“Yeah? That’s what you want?” Eddie asks with a condescending tone, earning an eager nod from you. “God, you’re so fucking predictable.”

You shrug slightly, shocked by how quickly he releases your face, dropping suddenly until his hand wraps into your hair, pulling your face back up to stare at him through the reflection and it feels like you’re being transported—looking at a different version of yourself.

He’s barely even done anything and you already look wrecked, embarrassingly so. He leans in closer, breath ghosting over your ear as his eyes make contact with you through the mirror, “And you’re gonna watch while I fuck you. I want you to see how desperate you look.” He says lowly, hips snapping sharply, “Every,” another rough thrust, “fucking,” a harsh tug at your hair, “time.”

You moan out loudly, feeling Eddie bury himself deeper and deeper with each thrust, eyes squeezing closed on instinct, only shooting back open when there’s a sharp slap across your face—it’s quick and doesn’t really sting, but it’s gets your attention. “What did I say?”

“To—to look,” You stammer, an endless soundboard of noises as Eddie didn’t relent, free hand gripping your hip tightly, bringing your ass back against him with every thrust, the loud sound of skin against skin drowning out any other noise in the trailer, “—while you fuck me.”

Eddie nods slowly, eyes dragging down to his dick, the sight nearly enough to make him come then, groaning at how perfectly you gripped him, soft velvet walls like heaven to sink into, again and again.

“And to remember who makes you feel this good,” He reminds, the hand gripping your hip sliding up the front of torso and under your shirt, squeezing gently at your bare tits, the outline of his hands and rings visible through the thin material—the rings were always cold compared to his warm hands and it was never something you got used, gasping at the way they bit at your skin, “say it, baby.”

Your eyes roll back slightly from the sheer pleasure consuming your body, his hips an overwhelming and unfaltering pace as he sunk into you with fervor. You try to say it, but it dies on your tongue, eyes falling shut again as you strained against the hold he had in your hair, begging for relief. Eddie notices, breaking the act for a brief moment to switch his hold, hand caressing your face in a loose grip, just enough to hold you upright to see in the mirror, his gaze still as permeable as ever.

“Say it,” He reminds, rubbing at heat growing in your cheeks, “fuck—say my name.”

“Eddie,” You gasp softly, “it’s you, Eddie.”

Eddie nods proudly, his pace faltering slightly, facade slipping as his jaw clenched tight, breathing sharply through his nose as he tried to hold out.

“Please,” You beg, “please—“

You’re not entirely sure for what.

“Oh—can’t find the words now, huh?” Eddie teases, the hand that’s stuffed under your shirt guiding down until his fingers can drag over the sensitive bundle of nerves, an instant relief when he finally touches you, you sigh sharply, eyes squeezing shut in concentration. “No, eyes open—“ Eddie urges, tapping at your face with his finger lightly, stopping his movements until you did just that.

“Use your manners, baby.” Eddie reminds, “Ask for it.”

“Can I—can I come?” You ask softly, “Eddie, please—“

Eddie laughs quietly, “Apologize.”

If it weren’t for how desperately you wanted to come, you would’ve ripped him a new one and told him off, but you needed this.

“Fuck—I’m sorry.” You force out.

“For?”

Eddie snaps his hips roughly, on the edge of his own undoing, barely able to keep himself together too.

“Being mean,” You gasp out, “and teasing you.”

“And being a complete fucking brat?”

You nod weakly, his fingers gliding over your sensitive clit with an intensity that brings you tipping over the edge quickly, fingers gripping into the trip of Eddie’s shirt from where your hands are still bound behind you, nearly ripping the material at the seam. Eddie pulls out quickly, urging you to turn around. His eyes are pleading, a stark difference from his earlier demeanor as he tugs at his dick swiftly, mumbling a quick, “Can I?”

And you can only assume he’s asking for one thing, quickly undoing the binding as you sank to your knees, hands gripping his thigh for leverage as he gripped your face with his free hand, your tongue slipping out carefully as he rested the achingly red and leaking tip over it, giving you a feeble groan of warning before he’s coming with a visceral, “Fuckfuck—“ and letting the milky white of his orgasm drip out of your mouth slightly, urging it closed with a tap at your chin, watching you swallow without question.

Eddie falls against the wall in exhaustion, watching you do the same as you leaned against the sink, still naked from the waist down. You laughed into the silence, a small giggle that bubbles from your chest.

“Too much?” Eddie asks, bracing for your retort.

You shake your head honestly, “Not enough, in my opinion.”

“God, you’re a masochist—I swear.” Eddie replies with a smile, grabbing at the hand that lingered around his thigh, pulling you against him with practiced ease.

“You just fuck really good when you’re upset,” You admit, open mouth gliding against his, pressing a soft kiss against his lips, “like, really good.”

“Yeah?” Eddie laughs.

You nod confidently, “I’m pissing you off everyday if it results in that—well, maybe without the bathroom next time.”

“I didn’t want to mess up the organization I had going with the campaign stuff.” Eddie defends weakly.

You snort in disbelief, “Organization? You know what—no, I’m not even gonna touch that one.”

You tug at his pants until get he gets the message pulling them over his hips before you’re ushering him out of the bathroom without a word, closing the door behind him.

Eddie stares on in disbelief at the closed door, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Unfortunately for Eddie, he’d never know.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #my writing #1kfic

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Pillow Fort Tickles

(Hi! This is my first tickle fic, so if it like sucks then my bad fellas. Anywho, enjoy!)

Ler: Kinger Lee: Pomni

Today’s adventure had been a disaster. Long story short, Caine had unleashed some absolutely horrific critter into the circus, leaving all of it’s occupants in quite a difficult situation. Ragatha, Gangle, and Jax were hurt, Pomni was shaken up, and Zooble had fucked off somewhere else. Kinger was (surprisingly) the only one left in even a slightly good mental state as he had hidden in his “fortress”.

After what seemed like a good hour or two (to Kinger atleast) after the adventure, he heard a light knock on the pillow that was placed where a door would be. Kinger moved it slightly out of the way and peeked his head out, only to be met with the eyes of Pomni.

“Oh! Pomni! How can I assist you?” He asked, slightly tilting his head to the side.

Pomni looked down, “I was just- uh- wondering if I could- umm..- come in.?” She pointed at the fort.

“Why of course!” Kinger slightly moved aside to make room for her to enter.

The fort was surprisingly spacious on the inside, with a corner dedicated to a few bug enclosures to another corner, visibly comfier than the rest, that Pomni could only assume was meant for resting. Eventually, Kinger’s voice snapped her out of her deep thought.

“Would you like to hear about my bug collection??”

Pomni nodded, watched him pull out a few bugs from seemingly nowhere and then begin his infodump. One thing that Pomni didn’t notice, however, was the bug slowly making it’s way to her side. Kinger, on the other hand, did notice and quickly scooped the bug up, accidentally grazing his hand over Pomni’s middle, making her squeak. He immediately paused and looked up at her.

“What was that??”

Pomni’s face was quickly turning a bright red.

“N-nothing!”

Kinger, didn’t believe a word of that. He repeated his action just to test it. Once again, Pomni squeaked.

“Don’t do that!” Pomni’s face grew redder with each passing second.

“Are you ticklish?”

Pomni didn’t respond. That was enough of an answer for Kinger. He put down his bugs and poked her a few times, making her choke down a giggle or two. She reached out to attempt to stop Kinger and grab his hands, which made Kinger simply push her hands out of the way and continue his attack.

After a few minutes, he decided to up his game. Going from pokes to soft tickles on her stomach. Pomni’s giggles finally started to pour out. She covered her mouth to muffle the noise. Kinger paused for a moment to move her hand before immediately going back to business.

“Don’t silence yourself! I want to hear your laughter!” He playfully scolded.

Eventually though, Pomni was able to regain her control and hold back her giggles.

In order to break the barrier, Kinger began to scribble at her ribs. This provoked a shriek from the poor, little jester.

“WAHAIT!! KIHIHINGERR!!! NAHAHAHAAOO!!”

The chess piece giggled at her as he continued his onslaught for a few seconds longer before letting up and taking his hands away.

“Are you okay??”

Pomni was a tired, giggly mess.

“Mhmmm!!..”

Kinger gently picked her up, took her over to the comfy corner that Pomni had seen earlier, and gently placed her down. She yawned and softly rubbed her eyes, clearly exhausted. Kinger sat down next to her and simply watched. After a few long minutes, she succumbed to her weariness and fell asleep. Kinger sighed.

“Queenie would’ve adored you.”

#sfw tickling community #tadc tickles #the amazing digital circus tickle #tickle fic #ler!kinger #lee!pomni #so sorry if this sucks! #first tk fic!

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How They'd Come In Late After a Race (1)

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In this chapter - CL16, MS47, DR3, MV1, GR63

Charles Leclerc

Charles hadn't had a great race in Monaco. In fact, he didn't even start it. Of course, he still wanted to hit the dazzling streets of his home town to try and drink away his problems.

You had stayed at home, not feeling like going out tonight since you could any night of the year. If you were somewhere else, maybe you'd think about it, but not tonight.

You did decided to stay up and wait for him, however, since we all knew how wild parties in Monaco can get. It was nearing on 3am, and there was still no sign of Charles.

On the other side of the door, you could hear the jangle of keys, and some silly giggles. There was no point in helping him - it would be more funny to let him struggle.

After a few grunts and groans, he stumbled in, slamming the door a bit too loudly than he probably should have.

At first, he didn't notice you at all. He just wandered past you and into the kitchen. It's not even like you were sat in the dark, you had the light on in the living room of your apartment as he walked by.

Some glasses clinked together, the tap was aggressively turned on and off, then Charles walked towards you. He still didn't notice your presence.

"What time do you call this?" You asked him, watching as he nearly dropped his glass on the floor. "Shit did I wake you up?" he whisper-shouted.

"No, you are just very late," you explained as he set his water down on the coffee table, the clear liquid sloshing over the rim and onto the table.

He plopped down next to you and leant all of his weight into your side. "Sorry for being late," he softly mumbled, before yawning.

"It's OK, my love," you told him, shifting your weight as he wrapped his arms around your waist and snuggled into you even more.

"But it's not. I let you down," he started.

"No, Charles, you didn't let me down,"

"I did," he protested, "Baby, I didn't even start the fucking race,". How you had gotten from him being late to the race, you didn't know, but drunk Charles' mind wandered like an unattended toddler.

"I think it's time for you to go to bed, OK?" you told him, tapping his shoulder to get him up. Normally, he'd be upset after a bad race - which was understandable. But when he'd had a bit to drink, it got worse, so you didn't want him to tumble into that spiral.

He stumbled over to your bedroom and collapsed onto the bed.

"You not getting changed?" you asked him. "No, just come here," he pouted, opening his arms out to you and doing the grabby hands.

There was no resisting his pouty, flushed face, the ruffled hair and the grabby hands, so you traipsed over to the bed and led down next to him.

He shuffled around for a second, pulling one of his many Ferrari hoodies over his head and handing it to you. "What's this for?" you asked, since you already had one of his hoodies on anyway.

"This one smells more like me," he babbled, his eyes fluttering open and closed. There was no arguing with him because he was right, so you replaced the one you had on with the new one.

You slumped down into the vast sea of sheets and pillows that were on your bed, and Charles shuffled over to you.

He rested his head on your chest, immediately making himself comfy and his arms clasped around your waist. Just as you were about to fall asleep, you heard a soft "I love you," from the drunken boy.

"I love you too," you whispered back, pressing a soft kiss into his hair and closing your eyes.

Mick Schumacher

Most of the time when Mick came home, you waited up for him. But, he had specifically told you not to due to his flight getting in at 4am.

As much as you had protested, he had charmingly convinced you to go to bed and he'd be right by your side when you woke up.

So, when you did head to bed, you left him one of your famous, homemade granola bars that he adored and scribbled a short note onto a post-it.

You fell asleep easily, especially since you knew that Mick would be there when you woke up. However, some hours later, you were woken up by the low rumble of a vehicle outside.

To be more specific, it was the sound of Mick's motorbike engine. Why he had taken that to the airport, you would never know, but you did love the sound of it.

You smiled to yourself, glad you wouldn't have to wait much longer to see him.

The door opened downstairs, and light footsteps pattered through the kitchen. Mick had spotted the snacks for him on the counter and couldn't stop the large grin that crept across his lips.

"Mick I'll probably be asleep when you get home, but I'm glad you're here because I've missed you. I thought you'd be hungry after your flight, so enjoy. ❤️"

He took a few minutes to himself, munching away at the granola bars and already loving the serenity of being at home.

He cleared the plate away and tucked the note into his jacket pocket so he could read it whenever.

He left everything that could jingle or make any noise as he moved downstairs since he didn't want to wake you up, and quietly skipped up the stairs, avoiding the ones that creaked out of habit.

Meanwhile, you had closed your eyes to try and go back to sleep, but the excitement of having him home was too much.

Mick came into the dark cave that was your room, and you could hear the rustling of clothes and the wardrobe opening and closing again. The bathroom light flicked on for a few minutes, before you finally felt the mattress dip beside you and the covers rustled.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to his chest. "Thank you for the granola, I really did need it," he whispered into your hair, "I love you," he said.

You two had never said it to each other before, and he thought you were asleep at the time. You couldn't help but wonder if he had said it before when you were asleep. For a second, you were frozen, but there was nothing you wanted more than to respond.

"I love you too," you whispered back, feeling his smile against the top of your head as he planted a soft kiss on it. No more words were exchanged, Mick tucked his head into the crook of your neck.

Your heart sang in your chest, and there was no where you would rather be.

Daniel Ricciardo

You didn't know what time Daniel was going to be getting home, since you weren't actually going home. You had flown out to Australia to meet his family for the first time and he was flying over after the race.

The second leg of his flight had taken off a few hours ago, so you were waiting for the call to either pick him up from the airport or that he'd gotten a taxi and he was on his way. His first flight was supposed to set off nearly 12 hours ago, but it was cancelled last minute, so he had to get the one he was on now and he was going to be fashionably late to 'lunch'.

Meanwhile, you had headed out to the grocery store to pick up some things that you'd need for dinner. You'd picked up some basic things, like fruits and cereals you'd need for the week, as well as a some desserts that you couldn't resist.

You wandered around the store for a bit, picking up things you thought would make nice lunches while you were there. You were next to the cards, since it was Daniel's nephew's birthday and you still needed to get him one, and you heard a voice.

"Sorry, excuse me ma'am, I was looking for flowers for my girlfriend, do you think these are nice?" A familiar voice spoke behind you, and you thought you knew who it was, but it wasn't possible. Well, it wasn't supposed to be.

You turned around to see Daniel stood next to the flowers, beaming from ear to ear with a large bouquet of pink roses in his hand. "I think she'd love them," you smiled, abandoning your shopping cart in front of the cards.

You flung your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek. "You're not meant to be here for another few hours," you said to him.

"I know, but the flight was much quicker than expected," he explained. You looked at him, examining the dark circles under his eyes and how bloodshot his eyes were. "I'll pay for the shopping, then we can get you some rest," you said, pulling him into you as his head flopped onto your shoulder.

He groaned in agreement, following you to the shopping cart and to the tills. He went separately to pay for the flowers, despite your protests. You met him on the other side of the tills, "A very pretty lady helped me pick these out," he smirked, handing them to you and taking the shopping cart to the car.

"Oh did she now? You're away from me for a week and you're already looking at other women," you playfully scoffed and rolled your eyes at him. "Couldn't help myself, she was just that stunning," he hit back, stumbling as you lightly shoved him.

Once you got home, you unpacked the shopping while Daniel took a well-deserved shower. You were done before he was, so you sat on the living room couch, scrolling through Instagram for a bit. The door to the bathroom opened, and Daniel walked in, his hair slightly damp and he look a bit more awake.

"You going to take a nap for a bit?" you asked as he stood between your legs.

"Yeah," he said, trying to pull you up from the couch.

"I'll wake you up before dinner," you told him, expecting him to go to your room.

"Can you come with me?"

"I'm not sleeping,"

"Can you still come with me?" he asked, tugging on your arms harder. You laughed and stood with him, following him into the room. He flopped down on the bed and patted the space next to him. There was no denying his pouty face as he turned to look at you.

You got yourself comfy on the bed next to him, and he rolled over and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your chest. "I'm so tired," he mumbled, his eyes fluttered closed.

"I'm not surprised," you laughed back. It wasn't long before Daniel was softly snoring as he rested all of his weight on you. Now, you had three weeks to spend, relaxing, spending time together and probably napping.

Daniel would want to do a lot of that.

Max Verstappen

As expected, Max had just won yet another race and he now had three weeks off until his home GP in the Netherlands. You had only just arrived back at the hotel after waiting for him during interviews and the post-race debrief and whatever else they got up to. 

Flopping down on the bed, you allowed your muscles to relax after a day of tension. "We've got half an hour before we need to get to the bar," he said, flinging his jacket off onto the armchair in the corner of the room. 

A few of the drivers were getting together for drinks to celebrate the finish before the summer break, but you didn't want to go. You were flying back home tomorrow, then you had work the next day. 

"You can go, but I'm not," you told him, supporting your head on your arms as you spoke to him. 

"You're not coming?"

"No, I don't feel like flying hungover," you said.

"Please baby, it'll be fun. We don't even have to stay out late. Just a drink or two and then we can go," he pleaded, taking a seat next to you. 

"You can go, by yourself, and have as many drinks as you want and stay out as long as you want. Don't let me spoil the fun," you told him. Sure, Max was very calm and collected when it came to racing, but when he went out, he was a whole different person.

"But I won the race," he whined, gently poking you in the stomach and making you laugh. He was really like a child sometimes, but in the most adorable way. "I know you did, and I'm very proud of you, but I don't have the next three weeks off," you told him, and he sighed in defeat. 

"Fine then, I guess you'll be missing out on all the fun," he scoffed, getting of the bed and going to the bathroom for a shower. As he was at the door, ready to leave, he looked over at you, all cosied up in bed and thought it would be better to crawl in with you and watch a movie. 

But, tonight was going to be fun and you'd want to go to bed early anyway. "You sure you don't want to come?" 

"Yes, now go or else you'll be late," you told him, itching to get watching your movie. Just like that, Max was gone and you were watching your movie. 

As the time went by, you slowly drifted off to sleep during the new movie you had just put on. You were settled in your slumber, only to be woken up by the door being slammed and some sort of loud rustling.

Your eyes fluttered open as the lights flicked on, and Max was stumbling around the room. He was just idly giggling to himself as he leant against the wall, and he hadn't yet noticed that you were awake. 

"The fuck are you doing?" you grumbled, irritated that you had been woken up. Normally, Max tried his best to be quiet if he was coming in late, but not tonight. "Oh hey baby, I didn't realise you were awake," he said with a goofy, lopsided grin on his face.

"Well I wasn't until you came clattering in here," you huffed, rolling over in bed to try and avoid the light. "It's not even that late," he argued.

"Max, it's three A.M," you told him, glancing at the alarm clock on the side table. You didn't mind him coming in late, but you did when he woke you up. "And we have a flight to catch in... six hours," 

"It's fine," he scoffed as he threw his jacket onto the floor somewhere. 

"It might be for you," you grumbled back at him, screwing your eyes shut to try and fall back asleep. "I'm sorry," you heard him quietly say and you heard him shuffling around the room a bit. "Baby, I'm sorry," he said, sitting down in front of you on the floor next to the bed.

You ignored him and tried to go back to sleep. "Y/N," he whined, poking at your face and squishing your cheeks. "Max, get off me," you said, trying to swat him away as you looked at his rosy cheeks and ruffled hair. 

"I'm sorry," he repeated as he carried on prodding at you. You knew the only way to get him to stop was to tell him you forgave him and that it was alright. "It's fine," you said, closing your eyes as he finally stopped poking you.

"But you don't mean it though, you're annoyed at me," he complained like a child.

"Just get in bed, Max," you said, just wanting to sleep.

"I can't sleep if you're mad at me," 

"I'm not mad at you, I'm just tired my love," you said to him as another goofy smile spread across his lips. "OK," he said, finally standing and hopping in bed with his clothes still on. But, you couldn't be bothered to tell him to get changed.

"The lights, Max," 

"Oh yeah, sorry," he giggled, getting back up to switch the lights off. He shuffled back into bed, and he fell asleep nearly instantly. And he was snoring. You groaned to yourself, knowing you wouldn't be getting a good nights' sleep like you had wanted. 

George Russell

"I am a fucking champion!" George yelled, jumping on the bed of your hotel room in Brazil. You could only hope the neighbours were heavy sleepers and couldn't hear him.

"George, I know you are, but please be quieter," you told him, knowing you were going to have among night. "I bet Max does this and you don't yell at him,"

"George, I'm not with Max when he goes to his hotel room," you said, confused as to why he would even suggest that. But, he was drunk, so you couldn't expect complete sanity from him. "But I bet he still does this,"

"George, Max doesn't do this. Max celebrates like a proper adult by being quiet and respectful to the neighbours," you said, grabbing him by the arm and trying to drag him off the bed. He had never done this before, but he had never won a race before. 

"Fine, you're no fun," he whined, sitting down on the floor. 

"George come on, get up. It's time for bed," 

"But I don't want to," he whined, lying down and spreading his arms and legs out as if he were grounding himself. "It's late, George," you sighed, knowing you wouldn't get very far with persuading him to function like a normal human being.

"And? I'm a champion, I can stay up as late as I want. Consistency is key, after all," he drunkenly giggled to himself, "Fine, you can stay up, but I'm going to bed," you huffed, hoping that might incentivise him to go to bed with you. 

"Alright, goodnight," he said, still staying on the floor. You didn't say anything else to him, you just got changed, crawled into bed, and turned out the lamp beside you. You heard George rustling around for a second, and then you felt something in front of your face.

Opening your eyes, you could make out George's features through the darkness. You squealed in surprise when you saw him, but you calmed down when you saw it was just George being silly. "George, please, I'm trying to sleep," you sighed, rolling over to face away from him. 

"But you're pretty, I want to look at you," he said, lazily tickling his fingers up and down your back. "Thank you, but you can look at me tomorrow when I'm not trying to sleep," you smiled to yourself. Even if his words were at the wrong time, they never failed to make you blush. 

"I'll go back to the bar so I'm not annoying you," he sulked, getting up from beside you and skulking over to the door. "George, you're not going back to the bar," you said, sitting up and turning the lamp back on. 

"But you want to sleep, if I go back I can let you have some peace," he smiled. He had the right intentions, but the bar was the last place he needed to be right now. "I appreciate that, but you should stay here. As long as you're reasonably quiet, then I'll be alright," 

"OK, I'll just lay here with you for a bit," he smiled, kicking his shoes off and flopping down into bed with you. "Goodnight, George," you said, turning the light back off and trying to fall asleep again. 

It was silent for a few minutes, before you heard his whispers and quiet chants, "I'm a champion, I'm a champion,". You couldn't help but smile at how proud of himself he was, and you were proud of him too. 

You just breathed a bit heavier, and he got the message. "Sorry," he giggled, continuing his chants but just a bit quieter. You didn't want to rain on his parade, so you let him carry on while you tried to fall asleep. Again. 

A/N - I just thought I'd do these little like.. Drabbles for each of the drivers and I have a few different scenarios planned out. I have another part planned with 5 more drivers, but let me know if there's anyone you would like to see in particular! Have a great day!

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[neo-shitty]

pairing. itadori yuuji x gender-neutral reader genre. fluff, university!au, yuuji as *that* friendly classmate warnings. none, just rusty writing word count. 0.5k notes. not my best but it was the only dispensable work in my drafts. just honestly testing the waters for posting anime writing? hello, hi? :D

you don’t think you’ve ever been this close to yuuji since your professor sat him next to you in class; a desperate last-ditch attempt to quiet him down. it’s ultimately pointless when he only made the most out of the new place he’d been slotted into. making friends with the shadows in the far side of the room was too easy for him, less a punishment than an opportunity to expand his circle. in the first hour you spent as seatmates, he already knew you better than everyone else in the room combined—even when he’d been around for a lesser time.

you’ve always watched yuuji from afar but at times the distance narrowed and he becomes aware of it. he finds your eye in the middle of a game once, a happenstance when he was catching his breath, the ball dribbling under someone else’s palm. he looked up to the second floor, catching you staring down at him. you cheered him on a little because they were winning for a while until they weren’t. yuuji smiled back at you that day, though unable to mask his exhaustion.

you once walked into campus together until he was barred by security. you could’ve gone on and walked your way to the lecture hall alone but you caught him glancing at you as he scribbled away on a slip, almost imploring that you’d wait up even just for a little bit. “what happened?” you asked when he finally joined you. he answered, “dress code violation.” the silver stud that once glinted off his earlobe now missing.

today, he found himself in the wrong circle of friends because his own crowd disappeared elsewhere. somewhere behind you, he rambled about the exam you just took—one you both probably failed but chose to no longer linger on. or at least you did. you didn’t take yuuji to be the type of mull over wrong answers but there he was, complaining all the way down the flight of stairs. “get over it,” you said, rather jokingly, “there’s nothing we can do about it anymore.”

then you heard his footfalls closer to you, as if your acknowledgment of his presence was a sign he was waiting for to close the distance between the both of you. he reached the last step of the staircase right when you did, casually wrapping an arm around you, his hand draped over your left shoulder. the gesture is innocent and he’s oblivious of the frenzy the act put you into internally. you don’t remember the time anyone has been this close to you. there is warmth where his body touches yours, even through the fabric of your clothes and you wished to stay here—caged in a protective half-embrace. 

you wanted to stop him where he stood, turn him around to face you and wrap your own arms around him. maybe you’ll be safe here, your head against his chest and your arms lazily holding each other, just as how you imagined it to be. but the hallway is short and he reached his stop. he lets you go, his arm slowly finding its way back to its place beside his torso. yuuji was gone as soon as he came, the warmth of his touch fading along with him, waving goodbye as he disappeared behind the door to his next class. you looked forward to seeing him again tomorrow.

© neo-shitty, 2023

#jjk fic #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk drabbles #jjk imagines #jjk scenarios #yuuji fic #jjk angst #yuuji itadori x reader #yuuji drabbles #yuuji x reader #yuuji itadori drabbles #yuuji fluff #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yuuji angst #itadori yuuji fluff #decide to post this with yuuji bc his name popped up during my exam lmao no other reason actually #soft launching my anime writing 🤕 #shouldn't be expecting much i've been inactive for almost a year now

[inkrabbit]

thinking about one thing and one thing only. there was only one bed x dewdrop x fem reader

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES

You had always found the fire ghoul to be interesting. Sure, you loved the others, but there was something about Sodo you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He was different from Alpha and Ifrit, and he was different from Rain and Mist; so animated and full of life, interacting with fans and ghouls at every turn. But just when you thought you had him figured out, he would do something else to surprise you.

You had been sitting in the library today, scribbling down in your notebook as you pull translations and keynotes from the opened book in front of you. You only looked away when you heard someone clear their throat.

“Papa wants us to go into the next city,” Sodo had told you, arms crossed over his chest as his tail flicked behind him. “Guess he ran out of some incense and some other things.”

“Just you and me?” you asked him, brows furrowed. Papa had you doing tasks around the abbey lately, letting the other siblings go out here and there for errands he didn’t want to run on his own. Maybe it was just your turn.

“You comin’ or not?” So now, here you sat in the passenger seat of the beaten-up Oldsmobile, watching the town go by as Sodo drove. It was late in the evening, close to dusk, and death metal has been playing the whole ride, but he’s kept it to a low volume. High enough to hear, but low enough to where you two could actually talk.

You can’t help but occasionally glance over at him. This is one of the few times you’ve seen him not only unmasked, but in casual clothes and keeping up his human appearance. You knew it took energy to keep it up, but “if humans find out ghouls are real, all hell’s gonna break loose. And Papa doesn’t want that just yet.” Really, it felt like this was a special treat.

“What do you keep lookin’ at?” You’re sure his tail would’ve been flicking if he still had one, but you give him a smile anyway.

“You look nice.” And you mean it. His long hair has been pulled back into a ponytail, showing off more of his face, though the hood from his jacket had been drawn up, a leather jacket decorated with pins sitting atop that. This more metal look was a stark contrast to the uniform he normally wore when around the abbey.

Still, Sodo lets out an amused huff, the smallest smirk dancing across his lips. “Ya don’t look too bad yourself, sweetheart.”

“Why do you have two jackets, though? It’s a nice day out.”

“Fire ghoul.” And the way he says it is just so blunt and bored, like you should’ve known this. “It might be nice for you, but it’s cold to me.”

You suppose that made sense. The silence falls over you two again, save for the music still playing. Sodo’s phone is hooked up to the aux cord, resting on his thigh, and every now and then he’ll glance down to change the song. Even though it’s a reckless move, you’re almost surprised when you realize that it doesn’t exactly scare you. You feel safe with the ghoul, even if he’s speeding down the road.

The town you enter has an old feel to it, the brick buildings and old designs; different colors that somehow work so well together. It’s nice.

“You like it here?” Sodo asks, catching your attention.

“Yeah. It’s cute.” He glances around, shrugging a bit.

“It’s okay.” He looks down at his phone, exiting the music and bringing up the directions he originally had minimized. “Should be around here somewhere…” He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth when he hastily looks around the area. “That’s it, we’re walking.”

He turns into the first parking lot he can find, some area that’s right beside an old, grungy-looking brick building.

“Can we even park here?” you ask him. He just laughs as he turns the car off and unplugs his phone.

“We’re about to find out.” You gather your things as he exits the car, surprised when he appears right beside you, opening the door and offering you his hand. You take a moment to look at it, almost confused when you don’t see his normally gray skin or those sharp, black nails.

“I’m not gonna bite,” he teases softly. “Unless you want me to.”

“Oh, shut up!” You take his hand, his hold on you gentle as he helps you out of the car. You hear it beep when he locks it, the two of you starting down the sidewalk. The stores loom over you, some being old Victorian houses that have been converted into shops. Sodo walks close beside you and you notice how he falters for a second.

“Forgot I don’t have my tail,” he mutters softly. “Was gonna smack you for fun…”

“You’re an ass!” But still, you laugh along with him. Instead of using his tail to annoy you, he’ll occasionally bump into you, sending you stumbling just that little bit. You only bump back into him with more vigor and you see his smile clear as day.

The walk down to the shop isn’t too bad, though it is quiet for the most part. Sodo is constantly checking his phone, making sure you two haven’t passed it. Really, you’re completely lost and you’re following the ghoul. It takes longer than you expected, the two of you having to go down about four blocks before you finally see the shop in the distance. The sun was finally starting to set, the clouds turning to a bright shade of pinks and purples. This part of town has fairy lights strung up all along the streets and wrapped around trees, bringing some life into it.

“It’s cute,” you comment softly, pointing to the lights hanging above. Sodo just lets out a soft grunt.

He holds the door open for you when you two finally get in front of your destination and the smell of burning incense hits you. It’s light and floral, but it was so such a drastic change from the fresh air you were just in. Still, it’s very good inside, albeit not the brightest. Little statues and trinkets sit on glass showcases, and incense burners line the walls. You hang back, deciding to look at everything while Sodo goes to the registers. You can hear him talking to the older woman behind the counter, and her voice is so soft and sweet. To your surprise, Sodo matches her energy, a smile on his face. How cute.

As the woman goes to the back, you peer into the ceramic bowls. Flat, polished rocks sit inside of them with runes decorating the front and outlined in gold paint. You don’t get to look much longer, hearing a bag rustling. The woman’s come back, smiling brightly as she hands it over to Sodo. You didn’t know a ghoul could be so gentle as you watch him take it from her. It’s so surreal watching him. You know he’s a ghoul. You know he’s a menace when he wants to be. But right now, he looks normal. He looks like a normal human being just picking up something from a cute little shop. Granted he still looks a little scary if you aren’t into his style getup, but his current personality is the complete opposite of what most would assume it would be.

You send the woman behind the counter a smile as you also thank her and, like last time, Sodo holds the door open for you again.

“You’re being such a gentleman,” you tease, grinning at him.

“Do you not like it?” He feigns worry, eyebrows raised. “I could always go back to the stomping, angry, sexual ghoul everyone knows and loves.”

You bark out a laugh. “Oh, stop! You know what I mean.”

You two start the walk back to the car, the plastic bag slung over Sodo’s shoulder. The wind’s starting to pick up as it gets later, your skin prickling with goosebumps as it passes through your thin shirt. Without even realizing it, you get just a little closer to the ghoul, his heat radiating off of him. You wonder if the woman could feel it when she gave him the bag and if she thought anything of it.

“Could you imagine if the car was gone?” Sodo jokes, shooting you a grin. You slap his arm.

“Stop! I don’t wanna be stuck out here!” As cute as the little town was, you were ready to go back home. Not to finish your notes, oh no, but just to relax in your bed and fall asleep. You had already been a little tired when Sodo had approached you in the library, and the drive that was supposed to take ten minutes ended up taking almost thirty with how you two had gotten lost a few times, the roads either too confusing to navigate or a turn having popped up out of nowhere when it seemed like the road kept going straight. You had already called Papa on Sodo’s behalf, telling him what had happened, and you were thankful you had caught him on a good day. He seemed understanding, saying he had done the same thing the first time he and one of his ghouls had taken a trip there.

You’re relieved to see the car still where you two had parked, especially when neither of you see a ticket on the windshield. Sodo opens the door for you before rounding the car and crawling into the driver’s seat, tossing the bag in the backseat. He’s tapping into the phone as he fumbles with the key, trying to slot it into the ignition without looking.

Your stomach drops when he gets it in and the car doesn’t respond when he turns it. With brows furrowed, he tries again and again. The dashboard lights up but it doesn’t turn over.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me…” He tries again in a futile attempt before letting out a growl. You notice how his skin is changing, just that little bit, turning back to gray. His nails, having originally been blunt and short, slowly blacken as sharp tips start to form. You reach out, setting a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, it’s okay.” It’s not. And there won’t be a point where it ever will be, but you see how some people are walking past you two. All it would take would be one little glance into the car.

To your surprise, it’s enough to bring him down and you notice how everything slowly fades back. His forehead is pressed against the steering wheel as he sighs.

“Fine.” He still sounds tired and defeated. “I’ll call Papa. I’ll call someone to come pick the car up. We can go find a hotel for the night.”

You cringe at the thought of not being able to go home, but you knew that no one from the abbey would know what was wrong with the damn thing. Even if they did, you doubt they would have the parts to fix it. So you make yourself comfortable in the passenger seat as you watch Sodo begrudgingly navigate his phone to call Papa.

The rest of everything is a blur, from the growl in Papa’s irritated voice to Sodo being short with the tow truck driver. You had mentally checked out on the way to the shop. It was dark by now, but you two had gotten lucky that the shop was still open and only a few blocks away from a hotel. Sodo had sat between you and the driver in the truck and you reveled in how much heat he was putting out. With the sun now gone, the temperature had dropped and it was enough to make you shiver.

Before you go into the shop, Sodo removes his leather jacket, draping it over your shoulders. You practically melt into it as you hold it close to you, smiling at him.

“Looks cute on you,” he tells you softly as you follow him inside. You hope he doesn’t notice how your face heats up.

You let him do all the talking to the man behind the counter, too tired to even muster up a genuine smile to be polite. From the sound of Sodo’s voice, he doesn’t care to be polite either, telling him to just fix the car in the morning and that you two would be back for it. You had zoned out for most of the conversation, eyes wandering about. It seemed clean and well-kept, tires of different brands hanging around. You only notice that everything’s been said and done when Sodo softly nudges your shoulder and leads you to the door.

“You fallin’ asleep on me, sweetheart?” he teases, a toothy grin on his face.

“I just wanna get to the hotel.” He wraps an arm around your shoulder, drawing you close to him. It’s only now that you realize that he’s shaking a bit himself. “Do you want your jacket back?”

“Hm? Nah, I’m fine.” But you notice how he’s not putting out as much heat as he once was. “C’mon. Let’s get to this stupid hotel.”

Honestly, you had always liked nighttime walks. Though it was advised everyone is inside by nightfall in the abbey, you loved the whole atmosphere of it. It felt so calming, and you felt safe with Sodo right beside you.

It’s warm inside the hotel when you both finally make it. Sodo’s skin is an odd shade, and you know his energy is quickly running out. You just barely catch a glimpse of the black starting to seep onto the base of his fingernails and he hides it by shoving his hands in his jacket’s pockets. Neither of you can find the strength to match the energy of the peppy receptionist, but she’s quick to find you two a room on the sixth floor. Sodo all but snatches the keycard from her hand, but he does manage to grunt out a “thanks” before following you to the elevators.

“I’m not gonna make it,” he groans, rubbing his face with his hands. His skin is getting darker and you notice how little points are starting to appear right by his hairline, in the same spot his horns would originally be in. He leans against the wall of the elevator when it opens and you’re quick to push the button on the other side.

“Just a little bit further,” you encourage him. “We’re almost there.”

He nods but he doesn’t respond. Everything about him looks weird and you can see the internal struggle he’s having of keeping up his appearance. You knew he was used to only keeping it up for a few hours at a time, not for this long.

By the time the doors reopen, he’s leaning against you and you have to be a rock for him. His movements are sloppy and you have to take the keycard from him to open the door. The second he steps through the threshold, he’s back in ghoul form as he flops down on the bed.

“There’s the Sodo I know and love,” you joke softly, shutting the door behind you and locking it. When you turn back around, you knit your brows together in confusion. The room is cute and very clean, sure, but there’s only one bed. And currently, the ghoul is laying sprawled out on it. “Hey. You notice anything like… wrong here?”

“Like my clothes aren’t off? You’re right.” His hands fumble with the zipper of his jacket. You walk over to him, smacking his arm with the card.

“No! Like there’s only one bed!” You turn on the nearby light, seeing his eyes narrow as his face scrunches up, his now pointed ears twitching.

“Like I give a shit!” he cries out. “I don’t even wanna be here! I’d rather be back in my own room, laying in my own bed.” He slips out of his jacket, tossing it to the floor. “Dumma jävla bil.”

“So we share a bed?”

“Yes, we share a bed! It’s not rocket science!”

You huff, crossing your arms. “You better stay on your own side.”

His voice becomes high-pitched as he mocks you, but he sits up to undo his shoes and kick them off. You turn your back as he strips down to his boxers, all of his clothes laying in a heap on the floor.

“Thanks for the privacy, sweetheart.” It’s like you can just hear the grin on his face. Still, you slide his thick jacket off of your shoulders, laying it on top of his clothes. You kick off your shoes before pulling back the comforter and crawling into bed. You lay on your side, back facing Sodo. You hear him click off the lamp, the darkness enveloping you two.

But it’s cold in the room and you find yourself slowly creeping back, feeling your body hit Sodo’s. He’s still giving off heat. Not as much as he was earlier, but it’s better than nothing.

“What happened to staying on my own side?” he tuts. You hear him shift as he rolls over, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you against his chest.

“It’s cold,” you mutter softly. He lets out an amused huff, humming an affirmation. “Thank you, by the way. For your jacket.”

“Couldn’t have my favorite Sister freezing like that.” His voice rumbles as he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder.

“You getting soft on me, Sodo?”

“You finally noticed? Not like I was trying to get your attention all day.”

You roll over, barely able to make out his features in the dark. The only thing you can clearly make out are his amber eyes softly glowing as he stares back at you. You bring a hand up to rest it on his upper arm, your thumb gently stroking his skin. You feel his own slowly slide up your back, sending a shiver up your spine.

“Still cold?” His voice is barely above a whisper, the campfire scent radiating from him intoxicating. You can only muster a pathetic nod. “Use your words, Sister.”

“Yes.” His lips are on yours in a second, tail caressing your leg. His hand slides back down your back, pass the curve of your ass to the back of your thigh. He tugs your leg over his waist before he wraps his arm around you again, pressing you as close to him as he can get you.

“How about I make you real warm, sweetheart?”

Translation:

Dumma jävla bil - Stupid fucking car

#request #sodo #sodo ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #f!reader #sodo x reader #dewdrop x reader #ghost #ghost band #why tf did I let this go past 3k words #this was meant to be at least over 1k

[littlehypnone]

Hi hypnooo! I've had a tough week and I'm craving some phantom fluff with perhaps cg Swiss? Or if you're up to it a cg copia! Maybe something about phantom waking up small, being left unattended, literally no one knowing he was little, walking around the ministry aimlessly, half asleep trying to look for someone, just carrying around his stuffed animal with a blanket draped around himself, paci in his mouth. little bat gets sad and whiny cus he doesn't know where everyone is, breaks down all of a sudden. Cg finds him, and they get all cuddly and stuff! But of course, take your time, only do this request of you want to! ❤️ Also i hope you're doing alright!!

im sorry you had a tough week, i hope its gets better soon. I scribbled this as soon as i could :)

950 words, little phantom (they/them), cg swiss, cg rain, some bad thoughts and fear of being left alone, but then cuddles!!!

Phantom woke up fuzzy. Nothing bad had happened, no bad dreams, they slept really well. So well that their mind slipped a bit, actually. It was alright, they’d find a big ghoul and get some cuddles. And breakfast, they thought as their belly rumbled.

The little ghoul tumbled out of bed, grabbing their plushie and their blanket with a yawn. They haven't really woken up yet. Phantom padded to the door but hesitated, looking at their bedside table, knowing there’s a soother in there. Finally, they decided it wouldn’t hurt, grabbed it and slipped it into their mouth before leaving the room.

With a few more yawns, they shuffled down the corridor of the den, looking around for any open doors. None were open, so Phantom opted for coming down to the common room. Someone must have been there, it was rarely empty.

Except it was.

Phantom walked in and they neither heard nor seen anyone. It was weird, all quiet and half-dark. It didn’t feel good.

They clumsily wrapped their blanket tighter around their shoulders and went to the kitchen. Maybe they would be able to get some snack themself and wait for a big ghoul for a proper breakfast. They weren’t allowed to try to cook when small and rightfully so.

Nothing was in a hands reach, though, so Phantom pouted and turned away, clinging to their bat. They got back to the common room and hopped up onto the couch, curling up under their blanket. They wanted to watch something, they’d get bored, but they couldn’t see the TV remote anywhere. Still, what if they turned it on and something bad would come up before they could find their favorite channel? No, it was better to wait for a big ghoul. Someone had to be about to come down, Phantom was sure.

But no one did. Not for another fifteen minutes at least and the little ghoul started to have doubts. Did they go somewhere? Did they leave them? Did Phantom forget about something? Something must’ve been wrong.

They decided to go walk through the corridor once again. Maybe this time they’d come across someone. They hoped they would.

Phantom went from door to door, not really eavesdropping, but listening in, looking for the sounds of… anything, really. If the pack was in there there should be sounds, right? But it was mostly quiet and minute after minute Phantom’s eyes were wetter and his bottom lip was wobblier. 

They were about to give up, feeling abandoned, and the tears were about to fall as they sat on the floor by one of the doors. They didn’t even know whose room it was, but they didn’t have anywhere else to go if nobody was in the den at all. They’d wait and maybe someone would come back.

Phantom curled up under the blanket, their bat pressed tightly to their chest as they rested their head on their bent knees. Their tummy felt weird and their head was getting even more fuzzier. They tried to keep from crying, they were a brave ghoul, but it was too much. They didn’t understand where everyone was.

Phantom cried silently into their blanket, slouching on the floor. They didn’t notice the door cracking open and Swiss stumbling out of the room.

“Bug?” he mumbled, obviously sleepy, as he knelt down in front of the quintessence ghoul. They lifted their head, just an inch, and Swiss’ chest squeezed at the big, teary eyes. “Oh, baby… What happened?”

The multi ghoul wrapped an arm around them and pulled them into his lap, cradling them against his chest.

“W– woke up and– and nobody was h– here,” Phantom hiccupped, clinging to Swiss tightly.

“Antsy, baby, we haven’t gone anywhere,” he whispered into their ear as he swayed them gently side to side. “It’s just early, nobody left the rooms yet. You know we would never leave you. Anyone would take you in if you only knocked.”

“I– I’m s– sorry.”

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong, buggy,” Swiss assured, before going to pick them up. “It’s alright. Nobody has gone anywhere.”

“Mhm,” the little ghoul hummed and nuzzled under the other’s chin, sniffling. Swiss was so warm and soft and he smelled so nicely Phantom couldn’t help but purr.

“There we go.” The multi ghoul smiled and closed the door to his room behind them. Phantom smelled something familiar, but not Swiss-like, and they wondered for a second what it was, but–

“Hi, baby bat,” they heard and perked up, looking over Swiss’ shoulder. They saw Rain snuggled up in the nest on the multi ghoul’s bed.

“Rainy!” they cheered and Swiss chuckled as he put Phantom down on the bed. They crawled over to Rain and threw their arms around him. “Thought you were all gone…”

“We would never, Tommy,” the water ghoul assured, holding them close. Swiss threw a comforter over Phantom and tucked them in, cuddled safely against Rain’s chest. Their purr kicked up again and the multi ghoul smiled.

“I’ll go get you a snack, buggy,” he said and turned to go, but a loud whine coming from the little ghoul stopped him.

“‘s not…” they mumbled. “Later? P– please, cuddles?”

How could Swiss say no to that sweet little creature?

He turned and crawled into the nest, too, gluing himself to Phantom’s back and cuddling them from behind. The little ghoul’s body rattled with their content purr, unbelievably loud for such a small thing. It could very well challenge Omega’s own, loud, rattly purr.

But it didn’t matter. What mattered was that Phantom was now happy, snuggled in between two ghouls who loved them, who’d always keep them safe and who’d never, ever, leave them.

#hypno writes #little ghouls #age regression #little phantom #cg swiss #cg rain

[promptthebear]

🐰 Billy Russo #51 please

Jigsaw (Billy Russo) x Reader

Prompt: Did you eavesdrop?

Summary: You're Billy's defence lawyer. Set at the start of Punisher Season 2. Not canon compliant, but adjacent I guess?

CW: Some swearing, f!reader, body shape, hair colour, eye colour etc are all left ambiguous. 2nd person, reader is referred to as "you"

Billy Russo had known you for all of five minutes, which was more than enough time for him to decide that you were a stuck up bitch.

At first, he’d been thrilled when he’d heard the click of your high heels coming down the hospital hallway. Even if you proved to be as useless as the last lawyer his bosses had sent, he’d still have something pretty to look at. Then, you’d walked through the door.

You were pretty alright, in a corporate, tight laced kind of way. Your hair was pulled back into a delicate, but slick, French twist and you were wearing a dark grey blouse and black pencil skirt. Billy thought you’d look even better if you let your hair down and undid a couple buttons, but it became pretty evident you weren’t going to humour him the second you sat down.

“Tell me about the mask, Mr. Russo.”

You’d gone and dragged out the elephant in the room without so much as a blink, and yet you hadn’t bothered to even look Billy in the eye. He watched as you pulled file after file out from that briefcase of yours and placed them on the table beside his bed. Those thick, manila folders looked so out of place against your French manicure and slender hands.

“Are all of those mine?”

“The mask, Mr. Russo. You won’t do well on the stand if you can’t stay on topic”

Billy let out a barking laugh, the sound echoing against the concrete walls. Of course they’d sent him a ball buster. As if he hadn’t been through the wringer enough times already.

“Don’t you have my medical files somewhere in that pile of crap? You won’t do well questioning witnesses if you don’t have all the information”

If you were bothered by Billy throwing your words back in your face, you didn’t show it. Instead, you pulled out a legal pad and a ballpoint pen, crossed your pretty little ankles and looked at him as though this whole conversation bored you.

“I do have other clients to see today, Mr. Russo. If you’re going to waste my time, then I suggest you plead out and save the both of us a lot of trouble”

Billy sighed, then rolled his neck and squared his shoulders before speaking.

“The mask is…well, it’s something the docs came up with, to give me a sense of identity or some bullshit. They told me to draw what I wanted the world to see”

You studied him for a moment, your eyes tracing over the jagged black lines, skeletal nose and mismatched teeth Billy had painted. He tried not to shift in his seat, feeling oddly self conscious under your gaze.

“And this-“ you said finally, your tone confused instead of disgusted like Billy had anticipated “is what you want to show the world?”

“It’s better than horrific facial mutilation”

Your mouth quirked slightly up at the corners. It was a ghost of a smile at best, look away for even second and you’d miss it. Luckily for Billy, he’d been watching your lips for most of this conversation. The shade of red you’d chosen for your lipstick fascinated him. It was strangely out of place against the severity of your outfit, and much like your smile, hinted at a human being somewhere beneath your persona

“Well, it’s not going to go over well with the jury” you replied, your smile disappearing as you scribbled something down on your legal pad “On the slim chance this does go to trial, we should be focusing on your image. Unfortunately, at this time the public’s attitude towards you isn’t what we would call…favourable.”

“I believe your exact words were “PR clusterfuck”

Your pen froze in your grasp and you lifted your head to look at Billy. One of your neatly pencilled brows arched as you looked him in the eye.

“I may have said something akin to that when I spoke with your previous employers this morning, but that wasn’t my professional opinion nor was it something you were meant to hear. Did you eavesdrop?”

Even though he knew you wouldn’t see it, Billy couldn’t help but smile. He’d caught you holding your metaphorical dick, and you still had to be a lawyer about it.

“Is it really eavesdropping when you’re taking calls right outside my bedroom door?” he shot back, unable to keep some amusement from his voice. In truth, Billy wouldn’t know the first thing about criminal law if it walked up and punched him in the nose, but he knew more or less how to play the game and even better, how to be a pain in your ass.

You opened your mouth, to argue, to cuss him out, to ask him to screw you up against the wall maybe. He wasn’t ever going to find out, because at that exact moment your phone went off. You fished it out of your briefcase, glancing briefly at the screen before sliding it back into the front pocket and beginning to gather up your files.

“Where the hell are you going?”

Billy hadn’t meant to sound so accusatory, but it was hard not to. Everyone who came to see him was following the same pattern lately. Doctors, shrinks, and now you. They’d show up, poke and prod him a little, maybe shove something up his ass if he was particulary unlucky and then leave without so much as a “fuck you” in his general direction.

“I’m sorry Mr. Russo, as I said, I do have other clients. I’ll be in to see you next Thursday. We can start discussing strategies for a media campaign and perhaps go over what your trial testimony will look like should we need it.”

“Billy.”

You stopped, briefcase in hand and already heading towards the door, to glance at Billy over your shoulder. Your expression was as calm and neutral as it had been before, but when your eyes met his, he felt his heart skip a beat.

“Excuse me?”

He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry, and cleared his throat before speaking.

“Could you call me Billy? Everyone calls me Mr. Russo, even the shrinks and I- that’s not- I’m just Billy, you know?”

That strange little half smile was playing about your lips again.

“Alright. I’ll see you next week then, Billy. Rest up, we have a lot of work to do.”

#easter askbox event #billy russo x reader #billy russo x you #billy russo fic #billy russo imagines #billy russo #punisher season 2

[fading-adhd-hyperfixator]

TW.

This might become a chapter series~

THIS FANFICTION IS A XMAS GIFT FOR @calcium-cat!!! <3 IT TAKES PLACE BEFORE CHAPTER 21.

Major tw for drowning, blood, and trauma!

Plot based off of @orbital-inclination's Molten Dream oneshot and @calcium-cat's One Small Dream AU, plus her oneshot Shattered Dreams 1 and 2 on Ao3!

Please take this angst, Cal. This is only the first chapter, of course. Suffer as you made us feel with chapter 21 and 22~

Some things that should never have been said chapter 1 - the accident (Word count over 2000!)

Dream sat in his room, in front of the ripped up (and, now that he truly looked at it, it was bad, awful, just as horrible as-) drawing on the floor.

The ripped drawing, torn straight in half, showed him and Nighty. Well, Nighty before this. They were in front of the tree, the scribbled sun shining brightly. They had been holding hands before Dream ripped it.

Dream felt.. numb. Sad, angry, but he didn't want to alert Nightmare with his feelings, so he pushed them far, far down.

He didn't want to be here anymore.

He crumbled the pieces of the drawing, put on his cape, and waited.

He waited until he knew no one would be awake anymore. He had decided to break Nightmare's rules, to leave, to find a way out of this 'AU', they called it. (Dream still didn't understand the concept of 'alternate universes', he was still only just a child.)

He opened his door, hearing the almost silent creeak as it slid. Dream began to walk towards where he had escaped before, his footsteps falling silently on the stone below, as he began to let free some of that sadness by silently sobbing. His head ached. He wanted to get out now.. before someone caught him. As Dream wriggled through the window, he began to feel better. (Although the feelings he buried deep down threatened to stir, as he thought subconsciously what Nightmare would think.)

He began to run after a bit, his shoes making the leaves and sticks underneath crackle and snap. He had gotten far enough away that no one would hear him. He wasn't sure if that would be a bad thing or not.

(Of course, how would he know? He was purposefully trying to do this. He didn't want anyone to hear.)

~~~

"Dream, listen to me! Please-!"

"I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF, NIGHTY!! I DON'T NEED YOU!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!"

His face fell, as Dream backed away before running away, far away. He began to lightly sob, as he processed this. His fingers gripped the soft grass below, as he-

..soft grass?.. The only grass around his castle was thick and piercing. This wasn't right. He glanced up. The Tree of Feelings.. and the village? He was confused, looking at himself. Purple clothing with gold accents. He gripped his forehead. A crown, with a moon engraving..?

This.. was not right. He needed to wake up.

And, as he felt the sharp, agonizing pierce of negativity in his soul..

..his eyelight opened. Nightmare sat up quickly, panicking at how sour and wrong this felt. He had never felt something like this before, not here. This was almost like a cry for help. This.. this was very, very wrong.

He pulled off the covers, silently slipping out and checking each room. All of them were normal.

..except for Dream's. Dream was gone. He was gone? This wasn't right, although Nightmare had very much established that before. This feeling was coming from somewhere else. Maybe he had left? But he knew the rules.Nightmare quivered, his negative goop dripping onto the stone floor as he pondered it.

...Maybe.. maybe he was still bitter from the fight. Maybe he didn't want to be with Nightmare and the others anymore. (Which, Nightmare would never admit this, but that possibility scared him more than death.)

He ran out into the (sickly) empty forest. So much fear filled him, he thought he would explode, as Nightmare ran through the forest, getting closer to the feeling..

He heard the rushing of the river. The river shouldn't be rushing right now. It was the middle of winter, for star's sake! Then it hit Nightmare that Dream could be inside the river. Inside.. those rapids.. the rushing water..-! He needed to find Dream. Now.

~~~

Dream couldn't see. He didn't know what had happened. Everything was cold, he had to hold his breath-

He had slipped, taken a few tumbles, and… fallen. Fallen into.. a stream? A river, perhaps? Dream couldn't tell. All he knew was that he needed to swim up. But which way was up? For all Dream knew, he could be upside down. He hit the bottom of the lake, crashing into a rock. Dream opened his mouth to cry out-

And water- horrible, bitter tasting, dirty water rushed into his lungs, his mouth-His lungs screamed for air, (metaphorically, skellies don't have lungs I'm just stupid) his eyesockets opened, and he spotted a light. The surface.

And then that light dimmed out. Dream was still conscious, he hadn't closed his eyes.. but what was blocking his vision..?

All he knew is that he was quickly thrusted out of the stream, coughing and choking out river water and bile onto the sandy shore below.

His vision began to fade as Dream collapsed, exhausted and scared. He didn't want this.. what was going on..?

~~~

Nightmare lifted Dream out of the rushing river just before he went out of sight, setting him gently on the shore as panic filled his soul, his entire being. “DREAM!!”

As Dream fell, he was lifted gently with a tentacle and taken into Nightmare's arms, as Nightmare hyperventilated a little. Sure, sure they were immortal to old age or any natural causes.

But murder or something like this could still kill them.

Nightmare frantically pulled out his phone, and sent a single text.

'River. Now. Bring monster candy and run.'

And he waited, holding Dream's shivering, small figure. Dream's soul was filled with fear.. and some incomprehensible emotion.. perhaps hatred? He looked down at the puddle Dream had choked out. How long had he been in that stream before Nightmare came? How long had he suffered?

Dream's HP was.. scarily low. Nightmare couldn't exactly heal it due to how terrified he was, but he could at least look for the wound.

There.

Nightmare lifted up Dream's wet shirt and stared at the fracture that ran through the back of Dream's ribcage and spine.

That.. that was bad.

Where were his boys?..Had they not woken to the text?Maybe he should call.Yeah, maybe that was it.

But as Nightmare stared at the bloody crack, he couldn't

move

a single

bone.

He couldn't even process how dull and cracked Dream's tiny soul looked. He didn't process Dream's health

slowly

depleting

to 1.

And, when he did, he still couldn't move. Nightmare stared at Dream's small, shaking body as panic set in, quicker and heavier than before.

“DREAM!! WAKE UP!!”

Where were his boys when he needed them?! He sent another frantic text, before calling Horror.

It took a moment, but eventually the phone was answered. “mmm.. boss?.. it's 3 in.. the morning..” Nightmare couldn't help but feel a twinge of humor at how ridiculously tired Horror sounded.

“You didn't get my text?..” Nightmare mumbled into the microphone in such a blank, sorrowful tone that disgusted him. He was the Guardian of Negativity, and he was upset. But, then again, he was upset over Dream.

“..I'm looking right now. You sound upset enough, I know it's probably important. .. I'll be there with Cross, Killer and Dust in a moment. Whatever it is, please be safe, boss.”

The phone clicked, as Nightmare realized the kindness in Horror’s tone.

And Nightmare sat there, holding Dream as he focused everything on making sure Dream didn't lose the last of his HP.

~~~

Horror pondered things while he dressed and woke the others. He went into the kitchen to wait.

Nightmare had sounded so sad..

He took a few bites of the leftover food that Killer had set out, before wondering why Dream hadn't come outside during all the chaos.

Probably just asleep.

It was too early for him, after all. He'd never get to sleep if he was up at this ungodly hour. He didn’t even know why Nightmare needed everyone, and he said he needed monster candy..?

All Horror knew is that none of his (brothers) co-workers were missing. It worried him.

Perhaps just a peek into Dream's room..

He started toward the cracked door, footsteps growing slowly faster when it seemed like he would never get there.He opened the door quietly, the whine of the squeaky hinges causing Horror to wince before looking inside.

Pieces of ripped paper and broken crayons on the floor. His Nightmare doll on the ground, like he had thrown it into the wall. Cape missing. Pajamas on the floor. Shoes missing. Bedsheets torn aside and strewn around the room.

Horror.. was now feeling his namesake, as he yelled at the others to hurry up. He ran as fast as he could to the medicine cabinet, grabbing every single monster candy they had and a few bandages, stuffing them inside his coat pocket.

He began to dash back out, before running into Cross. He almost knocked the oreo-looking skeleton over, quickly apologizing before trying to run again.

He felt a light pressure on his arm, and turned to Cross.“..You're never this upset, big guy. Tell me what's wrong, and take a deep breath, okay?..”

Horror felt a little relief, and sighed, explaining how broken Nightmare had sounded on the call....

and the fact that Dream's room was a mess, the small space no longer holding the small positivity guardian. Cross went silent at that, eye lights searching Horror’s face, concern and mild fear in them.“..Killer, Dust, hurry up. This could be something related to Dream. He's not in his room.”

Killer and Dust immediately picked up their pace, albeit not very much. Horror grimaced. “..I've got the candies. Grab some bandages and meet me out there.” Despite knowing he already had a few, he knew that he needed to prepare.

He ran out the door, eventually hearing the river rushing...

..and Nightmare yelling Dream's name. Oh, dear stars, his fears were true and Dream was hurt, he was hurt, Horror had a right to worry and maybe he would never even see that little smile ever again and yes that struck him harder than any blow he'd ever taken even from Undyne-

“HORROR! HERE, QUICK!!” Nightmare's dread filled voice cut Horror out of his panic attack as he ran over to look at Dream. Upon seeing how soaked, and shivering and cold the poor thing looked, he texted Killer ‘bring a towel.’

“Boss, tell me, is he hurt, how low is his HP, and how long has he been like this?!”

Nightmare took a deep breath before responding.

“He's got a severe fracture on his ribs and spine, I've been keeping him from dusting, he's at 1, and..”

Nightmare trailed off. Horror caught from the guilt on Nightmare's face, that Nightmare had not been here when Dream had fallen in. “..I brought bandages.” Horror mumbled before gently lifting the small bittybones’ shirt and taking a better look at the broken bones.

Oh.

Oh stars.

Oh stars oh stars oh stars oh stars-

“..Horror?..”

Dream was really hurt this bad? This could've killed him, he should've come sooner-“

..Horror, you're pulling at your socket, you're spacing out.”

And all that guilt came crashing down on Horror as he stared, filled with his namesake, at the bloody fracture.

“-Horror!”

He blinked as Nightmare waved his hand in front of Horror's face. He gently removed his fingers from the side of his face, feeling the sore pain of his soft eyesocket. “..We need to focus on Dream right now.”

Horror sighed and began to carefully wrap the bandages around the tiny bones, minding when Dream let out a water-filled pained cry through his unconsciousness, muffled through Nightmare's hoodie.

He turned Dream onto his back, popping a candy in his mouth before leaning back and attempting to take a deep breath.

That failed.

As did the next attempt.

He spaced out on the dark, cloudy sky, beginning to hyperventilate. He pulled his skull down in between his knees, barely holding back tears.

He stayed like that.

Maybe Horror believed that it was too late.

~~~

Horror still layed, spaced out in his bed, staring at the ceiling.

Killer, Dust, and Cross had arrived, and they had gotten Dream back to the castle. All Horror could see was that frail, injured, tiny, shaking, cold, wet body. Did what he feel count as feeling traumatized?

He didn't register the hand waving in front of his face.

He, of course, didn't register the voice saying his name.

Until it got louder, of course.

That hurt his already aching skull, as he went to groan and hold his head, he felt cold tears.

Had he been crying?

He hadn't noticed..

His senses slowly flooded back, and he registered Killer's half-gloved hand waving in front of his eyesockets.He turned his head, to see.. Killer was worried? He didn't have enough strength to register what Killer was saying, until it hit a quiet, shaking level of worry.

“..Horror..? ..You okay?.. You're k-kinda scarin’ me..”

He shook his head and everything flooded back.

“Oh.. oh yeah.. yeah, I'm okay.”

Okay or not, he felt an aching feeling pulling down his soul like blue magic. Fear. Doubt. Guilt?

He waved Killer away.

“..You should try to get some more sleep. It's 3:37.”

“Ah- y-yeah- of course-..”

Horror turned to the wall, trying to begin spacing out again.

But he noticed that Killer.. never actually left?

He looked back, seeing Killer hesitate

.“..We’re both worried, Killer. You should go to Nightmare. I think Cross is doing first watch on Dream tonight.”

Killer was silent, as he nodded stiffly and left the room.After a while, Horror's eyesockets shut.He had fallen asleep.

But that nagging guilt still tugged.

~~~

Dream was tired. He could make out that much. He felt the pain. He felt the cold, until someone had wrapped him up. Someone had given him candy.. and bandaged him?His head still ached more than anything. Hadn't they fixed it? Or maybe that was the adrenaline in his soul wearing off.

From all he knew, he had hit the bottom of the river. He had passed out after.. Nightmare saved him? Was it Nighty?

He really didn't know right now..

He wanted Nighty now.

He wanted to hold his goopy tentacle. Dream knew that Nighty was not near. From what little awareness he had, Crossy was with him.

He wanted to wake up.

Yes, that was what Dream wanted!

He needed to get up! And apologize!

After all, it was pretty early.

Or maybe that was just his head aching that convinced him of the time.. it could be the middle of the day for all Dream could know..

Eventually, Crossy swapped for Rory.

He wanted a hug from Rory.

Dream was in pain again.Like when he lost his tooth, but a billion times worse..

Okay, maybe he was overreacting.

Even a child could tell that much.

---

It's mine and a few others' headcanon that Horror pulls on his socket when he's nervous! :3

I accidentally cut off the last few sentences, but I'll pop them into the next chapter <3

merry christmas everybody!!!

#tw drowning #tw blood mention #tw trauma #one small dream #osd #tw child trauma

[thecringemachine]

Kai Gives Jay Some Attention

I'm dooooooooone!

Requested by @skylolasaysstuffsblog (check their blog out they're amazing :>)

Here's ur meal :>

Kai walked down the hall, about to go into his room, when he heard a familiar whine.

“Kaaaaaai, pay attention to meeeeeeeee.” Jay whined. Kai ran his hand over his face and groaned. Jay had been following him around all day, and just when Kai thought he’d finally shaken him off, Jay was back by his side.

“Jay, for the last time, leave me alone.” He glanced at the blue ninja who was making grabby-hands at him and latched onto his arm. Kai groaned and pulled his arm away.

“Ugh, Jay, why are you so clingy?” He asked in an irritated tone. Jay made puppy-eyes at him, but he just turned around and strode off. Jay harrumphed and followed. Kai didn’t know what his problem was. Why him? Why now?

“Why don’t you go bother Cole or something?” he asked angrily, voicing his thoughts. Jay crossed his arms.

“Because Cole isn’t here, he’s out somewhere with Lloyd or something (A/N: no ship), and you’re not doing anything.” He whined. “Why won’t you pay any attention to me?” He pouted. Kai looked down at him and groaned. He didn’t answer and stormed into his room, hoping Jay wouldn’t follow him in there, but he did.

“Kai!” Jay pouted again. Kai, who had sat down on his bed groaned and ran his hand over his face. He sat up and threw his hands up.

“You know what, Jay? If you want attention I’ll be happy to give it to you!” And with that, he jumped on Jay, tackling him to the ground. Jay yelped and squirmed to get free as Kai pinned him down.

“AH! KAI! Let me go!” he whined. Kai laughed dryly.

“Why? Don’t you want attention?” He asked teasingly before reaching down and squeezing Jay’s hips. Jay squeaked and giggled with breathless nervousness.

“Eep! Heheheh! Kai, what are you doing?” Jay asked nervously. Kai smirked at him.

“I’m just being a good big brother and giving you attention!” he replied, feigning exasperation, “That’s what you wanted, right?” Oh, Jay was so in for it. He saw the dangerous gleam in Kai’s eyes and felt nervous giggles bubbling in his throat. He did his best to stop them, but they slipped out anyway and Kai grinned mischievously.

“See? You’re loving this already!” He continued, spreading his arms out enthusiastically before bringing them back down. He gave Jay one more mischievous look before he dug his fingers into the blue ninja’s ribs. Jay screamed and instantly started laughing. His arms snapped to his sides in a desperate attempt to protect his ribs. Kai stopped for a second, looking at Jay with an amused smile.

“Are you okay, buddy?” he asked with a chuckle. Jay gasped and nodded. Kai grinned wolfishly.

“Then I’ll continue.” he replied and started tracing one finger over Jay’s tummy. The master of lightning squeaked and giggled, trying to push Kai's hand away, but Kai just clicked his tongue and pinned Jay’s hands under his knees.

“That’s better.* He muttered and continued to tickle Jay’s tummy.

“KAHAHAI! STAHAHAP! PLEHEASE!” the blue ninja pleaded. Kai just smiled adoringly at him.

“Why? I’m giving you attention!” he replied, poking Jay’s tummy and cherishing the cute squeaks he made.

“Nohohot this- EEK! tyhyhype of att- EEK! attention!” he snapped back with a now high-pitched voice. Kai gave him a look of mock puzzlement.

“I didn’t know there were different types of attention! You should have been more specific.” He teased with a grin, running his hands up and down Jay’s sides before scribbling them all over his tummy. Kai had honestly hated Jay’s whining at him, but he couldn’t help but enjoy tickling the poor lightning ninja. That’s what he called payback!

“And besides,” he continued, his hands moving up and wiggling hard and fast under Jay’s arms and earning a squeal from the other ninja, “you really seem to be enjoying this. Look at you, laughing and squirming so happily.” Jay blushed deeply and turned his head away because, deep down, he knew Kai was right. He was enjoying this, but it didn’t mean he had to admit it.

“NOHOHO! I DOHO- AAAAAH! KAHAHAI!” Jay shrieked mid-sentence when Kai started massaging his fingers into the blue ninja’s thighs. Poor Jay couldn’t stand being tickled there, and he was soon screeching with laughter.

“KAHAHAHAI! PLEHEHEHEASE! NOT THEHEHERE!” He screamed. Kai noticed how hard Jay was laughing and slowed to a stop. He chuckled sheepishly and gently tickled Jay’s neck to help him calm down. Jay panted and giggled as he tried to regain his breath.

“Oh. . . gohosh. That wahahas tortuhuhure.” he said tiredly, batting at Kai’s hands. Kai grinned and just moved them down to Jay’s sides, wiggling his forefingers gently.

“Well, maybe I did go a little overboard.” he admitted casually. Jay glared at him through his giggles.

“A LITTLE?” his voice squeaked indignantly. Kai smirked and wiggled his fingers faster on Jay’s sides. The tired ninja squeaked and instantly backed down.

“Okay! Okahahay! You wihihin!” he pleaded, squirming desperately. Kai snorted and stopped, resting his hands on Jay’s tummy.

“Alright, fine, you drama queen!” he said in exasperation. Jay glared at him hesitantly.

“Who are you calling a drama queen, hot head?” he shot back. Kai shook his head.

“Oh, you’re in for it Jay!” he told him before squeezing Jay’s hips rapidly. Jay squealed and began laughing hard once more. He squirmed and pulled at his hands, trying to find some way to protect himself. Kai chuckled and, after another few minutes, stopped.

“I think that’s lesson enough.” he said thoughtfully. As if on cue, Cole walked and Lloyd walked by. Kai turned and waved at them as he got off of a tired Jay.

“Oh hey guys!” He picked the blue ninja up bridal style and carried him to the two. He placed him in a shocked and confused Cole’s arms and patted his head affectionately.

“He’s your clingy problem now!” Kai grinned jokingly as Jay glared at him. He didn’t actually mean it. He had loads of fun, but, to maintain his image, he walked away with a wave. Jay dropped the glare and snuggled close to Cole. Lloyd stifled a snigger and slipped away. Cole got over his shock and sighed at the blue ninja.

“Okay, let’s go.” he chuckled and carried Jay to his room for a cuddle session.

#ninjago tickles #ninjago fanfiction #Ler!Kai #Lee!Jay #happy

[simplee-dreaming]

The Getaway (Part 2)

A/N: Part 1 is here. Thank you to all of you who asked for a part two! This was a lot of fun to write!

Word count: 2315

Summary: You, Robin, Steve and Eddie travel back from the getaway but it's not an easy ride.

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“Robin, what the hell is taking so long?” Steve yelled up the stairs. 

“This bag is heavy!” A faint cry responded. 

“I’ll go,” you said, jogging up the stairs. 

“Be quick, we don’t want to drive in the dark!” Steve yelled after you. 

“YOU’RE NOT DRIVING!” You yelled back. As you entered yours and Robin’s room you found her lying face down on her suitcase. 

“Everything okay?” You asked. She groaned back at you and you giggled. 

“Come here,” you pulled her off the suitcase and into a hug. 

“I don’t want to go,” Robin mumbled into your shoulder. 

“I know baby, I don’t want to either.” 

You both pulled away from the hug and shared a quick kiss. Suddenly, you heard a chorus of yelps and screeches coming from downstairs. You and Robin looked at each other with your eyebrows raised. 

“Boys,” you both said in unison before picking up the suitcase and dragging it down the stairs. Unsurprisingly, at the bottom, you found Steve lying on top of a face-down Eddie with his fingers in Eddie’s armpits. 

“GIHIRLS HEHELP!” Eddie screeched. You both stood with your arms folded and giggled. 

“I think Steve’s got this,” you responded. 

“I DIHIDNT MEHEAN HI-AAAHH!” Eddie screamed as Steve kneaded his hands into Eddie’s sides. 

“What happened this time?” Robin asked. 

“He said I was a bad driver,” Steve responded, evoking an “oooh” from you and Robin. 

“”I’M SOHOHORRY!” Eddie cried, accidentally kicking his feet into Steve’s back. 

“Oi watch it!” Steve leant back and grabbed one of Eddie’s feet to hold in a lock under his arm. He scribbled his fingers across Eddie’s sole eliciting a very high-pitched scream which forced you and Robin to put your fingers in your ears. 

“Jesus Munson,” you yelled over the screaming. 

Robin decided to intervene before Eddie’s scream shattered the windows. She half-jogged over to Steve and shoved her hands under his arms. He instantly let go of Eddie’s foot and cursed loudly. 

“FUHUHUCK ROHOBIN NOHOHO!” 

“Someone had to stop you before you killed him,” Robin quickly massaged her fingers in his armpits and Steve cackled. 

“Ow! Could you torture him somewhere else?” Eddie exclaimed as Steve thrashed about whilst still sitting on his back. 

“I’m helping you! Show a little respect!” Robin snapped as she continued to torture Steve. He thrashed so much that he accidentally flung himself off of Eddie and onto the floor with a thud. 

“Ahhh, you son of a bitch,” Steve groaned, nursing his back as he sat up.

“You good, Harrington?” You asked, biting back a smile. 

“Yep. All good. Guess I deserved that.” 

“You’re gonna get even worse once I get my revenge,” Eddie warned. He went to lunge at Steve but Robin held him back. 

“Absolutely not. We need to get on the road now before it gets too dark.” 

It took a good 20 or so minutes to finish packing the car but once the boot was finally shut, you all turned to admire the house you had stayed in for the past week. 

“I don’t want to leave,” Robin said.

“Me neither,” you replied, squeezing her hand. 

“It was a great week,” Eddie said behind you. 

“Aww, Eddie’s getting soppy,” Steve teased. He yelped when Eddie tasered his side in response. 

“Right, Y/N. Chuck the keys over,” Steve said, holding out his hand. 

“What?” 

“Chuck the keys over.”

“Why?”

“Cause you drove all the way here so I’m going to drive all the way back.” 

“Steve, you don’t need to do that. I’m fine with driving.” 

“I know you are but you deserve a break. Plus, I want to prove to Eddie that I drive well.” 

“Alright, fine. But no messing about otherwise we’re switching.” 

You chucked the keys over and Steve caught them, winking at Eddie. 

“No messing about, do you hear me?” Steve teased Eddie who grimaced. 

He got into the driver’s seat with Eddie in the passenger seat, leaving you and Robin in the back. It was nice to be able to enjoy the car journey with her without worrying about the road. 

“Look Munson, I’ve put the key in the ignition and I’ve just turned it on,” Steve teased. Eddie rolled his eyes. 

“Look Munson, I’m switching on the lights cause it’s getting dark.” 

Eddie huffed.

“Look Munson, I’ve got my foot on the pedal and now I’m driving off.” 

“Shut up, Harrington,” Eddie folded his arms. 

“Look Munson, I’m using the steering wheel to keep us on the road.” 

“Shut the fuck up,” Eddie prodded Steve’s ribs. 

“Hey! Not whilst I’m driving…like the great driver I am,” Steve shrieked as Eddie dug his hand into his side. “Nonono wahait Muhunson!” 

“If you’re such a great driver, you can handle a bit of tickling,” Eddie teased, moving his hand up to taser Steve’s ribs. The car shook as Steve took one hand off the steering wheel to bat Eddie away. 

“Eddie! For God’s sake he’s driving!” You said sternly, reaching forward to pull Eddie’s hand away from Steve. 

“I didn’t get my revenge for earlier!” Eddie whined, going back to attack Steve’s tummy. Steve yelped loudly and slammed on the breaks which stopped Eddie’s attack. 

“You can’t do that whilst I’m driving!” Steve exclaimed. 

“I need revenge!” Eddie yelled before clawing at Steve’s tummy again. Steve cried out and squirmed under his seatbelt. 

“Guys stop it! The car is rolling backwards!” Robin yelled. Eddie stopped torturing Steve so Steve could slam on the breaks again, this time putting the handbrake on. 

“Right, that’s it. You two out,” Robin ordered, getting out of the car herself. 

“What did I do?!” Steve protested. 

“Nothing but Eddie clearly won’t stop tickling you so it’s unsafe for you to drive. So you two, backseat, now.” 

“But if we’re in the backseat then he’s just gonna torture me again!” 

“Nah, I can wait until we’re home,” Eddie winked. 

“I don’t care. Out. Now.” 

Robin’s stern voice made Eddie and Steve switch places with you and her. She got in the driver’s seat and you in the passenger seat. You turned around to face the boys. 

“You two better not attack each other back there. Robin needs to concentrate,” you warned. 

“Yes, ma’am,” they both mocked in unison. Robin took the handbrake off and started driving. You reached over to look at the cassettes. 

“Don’t you dare put on shitty music,” Eddie warned. 

“Or what?” 

Eddie leant forward and attacked your sides with both hands. You shrieked in surprise and thrashed in your seat. 

“NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEASE!” 

“Don’t. Put. On. Shitty. Music.” He squeezed your sides with every word. 

“I WOHOHON’T!” 

He stopped torturing you and let you put on a pop rock cassette which suited everyone’s tastes. 

“This is much bet-AHH!” Eddie yelped as Steve attacked his tummy. 

“This is for tickling me whilst driving!” Steve fluttered one hand in Eddie’s neck whilst the other rapidly squeezed his thigh. Eddie screamed and kicked the back of your seat. 

“Guys! We can’t hear the music!” You yelled over their screaming. Steve refused to stop as he continued tickling Eddie’s neck and thighs. 

Eddie cried out in laughter as he violently kicked the back of your seat. 

“Quit it, Steve!” You said as soon as Eddie fell into silent laughter. “Robin needs to concentrate.” 

Steve stopped but glared at you. 

“He started it.” 

“No, you did.” 

“No, he did. When he said I was a bad driver.” 

“Yeah, and you got him back for that.” 

“But then he tickled me whilst I was driving.” 

“Yeah, but you provoked him.” 

“I absolutely did no-AAAH!” Steve screamed as Eddie grabbed hold of his thighs and started squeezing. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake. Eddie stop!” 

“He got me first!” Eddie kneaded his fingers into Steve’s thighs which made Steve thrash, kicking the back of Robin’s seat. Robin slammed on the breaks which forced Eddie to stop. 

“Cut it out now! I cannot concentrate on driving with you kicking my seat, Steve!” She exclaimed.

“I can’t help it! Munson was torturing me!” 

“You tortured me first!” Eddie responded. 

“For the love of god. Eddie, switch seats with me,” you ordered. 

“What?! No! Why should I move? Steve got me first!” 

“Fine. Steve, you switch seats with me.” 

“Absolutely not!” 

“One of you switch with me now or so help me God I’m going to get in the back between the pair of you,” you said, sternly. The boys stayed quiet.

“Right, if that’s how you want to play,” You got out of the car and opened the back door, climbing over Eddie and settling between them. 

“Hey girl, how’s it going?” Eddie teased, nudging your shoulder as you were practically sitting on his lap.

“Y/N, you better make them behave or I’m making you all walk,” Robin warned. You saluted at her which made her giggle. She released the handbrake and carried on driving. 

“Well this is…cosy…” you said, sandwiched in between the boys.

“Yep…not uncomfortable at all,” Steve replied. The three of you groaned in unison as Robin drove over a bump. 

“Oops, sorry. Didn’t see that one,” she apologised. 

“Eddie, will you sit still?” You moaned as Eddie twitched in his seat. 

“But I’m bored,” he readjusted himself and accidentally elbowed you in the process.

“Hey! Watch it!” You nursed your side. A grin slowly appeared on Eddie’s face. 

“What?” You asked.

He pinched your side and you jumped slightly. 

“Oh no, don’t even think about it…” 

Eddie smirked evilly and prodded your side again. 

“Munson, don’t. Or she’s going to end up on my lap,” Steve protested as you jumped again. 

“Well take care of your side and she won’t be able to jump anywhere,” Eddie rapidly squeezed your side and you shrieked, falling into Steve. Steve started attacking your ribs on the other side and you frantically swayed between the two of them. 

“GUHUHUYS STOHOHOP!” You cackled, wrapping your arms around yourself for protection. 

“You asked for this, Y/N,” Eddie kept one hand on your side and used the other to snake around your tummy. 

“I DIHID NOHOT!” 

“You kinda did. What did you think was going to happen if you sat in between us?” Steve asked, joining Eddie in clawing at your tummy. Robin giggled in the driver’s seat as your adorable shrieks filled the car. 

One of Steve’s hands had found its way under your arm. You let out a shrill scream as you slammed your arm down as hard as you could. Eddie made matters worse when he started drilling into your hips. You brought your legs up to your chest and fell as far down the seat as the seatbelt let you. 

“PLEHEHEASE!” You pleaded, loudly. Both boys laughed evilly and doubled the pace of their hands. Your leg accidentally flew out and kicked Robin’s shoulder. 

“Whoa whoa whoa, this is getting dangerous now,” Robin said, slowly stopping the car. 

“One sec, we’ve not finished our revenge yet,” Eddie said just before he bent down to blow a raspberry in your neck. You were trapped between them and couldn’t physically move under their tickling fingers. Eddie was torturing your side and hip whilst nuzzling into your neck and Steve had control over your ribs and tummy. It was agony. You quickly fell into a silent laughter, occasionally letting out wheezes of air. Eddie and Steve decided it was time to stop torturing you, leaving you slumped against the car seat drawing in as much oxygen as possible. 

“You okay?” Eddie asked, stroking your head.

“I…hate…you..both…” 

“No you don’t,” Steve and Eddie chuckled in unison. 

“This seating plan isn’t going to work either,” Robin said, looking sympathetically at your defeated state. 

“Right, I’ll drive,” Steve opened his door. 

“Absolutely not, I don’t trust Eddie to not mess with you. Besides, Eddie is the only one who hasn’t driven yet this holiday so it’s only fair he has a go,” Robin replied. 

“Oh but I hate driving!” Eddie whined. 

“We all do. But quit your whining and get behind the wheel.” 

“Make me.” 

You finally regained enough strength to claw at Eddie’s sensitive tummy. He squealed loudly and kicked Robin’s seat. 

“OHOKAY OHOKAY!” You stopped attacking him so he could get out of the car. Robin shuffled over to the passenger seat and you slid over to where Eddie was sitting. Steve remained in his seat, now sat behind Robin. 

“Right, can we cope with this seating arrangement?” Robin asked. Everyone nodded. Eddie started the car and drove off. 

“I will get my revenge though, Munson,” you warned. He looked at you through the rear-view mirror and winked. You decided not to poke him there and then out of fear of being scolded by Robin. So, you decided to tweak Robin’s side instead.

“Hey!” Robin squeaked, turning to you. 

“You haven’t had a proper attack yet!” You squeezed her side again. She swatted your hand away but you kept returning to taser her ribs and side. 

“Steheve make her stohop!” Robin giggled. 

“Yeah Y/N, I need to concentrate on driving!” Eddie teased. You quickly poked his side before going back to Robin. 

“If I’m not allowed to tickle my boy then you’re not allowed to tickle your girl,” Steve wiggled his fingers in your open armpit and you retracted your arm instantly. 

“Wahait! Ohokay! I’m sohorry!” You cried, twisting away from Steve. He removed his hand and you started giggling again. 

“I’m not touching you!” Steve exclaimed.

“I know, I just can’t believe it’s taken 3 seat changes for everyone to finally settle,” you giggled. Robin, Steve and Eddie all burst into laughter with you. 

“What a bunch of losers,” Robin laughed. 

“I think you mean tickle freaks,” Eddie responded, which made you all laugh harder. 

It wasn’t long until you finally reached home but the rest of your journey was spent planning your next perfect getaway.

#tickle fic #stranger things tickle fic #switch!steve harrington #switch!eddie munson #switch!robin buckley #switch!reader

[chenyann]

Listen to the silence!!

|°Rumor:Jamil works so hard but you seem to be able to drag him away from planning kalims 2022 Christmas party! |°Rumor warning:fluff, gn!reader,sfw,overused words(?), Grammer/spelling errors,this was written at 10pm last night....It's 7am the next day. |°Keys:1,527 |°Ads: I'm so sorry if this is ooc it was rushed and I really wanted to get this one done bc I found it so cute;;I love Jamil but I can never fully write his character because he is just so rahhhh.[Event list here!]

Take a moment to imagine alone time with Jamil. Something this man hardly has, imagine how he would make a snarky comment but still lay beside you, imagine how close he is, how you can feel his hair tickle your fingers and cheek, how his breath is fanning your ear.

Jamil never has a moment's peace; no matter what time of the day he is always busy with something and today he was especially busy because kalim had asked jamil if he could hold a christmas party tomorrow. Jamil would have denied it, but he knew kalim would keep asking. With that said, you were very unsure if you should tell him to take a break. I mean– you did really want to and you knew he needed it. But then again you didn't want to disturb him and give him a sour attitude by mistake. Now look at him, with darkness under his eyes and his battery at five percent. He was hardly even there, he would space out and always was seen with a coffee or something that can give him energy- It was strange!!! Nobody ever saw Jamil like that before so it took the school by shock when they caught him dozing off in the middle of conversation.

“Hey Jamil…..” you were testing the waters to see if he was in a bad mood, Jamil who was sitting in the lounge was scribbling things down on lots of papers. Just standing there awkwardly you waited for him to answer, “Jamil?” No answer.. You took it upon yourself to just tap his shoulder instead of trying to talk to him. 

“Oh y/n, what are you doing here?” he asked, hardly taking his eyes off the paper. “I was wondering if you wanted to hang out. You seem like you need a break!” Jamil let out a long sigh, “I'm sorry y/n but I'm bus-” before he could finish his sentence kalim chimed in: “That's a great idea y/n!!” 

Jamil felt a headache coming when he heard kalim, “Kalim there is far too much to do for the party.” kalim sat there for a moment and began to think, “But you've been working too hard Jamil! How about I finish up for you!” The white haired boy was practically beaming at this point, meanwhile the black haired one tried to think of something to keep kalim away from his hard work. But he stopped when he realized it would end up useless. Kalim would always do as he pleased no matter what Jamil said, like when he tried to give Jamil a pet tiger on his birthday or the time Jamil told kalim he can't invite the music club to a asim family meeting. All those times ended up useless. “Fine.” Jamil said reluctantly, ``you were quite surprised when Jamil grabbed your hand and started taking you somewhere.

                                    [Jamil's room 1:56pm]

You just sat there.  Is he mad at me? You thought to yourself. Jamil hadn't spoken to you once this whole time, you felt pretty upset since you wanted to hang out but here he was sitting at the desk filling our more papers. You thought he was much kinder to you as-of-late and he would try to make conversation with you in the class or halls maybe even at  parties that you always seem to be invited to. But no, he still is the same distant Jamil viper. Or that's what you think: Jamil is a lair if he says he doesn't wanna talk to you, because he sure as hell does. (But he is rather busy at the moment so you have to wait) He actually likes talking to you, the way you say the most random yet enduring things makes his smile on the inside. He liked it when you were around him because it make him feel all happy on the inside even though you give him grey hairs from the dumb stuff you do. You can even go as far as to say he cares about you. Alot. But what was the strange feeling he felt now? It felt like an arrow just flew into him, it wasn't painful. No. It actually felt really nice. What was this feeling?

His feelings fell into shades of reds, violets, blues and yellows. But, he didn't want them– he tried to blow away from how he felt about you. But every time he blows them away like the winter wind it always seems to come back. Some called it puppy love, that kiddy hope for love that lots of children outgrew with time– but Jamil? No. Oh no, Jamil never got to experience that as a kid. So this was a foreign feeling to him. It made him wonder why a feeling danced its way to his heart when you were around and how he would subtly take care of your health or worry for you. What was that funny feeling when yall locked eyes? That same feeling returned for its encore when you had asked him a question, a phrase so simple yet so complex at the same time. “Do you wanna take a nap? With me that is.”

How was he meant to reply? Would he really stoop so low? Do you think he would fall for those glorious eyes you have? Yes. Yes he did, he fell for it all. You held such sincerity in your tone he didn't know what he wanted to do, for a moment he just looked at you with blank eyes. When he came to his senses he didn't say anything, all he did was walk over to the bed and look down at you. “.........” Silence filled the room as your thoughts began to race, “why is he just standing there????” ……….….… ………….“jamil?” You muttered, he just kept staring at you and it was creepy- well not exactly creepy just uncomfortable because it looked more like a glare. Finally he stopped staring and moved, in fact he only moved closer. You felt your face warm up with the sudden close proximity. 

Thump! 

      Next thing you know he was in your grasp, turns out Jamil moved too fast and fell, likely from the lack of sleep he was getting.  Now here you are, having Jamil in a holding position trying to keep him from leaving. “Y/N LET GO OF ME!?” Jamil screeched, “NO!? JAMIL YOU NEED TO REST!” you yelled back keeping the same energy, Jamil kept thrashing around and you kept holding him. There were some close calls when yall almost fell head first on the floor but you managed, Jamil though was fighting for his life like a rabid animal– yes after sometime he calmed down but it was still hard to make him stop moving! When he stopped moving you began your process of helping him relax.

Your hold felt like he had been graced by a warm patch of sun on a cold day. (Completely different from the choke hold ten minutes ago) It almost felt reassuring. How you whispered words of affirmation and praise in his ears, letting them rock around his head. He was praised alot so it normally wouldn't matter to him– he grew accustomed to not taking the words of others too seriously. But your words were different, your words were filled with thousands of different spices. With you, Jamil could be himself. Your words made ripples in his ocean of thoughts and caused a disturbance; it wasn't an unwanted disturbance– in fact it was welcomed with open arms! For a moment he wanted to praise you as well, he wanted to tell you how courageous you are, how much of a help you are. He wanted to explain how much he appreciates you.

Yet he stayed quiet. He didn't mutter a single word, letting the silence engulf yall two on the bed. He laid there completely devoted to relaxing, but how could he when he is so close to you, he can hear the soft thumps of your heart and your soft breathing. He continued to listen to your heart, his ears left no room for any other noise.

“Maybe just this once I can be selfish..” He mumbled just above a whisper, it took you by surprise– to hear him voice his idle thoughts like that; normally he would let them sit in the corners of his mind but just now he sat them upon the pedestal for all peering eyes to see. You hummed, letting the vibrations catch up to his ears. You saw how he turned his face away when it finally caught up to him. But you paid no mind, you took off his hair tie and slowly untied his braids. He slowly tried to raise his head up to give you a questioning look but before he could you started messaging his scalp. (You can't tell me he wouldn't like it bc he would)  He rested his head back on your torso as you started playing with his hair, rubbing his scalp and loosely rebraiding some strands, slowly but surely he fell asleep in your hold.

#jamil viper #jamil x reader #jamil viper x reader #twst x reader #disney twst #twst imagines #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst fanfic #twst oneshot #twst

[michverdun]

Improper Spell Confessional

I plopped myself down in the cold metal chair and shut the door behind me, leaving me in darkness. I hated going to the Improper Spell Confessional, mostly just because it was way too catholic for my tastes, but it sure as hell beat getting investigators busting down my door next week.

 I heard a very familiar clacking of heels before the creaking of another chair, signaling that  someone had sat on the other side. From the sounds it was probably Cheryl, who usually worked nights that I was confessing.

“Hey Cheryl, do you mind if we skip the formalities so that I can just get into it?” I said to the person on the other side of the wooden wall.

 Cheryl scoffed. “Sure, Carson. This better be good.”

With that, I told her about the whole reason I was here: a spell that worked too well.

So, I didn’t really have many friends when I was kid, except for this one weird guy, his name is Dustin.  We met in middle school, and became best friends from then on. In high school I fully started to work with magic, but I never told him because I like keeping my secrets. Plus there’s so much bullshit with telling people about magic, I didn’t bother. We stayed close throughout college, and we even came out to each other, which only fueled the fires of my crush. After college we drifted apart, but he never stopped being my friend.

A couple of years later I texted him on a whim too see if he still remembered me, and we immediately started hanging out again. He mentioned how he was getting into working out (he had always talked about getting buff) but that he was  disappointed with his lack of results even after eating right and hiring a personal trainer. I know he was doing everything right, but it seemed like his whole body just rejected the idea of adding muscle for some reason. 

We were drinking one night and he mentioned how he just wanted to drop the whole thing. So, I mentioned that I could do magic, demonstrated (Before you ask, I just lit a paper on fire from across the room, I didn’t hurt anyone) and that I might be able to help. I thought at most I could bump him up over this plateau, probably adding like 10-15 pounds of muscle at most.

Later, I set up the spell that I found in the gym that he worked out at. He was good friends with the owner, so he got in even though it was closed for the night. I blocked all the cameras and set up the spell. It went off without a hitch, but I got carried away and now he’s so big that it will cause suspicion. He’s also passed out on my couch, but I expected that even with the normal spell.

“did any symbols appear? and where did you get this spell?” Cheryl asked.

“I  found it online somewhere ,but I checked the methods and they were sound.” I said before she could reprimand me about using random online spells. “Anyway, the only thing that showed up was a triangle intersecting a circle, so a fairly basic spell.”

“Hmm.” Cheryl said as I heard scribbling. “ Do you have any more details about anything that happened during the spell?”

Of  course I had details. When it started he cried out in pain, and I  almost stopped the whole thing, until his cries turned to moans and grunts, and I could see it happen. Every muscle on his body slowly bulged out, as if they were being inflated, but they were filling with mass. I watched as his pecs heaved with every breath he took, pushing out further and further. He lifted his arms up into a double biceps pose and hie arms clearly outsized my own head, with the peaks still growing. I could hear his skin stretch and his muscles grow, it was a sound I can’t even describe. His eyes glazed over as his cock grew too, bulging in his underwear, threatening to tear it off. He bucked mindlessly, overtaken by a rush of hormones and magic as his eyes glowed a bright orange. It was then that i realized how big he was getting. I moved to stop the spell but before I could a large pair of hands grabbed my wrists.

“Why are you stopping it? Did I do something wrong? Is it hurting you?” He said.

I started to explain but then I saw his eyes and even though they were filled with magic he was still so concerned about me. I just confessed right there and begged him to kiss me. Before I could say any more I was pulled into a deep kiss by him, as if he also was holding back this whole time. I felt his lats grow wider and wider as  the spell only continued. Finally, he whispered “I love you” to me as he broke the kiss, and eventually the spell stopped on its own. I didn’t say any of this out loud to Cheryl. No fucking way.

“I was going to stop it early, but he..uh... kissed me and I forgot to.” I mentioned as my only detail. “Also, I felt a weird, like, pressure in my chest halfway through the spell?”

“Okay, you mentioned trying for around 15 pounds, Just how big did he get?” Cheryl asked. I heard her furiously writing on her clipboard.

“Well, before he was around 5′8 ,172 pounds, 15 inch biceps, and a 6 inch dick.” I replied

“I didn’t need to know that last on-”

“And after he was 5′11, 383 pounds, 28 inch biceps, and a 12 inch dick.”

I heard a gasp and the sound of a pencil and clipboard hitting the floor. Cheryl scrambled to pick them all up.

“Well  then,” Cheryl said as she opened up a slot in the wall between us and  passed through a bottle of perfume and a couple of brochures, “The  Hidden World of Magic” (A classic “wtf wizards are real!?” brochure) and  “Sorcery and You: Emotions as a Magical Power Source”.

“That’s Charisma Cologne. Spray it on yourself and him once a day for a week and  whatever idiotic excuse you two make up for why he’s so big will take hold.” Cheryl said.

I looked in the bottle and saw a small piece of paper with some tiny writing rolled up in the bottom of the liquid . Dammit, they attuned it to the specific issue at hand. No using it to trick the cops.

“The first brochure is for your friend, the second is for you. You probably overcharged the spell with your... feelings for him after already using normal magic. Still, its very impressive that you were able to do so much with such a small spell. How long have you known you were a Sorcerer?” Cheryl said.

“Like 5 seconds. Soooo, no community service? And no memory wipe?” I asked.

“No. thankfully, you didn’t hurt anyone, and we don’t require community service for being horny. As for your friend, he probably has so much magic running through him that he would classify as a Magical Creature. It would be too much of a hassle.”

“Sweet! Thanks Cheryl!” I said as I stuffed the items in my pockets and opened the door.

“Have a nice night!” Cheryl replied in perfect customer service tone as I left.

As  I shut the door I found myself in what looked like a normal Catholic Church, which, again, still weirded me out. I immediately called Dustin, as he should be waking up around now. He picked up.

“Mmmm... How big did I get?” Dustin said, obviously having just woken up. His voice was deeper than before.

“I don’t know, check for yourself.”

“Wha-FUCK,” I heard the sound him probably falling off the couch. “Goddamn!”

I just laughed. “I’ll be back in a minute.” I said as I ended the call and headed out the door of the church.

Now Cheryl was right. I would be having a nice night. In fact, this might be the best night of my life.

#muscle morph #muscle fiction #if you saw an eariler version of this no you didnt #I needed to edit it so i deleted it #I might do some longer stories so be on the lookout

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#valentine's day prompts

The letter

She had been staring a hole in the ceiling for hours now, sleep evading her despite the stillness and the dark that she had convinced herself was oh so inviting.

She rolled to her side, facing the man beside her. Castle had been sound asleep for hours now. His gentle breaths against her shoulder had evened out and turned into soft little snores as he drifted into his carefree slumber.

She'd bet he already had her gift. He had probably planned it out weeks ago, kept it tucked away somewhere safe for days now.

He was so good at this... at the heartfelt stuff.

It'd be easy for him to splash an undisclosed amount of cash on chocolates and roses and a fancy dinner. Easy for him to pick out the prettiest diamond bracelet or a sparkly pair of earrings, tie a bow to the box and call it a day. But they had agreed to none of that. Something heartfelt, they had agreed.

She knew he had suggested that for her benefit. She didn't have the money to compete - and, yes, she would inevitably compare whatever gift she had received to whatever she had managed to get him. He was doing her a favour, bypassing his usual excitement for this holiday.

Because she wasn't quite as good at this... the heartfelt stuff.

With a huff, she tossed the blanket off of her body and pulled herself from the comfort of his bed. Unless she wanted to be rushing to the shops to buy a very last minute gift, she only had today to figure this out.

She grabbed her robe, slipped into it as she plodded toward his study and sat down at his desk. She turned on the desk lamp, looking back over to the bedroom to make sure the light hadn't disturbed Castle.

Once satisfied that he wouldn't wake, she pulled a pad of paper and a pen from his drawer so that she could begin brainstorming ideas.

The pen hovered millimetres from the paper; nothing. It was as if her mind had been drained, not a single idea sparked. Seconds passed, turned into minutes. Slow, painful minutes of nothing.

She dropped the pen, frustrated, pulled herself out from behind the desk and paced toward the kitchen to make herself a tea. Something, anything, to keep her hands busy while she tried to get her brain to work.

When she returned to the study with her tea, she sat back at the desk and took a long, steadying breath.

"You can do this," she whispered the encouragement to herself. "Just... write something."

She wondered how many times this room had heard those word muttered, absorbed them into its walls, as Castle typed out yet another bestseller.

Perhaps she could write him a story: the story of them. He had always respected her impressive vocabulary and grammatical knowledge and, being a writer, he appreciated the value of the written word more than most.

She shook her head, shook off that idea. The last thing either of them needed was a reminder of the missteps they had taken in order to be where they were today.

A letter, maybe? Still words, still her appreciation of his art.

She took a swig of her tea before returning to the abandoned pen. The idea was inspired. With a newfound enthusiasm, she began to scribble words on the paper.

To my love,

That was it.

That's all that came.

Her mind was blank again.

She discarded the pen again, grabbing her cup of tea and leaning back into the chair. Maybe the middle of the night wasn't the best time to be trying to spark creativity - but she would persist.

An hour and two more cups of tea later, she sat curled up in the office chair. She hugged her knees to her chest, resting her head on her forearms, using the little energy she had to keep her eyes open.

It was time to give up, to go back to bed and hope she wouldn't regret this wasted hour while at work later.

She released the hold around her legs and they dropped to the floor. She stood, yawned and stretched before picking up her half empty cup and slowly shuffling toward the kitchen. She tipped the remnants of her third tea down the sink, washing the cup and placing it on the rack to dry.

As she finished up and started to walk back to the office, she saw Castle standing at his desk.

Filled with a sudden jolt of energy, she ran toward him, but it was too late. He picked up the notepad, sleepy eyes examining the page.

She opened her mouth to tell him not to look, but stopped before any words came out. There was no point; she'd managed to jot down a whole two words in the time she had been working on it. He had, undoubtedly, seen everything there was to see: which was not much.

"Did I wake you?" she asked, standing at the door.

"What's this?"

"I was trying to write you a letter," she explained, walking toward him. "For Valentine's Day."

He looked back to the paper in his hands, smirking.

"All it says is cute butt."

She felt the flush of heat rushing to her cheeks. So much for impressing him with her vocabulary.

"It's concise," he noted. The notepad dropped to the desk with a light thud.

She shrugged. "It's a rough draft-"

"I love it," he cut her off, not wanting to leave an opportunity for doubt to creep in.

"Well, I mean it. From the bottom of my heart," she pledged, with a hand to her chest and a bright smile on her face.

He walked around his desk, arms open and welcoming.

"I'll get you something else," she promised as she stepped into his embrace, resting her head against his chest as his hands soothed up and down her back.

"Are you kidding? I'm getting this framed so that it can hang on the wall."

She laughed, but appreciated his reassurances.

"Well, in that case..."

She pulled herself from his arms, reaching over the desk to grab her letter. She grabbed the pen, scrawled a few more words and embellished the note with a love heart.

When she stood by his side again, taking his hand in hers, he tilted his head to read her addition:

Yours,

Without exception, on every occasion, always.

Kate xx

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The Last Name - Chapter Eleven

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Summary: There’s one more name from the past bouncing around Bucky’s head. One more scribble ripped from the pages of Steve’s old book. One more person to make amends with. Except this one is different: he can’t remember doing anything wrong. No murdering or enabling of evil plans. No threats or political conquests. In fact, Bucky can’t remember much of her at all.

Warnings: heavy violence and injuries, the Winter Soldier (assassinations), swearing, r is in a bad place mentally

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Hi! Just wanted to emphasise that there is a lot of violence in this chapter (still canon-level though) and r does end up in quite a dark place - please stop reading if you feel too uncomfortable! (this chapter isn't even that critical to the story and i could give a summary if anyone wanted <3) Also there's a line inspired by one in the Heptameron collection by Marguerite de Navarre :)

Somewhere in Czechia, 2004:

He was there, being stuffed into the back of a four-by-four like a ragdoll by three men, two others standing guard with rifles in hand.

An injection pressed to his neck. She wailed.

They aimed them at her as soon as they heard her, but she ran towards them anyway, only half-heartedly ducking as the firing started. One bullet grazed her thigh briefly and she stumbled, tripping over her feet and landing face-first in the dirt. Screaming like a small child in frustration, she heaved herself up and ran again.

Launching the only knife she had in her possession, an ornate thing nestled at the small of her back, too pretty to be used as she needed, patterns on the handle beautiful and twining just like the flora she’d collected that morning. It lodged in the tyre of a retreating four-by-four, immediately getting crumpled and spat out again as if it were made of plastic.

"Shit," she muttered.

The car slowed, but didn’t stop. God, she needed some real fucking weapons.

She ran back inside, scanning the wooden floor for Bucky’s black duffel bag she’d stolen from the flat. Unzipping, there was a crossbow, matte black and sleek. She grabbed it straight away along with a handful of arrows, turning to make her way back. But sat right at the bottom of the bag: a four foot rifle, gleaming and sharp. She froze for a second, and then swung it over her shoulder. Her shaking hands appeared dreamlike to her own eyes, but she marched straight out of the shack anyway.

Six arrows later and all the cars were immobilised. She advanced still.

They were much further away now, at the other end of the vast fields, but she took her time. Luxuriating in her skill and accuracy, men spilled from the cars, one by one, melting to the ground, clutching their wounds. She went for the lower body only, occasionally a crotch. Just for fun. After all, she had every right to be angry.

They only seemed to keep coming, though, and as she got closer, her advantage dwindled, the crops offering no cover, no reprieve. The shots came closer, and she had to keep tumbling to the ground, and some mud got into her eye, and she couldn’t really see where the bullets were coming from anymore. She tried to keep using the crossbow, she really did, she swore she did. But then another four-by-four arrived, speeding towards the stationary ones, and she could see some of the men preparing to drag Bucky away, and she couldn’t. She couldn’t let him go. She just couldn’t.

A bullet grazed her shoulder, another chink in her armour, and that was it. She fell to her knees, screaming as she crumpled, dropping the crossbow and gripping the gun in both hands, holding it firm against her injured shoulder and opening fire on the approaching car until it span out of control and crashed hard into a ditch. Gasping, she stood slowly, her arms feeling too weak to hold the gun up but doing it anyway, sequentially picking off the men trying to drag Bucky away, her shots sure despite her quivering, wincing as he was dropped to the floor, her throat still whining and warbling of its own command. On each ragged exhale she killed another man, aiming at anyone that wasn’t Bucky, a crazed war-cry crawling out of her mouth with each fallen body. Nearly there. She was nearly with him.

She didn’t even think about being surrounded, didn’t even think about more cars showing up, couldn’t really hear anything apart from the gun and her voice and a strong ringing like a fire alarm. Suddenly an arm was around her neck and a sharp edge was against her chest.

An American accent, jarring and crass: “I think you dropped something.”

She looked down to see her own knife, formed straight again, warm and beautiful and glowing in the morning sun. It sunk into her body before she could struggle and her head fell back, her body deflating, and the last thing she saw was the warm sky, fluffy clouds littered all across.

Another voice. A different accent. “Rumlow, what are you doing? I thought you wanted to bring her.”

“No, she’s of no use,” his voice was loud above her head. “I doubt she could survive the serum. She seems like a crazy bitch anyway. I don't even think the Red Room would want her.”

She heard the creak of metal and then the roar of an engine. A tear spilled onto the earth as her love was carried away.

***

When she woke up, it was dark, and for a moment she forgot what happened. It came to her as the pain hit and she wept into the silence, her sobs echoing around the field.

“Oh no,” she wailed. She was really wailing. “No, no, no NO!”

“Promiňte,” a voice called to her, abruptly interrupting her dramatic turmoil. “What are you doing?”

She turned her head slightly over the ground and a kind looking man was stood there, looking over at her with a concerned smile, head endearingly tilted slightly to the side. His skin was brown and weather-beaten, but youthful and clear all the same.

His smile soon faded when he came closer and saw the sunken look to her eyes, the knife still buried in her abdomen.

“Ach, hovno!” He knelt at her side, fluttering hands scrabbling around at the slickness at her chest. “What the hell happened?”

She wondered why he was so surprised. Didn’t he hear the commotion earlier? She pushed him away weakly. “It’s okay, don’t worry.”

“What do you mean? You’re dying! You’re dying!”

She scoffed, shaking her head. “I’ll be fine, really.” She pointed to the sky. “Look. The stars are really pretty right now. Come on, lie down with me. I don’t want to struggle anymore.”

“No! No, I won’t, I won’t.” He shoved his jacket off and wrapped it around the knife, pressing down firmly. “Ach, drahý.”

Her eyelids were closing of their own accord, but she could still see the stars through her eyelids. “You can’t save me,” she said. “Stop trying.”

***

She woke up in a farmhouse, the walls smooth and solid and creamy. There were thick wooden beams across the ceiling, which was low and close to where she lay. She sniffed and sighed, wriggling around slightly.

“Oh! She’s awake, look!”

A woman just a few years older than her leaned over. “How do you feel?”

“Like shit.”

The woman laughed, and she smiled weakly in response, chuckling dryly at the absurdity of it all. She had been so ready to go to sleep in the field, so ready to give up. She shouldn’t have survived. She had been banking on not surviving. Honestly? She felt like punching these sweet, kind people right in their noses. She imagined the satisfying crunch against her fist and frowned.  

“How did you even get me here?” she asked.

The man walked into the room, looking substantially more tired than when she’d last seen him. “A wheelbarrow.”

“Really?”

“No,” he said. “A car. The ground’s all fucked up now. From all the cars before, too.”

“Sorry.”

“You couldn’t have been stabbed in the field during winter? You had to wait until spring?”

She didn’t answer. She couldn’t bring herself to care much about their stupid crops. She’d lost him. She’d lost him. He was lost, and it was all her fault. She’d lost him.

“Did you tell someone about us?” she asked them. “That we were staying there?”

“No, it wasn’t us. Sorry.”

“One of your neighbours, then?”

He nodded. “Probably. Sorry.”

“Why didn’t you call the police?” she asked him.

He smiled at her. “It just didn’t . . . didn’t seem like the kind of thing they could deal with.” That was an understatement. “And we don’t have time to deal with them. Sometimes it’s better to mind your own business.”

The woman sat crossed-legged on the floor in front of her. “Where’s your boyfriend?”

“I don’t know.” Her face screwed up and fat tears ran down her neck, slivering down beneath her shirt. She closed her eyes and fantasised about swimming in the sea, lying on her back and watching birds. Spreading her fingers wide and feeling them extend to the shore. The air could be good for her, and the salty waves could lick her wounds.

Looking down to her body, the knife had been removed, and she lifted up the sweater slightly to take a look. Her whole chest was wrapped up in bandages. There was only a small splotch of red in the centre. But she didn’t feel grateful for this particular miracle.

“Do they need changing? The bandages?” the woman asked.

“No. You’ve done a wonderful job. Thank you.”

She went back to sleep.

***

Approaching the shack, it occurred to her that she had just walked straight across the field in broad daylight, and anyone could have chosen to hurt her. She didn’t check behind her. Just stared straight ahead to the empty building, glancing down every so often when she tripped over a divot in the ground.  

She'd left the farmhouse before the couple woke up, so it was ridiculously early because they were farmers. The morning was all muted blues and silvers, still and empty and quiet. She thought that if she wasn't who she was at that particular moment, if she were someone else, someone who could still appreciate the quaint possibilities that this new morning brought, she would be smiling.

Reaching the door, she folded to her knees, her hand hanging limply on the handle, her head heavy against the wood. She willed tears to fall, but the step remained ashy and dry, and then she felt silly for trying, so after a while she hoisted herself up by the handle and leant inside. Lethargy was consuming her as she staggered around the room, dragging her rucksack over to the mattress and flopping down. She pulled out her pager and there was, to her surprise, a message there. No fancy codes or reservations. Only: Are you alive?

Just about, was her reply. She tried her best not to feel optimistic about a message back.

Half of her wanted to pack up everything in sight, to drag the mattress back to where it was when they’d arrived, leaving the shack bare and skeletal and unassuming. The other half didn’t want to touch a thing. She would have liked to preserve the moment, to imagine Bucky was off in the woods somewhere, gathering firewood or berries or wild game or something. Please. Something.

She settled for somewhere in between, gathering a mis-matched collection of items. A single feather that had been nailed into the wall, red and dappled with brown. All of the knives she could find. A flask and some leftover rations to stuff into her bag. One of Bucky’s shotguns. She held it in her hands for a while, pondering how she got to this point, feeling weak and scared and like somebody else entirely. She thought of how the Hydra men's bodies had fell and felt absolutely nothing at all. She was out of control. Dictated by impulses. Lost, never to be found again.

Checking the tracker monitor, Bucky's location was live, already near Munich, probably on the way to Switzerland. His handlers must have fixed the tracker in the metal arm, either assuming she wasn’t capable of connecting another receiver or that she was just very, very dead. Perhaps a mixture of the two. But she hadn’t just disabled the tracker back in the Prague apartment, she’d modified it so if Bucky ever strayed it wouldn’t take long for her to get back on track. Clever her. What inspiring forethought. It had worked.

The last thing she grabbed as she left the shack was the bouquet of wildflowers discarded on the floor. They were wilting already but she felt like taking them anyway. Maybe she’d press them in a book, when she found one, and then she might keep them forever.

Outside, she turned back to the shack before leaving, standing square but feeling limp all the same.

“Is it better to kill or to die?” she asked the wooden planks, waiting a few minutes for a reply. They didn’t utter a word. “Goodbye, then.”

She turned to go.

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