#he would usually scratch and bite but we had our moments and I do still really love him

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖎𝖙 [Final]

They told you to be careful with him, that he's much more than meets the eye, but you'd been convinced that you had him all figured out; all bark and no bite, just like any other big buff alpha you've met before. Oh how wrong you were.

Tags/Warnings: werewolf!kook, Alpha!kook, werewolf!reader, omega!reader, fluff, biting, manhandling, Dom!Jungkook, protected sex (an implant is mentioned we practice safe sex even in our imagination after all), Size kink because it's me writing this get over it, strength kink because it's me writing this get over it², drooling oops, scratching, knotting, happy ending Yay

Length: ~4k words

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A/N: Do not expect anything groundbreaking. I didn't know how to end this.

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Inside Jungkook’s cabin, you’re safe.

Here it’s warm, it smells like him and now, slowly but surely, yourself as well. It’s comfortable, you’re protected, and held gently by him right by your side. Here is where you actually want to live forever, inside, even if you were never allowed to leave ever again. The woods around you don’t matter, nor does your freedom-

All you want, and really need, is in here.

There’s a low, almost purring sound coming from the alpha behind you, his arms wrapping around you a bit tighter, as if he remembers in his waking moments that you’re actually still here, and not just a product of his imagination. He takes in a deep breath before he stretches his legs once, kissing the back of your shoulder, halfway still asleep.

Even so, with how close he is behind your body, you can clearly feel that something else about him is waking up as well.

You teasingly press yourself into him, which almost instantly gives you a response- his tender kisses turning into bites, as he scolds you non-verbally, even when his mind isn’t quite conscious yet. “Good morning.” He mumbles, laughs a bit when you turn around in his arms to cuddle right back into him, yawning once. “Slept well?” he mumbles, and you nod.

He can sense that you’re very happy in here, and he takes great pride in that- feeling good with the fact that you’ve obviously accepted his home as yours too.

But there’s also something else you seem to seek right now, as you place your own kisses against his neck, trying to somehow swoon him into a response again, maybe to finally receive his love in a more physical way. And he wants that too- but not right now. He wants to be fully awake and alert for an experience like that, and not somewhat semi-conscious like right now.

But that doesn’t mean he won’t allow to play with you a little bit.

When your hands begin to travel over his body, he doesn’t object that at all- simply watches with hooded, halfway opened eyes how you blindly reach for him, hand over his already sensitive length inside his underwear a little hesitant, unsure, but curious all the same. It’s the first time you’re the one initiating something actively- usually, you only really give him a sign, before letting him do most of the active play. But maybe because you feel so safe and comfortable in his home, you also feel more confident in your actions-

Or your patience is simply wearing thin at this point.

Either way, he thoroughly enjoys your touch fully, even adjusting his legs beneath the blankets to instead move to lay on his back, making you move around to leave him alone for just a moment- before you lay yourself over him, warm core right above his only somewhat hidden length. The fact that only some thin, fragile clothing separates you both from one another makes him sensitive- the thought of how easy it would be to just rip those poor items of clothing at their seams to provide him access to you enough to cause him to stir a little beneath you.

His hands automatically find your waist before he wraps his arms around you again, moving them again to hold your face and kiss you, still somewhat tired. You remember your first kiss, yesterday, almost entirely without any thought- and ever since then, it’s clear that he really enjoys having his lips on yours. He’s also been going further and further with you- and the line has been blurring more and more, as he accepts and provides more intimate touches every single time you’re together in such a way. From his more fleeting touches back at your old pack’s house, to what you are doing right now- your core pressing against his length, shamelessly humping him beneath all the heavy blankets, desperate for him to feel just as much as you do.

And he does feel it.

His hands move again as you kiss him a lot more desperately now, running over your sides before they rest over your behind, grabbing the flesh just to let go right after. You sigh in bliss, lean into him as you move your hips a bit harsher, chasing your release, and subsequently also pushing him towards his own. He can only imagine what it will be like once he has you close like this without anything between you both- just two bodies connecting in the most intimate of ways, finalizing their bond with one another.

His eyes close as he feels his own peak approaching, your hips stuttering as he grabs your behind once again, forcing you to keep moving keep pushing him over the edge while you ride out your own high, underwear absolutely soaked in your essence, before he spills his seed as well.

He could happily just keep it at this, and he’d still be satisfied with it, he’s sure of it.

You both lay just like that a little longer, both bathing in your shared afterglow, as well as the closeness you both feel for just a bit more. You notice how he’s clearly waking up now, eyes opening up more as he watches you become more and more aware as well, sleep leaving your body with every waking moment that passes by. “Jungkook?” You ask, and he hums a reply, smiling softly at you. “I noticed.. Your eyes.” You mention, and he nods, urging you to continue. “Why do they always show the golden ring?” You wonder, finally remembering to ask him about it.

It’s been on your mind for quite some time now- but up until now, you never really got around to ask for it. And you also didn’t want to ask around, in case its something personal- you rather ask him yourself like this, and have him explain something curious like this. Maybe it’s just a random anomaly? Some birth defect, or just a hiccup of nature?

“I’m.. What’s called moonlit.” He explains, brushing some of your hair from your shoulder. “I was born on a full moon, to explain it simply. Which both.. Caused my eyes to kind of get ‘stuck’ in this state, and also my.. Senses to stay heightened.” He says, and you nod.

“So.. What I for example experience during a full moon..” You start, and he smiles.

“I basically live that every day.” He finishes, telling you that your thought’s are correct. And you feel a bit bad for him- because you know you struggle hard during that time to really handle yourself and your inner instincts. To think that he’s basically always battling them gives you a different point of view almost, like you’re seeing him from a different perspective now. “I’ve grown used to it though.” He says, as if he can read your mind. “I’ve.. Come to accept that as a part of me. It’s annoying sometimes, it really is- but it’s not like I can change it. So why bother getting frustrated over it?” He chuckles, and you nod. “Also makes me kind of special, so that’s cool too.” He jokes, before you lean into him, clinging to him.

“You’re already special to me.” You tell him. “Even if you weren’t born like this.” You say, and you can’t see it-

But he actually blushes a little, caught off guard by your honest words.

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You're getting to know these woods surprisingly quickly in his opinion- and he also notices quite quickly, that you’re a lot more independent than the wolves in his pack usually tend to be.

His pack is a very tight knit community, and everyone almost clings to someone- friends stay in groups, socializing is a big thing, and no one is ever alone. But you tend to even escape some settings as if you can’t handle being around others for long- making him worried that something might be troubling you. “how come you’re by yourself?” He asks as he sits down next to you on the large tree truck that’s been made into a bench for people to sit around the large fire pit. It’s nighttime, cicadas singing and owls howling in the distance, while everyone’s busy either talking, or getting ready for bed, as they all participate in some proper bonding activities. Some have shifted, and are grooming each other, while others are in their human form still just like you and Jungkook, casually talking.

“I just.. I don’t know.” You shrug. “I’m not lonely though! I just like to be by myself.” You explain, and he nods.

“I’ll have to believe that, I guess.” He admits defeat playfully, before he pulls you closer to him as you both watch the fire in front of you.

“You can go to your friends, you know?” You giggle. “no need to babysit me.”

“Oh but I want to!” He denies. “I love being close to you. Do you want some space?” He offers, unsure now. Maybe he’s been pushing himself onto you?

“No, It’s fine.” You shake your head however, pacifying his worries. “I like being close to you, too.” You admit, leaning into him while he purrs in utter happiness.

He knows it can’t be easy to just start living in a different place, all with different people and different surroundings too. But you seem to take it easy, even coming out of your shell a little, here and there. It’s obvious you still have to learn a lot more about his pack and all its habits and customs, but you’ll get there, Jungkook is sure of that.

You belong at his side, after all. He’d even start a new pack if he had to in order to keep you at his side.

Back in your now shared cabin, Jungkook is instantly all over you again. You’ve noticed that he’s been getting more and more.. needy almost for this kind of affection, and you figure it might be because the full moon is soon approaching. “I though you’re.. always stuck in your moon-phase?” You giggle when he nips at the crook of your neck where his mark is yet to be placed.

“doesn’t mean I don’t feel it’s effects weighing down on me harder the more the moon shows herself.” He growls into your skin, shamelessly running his tongue over the spot before he kisses it.

“Jungkook..-“ you gasp, but he doesn’t let you speak much further.

“I dont think I can wait.” He sighs out, and you now notice the way his hands seem to be trembling on your skin. “I don’t think I can take another night.” He admits, and you feel for him.

Being stuck in the moon-phase is one thing- having your chosen mate being dangled in front of you while having to keep your hands to yourself must be agonizing, especially now. You have an implant which prevents your heat and possible pregnancy, but that doesn’t mean the moon doesn’t enhance your scent and appeal to him.

“You think the moon will.. look away for a second?” You giggle, and he growls again, feeling oddly vulnerable. “I don’t mind if you take me tonight.” You offer, and at that, he pushes you backwards, before you’re handled impatiently into the nest he’d made for you and him, every pillow in his way kicked out without any mercy. His eyes are entirely golden now, proving how he’s slowly taken over by the wolfblood in his veins, and you feel for him. It must be tough having to somehow keep yourself in check all day long, every day. But that’s the reason wolves aren’t supposed to mate during certain times of the year, just so something like Jungkook can’t happen- because every other person would’ve probably not be able to restrain themselves to such a degree he’s able to.

“I think she’ll make an exception for us.” You tell him, as he boldly grips your clothes to just rip them open, uncaring of ruining the items. And the sheer display of strength and force does something to you- a submissive but clearly not fearful whimper escaping you, not going unnoticed by the alpha currently sitting above your body.

He leans down to kiss you with no care for staying tame or controlled, tongue running over your bottom lip before he dives back in, quite literally stealing your breath. His hands are meanwhile busy exploring your exposed skin, digging out your breasts from your underwear to grab at them, thumb flicking your already hardened buds.

If it’s supposed to work up your appetite for him, it’s clearly working.

He’s eager in shedding his own clothes, skin and ink revealed to you as his muscles flex under the moonlight bleeding in through the gaps in the curtains covering the windows. His hardened length is already leaking, right onto your lower stomach, so close to where you want him most. He knows he can just take you however he pleases. You’ve talked about this before, and you’re glad he did.

Because you know, in this moment, he will not hold back. The need to fill you up and claim you as his too much to handle, especially not with you so ready and eagerly waiting beneath him.

He pushes his own legs against yours, forcing yours to move up and expose yourself more to him, limbs resting over his thighs as be ruts against your already wet core. He purrs lowly against your neck, gripping your wrists to push them into the bed below, before you feel the head of his cock prod at your entrance. Even in times like this he seems to find pleasure in teasing you, as he never pushes further, never gives you what you want until you’re whimpering again, quietly begging for him to just take you.

And he grants you that whish, finally slipping inside, as far as he can go before you jump a little in discomfort. He waits for you to adjust, makes sure to reassure you with kisses and comforting touches, before he notices you moving to see if you’re ready.

And once he knows you are, he finally begins his chase.

As if he’s finally breathing freely, he’s able to let go of his own shackles he’s put on himself for a moment, releasing all the pent up energy he’s been bottling up over the course of time. He usually runs it off or works out until his body gives up, but with you, he’s potentially found a new way to vent it all out. Because he can feel that you’re truly meant for him. A mate chosen by the moon herself, perfectly fit to handle him and his instincts.

You’re turned around for easier handling, and you don’t even bother thinking about anything anymore, simply giving yourself into his hands- hands that are more than eager to hold and grab at any flesh they can touch. You can feel his canine teeth in the skin of your neck, biting, eager to mark you up before he finalizes the bond with a final bite placed in a spot he himself will choose. Where will he place it?

You’ll soon find out.

But right now he’s busy pressing his hips into you as far as he can go, your body continuously rocking back and forth under the force of his thrusts, while his fingers dig into the skin of your waist to keep you in place. But they wander, eager to explore and hold, unsure even in where they want to stay and how they want to move you. And so one of his hands moves to hold you upright against him, back arched as one of his palms holds your neck to have your head next to his, mind intoxicated by your scent so close.

The sounds are obscene, but neither of you have any energy in your brains left to really care about that.

You don’t even realize the saliva that’s dripping down your chin, but he definitely does- the sight of you so entirely out of your mind doing something to him on a primal level. He’s got you entirely under his control, and he knows to value this as a giant sign of trust towards him- trust that he’s not ever going to throw away, no matter what. Because with the way the can feel his body start to exhaust, a unique and new feeling he’s not yet felt like this before, he knows that you’re truly it for him.

His one and only. There’s no one else he’d rather have.

So his bite is placed, teeth digging into your flesh, once, twice, and one more time to truly seal the bond forever. Your body shudders in pleasure, hands reaching onto nothingness before you find his thighs, accidentally scratching his skin- but he doesn’t mind one bit.

Instead, he can feel the way he reaches his peak, moment of bliss completely blinding him for a moment as he holds you close, pushing himself in deep to make sure that you don’t spill a single drop of his release.

And you can’t- not with the way his knot locks you both into place, two bodies breathing heavily with exhaustion, laying closely together while you try and come back down from your high.

The afterglow you both share is blissful, no thoughts in your minds as Jungkook carefully nurses the wound he created, arms keeping you close while he still occasionally twitches inside you. Slowly you pull a stray pillow closer to you, hiding your face in it in shame as you realize the way you just acted like a bitch in heat- but he doesn’t like the way you’re trying to shy away from him. His hand pulls the pillow away before he kisses your neck and cheek, careful not to move too much with his knot still inside you, potentially hurting you if he was to somehow move too quickly.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, sensing your embarrassment, voice a bit hoarse as he speaks. “Are you not happy?” He worries, but you shake your head.

“I am.” You say. “It’s just..” You drift off, shivering a little as your skin begins to cool down again, something he immediately notices as his hands reach out to a blanket close by, which he puts over your body the best he can. He himself is still high when it comes to body temperature- normal with wolves, so its not surprising.

“You were very attractive.” He teases almost, running his nose over the crook of your neck, careful to avoid your bonding mark for now until it’s healed. “You’ll always be. Don’t even worry about that.” He reassures you, having realized what you must be so shy about. “Even now I can barely keep my hands to myself..” He purrs, and you whine.

“You’re still inside!” You complain, thinking he might just be playing around- but he’s twitching again, making it clear that he isn’t just teasing you. At least, not entirely.

“How can a man be so easily satiated with a mate like that?” He tells you, no question asked even though it’s masked as one. You already realize that there’s something.. New about him. The way he speaks, the ease in which he touches, breathing slow and steady. Like he’s breathing freely for once, no need for always having his guard up just in case.

Is it just the exhaustion? Or something else?

“Hm, I want to stay here forever.” He purrs, nuzzling closer to you.

“But we should at least clean up.” You giggle, noticing the way he softens up inside you, slowly slipping out of you. It’s an odd feeling, and it’s not entirely pleasant, but all good things must come to an end at some point. “Now, preferably. Before you’ll fall asleep on me, big bad dog.” You tease, and he gently nips at your neck where you’re not injured, a very distinctive playfulness in his mood, even though you’re both tired.

“What if I’ll take you in the shower again, while we clean up?” He suggests, and you laugh, finally able to get yourself into a seating position again, ready to escape him into the shower-

But he’s hot on your heels, not yet ready to call it a night just yet.

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“I heard Yoongis mate has returned to him.” Jungkook says, as you’re both laying inside his cabin, fireplace warming everything up and spending a soft, golden light. He’s just returned from a small trip back to your former pack’s home- a standard routine, now that you’ve been ‘exchanged’ for Seokjin’s mate.

He’s got to basically always give Yoongi an update on you and your wellbeing until one full year has passed, and you’ve been fully introduced to the new pack.

“Really? Where was she?” You wonder, head resting on his chest while he holds your hand in his, both of you watching the small flames eat away at the wood he’s fed into the fireplace earlier.

“An accident, he’d said.” Jungkook informs you. “She’s.. Lost all her memories.” He reveals, and you feel for Yoongi. Losing a mate is already painful enough- but being re-introduced just to realize they don’t remember you at all must be like losing them twice.

“Oh no..” You mumble, worrying.

“But they were clearly meant for one another.” Jungkook reassures you. “They were.. Very close. Clearly bonded already.” He chuckles, aware that his choice of words must be enough to tell you just how close they seemed to be even after all of what they’ve been through.

“They.. Got together again?” You ask, and he nods.

“Inseparable, really. It was pretty amusing to see your pack alpha be this.. Docile.” He says, still laughing just thinking about the way Yoongi turned instantly soft and gentle at just a bat of his mate’s lashes.

But he understands. He understands so well.

He too would fall in love with you no matter how many lifes he’ll get to live again and again. He knows he would always somehow find you again, love you again, just the same as before. Because you’re not just his chosen mate-

You've become much more than that.

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[claymorexpunisher]

Brats Have More Fun (CH. 3/?) (18+ Fic)

Disclaimer: This is NSFW. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I try to tag my work appropriately, so if you choose to click on my work regardless, use your own discretion. Thank you for the love always and enjoy this cheesy porno! 🥂

Pairing(s): Randy Orton/Fem. Reader

Summary: Bratty Reader pokes fun at Randy for referring to himself as "Daddy" on tv. Randy quickly reminds her why he felt confident in doing so.

Tag(s): 18+, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, primal kink, biting, wrestling, scratching, spanking, sadism/masochism, Daddy kink, Dom/sub dynamic, bratting.

Word Count: 882

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“Why would you call yourself Daddy in front of the entire world like that?” I asked Randy, my tone teasing despite the fact that I was eyeing him with poorly concealed desire as I straddled his lap and we began to wrestle on the padded mat. 

We had decided to work out at home rather than go to the gym, but eventually we got distracted by, well, each other.

“Are you kinkshaming me?” Randy asked, barely winded as we wriggled around on the ground, something akin to amusement colored his tone as he immediately took control and flipped us over. 

I didn’t go down easy, using all of my strength to switch our positions again, but to no avail.

Still, I persisted, letting out frustrated huffs as I willed my core to help me push him off.

“I would never, Randy.” I replied, pointedly not calling him Daddy despite knowing that that was how I should address him when we were in private. 

As I saw something shift in his expression, I let out a winded and devilish giggle. 

“What’s the matter? Did I do something wrong, Randy?” I asked, my chest heaving as I smirked up at him, our movements now slowing to a halt.

This is usually the moment where I’d be running. 

Running from whatever punishment would be in store for me for such a smartassed move,and with Randy’s heavy frame straddling my hips, there was seemingly nowhere to go. 

I knew he wanted me to run as I felt his body loosen a bit, giving me the opportunity to actually use my strength and push him off as I finally made a run for it. 

“Too slow, Randy!” I taunted, making the mistake of pausing before I made a run for it again. 

I let out a squeak as Randy’s strong arms wrapped around my waist and lifted me back into our weight room.

Just as quickly as I had run from him, I was plopped back onto the mat flat on my back. 

Wrestling around definitely got our adrenaline pumping and the more we wriggled around, trying to assert our positions, the more aroused we became. 

I couldn’t help but roll my hips against Randy’s, moaning softly as my thin leggings allowed me to feel a zing against my clit as it grazed his hardening cock. 

My movements were quickly halted and my body and brain turned into mush as Randy’s hand suddenly wrapped around my throat and I heard him growl from deep within his chest before he sank his teeth onto the part of my body where my neck meets my shoulder.

Despite me wanting to put up more of a fight, the sharp sensation of Randy’s teeth sinking into such a vulnerable and sensitive part of my body caused me to immediately go pliant underneath him.

Breathing heavily, our lips met in a sloppy and hungry kiss, Randy’s hand never easing its firm grip on my throat. 

“Are you fuckin’ done, you little brat?” Randy murmured, watching my eyelids flutter shut for a moment before my bright, glassy eyes met his. “Hm? Are you ready to stop acting up? Are you gonna address Daddy like you should?”

“Huh?” He taunted as he used his free hand to yank my sports bra up to tweak one of my nipples hard, making my back arch off the mat, my hands obediently resting at my sides even as Randy’s lips closed around one of my sensitive nipples, sharply biting the tender bud before he took it into his mouth again and released it with a soft pop.

“Y-yes, Daddy…” I relented, and I smiled upon hearing him release a pleased chuckle.

The smile gave way to a soft hiss as Randy dragged his blunt nails down my torso, adding to the already intense sensations coursing through my body. 

“Are you sure?” Randy purred and I damn near mewled as I felt him release his cock from his sweatpants and he ran the leaking tip along my swollen pussy lips over my leggings. 

“Yes, Daddy.” I replied, injecting all of my arousal into my response. 

Going off of the primal need surging within us, Randy flipped me over onto my stomach and I instantly lifted my hips so he could remove my leggings. 

My hips stayed where they were, elevated and presenting myself to Randy and I let out soft whimpers as he ran his big hands over my thighs and up my body and back again. 

My legs shook as I resisted against grinding back into his cock and I could feel my essence making his sudden entrance a smooth one that had us both moaning loudly. 

“You can fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock if you promise to be good..” Randy said and I didn’t have to be told twice. 

“I promise! Please, I can’t-” I whined.

“Okay, sweetheart. Fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock. Show Daddy how much you want it.” He coaxed.

I gasped as Randy’s palms struck down on my ass cheeks as I fucked back eagerly.

The noises that were coming out of our mouths were unrecognizable and I came with a harsh groan as Randy’s teeth once again sunk into my flesh, this time between my shoulder blade. 

Daddy was definitely home…

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[thefanciestborrower]

The Devouring of Prometheus

Ohh boy this fic has been over a year in the making and by golly am I proud of it. It was mostly an attempt to imitate Mary Shelley’s writing style while adding more classic lit vore into the world cause oh boy do we need it. This fic is a little darker than my usual fluffy stuff because. You know. It’s Frankenstein. But everything is still safe despite what Victor thinks. Anyways, please enjoy and let me know what you think!

Warnings: Contains soft, safe, unwilling vore, mentions of digestion, mentions of dying, mentions of cannon character death, minor injury, and vomit

Characters: Victor Frankenstein and the Creature

Word Count: 2,830

Mankind has no greater fear than that of being devoured. It is an instinctual fear, engrained deep within our very beings from the moment we are born, as it is in every living being, and yet it is perhaps one of the most uncommon fears to experience in its true, unaltered form. We are quite familiar with the notion of being killed and eaten by a wild beast, since such a thing, while not terribly common in the more civilized parts of the world, is often talked of in books and by explorers returning from long voyages to strange, wild lands. It is a threat to be sure, but perhaps not the most fear inspiring one. A hungry lion might indeed pounce upon you with his teeth and claws bared as if to shred you to ribbons while you lay awake in agony, but in truth he is far more merciful than even most men and will end you swiftly with a bite to the neck before he ever starts to feed. The fear of being eaten in this way, then, is diluted by the promise of a swift death at the claws of a creature who bore you no more malice than you do a butchered duck. 

The terror of being consumed lies not in the act of consumption, but in the method. Stories full of giants and ogres who devour men whole and alive fill the countryside and take captive the minds of all who hear them, filling their dreams with images of gnashing teeth and slavering mouths, capable of sending a grown man down, kicking and screaming, in a single swallow. I must confess I never heard much of these tales growing up, aside from a few Clerval was so fond of telling, and when they did reach my ears, I simply scoffed, laughing such frightening images away in the clear light of day when nothing could seem more ridiculous. They were children’s tales, I thought, simply meant to frighten and entertain, for nothing, man or beast, could swallow whole a living man. Oh, how I wish I had been right. 

He came for me in the night. I was asleep, or nearly so, when a sudden noise at my window startled me awake. At first I assumed it to be the scratching of a branch or perhaps even some night creature making its rounds through the garden outside. After all, I was far more unfamiliar with the Oxford landscape than my dear friend Clerval, who had spent much of his afternoon exploring the grounds, so I felt there to be no need for concern. Indeed, I had nearly turned over to drift back to sleep when I saw his eyes. Those wretched, sunken, yellow eyes staring as if into my very soul through the dusty window I had neglected to lock in my naivety. I might have screamed had fear not grasped my throat and strangled my voice, and though I longed to run, terror turned my legs to lead and forced me to watch as the fiend pried open the window with a delicate ease that seemed almost laughable compared to the rest of his hulking mass. I pulled my sheet up to shield my chest like a child might, entertaining fantasies that perhaps this was simply a nightmare, and if I remained still in my bed then he would be unable to harm me, but when he began to climb through the window with the elegance of a lion stalking his prey, eyes never once leaving me, panic settled over my heart and I realized this was no mere conjuring of an overworked mind. The beast was here, looming over me in my chambers as I trembled in bed with naught but a thin sheet and even thinner night clothes to protect me. 

“Devil! What do you want from me!” I cried at last, terror loosening her claws from my throat. “I have not forgotten our agreement, so why do you insist on tormenting me so!” 

I received no reply, the beast more than content to simply stare at my trembling form. Perhaps he enjoyed how weak I must have appeared before him as his eyes flicked over me, almost sizing me up for reasons I could never have comprehended in that moment. Cold and yellow as they were, I could see an inkling of some mysterious emotion behind those eyes, but it’s identity I couldn’t say. Nor did I care. My thoughts were quickly preoccupied as he advanced upon me, padding forwards like some great and terrible cat, until he stopped just shy of the side of my bed, so close I could have reached out and touched him. 

Again, I saw that strange emotion flicker behind his dead eyes, but before I had time to ponder it he wrapped his hands around my chest and lifted me from the safety of my bed with terrifying ease, like one might lift a small child or a doll, and while I screamed and writhed in his hideous grasp, his hold only tightened. My ribs creaked and complained under the pressure and my cries became strangled and choked. With a ghastly popping sound he opened his grotesque mouth, jaw hanging at an angle too wide for any human to achieve, and to my upmost horror he quickly stuffed my head inside with the terrifying efficiency of a ravenous beast. The slimy muscle of his tongue lapped against my face and my body convulsed in disgust as I desperately fought not to be sick. Revolting as my situation was, I did not wish to add my own vomit to the mix, even if it might have disgusted the fiend enough to free me. 

I could see nothing but darkness, each desperate gasp for oxygen only supplying me with the barest sliver of foul air. Teeth ringed my neck like a terrible collar, and for a moment I entertained ideas of those teeth, the very same I had picked and sorted by hand, crashing together to sever my head from my body like some terrible executioner. Before my thoughts could spiral much more in this direction, his grip changed and I was suddenly shoved against the slick, fleshy opening of his throat. My blood curdled and, with a sudden, crushing pressure, my head was crammed downwards in the most painful manner which caused me to cry out in despair. My skull felt as though it would shatter, and I screamed a horrible, terrible shriek of agony and terror as my shoulders were crushed down after me, the tight gullet of the beast threatening to break them into splinters. My vision swam, stars of pain and lack of breath sparking and dancing before my eyes, and though no light followed me into my hellish prison, I could still see the blackest pitch wavering at the edge of my vision, threatening to drown me in its inky embrace. For a moment I wished it would, if only to keep me from the terrible suffering I knew lay before me, but fate is a cruel mistress and before I could sink into that comforting ocean of darkness a terrible pressure bloomed upon the crown of my head and forced me into an open pocket of stinking, putrid air. 

Coughing and gaging I struggled to draw even a single breath. My ribs, now horribly compressed, creaked and shuttered terribly under the pressure of the creature’s throat, and though my legs still flailed outside, and my hands desperately scrambled for a hold on what I felt to be his chin, I did not dare move the length of my compressed torso for fear of inflicting more damage upon myself. Another painful swallow jolted me down, my face jamming roughly into what I presumed to be the bottom of the creature’s dreadful stomach, and the grotesque flesh not only yielded to accept my presence, but did so with an almost pleased sounding groan, if stomachs can be pleased, as if I really were simply a morsel of food to be consumed and forgotten. The sound filled my heart with a terror I’ve never known, and I cried out, though my voice was quickly silenced by the slick flesh as more of my body was squeezed through that terrifically tight ring of muscle and forced to bend and twist to fit my new prison like some sort of contortionist. 

I know not how long it took the devil to consume me: the darkness of my surroundings and constant pain dulled my senses and left me disoriented to the point where I no longer could even tell up from down. I remember no longer feeling the cold air on my body after some time, my entire being now encased in sweltering heat, and searing pain as my legs were crushed down against my ribs. Finally, it was all over. My entire body had been fully compacted into the creature’s stomach, and although this new development was arguably a much worse position than my previous one, I was far too preoccupied with gulping down precious lungfuls of oxygen to care.

Then, all at once, the reality of my situation came crashing down upon me and with the fervor of a cornered beast I began to lash out and fight, twisting and turning in the confined space in hopes of causing my captor at least the slightest bit of discomfort. 

“Fiend! Devil! Release me at once!” I panted, gnashing my teeth in fear and anger. “This is no way to treat any man, let alone your maker!”

I had no doubt that he could hear my cries and feel my struggles, confined as I was, and yet no answer came. Despite the nature of my location, I was completely and utterly alone, for what man pays attention to his food after he’s eaten it. Again, I tried to call out, to plead for release as I fought against the smothering flesh, and again I was ignored, save for a light pressure against my back from which I hastily jerked away. It was his hand; I knew it instinctively. The brute was no doubt relaxing after so fine a feast of human flesh, and that touch was nothing more then the satisfied gloating of a predator now sated with a filling meal that would last him far longer than any morsel of bread or wine. I was merely something to be enjoyed, digested, and forgotten.

 How many more, I wondered, would be lost in the same way once I had perished. Clearly my current location indicated my captor had grown fond of the taste of human, and with a heart wrenching shudder I suddenly realized I had no way of knowing wether I was the first victim of the monster’s appetite, or if he had already glutted himself with other gentle country folk, just as he had done to me, and I was now resting in their grave. The thought was too much for my already distraught and troubled soul, and the disgust which filled me suddenly became too overwhelming to sustain. With a thick heave I proceeded to retch onto myself, my sick mixing with the beast’s own bile, and I sobbed bitterly for my home. 

“Oh, my dear mountains and precious lake. Will I truly never again delight in your sweet air and radiant beauty? Am I to perish so far from all that is fair and wholesome, without even the cold stars to bare witness to my demise?” I lamented; my voice thick with the grief of a man who believes he is to die isolated from everything he once held dear. 

The spongy flesh seemed to mute my voice effectively as a heavy curtain might, and my words fell upon deaf ears, for no reply came from my creation. My captor. My killer. Was I really to meet my end as nothing more than a meal? My last breath tainted by the stench of bile and vomit? The pressure to my back returned, and although the touch revolted me, I was far too exhausted from my fear and the quickly thinning oxygen to do more than twitch in protest. What difference would it make anyways, my fate was already sealed.

Each breath I drew grew more ragged and gasping with every passing second, my panic having done nothing but quickly use up what little air I had in the stale cell, and in some fever, I realized that, although my air was quickly thinning, I had not yet begun to feel the slightest tingle of digestion. Oh, what sweet twist of fate was this! I still would meet my end as nothing more than a morsel of food this was true, but I would be long since unconscious and perhaps even suffocated before acids truly began to work on me and thus spared the sensation of digesting alive. It was a small assurance, but so consumed was I by grief and terror of my fate that even the small mercy of a painless death brought me comfort. It was more than a man like me deserved after all I’d done. The innocent blood on the creature’s hands stained mine as well, and I thought bitterly of poor darling little William and dear Justine. Their blood has been spilt on my account, and yet, while their deaths had been horrific tragedies, I took solace in knowing they had left the world far quicker than I would, and that I would be seeing them again soon.

My vision swam before me, and with one last shuddering sigh I slumped against the slick walls, no longer attempting to catch my breath, for what would be the point in trying to breathe when there is no air left to fill my lungs. The stomach clenched around me with a disgusting squelch, smothering and squeezing my helpless form as it worked to knead what I presumed to be caustic acids into my sodden clothing and soft flesh, preparing for the undoubtably difficult task of liquifying my un-masticated body. With a gasping, barely audible sob I pressed a trembling hand out against my churning prison walls, cursing my creation and praying my end would be swift. Then the darkness engulfed me, and I knew no more.

Due to the circumstances in which I had fallen unconscious I fully expected to never wake again, so when I started awake some unknown amount of time later in the very bed I had been snatched out of, I could seldom comprehend what was happening. My first thought was that my horrendous experience had been naut but a dream; an apparition brought upon me by the dreadful task I knew I would soon be required to complete. Then I became aware of the disgusting film of sticky, foul smelling sick coating my body and the dull, yet throbbing pain in my ribs, and my blood ran cold. It had been no dream. My creation truly had assaulted me in the night, swallowed me whole and alive, and, by some miracle, vomited me back out before his digestive system could process me. In fact, aside from my ribs, which were badly bruised, I appeared whole and unharmed. Not even a drop of acid had singed my clothes, and my skin was fair and unblemished as it had always been. I pressed a hand to my cheek as if to make certain of my unharmed state, and then, to my own surprise, I began to laugh. It was not a mirthful laugh, but rather one of incredulous shock and relief as I grasped at my warm and unharmed skin. So certain had I been that those final moments filled with slimy blackness and foul reeking air inside the creature would be my last that the cold air of my room and the sting of my nails against my face might well have been gifts from Heaven itself. Even now I marvel at my incredible escape and wonder what could possibly have prompted the monster to give up as filling a meal as I surely must have been. I do not think I shall ever know, but judging from the healthy nature which I possessed upon waking, I can only assume he realized he could not process me as he intended and his body expelled me, though wether such an expulsion was voluntary on his part I still could not say. Nonetheless I knew I was no doubt incredibly fortunate to have survived such an encounter and my resolve had the been strengthened. Where before I had postponed my promise, I vowed to not do so again, for who knew how long the wretched beast would be content to wait and leave me and others be. As soon as I was able, I would set to work creating another who would contain his terrible urges and put this dreadful encounter behind me forever. 

#Alternate title: Victor Frankenstein and the terrible horrible no good very bad day #My man is going though it <3 #soft vore #safe vore #fandom vore #Half size vore #Unwilling vore #Cj writes #Tw mentions of death #vomit tw #Tw vomit #tw minor injury #classic lit vore #nsx vore #I have lots of thoughts on creature pov here #Do not take what Victor says seriously he is. An unreliable narrator #Just like in cannon lol #digestion mention #fatal mention #Doesn’t happen tho

[noroamenial]

I wrote some more Raphael x Tav!!!

spoilers for story stuff in Act 3, its there to set the scene.

uhhhhhh cw: a pretty suggestive start (it's just paragraph.)

basically it starts at the end of a sex scene between Raphael and Tav. After that its just a bunch of sweet. And the main plot is a date between raph and tav.

....“Take me, Raphael.” and oh did he. Passion and lust coupled into a starburst of an orgasm, the stroke of his cock drove you insane. Through a mix of biting, scratching, gentle words, wandering hands, and three orgasms you were laid sated and bare on your bedroll. 

Raphael sat beside you, stroking hair from your face. He sighed, leaning over to kiss you briefly.

“Will I see you again?” your voice and thoughts had returned, albeit hoarse. 

He looked at you, contemplating for a few moments. Something swirled behind his amber eyes that you couldn’t quite place.

“Yes.” he stayed close to your face to speak softly. “Once you arrive in Baldur’s Gate, meet me in Sharess Caress…try not to let your companions tag along.” he glanced at the bedrolls around camp. “Then we can discuss over dinner.” he smiled, looking down at you once again. 

You smile back, coaxing him down to kiss his cheek. Raphael obliges.

“Good, now take care to remember our plans. And do try not to die, my dove.” he scolds lightly, pulling the bedroll’s blanket around you. 

~~~

Your exhaustion had turned to excitement as soon as your party had made it to Baldur’s gate. You reserved the rooms above the Elfsong tavern for your companions before heading out. You were meant to meet Kithrak Voss at Sharess Caress along with your other…confidant. So hopefully your party wouldn’t connect the dots too easily. 

The morning you had woken up after your last encounter with Raphael, you were greeted with your whole party and their deep concern for the bite marks, scratching, and not to mention the infernal lettering hastily scrawled up your arm. You honestly couldn’t even give a half assed excuse. And thank the hells no one could read infernal—you couldn’t either but that's besides the point. You assumed it was just a reminder from Raphael.

In Sharess caress Kithrak Voss spouted nonsense about the devil Raphael and freeing someone before scampering off to the lower level of the city and telling you to meet him there after meeting with Raphael. You sighed, you had thought that this meeting would be something more…casual, rather than some new contract business. 

Begrudgingly you let your companions—Astarion, Gale, and Karlach—come with you. Now that they knew it was Raphael, they insisted. With how much you left out of disclosing your rendezvous, and Raphael’s charm and seeming inability to feel shame, your party might end up learning a little too much today. 

Pushing open an oak door you briefly glanced at the sign beside it. “Devil’s den” was this a usual arrangement? Seeing as it was a room inside a brothel, you didn’t particularly want to know if Raphael was an employee or a patron. 

The quick light up of his eyes as you led your party into the room was all that you needed to confirm what this was going to be. It was only for a second, the gentle amber of his true irises, before it faded back to a washed out rich brown for his human form. It's not as if his human form wasn’t attractive—it was. It was just that you had been longing for that form bathed in the soft camplight glow.

“My dove and her flock have finally come to my nest,” Raphael clasped his hands together in front of him, his easy smirk lazily sprawled across his lips. 

“Though I believe I asked just for you,” he mutters, taking your arm suddenly as you got close. His free hand pulling up your sleeve, thumb rubbing across the infernal writing in ink still clear on your arm. 

Karlach fidgeted at your side, you could tell she had to double take as not to strike the devil. 

“Anything you have to say to them, you can say with us around too.” She growls, leaning forward. The teifling makes a motion with her hands for him to brush off and he does. 

“Oh it’s fine by me, but it might not be fine by her.” Raphael shrugs, backing up. 

“And why would that be?” You ask hesitantly, meeting his gaze.

“You know why,” he shrugs again, “anyways, to business.” Raphael explained his deal to you, he’d offer the Orphic hammer to release the Githyanki prince from the empower and the astral prism and in return he wanted the netheres crown.

“…After a century long rage, I decided that my time would come.” He smiled, “and here it is, the dead three’s little representatives stole it right from under Mephistopheles nose, and I may regain it.” 

“Do not agree to this.” Gale warns from behind you. “Netheres magic is wild and untamed, it must be studied and understood.” 

You hesitate here, you had promised Gale this artifact, but centuries of disappointment and even wrath could come from turning Raphael down.

The devil must have noticed: “I won’t make you decide now, after all, you have other things to do before then.” He let out a sigh, gazing out the window as his expression fell.

“Thank you,” You sigh. And suddenly you’re both standing in silence. You can tell your party is shifting uncomfortably behind you, they don’t want to be here longer than they need to.

Raphael clears his throat, 

“One last thing, then I will let you go.” You watch as his gaze looks you up and down. “I promised you dinner. If you’re still interested, come back at sunset. Just you this time, my dove.” And his smile returns with the name. 

~~~

Your heart was beating so fast as you and your party left to go back to the Elfsong Tavern. Truth be told, all you could think about was what do you possibly have that would be suitable to wear on a date?

Your companions were less giddy. 

“Dinner? For what? When did he promise you that?” Karlach was talking into the air, hot steam rolling off of her shoulders as her infernal engine worked inside her. “Promised you? You better not be making some sort of deal with him. You can’t. I know firsthand the consequences of making a deal with a devil.” 

“Don’t go.” It was Gale’s voice this time, “I know you think you can handle everything, after you’ve handled—“ he waves his hands up, “—all this. But don’t. Please.” He places a hand on your shoulder. And at this point you can’t tell if he’s more afraid of losing you, or the potential to study that artifact. 

You shrug his hand off as you see the Elfsong in sight. 

“Well Astarion, any opinions?” You sigh, looking over at the pale elf. 

He shrugs, “If you do this, do it out of your own benefit. And If you end up in harm’s way, we’ll come running.”

That was one of the most caring answers the vampire could have come up with. Maybe he was seeing part of himself in you, or maybe he really did just care. 

“Thank you.” 

~~~

You had already spotted your companions across the tavern eyeing you. After confessing you had a ‘date’ and that’s why you were sneaking away from the tavern so late, they had followed you. At first you laughed at how they tried to be sneaky, but now it was just annoying. 

You were sitting near the back in a reserved booth, it was in a corner with a little alcove above it, and a single candle in the middle of the table. You had dressed up, some black outfit that had caught your eye the day previous. It had little silver embellishments and white trim lace, it cost a pretty penny, but you felt as though you deserved at least one nice thing. 

Tracing the smudging infernal on the inside of your arm, you sighed. You shouldn’t get your hopes up for anything. It was more likely that Raphael wanted a contract out of this encounter and was just nice enough to save you from embarrassment directly in front of your party. You suddenly felt really stupid with that last thought. Why would someone desire your company in such a way? Nevertheless a devil of all beings. It seemed that all you had been doing lately is giving. Giving to your companions, whether that was emotional or physical. Giving to the damn parasite in your head. Giving to the emperor. Being the conduit to the end of something greater than yourself. Every action, every consequence hangs over your head every day, every second of your journey. You are a beginning and an end. A tool for greater purpose. 

You swallowed hard, looking at the small flickering candle inside of a half mason jar. This wasn’t good, you were holding back the urge to burst into tears. 

“Usually I am nothing less than punctual.” A deep sigh and the creak of wood, and Raphael was sitting beside you in the booth. He had that sharp tang of sulfur with him, meaning he must have rushed in not long ago. “But I was taking my time, apologies.” Raphael was one for attention, but his usual outfit was gone in place of something more neutral, dark grays and maroons, accented with gold. It was a change from the vibrant blue. Stray burning cinders floated from his hair as he combed a hand through it. The human glamor was probably rushed too. 

He flashed you a grin that faltered when your eyes met. 

“It's okay.” You murmured, dabbing at your eyes. It was more embarrassing than anything to be caught so emotionally. 

“And, I'll admit, I’m glad to be a bit more casual with you.” He teased, taking your hand in his as soon as you finished. “As my favorite entertainment of course." And as you meet his gaze, that uneasy feeling returns.

"It actually...was really exciting to be asked out to dinner." you admit, "And I'm excited it was you who asked me."

That had left him quiet, no quip or remark. He angled his head to look at you. Perhaps he was taking in the genuine tone of your words, or maybe he was just content with the fact that you wanted what he wanted.

“Your companions are here.” He says after a moment of silence. 

“I know.”

“They are glaring.” 

“I know.” 

“I take it they don't approve.” He chuckles. 

“Nope.” You can’t help the smile that comes from you. “I’m allowed to go on a date and not disclose the who, what, and where.” 

“So they followed you?” 

“Probably.” You shrug, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Let’s make this night as long and enjoyable as possible, because I know I’m getting a stern lecture the moment I leave.” 

“Why don’t we go somewhere more private then?” He proposes, kissing the top of your head. 

“In a moment, we’ve got one of these reserved booths. I want to makeout with you openly.” 

For some reason, that perked him up exponentially. Perhaps his desire for performance and attention. “Whatever you wish, my dove.” He purrs, hand leaving yours to instead gently squeeze your thigh. “I would give you the world if you asked.”

“Why is that?” You ask, moving to face him. 

“I am fond of you.” He chuckles, “I don’t like things like I like you. If you weren’t in the middle of a life or death situation—I would court you slower. But you’re mortal, I have to be quicker lest you slip from my grasp all too quickly.” 

There was a slip of worry in his tone, perhaps love all too soon lost. Or maybe just the nagging worry of losing you. But it didn’t dwell long as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. And finally, there was that warmth you had been missing. 

~~~

If this is well received I could make a part two! or even a smutty prologue but here is what I have to offer.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 raphael #raphael #raphael bg3 #baldur's gate raphael #raphael the cambion #raphael x tav #raphael x tav bg3

[dabislilbaby]

Thinking About You

Dabi x f!Reader

A/n: This one is inspired by the girlies in the server and the presents we get from our Kings 👑🥰🙌 iykyk

I promise part 3 of Kingdom of Fire is coming soon😭I know it's been over a month, I'm sorry it's taking me so long but I'm almost done<3

Warnings⚠️: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, established relationship, praise kink, masturbation, scratching, slight choking, biting, oral (f and m receiving), cock-warming, mating press, auralism kink.

Summary: You wake up to a little gift from your boyfriend, and as soon as you start to take care of the problem he created, he sneaks in for a visit and catches you in the act.

Word Count: 2.6k

@haru-x-ren @electricnovaa

Sometime in the middle of the night, you had woken up from your much needed, but scarcely gotten sleep. You'd been restless all night for some reason, probably just your insomnia acting up again. You roll over and stumbly reach for your phone on the nightstand. The time read 2:36am and you only had one notification.

You usually put your phone on do not disturb when going to bed, and only one person was on that priority notification list. So thru blurred vision and squinted eyes, you clicked on the text message from your boyfriend. You sat up in bed and rubbed your eyes clear, and your gaze ran over the screen.

Dabs💙

Thinking about you<3

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You weren't entirely sure what the voice message was that he sent you, but you hit play on it anyway. Once you hit the button, you heard quiet, but heavy breathing. You were confused for a second until you heard a small whimper, followed by a breathy "yeah~".

Your eyes widened and you were instantly fully awake. Your cheeks grew a little hot as you listened to the lewd noises your boyfriend was making while thinking about you. And god did they sound so pretty. You felt heat rising between your legs and a wet spot growing on your panties. You wished he was there with you, instead of on some important mission for Shigs.

Little did you know, he'd finished up early and was on his way to you right now. He'd been on this mission for a few days now. He'd never tell you where he was going, or what he was doing, always trying to keep you as far away from it as possible. All he told you was that he was needed, and he wouldn't be back for what should've been another day or two, and promised to come see you as soon as he could.

The more you listened, the more your thighs started to involuntarily rub together. His moans were creating a problem you were sure you'd need to take care of by yourself. His breathing was getting heavier, his whimpering more frantic. He repeated your name multiple times while giving you praise. Saying things like "oh~ y/n... I miss that pretty little pussy so much. ngh~ as s-soon as I come home I'm gonna— ugh~ I'm gonna take such good care of you angel." The two of you didn't live together, yet every single time he would tell you he was "coming home" and it just made you melt.

You could hear the city around him, the sound of a car passing by every so often. Along with the wet sound of the way he pleasured himself. The thought of him being so needy while tucked away in an alley somewhere only made your problem worse. He was getting whiney, and hearing him so desperate was enough to make you let out a quiet moan of your own. You could hear the strain in his voice when he moaned your name once again. The same strain you were all too familiar with hearing right next to your ear when he had you pinned to the mattress.

You heard it when his cord snapped. You could tell the exact moment when he'd entered that euphoric feeling of an orgasm, and it turned your brain into soup. It was followed by a few heavy breaths before it went silent. After the minute and fourty-two second recording ended, you found yourself dissatisfied. You wanted more. Needed more of it. Of him.

You leaned over and rummaged around your nightstand, still in the dark, and found your charging ear buds. You opened the case and slipped them in your ears, automatically connecting to your phone. you hit play on the recording again, and you heard those same breathy moans. You shut your eyes and leaned against your headboard. This was exactly what you wanted. It sounded like he was right there, whimpering those praises into your ear like he was in the room, fucking you himself.

Your hand snaked in between your thighs as you listened to his praises, pushing past the waist band of your panties and finding its way to your needy clit. You were slow at first, working yourself up just like he would. You pushed two fingers past your tight entrance and let out a sinful sound of pleasure. The way he whimpered and whined made your head fuzzy and it was enough to make your gummy walls tighten around your own fingers.

Your hand slipped inside your shirt and you tugged and pinched your nipple, just like he would, doing your best to replicate the way he touched you. You continued to work yourself while listening to him and you were almost there when it went silent again. You opened your eyes and let out an irritated sigh. You took your hand out of your shirt and hit play again before continuing your ministrations.

Unbeknownst to you, your bedroom window slowly slid open and Dabi's thin form crawled thru into the dark room. This was how he entered your apartment most of the time. He was sure that you'd be asleep at a time like this, expecting to come in and just cuddle up with you and say hi in the morning, so when he entered the room he was surprised to see you awake, and masturbating right in front of him.

He could barely see you, the only light in the room being the tiny cast from the moon coming thru the window, and the illumination from your phone screen. Suddenly he heard you give a throaty moan and it instantly made him hard. What could possibly have you so worked up at 2:45 in the morning? And then he glanced at your screen, seeing his contact and remembering the whiney voice message he sent you hours ago.

He smirked, and then glanced up to your face. Your eyes were closed and your eye brows furrowed. That familiar expression of pleasure made him switch. He realized that you didn't know he was there, so he decided to sit for a bit and enjoy the show. Surely you wouldn't mind.

About a minute passed before the voice message stopped again. You opened your eyes to hit play once more, but as soon as you did, you saw dabi leaning against the wall, pumping his own dick. You jumped, not expecting him to be there. "Jesus Christ—" you breathed out. He smirked, not stopping his movement. "Sorry doll, didn't mean to scare ya." He pushed off the wall and took a few steps closer to your bed. "But please... Don't stop on my account." Your face flushed red and if it weren't for the lack of light, he'd be able to see just what his voice did to you. You didn't move for a second, and then you felt his hand run up the length of your thigh. "...unless you'd rather I take over." he stared into your eyes with that familiar lustful smirk painted on his lips. He already knew your answer.

He reached up and removed your earbuds so you could hear him clearly. Setting them, and your phone back on your night stand. As he leaned over you to move your things, you spoke. "you're back early." He smiled and planted a kiss on your cheek. "I missed you." He kissed you again on your shoulder as you heard him kick his shoes off next to the bed. "Now let me take care of you just like I promised."

He was on top of you now, lavishing your neck with sloppy kisses, leaving marks like he always did. Claiming his territory. His hand slid up your waist, pushing the fabric of his shirt up and over your breasts. He pushed his knee in-between your legs, forcing them to spread for him. As if you'd even resist.

His teeth sunk into the soft skin at the base of your neck and you whined right next to his ear. His grip on your breast tightened and he groaned against your skin. One of your arms wrapped around his neck and ran your fingers thru his inky black hair. The other around his back, pulling at his T-shirt, wanting it off. He pulled away from you, sitting on his knees and tugged it over his head. Your hands immediately found his abdomen in the dark, feeling his mixed skin and cold metal against your palms. You sat up and lowered your hands to his belt, leaving soft kisses on his stomach.

He rested a hand on the back of your head, lacing his fingers in your hair gently. Once you unbuckled his pants, you pulled them down over his hips along with his boxers. It flong out at you, throbbing and needy for attention. You took it in your hand and teased his tip with your tongue. You could taste the precum that started to leak from his slit as he let out a few breathy moans. "I missed you too" you finally replied, your voice breathy and seductive. It sent goosebumps down his forearms and he closed his eyes. He let out a deep sigh of pleasure when you planted another gentle kiss on his tip. His eyes opened and met yours, staring up at him in the dim light from the window. His rough palm cupped your face, finding comfort in your soft skin. "Show me just how much you missed me." The desire in his voice was unmistakable with the way his words came out as a growl of demand more than a request.

You opened your mouth and sank yourself around him, letting your tongue coat the underside of his shaft with wet saliva. The moan he let out was sinful. He'd been craving you for days. Desperate for the pleasure you gave him that no one else could ever match.

His eyes were fixed on yours as he watched his dick disappear down your throat over and over again. You always took him so well. There's no way he'd last much longer with the way you were swallowing him whole. Especially having gone a whole week with nothing but his hand. He started twitching and throbbing, and then you heard him stutter out some words. N-no shit ngh~ "

He pulled out of your mouth quickly with a few heavy breaths. "You are too fucking good at that angel." You smiled at him, wiping your mouth with your wrist. He let out a small chuckle before grabbing your neck and pushing you down on the bed. "My turn." He caught your whimper with a kiss so deep you felt your pussy throb. He pushed the shirt over your breasts once again and sucked on one of your hardened nipples. Your face was burning as that tingly pleasure went straight to your core. Your legs tried to instinctively close, but they were trapped open by him in-between them.

He trailed wet kisses over skin, simultaneously pulling your panties over your hips and past your thighs. He took his lips off of you only long enough to completely remove them and discard them somewhere in the dark room. With bent knees, you spread your legs for him once more and he lowered himself to level with your mattress. He kissed the inside of your thigh softly, putting both your legs over his shoulders. He kissed your other thigh the same way before sinking into your heat. The flat of his tongue covered your folds and dragged across them before tracing circles around your sensitive bud. His hands encircled your things and held them tight when you whimpered. He did the same motion again, taunting you with his slow ministrations. His tongue teased at your entrance and pushed past your pulsating hole. He swirled his tongue around, poking that gummy pressure point at your entrance that most men didn't even know existed. It made you arch your back and cry out a few whimpers. He pushed on it again and you saw stars.

He continues to go back and forth between sucking on your clit and tongue fucking you. You were getting so close and then he groaned against you, vibrating the parts of you that were in his mouth and that tipped you over the edge. Loud moans came pouring out of you and your thighs clamped around his head. Your hips tried to buck upwards but he gripped your waist and held you down. His tongue did not stop until your screams and cries faded into heavy breathing with small whimpers from your sensitivity and he felt your throbbing aftershock as he pulled away.

He wiped his mouth with his wrist, just as you did, and came back up to pepper soft kisses on your cheek and neck. He whispered in your ear. "I'll never get tired of the way you taste." And kissed your neck again. He was a gentle lover, even when he was rough he did indeed always take such good care of you.

Your arms wrapped around his back and pulled him closer to you. At the same time he pushed your legs as far up as they'd let him, letting his dick slide between your folds a few times. "Dabi, please~" you whined. How could he deny your begging? He pulled his hips back and pushed slowly inside you. The both of you moaning into each other's mouths. "Why are you always ngh~ so damn tight?" Your nails dug into his back as he dragged himself almost completely out of you and back in again. It was a big stretch, but not painful at all. Tears welled in your eyes just a little and he smirked, kissing the spot on your cheek where one fell. "You're so pretty...ngh~ and all mine." He picked up his pace now, pistong into you while he had you in a mating press. And there it was, his whiney moans in your ear just like the voice message he sent you. It made your walls tighten around him which only made him whimper more. He grabbed onto one of your hands, interlocking your fingers and pushing it down into the mattress. The other snaked around your arched back, holding you even closer to him. Your breasts pressed firmly against his chest and his face buried in the crook of your neck, leaving more bite marks.

His hips snapped into you again and again and he started to throb once more. Your cord was on the verge of snapping. He lifted himself off of you a little to rub circles on your clit with his thumb. "Cum for me angel. F-fuck~ can you do that me? Be a good girl and cum for me nguh-" His voice sent you toppling over into another orgasm and you squeezed him so tight that his eyes rolled in the back of his head, seeing stars as he emptied himself in you. Filling you to the brim with his sticky white cum. He didn't even stop, or slow down, he just fucked his seed deeper into you for a few more minutes until his adrenaline wore out.

He collapsed on top of you, breathing heavy in your ear. You struggled to catch your breath as well, rubbing his back where you'd left marks before. Eventually your breathing evened out and you heard the tiniest snore. "Baby?" You whispered, moving some of the hair from his face to take a look at him. Sure enough, he'd passedout while cock-warming himself inside you. He must have been so exhausted from the long mission, plus coming home to take care of you.

You pressed a soft kiss to his temple, settling your head on the pillow and letting his breathing lull you to sleep.

#mha fanfic #mha fanfiction #mha x you #mha smut #mha x reader #y/n #mha my hero academia #mha touya #mha #mha dabi #dabi x reader #bnha dabi #dabi my hero academia #dabi todoroki #bnha dabi smut #dabi #dabi smut #dabi x y/n #dabi x you #bnha touya #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #touya x reader #touya smut #touya x you #my hero academia #bnha boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia #boku no academia #boku no hero

[catierambles]

Alternate Instincts Ch.9

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 1187

Warnings: Moar smut

August left her sleeping, easing the door to his room closed around mid-morning. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. He smelled like her, he wore her marks on his skin, bites on his neck and chest, scratches along his back and arms. They were superficial, and would heal in short order, but he wanted to wear them always. The fact that she could always give him more, though, made his lips perk slightly.

“You better not treat her like shit, now.” He turned, seeing Sy leaning against the opposite wall, arms folded over his chest. “Walt almost organized a search party when he woke up and realized she never came back to bed. Well, she did go back to bed, just not his.”

“She thought I didn't want her.”

“She thought you fuckin' hated her.” Sy said, “She thought we all hated that she's our Mate.”

“Why?”

“Because she ain't a wolf.” He said simply, “And I have a feelin' that Feral fucked with her head. We already know he laid hands on her.”

“Yeah.” August said, sniffing slightly.

“So no hot then cold shit, got it?” Sy said, “She don't need her head fucked with even more.”

“I won't.”

It was around lunch when they heard the shower start and there was a moment before Geralt pushed up from his seat, heading up the stairs without a word to the others, but he knew August had watched him go. The mirror above the sink was fogged over with steam and he pulled off his clothes. She jumped a little as he pulled back the curtain only so long as to step into the tub with her, standing behind her.

“Hey.” She said somewhat awkwardly.

“Sleep well?” He asked and she nodded. “We know you spent the night with August.”

“Shit.” She whispered, her head hanging a little. “I'd apologize, but apologies mean dick with these things.”

“These things?”

“I had sex with August.”

“You're his Mate.”

“I'm your Mate, too, and I slept with another man.”

“You think I'm angry?”

“You're not?” She asked after a pause.

“No.” He said simply and there was a long pause in which he could almost feel her confusion, “Stephanie, you weren't unfaithful to me with August. You're his Mate, just like you're mine, and the others. To ask you not to sleep with your Mate, or get angry if you did, would be unfair to the both of you.” She was quiet still, “We have a theory that if you were to be infected, you would be a female Alpha, and it's not uncommon, in fact it's pretty normal, for female Alphas to have more than one Mate.”

“Oh.” She said and his arms slid around her stomach, holding her back against his chest.

“So I'm not angry, and neither are the others.” He said and she sighed, laying her hands on his arms.

“Okay, good to know.” She said, “Wait, you're in the shower with me.”

“Are you just now realizing this?” He asked, amusement accenting his voice.

“We're both naked!”

“As one usually is in the shower.” He said and she swatted his arm.

“Geralt!” She said and he chuckled, his arms tightening around her.

“Don't worry, Stephanie.” He said, pressing his lips to the side of her head, “You don't have a wolf's stamina, so I know you're probably tired from being with August.”

“And sore.” She said, “Maybe I should take up yoga if it's always going to be like that with you guys.”

“I'll help you finish washing up, and then we'll go back to my room.” He said, “See what I can do about those sore muscles.”

His touch was gentle as he bathed her, massaging her scalp as he washed her hair, helping her rinse the suds from the strands. He was semi-hard, though, against her stomach as he washed her body and it made heat curl slowly through her veins, tinting her cheeks. His breath caught in his throat as her fingers laid on his hips. Taking the shower head down, he rinsed her off, watching as the water flowed over her skin.

"Geralt." His eyes met hers and she reached up, pulling him down. His hands wrapped around her waist as she kissed him, pulling her against him. "Let's go to your room?" He nodded, turning off the shower. Grabbing towels, he wrapped one around her as she squeezed the water from her hair, wrapping the other around his hips before they got out. He scooped her up in his arms, making her giggle, and carried her from the bathroom and into his room. Laying her down, he pulled open the towel, his head darting down to lick the droplets of water from her skin. Casting aside the towel around his hips, he knelt on the bed, going to her as she reached for him. He settled over her, looking down at her briefly before he kissed her, easing his weight onto her.

Stephanie tangled their legs, rubbing a thigh between his and he groaned into her lips, twitching against her stomach.

"I'll be gentle." He whispered.

"I know." She whispered back and he kissed her again as he parted her legs, reaching between them to align them. Geralt kept his eyes locked on hers as he pushed into her slowly, her whimper as he stretched her open making him swallow heavily.

"My Mate." He groaned, starting a slow and steady pace that made a shiver run down his spine. She fit him perfectly, taking him to the base with every push of his hips, her slick heat gripping him so tight as if she were trying to keep him inside.

"Fuck, Geralt." She sighed, holding onto him, her eyes closing as her head fell back against the pillows. Small noises left her lips each time they were joined, their breath passing between them in heavy pants and moans as he started to move faster. "Yes, just like that, don't stop."

"Come for me, Steph." He said, "I want to feel you come."

"Don't stop, just don't stop." She said and he kissed her as he kept his pace and speed, a tugging under his nails making him fist his blankets, his claws gouging holes in the fabric. She cradled his face in her hands, her lips a hairsbreadth from his and she gasped, her eyes rolling back as they closed, her legs cinching tight around his waist as her hips rocked upwards to meet his. The feel of her clenching around him in waves made his eyes close tight.

"Stephanie, I--"

"Don't stop, I don't want to stop feeling you, please." She almost sobbed it and he held her hip as his pace sped. "Please please please." She came again without warning, giving a short cry and with a few more heavy thrusts, he buried himself in her to the base, groaning as he released into her. "Fuck."

"Perfect." He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "My Mate." He was still hard and it didn't take long before he started moving again, making her gasp.

#henry cavill #captain syverson #walter marshall #august walker #hellraiser mike #geralt of rivia #alternate instincts

[siriannatan]

Charms of Accidents

I needed to write something to tell myself I still remember how to. So I wrote the idea I got this morning :}

I might write more but at the moment have no plans to.

Scott messed up. He knew it as soon as he woke up and realised a couple of facts. One, he wasn't in his apartment. Two, he was alone, so whoever he spent the night with was awake. Not what he usually would do. But, the third thing was... He could not recall anything after he left the club with the handsome ginger. Not one single thing. And fourth, possibly even worse, as he tried to move everything hurt. Like a lot.

He didn't accidentally sleep with an Other Worlder? Who are Other Worlders? All sorts of supernatural creatures. Mages, vampires, demons, dragons and so on. They had their own laws that human governments often honoured over their own. It was extremely dangerous for humans to interact with them even when sober. And Scott possibly landed with one while drunk. Very drunk. It was bad. He had to go home and soon. As far from here as possible.

"I wouldn't move if I were you," Scott's blood pretty much froze as he looked at the source of the voice. The handsome ginger from last night. Dressed in sweatpants and a simple T-shirt. Scott's blurry recollection of last evening had him in a black suit with a dark red shirt. There was not a scratch visible on him. He didn't look at all like he just woke up after a night of drinking and sex. Scott, no matter how hard he tried, never looked this good on a morning after. "The name's fWhip, since I'm pretty sure you must have forgotten most of last night, and I'm afraid I have to apologise," he spoke as he calmly approached the bed as Scott continued to struggle to sit up.

"What for?" Scott huffed as fWhip pushed him down.

"Accidentally marking you as mine," he said as if it wasn't a massive disaster. Being marked by an Other Worlder was bad for Scott. It was like a marriage. Unless there was a way to remove it, Scott was stuck with fWhip for the rest of his life. "And stop trying to sit up, it'll only make it hurt more. Once we talk I'll bring you food and all that," he huffed, baring his long, sharp-fanged teeth. 

A vampire. Scott was as good as dead. He was going to be fWhip's mobile snack until the vampire got bored of him. He went slack and let fWhip arrange him as he pleased. It didn't matter if he struggled, fWhip was in all ways superior to him. "Talk about what?" Scott asked, ignoring how pain lessened when he touched Scott. 

"What happens now, I can't just let you go, that'd be bad for both of us, especially you," fWhip started, keeping one hand on top of Scott's. "So it'll be best if you stay here and let me take care of you," Scott wanted to scream and protest but unfortunately fWhip was right. If he just wandered about with fWhip's mark on him he'd be in a lot of trouble. But it still stung. "I promise to make sure you're comfortable and want for nothing since it was my poor self-control that led to this," fWhip promised, yeah right, he was likely lying to keep Scott calm and controlled. But he did gently grab the hand he was constantly touching and gently kissed it. "So?"

"So what? Not like saying 'no' is an option for me," Scott huffed. In case fWhip wasn't lying, he'd live comfortably. He could take occasional biting. "You promise you're not lying and going to kill me?"

"If I wanted to do that you wouldn't even wake up," fWhip's words did nothing to calm Scott. "You're safe here," he added as if sensing the human's nervousness, and gave his forehead a soft kiss. "Stay here, I'll bring you food," he then announced and left Scott to hurt in the massive bed.

Scott sighed and deflated even further once alone. What a mess he got himself into. There wasn't even a mirror in the room. Maybe rumours of vampires having no reflection were true? Damn Other Worlders doing as they please. At least fWhip was handsome, even when dressed down.

He was pale, as expected from a vampire. His eyes were a very pretty shade of blue. Scott heard rumours that vampire's eyes turned red when they were hungry. If it were true fWhip ate recently. Last night possibly. Unfortunately, he had no idea how often a vampire might need to drink blood. And he was a bit freaked out to ask. With a hiss, he checked his neck as well as he could with no mirror. There should be a mirror in his bag, but that wasn't anywhere nearby.

"Don't worry, I ate before we met and won't need to for a while," fWhip was back, with a bed tray of breakfast. For an immortal with no need for food, he was doing great taking care of Scott so far. Other than 'unintentionally' marking him that is. "I'll need your address," he said, quite randomly as Scott eyed his food. Was it really safe?

"What for?" Scott asked, eyes snapping to the vampire.

"To go get your things," fWhip explained, putting an elegant notebook bound in black leather with a pen attached to it with a golden chain. Scott knew being marked and staying with fWhip meant he'd have to move his things. But it really sunk in right there. fWhip meant to keep him around for longer. Why else would he associate with him as far as to go to his apartment?

"I'll need my bag. My keys are there," Scott said after a deep breath. It was best for him to stay with fWhip. To both avoid his enemies, he did not doubt that fWhip had those and anyone else who would see to harm him because of his 'Other Worlder' relations. fWhip was the safest option even if some biting would be involved.

fWhip vanished one second and next was back, on the other side of the bed, with Scott's bag. "All that can wait, eat first," he said and settled on the bed next to Scott. One arm wrapped around Scott as well as he could with him half lying. It was comforting considering it lessened the pain. But also rather intimate. Well, by fWhip's standard, they were as good as married even if by accident. "You can ask anything, I understand it's all much," he offered as Scott ate very slowly.

"Can I have some clothes?" Scott asked before he could stop himself. fWhip didn't have to be in any way okay with him not being naked.

"Sure, but eat first," fWhip shockingly agreed and went to what had to be his closet and soon came back with a T-shirt and shorts for Scott. Maybe he was being honest about taking responsibility and taking care of Scott. "I'm not going to hurt you, you can relax, I won't even bite you if you're uncomfortable with it," he assured as he settled back on the bed.

"How often do you..." Scott for some reason felt weird thinking about fWhip biting someone else.

"About once a month, unless I have to be in the sun a lot or fight someone," fWhip explained with no hesitation. Scott internally awarded him a few 'trust points'. "If that happens then it might be two or three times a month. That is without totally draining a person," it weirdly calmed Scott. So his life wasn't in total danger even if...

Scott calmly finished eating and wrote his address for fWhip. The vampire told him to sleep, as he himself get dressed in a freaking suit. He looked unfairly good in one. Like really unfairly good. Was Scott going to have to wear suits near him? If he was ever taken to any Other Worlder functions then probably yes. With a proper marking of his connection to fWhip. A vampire's snack and arm candy. What a turn of life. And shockingly, now that he hurt a bit less and had eaten he wasn't all that against it.

"Just rest, I'll be back before you realise it," fWhip promised once he was dressed. And gave Scott's forehead another soft kiss. Scott just hummed. He was indeed feeling rather tired.

Scott woke up slightly confused but well-rested and in a negligible amount of pain. It was there but he could ignore it. Oh. And with an urge to see fWhip who was nowhere to be seen. "Liar," Scott mumbled as he got dressed. He froze when he heard someone. A female voice call out for fWhip.

There were no signs that fWhip lived with anyone. Not that Scott saw any more but his bedroom. But it just didn't feel like it. So he assumed it was some acquaintance. 

But what should he do? He had no way of contacting fWhip. But he also didn't want to be found in fWhip's bed. Wearing his clothes. If he could show fWhip's mark then maybe he'd feel comfortable facing this stranger. But he didn't even know where it was. Nowhere he could see without a mirror. He could only hope it was nowhere too indecent. 

"fWhip? Brother?" another call had Scott almost jumping up. Brother. One mystery resolved. It was fWhip's sibling. Less likely to attack Scott on the spot without an explanation from fWhip. With that hope, Scott went to find the voice. Hoping fWhip would be back soon.

In the living room, looking around was a ginger-haired woman. Clearly a vampire from what Scott knew about fWhip. And it was his sister, it'd be hard for her to not be one.  "I'm sorry but fWhip's not home," he said hiding as well as he could in the red T-shirt. 

The woman spun to stare at him. And sighed. "What. An. Idiot. Leaving a human alone? What if someone else came here?!"  she ranted, waving her arms. Scott just curled up by the wall. She was scary.

"Dear sister, please stop scaring my human," Scott almost jumped at fWhip's voice. And ran up to him as soon as he saw him. "Scott..." the vampire sighed petting his hair. "You should still be resting," he said but all it did was make Scott grab at his jacket. Gently, he didn't want to wrinkle it but still. "How about you start unpacking? You can move my stuff if you need, and I join you as soon as I get my sister to leave?" he offered and kissed the top of Scott's head.

Was fWhip really as fond of him as he seemed or was it the accidental mark? "Fine," Scott huffed, not even commenting on how the suitcase, which moved towards the bedroom on its own was clearly too small for all his stuff. He just assumed it was magic. fWhip was an Other Worlder after all. Scott would probably have to get used to weird things.

As soon as he the door closed he could hear the woman nagging fWhip. There was no other way to describe it.

"Why is there a human in your house?" she asked. Scott could imagine her arms were crossed and one-foot tapping.

"I accidentally marked him so I'm taking the responsibility," fWhip sighed. As if he really didn't want to explain. "Shouldn't you be happy I have SOME company? YOu always complain about how I never go anywhere and just stay home on my own?"

"So you didn't force him?" she asked.

"Gem. Dear sister, what about me gave you that idea?" fWhip chuckled. "It was an accident. I'd feel bad if he got killed, by either side, for my foolishness. Neither did I want to kill him which would be the only solution..."

"So what? You're going to keep him now? Like some pet?" Scott curled up. He did not like that word.

"Don't be ridiculous Gem, he's more of a guest," fWhip's response did not make him feel any better. Part of him hoped he was just saying it to get his sister to leave.

"A guest that shares your bed?" Oh. So there was only one? How... Unfortunate.

"Not like I use it much."

Scott could not listen to them for much longer and made his way to fWhip's closet. Which was massive and had plenty of free space and only minimal rearranging was needed to fit Scott's clothes. His electronics he just left on a low table in the bedroom. Just in time for fWhip to walk in. 

Blazer off and ready to be carelessly dropped to a chair. "I'm sorry I'm late, I got slightly lost," Scott nodded at his apology. "Scott? Are you hungry again?"

"That's not it... What are we exactly? I'll need to let a few people know where I went to and... I have no idea how to explain it without worrying anyone," Scott scrambled for a reason. 

"Well, by law I think the equivalent would be marriage but I'm not going to force you into it," fWhip settled next to Scott on the small couch. "So call it whatever you feel most comfortable with, I'm not going to be offended."

Scott hummed. Was he ready to say he got married? No. That he got a vampire boyfriend? A clingy one at that? Maybe. "So, boyfriends then?" he offered, cuddling up to fWhip who did not push him away.

"Sure, if that's what you want."

"Mhm... Is the mark making me clingy? I woke up annoyed you're not here," he huffed, moving to sit in fWhip's lap. 

"Believe it or not, I don't really know much about marks, I never really marked anyone before either. I could have asked Gem but I kinda wanted to be alone with you so... It's possible it's making us both clingy," he chuckled pulling the human into a loose hug. "So what are we doing now? Going out? Staying home? A friend of mine is throwing a party I could bring you along to, really show off?"

Scott didn't really mind being showed off by fWhip. But there was a thing he did have issues with. "I can dress up for you I guess, but... No biting anyone else," he huffed and kissed fWhip. They did not go anywhere or inform anyone about anything until the next day.

#my stuff #my stories #fanfiction #empires smp #empiresshipping #empires scott #empires fwhip

[anisette-blackwirth]

SAGAU: Happy Birthday, Tartaglia

summary: Childe decides to spoil you and Zhongli on his birthday. You try to thank him but he's resistant to your offers, preferring to focus on you instead.

content warning: Smut alert! This is smut. It's a threesome. Granted, Zhongli is in the background bc I wanted to focus on Childe, but still. Reader is not gendered. Reader is also broke IRL bc huge mood.

notes: Happy birthday to my first 5-star, my first main, and the man who hit 63k randomly the other day for no good reason whatsoever. I see you out there, my guy. We'll do Spiral Abyss for fun later this evening, I promise.

3k+ words, under the cut.

It always struck you as odd that characters would send the Traveler letters and gifts on their birthday, but Childe manages to explain it as he invites you and Zhongli to go to dinner with him on the evening of the 20th. 

“You and Aether have done so much to help us the last two years. Making the two of you happy makes our day better too, you know!” 

“But don’t you want to be spoiled on your birthday?” you ask. 

“I’ll be spending time with my two favorite people in the world, doesn’t that count?” Childe answers with an easy, open grin at both you and Zhongli, and you're distracted from any further questions

The three of you end up, unsurprisingly, at Liuli Pavillion. Childe sheepishly scratches the back of his head as he takes his seat to your left. 

“Sorry, xiansheng. I know we always end up here, but when I had a look at the Xinyue Kiosk’s menu most of their specialties were seafood. I figured you’d prefer the same stuff as usual.”

“Indeed,” Zhongli says as he takes the chair at the head of the table - you bite back a smile as you realize the three of you are mirroring the same layout from his introductory cutscene, with you in the Traveler’s spot. “Considerate as always, Childe. I doubt I could ever grow tired of the cuisine here, but if you are truly worried then I will try to pick something new.” 

“Idunno, I think we’ve pretty much eaten everything in here,” Childe mutters as he waves for a menu from a waiter. He glances over it, front and back, before handing it to you and leaning back. He slings one arm over the back of your chair so you can feel the warmth from his arm hovering behind your shoulders. 

“Let me know if anything catches your eye. Otherwise we’ll just order the usual and we can all share,” he says. Zhongli nods approvingly as he accepts the cup of tea the waiter has just poured.  

The menu has no prices on it, which you kind of expected but are still amused to see as you look through. You’re well aware that this place is ridiculously expensive. It’d probably warrant a Michelin star or two in real life, and you’re eager to try a level of luxury you’d probably never have a shot at under normal circumstances. Not when your “fancy” dinners consist of Applebees or Olive Garden…

“Well I always want to try Tianshu meat whenever I see it in the cooking menu…” you say with a laugh as you finally locate it. 

“Anything else?” Childe asks, and your mind immediately scatters. Because yes, there are other things you desperately want to try - like the entire menu - but the thought of getting more than one entree for yourself is hard to get past for a moment. You pretend to look over the menu a bit more as you remind yourself firmly that this is Fatui money, that it’s fine to ask for things, and that Childe and Zhongli are probably going to order half the menu anyway, so…. 

“The pork hotpot? I don’t mind spice,” you say as you note the description lists some spiciness. Huh. Was that in the game description? Clearly you hadn’t paid that much attention. 

“An excellent choice,” Zhongli says before turning to give the waiter his own order. You listen in growing amusement and horror as the two of them do indeed order a veritable mountain of food, and you wonder briefly if it will be possible to get any leftovers to bring home and stick in your fridge. You’d probably be able to feed yourself all week off them, though it would undoubtedly be an insult to the food quality to stick it in a microwave later….

You and Childe take turns prodding Zhongli for trivia about the Li and Yue cuisine styles as you wait, both of you catching each other in dreamy looks as he goes on about the development of each style in length and each poking the other to break the spell. It’s silly camaraderie that Zhongli shakes his head at more than once, and you think to yourself that even if the food is horrible... tonight will already have been memorable. 

The food is not horrible. The food, when it arrives, is a vision in beauty to both your eyes and nose, and you can barely spare the attention to watch Childe struggle with his chopsticks as you pick up your own and bring a bite of Tianshu meat to your mouth. 

It’s like nothing you’ve ever tasted before, truly. The meat is soft and almost smooth, barely requiring you to chew, and tastes both salty and sweet with hints of onions and ginger. You take another bite to try and distinguish more flavors, and then another and another until you realize you’ve almost devoured your entire dish. 

"Good?" Childe asks. He's not even trying to eat his dish anymore, just smiling at you with his cheek propped in his hand. His lightless eyes hold such open, honest affection it makes your heart ache. You only ever see him look this alive when he's in combat or with the ones he loves, and the reminder that he feels that way about you is…. 

"It's unbelievable," you whisper, and he laughs. 

"Your eyes are sparkling," he teases, "it must be."

"Childe, do get your elbows off the table," Zhongli chides, calm. As Childe obeys and returns to arguing with his utensils, you subtly wipe your eyes. Your thumb comes away wet. 

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You beg shamelessly and do manage to get some leftovers, which Childe promises he'll keep in his cold-box until you're ready to leave. You're quiet during the walk back, content to lag behind and let Childe and Zhongli fill the silence with idle chatter about their weeks as you simply process the amazing meal you just had. The tastes linger pleasantly in your memory the same way the soft summer breeze lingers on your skin. ….and clearly your brain is still a little frazzled. You can hardly believe you're going to go back to eating ramen and frozen dinners after this…. 

As the three of you reach Childe's building and climb the stairs to his third-floor apartments, Zhongli falls back to whisper in your ear.

"Would you be opposed to a collaboration tonight?" 

"Collaboration?" you whisper back.

His mouth quirks up in a devious smile. "I hoped to show our dear Ajax what he means to both of us." You are immediately onboard. It's in-line with what you had wanted to do to thank him for tonight.

"Whatever you two are whispering about back there, you know the walls have ears, right?" Childe calls back in good humor as he unlocks his door and holds it open for you.

Zhongli passes through first, still smiling. "I am aware of that particular Liyue idiom, yes."

You follow and hug Childe from behind as he puts the leftovers away, shoving your face into his back. He chuckles and turns sideways to sling his left arm around your shoulders as he shifts things around to make room with his other hand. "What's up, sweetheart?"

"Just want to remind you it's your birthday," you say. You stand tiptoe to press a kiss against his cheek, and then one on his cheekbone, one at the corner of his jaw- and that's as far as you get before he's closing the cold-box door and leaning back against it. His arms circle your waist, dragging you to lean against him. 

"Mmhmm, it is my birthday." He smirks at you. "I think I deserve a kiss. Don't you, xiansheng?" 

"You know my answer to that, Ajax."

You jump in Childe's arms as Zhongli's voice comes from right behind you, making the Harbinger laugh. The ex-Archon's gloved hand glides up your right arm and shoulder. You shiver and forget to breathe as the leather brushes over and around your neck before he grabs your jaw and gently urges you to tilt your head up further. It's the perfect angle for Childe to lean down and kiss you. 

Childe's kiss tastes of the ginger tea you had all finished dinner with. He moves his mouth slowly but hungrily over yours as his own gloved hands slip under your shirt and spread over your waist in a possessive grip. Zhongli's first hand holds steady on your jaw, and he brings his second one up to press his entire palm against your upper back. You whine and grip the fabric of Childe's jacket as you try to balance being sandwiched between the two, but you're quickly losing focus. Fuck, why are they both so hot? Why??

Childe breaks off the kiss with a groan and then leans up past you to kiss Zhongli above your head. You whine again because now you're really sandwiched, but you wiggle around and free yourself to sink to your knees and bite at the fabric over Childe's thighs.

"Mm- fuck, Y/N, you-" Childe is interrupted again as Zhongli presses him back, clearly intent on overwhelming his lover. 

You drag your mouth up, biting gently at his thighs through the fabric until you reach the bulge of his cock. You open your mouth wide and breathe hot air over it, mouthing around the outline with your lips. His hips press forward on instinct, and one of his hands lands on your right shoulder. 

"Zhongli, fuck, hang on a minu- ahhhh" 

Zhongli chuckles above you, deep and resonant. You glance up to see that he's finally relinquished his claim on Childe's mouth and is now pressing kisses down his neck, stripping his jacket and shirt. 

"Aww~" you tease before licking near where the head of his cock seems to be, making sure to get the fabric nice and wet. Childe's head rolls down to look at you, mouth open on a gasp. "Relax, love. Let us thank you."

"Th-that's - hah. You don't haaa~ve to."

You undo his belt buckle and Zhongli's hand reaches down to help you thread his Vision/Delusion combo off. You hear a clink of metal on marble as it's put to the side on the counter somewhere. 

You ignore the rest as you undo the clasp and slide his pants and underwear down together. "But I want to," you say, playing up the sweetness in your voice. You stick your tongue out. "You spent so much on me tonight, this is the least I can do~"

You're just trying to tease Childe. You know he loves it when you praise him and rely on him for things, so you really aren't expecting the hand on your shoulder to stop you from leaning forward and swallowing his cock down. 

You look up, mouth still open and tongue hanging out. "Uh?"

He pushes Zhongli back too - or maybe Zhongli pulls back on his own, because he pulls off his coat and goes to hang it up. 

Childe holds your gaze as you look back at him. "You don't have to thank me for that, Y/N. You- you know that, right?" 

You sit back on your heels, perplexed. "Sure, but I want to?" 

"No, you - I mean, you don't have to give me a blowjob just because you - you don't owe me for that." 

You tilt your head. "Right. I know I don't owe you anything. ….but I want to thank you anyway?"

"I have to agree with Ajax," Zhongli says as he returns. You're momentarily distracted by him unbuttoning his shirt. "There's no need to reciprocate monetary gifts with sexual favors." 

You're very confused now. You know logically you don't owe Childe anything for dinner, because… well, you can't pay him back for it anyway. You have no idea how much it cost. But he still gave you an amazing, unique (to you) experience on his birthday out of a desire to see you smile, because for some reason seeing you smile counts as a birthday present to him. You're unbearably grateful for that, and you want to show him.

…..you also just really like the desperate noises he makes whenever you go down on him. Is that not enough?

Apparently you've taken too long thinking about it because strong arms wrap around your back and under your legs as Zhongli lifts you and moves you to the bedroom. Childe follows, stripping the rest of the way. Zhongli climbs up on the bed and sits against the headrest, cradling you back-to-front in his lap. 

"Spread?" Childe says as he climbs on the bed in front of you two, and Zhongli slides his ankles under your own. 

"Pardon me," he states politely as he bends his knees and spreads his legs wide, just as asked. With your legs hooked over his, you're effectively trapped on display for both of them.

Your hands shoot down to balance yourself, but Zhongli grabs your wrists and pulls them back. He holds both immovable in the air on either side of your head, placing a soft kiss on the back of your knuckles. 

Childe drags his nails up your thighs, chuckling as you squirm and pant. You don't want to struggle against Zhongli's grip, but you're already sensitive from the embarrassment of being exposed like this… 

"I'm not letting you thank me for tonight, Y/N. This is all selfish," Childe mutters against your lips - when did he get so close??

"I -I know that!" you protest. 

"Oh? Do you?" Childe breathes against the skin of your neck - then laughs when you whine. Which causes you to whine again, because his voice has dropped an octave, making him sound closer to Tartaglia than Ajax- "Then I'm sure you won't be surprised if I indulge for a while."

And then he leans right down and gets to work on making you cum with his tongue. 

The first orgasm is fast, because you really didn't stand a chance when Tartaglia is lapping at you with single-minded focus and Zhongli is murmuring praises directly in your ears, the deep vibrations tickling your back and making you feel both seen and safe. The second orgasm takes time and you feel almost delirious with pleasure by the time you reach your peak. You shake and gasp through Zhongli's teeth on your neck and Tartaglia's tongue curling around you, but it's the self-assured look in his ocean-deep eyes that ultimately sends you over the edge. 

Confidence looks so fucking good on him and he knows it. 

You melt back into Zhongli's chest as Tartaglia finally offers you a break to wipe his mouth. The consultant's cock is rock-hard, pressed against the small of your back. You would be surprised he hadn't cum at your squirming around in his lap for the past half hour, but you both know by now that his restraint is some adepti-level bullshit.

If he so chooses, anyway. Because as Tartaglia licks the edges of his mouth to clean them, Zhongli grinds his cock up against your back and groans in your ear, clearly indulging.

"Ajax, trade places with me?" 

The ginger chuckles and flops back, his expression softening back into Childe. He leans against the headboard to Zhongli's right, by to the edge of the bed. "Sure, xiansheng. Do you want a tur- oof?" 

He's cut off as Zhongli spins you around and drops you on Childe's lap, face to face with the Harbinger. You don't even wait for Zhongli to say anything: you need Childe inside you now. You lift yourself up on still-shaking knees and line his cock up with your hole - definitely loose enough after all that - and sink down with a relieved breath. 

"Hgk." Ajax tosses his head back as he feels you close around him, eyes squeezed shut. You can feel him throbbing inside you immediately, and you take pity on him by not moving immediately. 

"Now, Ajax, while I agree with you on your earlier point, I feel that Y/N also had some valid points." Zhongli leisurely walks around the bed to the other side, on your right. He reaches out and tangles his hand in Ajax's hair, just caressing for the moment. 

"It is your birthday, and you deserve to be made to feel just as special as you've made us both feel today." His eyes flash gold as he tightens his grip and drags the man's head closer to his cock. Ajax goes willingly, eyes glazing over in delight as he opens his mouth and licks under the head. "So let us indulge in you as well," Zhongli says before shoving his dick in Ajax's mouth. 

Ajax chokes around a moan, but you're not worried: you've seen him take rougher and adore it. So you focus instead on finally rolling your hips to soothe the aching burn inside you, moaning without abandon as you get the feeling of fullness you've been craving. Ajax whines as his hips stutter underneath you, and you can tell he won't last long, but that's fine. You're not aiming for another orgasm yourself, you just want him to fill you. 

And he does just a few minutes later when Zhongli shoves his head down and makes him choke on it the way he loves. Ajax's hands tighten around your waist hard enough that you hope they'll bruise later, but you don't let up. You keep rolling your hips and sliding your hole up and down his softening cock, working him into overstimulated whimpers until you hear Zhongli moan out loud as he cums down Ajax's throat. 

Zhongli takes care of most of the cleanup, leaving you with the equally important job of tending to Ajax as you both come out of it. You do recover enough to trade with Zhongli so you can brush your teeth and clean yourself up in the adjacent bathroom, before you collapse into bed together to cuddle Ajax close. You press a sleepy kiss to his shoulder and drift off, content beyond belief.

"Happy birthday, Ajax."

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I glanced at the wiki while writing this and realized that Xinyue Kiosk (aka Yue cuisine) serves mainly seafood? So Zhongli clearly prefers Liuli Pavilion (aka Li cuisine). It makes so much sense in retrospect why they always meet there. I wonder if Li cuisine was also named after him.....?

Did you know there's an official recipe for Tianshu meat? It's in Chinese, but it's pretty cool.

#sagau #genshin sagau #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #genshin smut #OKAY WHY DID THIS TAKE THREE TRIES TO SHOW UP IN THE TAGS #PLEASE #WHAT THE HELL #It might be the link I had to the recipe #actually bc that was in chinese #that's like my only actual theory ;;;

[cssiop]

LA VIE EN ROSE… trent alexander-arnold

part two

trent buys white roses every week in maisie's flower shop, becoming her favourite customer.

trent alexander-arnold x fem!oc word count: 1.9k

other parts

"white roses?" wonders maisie jokingly when she sees trent walking through the door of the shop a few days after the torrential rains that had fallen on liverpool.

he nods with a laugh, "you're getting to know me," the same joking tone animates the corners of his mouth and maisie feels herself melting under his soft irises.

their little chat last time when the scouse weather decided to get wild seems to have made the two young adults more familiar with each other, especially when they realised they were the same age. maisie now feels more comfortable joshing with him than before, although his presence still intimidates her.

"soon i'll know everything about you," she laughs in a fake threatening tone.

trent bursts out laughing as if she had just made the joke of the century, and his eyes take on a special glow. they keep joking and talking about all sorts of things while maisie prepares the bouquet. she thanks her luck, there are not many customers on tuesday mornings so they can chat for longer than usual.

"you have good taste, you know. white roses are beautiful," says maisie as she adjusts the flowers together so that the bouquet is perfectly round.

"you too," trent replies and maisie watches his face break down into an embarrassed expression, "i mean... you have good taste too."

"thank you," maisie is unable to contain her delighted smile followed by a nervous chuckle, "do you know what white roses mean?"

trent shakes his head negatively, scratching the back of his neck, still embarrassed by the awkward moment he has just created, waiting to hear what the girl is thinking next. indeed, he has never wondered about their meanings, trent has just always found them particularly pretty.

"when you give them to someone, it's either as a sign of peace, reconciliation but it can also be a sign of respect when you think very highly of that person," trent smiles when she talks about respect because it fits perfectly with the person he's giving them to. "or, more rarely, we offer them to our secret love, someone we don't dare to admit our feelings to."

trent nods, he doesn't need to, but he thinks the meaning is still very nice. for him, the changing messages depending on the colour you choose shows a remarkable sensitivity that he hopes he has grasped. roses are the language of silent love. trent is a loving person, obviously, he adores them.

"and... how long have you been working here?" changes the subject trent.

"i used to help my grandmother when i was a kid, but it really became my job, i'd say, two years ago, when i moved to liverpool," says maisie.

trent nods, then bites the inside of his cheek, hesitating, "can i ask you where you used to live, or is that too weird? you're allowed not to answer me, i'll understand."

the young man starts scratching the back of his neck again and maisie can't help but smile. this little habit he has of being overly mobile whenever a situation embarrasses him is adorable according to the girl. his complacency touches her a lot, trent truly seems to be a sweet person, shy around the edges.

"no, it's okay," maisie reassures him, "i was in brighton for law school before, but i didn't like it anymore so i moved to liverpool to be closer to my grandmother. i'm from london actually," trent nods thoughtfully as she feels she's laying out her life too much in front of the man who is still a stranger.

just as maisie is about to add something, the bell rings and a customer in her twenties enters the shop. disappointed, she then cashes in trent and hands him his flowers before greeting the new customer, who is left speechless beside the man.

trent is, for sure, very handsome, has a smile that would make anyone fall over, and exudes charisma like no other, but the florist doesn't think that's a reason to be speechless in front of him.

especially since it's so strange.

trent then starts to act weirdly too, he seems to be in more of a hurry than before. in a flash, he has disappeared into the doorway, almost without a goodbye. frowning more, she watches the young woman in the shop close her mouth and pull herself together.

"hello, can i help you?"

"uh, i-, lisianthus please," says the still confused customer.

as she begins to prepare the bouquet, maisie asks, "is everything okay?"

"i guess so," the woman simply replies and the florist blows out a breath and decides to pretend nothing has happened.

her mind is absent all afternoon afterwards because she can't figure out why trent left so quickly. she didn't even have time to write on the little tag and she feels bad about it —maisie doesn't like to do her job halfway.

margaret, who has been in the shop for almost an hour, seems to notice. after cashing in a customer, she approaches her granddaughter before asking, "what's on your mind?"

"nothing. i'm just... tired," maisie finds it hard to explain what happened earlier since she herself has no explanation. her grandmother doesn't insist, and it's for the better.

when she closes the shop at the end of the day, maisie tries to put it out of her mind, but no matter how hard she tries, trent occupies her thoughts.

…

for a fortnight, trent doesn't show up at the belrose boutique, and maisie feels a little sad. she has the impression she did something wrong last time, especially when she thinks about the way he left without saying a word. so immersed in her thoughts and the flowers she is readjusting on the displays, maisie doesn't have the presence of mind to hear footsteps stop behind her.

"what kind of flowers are these?" trent asks as he leans over her shoulder to take a closer look at the bouquet she's holding in her hands, a bouquet that quickly ends up on the ground after the stupor the man's gesture has produced in her. "shit, sorry, i didn't mean to scare you," trent apologizes and the girl picks up the bouquet, getting up at the speed of light.

"uh... chrysanthemums," maisie stammers as she adjusts her hair, still embarrassed that he startled her again.

it's then that she realizes how close they are as they stand facing each other. trent is wearing a multi-colored jumper that must be worth more than the entire shop, accompanied by a long black coat that only he could wear without looking ridiculous, and maisie finds herself even more intimidated by the man. he's not even that tall but the aura he exudes has a way of charming, especially the girl, who can feel her face turning all pink.

for her sake, she takes two small steps back and trent finally greets her as maisie does the same. a small silence ensues where neither of them knows what to say. to be honest, maisie didn't expect to see him again —his departure was so precipitous the last time.

"you came back," the woman simply says with a small smile.

"yeah, i needed a few days to get over the 'you too' thing," laughs trent, still a little embarrassed, and maisie nods to let him know it's nothing. scratching the back of his neck, he continues, "sorry about last time, i left a little fast but i was in a hurry and-"

maisie cuts him off rather quickly, "it's okay, i promise. it's all good."

to tell the truth, the young woman is relieved. he seems sincere in his apology so the fear that it was her fault he left so quickly fades away.

"can i have some white roses then, please?"

as she does every time he comes in, maisie nods and begins her preparations. always finding something to say while waiting for his bouquet to be ready, trent seems unusually quiet this morning, except when he begins to hear the first notes of 'you'll never walk alone' over the shop's speakers.

he wonders, "football fan?"

frowning, maisie is confused, "what?"

trent then proceeds to explain how the song is related to football and especially to the club liverpool.

"oh. my dad is a fan of that club, that's probably why we have that song on the playlist in the shop, he must have added it," she finds herself talking a lot because she's coming to the end of the bouquet but for some reason doesn't want to see trent leave already. "to be honest, i don't know anything about football."

the subject broached, trent straightens up and a smirk appears on his mouth without maisie noticing, "you don't even watch the english team play?"

she huffs and puffs, "i must have watched the final last summer, what was it again?" her memories are hazy, but she had only followed the match with one ear.

"the euro. it was against the italians," trent's words bring back the girl's memory and she lets out a little 'ah yes'.

"do you follow football a lot?" maisie asks so innocently to continue the conversation. trent looks tired behind his small eyes and drawn features —she thinks he is probably having a bad day.

"i think it's cool," he shrugs.

"i think i only know a few of the players on the england squad. like mark rashford, harry keen and, and... and that's it really," she gives a little sorry pout.

her last sentence finally triggers a flash of hilarity in trent, and some of the tension in his shoulders disappears. really, the young man doesn't seem to be himself this morning. maisie smiles at his beautiful laugh, and inwardly applauds herself for having managed to cheer him up —even if she doesn't understand what's so funny.

"it's marcus, not mark and harry kane, not keen," trent corrects her once his laughter has subsided and he can pronounce his words clearly.

maisie's face immediately flushes and she doesn't dare to look the man in the eye anymore. finally, she bursts out laughing too. the situation is quite comical after all, her football knowledge is close to nothing.

"i didn't ask you last time, but why did you stop your studies? well, if it's not too indiscreet," he clears his throat, hoping he hasn't made a blunder, but when she hands him the bouquet with a reassuring smile, his widens with a relieved sigh.

"law school was too much pressure. i think it was definitely not for me. nothing particularly interesting, though."

but trent turns his head negatively, "i don't agree. it's good that you realized that early on. besides, florist suits you better, i think," he inquires and something in his deep voice makes her blush, forcing her to look away.

"thank you," maisie stammers, her cheeks flushing.

they look at each other for a long time, smiling, just separated by a counter and windows full of flowers of all kinds. the radio continues to play the same music in the background, and they seem to be caught up in another world, a dimension where time is suspended. trent suddenly opens his mouth, as if to say something, but is interrupted by the ringing of the bell and the doors opening.

"i've got to go," he murmurs, and grabs his bouquet in a hurry, "i'll be late for work."

with the will to ask him back what he does for a living, she doesn't even have time: trent is already out. so charmed, she doesn't notice the excited whispering of the boy in the red shirt tugging at his mother's jacket.

part 3

#football #football fanfic #football imagine #liverpool fc #football imagines #liverpool #trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold fanfic #trent alexander arnold imagine

[eddieandbird]

Part 1 - The Return of Eddie Munson

Eddie & Bird | Part 2

Dustin plopped himself on his bed, exhaling into a groan as he finally felt every one of his injuries he received during the past few weeks. He sucked his teeth as he rubbed his sprained ankle. Dustin rolled over to grab his walkie and placed it right next to him on his pillow.

“Suzie, do you copy?” he said unenthusiastically.

“Dusty! Oh, how I missed your voice” Suzie giggled. “How’s everyone holding up out there?”

“We’re all doing our best. It’s still depressing as shit, with the whole town falling apart… and Eddie…” Dustin’s voice trailed off as he thought about Eddie.

As much as he idolized and admired Eddie for his sacrifice, Dustin’s feelings were accompanied by anger and sadness. Why did Eddie choose to be so stupid in heroism? Why didn’t he just stick to the plan and protect himself from Vecna’s minions? The thought of Dustin never seeing the mop-headed friend anymore killed a part of him. He felt tears building up in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry Dusty… it must be so hard being a big hero,” Suzie cooed

“Thanks, Suz” Dustin wanted to rant about so much more, but he knew that Suzie didn’t need to be roped even more into this chaos. “Listen, I’m actually kind of tired now, so talk to you later?”

“Okay, till next time Dusty Bun. Love you,” She chirped.

“Love you, Suzie,”

Dustin slammed down the antenna on his walkie and let out a sigh. He let his eyelids fall for a moment, on his way to being taken over by a deep nap. Right as he was about to fall, he was snapped out of it by a light knocking at his window. His eyes shot over to it, seeing a dirt-covered hand adorned with silver rings. Dustin sprung up and quickly stumbled over to open the window. He looked down to see a heavily injured Eddie Munson. 

“Hey Henderson,” Eddie panted. Dustin with eyes wide, grabbed him by the jacket and used the very last of his energy to pull him into his room

“What. The. Fuck… Eddie…” Dustin spat.

Dustin froze for a moment. He examined Eddie from head to toe and thought to himself that he looked awful. Eddie’s hair resembled a drowned rat rather than his usual bouncy curls. He had scratches and bite marks all over his face and neck. His abdomen was wrapped in the old sheets they had used to get through the gate in his trailer. All of his clothes were soaked in blood and his jacket had been torn through so badly, that it looked like one more loose thread would make it fall into pieces.

“It’s good to see you again,” Eddie smirked while catching his breath.

“W-what, h-how… I saw you-“

“I liiiived! I survived! Your favorite DM is back and better than ever,” Eddie chuckled before he fell back onto Dustin’s bed

Dustin stopped worrying for a moment and just smiled at him. He was beyond relieved and excited to have Eddie back. He felt so much pride for him that he was badass enough to fight on his own against the Demobats. But once that feeling subsided, he started to silently freak out once again.

“Eddie… What are we going to do? I literally just told your uncle, Wayne you died,” Dustin grabbed onto his hat in distress. “A-and what do I tell the others? They’re going to lose it!”

“I don’t know, Kid. I didn’t know I was going to make it this far,” Eddie spoke softly, avoiding eye contact. Even though he was relieved to finally be reunited with one of his dedicated Hellfire members, he knew better than to get comfortable. He was still a wanted man running from police and those basketball jock assholes. 

Dustin paused and then said “I need to go talk to Steve. Maybe he’ll know what to do,” he shuffled around to get his backpack and walkie. “You, stay here. Don’t leave and don’t make noise,” Eddie wanted to ask him more questions, but before he could speak, Dustin rushed out of his room, slamming the door behind him.

“Dusty? Everything okay?” Mrs. Henderson called from the kitchen

“Yeah Mom, I gotta go help with a volunteering thing, be back later!” Dustin yelled as he got through the door.

“Please be safe!” she called out after him.

Dustin grabbed his bike from the garage and sped off to Family Video.

~

The front door chimed as Dustin stepped inside the VHS store. He was greeted by both Robin and Steve working at the checkout desk.

“Steve’s baby is here!” Robin exclaimed. “How ya holding up, bud?” Steve hopped over the desk and made his way over to Dustin.

“Hey, hey Henderson. Everything alright?” Steve was always happy to see Dustin, but after all the recent events, he had an odd feeling that there was something off. Robin stayed behind the desk organizing paperwork. Keeping her eyes on the desk, Robin said.

“It’s kinda nice for you to pay us a visit, the store’s been dead all day because duh who wants to rent movies while the world’s falling apart-”

“Eddie’s alive.” Dustin interrupted Robin.

The three stood in silence for a moment. Their minds raced about how this was even possible. Dustin was in tears when he told them about how Eddie ran back to fight Vecna’s bats all by himself. He sadly confessed to Steve that he felt deep guilt for not even trying to carry Eddie’s body through the gate.

“Wait hold on, how? I mean how did he even get back from the Upside Down?” Steve put his hands on his hips, giving Dustin a skeptical look.

“I have no idea, I ran down here as soon as I found him… well it was more like he found me, but whatever! Point is, we need a plan on how to help him. He might need medical attention and more importantly, he needs a place to hide,” Dustin spat in a panic.

“Where is he right now?” Steve asked.

“He’s laying low in my room, but I know he can’t stay there. Mom will find him eventually,” Dustin’s eyes bounced back and forth from Steve to Robin. Steve scratched the back of his head nervously. Suddenly Robin’s eyes lit up.

“I know somewhere we can hide him!” Robin chimed.

#dustin henderson #robin buckley #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #stranger things rp #eddie and bird

[mandiemon3]

The Best Revenge is Living Well- Chapter 8

“Hey,” Mo greeted. “You ready for our lesson?” Izzy turned to look at them from where he stood leaning on the railing of the ship.

“You’re a bit behind schedule. You usually beat me up here.” Izzy didn’t sound upset, just a bit curious.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I wanted to keep an eye on Lucius, make sure he wasn’t acting all weird around the crew.” His expression grew worried. “And?”

Mo took Izzy’s hand, smiling up at him. “And everything’s alright, love. No one commented on anything, and he showed no signs of cracking. He’s doing really well so far. So,” they changed the subject, “what are we working on tonight?”

Izzy cleared his throat, releasing Mo’s hand. “Well, since you’ve recovered from our last fight, I thought we might see how you can handle a sword.” He nodded to a sword he had leaned against a crate behind him.

Mo raised an eyebrow, smiling. “Really? I’m finally getting clearance to fight again?” Izzy nodded, giving a small smile. “Yes!” Mo exclaimed to the night sky, tossing their head back. Izzy laughed, brushing a strand of hair out of their face.

Mo’s smile dropped, remembering something. “What about your hand?” they asked. “It’s still pretty bruised from the whole biting incident.”

Izzy shrugged. “I’ve fought with worse,” he said nonchalantly.

Mo frowned. “I’m sure you have, but that doesn’t mean you should push yourself.”

Izzy smirked. “Think of it this way,” he said, “it’ll level the playing field.” Mo scoffed, making Izzy’s smirk turn into a grin.

“Oh really? That’s how you want to do this?” He nodded smugly. “Okay then, let’s do it. Are we fighting to disarm, or are we allowed minor injuries? You do say that you don’t learn from restraint,” Mo pointed out.

“That’s true,” Izzy said with a small smile, “but I think we both know it’s in your best interest if I show some restraint. Would you be alright with light injuries, just minor scratches and cuts?”

Mo nodded. “Yeah, that sounds fair. Please be careful not to stab me though. That would really put a damper on our relationship.” Izzy chuckled, shaking his head. “You have my word, darling.”

“Alright then, let’s get on with it.” Mo picked up the sword Izzy had brought out of storage for them, giving their partner a mischievous grin.

The pair positioned themselves in the middle of the deck, Izzy rolling up the sleeves of his shirt while Mo messily tugged up their own sleeves.

Once the two were prepared, Izzy drew his sword, giving his partner a moment to take their fighting stance before lunging at them. Mo swiped his sword to the left before counterstriking with a slash aimed at his right shoulder. Izzy stepped back, skillfully dodging. Back and forth they went, attacking and blocking, lunging and evading. Mo was hesitant to attack, not positive that they could hold back the appropriate amount, so they didn’t truly hurt Izzy if their blows landed.

Izzy swung at them, slicing the outer edge of their left bicep. It was a minor cut, not deep enough to warrant stitches, but it dragged Mo out of their thoughts. They stepped forwards quickly, forcing Izzy back as they attacked, still not putting their full strength into their swings, but making sure to stay quick and nimble. Izzy lunged forward, making to stab the outside of Mo’s left leg, but found his blade redirected with a swish, both fighters’ swords held above their heads. Mo took the opportunity to knee Izzy, making him falter as he stumbled backwards. They swung at his right arm, grazing his it as he dodged.

Mo could feel themselves tiring, losing momentum at their high intensity fighting. Their moves began to slow down, losing some of their precision. Izzy picked up on the change, using it to his advantage as he threw attack after attack their way, forcing them backwards until they tripped. Izzy swung his sword, moving to stab towards Mo’s throat, planning to force them to yield, but he was caught off guard as Mo kicked his leg out from under him, making him join them on the deck. Mo scrambled towards him, knocking his sword away and climbing on top of him, tucking their blade under his chin.

Izzy laughed, a full, boisterous laugh. His face was red and wet with sweat, his hair disheveled. His eyes gleamed with a wild light as he gazed up at Mo.

“Does that mean you yield?” they asked, smirking despite their panting breaths.

Izzy laughed again. “Yeah, I guess it does,” he got out, wheezing slightly as he fought for breath.

Mo stilled for a moment before removing their sword from under his chin, noting that he seemed to really like its presence there. They set it to the side before leaning down, brushing hair out of Izzy’s face and kissing him. He kissed back fiercely, sitting up to hold them on his lap, arms wrapped firmly around them, holding them in place. Mo knotted a hand in his hair, enjoying the small sound he made at the contact.

Realizing what they were doing, Mo pulled back, using Izzy’s hair as leverage to keep him from following them as they broke the kiss. Both red in the face, they panted as they struggled to catch their breath, leaning against each other. Once their heart rate had begun to slow down, Mo moved off of Izzy’s lap, settling down to sit next to him instead, greatly enjoying the red that still stained his face, knowing that their own was probably just as dark.

“Sorry, love,” Mo said. “Think you would agree that this isn’t the place for that though.” They smirked as a new wave of red washed over Izzy’s face and he looked down, unable to meet their gaze. They took his hand, clasping it with both of their own before raising it to kiss his knuckles.

Mo felt laughter bubbling up, their victory over the famed swordsman beginning to sink in. Izzy glanced at them, confusion written across his face. “I beat you,” they explained breathlessly. They laid down with a groan, releasing his hand to run their fingers through their hair, brushing it out of their eyes. “Black Pete’s going to shit his pants when I tell him. Ah, who am I kidding, no one would ever believe me. Maybe Frenchie, but no one else.” Izzy frowned. “I think they’d believe you. To be fair though, I was holding back. Didn’t want to break my promise and do you any real harm.” Mo reached out to hold his hand, feeling around on the deck until they found it. “I know, love,” they said. “If we met on opposing ships, I’m sure I’d be dead. Still though, this is a big deal, even if you do have an injured hand and an unwillingness to kill me. Do you think anyone else from my crew could have done that?”

Izzy snorted. “No way in hell. This lot wouldn’t know which end to hold a sword by.”

Mo ignored his quip about their crew, knowing it was closer to fact than fiction. They sighed. “It’s been ages since I’ve fought with a sword. I missed it, a bit.”

“You going to tell me how you know how to fight like that?” “You going to ask?” Mo retorted.

Izzy rolled his eyes, tilting his head to the side to look at them.

Mo paused, trying to decide how much to reveal. “I used to practice with my sibling,” they started to explain, sitting back up. “We would practice with sticks when we were little, but he always took it very seriously, insisting that if we were going to do it, we were going to do it right.” They snorted. “He was always really bad at it. He’s a lot bigger than me, very strong, but can’t maneuver for shit. He would always just yell ‘sweep the leg’ and lunge at me, but I don’t think he ever actually hit my leg, not even once. He could only ever beat me by clipping my finger or something so I couldn’t use my dominant hand. Never was able to get me in the abdomen for a kill shot.” Mo paused. “When we got older and he started getting in trouble around town, he stole us two swords off some people who docked nearby. He wanted us to be prepared in case anything bad happened.” “Because of the people around your town?” Izzy asked gently, rubbing their back, frowning at how tense the muscles were.

Mo nodded hesitantly. “Yeah. In part. We have a brother, too.” They grimaced, playing with their hands. “Not a good person. He, uh, he’s the main reason why I react to things the way I do. So, y’know, you can blame me biting you on him.” They have a halfhearted chuckle. “Anyway, we, uh, had to be ready for the worst. So, we practiced with our swords. I was never great, but I’d say I did better than Mal. We also did manual fighting, and archery.” They grinned, looking over at Izzy. “I’m actually really good at archery, not that you’re ever likely to see me shoot a bow out here.” Their grin faded, slowly being replaced by a frown. “I wanted to start practicing knife work when I had to leave. I had just gotten a set of knives that day, but there was no time. I, uh, haven’t seen my sibling since I left.” They wiped at their eyes, not realizing that they had started crying until they felt water hit their lap. Their voice began to shake, their hands balling into tight fights as they fought to keep it level. “I hope he’s doing alright out there, wherever he is. He’s strong, and kind, but he was always the type to get into stupid fights with everyone he met. Never had any common sense.”

Mo laughed sadly, wiping at their eyes. “Now I’m rambling. Gods, this is why I don’t talk about these things. Once I start, it all just bubbles up again.” They held their face in their hands, trying to hold back the sobs that threatened to tear through their body, not wanting anyone to see them cry, not even Izzy.

Mo jolted when they felt hands on their sides, looking up to see Izzy pulling them closer, maneuvering them to sit between his legs and lean against his chest. They whimpered as he held them, rubbing their back and shushing them, whispering reassurances. They clung to his shirt, as if they were afraid something would rip them apart.

“If your sibling is anything like you,” Izzy said gently, “I’m sure he’s doing just fine. Is there any chance he joined a ship when things went south, or went somewhere else to hide?” Mo sniffled. “I guess. We both always talked about going to the sea as a backup plan, if things got too bad, but it was always hard to tell when he was being serious. He always fancied the idea of being a pirate.” Mo pulled away slightly, just enough to look up at Izzy. They smiled, despite the salty trail of tears running down their face. “He would love you.” Izzy smiled, his eyes soft. “A real pirate, the first mate of Blackbeard no less. That alone would blow his mind, but I think he’d like you for you, too. Might take him some time, but he’d get there.” “I’ll be content with just you liking me, for now.” Mo kissed his cheek before settling back down against his chest, trailing their fingers along his throat absentmindedly.

“When shit hit the fan, jumping a ship was the only thing I could think of,” Mo continued. “I panicked and just headed for the docks. It took a while to find a ship that would take me, even had to stow away a few times before I found Stede. I didn’t have time to find Mal, to make sure he was okay. I just had to get out of there alive, that was all I could manage. But we always did think alike, even if I am a bit better at it. Who knows, maybe he’s drifting along somewhere with his own crew.” Mo smiled faintly. “Maybe he has his own partner now. Someone to take care of and take care of him. Someone to love.” They wrapped their arms around Izzy, smiling as they felt his heart rate speed up through his leathers. “That’s the way I want to imagine him. Out on the sea, free, with friends who will protect him and pick him up when he’s down. Maybe we’ll cross paths with him someday.” Mo sighed. “I wonder if he’s looked for me,” they whispered.

Izzy tilted their face up to look at him, giving them a soft kiss as he cradled their head in his hand. When they pulled apart, he rested their foreheads together. “He’d be crazy not to,” he said. His voice was low and soft, his eyes brimming with emotion. Mo pulled him back down for another kiss, tangling their hand in his thick hair. They poured all of their affection into the kiss, wanting him to feel how much he meant to them, how much they appreciated him. They pulled back after a few moments, smiling when they saw Izzy’s slightly flustered expression.

“C’mon,” Mo whispered. “We shouldn’t be doing this out here either, where anyone could find us.” They laughed, resting their forehead against Izzy’s shoulder. “I think even the Swede could figure out that this isn’t how you normally act with the crew.” Mo pressed a kiss to the swallow tattoo on Izzy’s neck before clambering to their feet. Once steadied, they offered a hand to Izzy, pulling him up with a heave to stand beside them.

Mo sighed, rubbing away the last of their tears with a sniffle before running a hand through their hair. “I guess I should probably head for bed,” they said, the crack in their voice betraying their reluctance to say goodnight.

Izzy opened his mouth to say something before seeming to think better of it. He tried again, managing to get out a few words. “Would you like to spend the night in my cabin again?” He blushed furiously. “It…wouldn’t be very polite of me, to send you to bed upset.” Mo smiled. “I’m sure you’re asking for that reason alone, and not at all because you enjoyed my company last night.” They reached out to cup Izzy’s face, rubbing their fingers along his jaw, enjoying feeling the heat from his blush and his scruff. “Do you want me to spend the night with you again?” they asked gently. “I’d love to, but only if you want me to, not because you feel you need to.”

Izzy turned a brighter shade of red. “I-I would like you to,” he stammered out.

Mo gave him a brief but passionate kiss before taking his hand. “Come on then, let’s go.” They grinned at his stunned expression, gently leading him towards the door leading below deck.

The two walked down the winding hallways, still holding hands. Halfway to his cabin, Izzy stopped, cupping Mo’s face and leaning down to whisper in their ear, his hot breath tickling them.

“I need to go get Buttons for night watch. How about you get dressed for bed? I’ll meet you at my cabin.”

Mo nodded. “Yes, sir,” they replied quietly. “Don’t be too long.” Izzy smiled, cradling the back of their head and pressing a kiss to their forehead.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

The two parted, reluctantly letting go of each other to head their separate ways. Mo walked quickly to the room the crew shared, slowly cracking open the door and sliding in, not wanting to let in excess light. Most of the crew had already fallen asleep, with a few still shifting slightly as they dozed off.

Mo crept across the room to their spot next to Frenchie to pick up their sleep clothes from where they had left them folded on top of their blankets. They rolled their eyes, unable to stop a small smile, when they saw Roach had flopped over onto their spot, his mouth open as he snored softly. They squinted, trying to see if he was laying on top of their clothes, dreading the idea of having to shift the cook. Right when they were ready to give up hope and attempt to roll over their friend, they saw that Frenchie was clutching their sleep clothes to his chest like a teddy bear, sleeping peacefully.

Mo crouched down, brushing a curly strand of hair out of Frenchie’s face. His nose twitched as he gave a light snore. Mo felt a pang, part of them wishing they could stay with Frenchie. As much as they were excited to spend the night with Izzy, it felt odd going two nights in a row without cuddling up to their best friend. They hoped he didn’t feel their absence the way they did. They didn’t want him to feel displaced from their life.

Mo sighed. They kissed their fingers, pressing it to Frenchie’s temple, before slowly moving to retrieve their sleep clothes. Thankfully, Frenchie had a loose grasp on the pants, but Mo quickly found they would have to uncross his arms to be able to take back their shirt. They decided to leave the shirt, not wanting to disturb Frenchie’s sleep or leave him with nothing of theirs in case he woke up during the night. Mo brushed their thumb along his eyebrow, finding comfort in his peaceful sleeping face, before slowly raising up to their feet. They carefully made their way back across the room and snuck out into the hallway, their sleep pants folded into a bundle tucked under their arm.

Mo walked back to Izzy’s cabin, trying their best to be quiet and quick. They knocked when they reached the door, not wanting to burst in and startle Izzy if he had beat them there. When there was no response they opened the door, stepping inside quickly before closing the door behind them. They moved to Izzy’s desk to find the materials to light his lantern. Finding what they needed, they quickly lit the wick, taking a moment to let their eyes adjust to the new light source.

Once they could see properly, Mo began to get undressed. They started with their accessories, taking off their belt that held the sheath to their dagger, setting it on one of Izzy’s chairs, along with their dark green vest, which they folded neatly. They were sitting on the bed, unlacing their boots, when Izzy opened the door. He came in quickly, closing the door behind him.

“Sorry,” he said, once he was inside. “I should have knocked. I didn’t realize that you could be changing.”

Mo smiled. “No worries, love.” They slipped off their boots, tucking them under the chair holding their weapons, before crossing the room to Izzy. They wrapped their arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, smiling against his lips as he wrapped his arms around their waist. He chuckled when they broke apart.

“What was that for?” he asked, grinning.

Mo shrugged. “For being you.” They began to release him, letting their hands slide off his neck and down to his chest. Izzy grabbed one of their hands, pressing a kiss to the back of it before letting it go.

Mo took a few steps back and returned to their task of undressing, beginning to undo the laces of their pants.

“W-what are you doing?” Izzy stammered, blushing furiously and averting his eyes, bringing his hand up to shade his eyes for good measure.

Mo laughed, pausing their work. “I’m just getting changed into my sleep pants, Iz. Nothing more.” Izzy didn’t move his hand, still not looking. “Babe, you don’t have to do that, you know.” Mo walked over to him, slowly pulling down his hand to give him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m not getting naked or anything, just changing my pants. It’s not a big deal. If you’re uncomfortable, just let me know, and I can go change somewhere else.”

Izzy frowned, shaking his head. “No,” he finally said. “That’s not necessary. Do whatever you need to.” “Are you sure you’re okay?” Mo asked gently. “It’s really not a big deal if you’re not.”

“No, no, I’m alright.” Izzy gave a small smile, face still pink. “Go on, I’ll get undressed too.”

Mo smiled softly as Izzy removed the belt slung across his chest, setting it on the desk like he had the night before. They began working on the drawstrings of their pants again, thinking about how nice it was to be so casual with Izzy, both of them getting ready for bed together. It felt domestic, like something they could get used to one day.

Mo began to slip off their trousers, smirking slightly when Izzy casually glanced over. They could tell that he was being careful not to look too long, not wanting to be caught staring. They grabbed their sleep pants and stepped into them, pulling them up and tying them securely. They picked up their discarded pants, taking a small drawstring bag out of one of the pockets before folding the pants and setting them with the rest of their clothes. Finally, they slipped off their rings, pressing a kiss to their most important one, before putting them in the drawstring bag and tightening it, setting it on the table.

Having finished getting ready for bed, Mo turned their attention to Izzy. He’d removed his vest and the ties at the elbows of his shirt, along with his singular glove and the belt that held his sword, but the rest of his outfit remained. Mo loosened his tie, giving him a kiss as they did. They lifted the tie over his head, setting it down on his desk, before starting to work on the buttons of his shirt.

“This is nice,” Izzy said, letting them take over the task.

Mo smiled, not looking up. “What is?” Izzy rubbed his hands up their back.

“This. Us.”

Mo smile widened. “Can’t say I disagree.” They undid the last button of his shirt, snaking their arms into it to wrap around his back and pressing a kiss to his exposed shoulder. They nuzzled their face into his neck, enjoying the skin to skin contact and the way Izzy let out a little sigh.

“I wish we could be like this every night,” Mo whispered. Izzy hummed, rubbing their back. “Even if I was invited back though, the crew would definitely realize that something’s going on if I were gone for a third night in a row. Even Pete might be able to start piecing things together, and he’s not the best when it comes to reading people.” They sighed, pulling Izzy closer. “It’s probably best for this to be our last night together, at least for a while.”

Izzy grunted, moving a hand to stroke Mo’s hair. “I’d be lying if I said I won’t miss you, but I agree that we shouldn’t push our luck.”

Mo turned their head to look up at him, propping their chin on his chest, enjoying the feeling of Izzy’s fingers in their hair. “Should we go to bed then?” they asked. “There shouldn’t be any more unexpected visits from my friends,” they added with a soft laugh.

Izzy scoffed lightly before a smile took over his face. “I should hope not. Your lot are very involved.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” “It is when they come knocking in the middle of the night, disturbing us.” Mo bit back a smile. “To be fair to Frenchie, he thought I was holed away somewhere, hiding from the big bad First Mate Hands.” They toyed with the button at the collar of the shirt he still wore. “He had no way to know we’d made up.” Izzy frowned. “Did he really think I would hurt you?” Mo didn’t know how to answer. “Not physically, probably, not for me, but he definitely thought you could hurt me emotionally.” Izzy’s frown deepened. “You do have a bit of a reputation for being overly hard on the crew,” they continued, choosing their words carefully. “I get that they’re not up to your standards, or most people’s standards, and you think being hard on them will force them to behave, to follow your orders.” Mo sighed. “They’re just not like that though, love. You’re just alienating yourself more, giving them less and less trust in you.” Izzy stiffened slightly, and Mo wondered if they had pushed too far.

“What I mean is, you just haven’t given them a chance to see your good side,” they continued, wanting to end on a good note. “They’d like you if you gave them a chance.”

“I doubt that will happen,” Izzy replied, voice bleak and eyes distant.

Mo lifted their head, looking at him properly. “What?” they asked. “You giving them a chance, or them liking you?”

Izzy shook his head. “Either. Both,” he replied shortly, wanting to drop the subject.

“Hey.” Mo reached out, grabbing his chin to force him to meet their eyes. “They’d love you.” Their gaze was fierce, daring him to argue with them. “They’d love how devoted you are, if they only realized it. How much you give of yourself to make this ship run smoothly. They’d love your humor if it wasn’t always turned against them, and that razor sharp wit of yours. They’d love to learn from you if they felt safe enough to ask.” Mo adjusted their grip, holding Izzy’s head with both hands. “They’d love you, darling. Let them in, or don’t, that’s your business, but don’t sell yourself short.”

Izzy’s eyes had hazed over slightly, and he gave a small sniffle. Mo released their grip on his head with a sigh, whispering “Come on,” to lead him to his bed. They sat down, patting the spot next to them for him to sit, cradling him against their chest when he did. They ran their fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp while he clung to them. They gave no reaction to his quiet whimpers, not wanting to embarrass the proud man. They pressed a slow kiss to the top of his head, moving their hand to rub up and down his back while the other held him close. Slowly, his breathing calmed and his whimpers faded.

“How are you doing?” Mo asked tentatively, voice barely above a whisper.

Izzy sighed, not sure how to answer. “I think I just need sleep,” he mumbled after a few moments of silence.

“Alright, darling. Let’s get this shirt off of you, and you can rest.” Mo carefully scootched away from the man, not wanting to make him uncomfortable with any sudden movements. They carefully pushed his linen shirt off his shoulders, folding it carefully as they stood up and crossed to the desk. They made their way back to the bed, pulling the covers over their partner as he slowly laid back to rest his head on his pillow, sitting next to him before leaning over to extinguish the flame of the lantern. They laid down fully, tucking themselves under the covers before wrapping their arms around Izzy, gently cradling him as though he could break if touched too roughly.

“Thank you.” The words were whispered, raspy as they came from Izzy, much more so than his usual voice. Mo pressed a kiss to his forehead, shushing him as he began to doze off.

#izzy hands #ofmd #izzy hands x oc #izzy hands x reader #ofmd izzy #original character #my writing

[eddienbird]

Part 1 - The Return of Eddie Munson

Eddie & Bird [Photo] Part 2

Dustin plopped himself on his bed, exhaling into a groan as he finally felt every one of his injuries he received during the past few weeks. He sucked his teeth as he rubbed his sprained ankle. Dustin rolled over to grab his walkie and placed it right next to him on his pillow.

“Suzie, do you copy?” he said unenthusiastically.

“Dusty! Oh, how I missed your voice” Suzie giggled. “How’s everyone holding up out there?”

“We’re all doing our best. It’s still depressing as shit, with the whole town falling apart… and Eddie…” Dustin’s voice trailed off as he thought about Eddie.

As much as he idolized and admired Eddie for his sacrifice, Dustin’s feelings were accompanied by anger and sadness. Why did Eddie choose to be so stupid in heroism? Why didn’t he just stick to the plan and protect himself from Vecna’s minions? The thought of Dustin never seeing the mop-headed friend anymore killed a part of him. He felt tears building up in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry Dusty… it must be so hard being a big hero,” Suzie cooed

“Thanks, Suz” Dustin wanted to rant about so much more, but he knew that Suzie didn’t need to be roped even more into this chaos. “Listen, I’m actually kind of tired now, so talk to you later?”

“Okay, till next time Dusty Bun. Love you,” She chirped.

“Love you, Suzie,”

Dustin slammed down the antenna on his walkie and let out a sigh. He let his eyelids fall for a moment, on his way to being taken over by a deep nap. Right as he was about to fall, he was snapped out of it by a light knocking at his window. His eyes shot over to it, seeing a dirt-covered hand adorned with silver rings. Dustin sprung up and quickly stumbled over to open the window. He looked down to see a heavily injured Eddie Munson. 

“Hey Henderson,” Eddie panted. Dustin with eyes wide, grabbed him by the jacket and used the very last of his energy to pull him into his room

“What. The. Fuck… Eddie…” Dustin spat.

Dustin froze for a moment. He examined Eddie from head to toe and thought to himself that he looked awful. Eddie’s hair resembled a drowned rat rather than his usual bouncy curls. He had scratches and bite marks all over his face and neck. His abdomen was wrapped in the old sheets they had used to get through the gate in his trailer. All of his clothes were soaked in blood and his jacket had been torn through so badly, that it looked like one more loose thread would make it fall into pieces.

“It’s good to see you again,” Eddie smirked while catching his breath.

“W-what, h-how… I saw you-“

“I liiiived! I survived! Your favorite DM is back and better than ever,” Eddie chuckled before he fell back onto Dustin’s bed

Dustin stopped worrying for a moment and just smiled at him. He was beyond relieved and excited to have Eddie back. He felt so much pride for him that he was badass enough to fight on his own against the Demobats. But once that feeling subsided, he started to silently freak out once again.

“Eddie… What are we going to do? I literally just told your uncle, Wayne you died,” Dustin grabbed onto his hat in distress. “A-and what do I tell the others? They’re going to lose it!”

“I don’t know, Kid. I didn’t know I was going to make it this far,” Eddie spoke softly, avoiding eye contact. Even though he was relieved to finally be reunited with one of his dedicated Hellfire members, he knew better than to get comfortable. He was still a wanted man running from police and those basketball jock assholes. 

Dustin paused and then said “I need to go talk to Steve. Maybe he’ll know what to do,” he shuffled around to get his backpack and walkie. “You, stay here. Don’t leave and don’t make noise,” Eddie wanted to ask him more questions, but before he could speak, Dustin rushed out of his room, slamming the door behind him.

“Dusty? Everything okay?” Mrs. Henderson called from the kitchen

“Yeah Mom, I gotta go help with a volunteering thing, be back later!” Dustin yelled as he got through the door.

“Please be safe!” she called out after him.

Dustin grabbed his bike from the garage and sped off to Family Video.

~

The front door chimed as Dustin stepped inside the VHS store. He was greeted by both Robin and Steve working at the checkout desk.

“Steve’s baby is here!” Robin exclaimed. “How ya holding up, bud?” Steve hopped over the desk and made his way over to Dustin.

“Hey, hey Henderson. Everything alright?” Steve was always happy to see Dustin, but after all the recent events, he had an odd feeling that there was something off. Robin stayed behind the desk organizing paperwork. Keeping her eyes on the desk, Robin said.

“It’s kinda nice for you to pay us a visit, the store’s been dead all day because duh who wants to rent movies while the world’s falling apart-”

“Eddie’s alive.” Dustin interrupted Robin.

The three stood in silence for a moment. Their minds raced about how this was even possible. Dustin was in tears when he told them about how Eddie ran back to fight Vecna’s bats all by himself. He sadly confessed to Steve that he felt deep guilt for not even trying to carry Eddie’s body through the gate.

“Wait hold on, how? I mean how did he even get back from the Upside Down?” Steve put his hands on his hips, giving Dustin a skeptical look.

“I have no idea, I ran down here as soon as I found him… well it was more like he found me, but whatever! Point is, we need a plan on how to help him. He might need medical attention and more importantly, he needs a place to hide,” Dustin spat in a panic.

“Where is he right now?” Steve asked.

“He’s laying low in my room, but I know he can’t stay there. Mom will find him eventually,” Dustin’s eyes bounced back and forth from Steve to Robin. Steve scratched the back of his head nervously. Suddenly Robin’s eyes lit up.

“I know somewhere we can hide him!” Robin chimed.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #dustin henderson #steve harrington #robin buckley #stranger things #stranger things fanfic

[wind-becomes-lightning]

When we are older

Day 4 :) Angst again just for you guys. This got... very very very long.. oops! I had the idea while ago when I listened to a lot of Bastille, so its all based on their song "Laughter Lines"

Team Minato Gen Fic ahah

10358 words (oops!)

warning for all canon compliant events.

Ao3 link [x]

for @teamminatoweek Day 4: (Platonic) Soulmates

“Don’t worry,” Rin said and a self assured smile painted her face, “There is nothing we can’t do as long as we are all three together.”

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You took me to your favourite place on earth,

To see the tree they cut down ten years from your birth.

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It was a warm and sunny day, wind lightly blowing in their faces from the east as Team Minato decided to take a rest under a big acorn tree on their way back to the village. Their last mission had just ended successfully and neither of them had been injured majorly, which always delighted Rin and when Rin was happy, all the others were also uplifted from her good mood alone. They were now half way back home and as long as the sun continued to shine like this the rest would be equally as pleasant as the journey so far.

The three children sat down and leaned against the large tree, all of them sitting side by side so close together that they could have almost held hands. Kakashi still shied away a little from physical touch, but his aversion to it had already improved quite some since he had become their teammate. Rin sat in the middle, otherwise the boys would have never agreed to sit so close together, though they both still enjoyed it.

Minato-sensei sat not far from them in the shadows, cleaning out his special kunai. He enjoyed having them fast and at hand, for him every second counted. He didn’t get his nickname for nothing. The Yellow Flash really was the fastest shinobi around. Kakashi had wondered if there was even anybody out there who could ever match him. It seemed unbelievable to him that Minato would ever be late to anything, which was partly the reason why Kakashi couldn’t understand why sensei would allow someone like Obito to delay travel plans all the time by coming in late.

“I’m just so happy”, Rin said out of the blue and into the silence, a big smile on her face “With you guys, you know? With us.” Kakashi kept his eyes closed, but he silently agreed when Obito let out a confused: “Where is this coming from?”

Rin shifted a little so that she could pull both boys into a closer hug. Kakashi’s head bumped into Obito’s and he opened his eyes to glare at the other boy for a moment before Rin spoke again: “I just think we are well matched, you know? I don’t think any mission with the three of us together could ever go wrong. It hasn’t in the past and I’m positive it won’t in the future!”

Both boys started their usual rebellious murmuring, too embarrassed to admit that what she said was true to some extent. Kakashi was always annoyed by Obito’s constant questioning and lateness and general loudmouth, but the loud mouth and questioning had gained them intel more times than he cared to admit. Plus, he knew Obito admired Kakashi’s skill and they worked well together when they were fighting in sync. They had trained with each other so often that it had become second nature.

“With him?” Obito said loudly and turned his head away. “Never! I wish we could have someone our age in the team, not such a baby.”

“Pah,” Kakashi spat back instantly, “If there is a baby here it is you. At least I don’t need glasses to not cry all the time.”

“I have sensitive eyes, alright?” Obito waved the hand that was not pressed against Rin around and frowned. 

Kakashi rolled his dark eyes: “Always the same excuses. You can’t even own up to-”

“Guys!”

Rin for some reason was never annoyed at them bickering, in fact, it seemed to just make her laugh when they did. It was magical, they could fight about the smallest things when they were alone, spit and bite and scratch each other, but as soon as Rin turned up they buried every argument instantly. So instead of scolding them she just laughed heartily and said: “You guys can never slow down, can’t you? That is why I like being in the middle of both of you. Somehow you get along better when Minato-sensei and I are around.”

Kakashi couldn’t argue with that, as much as he wanted to throw another slight at Obito. Instead he enjoyed listening to Rins laugh. “I just think it is a one in a million chance” the girl continued, “A Team like this, you know? I know they match us up according to relative skill, but others didn’t find together as easy as us” Nice of her to ignore every issue Kakashi and Obito continued to have with each other, Kakashi thought.

“Minato-sensei is also such an excellent shinobi, heralded as a hokage candidate by many. I got so lucky, we got so lucky. It is almost like it was destiny. Like we are soulmates, you know?” Rin pressed both boys against her side again.

Kakashi and Obito exchanged a look, the older boy grumbled: “D-Don’t be sappy, Rin.” He had a slight blush on his cheeks. Kakashi almost agreed, but held back not only because agreeing with anything Obito said was against his nature, but also because Rin seemed happy and when she was happy all of them were happy. Maybe she really believed in what she said and if she really did, Kakashi felt like taking it away from her just wasn’t right.

Instead Kakashi let his eyes wander over the field in front of him, the grass moving by the wind. They found Minato-sensei still working on his kunai, a content smile on his face. The way he seemed so at peace with himself reminded Kakashi suddenly of his father in a way he couldn’t quite explain. He closed his eyes and thought of Sakumo and though the pain still stung a little it felt far away now. 

He didn’t notice how relaxed he felt here with Rin and Obito by his side until he fell asleep.

_

Our fingers traced in circles round its history,

We brushed our hands right back in time through centuries.

_

They moved on a few hours after that, Kakashi didn’t know how long it was exactly, but the sun had moved over the sky to the west slowly. Minato woke all three of them with a kind smile, explaining to them that if they left now they would all make it back to Konoha before dark. So they packed their stuff together and left the safety of their shady, comfortable acorn tree.

Obito was in a good mood now too, chatting away about whatever his mind could latch onto. Today’s topic seemed to be his personal growth as a shinobi since he had taken the chunin exams a few months ago. He neglected to mention that he had failed the first time around and just barely made it the second time too. “I’m going to be the greatest Hokage”, Obito said, banging a fist against his chest, “Everybody will know my name, they will fear me.”

Kakashi rolled his eyes and cleared his throat audibly. Obito put up a finger at him: “What do you want, bakashi?” Kakashi theatrically shrugged his shoulders like he always did when Obito started getting aggressive at him. It was sort of like a routine they were going through for the fun of it.

“You won’t ever be Hokage,” Kakashi yawned, “You’re never going to be strong enough for that, no matter how much you train.” He paused to watch the effect his words had on Obito, who’s face moved into a frown, with his finger still raised in the air. Kakashi looked away to prepare for the final blow: “You don’t even have the sharingan yet.”

That was something of an open wound for Obito. Other Uchiha had developed this innate ability already as children, but he was entering his teenage years without having it yet. Kakashi had seen him stare intensely at his own mirror image to somehow cohere the sharingan out of hiding, but to no avail. Obito took a step forward at Kakashi now, both hands pulled together in fists. “I’ll show you how strong I am, damned scarecrow”, he said.

Before he could land a punch Rin had already stepped in between them, one of her hands grabbing Obitos lifted arm and the other grabbing Kakashi’s wrist. “Guys,” she said sternly looking with furrowed brows from one boy to the other, “Enough.” 

Her voice was clear and there was no room left for arguments, just the way she always talked when Obito and Kakashi were close to using their fists to settle their arguments, but Kakashi could clearly see the corner of her mouth was raised just a little. Rin somehow got endless pleasure out of the four of them doing anything together, even if it was arguing. 

“Apologise for what you said Kakashi,” she said and pulled on Kakashi’s sleeve. He really didn’t want to. “What I said is the truth”, he murmured instead of the asked for apology. Obito’s reply came immediately: “Ha!”

“Apologise!” Rin repeated, a little more sternly this time and Kakashi gave up his fake resistance. “Sorry Obito,” he said and didn’t even try to sound sincere. “I’m sure you’ll get your sharingan someday between now and your deathbed, which, when you consider all your “skills” probably is soon.”

Obito waved the hand around in a fist that was not held down by Rin and started throwing out a tirade of reply insults, but Kakashi wasn’t listening. Rin shook her head dramatically and sighed. “Minato-sensei”, she called for him and the teacher turned around to look at all of them. “Do you think the two of them will always be like that?” 

Minato laughed at the question, a sound that always was good coming from him. He had such a sunny face that was at its best when it was either focusing on a target or smiling, or both. Kakashi admired his teacher secretly, which went all the way back to him appearing right after the funeral of Kakashi’s father. “I think the two of them will still bicker with each other when they are old and long retired,” Minato laughed and waved with his hand. “And you, Rin, will always have to be there to get them to stop.”

Rin sighed deeply at that reply, but then she grabbed both boys’ arms a little tighter still: “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Once again Kakashi felt it impossible to disagree with her statement. Too long after Sakumo’s death had he felt nothing but emptiness inside, but since he was with this team on mission he suddenly could feel things again. He wouldn’t mind keeping this forever.

– 

As you held me down, you said:

– 

Minato-sensei pulled them all in a big hug once they had safely made it back home. He looked with a wide grin from one to the next and back. “I’m so proud of our work together,” he said and sounded like he meant it. Kakashi usually hated these public displays of affection his teacher forced on him, but today he was in a good mood. On the way home Rin had continued having her arms linked to him and Obito, dragging them along to force them to no longer fight. It felt homely.

“When Kakashi finally becomes Jounin and I can’t lead you guys anymore I will miss you so much,” Minato continued and let go of them to give them a moment to breathe. There had been rumours for a while now that Kakashi would be promoted quite soon, the council just wasn’t sure if they should allow a 12 year old to take the tests that were required for it. They weren’t worried about his skill, but more of how emotionally ready he was for the task.

Obito groaned and threw his hands behind his head. “Why does Bakashi, who is by the way younger than me, get promoted before me? I think that’s not fair.” He mentioned this everytime the topic of Kakashi’s promotion came up.

“You took two times to become Chuunin, what makes you think you could pass this exam easily,” Kakashi bantered back and raised a brow provocatively. “While I did it on my first try and I was only 9!” He would have probably done it earlier than that if he’d been allowed to take the exam right after his graduation, but the council had decided in this case that he needed to wait a few years.

It was once again Rin who stepped in between them, taking both their hands and making Obito blush in the process. “Minato-sensei”, she said with a smile to their teacher, “We will also miss working with you.” She pressed both boy’s hands to indicate that she was not allowing any disagreement to her words.

Minato smiled and put his hand over the top of her head: “You will have to look after yourselves.”

“Don’t worry,” Rin said and a self assured smile painted her face, “There is nothing we can’t do as long as we are all three together.”

And though Kakashi hated this public display of affection he could not deny that what she was saying was true. They worked together better than any machine. Minato-sensei was a big part of that machine, but he wasn’t all that was needed. The three of them could always get out of any situation, as long as they stuck together and relied on each other. 

Yes, Kakashi thought a little bitterly, that also included the idiot Obito.

_

“I’ll see you in the future when we’re older

And we are full of stories to be told.

_

There was so much dust everywhere. A big cloud hung low over him, and he coughed to free his lungs from it. Kakashi’s ears were ringing still from the sudden, loud noise that had encompassed him just seconds before and his head was hurting as if it was split apart. Clearly, the wound around his eye had opened up again, he could feel the blood flow out even with the bandages on. He would need to ask Rin to drape it new once he came back to his senses.

Slowly, very slowly, as if every little movement hurt more than the last, he finally opened his functioning eye and through the blur that was still laying over it he could see Rin right in front of him. That meant she had made it out in time, which was good. He scanned the crater behind her and couldn't see an enemy. Maybe they had gotten rid of them. Sounds slowly returned to his ears and he could hear shallow breathing not far from him.

What he saw was so hard to believe that he blinked two more times to take it in. Obito laid next to him, half of his body crushed under a large boulder. There was blood right under him and dripping out of his mouth. Kakashi froze as he saw this, his heartbeat loud and steady in his ear. This was not real, he thought. It had to be a genjutsu.

He jumped forward quickly and reached out to Obito’s free hand and pressed it. “Obito, no-” he whispered and pulled on the other boy, but no matter how much he did, the body would not move. This couldn’t be. Kakashi could feel hot tears in his eyes and shook them away. He was the leader of this mission! He had a responsibility to bring his entire team back home.

Just like Minato-sensei had predicted, he had been promoted to Jounin not long after their last mission. It was war time and as such young soldiers were always needed and Kakashi was seen as mature for his age so he had been given this privilege. But this mission, his first mission as leader, had gone horribly wrong as soon as Rin had been kidnapped. Obito and Kakashi had argued, gone separate ways and then found each other again anyway. But his indecision had cost Kakshi one of his eyes.

Rin had always said they were at their best when they were together and maybe she had been right and it had been Kakashi’s mistake from the beginning to break that up, maybe he deserved failing his first mission as a Jounin so hard that he lost one of his eyes in the process. But Obito did not deserve to die here, not to save Kakashi, when Kakashi had been so bad at taking care of him.

Somehow Obito seemed completely calm in his current position. He let Kakashi hold his hand without as much as a word and watched him from below. Once more Kakashi felt like his polar opposite. In his head the chaos reigned. He was going through all the jutsu he had learned in his young years and wondered if there was one that could crush a boulder as large as this one. His chaka had been depleted a lot already though, he had overdone it in the fight to free Rin. 

“If only sensei were here,” Kakashi could feel the sobs coming in, the tears choking up his throat., “If only it wasn’t me who was leading this mission. I did everything wrong, I’m so sorry Obito, I’m so sorry.” He continued apologising a few more times until Obito weakly pressed his hand and shook his head so little that it was almost invisible.

Rin let out a wince. She was standing not too far from them and looked as if she was frozen in place, unable to come closer to look at the wreckage in front of her. “Don’t worry,” Obito said and his eyes went from her to Kakashi, “I don’t feel the other side anymore. I’m actually not in pain at all.”

Kakashi felt sick at seeing him so content. He wanted to turn around and throw up. His eyes were spinning violently and he could not help the images flooding in. His father, blood everywhere, laying on the floor to his feet. No warmth, no smile, no breath, nothing. Dead. The moment Kakashi had decided to become the perfect shinobi, to never make mistakes and now? Where had that gotten him? To just another corpse.

The pain filled him up and it felt like he was going to drown in it. Obito had said the White Fang was his hero, he had put Kakashi back into his place, and showed him what really was important. From The beginning he had been the better shinobi. Kakashi with his static keeping to the rules was nothing in comparison..

-

Cross my heart and hope to die,

I’ll see you with your laughter lines.”

-

Still, Obito kept the smile on his face through his friends' helpless sobs. Rin now took his hand away from Kakashi and held it, Obito gave her a loving look. “I had so much fun with both of you guys,” he said and coughed a little. The blood was still spilling from his mouth. “If you see Minato-sensei, please tell him that he was a good teacher and that I hope he will be Hokage as they say.”

Rin leaned forward and nodded against Obito’s cheek. The boy smiled over her shoulder at Kakashi, scanning his face as if he was trying to remember it for the future. “Oh, bakashi,” he started and Kakashi could feel his heart sting at the old nickname, “I didn’t give you a present for your Jounin promotion, do you remember?”

“You don’t need to. I’m terrible at this job anyway. They should demot-” Kakashi began but Obito cut him off with a laugh. “No no, I remember you holding out your hand to me and saying “Where is my gift”, well I have a gift for you.” He paused to give Kakashi time to come a bit closer. “You shall have my sharingan.”

Kakashi stared at him and needed a second to digest the news. “I can’t accept that”, he said out right. “I do not deserve something like that Obito, this is the sacred tradition of your clan.” 

Obito chuckled: “It is not like I can use it after this, you know.” 

It was Rin who stepped in for the two of them, pulling Kakashi by the sleeve just like she had done so many times. “Come here Kakashi”, she said sternly, “I will transplant the eye for you.” All the time they’d been a team together she’d always taken charge when Obito and him had not agreed on things and this was no exception. It was extraordinary when one thought about it hard enough, that Rin could perform a complete transplant at 13 years of age, but Kakashi only really realised that when he was older.

It took them about five minutes to get the procedure done, then Kakashi blinked and could see through his new eye. His vision was back, but sharper and more draining. The sharingan burned in its new socket as if it knew that Kakashi was not the rightful owner to carry it. Rin had put a cloth over Obito’s now empty eye as if he was already a dead person waiting for burial, but Obito did not complain - when did he ever complain about something Rin had done.

“I wish I could have stayed with you guys a little longer,” he started and pressed Rin’s hand again, “I really would have loved to see how we develop next to each other into adulthood. But now, Kakashi will have to be my eyes and show me the world through him. You will do that, won’t you Kakashi?” 

Kakashi almost choked on his spit because he tried to reply so fast: “Yes, of course Obito. I’ll record it all for you to watch later.” It was naive to assume something like the afterlife existed, but that was not the point at the moment. 

Around them the earth was shaking and more and more stones from the side were rolling in over them. “It is collapsing”, Rin stated and covered her face with an arm. Kakashi looked from her to the surroundings. “We should go”, he said and hated every word of it. Letting Obito choke to death all alone and blind under a large pile of rocks was not one of his favourite ideas. More and more sides caved in and he knew they didn’t have another choice.

“Go,” Obito said weakly, “I’m almost gone. Promise to take care of Rin for me.”

Kakashi reached out for Rin as the walls kept tumbling down. She cried and held onto Obitos’s hand. He could feel the tears on his cheeks now too, but he had a promise to uphold now. “Rin!” he exclaimed and then a little softer, more pleading: “Please.”

Finally, she seperated herself from Obito and took Kakashi’s hand out of the crater. It wasn’t a moment too late, because it all fully caved about ten seconds after they had made it out. Both now stood at the top of it, completely out of breath, tears streaming down their faces. Obito was gone. The reality of it didn’t sink in until much later.

Later, when they were standing side by side at a makeshift memorial they had put up for Obito, Rin would say that it felt like a part of her soul had died with him. She had mentioned before that their team felt like soulmates that were destined to be together. Always the three of them, from now until forever and that the fact that one was taken so early meant that the others would suffer all the rest of their lives.

Minato, who had arrived just after the cave had collapsed and taken both children home, was standing right next to them, pulling them both into his arms just like he’d always done with the three of them. From now on they would take care of each other, he said. They would stay close to one another. This was, after all, what Obito had wanted them to do.

-

Changes on our hands and on our faces,

Memories are mapped out by the lines we’ll trace

-

When he was 13 his voice cracked for the first time when he spoke and Rin mentioned off handedly that he was outgrowing her easily now. Kakashi couldn’t really see it, mostly because he did not like looking at mirrors and if he did always saw either his father or Obito staring back at him and so he wasn’t used to his own image. He didn’t realise that he was changing until his voice cracked all the time. 

Rin was changing too, he could see that change much more clearly. Her hair grew out a little and her facial features became more refined, sharper in a way. The lines on her cheeks grew longer as her face grew and she started being more aware of the way she moved and the way she spoke. Teenage girls, Gai told Kakashi, were always self conscious, even though they need not be. But nobody ever needed to be self conscious if Gai were making the rules.

It was now only a matter of time until Minato-sensei would be named Hokage. The possibility had been in the air for many years, but now it seemed like the actual date would approach within the next year. Rin and Kakashi were excited to hear that and Kakashi especially knew that Minato would be a good choice. The war was still going on outside of village bounds and Kakashi had gone back to leading missions that were no failures, though the memory of that first mission laid heavy on him.

The three of them visited Obito’s grave a lot. There still wasn’t an actual, full scale grave for him. His body had not been found after Minato had returned to the cave, so he couldn’t be burned according to Uchiha rituals. The higher ups in the village promised that they would build a memorial stone with the names of all the fallen once the war was winding down, but it seemed like that would still take some time, so the team kept their makeshift shrine up.

They would always talk to Obito about their missions. Kakashi knew rationally that talking to a dead person was useless, as evident from the many conversations he had had with his father at that grave, but Rin was at ease and smiling just like she had before when she was around Obito’s grave and so he indulged her. Keeping her safe and happy was Kakashi’s only responsibility now and he took it very seriously. Obito was not to worry.

Gai joined their three man squad on missions together and that was great, because Gai had an endless amount of energy to keep them both up to spirits. Kakashi noticed that Rin always smiled a little more genuine when Gai was around to compliment her skills and her soft spoken nature and Rin noticed that Kakashi could not shut out Gai’s aggressive advances for spars or other challenges. He was good for both of them and that showed when they went on missions together. 

With Kakashi a Jounin that could technically lead the squad, Minato was often assigned more dangerous missions that he did on his own. Still, he did sometimes find time to train each of them individually. Kakashi needed more training to adapt to one of his eyes being covered and needed instruction in how the sharingan worked. Not that Minato knew this very well on his own, but books helped out. He also sometimes dropped by at the house of the clan leader of the Uchiha’s, Fugaku, whom he was friends with. This might also be the reason that Kakashi could keep his eye in the first place. Kakashi figured as much at least.

In her freetime Rin hung out with Shizune a lot, a girl her age, who never really liked talking to Kakashi much. Both of them were very fascinated by Shizune’s aunt, the legendary Sannin Tsunade and were dreaming of being taught in advanced medical ninjutsu from her. Kakashi remembered the Sannin from when he was young and connected it with his father being alive, so he really didn’t want to think of them too much. The last thing he needed was someone asking him how he was doing with pity in their eyes.

-

As you held me down you said:

-

Soon after Rin’s 14th birthday Kakashi and her found themselves back to back surrounded by enemies, while Gai was held by one of them. One of the attackers reached forward and grabbed Rin, faster than Kakashi could react. “Let’s see how well you can handle this,” he snickered and infused Rin’s arm with his own chakra. Chakra mixing wasn’t easy to take, especially to an untrained person, but Rin was unbothered. In fact, she could convert the foreign chakra to her own.

It was a gift, a skill she had been born with. Healers needed perfect chakra control to find and close injuries even in the depths of the human’s body, so it was not completely surprising that she had that gift, but it was something to be celebrated nonetheless. Eventually they fought their way out of the situation, with the opponent shinobi unfortunately being able to flee the scene, but as long as Rin was safe, that was all that mattered to Kakashi.

Now that Rin had this new speciality, so many options opened up for her, especially in the area of medical ninjutsu. Kakashi and her talked endlessly about it to Obito’s grave and discussed what the future might bring. It would now be undeniably of opportunity if she could train under Tsunade, since there was nobody out there with as much expertise. 

“Let me try!” Kakashi said one day and offered his hands to Rin. He was really curious about how foreign chakra on his own felt. 

Rin frowned a little and lifted a finger like a warning: “I don’t think that is a good idea. Normal people would just faint.”

Kakashi was adamant. He slowly had regained the confidence in his own skills both as a friend and as a leader. So Rin infused her chakra into his hands.

 He fainted.

Once Minato invited them both over for dinner and his girlfriend Kushina-sensei was also present. Kakashi liked to see them both together as their positive energy was hard not to rub off on others. It was no secret that Kushina adored Obito above the others in the team, but she doted on all of them.

“You should open a hospital when you are older, y’know,” she said, waving a lentil around that made the others duck. “Give relief to the Konoha hospital which is already so full and overworked.” With war going on there just wasn’t enough capacity for all of the patients that needed treatment. Eventually, if peace time came around, it should all go back to normal. Kakashi was hoping that it was soon. Right now the hospital was very ineffective.

Minato scratched his head and then put his hand in Rin’s hair: “Whatever you will do, you will be excellent at it.” He smiled fatherly down on his two remaining students. “This new skill you have gained is going to change the future for all of us, I really believe that.

Rin beamed from the praise. Too used to being cast aside as “only” a healer and not a “real” fighter. Only a few people knew that medical ninjutsu actually was more draining to the body than most other jutsu types. The world just prefered a flashy hero who could hit shuriken into 10 different goals without looking. People just liked Kakashi’s arrogant way of fighting more than Rin’s selfless healing.

“I think Kushina should teach you from now on,” Minato said once they had all finished their food. Rin looked up and over to Kushina-sensei and found her as surprised as she was. “Kushina has knowledge about large amounts of chakra. I’m sure she can help you better than I ever could.” For some reason he winked at Kushina after saying that. 

Kakashi hadn’t known that Kushina-sensei had large storages of chakra, but she had never directly trained him, so how could he have known. Kushina at least seemed excited at the prospect, as her three students had already moved on to other projects. 

“I’ll make you as strong as the other girls!” she exclaimed. “Nobody will call you weak anymore, because that is just wrong, y’know!” Kakashi smiled beneath his mask, but frowned immediately again when he noticed Minato was looking at him.

Their teacher laughed a little to himself at the sudden change in Kakashi’s demeanour. Instead of calling him out, he filled everybody’s glas with sweet soda again. They had added a chair to the table, for Obito, Rin had said and so Minato had also filled a glass for him. If Obito was here, he would surely be proud of their ability to slowly move on from his death.

Minato lifted his glas: “To Rin’s bright future!” He smiled.

“To the future,” they all said in unison.

-

“I’ll see you in the future when we’re older

When we are full of stories to be told

-

There was so much blood everywhere.

“Ka-kashi,” Rin could barely get a word out.

He couldn't feel his hand. It was like it was a foreign object that was currently attached to his arm. The dangerous and heavy hand that was now pierced full through Rin’s chest and heart, leaving blood all over his harness and face. Everything had happened so quickly that he hadn’t even gotten a chance to realise what had been going on. 

Rin stared at him, her eyes dead and far away as if she was looking at something in the distance. But Kakashi knew she wasn’t looking anywhere, because after the last coughed out words the last life that had been in her had left. She was only a corpse hanging on this foreign hand that was somehow attached to him. 

She had cried before she died, tears still wet on her cheeks and visible. And then there was the blood. There was so much of it coming out of the hole that was now her lower body half, running and running, as if her body had not yet caught up with the fact that her heart had stopped beating. As if her body was still trying to keep the system working that was already broken beyond repair.

After their recent string of successful missions, Kakashi had thought he was safe from death. The war was clearly dying down, slowly, but surely and soon they’d have full peace. This should have never happened. Someone, somehow, had known that Rin had better chakra control than other kunoichi her age and abducted her on the way to her usual training session with Kushina-sensei. Kakashi was sent to chase her, get her back and though Kushina had insisted she’d join, Kakashi had set out on his own.

Maybe he had been wrong to do that, but Kushina was not as fast as he was because she was taller and heavier and so he had counted his chances higher if he just went alone. After all, his skills over the passing year had improved quite a lot. On top of that, Kakashi knew that Minato-sensei was in the area not far from here and could probably jump in the second he heard about their issues.

But Rin had been easy to find, maybe a little too easy. She was under genjutsu and needed quite a while to regain her memories. She had mentioned that there was something wrong with her, but she could not explain exactly what it was and it seemed that she could not fully remember. That was when they were suddenly attacked by opponents.

He had led the way forward into the forests of Fire country from Water country, crossing the border with ease and without much issues, just holding the opponents off. But Rin had slowed down and distrubed his fighting with a pulls to his sleeve more than once. There was something she had wanted to say, Kakashi realised now, but he didn’t have the mental capacity or time to let her speak. 

Somehow, Rin seemed like she was hindering their return to Konoha, as if she didn’t want to return. Kakashi didn’t have time to ask and clarify, there were enemies in pursuit that needed defeating and while the look in her eyes was very similar to the look she usual carried when she was being stern and close to scolding him, he just didn’t have the time to listen to it right in this moment.

They reached a clearing together, out of the forest and into the open. It was worse for fighting but better for the chidori, as he could take on two or three enemies at once. Kakashi made sure through glances over his shoulder that Rin was still safe and unharmed where he had left her. Her eyes were on him whenever he looked for her and her hands were fists.

-

Cross my heart and hope to die

I’ll see you with your laughter lines.”

-

There had been so many enemies at once, it felt like they were circling him from all sides. Kakashi was jumping from one to the other, knocking them out because he couldn’t quite get the deathblow off, but they kept coming. There was dust in the air from constant movement and while he stayed in Rin’s general area, he at some point lost orientation to where he was exactly. Had he killed most of them already and new shinobi were coming in or had he missed the killing move and still the same people were fighting?

His chidori was fast and deadly, that was what he always used it for, why he liked using it so much, and he had not seen her, hadn’t noticed her body jumping in the air until his fake hand impaled her right through it, put her on a spike right in front of him. Rin must have jumped on her own somehow, there was no way he strayed from his path so much to accidentally hit her like this. No, it must have been deliberate. But, why?

Kakashi pulled his arm out of the dead girl. His head was spinning violently and he could feel his stomach turn. He felt suddenly so very tired, as if someone had completely knocked him out. He staggered backwards and held one hand to his head, smearing blood all through his silver hair, and one hand to the stomach to prevent himself from throwing up on Rin’s body. 

Rin lay still in front of him. She had fallen on her face to his feet. Kakashi looked at her through watering eyes and blurring vision. This was his fault, he thought. Another friend that he let die. He had done this - again. The pain crawled up his throat like a poison filling his mouth with a taste of iron and bitterness. He had thought they’d be safe. He had thought as long as they were together nothing bad could ever happen to them. Pain, so much pain, so much pain. 

That was when his last reserves of power left him and he fell backwards, losing consciousness immediately.

Once he woke up, he was drowning in a sea of blood. It took Kakashi a moment to realise where he was, for the memory of Rin’s death to get back into his mind, but then he sat up, kunai in his hand like he was ready to continue fighting for his life. He didn’t know how long he’d been out.

Around him was a mountain of dead bodies. Face down in the water, bled out against the rocks, or impaled into something that looked like wooden spikes in the sky. Kakashi was full of blood from top to bottom. Who had killed all of these people? He looked around in a panic, but it took him just a quick scan to realise that he was completely alone.

“Who did this?!” he said out loud, as if there was a person hiding in the nearby forest who could hear him. “Who killed all these people?” There was no reaction from the dark trees ahead or the stone cliff behind. 

Kakashi pulled himself up to his still shaking knees and took a step forward. Rin’s body was still there, though she was turned on her back now. Whoever had killed all the people here had closed her eyes and touched her face - and he had kept Kakashi alive by choice. It must have been a friend of Konoha, otherwise Kakashi could not explain it.

Rin was still when he picked her up to hold her in his arms. Her hair was stained and dirty and Kakashi went with his fingers through it to clean it out. Once she’d said that she loved him, but who could love someone like him who allowed soulmates like her to die and promises to be broken. The pain gribbed at Kakashi again and he screamed into the night.

That was when Minato arrived. Like a flash of sunlight on a rainy day he appeared in the clearing, his blue eyes wide in horror at the scene that unfolded in front of him. When he saw Kakashi with Rin’s body he took a leap towards him. “Sensei, I-” Kakashi started but Minato made “shh” and took the boy into his arms.

Minato led them back to Konoha after Rin had been sealed in a body scroll. It would take him days to get out of Kakashi what had happened that night and even more days to finally hear the truth that Rin had deliberately jumped in front of Kakashi’s lightning to kill herself. The second suicide of one of Kakashi’s loved ones. Minato remembered very well the little boy with the silver hair that had worked himself to exhaustion after his father had taken his life. The boy that had wanted no support from the village or his friends or someone like Minato and just soldiered through.

Back then Minato had decided not to force himself on the young boy. That Kakashi needed grieving time alone. But this time Minato knew he would not let that happen again. This was his last surviving student and he would protect that one all his life. This last child of his team would remain close, Minato would make sure Kakashi would no longer be sent on solo- missions. After all, they did say he’d be hokage soon.

-

Ashen faces in cold breeze

All the stories you will leave

-

After the ceremony that officially made Minato-sensei Hokage, he summoned Kakashi to the new office he had moved into. Since Rin’s death he had not been assigned any mission and was told to stay back to heal the bruises on his soul, as if a few months off really helped that. Instead it got the boy itching for something to do, left him alone with his thoughts one too many times. Kushina-sensei could only so often look after him, she had her own duties and Minato was busy getting ready for the transition in power.

“I want you to join my ANBU squad” Minato said and got no reaction from Kakashi. “You will be in the division that directly works under me and does tasks exclusively for me.” Some of ANBU worked directly for the Hokage, but most also did tasks decided by the council or elders of the village. Being an operative directly working with the Hokage had a higher kind of status. Kakashi knew he should have been grateful for the promotion, but he felt nothing. Instead he just nodded his head and left.

The ANBU compound was dark and closed off and they gave him his uniform without much question. The greys looked exactly like he felt and when he put the mask on his face he couldn’t help but feel relieved by it. He was Hound now and nothing else. Hound was nothing but one in a group of many operatives. Hatake Kakashi was no more.

He didn’t know what Minato-sensei had expected once Kakashi started going on ANBU missions, maybe he had hoped it would help him somehow to learn to rely on his strengths again, but Kakashi’s first few missions in his new squad turned out to be a disaster. It seemed like his body was functioning on auto-pilot, killing everything that was in his sight and an opponent. He had lost his rationality, one of his teammates whispered to another behind his back.

That was not the only thing he had lost. The lightning between his fingers now gave him severe panic attacks to the point that he could not control or use it anymore and even if he did, he was haunted by dreams of Rin’s dying body hanging on his arm at night. Sleep never let him rest. He walked around constantly exhausted. In those times, not even Gai could help him out of the slumb. Kakashi cut himself off from everyone.

They had finally put up a memorial stone for the people who died in the Third War. Kakashi alternated between it, to let his fingers run over Obito’s name, and Rin’s grave that was in the general graveyard. He would spend hours standing with his eyes looking at her name engraved in the white stone without saying much other than updating her on what was going on in his life. It was useless, of course, he still didn’t believe people in the afterlife could hear him, but Rin had been so happy to do this for Obito, so he needed to continue the tradition.

Sometimes when he visited her grave in the morning and returned in the evening the flowers he had left there were gone. He assumed that one of the other Noharas that wasn’t happy with the way her life had ended were taking them away after he placed them. That was only fair, after all, they did call him “Friend-Killer Kakashi” and they weren’t wrong.

“I will assign you a new task”, Minato said one day after calling Kakashi into the Hokage office again. The boy knew his ANBU squad had complained about him, about how uncooperative he apparently was, and they reminded him of the first team he had had way back when he graduated from the academy - before he was assigned to Team Minato. 

“Kushina is pregnant,” Minato smiled and put his head to the side. This got the first genuine reaction out of Kakashi since Rin had died. “Really?” the boy replied in surprise.

Minato nodded slowly, his blond hair shining in the afternoon sun streaming in from the window: “I want you to be her personal guard for the time of pregnancy. Who knows who could want to harm the mother of the hokage’s child.”  Secretly Minato hoped that Kakashi’s proximity to Kushina, her ever so warm and excited spirit, might help Kakashi find his humanity again.

The plan seemed to work for the most part. Kakashi eased into his new guardian role very quickly, enjoying the time he was spending in the sunlight of spring and then summer sitting on the window sill of their apartment. He could watch the two teachers spend time together, enjoy and celebrate every movement of their growing child and sometimes Kushina-sensei would pull him inside for a meal or so. He could get his mind off the past for a little bit.

Their child would have great parents, Kakashi thought one morning in autumn. It was almost time for the baby to come and Minato had mentioned that it would be a boy. With parents like them leading the next generation, the world would eventually become a better place. The war had ended over a year ago at this point and there had been no more fighting, even if pessimistic people had predicted so.

Kakashi calmed down, the wind in his hair did him well and soothed his soul. Maybe the future wouldn’t be too bad. Maybe.

-

I’ll see you in the future when we’re older

And we are full of stories to be told

-

The roar in the air was so loud that it made the earth beneath Kakashi’s feet shake. Gai and him were running side by side in a vain attempt to figure out what was happening. All around them people were running and screaming, a chaos of shinobi and civilians panicking as far as the eye could see. Whatever was tormenting the village was big and dangerous, the killing intent chilled Kakashi to the core.

They bumped head first into Asuma, who had been running from a different direction with Kurenai following on his trail. Asuma was the son of the former Hokage and often knew things that were going on in the village. He was breathing hard as he pulled Kakashi back onto his feet. “We need to leave the village”, he said and his voice sounded urget. “Orders from my Dad.”

“What is going on?” Kakashi asked as they started running towards the grand gates. Asuma threw a look over his shoulder as he pressed on forward. “The Kyuubi. It has somehow escaped from where it was sealed.” Another roar echoed over the rooftops of the village as if to confirm what Asuma was saying.

Kakashi suddenly remembered something and his feet slowed down on his own. “What are you doing, rival?” Gai asked in a little panic, pulling him by the arm.

“Sensei’s child will be born today - was born today. I need to make sure he and Kushina are safe”, he felt his fingers shake, his head spinning. Someone needed to do something. He turned on his heels ready to get back into the village when Asuma pulled him by the sleeve. “You can’t go”, he said and furrowed a brow. “We are not allowed to assist in the fighting. That is the order.”

Kakashi had not met Asuma as someone who would be sticking up for the rules so this change in attitude shocked him a little. Was it really that serious? He looked the other boy into the dark eyes: “Why? Why can’t I, a Jounin mind you, go back and assist in the fighting?”

It was another shinobi who replied. An older Yamanaka that Kakashi recognised as Inochi: “Because young people like you are the future of this village and we have lost too many of you in the war. Now go and make sure to evacuate all the civilians you can find that need assistance. This is not your fight.”

Asuma pulled him by the arm on one side and Gai pulled him on the other and so Kakashi turned around and left the village with them. He thought about whether it was worth it to break the rules here and go back to help out. There was so much chaos around them that it wouldn’t even be too hard to slip away and even if he would be punished later as long as he made sure everyone was safe now, then it wasn’t too bad to be yelled at the next day.

“Rival,” Gai said next to him and looked at him as if he had seen right through Kakashi’s trail of thoughts. “Don’t go back, Rival. I’m sure Lord Fourth is taking care of it. He is a strong shinobi who will protect himself and his family.” A pause, then: “I don’t want you to go on any more suicide missions.” 

Kakashi remembered now that Gai had seen him during the early days with his ANBU squad, that he had reported to the Hokage that Kakashi had trouble still with the trauma he had lived through. Gai had meant well then and meant well now, but Kakashi could not help the resentment anyway. If he were to die by saving Kushina or Minato-sensei, it would be all worth it.

Still, Gai kept pulling him, just like he always had back when Rin was still alive and so Kakashi let himself get lead out of the village with all the other shinobi under 16 and all he could do was hope that what he had said was true, that Minato was handling the situation well on his own. 

“You’re the only one left”, he thought like a pleading young child, “Please..” 

-

Cross my heart and hope to die

I’ll see you with your laughter lines.

-

It took hours before they were allowed to return to the village. Hours in which they heard nothing but screamed curses, the roar of the beast and collapsing houses. Kakashi was nervous, but Gai was the one pacing up and down in front of him. He was talking nonstop which made it impossible for Kakashi to form a cohesive thought. Maybe that was Gai’s goal in the first place, Kakashi thought much later.

As soon as they had the opportunity to return, Kakashi ran forward as fast as his feet could carry him. Sometime the Kyuubi had disappeared from the centre of the village and his roars had suddenly been audible from another place outside of it. Minato must have taken it somewhere, Kakashi deduced. Blindly he followed the destruction in the direction he thought the beast must have gone and when more and more older shinobi and ANBU also went that way he realised he was going the right way.

He knew something had gone wrong when he approached the scene more closely. There were so many people standing in a circle around three people on the ground. Kakashi slipped through bushes unseen and got to have a closer look. He saw the baby first. A blond boy, laying on his back on a little bed, was crying. Kakashi felt relief washing over him knowing that their son was safe and breathing.

Then his eyes moved over to the left because another head of blond hair caught his eye. There was Minato-sensei, laying on his back and thought Kakashi at first thought he could see him moving, he realised quickly that Minato’s body had been torn up through the middle, as if he had been impaled. Kakashi could feel his head spin and he needed to force himself to look away to not throw up. Rin appeared in front of his eyes as she hung dead and empty on his hand.

Almost inaudible, Kakashi could hear Kushina whisper to the shinobi that were around her. Lord Third was there talking and listening to her. Kakashi could not make out the words that were being exchanged but he knew that she wasn’t going to survive for much longer. He wished he hadn’t skipped all his medical ninjutsu classes, he wished Rin was here or Obito or anyone that could fix it all. Kushina’s head slumped forward and he knew that she too was gone.

The baby screamed when Lord Third picked him up and Kakashi also felt like screaming. They had told him and the other young shinobi that they had to stay out of the fighting to become the village’s future, but what future? If a baby like him, who had been so wanted and so loved before he was even born, had so much injustice happen to him on his first day in this world, what kind of world was this supposed to be? Why should a future for this world be necessary?

His head felt like it was splitting in half and he turned around to throw up.

-

I’ll see you in the future when we’re old.

-

For a long time, Kakashi did not go see the graves of all of them. After the funeral he decided to move into the shinobi apartments near the ANBU headquarters and away from his family home in the woods. He dedicated himself to the work he had to do and tried his hardest to keep away from everything else. In those times, he hardly spoke with most of his school friends or even squad colleagues. He was mostly just on his own.

It was already deep winter, snow laying in high layers over the entire village, when he finally went to see the memorial, Rin’s grave and the grave of Minato sensei. It was already dark and the streets were completely deserted. His steps left footprints behind in the fresh snow as he walked over the graveyard to see all of them. He left a single flower for Rin, another for Obito and then made his way to where Minato was buried. 

The memorial stone was larger than others and had his and Kushina’s name engraved next to the leaf and uzumaki symbol. It was tasteful and beautifully crafted and Kakashi commended whoever made that decision. He ran his fingers over Minato’s name and bit his shaking lip. It was the first time in a long time he allowed himself to feel the pain he had been harbouring since october.

Kakashi’s knees suddenly gave in and he fell forward in the snow, his hands in fists punching around him. He couldn’t stop the tears from falling down, not like he had for weeks on end now and so he just sat there and cried for hours waiting for the tears to stop, but they just kept coming. 

“How am I supposed to do this alone?” he sobbed, hands grabbing fists full of cold snow, “Sensei, I need your guidance.” But he had always known that talking to a gravestone meant nothing, that it changed nothing, and so his teacher did not reply to his pleas.

At some point he just repeated himself, his mind spinning. “We were supposed to be together. We were supposed to always always be together. We were soulmates.”  Why was the world so cruel to all of them? What made Kakashi so special that he was the only one who still had to live on?

The cries suddenly came to a stop when he was suddenly aware that there was someone not far from him, watching. He was sure he could hear someone breathing deeply and when Kakashi turned his head, someone turned a corner. He was embarrassed to have been watched this way, even when he had come in the dead of night. So he got up and pushed the snow off his clothes and went to his new home. He didn’t cry for years after that.

For a long while he only exited his apartment with his ANBU mask on, trying to disappear behind the anonymity of it. To him, Hatake Kakashi had fully ceased to exist the night Namikaze Minato died. He was dead and buried next to all of his other teammates. They were together in the world that came after death - if such a thing existed.

-

I’ll see you in the future when we’re old.

-

“I’m sorry, I’m too busy to come see you as often now,” Kakashi said apologetically and slouched with his hands in his sweats. “The kids need all the attention that I can muster and then I also need some sleep. Minato-sensei, were we also this exhausting? I can’t seem to recall.”

Kakashi was older now, he stood tall at his full grown body height (when he wasn’t crouching like he was now). The voice that had given him trouble for a few years had fully lost an octave or two and settled on a nice, dark vibrant sound that others complimented when they heard it. Eventually he had accepted Hatake Kakashi back into his consciousness and took off the mask and then eventually he had also given up the ANBU greys to let colour into his life again.

He had never stopped updating his teammates at their grave stones, though. This habit that had essentially been started by Rin now was an integral part of his daily and weekly activity. When he found some free time he would go over to the graveyard to speak to them. It was soothing. Maybe that was why Rin had liked it so much. Over ten years had passed since Minato’s death.

Lately Kakashi had gotten his own genin team. Three young shinobi who seemed to be difficult troublemakers that he had to set straight. He wasn’t sure if he was ever that bad, though he could remember arguing with Obito a lot. He liked the kids, they kept him on his toes and their carefree, naive ways made him feel carefree and naive again sometimes. At least when they weren’t accidentally stumbling into missions above their rank.

“I will make sure that they can stay by each other’s side forever,” Kakashi said and meant it. He wasn’t going to let any of his closed ones die anymore. “I’ll give them the time together that we should have gotten.”

It seemed like an easy promise to give. Since the Kyuubi attack there had been no major danger to the village. The war was long gone and the peace treaties seemed to hold up. The villages got along surprisingly well and would soon host the Chunin exams together as a joint effort too. The children nowadays were growing up in unparalleled peace time and that was a gift Kakashi was very happy they had.

“Part of you is always with me”, he said, putting his hand on the blue of the memorial stone. He could count the scars on his own fingers as he moved them over the cold material of the stone. Closing his eyes for a second he heard his heart beating against his chest, felt the air moving in his hair and the sun shine onto his neck. He felt how alive he was. “I think that is what Rin meant when she called us soulmates all those years ago.”

He took the hand off the stone and opened his eyes to put a smile into them: “I can’t wait to see you again when I am older and tell you all about it.”

#fanfiction things #team minato #team minato week 2022 #teamminatoweek2022 #hatake kakashi #namikaze minato #uchiha obito #nohara rin

[draconic-ichor]

A Letter Never Sent

Angst dabble

Warnings: strong language, mentions of death, character death, angst

Summary: Maddox returns home to make a sad discovery…

Feedback appreciated, 18+

Returning from one of his underground excursions, Maddox padded into the kitchens. Things were unusually quiet, the oddity taken as a blessing while he found some fresh food.

After eating dried travel rations and cave fungus for a month he dug in fervently, always missing food from home deeply.

He ate quickly, taking his plate to the sink before passing into the halls. He’d hardly got halfway down the corridor before he heard footsteps.

Matilda rounded the corner, stiffening and sniffing the air.

“It’s just me.” Maddox called out. Before he could react she was sprinting down the hall.

Matilda threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. Maddox was taken back for a moment, his sister not usually one to touch him while he still was adorned in filthy clothes from the underground.

“Oh Maddox…” she spoke with a wavering voice, “We didn’t know how to reach you.”

“Reach me?” He gave her a worried look.

She pulled back, head tilting up, “It’s Petra-“

Matilda sucked in a breath, “She’s gone.”

“Gone?” He echoed.

Matilda nodded, repeating, “We didn’t know how to reach you, it happened so fast. I’m sorry.”

“W-what do you mean, gone?” He asked, mind not wanting to catch up with the truth.

Matilda was quiet for a long moment, wings dropping more, “Maddox…she died…”

The words shot through his chest, ripping bits out as they went. Disbelief…then guilt washed over him, all soaked in grief.

He pulled away from his sisters embrace, stumbling a bit to lean against the wall. He squeezed his eyes shut.

“I’m sorry.” Matilda teared up.

“How long?“ he asked, voice tight.

“What?”

“How long ago did she pass?” He elaborated, breaking a bit more with every word.

Matilda sighed, “Five days…we had to bury her. We didn’t know when you would be back…we didn’t know.”

He nodded, face pinched.

~

Later, Magnus and Maddox sat across from one another in the dinning hall. The rest of the grand room was empty, their words echoing around.

“First Boc three summers ago…now Petra…” Maddox’s voice was tight.

“Boc lived much longer than most demihumans.” Magnus pointed out, “A long life.”

“He was still family.” Maddox pointed out.

“…yes.” The other nodded sadly, “A-are you alright?” Magnus ventured after a pause.

“I feel…?”

“Conflicted?” Magnus asked, scratching a bit at the wood grain of the table.

“I suppose.” Maddox frowned, “I…loved her-“ he looked away, “Like a mother…”

Magnus picked up on the words unsaid: ‘But we have a mother’

“She did most of raising us.” Magnus pointed out, “Read us to sleep, kissed our scrapes…fed us…”

Maddox nodded, guilt clawing at his insides. “…they were busy.” He tried to explain.

“Yes, so don’t feel bad about being more attached to our nanny.” Magnus snapped.

“I love mother.” He argued.

Magnus bared his teeth a bit, “I never said you didn’t!”

Maddox withdrew a bit, eyes glassy. He racked his hand through his hair, “I didn’t even say goodbye..”

Magnus shut his mouth, biting away any more remarks. Before he had the chance to speak again, the Lady tarnished entered the hall. Her hands here folded, eyes solemn as she looked at her sons.

“Matilda told me you returned.” Their mother explained.

Maddox looked away, shame nipping at his features. Magnus pushed away from the table, retreating to give them a bit of privacy.

As soon as the door clicked shut the tarnished walked forward. “I’m so sorry.” She sighed, “Her passing was very sudden.”

“I know.”

“We buried her in the royal catacombs…she deserved that and so much more…” her voice was soft, sadness cracking it.

“Was she in pain?” He asked, guilt over spending so little time with Petra in recent years caving his chest in.

“No…she passed peacefully.” The Lady rounded the table to take Maddox’s hand. He looked down at the contact for a moment before interlacing his fingers with hers.

“Do you wish to talk?” She ventured gently.

“Not particularly…” he admitted.

“I understand.” She gave his hand a little squeeze before letting him go. He withdrew it, rubbing over his palm with his other hand.

“She left a letter, addressed to you.” The GodLord informed softly, holding out a sealed envelope.

Maddox took it silently, looking over the maroon dyed paper and golden seal.

“Take your time.” She whispered. He gave a little nod in response, ears folded back.

~

Later in the night, Maddox sat on his windowsill, tail flicking off into the cool night air. The sky was still, no breeze to ruffle his fur. He stared down at the envelope for a long while, head and chest feeling heavy.

Taking a breath, he carefully opened it with a clawed finger. The parchment within was yellowed, smelling of tea leaves. He pulled it free, setting the envelope back within the safety of his room.

Unfolding it, his eyes scanned over its words:

Dear Maddox,

I apologize for never telling you the contents of this letter in person….Speaking was always a struggle for me. But writing comes easy!

Iv written this letter to you so many times, something I always wanted you to know…

I lost a baby in childbirth, five days before I received the summons. Twas a boy, I had named him Pépin. It’s not uncommon for misbegotten to die before birth, our bodies twisted to begin with. But that fact doesn’t sooth a mourning mother.

The father was gone from my life long beforehand. The only family I knew of, my Mother, had given me up in childhood.

I was alone.

But then I met you…Your mother placed you in my arms, so small and hungry.

I looked at you, and you needed me: I had the choice to help you, a choice I never had with my own child.

For a long while I was ate up with thoughts of guilt. But I realized that caring for you wasn’t replacing my son, that giving you love didn’t sully his memory.

I could love you and his memory. There was no need to contest for space in my heart.

And love you I did, as my own. I love all three of you little ones more than I can put into words.

The King would say I saved you…yet I think you saved me just as much. I’m honored to of witnessed you grow into a man.

I could not be more proud of you, Maddox.

Thank you…

Love, Petra

The ink smudged a bit as a tear hit the paper, Maddox pulled it away, in an attempt to protect the delicate script.

He covered his face, breaking down.

#angst dabble #angst time #sad times #elden ring dabbles

[thewirewitch]

One of those days where I'm just kinda done with my family owning a dog. She makes me tired in an emotional way and I know she doesn't mean to, it's just kinda frustrating...

(rant under the cut. Tw for animal death)

I've had a fear of dogs since I was really young, probably around 4-5 years old, since I went to a relative's house and her dog (who was fully grown, but she said he was a "puppy") jumped up on me and scratched my face (my mom said I was also knocked over, but I don't remember the moment of impact, just him running at me and the aftermath). I used to love dogs before that.

Years later, when I was around 9, my mom decided to get a dog. A miniature shar-pei, to be specific. Neither she nor my dad did any research on them before they bought one (current dog, her name's Winks). They didn't know they are usually aggressive and protective.

I tried to get over my fear of dogs when we got her. At first I was scared, but later on I tried petting her multiple times, but she'd always nip at me.

Then as she got older, and the years went on, she would still try to bite me for certain things. If I handed something to a parent, or they handed something to me, she'd always try to bite my arm. So I stopped directly handing things to my parents, or receiving things from them unless I knew she couldn't get to me.

One ordinary day I had gone downstairs and she went over to me and bit my foot. I locked myself in the bathroom, which was right next to the stairs. She had drawn some blood. I stayed in there for a while.

Another time, it was late at night and my mom was on the couch. I went over to sit beside her, but Winks jumped up on the couch before I could sit down and she bit my thigh. It hurt and bled for several days after that. Not a lot of blood, though. She also used to get kind of alert when I'd go over to my parents before that. I don't stand very close to them when they're seated anymore, even if they want to show me something on a computer.

A few years ago Winks began to follow me really close and growl/squeak if I went upstairs later in the day. I found out she wouldn't do that much if I was carrying something (like a large cup of water, a plate/bowl of food, laundry basket, etc.) so whenever I go downstairs, I always bring something up with me.

More recently I had started to wear shorts. One night when I was going to head upstairs, Winks silently went over to me, even when I wasn't close to either parents, and bit my ankle. Thankfully she didn't bite very hard, but my mom yelled at her when she did, so, she might have bit harder if my mom didn't notice. I don't wear shorts after 6pm downstairs anymore. I always put on a pair of long pants if I "need" too.

Despite all this, despite her singling me out to be super vigilant about, she also paces around downstairs some nights and squeaks because she wants me to go downstairs. Despite the fact my brother had gone on multiple day-long trips away from home, the one time I went on a 4-day school trip to DC she didn't eat anything, and now usually only eats at night when I'm around (which is why she squeaks). I don't get it. If I leave to go with a friend, she squeaks like she would if one of my parents left, but she doesn't react at all if my brother leaves the house.

What got me to type all this is because today she ended up finding a nest of baby bunnies under our back porch. Even though my dad put a fence up around the gaps under the porch, she still went under there and ate as many of them as she could. And it upsets me.

But I can't be mad at her for it. Because that's just her nature. I can't be mad at her about anything she did to me or to anyone or anything else because that's just what her nature is. I haven't even brought up a lot of the stuff she's done that has made me feel some negative way, just the major ones I remember right now.

But I am mad. I'm not mad at her. I'm mad at my parents.

I could say it was my fault she got those bunnies because I didn't put the bamboo stake in the right place when I looked at the fence. I could say it's my dad's fault for not putting the fence up in an effective way to begin with. I could say it's Winks's fault, but it's just her nature.

Or I could say...it's both my parents' fault for even getting a dog to begin with. Their kid, their little girl, me, who was, and still is, terrified of dogs, pleading with them not to get one. I told them not to do it. They knew I was scared of dogs. But they didn't listen. And neither of them did research on shar-pei temperament. And now look what we're strapped with.

I used to wear shoes all the time since I didn't want Winks to hurt my feet in some way. I don't hug my parents as much as I used to because I'm scared Winks will come after me if I did. My family can't go on day-long trips because Winks stresses out when we're not home. We once came home to our front doorframe all chewed-up on one side. We can't visit family members without bringing her with us. She's chewed up the doorframe of one of my uncles' guest room door because she was left in there alone. My uncles don't want us bringing her over because she's not socialized. So we don't visit out extended family much anymore unless one of us stays behind (usually me and my brother). One of our neighbors has to make sure their kids don't get close to our fence or else Winks would bark at them and scare them. My mom had to put a tarp around our fence so Winks can't bite any hands that may slip between the boards. My parents and brother have had to throw multiple dead animals out of our backyard because Winks would hunt them. My dad once had to beat a small racoon with a wooden board because Winks had picked a fight with it. We can't leave our trashcans on the floor or leave me and my brother's bathroom door open without something in front of it because she's eat out of the trashcans and she'd lick things in the bathroom she really shouldn't. I've had an argument with my brother over this.

I'm just tired, man. And I know whenever Winks passes, I'll be sad. Despite EVEREYTHING, I'm going to be sad. Whether it be because my parents will be sad, or guilt that I didn't try harder to bond with her, I know I'm going to cry. There have been a few times where I thought she was dead and it made me feel dread. Despite it all I still have some semblance of care for her. So even when she does pass, there won't be a sense of relief. I won't be able to go "it's over" and just move on.

I still talk to her. I still give her ice cubes and let her outside if she wants to go out. I still care about her, and sometimes I wish I didn't, and sometimes I wish I cared more.

And all this just makes me feel emotionally exhausted.

If I could go back in time at points throughout my life and change things, one of the things I would do is make sure my parents didn't get her. I'd tell them all the trouble we'd go through, and that they should get any other kind of dog than a shar-pei. Tell my mom that the cuteness isn't worth it, and to find another kind of dog she thinks is cute, and that's actually sociable. Maybe we could have gone on more trips. Maybe our family could be a little closer. Maybe my anxiety towards animals wouldn't be so bad.

But that's not what happened. And now my parents learned from their mistake, and brought the rest of us with them.

#my stuff #rambling #She's going to be 12 this year btw #Over half my life now we've had her

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hey! yeah i went to vegas with a few friends. im not usually the one to have a schedule and plan each activity at each interval of time. with my usual friends we just go with the flow and have some vague idea of what to do and just do stuff spontaneously. but with this friend group i went with, we literally had a doc of what we're gonna do on each day and hour, so it was an interesting, different experience for me. it was definitely an efficient use of time, but i think i still prefer just chilling and just enjoying what life brings to the table. i think people see it as a waste of time or money not knowing what you're gonna do, but hey i see it as just relaxing, meditative, and just enjoying the present moment. kind of like fishing in a peaceful lake and waiting till something bites. it's interesting seeing which people prefer. i dont mind either approach! but i do think the efficient route can get tiring lol. how about you? when you're traveling for time-off, do you plan a schedule, or just wing it?

when i went to vegas i saw a couple of cirque du soleil shows and david blaine live. ok rant incoming: but man cirque du soleil is so inspring and just a spectacle of culture and life. it's a combination of art, love, and perseverance. all the artistic merging of stage lighting, design, music, peformance/stunts, costumes, choreography/dance is amazing and its insane it's all done live including the music. and david blaine was incredible too. i cannot believe how hard he works and that he's doing what he's doing at every show. i literally think he's like at the edge of dying if he keeps performing his act at his cadence lol. out of every show show i've seen live in my life, i think david blaine's is the most insane when it comes to live performance, preparation, and commitment from a single human. that dude give it his 200% lol. he's basically displaying highlights of his life's works in a single show, and so many things can just go wrong.

home is just my bedroom honestly. im not afraid to admit im a homebody especially after growing as an adult, i've just been accustomed to enjoying isolation and time alone. not that i dont like to go out, it's fun socializing time to time and going to events, but yeah i prefer working on projects and doing 'nothing' aka just being present / relaxing / simmering in my own thoughts/ideas. besides, not to be paranoid, but i think there's a higher chance of dying going out, especially these days. and i don't know about you, but id like to experience the world as long as i can lol. i already feel like im living in the future with how much society and technology progressed, so imagine what the future-future would be like. but yeah, some day i want my own studio or something. i can call that my home.

im learning korean because i studied there briefly and recently for a moment i wanted to learn a language again. i just think being stuck in your own culture is just living in a bubble. especially in the u.s., i just feel like were so ignorant of the outside world lol. not to simplify our society, but sometimes i just feel like all we do is complain or become a pessimistic hivemind that just judges shit all the time. maybe other places do the same, but it gets tiring and numbing with the internet/news flashing upsetting stuff. knowing a different language is a superpower really, you get a different perspective of the world, and immersing in another culture besides your own brings new ideas and perspectives in life. since i already knew about korean history, culture, and scratched the surface of the language, i wanted to dive deep again. korea already resonates with me because of its history as being an isolated hermit kingdom and i think the country is interesting because of its westernization after the war and how they adopted our ideas and made it their own. I think kpop fans kind of overshadow how interesting korea is, but yeah korea has cool ideas and artists. check out do ho suh, he does interesting stuff with fabric and conceptualizes stuff about home, space/environments, and identity. you might find it interesting. and i still cannot believe kim jung gi passed away, im still devastated. i feel like every artist who wanted to draw well aspired to be like him at some point in their life

i think i am proud of myself. and yeah your right, comparison fucking sucks, and you're only comparing your behind-the-scenes with others highlight reels lol. i think living in the information age is a blessing and a curse. you get to be inspired and see the greatest artists all around the world instantly at any moment, but it can also suck the life outta you - your comparing your 5 mile progress to people who've made it 1000 miles already in their journey, content becomes so saturated that it's harder to come up or find original new ideas, and its more difficult to satisfy your hunger when your fed so much content. it's just not healthy consuming so much all the time. i feel like once you're past the point of inspiration and now you're just depressed cuz u fucking suck, it's probably a sign you should be producing and not consuming anymore haha. it must've been so interesting how information and content was harder to find back in the day: life was more of a mystery not knowing stuff and how we didn't know each others lives every second. maybe ignorance was bliss.

do you take meds for your adhd?

yeah i understand that you can reinvent yourself. but i also think if you pivot too much, youll never grow as an artist. i think you just have to balance it out or keep yourself in moderation. for me, i see it as you can slowly pivot, but it's important to play your strengths and experiment on ideas that still remain parallel with your craft. theres this video about an artist struggling, and was inspired by another artist. the successful artist told him to just draw the same thing everyday. then the struggling artist learned a lot and figured out you can come up with more ideas and innovate when your restricted. he also learned that you just need to take action. pondering and consuming is not equivalent to progress/production. i think it goes back to the saying "I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times". In terms of art/expression, i see it as you won't experience the depths of a skill/craft or its community if you don't put in its mileage. imagine knowing 20 languages at a beginner level, vs 1 language at its utmost fluency. the experience, depth, complexity, expression is totally different. you can have advanced conversations, tell jokes, say phrases/idioms, create never existing sentences, it's just a whole different experience and connection with the world once you reach a deep vocabulary, grammar structure, and listening skill. i want that same conversation with art. i want that same ability, "speaking" skill with art. i want to have that same "listening" skill in art. i want to form complex sentences in art, not just words, and also "listen" to other peoples art if that makes sense. compare your speaking and language skill with your 12 year old self to yourself now. the way you can speak, express, and listen to others is at whole different level now then when you were 12 years old. i kinda see the same in reaching the depths in an art form. i know nothing about cooking honestly, but i can imagine once you reach it at a very high level, you completely see food and cooking in a different lens and have a deep appreciation, connection, and understanding of cooking and its complexity / "language".

i think if i did persevere, i can actually make something cool and finish a project for once. i want to put something out in the world and make a connection through art and ideas with people. and if i maintained my persistence, my work will progress and form a story, like a tree or song. i find that my coolest works were stuff that i was forced to do, e.g. given a deadline, or i was so passionate about something with a goal in mind and a set date. when there's no motivator, i feel like my mind wanders too much and i leave projects in the dust. it actually feels cool coming back to unfinished projects with a fresh perspective and also being like "hey i forgot i made this", but i feel like it's even cooler when you finish it on the spot and keep it as a historical frame or a special moment in time that was captured in your life. id rather keep the photo than the unshot film, if that makes sense lol.

yeah i find success kind of scary, but also i wonder what it would be like if i did go for it. will i go crazier? i can imagine liking the attention and really appreciating finally being recognized and making people happy or feel something. i can also imagine being emotional that people reflect or feel a connection to what i want to express. but i can also imagine hating it. i dont equate success to being famous, but if i do gather attention from success, i wouldn't like it. i really value privacy lol. and i don't want to deal with questions or criticism. i also dont want people to influence my work or feel the pressure to do something to satisfy fans or maintain relevance or a presence in the community. i just want to do it for myself, on my own terms.

ahh thats great you can sympathize about finding your specialty. and its awesome you have so many interests, all of em sound so exciting haha. i remember i wanted to make clothing at one point. that reminds me of another point though, you also don't have to do it all alone. the greatest artists out there work as a team. so if you have a vision, you don't have to work alone. we are human after all, and some of the most beautiful things we've made are made by a community or team effort. just a friendly reminder that you don't have to pick up these skills by yourself, you can work with others! but hey, if youre doing it out of interest or fun, i dont think it hurts either. films, books, music, clothes, statues, games, actually probably everything in existence is a combination of our efforts working together and collecting, sharing, and maintaining ideas and inventions throughout history. a bit off topic, but also i hate it when people think we take shortcuts or cheat when it comes to making something, like wtf we humans made these tools, so use it lol. its funny how new stuff is considered cheating, then we later adopted it as the norm. like autotune, photoshop, even old stuff like dribbling in basketball or using a calculator. makes u wonder about the future of a.i.

i guess what i just wrote about teamwork is relevant to your next point haha. yeah u can totally be a director. i honestly think part of being successful as an artist (or even just in general) is through connections and just putting yourself out there and being involved in the community. if your interested in all these skills and participate in each community, i can imagine being successful since your casting a big net to meet a lot of different artists with different ideas/perspectives. you can probably meet a lot of people from different backgrounds and form a network.

haha i think at one point when i was super young my doctor asked if i wanted adderall lol. i was definitely super imaginative, stupid/oblivious, and hyper when i was a kid, so i may have adhd, but i dont think so anymore. i was diagnosed with depression when i was a teen and may or may not been bipolar, but was never officially diagnosed during the time. i tried a lot of different meds then tapered off somewhere in college. then i had so many different episodes here and there. i had more existential/identity crisis, and probably a two or three ago, i finally was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and it explains so fucking much about everything i have done in life lol. it probably also explains why im so hesitant about picking up new hobbies/interests because i feel like im entering a manic episode, which is why i get scared if im too passionate about something.

but i made it pretty far. honestly i was going through all my old stuff and recently i was looking at all my old sketchbooks and i was experiencing revelations about myself. its cool that i have all these sketchbooks dating back to like early highschool, and i really captured not only my progress as an artist, but a lot of memories and points in my life and ideas i had. it was surreal and inspiring. i remember the environment/place i was in and the headspace i was at when i looked at a lot of the drawings/paintings. the early days were so innocent, then i could clearly see points where i was spiraling into depression and times where i was manic lol. i would make extensive lists and absolutely fill the page to the brim. and when i was depressed, the pages were isolated or i would take a half a year or more without creating anything. i see the same story with the songs i made.

i think the most i was fucking emotional are these two sketchbooks that were rubberbanded together and had pages that were taped shut. i had no idea what they were, and when i unfastened it, it wasnt a sketchbook but a journal. i dont remember this at all, and i pretty much documented the lowest point in my life lol. it was surreal and pretty much contrasted where i'm at now. i dont remember any of the days i documented. i dont even remember some of the names i mentioned or why i was upset. i felt like a different person wrote this. there was even a letter i wrote that i was supposed to give to someone but never did. the second sketchbook was also a journal, but had pages taped shut. i was scared but also super curious why i taped them shut. i thought it was gonna be like something awful like a suicide letter or something - it was labeled "for everyone or no one", but when i cut it open i was really surprised and super emotional. it was the complete opposite, it was actually a bunch of messages from all my classmates that wrote in my sketchbook to say their goodbyes before we graduated. i absolutely forgot about this, and it was surreal how positive the messages were, especially comparing myself where i am now. a lot of people said i was funny, artistic/creative, unique, and glad i was in their life. some people even wrote they knew ill be successful or stuff like that. i forgot about these people in my life. after that though, the later pages funnily contrasted the messages. i was still journaling my depression, but in a more formal manner, it felt kinda edgy lol, but i guess i was more in a super aware depression and not a completely lost, ignorant depression. it slowly became less depressing as the pages go on, then later became a sketchbook again.

i remember reading that when u have depression or some form of mental illness, you get memory loss, and it explains a lot. there's lots of huge gaps in my memory of highschool and college. those days are completely lost to me. i dont remember anything unless i documented it through a journal, drawing, or song. i feel like im a detective discovering a story by following a trail, but that story is about me. pretty surreal, i feel like a completely different person now.

anyway i think i ranted too long. sorry if this is super fucking long, i feel like a crazy person, but i guess im just flowing with a lot of thoughts and ideas. i may or may not be in a different state of mind right now lol, so i apologize if im sharing too much or talking my mouth off. let me know if you like or don't like these type of messages, and ill moderate my mouth depending on your response haha.

thanks for listening if you actually read every word i wrote this late at night. i feel like i wrote a fucking essay or thesis lmao. it's kind of fun thinking i'm writing all this and it will be stored and archived in the depths of the internet. it's like a journal or snippet of someone's life and someone, including myself, can read this in the future (if tumblr still exists).

Hey!

Sorry about my late reply. I saw this huge block of text and got overwhelmed.

When it comes to traveling a like a mix of both structure and spontaneity. It's nice to have a rough guideline for what you want to do for sure and then fill in the blanks as you go. I recently went to MXCD with some friends and that's what we did! I love it. One of my best vacations ever.

And wow that's cool! I don't really know who David Blaine is but I'm glad youve enjoyed both of these shows.

I think it's great to embrace your lonesome! And you're right, there are more dangers outside and it would be nice to see what life in the future is like. But I hope even though you like to stay inside that you are not doing it out of fear. For me, I'd rather die young and experience the world as much as I can than the other way around.

As for language, I totally agree that languages are a superpower. You know about 30% of Americans have a working passport? Of those people, even fewer have left the country. Korean is an interesting choice. I think it's great that you find it interesting though. I think after Chinese I want to learn Spanish.

I think living in the age of the internet is for sure a blessing and a curse but I think overall it's a blessing. Yes tech companies design with the intent of addiction, but at least the power to disconnect is still technically there. I'd much rather be able to connect, learn from others, and see how expansive and vast everyone is than to stay within an echo chamber I have no choice but to stay in. I think the difference is just choice. You know what I mean?

Yes I take welbutrin for adhd but I'm going to switch to stratera and see how that goes. Adderall makes me too anxious.

I understand what you mean about being kinda good at many things vs being really good at one thing. I think both have merit. In capitalism, the latter is prioritized, but it's really the interdisciplinary people who understand all the moving parts who can see the bigger picture.I don't know if I've mentioned this, but there's the phrase, “a jack of all trades is a master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one.” I think it's sharpening one skill is overrated in my opinion. I've been to many countries and have stayed in a couple of homestays too (thailand and india) and something I am reminded everywhere I go is that communication is often times beyond language.

I think it's totally fair to create for yourself. No need to monetize it.

Yea there is a lot to say about ai's impact on art but I don't think technology is anything to be afraid of. It's the people programming and using it.

I am super grateful to be an artist in NYC, cuz all of my friends are also artists. It makes my life so beautiful and inspiring. I adore my friends, huge fans of them.

I think passion is beautiful! Feels like it's just concentrated love mixed with energy. It's a life force. But I hope you don't let your bipolar stop you. You can learn to work with it, not against it. Do you see a therapist?

It's so cool that you still have all that artwork! I feel like that's my tumblr lol. Maybe you can make new artwork with it. It's like you are addressing your child self, letting them meet you.

Aw I love that story about your sketchbook! I always forget and deflect every nice thing someone says about me so I think it's very special to have them written down. Proof you're loved.

I also don't really remember a lot of my childhood. I wish I could journal now the way I used to, but I've never been actually consistent outside of the time I went to india and didn't have a phone or internet. I feel bad and upset at myself for not hacing the discipline to journal more, but I gotta be gentle with myself. ADHD seeps into every facet of my life and my life makes me feel like I can never write enough about it so why bother. (I know why to bother but it's still hard)

Lol yea this was a lot to get through but I'm glad you feel comfortable sharing this w me. How's summer going for you? It's been good for me, but cancer season has been emotional. I almost broke up with someone I really like last night but they begged for another chance even though I just don't think we are in similar places in life or even have comparable experiences with love and dating. I do really like him though, and I'm also not the type to give up without a second chance so we will see what happens. Tonight I had a date w another person I've been seeing for months and I feel like tonight reaffirmed we are probably better as friends. There is a standard I have for the way my romantic partners treat me and this just isn't it. (I'm polyamorous btw lol)

My longtime partner Myka and I have been good though. They really are my best friend.

I feel like I wrote too much for be to proofread rn at 3:30am so I'm just gonna hope it makes sense. These are huge ass blocks of text