#i knew i was gonna have a meltdown when the apology happened

[punkshort]

i’m the anon who asked about the request! if you decide to do it, i’d absolutely wait forever😂 it’s very angsty tho, so the idea was for outbreak joel who doesn’t get the happy ending. reader who was head over heels in love coping with his death, maybe flashbacks to show the moments of reader seeing him die? idkidk the idea is very vague, sorry if it’s too sad!! if so maybe reader seeing him die was just a terrible nightmare & he’s there waking them up & helping them through a meltdown?

i’ve been craving for some emotional torture for wtv reason😭😭 thank you for even considering requests!🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

Thank you for this request! It's my first one, so I hope you enjoy it. Also, I had to take the out you gave me and make this a nightmare because I am a big ol' softie and I won't apologize for it, but I will apologize for taking so long to write it 😂

I hate when you're right

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: After a heated argument with Joel, you finally convince him into leaving Jackson so you could explore a store for new clothes, and what happens could change your life forever.

Warnings: major character (Joel) death - but it is just a nightmare - don't read if you think that will still upset you, angst, language, violence, descriptions of blood/gore/death scene

WC: 2.5K

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You knew it was childish. You knew it wasn't essential. But you also desperately wanted to feel more comfortable, and was that really such a crime? To want to feel like yourself again? To want to wear clothes that you liked? That fit you properly? Jackson was well stocked with essentials, clothes included, but the clothes the men picked up on patrol were... utilitarian, to say the least. They grabbed the biggest and the warmest clothes so that it afforded more people the opportunity to use them, but you were beginning to grow tired of tucking men's oversized shirts into your pants, the material bunching up at your waist and twisting around as you walked, constantly trying and failing to feel comfortable in your own skin.

You thought Joel would be more open to the idea of heading outside the walls on your day off. You even teased him with the promise of picking up some new underwear, but he didn't fall for it. He fought you tooth and nail the whole evening, his voice lifting over yours angrily to explain how there's been an influx of raiders the past few weeks, that everyone agreed to lay low until they passed through, not wanting to draw attention or pick any unwanted fights. But you persisted. You always did, and you eventually wore him down when you threatened to leave without him.

Why was it such a crime to want to feel comfortable? It was just two people, you could lay low and go unseen, no problem. You've done it countless times before.

You had hoped he would have gotten over it by morning, but you were wrong. He hardly made eye contact with you during breakfast, skirting expertly around you in your kitchen, mumbling under his breath as he sipped his coffee and only shooting you angry looks when your back was turned.

The air was crisp and the woods were peaceful. You thought that would surely turn his mood around. He always appreciated being out with nature, living off the land. As much as he loved living in Jackson, he couldn't deny that part of himself that felt useful, that felt a sense of accomplishment by surviving out in the wild.

"C'mon, are you really gonna act like this all day?" you teased as you held up another shirt against your body before determining it was the right size and then tossed it in a pile with the others.

He was standing at the storefront window with his arms crossed and his jaw clenched. "Don't know what you mean."

You rolled your eyes and looked around the store, spotting a table of underwear with a grin. You lightly skipped over and tossed to the side the pairs that looked far too dusty so you could look at the ones underneath. Clearing your throat, you held up a pair of bright red stain underwear. He turned around and you saw it: it was fast, he hid it well, but you still saw it. That all too familiar excited look in his eye.

"Don't you like them?" you asked with a playful pout. He furrowed his brow at you like he was annoyed, and maybe he was, but you still saw the heat beginning to crawl up his neck.

"They ain't practical."

You gave him a defeated sigh and strolled over to your pile of clothes, your fingertips daintily holding the undergarment out to him. "No? Then what are they?"

His eyes shifted from yours to the red material in your hand and you saw his throat work as he swallowed.

"Useless," he croaked, and you narrowed your eyes at him. You got a little closer, letting the soft fabric glide against the back of his hand when you dropped your arm to your side.

"Oh, yeah?" you said breathily, and you watched his eyelids flutter at your tone. "Then I guess it wouldn't matter if I brought them home and let you rip them off me."

He stepped forward, a growl emitting from his chest, low and deep, when at the exact same time, you both heard shouting outside the store. Swiveling both your heads towards the glass storefront, your blood ran cold when you saw six heavily armed men advancing towards you.

"Shit," he muttered, his arm pulling your shoulder down just in time to avoid the cascade of bullets that rained down upon you. You laid face down on the rough carpet, covering the back of your head with your eyes squeezed shut, waiting for the shooting to stop. Joel tugged on your arm and you opened your eyes in a panic.

"Follow me!" he shouted, army crawling towards the registers, and you dutifully followed behind, your heart racing wildly in your chest.

Once you made it, the counter offering some, but not much, safety, the both of you pulled out your guns and double checked your ammo.

"Alright, when they stop to reload-"

"I know," you said, cutting him off. You've both been in this situation before. You knew what to do.

Holding your rifle upright and against your chest, you breathed deep, trying to steady your hands until the bullets slowed and you heard more shouting. Joel nodded to you and you both sprung up from the floor, pulling your rifles against your bodies in sync and lining up your targets.

Patience is a virtue. The amount of ammunition they wasted on the two of you was laughable when you each caught one of them between the eyes, leaving four against two.

You thought you would be able to get another shot off but Joel tugged your arm and you slinked back to the floor as a shower of bullets rained over you once again.

"You good?" he asked, and you nodded, gasping for air. Your hands began to stabilize when the shock wore off. You were in the zone.

Pressing both your backs against the small counter, you remained calm and waited out your attackers. Glass shards tinkled and scattered behind you. Bullets pinged against the metal shelving, ricocheting into the drywall.

"Assault rifles for two people? Really?" you muttered, more so to yourself, but Joel heard you.

"Told you this was a bad fuckin' idea," he said angrily.

When there was another brief pause, he looked to you again and nodded. At the same time, you rose up and took aim, firing on your attackers once again. Joel made his shot, you didn't. Three down, three to go.

"Fuck," you grumbled, reloading your rifle even though you still had rounds left.

"Focus," he scolded.

The men sounded like they were getting closer. Their voices were louder. Clearer. The shots were deafening. You prayed they weren't inside the store, because you hadn't planned an exit strategy. Without warning, Joel stood up and fired a shot. You heard a man scream and then a loud thud. It sounded like the man was just on the other side of the counter.

"That's not the plan," you seethed at him when he dropped back down next to you.

"Didn't have a choice, he was 'bout to jump us," he sneered.

Two against two.

When the shots slowed down, you held your breath, looking at Joel from the corner of your eye. He held his palm up to you silently, signaling for you to stay where you were. You heard boots crunching slowly against glass and your heart leapt into your throat. They were in the store.

You shot Joel a panicked look but he just shook his head, focusing on their footsteps, calculating how far away they were.

"Come out now and no one gets hurt," a man's deep voice called out. He was close.

Joel clenched his jaw and flared his nostrils. You knew that look. It was the look of a man who was about to do something stupid. But before you could stop him, before you could reach out to him and hold him back, he stood up and took aim.

One shot. That was all you heard when Joel slumped to the floor next to you, clutching his stomach as dark red blood poured from the wound. Your eyes went wide and you saw red. Without thinking, you stood up and shot, taking one of the two men down with a yelp. The remaining raider ducked behind a display, and you dropped your rifle in favor of your handgun. Crouching low to the ground, you inched forward, careful of any broken glass that would give your position away. When you were on the other side of the display, you heard the man's labored breaths. He was scared. He was out of his element. And you had him right where you wanted him.

Silently tucking the gun in the back of your pants, you slid your hunting knife out from your ankle holster. You took a deep breath and lunged forward, driving the knife deep into the man's chest.

He dropped his gun and clutched weakly at your hands, but it was no use. His blood poured from the wound when you yanked your knife out with a grunt, and you watched as his hands slowly slid back down to his sides, his eyes still wide open and staring up at the ceiling.

You smirked, feeling victorious for only a moment before you remembered Joel. Dropping your knife, you rushed back to his side, only to find his face pale and his hands stained dark red.

"Joel!" you cried out, pressing your palms against the wound, hoping to slow the bleeding. His eyes drifted towards you, softening when he saw you were alive and unharmed. That you were going to make it.

Panic consumed you. Your heart was slamming against your ribs as you fumbled with your backpack, trying to find your first aid kit through the tears.

"I love you," he whispered, and you shook your head.

"Don't start with that, you're gonna be fine."

"Baby," he said weakly, and you choked back a sob.

"Hold on," you told him, still searching in your pack.

"Look at me," he said, and your hands stilled for a moment before you dragged your eyes back to him, your lower lip trembling as you took in his deteriorating state.

"I need to-" you began, but stopped to take in a shaky breath. "I need to patch you up and get you to the horses."

"No, you don't," he said softly, and more tears spilled from your eyes.

"Yes, I do. I gotta-"

"I ain't gonna make it, sweetheart," he slurred, and you could see by the amount of blood he was losing that he was right. But still, you pressed your palms against the gunshot wound, your fingers slipping through his thick and sticky blood.

"Don't say that. I can't do this without you," you whimpered, and closed your eyes for a brief moment. You felt his fingertips weakly grip your chin and you forced your eyes back open.

"Yes, you can," he said as firmly as he could. He was so pale and weak and it was making your stomach turn.

You shook your head, about to argue with him, but he stopped you.

"You keep goin', you hear me?" he said, and still, you shook your head from side to side, small sobs slipping past your lips. "Don't let this world win. You... go on and keep fightin'. Please. Be happy, baby. For me."

"No!" you cried out, spittle dripping from your lips now, mixing with your tears. "I won't! I-I can't!"

"You can," he repeated, and gave you a weak smile. "I'm ready, baby. It'll be okay."

You squeezed your eyes shut tight, the tears leaking out, hot and angry on your cheeks as you sobbed over him, clutching his hand in yours so tightly, like if you squeezed hard enough, you could give him your lifeforce. Give him your breath. But moments later, his grip weakened and when you opened your eyes, his head slumped to the side and his lifeless eyes stared off into the distance.

"Joel!" you screamed, sitting up in bed, drenched in sweat with tears still streaming down your face. You looked to your side, where he normally slept, but he wasn't there. Panic squeezed your throat, your chest fucking hurt, but you flung the blankets off you and ran towards the door. Still not hearing any sounds, you raced down the stairs, almost tripping in the process but you had a grip on the railing to keep you steady.

When your eyes finally landed on his familiar form stretched out on the couch, his back to you, you allowed yourself to breathe a sigh of relief.

Reality came back to you now. You had your fight about leaving Jackson, but he won and you slept apart. You never left. He never got shot. It was all just a horrible dream.

You stumbled over to the couch, your tears unstoppable, the nightmare too vivid, too real. Your trembling hands clutched his shoulder as you fell to your knees on the floor, shaking him awake.

"What?" he grumbled, clearly still pissed off about your fight.

"I'm sorry!" you sobbed loudly, and when he realized something was wrong, he whipped around to face you.

"What happened?" he asked, his voice still thick with sleep.

"I-I had-" you began, then you hiccupped, cutting yourself off. His face was etched with concern as he forced himself up and cupped your face.

"C'mon, talk to me," he urged, the fear in his eyes reflecting back to you as you looked at him, still not sure what was real and what wasn't.

"I had a nightmare," you finally managed to get out. "About our fight. That we... we went out like I wanted and-and-" you collapsed into another fit of sobs, your shoulders shaking violently.

"Hey, it's alright," he soothed, pulling you up and into his lap and rubbing your back. You pressed your tear stained face into his neck, inhaling deeply, grounding yourself. He was alive. He was here. Everything was fine.

"I'm sorry," you whimpered, your throat still tight but your tears were slowing down. "I'm sorry we fought. I don't wanna go out anymore. I don't need new clothes, it was stupid, I'm sorry."

"Shh, it's okay," he said, pulling you tightly against his chest, "I'm sorry we fought, too. I just wanna keep us safe."

"I know, you're right," you said, pulling back a bit and wiping your nose with the back of your hand. "Will you come back to bed?"

"Yeah," he replied with half a smirk. "'Course I'll come back to bed, baby. Don't cry, it's alright."

You let him lead you up the stairs and to your bedroom, your side of the bed still damp with sweat but it didn't bother you. Joel was safe and sound and in your arms and you didn't care if you had to wear a potato sack for the rest of your life, as long as you had Joel, nothing else mattered.

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I'm here to cure your bordem! o7 how are you?

What if peke J took a liking to a new neighbor that just moved in? peke J spending most of his time occupying the new neighbors time <3

How would baji and chifuyu feel or act??

Welcome to my little blog, I’m doing okay. How are you doing? Anyway you didn’t specify if you wanted headcanons or drabble so I’m gonna do a little bit of both if that's okay. Also I wrote this to be fairly platonic, I hope that’s okay. Anyway enjoy, have a good day and remember to hydrate or diedrate.

How it starts:

First off they had no clue someone just moved in, being too busy with toman and school they didn’t notice the moving truck or new name on the mail boxes.

Let’s be honest, they probably only realized someone new lived there when Chifuyu noticed Peke J was missing the first time.

Chifuyu’s first thought was that Peke just snuck out to visit Baji, but upon questioning his friend it was brought to their attention they had no clue where the cat had run off too.

Baji being the only one with a brain cell suggested looking around the complex because he had to be around there somewhere while Chifuyu had a mini meltdown thinking he had lost his cat for good.

Chifuyu would take the suggestion and start looking in the dumbest places for Peke J, the trash cans, behind a potted plant next to a random apartment door, Baji on the other hand was politely knocking on doors asking if they had seen the cat.

After about half an hour Chifuyu had slumped to the floor once again believing Peke J had run away never to be seen again. All Baji could think to do is suggest that they make missing posters for the cat.

Before Chifuyu could even nod in agreement the aforementioned cat just walked over and layed in his lap, shocking the boys.

    “Oh you must be his owner.” Said a voice that neither boy recognised. Turning to the voice, they noticed someone standing at the door to an apartment only a few doors from Chifuyu’s apartment. “Wait, are you okay, you look like you’ve been crying?”  the stranger walked over kneeling next to the blonde who just looked stunned, where the hell did you come from?

   Collecting his train of thought Baji spoke first. “Sorry about this, Chifuyu was just really worried about Peke J, I’m Keisuke Baji and the idiot on the floor is Chifuyu Matsuno” He introduced himself. Chifuyu shot Baji a glare before focusing on Peke J.

   “It’s okay, I can understand being worried about such a sweet cat. Anyway I’m Y/n Y/l/n, I just moved in a week ago. It's nice to meet you two.” You responded standing back up. “Well now that I don’t have a cat laying on all my stuff I have things to finish unpacking so I’ll see you guys around.” With that you disappeared into your apartment leaving two gang members and a cat.

   Chifuyu took that as his cue to pick up Peke J and finally get off the floor. “Who knew we had a new neighbor? Anyway bad cat, you shouldn’t be bugging strangers.” He said holding the cat like a baby. Baji just laughed at his friend, scolding the cat notorious for sneaking out. “What are you laughing at?” Chifuyu said to the grinning boy.

   Shaking his head, Baji just waved him off and headed for the stares. “You’re just stupid, anyway I’m going home now that you found your cat, bye.”

    Little did Chifuyu or Baji know this would be a regular occurrence, every few days Peke J would just disappear. Chifuyu would first go to Baji then have to go knock on your door to see if the cat had once again decided to bug you. After the fifth time he stopped bugging Baji about it, and would just ask you. 

Chifuyu’s feelings on the situation:

Again when Peke J first went missing it freaked him out, like that’s his baby and he just disappeared

But after a few times he accepted that it was just going to keep happening.

Chifuyu would also feel bad for the fact that you had to deal with his cat that would randomly escape, but after multiple conversations assuring him that it’s fine he would apologize but understood that it wasn’t bugging you

He got so used to Peke J going over to hang out with you that if there was a toman meeting or he knew a fight was coming up he would ask if you could keep an eye on Peke J until he got home.

On more than one occasion he would open his phone to see a picture of Peke J asleep somewhere in your apartment when Chifuyu could have sworn the cat was just on his bed.

Eventually he accepted that it was now a split parenting relationship, only differences is are one Peke J is a cat, two you guys aren’t together and never were, and third neither of you had control over when and where the cat wanted to stay

As Peke J spent more time at your place Chifuyu did as well slowly adding you to the mini friend group of him and Baji

Chifuyu also is 100% in support of the random pictures you send of Peke J dressed in various costumes, though his favorite was a mini Toman jacket you had either made yourself or commissioned to be made for the cat if you aren’t very crafty.

Baji’s feelings on the situation:

At first was also worried about the cat, mostly because he knew Chifuyu would lose his shit if something actually happened to Peke J

Got tired of the constant texts saying ‘have you seen Peke J’ from Chifuyu and was the one to suggest he just ask you.

Finds it funny that half the time Peke J chooses you over Chifuyu.

Baji would definitely tell the whole gang that Chifuyu now shares custody of a cat with the new person in the building

He would go with Chifuyu to pick up Peke J after Toman meetings to chat with you cause if you’re gonna be a part of the group he might as well make an effort.

When he saw the cat sized Toman jacket he nearly died laughing at it, because who in their right mind makes a biker gang jacket for a cat, he then immediately sends pictures to everyone.

Honestly he’s happy to have another friend, even if you’re not a fighter and just watch his buddy’s cat, you’re cool, so why not hang out with you sometimes.

Overall I see it starting out as Chifuyu thinking he’s bugging you and Baji just accepting that a cat has picked the newest member of the friend group.

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[wario-speedwagon]

Dave and Old Sport Adopt a Kid: Chapter 14

Happy Valentine's Day! I've got an extra long chapter for you this time, and it's a bit of a doozy, so I hope you enjoy! Full chapter under the cut :)

Chapter 1 Chapter 13 All Chapters Index

Chapter 14

Jack. was. miserable.

Frankly, all he wanted to do once he got home was go straight to bed so he could at least meltdown over everything in private. But no; Dave was almost certainly gonna expect an explanation the moment they sat down, and Jack was running out of ways to get out of it.

Does he just rip the whole band-aid off tonight? ‘Hey Dave, that was my sister Dee, you know, the one you and Henry killed? Yeah, she’s not thrilled that I’ve started working with the man that helped kill her.’

…

Jack was tired enough that just saying those exact words was maybe even tempting actually. Whether or not it would cause a shitshow, at least it’d be easier than enduring more of Dave “subtly” egging him on to share more about his past. If he really wanted to know that badly, he could just have it then.

But that wasn’t what Jack really wanted at all. He cared enough about his relationship with Dave to not want to jeopardize it so thoughtlessly. If only Dave could just somehow take the hint that he kept things to himself for a reason. Not to mention the secrets he kept were usually things he himself wished to leave behind.

Y’know, like his dead family.

And as much as he hated to admit it, maybe Dave was onto something with his recent stunt. Why not build a new family on the ashes of his old one? Maybe it wouldn’t be half-bad after all. It could even be fun, once he eventually got over the salt of how Dave sprung this all on him without listening—

*sigh*

…Except his “dead family” was still there to haunt him. And that complicated all of this for him.

Still… Maybe there was a thin thread of hope… It was foolish to think it would ever fix the bridges he burnt, but still…

With Pruny now here with them, maybe leaving the child murder behind would be on the table. It had its fun, sure, but Jack was far from attached to it, and the actual killing parts of it were, uh… more to Dave’s taste than his own, if he had to admit it.

Jack didn't at all regret befriending Dave, not one bit. At the same time, he decided he didn't always care for all the lives he helped take either. Or more specifically, for being the William to Dave's Henry. He saw the parallels, and it left a nasty taste in his mouth whenever he noticed them.

But worst of all, the blood on his hands permanently ruined his relationship with his family. It ruined it first with Peter when Peter believed the reports that he killed Dee, and then it ruined it with Dee when Jack decided to be the very child murderer he'd been framed to be.

He didn’t know why he ever thought she wouldn’t eventually notice.

*hic*

Oh… Pruny was starting to cry behind him again.

Now a different flavor of guilt took over. It’d always been one of the worst sounds to Jack, knowing that he couldn't comfort it to silence. And not simply because of the car he was busy driving either; despite how easily children could just show all their feelings, Jack never knew what to do about most of them. No matter how much faith Peter had in him back then to reassure him that he would do just fine. No matter how much he thought he could trust Jack to do it on his own now.

But that must have just been wishful thinking on Peter’s part to feel better about moving out in the end, because after that day, that faith had been well and thoroughly dashed.

…And it turned out that trying to reach out to Peter to apologize and explain after everything that happened was a mistake too…

Well, that guy was dead now anyway, so it doesn’t matter anymore, right?

No no, Jack wasn’t going down this train of thought again.

But man…even Dave, who was now currently offering generic words of comfort to a silenced Pruny, was somehow much more natural at this than Jack could ever manage in his six years with Dee. Yeah, maybe it was better to leave Pruny to Dave tonight.

The drive home was approaching its end now; except where he would usually start to feel relief and unwinding after another hard day, Jack felt none tonight.

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The three had just finished anticlimactically climbing out of the car and entering their home. Only minimal words were exchanged in the process.

And now they were milling about in the living room, evidently waiting for someone to be decisive enough to break the ice.

Well Jack had one idea to change this awful mood a bit.

“C’mon, let’s go take care of that scratch. Lucky for you I always have plenty of ointment. Go wet a towel and clean your face, I’ll be right back.”

Jack had already disappeared before he could see Dave’s slight confusion at this turn of events. Must not have been anything Henry ever bothered with for him.

Being a zombie cursed with immortality had its strange quirks. Sure, his body always repaired itself from injuries back to a functional state, though Jack learned the hard way that if he didn’t properly care for said injuries, they rarely healed, er, right.

And just as he promised Jack returned to the living room, antibiotic cream in one hand, as well as a clean rag in the other—he decided didn’t trust the Freddy’s-provided bandage Scott gave Dave to be sufficiently sanitary. (Heck, with Freddy’s incredibly lax sanitation policies, if they really wanted to take down Dave Miller, they didn’t need any sort of Springlock trap or sting operation, but simply an honest attempt at first aid. How ironic.)

Dave was currently dabbing his face with the wet towel he obediently got for himself, and Pruny was sitting next to him, observing with interest as she usually did. (Thankfully her eyes seemed dry again.)

“Why don’t you take that filthy dish rag off your face so we can clean it up right.”

“Nah, you don’t have to—”

Jack took his seat next to Dave on the couch, close enough to get a good look at his face, and Dave immediately tensed away for space. Jack took it upon himself to remove the old bandage himself since Dave didn’t seem so inclined.

The rag covering half his face was removed to uncover a flustered expression with almost-red cheeks. Dave’s whole demeanor was uncharacteristically timid and touchy right now, but it was probably easier if Jack ignored that for now.

“Chill out, a little ointment sting never hurt nobody,” said Jack matter-of-factly as he was already mindlessly portioning and spreading the appropriate amount onto his fingers ready for application.

As Jack’s hand approached his cut cheek, Dave instinctively pulled away with a quiet, nervous laughter and an ever redder face.

“C’mon, man, what’s your issue?”

“...N-Nothin’! Just… heh… gonna be cold, isn’t it?”

Jack blankly stared at the obvious cowardly excuse—‘cold’?—and Dave’s failed show of composure collapsed even further the longer it went on.

“...Do it yourself then if you rather—”

“Oh, nonono!” he unexpectedly insisted. “You can still— Eheh…” Dave trailed off quickly and intensely avoided eye contact again. His face was now beet red and clearly fighting off an involuntary smile of some sort, and it looked goofy as hell.

“—AGH-gh-hgh—!” Jack had impatiently smeared a glob onto one of Dave’s cuts.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“—A little more warning next time!” yelled Dave grimacing, hand instinctively cradling his now-stinging cheek.

“Now rub that stuff in more. The more it stings, the more you’re doing it right.”

Dave did as told, wincing accordingly. When he stopped rubbing his face, Jack turned to face him again and readied another glob for application, which turned Dave’s face red again.

Pruny was silently grinning watching all of this go down with completely undivided attention. Jack couldn’t blame her, Dave’s faces were definitely providing some free entertainment.

“Goin’ under your eye now.”

After a moment of blank hesitation, Dave nodded, tightly closing his eyes to brace himself.

“Don’t scrunch your cheeks up so much like that, just relax them.”

But Dave’s face seemed to do the opposite of relaxing the closer Jack’s fingers approached for another smear. Wow, Jack wasn’t expecting him to act so shy about this. It was definitely frustrating to work with, but it was amusing enough that he didn’t mind.

His fingers finally made contact with the bags of Dave’s eye, and to his credit, Dave didn’t back away this time, but bravely took it, humming whimpers of discomfort to himself as Jack lightly rubbed the stuff until it eventually absorbed.

As Dave was getting used to the sensation of his face being touched, Jack then repeated the process above his eye. Jack glanced at his side to see Pruny still utterly transfixed, watching Jack's hand like a dog watching the tennis ball waiting for you to throw it. Jack was pretty sure she probably hadn't blinked in a good while, so he playfully dabbed a small fleck of ointment on her nose with a grin on his face, winning a mischievous laugh out of Pruny that Jack reciprocated with a chuckle. Dave had opened his eyes too late from his prolonged wincing to catch why they were suddenly giggling.

She clearly wanted to participate too, so Jack let her dab a tiny bit onto Dave's cheek. Of course, when he saw Pruny was taking a turn, Dave had to lower his neck down a lot so she could reach.

Jack then returned his focus to making the finishing touches on the remaining skin cuts on Dave’s face.

“...There, that should do it.”

“Th-Thanks…”

“Don’t mention it. Now how’s the eye itself?” Dave had not opened it once since removing the bandage, which worried him.

“Not… great if I’m honest. Might need to rock that pirate style for a while after all, methinks.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to try to see a doctor?”

“I’ll be arrrright!” said Dave as he all too readily whipped out a classic black eye-patch that he must have stolen from Foxy on their way out.

Jack just stared in disbelief. Pruny giggled next to him.

“...If you start talking like a pirate, I might just have to punch you for it.”

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They were all gathered at table, clinking their spoons away at their mac and cheese bowls. The two had hotly debated earlier whether mac and cheese was a spoon food or a fork food, but that debate was easily settled once they found that only the spoons were clean in the drawer anyway. Dave was glad to have at least one victory ove Jack today, no matter how much Jack insisted he didn’t “win” anything.

It was still depressing to Jack how quickly his food stash depleted when now feeding three times the mouths. Pruny was eating slowly at her own comfortable pace, contrasting with how Dave leaned in to ravenously scarf down his bowl up to his face. Jack swore he was going to get that white towel wrapped over his eye stained with cheese sauce.

Jack had made him keep the clean towel over his eye for now until they washed the dumb pirate patch of its Freddy's...essence. There was only so much hygiene one could keep up with when you worked at Freddy's, and even less so when you were a rotting zombie, but still: when it came to stuff like that, Peter had drilled every caution into him, and it still stuck with him. (Man, if Peter could see how Jack lived now…)

Dave triumphantly set down his bowl and spoon with a satisfied sigh.

“Ahh, that was good.”

“You barely gave yourself time to taste it, or else you’d realize it’s sadly just Kraft mac and cheese.”

“My friend, I don't need to ‘taste’ it to know it's good eatin’.”

“I… That's an interesting view on food.”

“So…” As Dave's voice calmed to a more serious tone, Jack was way ahead of him and wasn’t having it. “About—”

“Not now. Two of us are still taking our time to actually enjoy and taste our food.”

“...Alright,” he relented civilly.

There was that tension from the car again. Jack suddenly had less appetite when he knew what awaited the end of the meal, but he continued anyway as if unbothered. Still, Dave didn't have to wait so expectantly at the table like this. Oh how Jack envied Pruny right now who was just eating peacefully and obliviously.

…Though now that Jack gave more than a peripheral glance at her, he noticed she wasn't her usual self either. She still had a good amount of her bowl left, and more of her spoon motions were spent toying with the noodles than eating them.

Dave noticed Jack's attention toward Pruny and also seemed to independently catch on to the same concern.

“C’mon, eat, Prune. It’s getting cold.”

She didn’t take notice until Dave lightly nudged her bowl which brought her out of whatever headspace she’d been in as she rushed a bit too much to show them that she was indeed eating.

The table remained at awkward clinking silence, this time minus the ravenous sounds from Dave’s side of the table like before, but eventually everyone finished their bowls. Pruny took the liberty of excusing herself immediately after finishing (and she finished it quickly as if she was being graded on it), so she headed for the spare room for some paper and pens from the desk drawer before taking them out to the living room. (Wait, since when did she find where Jack kept that stuff…?)

Jack, meanwhile, had risen to collect the bowls and silverware and brought them to the sink which he then turned on to fill said bowls with water. He didn’t feel like washing them right away, but he learned from experience that letting mac and cheese dry made it more of a time-consuming bitch to clean later—actually, on second thought, maybe he did feel like doing all of the dishes right now, so he rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the dish soap.

Good. Dave also finally got up to find his own way to keep himself busy too, it would seem.

…Oh, he was coming over to help with the dishes, wasn’t he? He walked toward Jack and the sink, also rolling up his sleeves.

Well here we go.

But to Dave’s credit, and to Jack’s bewilderment, he immediately set to the task without a word, and he was surprisingly efficient at it too. Evidently he knew what he was doing, and Jack didn’t know if it was condescending of him to be impressed considering Dave’s penchant for chaos. Then again, he used to live with Henry, which was always a plausible explanation for any number of mysteries and surprises Jack found in Dave over time.

It wasn’t until a full stack of cups had been rinsed to dry that Dave began.

“Jack Kennedy, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s… my name, don’t wear it out. Actually, on second thought maybe you should wear it out more compared to what you usually call me.”

“No, it’s just—in the car ride, I did a lot of thinking, of where I would have heard the name before. Why it’s familiar.”

“I mean, there is that copycat U.S. president you’re probably thinking of—”

“No, not that, I’m serious!”

Jack dropped the attempt at facetiousness because Dave wasn’t having it. Neither of them were really cleaning any dishes at this point.

“Alright, no more dancin’ around it. I know where I remember your names from. And from that I can connect some pretty ugly dots about what’s goin’ on.

But I wanna hear it all from you.”

“You’re really not messing around for once. Where should I even start?”

“Well, let’s start with names. So you’re a Kennedy, eh?

I’m well aware of who the Kennedies are. Specifically Dee Kennedy, the little redhead girl who got abducted at Fredbear’s in…” Dave counted mentally, “1973. She’d be your sister, yeah?”

For how stupid he acts, Dave was actually scarily perceptive.

“That means you know my real name too. Because the Kennedies and Fredbear’s go way back, don’t we? You’ve known of me long before even Henry died.”

Dave then fell silent, as if expecting Jack to take it from there, so he did.

“You’re William Afton. One of the two men who murdered my sister in cold blood.”

Jack was surprised by the old anger that surfaced as he admitted that. He thought he let that go. Strangely, Dave seemed almost glad about it.

“So I was right. It’s good to see you do still remember that second part too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Sportsy, it’s so damn bizarre to me—how you’d so easily and happily start snagging kids with me of all people, and after what I did to your sister? If you two are really family, then that just doesn’t make sense to me, because you knew damn well who I was from the beginning, so—”

“What doesn’t make sense to me is why you suddenly care about me and my family’s affairs. You certainly didn’t back then.”

“But Old Sport, you’re practically family to me now, so now it’s different—”

“And they were my family just the same.”

That made Dave stop to reconsider some things.

“You really just don’t even think about any of the lives you’ve taken, do you?”

“I-I suppose not? Not most of ‘em, anyway, never really felt a need to.”

Jack held a thoughtful silence. And then he decided to get into it.

“Well think about this then. Dee was our younger sister. Good fifteen-to-twenty years younger than Peter and me, and it was up us to raise her, having dead parents and all.

So you can stop pestering me about why I know so much about raising kids.”

Dave cast a brief look of embarrassment to the side with a half-hearted chuckle.

Jack then sighed before continuing.

“Then 1973 rolls around, Peter’s moved out with his wife and kid, so it’s just me and Dee celebrating her sixth birthday at Fredbear’s, why not? And then of course you know what happened that day.”

Now Jack took his turn to wait for Dave to answer from there. But the response he got instead was strange.

“How did that… make you feel?”

“...Huh?”

Jack looked quizzically at Dave who evidently still meant that question sincerely.

“It was the worst I’d ever felt in my life.”

“I-I see…”

Dave resumed the handwashing that their conversation had suspended, so Jack did the same. They both needed a good moment to think.

But then Dave abruptly set his plate down and turned to Jack.

“No wonder she was so pissed at you! How could you just forget her like that!?”

“Are you aware of the hypocrisy of you telling me that?”

“Still not half as hypocritical as you buddying up with me in front of her!”

“Yeah, well I didn't exactly want her to find out about all that…Why do you think I was so keen to keep her box wound up?” Not that Dee wasn't well aware of what Jack had done at that point anyway, but...

“... …Sportsy, do you ever want to make up with your sister?”

“...Hmm...

…Well what I want and what I plan to do are very different things, and the latter is ‘no, never.’”

“Why not?”

“Well that should be obvious after today; it’s not up to me.”

“Well, what about what you want then?”

“What I want…I don’t really know. I try not to think too hard about what I ‘want’ out of life these, just depresses the hell outta me. I try keep my ‘wanting’ to simple things I'm actually allowed to have, like a cigarette, or a nap or… or a friend to fight off the loneliness.”

“...I think you should at least try to—”

“That’s not what she wants, so it doesn’t matter what I want.

…Besides, since when do you care about her? You wanted her gone just hours ago.”

“Well, if she’s important to you—”

“That's all that matters to you then? What about all the other lives you took? Would you still have taken my sister’s life if you had known me before then?

If we’d still never met, you never would have spent a second thought about Dee’s death or even mine.”

“I—…” Dave did regularly think about his third red-haired victim, actually…

Wait, ‘his’ death—?

“Or Pruny? You would have taken her without a second though if she wasn’t aubergine.”

“But she’s a different—!”

“She’s a child just like all the rest, Dave, no more, no less. In fact, she reminds me a hecking lot of Dee sometimes.”

That last sentence in particular was deeply unsettling to Dave. Empathizing wasn’t something that came naturally to Dave, so when Jack put it like that for him…

Not that Jack was faring any better himself. Not even Dave could accept his hypocrisy either—

“...”

“...”

Their words were starting to settle in the silent aftermath like dust. It… would seem the conversation was over now…

Jack had not-very-subtly turned to resume washing the last of the dishes. And a few seconds later, Dave also dismissed himself to the living room.

But Dave hadn’t made it as far as the dining table before the two instinctively turned their heads toward the direction of the front door as the doorbell chimed throughout the house.

“...Who the fuck would be…?”

Jack quickly dumped the plate back into the dishwater and wiped his wet hands on his shirt as he went to answer the door. And after a beat of considering it, Dave decided he should follow too.

The two walked past Pruny who was thankfully already fast asleep on her couch, drawing stuff left on the floor beside her. Dave stopped behind to pull her bunched up blanket over her.

Meanwhile Jack opened the door to reveal a sopping wet Phone Guy standing right before him.

(Chapter 15)->

#wow this chapter was probably the most challenging to write! But I think my efforts finally paid off! #dsaf #dayshift at freddy's #dayshift at freddys #jack kennedy #dave miller #dsaf jack #jack dsaf #dsaf dave #dave dsaf #dsaf fanfic

[nerdyenby]

Red time :D I’m watching Ranboo

I am so behind on vods but it’s MCC day baby!!!!!!!

This team is gonna be so good, so silly but I think they could win

THE DRESS IS STUNNING KING but why the magenta eye makeup?? it adds to the unhinged vibe lol

Ranboo doesn’t know what sequins are?????

“I don’t mean anything that I say ever, any of the time, just so everyone knows” my streamer

HAPPY ROSH HASHANAH EVERYONE!!! <333

“Don’t be pissed at me if I don’t do well ❤️” why are they like this /pos

Ranboo’s religious side screaming for help every time he wears a dress 😭😭😭

Bad news: freedom of speech isnow behind a paywall, Good news: the money goes to charity

The M rating is exclusively so they can say death threats

“I swear to god, be funny!!! ‘Haha I said funny jokes’ I KILL YOU!! Guys it’s all jokes <3 it’s all jokes and it’s all love <333”

Shelby INSTANTLY gaslighting Ranboo into believing the audibly farted, I adore this duo with all my soul

Ran and Shelby are now pushoverduo <333 /s

WATER DOESNT HAVE A TASTE

I love this team so much

You can watch Ranboo but watch out, it’s a slippery slope to the “HELP HELPPPPP” vocal stim

Bingo enthusiasts my beloved

Ranboo just screaming when Shelby called them sexist 😂😂😂

Michael is a genuinely good sandkeeper, he just needs a team that will hype him up and respect him

The way I knew exactly where Ran was going lmao

Ranboo staring into the camera when they start talking about saw

Oh…. Ok……

Bingo but Fast

BINGOOOOOOOOOO

I missed bingo so much, it’s not even funny

He found a Michael you guys

“Wait can we take fall damage?” “I don’t think so” *falls to his death*

Gosh, I am still not used to the new caves, they’re so beautiful and scary

“I’m so smell and dumb :(” “that’s okay!!”

Holy crap the top 4 teams are all so close

“That was fun… well, it’s all downhill from here” SHELBY 😂😂😂

Parkour Tag

Them being excited to play it because they all hate it lol

Ran losing their absolute mind in parkour tag, maybe this game is fun

Shane is killing me actually

“I don’t feel strongly about anything” same!!!

This team is so funny holy

“Oh we’re in tenth right now” “No we’re not” Shane 😂😂😂

“Guys we’re better than a bunch of 40 year olds” “they’re not 40!!!!!” “They’re 50 theyre 50 theyre 50” this team oh my god

Ran calling Skeppy homophobic and Shane’s “I mean… is it-?”

“Who are we going up against? Who am I?” “You’re Ranboo” “Oh ok, that’s right” their chemistry has no right to be so good what the

I love Joel and Shane’s rivalry, neither of them know why they’re rivals but they are

I haven’t laughed this hard in absolute ages holy

Meltdown

“I can’t believe we have beef with the goddamn Pack”

“Are we supposed to be doing something?” THATS MY S-TIER

Tubbo threatening to tweet Ran’s address, beeduo crumbs /s /s /s

Red and pink’s beef is the funniest thing ever oh my god

Hole in the Wall

They’re so all over the place they mean everything to me

My streamer’s favorite color is 3, so true

“Skeppy’s having problems” “aren’t we all?”

The reactions to Shane saying his nose is bleeding lmao “What we’re you inhaling?” “Air”

“GUYS ITS BLUE- oh wait, it’s red” Shane 😭😭😭

“We’re all just gamers” “We’re all gay” so true

SHELBY POPPING OFFFFFFFF

Everyone hyping her up <333

Ranboo insisting they’re not bothered by different pronunciations whilst sounding progressively more bothered

Parkour Warrior

Ranboo?? Screaming????? Noooo…. /s

Vod muted Sadge

They’re popping off!!!!!!

Ran screaming at purpled to get a job and then instantly apologizing 😂😂😂

That drop lmao, it happens to Ran’s team every time

Ranboo got prescribed adhd meds today FINALLY /lh (I’m a psychology student and have adhd lol)

Skybattle

They’re surviving!!!!

Ran 2nd!!!!!!

Them avenging Michael’s honor my beloved

Shelby and Shane hiding in a hole lol

SHANE WILDIN

SHANE’S LEVI PLAY WHAT THE?!????!?!!

I could go off about how the amount of alcohol on MCC day correlates to how chill contemporary events are, everyone’s just here for a good time and it’s so much better this way

TGTTOSAWAF

WHY ARE WE PLAYING TGTTOS?????? I thought the final two were sands and grid :( /nm

Nothing like spontaneous karaoke over discord <333

“I AM FULLY STRAIGHT, I AM SO GODDAMN STRAIGHT, I AM NOT TILTED”

Ran was tabbed out but I’m imagining Michael and Scar holding the door open for each other lol

I have a headache lol

Grid Runners

I’m actually entirely okay with this tbh

Shane cheating pogchamp

Ran and Shelby “no u”-ing in the stone pyramid lol

That search the house was CLEAN

THEYRE SO GOOD AT THIS HOLY SHIT!!!!!!

Michael is so tipsy lmao

Ranboo in third, who woulda thunk

Dodgebolt

This was an amazing time, this team was wild

Oli v Ollie!!!!!!

“Everyone’s scared of Jojo and they should be” SO TRUE SHELBY SHUBBLE

“I actually have seen Sapnap miss these” lmao Shane

Them chanting Gem’s name <333

Aw rip, gg

Great times, great vibes <3

#mcc34 #mc championship #ranboo #shubble #firebreathman #michael mcchill #nerdy’s mcc reactions #cw swearing

[crashingwavesinmyworld]

I’m not gonna act like I’m perfect and that I’ve never made mistakes or sometimes said hurtful things when upset (who hasn’t though) but I’m tired of being treated like the villain in a situation where I’m the victim and I’m tired of any way i try to defend myself or when I’m just trying to get answers is seen as me having a “BPD meltdown” or “lashing out.”

I have every right to be hurt and angry and sad but I think I’m handling it pretty well regardless??? And I wouldn’t need to constantly defend myself or speak about how hurt I am or any of that if this dickhead had just properly communicated with me in the first place or at the very least didn’t try to paint me as some dangerous crazy person for something that wasn’t my fault and like even if it hadn’t been about me fainting and was about me being depressed/suicidal, once again I was the only one hurting there no one else was getting hurt it doesn’t make me dangerous you ableist fucks and if it was such an issue why did he assure me everything was fine? He blatantly lied to me and so did his girlfriend and I don’t know at this point what was true and what isn’t true and it’s honestly disgusting that she thinks I’m the problem and has been using my BPD as a way to demonize me.

This was all because of her coward boyfriends inability to communicate like a mature adult. But I didn’t even fucking do anything I’ve been trying to move on. All that happened is last night after I finally had felt okay and strong enough to hang out in the food court which I haven’t been able to do cuz I feel like I’m being watched. But then after I came out of the bathroom his girlfriend was sitting outside, she didn’t see me right away and I wanted to say hi but I didn’t cuz of what she’d said a few weeks ago about him not wanting her talking to me and as dumb as it is I wanted to respect that, I went and sat away from her and went back to my music or whatever I was doing.

But then when she did see me she walked away without saying anything. That hurt a lot but what hurts worse is he eventually came out and saw me and walked past me too without saying something, and his girlfriend intentionally parked the car right by where I was sitting so I had to see him get in the car, I tried leaving after this I was gonna go to the grocery store but when I was walking there suddenly he was driving and he was stopped in front of me and he looked at me again and so I turned and went the other way but he ended up parking in a random parking spot by where I was walking and got out of the car for no reason seemingly just to make sure I saw him then when I kept walking he got back in like I feel like he was trying to torture me on purpose. Like who tf does this?

Maybe I’m being paranoid and I know they would deny doing this but it just all felt very intentional. I can’t believe I ever called these people my friends. No matter how many problems I have I wouldn’t have ever done something like this to them. Sometimes I wonder if this is karma for my past mistakes cuz I have said and done a lot of things I regret. I’ve always tried to make things right and apologize and correct my behavior but maybe to the universe that isn’t good enough.

But even then even though it’s not an excuse most things I’ve said or done that have been wrong usually happened when I was hurt first by whoever it was or I saw them treating someone else poorly and that doesn’t make it okay obviously and it’s not an excuse but im just saying I’m not a vindictive person or vicious person purposely out to get people or harm people.

Most of the examples I can think of were several years ago anyway before I even knew these people. And usually if anything I may say something bitchy or mean after being provoked or backed into a corner (usually to my mom more than anyone) but like these people are acting like I was a threat to their safety… I am not this dangerous crazy person they’re making me out to be.

I cared so deeply for them I would have done anything for them and it makes me sick that I could care so much for people that could just so easily hurt me then move on like it’s nothing. I think the differences between me and them is that if I say or do something wrong whether I realizes it at the time or realizes it later I always feel deep regret and always always apologize and try to make it right. Whereas they are blaming me and making it seem like my justified hurt is irrational. Well her and not him because he still hasn’t said a damn word to me. Coward. God just the thought of him makes me sick. I can’t believe I used to think he was the sweetest guy I’d ever met. And that I used to think he was the one guy to treat me with respect despite seeing me at my worst (about 6 years ago) and even recently before all of this he wasn’t treating me any differently everything was fucking fine that’s why I don’t fucking understand!!! And like the fact that he knows too how scared I was of getting hurt and losing people….asshole. He knows I felt so much pain which I was why I went to the hospital which he was so supportive and sweet about but now I’m in worse pain than I was then and he’s nowhere to be found. But that’s the thing I never needed or wanted emotional support from him. I just enjoyed talking to him about books and music. It’s all just so fucked and in sick of it all

#long post

[mammonswhore]

Soo what if the MC was suicidal and depressed, so when the boys threaten then and stuff (like how lucifer was gonna kill them when protecting beel and luke) and they don't care or they ask them to do it no balls xD

I like this prompt bc they will be like fucking shocked if MC was not afraid of them. Anyways always remember to check on your mental health🖤♥

Brothers react to an MC who doesn't care about dying.

✒Lucifer

He was in complete shock. Every individual who he threatened was quick to apologize and surrender to his will but this human wasn't?

He dislikes that type of attitude but is also very curious about what happened to them to be this way.

When MC tried to climb up to the attic and he threatened them they just simply said "you know anything can kill me,right? You are not special for that one,Lucifer"

What the actual fuck is going on here?

He forced them to leave anyways but he was thinking about their response all night.

No one talked back to him besides Satan and Belphie and the first person out of his family talking back to him was human. A human! He was annoyed to say the least.

When the relationship between him and MC progressed he become more concerned about it.

He tried to get the truth out of them subtly and without acting suspicious or worried but when they finally said "Lucifer if you want to ask me something, do it. Don't try to get answers out of me that way,it won't work"

When they finally revealed that they were not worried about dead because it will get to them anyway,Lucifer was sad.

He was not only sad because he knew that MC was going to die but because they were not a little bit worried about it.

A sudden wave of sadness gets into Lucifer's chest and he proceeds to hug his lover and tells them that he will take them to therapy.

✒Mammon

He was very happy about MC not caring about dying at first since he couldn't care less and he never properly threatened them as well so they never got to talk back at him.

But once when they were escaping from two witches,MC got hurt and they didn't care at all. Like they literally didn't say shit about the wound on their leg and it took Mammon almost half an hour to realize that the blood he was smelling it was from their wound.

"MC WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING? ARE YOU DUMB? COME ONE,HUMAN! W-WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO? I'M GOING TO HELP YOU,FUCK!"

Very stressed out about it,starts yelling about how they need to be careful with their lives because they are weaker than the average and things like it.

"Mammon I don't care about death,I'm kinda craving for it at this point"

His face drops. A sudden feeling he couldn't recognize was placing on him. He was worried but it was not the type he was used to feel around them.

The single thought of MC dying send shivers down his back. He was borried and it was not because Lucifer would kill him but because he couldn't stand that thought.

"Don't go saying things like that,MC... I don't want you to die,human"

He hugs them kinda afraid they might order him to let them die right there.

He is going to look for help and tell Lucifer about it so they both can keep an eye on MC in case of anything.

✒Levi

His first thought when he heard MC saying they wanted to die was "honestly same."

When he was about to kill them on the TSL quizz thing they didn't even flinch. They were not about to run,hide or beg.

When Lucifer stepped in,Levi was fucking shocked but angry at the same time.

"Damn normie,who do they think they are?"

When both of them formed a pact he became more worried about their health,not because they were his master but also his only friend and he was not about to loose them for some stupid shit.

When they hurt doing some stupid shit with him Levi freaks out and has a mini meltdown but tries his best to control his emotions to help his Henry.

"Stupid normie... Can't you be more careful? Dumb,dumb,dumb human... Agh"

He is mad but he is more worried than he is mad so he is trying his best to ask them how are they so stupid without being rude.

He became more careful with his words since he thought that maybe a little push will send them over the edge and make them commit suicide.

Very sharp when others point out that he takes care of them,gets defensive easily and will lock both of them in his room for a while.

✒Satan

He can not properly understand what's going on with them. His first thought is that they are very much dumb.

Gets annoyed by that attitude easily but never looses a chance to asks them if they are really that dumb or if they want to get killed.

"Oh sorry Satan,did my attitude happen to bother you?"

Ugh. The mocking tone in their voice made him furrow his eyebrows and spit venomous words.

"Indeed it does but I can easily understand why are you so reckless,you are defenseless against me and you are still trying to argue with me. I must say you have some guts MC but I don't think it's late for a good reminder that I can kill you easily."

And then they smirked and stepped closer to him with a daring attitude.

"Do it,anything can kill me and I will die eventually so your meaningless threats don't scare me not even a bit."

He was waiting for them to run,to hide and scream for help. But Satan was not expecting that answer.

His demon form unleashed and he was ready to attack but something inside of his his head told him that he was not capable of killing them. And when he realized that he just patted their head and went to his room.

Later on when they made the pact and MC helped him when coming to terms with Lucifer,he was quite scared for their daring attitude.

Every time they went out even if it was with one of his brothers,Satan will check on them with messages or calls every time he could.

To be honest,MC doesn't need this type of checks on them but appreciates it since Satan knows better than anyone how hard it can be to control themselves.

He still gets very pissed off when MC makes snarky comments,dares him for anything or that type of things but he still won't attack them because he loves them way more.

✒Asmo

He is no the type to threaten someone unless they are threatening him first but he was very tired of MC's attitude through the day and he snapped.

"Can't you remember your place,MC? Every single person around can kill you and you still seem to be as sassy as ever."

He was about to apologize with them about his words since he was not the type to talk to them like that but he was surprised when they talked back (again).

"Asmo if you haven't notice I truly don't mind getting killed here,it would be more interesting that dying in the Human Realm to be honest and also everyone is going to die and no one is going to remember me so fuck it."

That was worst. His eyes were very lost trying to figure out where did those words came from? What was going on?

"MC don't day that,please" he whispered very nervous.

Asmo hugged them and calmed himself down. Even for a demon who has seen a lot of people die he was not ready to loose MC and he was also not ready to hear those words fall from their mouth.

"Asmo calm down,please."

"You were joking,right? You don't think that about your life,don't you?"

He might not seem like it but he was completely worried for their health and well being. Being MC the only person he ever considered as a friend and possible lover,he could not stand for what they were saying.

He became more careful with what he said to them and what the others were allowed to say,if someone tried to insult them or make them feel like less he will snap right away of that meant MC will get rid of those awful thoughts.

✒Beelzebub

He threatened them about eating his food but they were unfazed about him,it was the first time he threatened them after making the pact and honestly,his reaction was totally wrong and he knew this and he was ready to apologize but he was shut down by MC's words.

"Do it,I honestly don't care."

What? MC what the hell are you saying?

He calms down and says that they shouldn't say things like that around his brothers because they might explode and actually kill them. He was worried,yes but he was more worried about eating something because his stomach was growling like crazy.

"Why would you say something like that? If it wasn't because we demons can't kill our master you will be dead now,MC."

Beel was stuffing chips into his mouth while watching MC think about an answer, more worried than before.

"I didn't mean to scare you,Beel. But I will die anyways so it's just a matter of time and if someone dared to make it right now I wouldn't stop them."

He feels the chills going through his back, the feeling of loosing someone he loves again was a lot to process and the fact that MC was unfazed and really sure about their words made him feel full suddenly.

"I don't want to loose you,MC. I know that you are a human and all but can't you just take care of yourself a little? I don't want to loose you." *sad beel noises*

Reassuring him that they will try to find help, MC hugs Beel and promises to try to stop this type of comments.

He was still very very worried about them so he was always around keeping an eye and ear on them so no one killed them.

✒Belphie.

This was after the attic events,he was still very unsure about MC's presence on his life but he was hanging on there still getting used to them.

Until they were assigned to wake him up from a 10 hour nap to eat something.

"You dumb human,I will rip your head apart of you wake me up again."

"It's not like if you haven't tried already now wake up and eat something or Lucifer will be pissed."

He was very amused,they were not afraid of him anymore and decided to talk back to him. But he still was shocked to say the least.

The human who he killed once was now giving him orders without a pact or relationship that established that he had to obey them. They had some guts,that was for sure.

When their relationship progressed and he became closer to MC,he was not going to stand for that type of comments.

"MC you can't go around saying that you want to die! It hurts to see you this way, jeez!"

"I can't help it,Belphie. Sometimes my thoughts just slip through my lips without me even trying."

Now that was something he was not expecting to hear. What did they mean? They really wanted to die that bad?

"Listen here you little shit,I already lost you once and I'm not going to loose you again so stop making those stupid comments or I will tell Lucifer to pay you a good therapist... Fucking idiot."

Belphie was worried even if he seems like he was just annoyed by them,he was even mkre worried than what he will like to admit.

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Jason is ruining me this season because despite all the bad shit he’s done I just want to hug him & let him know he is wanted 😫

Okay but like what if Crane actually just left Jason at Snowy Cones tied to the chair and the Titans get him back or something like that somehow they get him away from Crane & back and there’s a fight about what to do with him (mainly Gar & reader fighting to like at least get him clean before doing anything else) and idk just something soft with Jason detoxing and reader helping him and showing him people do care about him 🥺

THIS 😭

➣ pairing: jason todd x gn!reader

➣ fluff / angst

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come join the titans sleepover!

Jason looked horrible.

You hadn't seen him since he left San Francisco with Rose, and though that was months ago, you hadn't stop thinking about him. You were mad, to say the least, but all of that was pushed aside when you heard the devastating news about him, one that almost broke you.

Redhood was the worst thing to become of Jason. You felt helpless and so aggravated that he was doing such things, but at the same time, you knew it was not his fault. It was Crane's, and everyone knew it too.

Tonight's mission was to take down Crane and 'Redhood's' mission to distribute the anti-fear drug, putting all your energy into fighting the guards. Perhaps it was your anger towards Jason that got you through. He had become the person that he solemnly swore he'd never become. But here he is.

But as your nearly teary eyes gaze sullenly at his sunken face, which is wet with drool and god knows what else, you know the right thing to do.

"Jesus Christ," Gar mumbles as he stands beside you, looking at the mess of a boy Crane left behind.

"We need to get him out of here," you glance over at him. He nods in agreement, unable to peel his eyes away.

"Tell me what we need to do,"

"Guys, stop." Dick cautions, putting his hands on either of your shoulders. Gar and you look at each other before glancing back at Dick. "It could be a trap."

"We can't just leave him here!" You shriek in disbelief.

"We don't know what Crane has up his sleeve right now. The best thing for us to do is to leave him here."

"Absolutely fucking not," Gar grits his teeth, knuckles almost clenching in a fist. "He's coming with us."

Jason coughs himself awake, eyes rolling as he slips in and out of consciousness. You crouch beside him, taking his hand in yours.

"Jason, can you hear me?" You ask softly, ignoring Dick's sigh of discontentment from behind you. Jason groans, eyes slowly dragging up to meet yours.

"[y/n]," he slurs with a raspy voice. You gulp and pull yourself together, knowing that now is not the time to have a breakdown.

"Yes, darling, it's me. We're gonna get you out of here, okay?"

"Hey, buddy, you doing alright?" Gar kneels on the other side of him. You run out to the car, only to return with a wet cloth and further bickering from Gar and Dick.

"We're at least cleaning him up," you snarl at him before crouching beside Jason. In your head, you count to ten, trying to find anything to distract your eyes from pricking with tears. God, he really does look awful up close. You dab his chin, wiping off the drool that drips from the corner of his mouth.

"Uh, what is going here?" Kory asks with Conner and Blackfire behind her. She stops in her tracks when she notices you and Gar, tending to Jason with such care, a sense of fear runs over her.

"I'm trying to warn them, but they're not listening," Dick murmurs to her.

"Guys, no, stop it. We need to go," she tries and pulls you away from Jason.

"Get off of me!" You almost yell, swatting her away before putting the cloth down. You move behind him and help Gar untie the rope from around Jason's waist.

"Stop and think for a second!" Kory snaps. "He could be a weapon; you don't know that."

"Yeah, and you don't either," your voice slick with venom. You were so sick of everyone blaming Jason for everything when none of them even remotely believed that they had something to do with his meltdown. "We are getting him out of here. End of story."

"[y/n]…" Dick sighs, approaching you and Gar slowly.

"No, enough. I've had it with all of you giving up on Jason like he's some piece of disposable waste. What was your speech a year ago about not giving up on family? You really seem to live up to that, now, don't you," Gar snaps.

"I-"Dick sighs again. "I know, okay. But as I said before, we all know he's working under the guise of Crane. We don't know if Jason is just a ploy, okay? It's safer—"

"For who? You or Jason? Because from the way I see it, Jason is being manipulated. You said it yourself. The best thing we can do is save him now before it's really too late," you sigh. "Now, can we please stop fighting and help him into the car, for fucks sake," you roll your eyes, having enough of this bickering. The sooner you all get out, the better.

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Barbara helps you hook Jason up to an IV drip. He lays in his bed, so entirely out of it, you're not even sure if he's ever going to be okay again.

"Are you okay?" Babs consoles, knowing that this has certainly not easy for you. She knew you have been taking this the hardest out of everyone. Being one of Jason's closest friends, your time in Gotham has been spent grieving and wishing you were all in San Francisco and normal again.

Your lip trembled, eyes overflowing with tears that wet your cheeks. You practically collapse on the chair beside the bed, and Babs pulls you into her.

"I hate seeing him like this," you sob, arms stretching around her. She rubs your back, letting out gentle coos to help you calm down.

"You should go join the others," you smile weakly, pulling away and wiping your eyes.

"Are you sure? I can stay here if you need me to?"

"It's okay. Please, go enjoy tonight's successes."

She rubs your arm, apology laced in her touch before she makes her way to the kitchen, closing the door behind her. Your head drops onto the mattress beside his body. How could you have let this happen? Was this your fault too?

“[y/n]?” Jason coughs, and you swear you've never lifted your head faster.

"Hey," you smile weakly, taking his hand in yours. "How're you doing?"

"Oh, you know, pretty damn fucking great if you ask me," he scoffs. You don't mean to, but a minor chuckle releases from your throat.

"Here, you should probably have some water," you hand him a glass, and he looks at it with caution. "I haven't done anything to it if that's what you're concerned about."

He hums before gulping it all down.

"Jason," your lips trembles once again. "I'm so sorry."

Jason doesn't say anything. He rests back onto the pillow, staring up at the ceiling.

"Why're you doing this? Don't think I'm coming back to you guys because I'm not."

"Because I care."

"Do you?" He turns to look at you.

"You know," you chuckle, looking down at your fingers. "I had the biggest crush on you. Of course, I never had the guts to say anything; you were too special of a friend for me to ruin that."

"How do I know that you're not lying?"

"Because I'm the one who saved you back there. I wasn't going to leave you, I would never to that."

There is a moment of silence that surpasses you both; neither of you knew what to say. Was he to thank you or be mad at you?

"I should probably let you rest," you cough slightly before standing up.

"Wait," Jason takes your hand in his. "Stay. Please?"

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[danses-with-dogmeat]

could you write the sensory overload prompt with fallout new vegas companions as well (including benny)? and maybe butch deloria if thats not too much ^^

Romanced! FO3 & FONV Companions React to Autistic!Six/Lone with Sensory Overload Anxiety

Whoops, I ended up doing all of the companions from FO3 as well, my bad 🤷‍♀️

But here they are! Thank you so much for the ask, and I hope you enjoy!

This prompt with FO4 R!Companions

FONV

Arcade:

The doctor would want to help, would actually know how to help, but he may just get overwhelmed as well. He tends to focus on Six themself, rather than the situation surrounding them, that’s where the panic tends to get to him. But Six, he can deal with. If possible, he will try to remove his companion from their stressful surroundings, but whether or not he is able, Arcade tries to stay calm, using his voice, and breathing techniques and exercises he’s read about to try and deflate their rising anxieties. He tends to make sarcastic comments in the aftermath, more so to expel his own pent up anxiety than to help Six, but they don’t need to know that.

Benny:

He's scared out of his mind the first time it happens. Six is pretty much invincible in his eyes, so this… just being around loud noises and such? That's what's rustling their jimmies? Wack. For a small moment, he feels like it's his fault, and even after the courier informs him that this is just a part of who they are, that they have always been this way, he still feels another dizzying pang of regret, knowing that a couple of bullets to the brain probably couldn't have helped their preexisting condition in any way. Over time, he'd get better about helping to calm his partner down, but he starts out rather overbearing, touching them too much, talking too quickly, having a panicked reaction that tends to only escalate the sensory overload they're experiencing. At least Six wouldn't have to worry about their safety in a combat situation with the Ben-man at their side. He's one of the best shots in the Mojave (if not the best). No one is getting past him. He may be an old hat when it comes to injuring Six, but he'll be hot diggidy damned if he's gonna let someone else lay a finger on them under his watch.

Boone:

First off, the sniper would try to prevent Six from entering into any stress-filled situations at all, reminding them that he is more dangerous from a distance anyway. However, he knows that, in the Mojave, avoiding dangerous or overwhelming environments altogether is damn near impossible, so he’ll try to be prepared. He’s dealt with his own vicious bouts of PTSD long enough to have developed coping mechanisms to help him, and has actively used tools like sunglasses and ear plugs in his time with the 1st Recon, which he would recommend to them as well. Boone would approach his partner in their time of need, trying to refrain from being overbearing, but ultimately his support wouldn’t waver as he helped Six try to come down from their state of panic.

Cass:

She honestly doesn't understand how Six has been able to survive in this world with their sensory overload anxiety, and she respects them even more now that she knows they have managed to. She may not be the best at helping them handle their stress, so she usually leaves Six to their own devices while she works on removing anything that could be causing her partner's apprehension. Once the threat is gone, she'll stand nearby until Six has managed to calm themself down, just to cover them and keep an eye out. When it seems to be over, she likes to bring them somewhere to unwind; and enjoys simply sitting with them and maybe having a drink or two as they recover their strength, and bearings.

Raul:

He’ll talk them through the whole ordeal. Is he nervous about their state of panic? Probably. But his partner doesn’t need to know that. The ghoul doesn’t know a lot in terms of dealing with meltdowns, but for Six, he’ll try. Whatever sort of exercises they start to engage in to get their anxiety under control, he’ll be beside them, trying to participate, to help them through it if they seem to be struggling. He’ll get better at dealing with it over time, but it always scares him a bit to see his partner this way. Evidently, he will become more and more aware of his surroundings the more they travel together, and will try to keep them away from the situations he finds tend to set them off.

Veronica:

Whatever it was that seemed to have Six panicked, Veronica would seek to expel it in whatever way she can (but she's most enthusiastic when it involves punching). Her physical assault of the enemies responsible would be relentless, but should the episode be caused by something else, Veronica would be less comfortable dealing with it, but she’ll be damned if she doesn’t try. She mostly leaves Six to figure out their meltdown on their own, maybe going through breathing exercises with them and sticking by their side, but letting them calm themself of their own accord. Her involvement with the Berotherhood has taught her enough to know not to add any pressure to someone enduring this amount of stress. However, when they do eventually tell her that they are through the worst of it, she would try to give them some form of physical contact to help reassure them that she’s there for them, if they are comfortable with it.

FO3

Butch:

He’s known Lone a long time, and since they were kids, he’s been learning about the sort of situations that set them off. Now that they’re together, he’ll try his hardest to think back to all the times they were overwhelmed, and would attempt to keep them from these types of environments as best as he can. That doesn’t always work though, given the differences between the vault and the unpredictable outside world. Despite this, he also tends to remember the way their father used to help them when they became panicked like this, and will try to replicate these actions in order to best help his companion. Once he's succeeded in helping them calm down, they might have to return the favor, as their panic tends to do a number on Butch. Though he has seen them in such a state more than a few times, that doesn’t mean he likes it one bit, or will ever be truly used to it.

Charon:

Calm and collected as ever, Charon would systematically eliminate all stressful factors that could be affecting Lone. When he had seen to that task, he would turn to his partner, standing by their side and waiting for direction of how best he could help them. If they can recover on their own, he’ll be nearby to cover them, but if they are in need of his assistance, as long as they tell him what they need, he will oblige. In the aftermath of Lone’s meltdown, Charon would keep his blue eyes locked on them as his worry wears away at his stoic exterior. They will need to tell him that they are okay, or else he will refuse to carry on with their travels. Until he knows they can handle it, he won’t allow them to set off again.

Clover:

The poor thing would do everything wrong in this instance. She would try so damn hard to help her partner in their time of need, but ultimately she would prove to only add to the list of overwhelming factors surrounding Lone. As soon as she saw the panic wash over her companion, she would be by their side, speaking to them quickly, and as quietly as she could, but her own anxiety would cause a high pitch to sound from her throat as she tried to talk her companion down, running her hands over their arms as she does her best to support them, her frantic touches only serving to quicken their heartbeat further as they felt trapped by her concerned caresses. Once Lone finally does manage to settle down, Clover would be almost hurt by their lack of reciprocation when she tried to aid them; that is, until Lone explains to her that there are better ways for her to help. Now Clover just has to remember this for future instances...

Cross:

She’s been a soldier long enough to know how to deal with stress on the battlefield, but it’s somehow different when it’s her partner going through the ordeal. She’ll be uncharacteristically tender as she takes them through the motions she was taught to use in order to calm her fellow soldiers’ nerves. Her voice would remain soft, her touches gentle, her brows knitted together in concern until Lone finally showed signs of calming down. The paladin would release a long breath, as though finally expelling her own apprehension at the situation, and then would straighten herself up, returning to the seasoned soldier she was in order to face whatever was left of the situation at hand.

Fawkes:

The super mutant has a difficult time with subdelty, and would be worried about overwhelming Lone from his own loud tendencies. Should they start becoming uncomfortable while in his presence, he would actually distance himself from them, trying to turn away any additional factors that could be playing a part in their overload. Once they appear to have calmed themself, Fawkes will check in, apologize, and ask if there was anything he could do to prevent such occurrences from happening while they are in his company.

Jericho:

Fucking hell. We live in the Capital Wasteland. The whole damn place is just one big ass stressful situation. Are they serious?! He’d be confused, and a little pissed off, but if he has a soft spot for anyone, it’s Lone. Dammit. He won’t really know what to do, but he’ll try his best to cover them and keep them from harm’s way as they attempt to calm down and deal with their overload. Afterwards, he’ll gruffly ask if they’re okay, telling them that what they did could’ve gotten them killed, his expression would be a combination of sternness and annoyance, but his body would betray him as it shook in relief at the sight of his companion standing uninjured in front of him. Jericho would nod for the pair to continue on their way impatiently, but his eyes wouldn’t leave Lone as they set off in front of him, concern shining in their depths when he knew no one was there to see it.

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[ttuesday]

Can I please request how the VDL boys would react to them accidentally hurting you during sex??

Arthur

Arthur wants to panic but his first priority is to make sure you're ok and no longer in pain. He wants to know what exactly caused you pain so he knows not to do that next time.

He makes the decision not to carry on and to cool things down for a few days. Arthur feels absolutely terrible about this and his brain thinks about some worst case scenarios. Maybe you won't want him anymore after this?

Arthur will apologise over and over again and offer to do your chores around camp while you relax for the next few days. Pls tell him that you're fine and that you still love him.

Charles

Charles keeps a level head. He knows that he's just fucked up but that it was an accident and that it can be fixed. He stops what he's doing and asks if you're ok and where it hurts.

Although the pain was only momentarily, Charles thinks it's a good idea to stop things and instead cuddle for the rest of the night. The more he thinks about it, the more guilty Charles feels.

"I'm sorry... about that. If I knew it would end in me hurting you then I would have never started. I'm so sorry, my love" Charles thinks about it for the rest of the night and tries to come up with all the ways this can be avoided in the future.

Dutch

Dutch can get a little rough during sex so it's only a matter of time before he accidentally slips up. You're gonna have to make it very obvious that you're in pain or else Dutch will just presume you're having the time of your life.

He furrows his brow as he looks down at you, slowly coming to a halt. He hurt you? How is that possible? What?!? He sighs, angry at himself that he didn't realise it sooner and apologises to you.  

After a break to make sure you're ok, if you want to continue then Dutch will gladly pick up where ye left off. But if you would prefer to cuddle then he's fine with that too. The next day, Dutch offers to get a hotel room so he can properly make it up to you.

John

John's eyes go wide and his mind goes into meltdown mode as he starts to panic. "Wh-What's happening? Are you ok?" he's very bewildered by this because of how sudden things went from 'ooooh yes' to 'oh no'.

He's completely confused and on the inside, John's screaming at himself for letting this happen. After a few moments, John snaps into action and starts helping you.

He apologises and promises to be more careful next time. John's frustrated with himself and is timid the next few times y'all get down to business. He prefers it if you take charge for a while, just until he builds his confidence back up again.

Micah

I'm pretty sure it's universally accepted that Micah is a kinky motherfucker and is in no way a stranger to rough sex. If his hand isn't squeezing your neck then it's grabbing a fistful of your hair to teasingly tug at.

When you first let out a small hiss in pain, Micah simply grunts "Sorry" and continues. He doesn't think it's a big deal but when he notices the look of you face, he stops and questions if you're all good.

Although the pain has practically passed by now, Micah still kisses you to try and distract you. Through kisses, he mumbles a kinda heartful apology. Keeping you in his arms he moved until you're both lying down. He continues to hold you close and eventually ye both fall asleep.

Javier

You don't need to say anything to Javier. He notices the change in your face and stops instantly. Javier prides himself in always trying to be careful so he panics that this has happened.

He won't continue what he was doing beforehand but Javier does keep things intimate. He kisses along your body and up to your lips. Before his lips meet yours, he says sorry and when you tell him that it's ok then he kisses you.

The next morning, Javier talks it through with you and reiterates the fact that he didn't mean to hurt you. He wants to make sure this doesn't happen again.

Bill

Bill really didn’t think this would happen so he’s shocked and kinda scared. "D-did I go too hard? Shit, I'm sorry... did I break anything?”.

Bill can go from intimidating outlaw to cuddly bear that wants to give you the whole world in under 2 seconds. 

He's scared of hurting you for a few weeks after that. Bill's conscious that he might accidentally hurt you again and he’s nervous for the next few times.

Sean

Sean immediately stops what he's doing. For a second he freezes, not sure if you were wincing in pleasure or pain. "O-oh fuck! Fuck, shit, fuck, are you ok? Shit, I'm so sorry, you know I wouldn't hurt you on purpose! Fuck!".

He moves away from you and starts to freak out. The last thing he wants is for you to think he did this intentionally. After you assure him that you're feeling better now, Sean makes sure you're comfortable. He fluffs your pillow and tucks the blanket around you.

Sean sits at the side of the bed and plays with you hair, a worried expression on his face. You've told him that you know it wasn't on purpose but Sean still feels bad about it. He spends the night thinking of ways he can make it up to you.

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[sinner-as-saint]

‘Till We Bleed Out - 4.

Vampire!bucky x reader.

Part 4 of this series. 

Run-through: Your car breaks down on a deserted road on a rainy night. You have no other option but to seek shelter from the nearest house you could find; the mansion, which happened to be the talk of the town for its mysteriousness along with its equally mysterious owner, Mr. Barnes. The universe can be tricky sometimes but the fact that you found yourself at that mansion’s doorstep at that time was no simple coincidence. That one night changes everything forever - quite literally. True love, past lives and creatures from folklore; turns out it’s all real. 

Themes throughout the series: vampire!bucky, fluff, smut, angst 

You had tears streaming down your face when Bucky stepped into the bedroom.

He was all you needed. You sobbed and extended both your arms out in front of you, asking him to come closer because you just needed him to anchor you back to sanity. Bucky rushed to you immediately, wrapping his arms around. He knew what happened, and he knew it was a lot for you to handle. 

“Shh, it’s okay baby. I’m here.” He whispered in your ear as he effortlessly pulled you onto his lap. He leaned back into the headboard with your clinging to him like a little bear. “It’s alright, sweetheart. You’re okay now, you’re home.” 

Somehow that made you cry even harder. His grip around you tightened. His eyes watered too as a smile formed on his face. He had you back now, everything was alright. 

He held you for God knows how long. Minutes, maybe hours. He had turned the bedside lamp on and with the help of the soft glow he could see that your tears had stopped and your face was no longer damp. You sniffled here and there, shifting on his lap whenever your legs felt uncomfortable but you cling to him still, refusing to let go. And he was more than happy to hold you for however long you needed him too. Good thing he could physically never get tired. 

“Sweetheart?” he called out gently, hoping you’d talk to him. 

“Hmm?” you answered. 

He smiled and kissed the top of your head. “Are you okay?” 

You nodded. “Yes. But my head hurts.” 

He hugged you a little tighter, “You’re gonna be okay, baby. You should get some rest.” 

That made you scoff. You pulled away a little, straightening your back and faced him with a weird look. “Stop trying to get me to sleep all the time.” You mumbled, your voice hoarse with how much you cried earlier. 

He chuckled, wiping the tear stains from your face. “Well I don’t know, from what I’ve seen humans are very sleepy creatures.” 

You rolled your eyes at him and he laughed and pulled you closer. “I missed you. So much.” He mumbled, looking deep into your eyes. 

You began tearing up again. “I didn’t- I didn’t mean to leave you here, all alone I-,” you choked on a sob and he hugged you again, you pushed your face into the crook of his neck, wetting his skin with your tears. “I couldn’t fight them off that night, they were-,”

“Shh,” he whispered in your ear. “I know, baby. I know. It’s not your fault, I should’ve protected you better. I should’ve been more careful.” He could feel your heartbeats against his chest. “But you’re back now. Everything is fine.” 

When you stopped crying again you pulled away to face him; a thousand questions on your mind. 

“Where is everyone? Steve? Nat? Tony? Are they…” you trailed off, unable to speak because just saying their names out loud made your heart hurt. 

“Everyone is still here. We even have a few new members.” His answer brought back so many memories. 

You remembered them; your large group of friends who quickly became family. You could spend decades not seeing each other but when you did, you all picked up right where you left off. You remember how extravagant your reunions used to be, each of you knowing you’re much more stronger because you’ve got each other. You were a solid team, despite all of you being different in your own way. You created a secret, solid team of nocturnal creatures, ancient gods and beings from other galaxies; not all of you were vampires. But you were a family nonetheless. 

“Where are they now?” You asked, smiling at the memories which came flooding back in. 

Bucky smiled. “One call away. They’re gonna lose their minds when I tell them you’re finally back.” 

Your smile faded into a slight frown. “But I’m human now.” Suddenly you didn’t want to be. “You’re gonna have to turn me at some point.” 

He nodded. “At some point, yes. But not right now. You’ve been through enough already.” You recognized that tone of his. His voice was firm which meant that he wasn’t going to change his mind anytime soon. 

You almost whined. “But Bucky-,”

He was quick to cut you off. “No. I found you after more than a century. I think I can wait a little longer.” He leaned in to kiss your cheek. “Besides,” his lips trailed down your neck and your heart raced, he chuckled, “I love hearing your heartbeats.” 

You smiled, leaning more into his touch. “I forgot you could hear them.” 

He playfully nipped at your neck. “Keeps me up at night sometimes.” 

You giggled. “I apologize. I’ll tell my human heart to be quiet from now on.” You ran your fingers through his hair. 

“Don’t.” he mumbled against your skin. “I never knew you when you were human before. This is new, I like it.” He kissed along your jaw, making you shiver - not just because of his body temperature. “Besides, it constantly reminds me that I have you back now.” 

You smiled and gently caressed his cheek. “Speaking of me being back, you knew about me way before I showed up at the front door that day, didn’t you?” you had, while having a meltdown earlier, pieced it together. 

Bucky tensed up. Then chuckled, pulling away from you and stared into your eyes. He nodded, a little nervous about how you’d react. “Yeah.” 

You smirked. “And the thunderstorm? Thor?” There was no way a storm could be so constantly violent for so many days, you figured he must've gotten help from the god. He nodded yet again. “How did you find me?” you smiled playfully, feeling all proud because you discovered his little game. 

“Wanda was out running errands a couple of months ago, and she ran all the way home crying and a complete mess. Vis calmed her down, and then she broke the news to me. She said she saw you.” Bucky reached out and cupped your face. “Then I had to see you for myself.” 

You knew him too well. “And?” you smirked, knowing there was still some part of that story left. 

“I went for a stroll around town. And I saw you, you were at the café where you went each Saturday morning for some light reading. I knew then that I had to get you to come home, but I couldn’t do it alone. So I reached out to Thor… and Loki.” 

“Buck!” you were pleasantly surprised. “Let me guess, it’s Loki’s fault that my car broke down so conveniently close to our home?” You didn’t need an answer to that, you knew. He nodded, fighting a smile. “And then naturally, Thor did his bit.” He nodded yet again. You shook your head, chuckling. “So you stalk me, then lure me in and then keep me confined in here?” you meant it as a joke, of course. 

Bucky groaned and pushed his face into your neck, hiding his embarrassment. “Don’t say it like that.” His voice came out muffled. “I have the right to do all that, I’m your husband.” 

You giggled. “Not in this lifetime. Not yet.” 

You earned yourself a glare from Bucky. He quickly leaned in to kiss you. Taking you by surprise as he nibbled on your lower lip, making your body tingle. “I love you.” He mumbled against your lips, pulling away before it got too heated. 

“I love you too.” you murmured, knowing that he was still being cautious and maybe a little hesitant. 

He fake gasped, “Already? But you’ve only known me for a couple of days, human.” 

You giggled and pulled away, and ended up laughing. “Shut up. I love you so much.” 

He smiled at you. “I know.” 

As you looked at him you realized that the room had gotten lighter. You kissed him one last time then got up to use the shower. You needed a nice, long shower to clear your head for a while, and he knew it so he let you be. 

While showering you thought about the changes which would follow now. You smiled at how much had changed already. A couple of days back, you had no recollection about your life with Bucky. But now, you had all the memories of the past lifetime spent with him. And you couldn’t wait for more. 

Bucky found you standing at the sink, wiping your face dry with a towel. You hadn’t noticed he had made his way into the bathroom yet. You placed the towel down on the counter and almost jumped when you saw his reflection in the mirror. 

“Bucky,” you smiled as he walked over and wrapped his arms around you from behind. 

“Hi.” he whispered and kissed down your neck. 

“You could knock. What if I wasn’t decent?” you asked, knowing it would get a reaction out of him. 

He rolled his eyes at you, pushing his face back into the crook of your neck. “Nothing I haven’t seen.” he mumbled, kissing your skin. “You always smell so good.” He kissed along your throat as his hand discreetly, slowly undid the knot at the front of your robe. You accidentally let out a moan. And he smirked against your skin, “I’ve missed you. So much.” 

“Buck…” 

“I’m here baby. I’ll take care of you.” He whispered in your ear; his voice deep and hot and smooth. He managed to undo your robe completely, slipping his hand past the slit and in between your legs. You moaned again, your body remembering his touch as well. “Do you know how hard it’s been holding back from you?” he mumbled in your ear as his fingers lightly grazed your folds. “Hmm? Do you?” he teased you by trailing his fingers up your body, gently cupping your breast with his cold fingers before moaning in your ear. “You’re so warm. I can imagine how warm your little cunt will be, wrapped around my cock.”  

He chuckled when you visibly shivered in his arms. 

“Bucky?” 

“Hmm?” 

“I want you.” 

And that was all he needed to hear. He grabbed you by the waist and turned you around, kissing you feverishly while walking backwards out of the bathroom. He discarded your robe on your way to the bed. You shivered again, at the feel of his cold fingers against your bare body. 

You giggled when he pushed you down on the bed, his hungry eyes watching you with nothing but raw desire and hunger. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered. And despite you being the one whose heart was racing, he was the one who sounded breathless. 

He lowered himself on the bed, spreading your legs apart and settling in between them. He couldn’t believe you were finally back. And now that he had you, he wasn’t letting you go. Ever. He reached out and ran his knuckles along your wet folds, making you shudder at his mere touch. “You’re so warm.” He commented. 

Bucky placed a kiss on your inner thigh and you gasped. Your body reacted to his touch like no other. He reached out with two fingers and gently circled your clit, gathering your wetness from your folds and smearing it around. He watched how your body writhed on the bed, so responsive to his touch. 

He placed his hands on your thighs and spread your legs further apart and attached his lips to your core without a second thought; the lower half of his face completely submerged into your dripping core. You moaned out loud as you felt his warm mouth on top of your dripping core. His tongue slipped past your folds and teased your entrance; occasionally flicking your clit mercilessly. Your hands immediately gripped his hair and tugged gently at his roots. His tongue slowly circled your throbbing clit, parting your wet folds with ease. You were a moaning mess on the bed; squirming with tears in your eyes at just how good his mouth felt. 

“So fucking sweet…” he whispered and got back to assault your sensitive spot with his warm and wet tongue; relishing your taste, “as always.” You whimpered under his touch and at his words, feeling his stubble rubbing against your soft skin; it burned a little, but you enjoyed each and every second of it and craved for more.

He looked up at you, staring into your eyes while he ate you out, making your legs tremble around his head. You watched how his eyes drew darker and darker. He had a slight smirk on as he watched you in awe and how you lost control under his touch; legs shaking as he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue. 

Your arousal drenched the lower half of his face as he ate you out relentlessly until you were nothing but a moaning mess. His hands wrapped around your thighs, securing you in his grip as he pushed his face further into you, making you cry out loud. You came violently all over Bucky’s tongue, body shuddering and shaking while you moaned his name out loud.

“So perfect…” he mumbled and kissed your inner thighs, licking you clean before kissing his way up your body and finding your lips again. He kissed you with ardor; eager to just be inside you already and make you squirm and shake under him, but he also wanted to cherish each moment and worship your body. He couldn’t make up his mind, but he knew that he wanted you. Bad. 

You felt his tongue stroke the top of your mouth, and his hands touched you wherever he could; your breasts, your waist – leaving trails of goosebumps wherever his fingers touched your skin. He quickly pulled away and undid his pants, then grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head. “Keep your hands there for me, sweetheart.” He mumbled under his breath and lifted his hips to align his erected cock to your entrance. You instinctively spread your legs apart to give him more room.

His hand reached down and he pumped his cock, rubbing it all over your dripping core in the process. You squirmed and moaned when he did so; the tip of his cock rubbing up and down your wet lips, parting them as he circled your clit gently. You shuddered under him; whining in need. Your body begging him to just take you already and make you his own.

His eyes looked darker than usual, and his face looked dangerously handsome. His voice was deep – which caused the butterflies in your stomach to go crazy. “I missed you so much.” With a slow, steady push, he inserted his length into you. You shuddered as you felt all of him, his beard tickled your skin as he kissed your lips repeatedly and told you how good you were. You heard his ragged breaths as he removed himself out and pushed himself back into you again. 

You moaned out loud; your cries wanton and desperate because you wanted more. You needed him. Bad. 

“You’re mine.” he whispered in your ear in between grunts and moans as he sped up into you, making you feel all of him while he stroked your walls perfectly. He reached out and grabbed your face with one hand, the other holding him up. He stared into your eyes, speeding up into you. “I’ve been dying to make love to you since you got here. I was dying to remind you that no matter what happens, you’re always gonna be mine.” He leaned in to kiss you, shamelessly shoving his tongue past your parted lips and stroking the inside of your open mouth. 

You could only moan in response. 

He kissed down your face. You let out a moan as he found your sweet spot, and felt him smirk against your skin. You moaned again as he bit and licked the skin beneath your jaw, all while slamming into you relentlessly; stretching you out and pounding into you like his life depended on it. When he pulled away to look at him again, you gasped at the sight of his dark eyes and sharp fangs. 

Your hands instinctively reached out to brush against his parted lips. They were soft, and cool. He smirked, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours. “Like what you see?” he teased. You meant to say yes but moaned out loud instead as you felt your walls clench around him, and tighten around his thick member; making him swear out loud too. “Fuck!” he cursed. 

“Bucky… please…” you were right on the edge. 

Bucky bit down on your shoulder with his sharp teeth as he pounded into you mercilessly. Not hard enough to injure you but just enough to make you scream loudly, in both pleasure and pain; begging him for more. Your body tingled as you felt the sharp pain. He placed one of his hands gently around your neck while he sped up even more into you; he leaned in to whisper in your ear again. “I love you.” he simply said, feeling your walls beginning to clench harder around him. 

“I love you…” you said it back, moaning as he made you come undone violently around him. 

Bucky pushed his face into your neck as he growled and grunted, coming right after you. You gasped for air, basking in his body heat as you held him close to you; sliding your hands into his hair and kissing his shoulder. “I love you, Buck. More than anything.” You spoke into his hair and he chuckled and pulled the two of you under the covers again.

“I love you more.” He pulled your worn out body into his and kept you safe by his side. He had you back now. Everything was going to be alright. 

“Hey, look.” You kept your head on his chest as you pointed towards the bedroom window. The storm had passed. You both saw the sunrise again, after so many gloomy days. “Good morning.” You mumbled and kissed his chest. 

He caressed your face lovingly, the light from the sun making you glow even more than earlier. “Good morning, sweetheart.” 

The storm had passed yes, but you weren’t leaving this house anytime soon.

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #vampire!bucky #sebastian stan #marvel #bucky smut #bucky x reader

[ibuki-loves-you]

I know that requests are closed and all that stuff but I'm putting it here so that I don't forget. Danganronpa v3 boys reacting to reader snapping during a class trial like Mikan did. That's it. Feel free to ignore this ask and have a great time.

DRV3 Boys reacting to their S/O snapping during a trial like Mikan

Warnings: Death

Mod Ibuki: Hope you enjoy!

Shuichi:

Shuichi had no choice but to suspect you

All evidence pointed to you

The minute he questioned you, you snapped

It’s like your personality before was gone, replaced with this violent one

And he didn’t like it

“I always get blamed, i-it’s always my fault! N-Now you too!? Well, guess what? I’m done with that! You hear me!? I’m done!!” “Y-Y/N…”

What scared him more was when you went from screaming to your voice dropping to a soft hum

“It’s always my fault, right? You just need someone to pin the blame on...find someone else. I’m not the culprit…” “Yes you are, Y/N…” “NO I'M NOT!”

His heart broke every single time you objected

He just wanted to get this over with

When you finally came clean about the murder, you were still convinced you had done no wrong, that it was justified

Shuichi gave up trying to convince you

“I love you, Y/N. I really do. I-I’m so sorry…”

Rantaro:

When you lost it, he lost it

“Y-You’re just a bunch of bullies, huh? I see...I’m not the culprit. I did nothing wrong. N-Nothing wrong...! NOTHING AT ALL!”

Shuichi had to convince Rantaro that you were the culprit first

It took a bit, but Rantaro had no choice but to believe it

“I did nothing wrong! Why are you convicting me, huh!? Is it because you’re desperate for a culprit! That-” “Stop, Y/N. It’s over. Just, admit it. You did it.”

It broke Rantaro to say that to you, but he had no choice

When everyone voted for you and the trial was over, everyone, not just Rantaro, wanted to know what happened

“Forgive me…” “What?” “F-Forgive me! I-If it was you, you’d forgive yourself right away, right!? S-So just forgive me already!”

Rantaro pulled you into a hug, mumbling over and over how he forgave you and how he wasn’t mad

“I love you so much, Y/N. I forgive you, I’ll always forgive you.”

Ryoma:

Ryoma thought it was karma

He got to be happy, and this was the punishment

“I’ve been through this so many times. Hehe…” “What do you mean? Talk to me, Y/N.” “‘I-It’s all their fault.’ ‘T-They’re the one with the problem.’ I’M DONE WITH THAT! YOU HEAR ME!? I’M DONE!”

Ryoma couldn’t bring himself to say anything else, he let Shuichi handle the conviction

He wanted no part in it

“W-Why won’t you forgive me!? Y-You’re all looking at me l-like you hate me! JUST FORGIVE ME ALREADY!!!” “Y/N, I’ll always forgive you.” “T-Then why are you looking at me like that!?” “Because I don’t want to lose you.”

When he said that, you confessed

You didn’t want to prolong Ryoma’s mental torture any longer

Before you got dragged off to your execution, Ryoma held your hands and kissed your head

“I don’t hate you, okay? I could never hate you. I love you, I always will.”

Korekiyo:

Kiyo immediately came to your aid

He was not about to lose you

When you weren’t screaming, he was

“You’re idiots! You’re only pushing the blame on me because I-I’m an easy target! Y-You hate me! Why do you hate me!?”

Everytime Kiyo defended you, it got more and more incoherent

His evidence wasn’t accurate and he knew that

He just wanted you to live

Eventually, Shuichi broke through to Kiyo about you being the killer, now everyone had to break through to you

“I-It’s not fair. Not fair. Not fair, not fair, not fair, NOT FAIR NOT FAIR NOT FAIR NOT FAIR NOT FAIR NOT FAIR NOT FAIR!!!!” “I know, dear. It’s not fair. Believe me, I know. But please, just admit you had killed them.”

It took a while, but you had finally broke and confessed to the killing

The minute you were voted, Kiyo grabbed you and held you as close as he possibly could

If Monokuma wanted you, he had to rip you from Kiyo himself

Even then, you weren’t going without him

“I love you so much, my love. It’s okay, no tears. We will see each other shortly, I swear. I refuse to leave you alone.”

Gonta:

Gonta got scared

He was so used to your quiet self before

When you started screaming at Shuichi he started crying

“It’s not fair! Not fair, not fair, not fair, not fair!!” “Y-Y/N!” “What!? Do you agree with them!?” “N-No, not at all! W-Why you think Y/N culprit!?”

Gonta tried to convince them otherwise, he really did

Nothing was working, though

Like most of the others, they had to convince Gonta you were the culprit because they weren’t getting anywhere with you

“Y/N...Please tell truth. Tell Gonta the truth. Gonta won’t be mad, Gonta promise.”

After a few minutes of contemplation, you calmed down and came clean

You couldn’t persist any longer

It was only gonna hurt Gonta

“Gonta love you, Y/N. Gonta never gonna forget you. Gonta gonna miss you a lot…”

Kokichi:

Kokichi found your meltdown hilarious!

...That’s a lie

Every time you screamed at Shuichi, he felt his heart break all over again

He knew you were trying upon trying to survive

That’s when he began lying for you

“You’re convicting the wrong person.” “What?” “You heard me. You’re forgetting, Tsumugi has no alibi and isn’t she just as close to the crime as Y/N? Evaluate her. You have the wrong person.”

Surprisingly, it worked

Shuichi evaluated the whole case all over again, buying you and Kokichi more time

Kokichi held your hand, even kissing it a few times while Shuichi evaluated

When he was finished, the results still came back to you

“Forgive me…” “W-What? Y/N, you didn’t do anything! Tsumugi did it! Not you!” “Why won’t you forgive me?” “I can’t forgive what you didn’t do!” “Just forgive me already…” “W-What?” “I SAID JUST FORGIVE ME ALREADY! WHY WON”T YOU FORGIVE ME!?” “Baby…” “JUST FORGIVE ME!” “Okay! Okay, I forgive you…”

The second you were voted it hit him that you were going to die

He latched onto you and wouldn’t let go

He kissed you over and over, as if he was trying to memorize the feeling of your lips against his

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you. I promise, I’ll see you soon, okay? I love you. I’m not lying, I promise. I love you, I love you.”

Kaito:

The minute Shuichi began suspecting you, Kaito was on his ass about it

No way in hell were you the culprit

He fought for you for a while until you snapped

It scared him and everyone in the room

“You’re just a bully, huh? It’s my fault...right? It’s always my fault…! I’m a-always the one with the problem! It’s always me and no one else!” “Y/N-” “I’M DONE WITH THAT! DO YOU HEAR ME!? I’M DONE!!!” “Y/N! What the hell are you talkin’ about? You didn’t do anything! You aren’t the culprit!”

Shuichi never got it through to Kaito that you were the culprit, so he had to break you

The minute you were voted, Kaito punched Shuichi right across the face

He knew deep down it wasn’t his fault, but he couldn’t help but blame him

He would apologize later because he knew that’s what you would’ve wanted

“Y/N, baby. I’m sorry, okay? I’m really sorry. I love you, to the moon and back.”

Kiibo:

Kiibo thought he was malfunctioning

You weren’t the culprit, there was no way

“That’s ridiculous, Shuichi! There’s no way Y/N is the culprit! They couldn’t hurt a fly!”

Like the majority of the others, Shuichi had to drill it into his head that you were the culprit

The moment he realized was when you started freaking out on Shuichi

“It’s not fair! Why me, huh!? Why are you convicting me!? I did nothing wrong! It’s not fair, not fair, not fair, not fair, not fair, NOT FAIR!!!” “Y/N, please calm down!”

Kiibo’s efforts proved fruitless, as you didn’t calm down until you were voted

Once it hit the two of you that you were about to die, Kiibo embraced you and tried to comfort you as best he could

“It’ll be over soon, Y/N. Hopefully, we’ll meet again. I’m grateful for everything you’ve ever done for me, okay? I love you.”

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #mod ibuki writes! #drv3 #shuichi saihara #shuichi saihara x reader #rantaro amami #rantaro amami x reader #ryoma hoshi #ryoma hoshi x reader #korekiyo shinguji #korekiyo shinguji x reader #gonta gokuhara #gonta gokuhara x reader #kaito momota #kaito momota x reader #kokichi oma x reader #kokichi oma #kiibo #kiibo x reader

[bethchapelsbonnet]

May I ask again for 41: "Let me see your scars..." and 45: "I bought this for you. It's in your favorite color..." if it's not too much trouble 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Not too much trouble at all. Though I might separate the two prompts.

"Let me see your scars"

They didn't touch all of the time, but whenever they did, it always mattered. The time he caught her from Cindy's window, the times she tried to hold him back from doing something destructive, the first time they held hands...

It wasn't like that. Not that day. Beth was on the verge of a meltdown. She didn't have them very often, but when she did, it was difficult to get her to center herself and feel calm again. Rick gently said, "Let me see your hands." She stared at him for a moment, confused and then looked at his outstretched hands. She placed hers in them and he shut his eyes and raised his head.

She wasn't sure what he was doing, but he looked like he was simply taking deep breaths. There was something very soothing in the image of Rick, eyes closed, face to the sky, breathing peacefully. She forgot her meltdown and simply smiled softly at him until he opened his eyes and looked at her. "You're okay," he said, seemingly relieved.

"Yeah. I think I just needed to pause for a moment and appreciate... What I have." Her face grew warm and she looked at their hands, still held with Rick's thumbs brushing hers. "Thank you for just being here."

They weren't dating then. It took them longer than anyone around them thought that they should take, but Rick didn't see any reason to rush anything, and Beth didn't see that things were mutual and by the time she did, her awkward flirting and Rick's slow reactions made her think that perhaps they weren't ready.

She didn't know for sure until they were awake late into the night, in the 3 bedroom apartment they shared with Courtney and Yolanda - who shared the master bedroom while Beth and Rick took individual rooms. They were on the couch and she was getting sleepy, but didn't want to go to bed. Rick seed sad that night and she wanted to be there for him.

But, she kept dozing off and leaning onto him, then startling herself awake and apologizing. When she bumped her head against his, he insisted, "That's it! I'm gonna bring you to your room!"

He moved to pick her up but she stopped him in his tracks when she sleepily wondered, "You don't want to bring me to your room?" He was leaning over her and her eyes weren't even open. He didn't know if she'd said that and fallen asleep.

"I don't want to be alone tonight," he admitted, quietly.

"I'll stay with you then." She let him pick her up.and carry her to his room, he laid her in the bed and she went fast asleep. It still mattered. He felt so much more at peace with her there and eventually fell asleep too. The next morning when he woke up with her cuddled against him, he pulled her into his arms and saw her smile.

After a few weeks of retiring to his room, they were brushing their teeth and talking about something inconsequential when Beth spit in the sink and asked, "Have you always had that?" She pointed to a boomerang shaped scar on Rick's side, almost on his back. He frowned and nodded his head, getting his rinsing cup. "I have never noticed it," she said, getting her cup, as well. "What happened?"

Rick pulled on his tshirt and rinsed out his mouth, then left the bathroom. Beth scoffed, but she still had more to do. Gargle and floss. She resumed the conversation when she came into his room and flopped onto his bed, "I didn't mean to upset you."

"You didn't. I just... I don't really like to revisit a lot of my scars. I got that one and plenty others before the hourglass." His hands were shaking and she knew that he meant he got it from Matt Harris. She reached for his hands and he gave her a half smile at her callback to the first time they held hands. He shut his eyes and leaned his head back. Instead of breathing, he told her how he got that particular scar when he was shoved out of his uncle's way and into the corner of a table.

Rick opened his eyes and Beth's were closed. She was crying. He didn't want stuff his uncle did to affect them like this. He gave her hands a tug and that was all it took for her to move towards him. She settled in his lap and he strummed her cheek. "Sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I thought you wanted me to tell you."

She opened her eyes and offered a sad smile, "I want you to be comfortable with me."

"I am."

Her expression was skeptical. They didn't touch a lot, but when they did, it always mattered. Right now, in his lap, in his arms, she knew that mattered. She knew that she mattered. But she also realized that as much as Rick had changed and as much as he had unlearned, scars like that boomerang from the table corner would stay with him to bring things flooding back, like they just had. "I'm comfortable, Beth. I love being with you. I just... Have a lot of scars."

And I can't talk about them all. Just look at how one little one hurt her...

"Let me see your scars." It was the most passive voice she ever used, almost a plea, but in a low tone that made it sound more like a prelude to something soft. He offered his knuckles. They had scars upon scars from all the times he'd punched without protection. Beth's fingertips hovered around them, like they were trying to figure where to start. She took his hand on both of hers. He let her move it closer and she seasoned the scar collection with a trail of kisses.

"Scars can contain stories of a past that was desperate to remain present, of mistakes that were made, or of monsters that attacked and didn't kill. Whatever stories you contain, I have stories, too..." Rick tilted his head as she pet the tissue on his knuckles. , "These hands have sheilded me from danger, reached for me when I was lonely, never once in anger or threat. I don't know where you were created, and I may never know. It isn't my place. I'll never ask again. But, I know that you're a part of hands that have loved me, of hands that I love, so I thank you for being part of my present story, in which you're appreciated." She kissed them again and Rick just stared.

Beth settled his hand onto the bed and tentatively reached beneath his shirt, where his boomerang scar was. Her thumb brushed against it and Rick's eyes teared up. "I'm sorry for how you came to be and I'm sorry that I asked and brought to the surface a day of pain. I hope that eventually, I'll show enough love that your memory fades, even if your existence doesn't. You were inflicted upon a body I love. A body that has loved me, and the story you bring up is not one that he deserves to have lived or to relive.

Her face was near it before Rick could make himself move. "But you are here now, and I don't know how to appreciate you. But I love him, so I want to forgive you for the memory you hold, but I want him to forget your power." She traced the scar with kisses, like she had done his knuckles and whispered, "One day, I'll weaken those powers. One day, he'll think of you as a place he was kissed a lot."

Rick reached for her and she subjected herself to his hold. Beth let him gently lay her down and watched as he took his shirt off, her eyes quickly identifying several scars that she hadn't been as keen to notice before. He picked up her hand and placed it on one on his chest and she knew what he wanted. She smiled softly, not as sad as before and began one of her enchanting acknowledgments. "I have no idea how you came to be, but you're close to the heart of a hero. Someone I know well and cherish. A heart that I never thought would let me in, but has..."

#beth chapel #rick tyler #hournite #stargirl fanfiction #hournite fics #hournite prompts #prompts #fics #nesha hournite fics #nesha prompts

[spencers-renaissance]

can't un-sing a song that's sung.

Summary: The worst thing about it is that Derek isn’t even surprised when he gets the call.

Tags: drug use, overdose, hurt/comfort, guilty derek & hotch, angst with a hopeful ending, bedside vigils, protective derek & hotch NO MCD

Pairing: Gen (Platonic Derek Morgan & Spencer Reid; Aaron Hotchner & Spencer Reid)

Word Count: 1.8k

Masterlist // Read on AO3 // Bad Things Happen Bingo

Major TWs, obviously. I'm just so angry that no-one did anything about Spencer's addiction in season two, so I decided to punish Derek and Hotch by having the (almost) worst-case scenario come to fruition. Fic inspired by this gifset & title from this poem (v short but v poignant) Fills the 'Overdose' square on my Bad Things Happen Bingo card.

The worst thing about it is that Derek isn’t even surprised when he gets the call.

His heart sinks, of course, and his stomach feels like it bottoms out. His chest tightens and he struggles to breathe for a minute and a half, his hands clamming up as his tongue freezes and he can’t find the words to respond to Hotch over the phone. But he isn’t surprised. And that, when it really and truly comes down to it, is exactly where his sins lie.

He races as quickly as he can to the hospital, not obeying the traffic laws by any stretch of the imagination as his hands grip so tightly at the steering wheel that his knuckles turn white and the pattern of the leather; the seams where it's sewn imprint themselves on his palm. His heart pounds rapidly and it’s all he can hear, blood thudding in his ears as the tight knot of anxiety sits heavy in his stomach.

He’s just pulling into the hospital car park when he realises that the last time he felt like this — God, the last time he felt like this was when he first realised Spencer was missing all those months ago. He heaves a dry sob as he abandons his car in a space he hopes is the right one, and slams his palm down hard on the steering wheel once.

He allows himself one more guilt-ridden, heartbroken sob before he forces himself to calm down, doing his best to ignore the tumultuous emotions raging inside him as he shuts the car door behind him and hurries towards the entrance.

It’s hard not to cry when he first locks eyes on Hotch. Seeing his calm, stoic supervisor in a state of utter disarray — red-rimmed eyes, messed up hair, ruffled clothes — somehow makes this all seem a bit too real. Maybe in the car ride over he’d still clung to a small, pathetic bit of hope that this is all a nightmare, that he’ll wake up in a minute and he’ll drive to work and Spencer will already be at his desk, beavering away.

In the harsh lights and bustling noise of the hospital corridor, he knows that’s not going to happen.

They don’t say anything as they stare at one another, both clearly struggling to bite back the raw emotion threatening to spill from their eyes, to unleash itself in a full blown meltdown. Eventually, Hotch sits back down and buries his face in his hands, and Derek joins him on the little two-seater bench.

He doesn’t claim to know much about hospitals or medical care in general, but he knows for damn sure that waiting on a bench outside the ICU is not good, and he’s doing everything in his power to not think about that too hard.

They’ve been sat in stony silence for countless minutes before Derek finally lifts his head, though he still can’t bring himself to look at Hotch again. “Have you called the others?”

Hotch swallows, and Derek can see the tear-tracks trailing down the side of his face out of the corner of his eye. He pretends not to notice them.

“No,” he says, voice unsettlingly shaky. “Only you.”

He decides now is not the time to dwell on that. “Is he— is he going to lose his job?”

The only reason none of them had done anything sooner was because they knew how important this job is to Spencer. And Derek hates with a burning, roaring passion that their hesitation; their cowardly delay, might have cost him his life instead. Just the thought brings another choked sob from his lips, and this time the tears come with it. Before he knows it, his shoulders are shaking violently and all the emotions Derek is struggling to name finally come pouring out, right into Hotch’s lap.

He feels an arm wrap around him and he’s too broken not to lean into it, seeking comfort from the one person in the entire world who can offer it right now. Falling apart in his superior’s arms is not how he saw his Thursday evening going, but he’s too exhausted to care.

By the time he finally pulls away, Hotch is crying too, and they sit a little closer on the bench.

“Spencer won’t lose his job,” he says determinedly, looking Derek in the eyes. “Not if I have anything to say about it.”

Derek knows that they will have to lie. Papers will be forged and Hotch will be backed into an impossible corner, and he knows that they could lose their jobs if they are ever found out. He doesn’t fucking care. They’ve already failed Spencer in a disgusting, immeasurable, utterly unforgivable way, and he’ll be damned if they ever do that again.

“Good,” he says, and that’s the end of that.

Derek doesn’t understand most of what the doctor tells them, but he doesn’t really care that much for the technicalities anyway. All he cares about is that Spencer had overdosed in the parking garage of his building and was found by a neighbour he doesn’t even know that well. He cares that a damn near stranger was there for Spencer when he wasn’t, and he cares that Hotch was called as his emergency contact, and as such, Derek can finally step up. He can walk into his room and hold his hand and tell him that he’s here now, and he’s not leaving again.

He cares that Spencer is going to be okay.

He’s still asleep when they’re finally allowed to take their seats by his bedside, and Derek tries very hard not to cry at the sight of him, but it isn’t easy. There’s still a bluish tint to his fingernails, and he looks pale and clammy under the oxygen mask. Medicine drips slowly into the line connected to the cannula in the crook of his elbow, and the heart rate echoing out from the monitors is still alarmingly quick.

The evidence of Derek’s failings is staring him right in the face, and it’s hard not to turn away, but he refuses to let himself. He has a lot to make up to Spencer, but he can damn well start by sitting with him here in his darkest hour.

“We all knew.”

Derek looks up from Spencer’s hand to meet Hotch’s eyes. “Yeah.”

“We all knew, and we didn’t do anything about it.” The guilt in Hotch’s voice is momentous enough to rival Derek’s own, and it hurts to hear. Derek failed Spencer as a colleague and a friend-maybe-something-more, but Hotch failed him as a father figure.

He feels tears well up in his eyes again and he does his best to swallow them back down. “Emily did.”

A violent sob tears itself out of Hotch’s lungs, and it’s so loud that Derek almost flinches. “And isn’t that just so much worse? She barely knows him! I met him at lunch with Gideon when he was nineteen, I’ve known him for seven years! Before all of this went down, he almost called me ‘dad’. And I sat back and watched him suffer with both the PTSD of being kidnapped and the fucking heroin addiction he developed because of that bastard, and I did nothing!”

Derek’s at a loss as he watches Hotch break down in front of him, his voice breaking as he shouts, tears streaming down his face as he dissolves into sobs.

“He’s never gonna forgive me. Nor should he. I can’t stand myself right now.”

A little uncertain of the right thing to do, Derek stands up and crosses to the other side of the bed and wraps his arms around Hotch like he did for him only hours earlier. “We all fucked up,” he agrees, “but we’ll get through this. We might never forgive ourselves, but we can always do better. We can do right by Spencer as he recovers, we can help him get clean, help him keep his job, remind him of how loved he is. We can’t abandon that duty just because we failed at doing it before.”

Hotch sits back up and wipes at his eyes furiously, casting his eyes on Spencer. He reaches a hand out and brushes it through his short but untamed curls tenderly, his thumb caressing his eyebrow and forehead gently.

“I know,” he says quietly. “I won’t fail him again.”

Both Derek and Hotch spring into action as soon as Spencer stirs, waking up slowly through the layers of sleep until he’s staring at both of them with a look of terrified uncomprehension in his eyes.

“Hey,” Hotch says softly, hand moving to cup the side of his face. “You’re alright, you’re safe. You’re in the hospital with me and Derek, and everything’s going to be okay. I promise.”

Spencer slowly looks around the room as the realisation of what’s going on slowly dawns on him, and soon the anxiety is replaced with abject horror and to Derek’s dismay, he immediately starts to cry.

“Hey, hey, pretty boy,” he murmurs as soothingly as he can, following Hotch’s suit and tangling his fingers in Spencer’s hair. “Don’t worry about anything right now, okay? Hotch and I are gonna fix everything right up, and we’re gonna help you. We’re gonna help you like we should’ve helped you before.”

He hates that he loses his composure slightly at the end, but Spencer relaxes slightly so he takes it as a win.

“You can go back to sleep now, Spencer,” Hotch says gently, spotting the signs of exhaustion easily. “We’re gonna stay right here with you, okay? We’ll be here when you wake up.”

When he does finally awaken again, he explains through tears and strangled breaths that he didn’t mean to, that he wasn’t trying to die, he was just so tired and in so much pain that he hadn’t calculated the dosage right.

Hotch and Derek calmly explain that they’re not judging him, and that they’re going to help him through the hospital’s rehab program. Spencer refuses their apologies but they repeat them anyway, trying not to show just how much they hate themselves as they do.

They rope Penelope in, and she helps them make sure Spencer keeps his job, but otherwise their team is entirely oblivious to their chaotic and regret-filled Saturday night spent in George Washington University Hospital.

Most of all, though, Derek does absolutely everything in his power to make sure Spencer is happy, no matter how torn-up and scarred he might feel when he goes home to his own apartment. It isn’t much compared to his property business and his coveted role at the FBI’s behavioural analysis unit, but to Derek it’s his most important and worthy mission in life.

And if that spirals into something more, well. Maybe that’s just one good thing to come out of that small, stuffy, heartbreak-riddled ICU room.

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Show Me The Way

Pairing: Yuta x Original Female Character | Reader

Genre: Friends With Benefits, Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Unhealthy coping mechanisms, Explicit sexual content (Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex), Language, Yuta has tattoos and nipples piercings (I put that out in the universe, please make it happen)

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: After an unpleasant meeting with her mother, Chloe seeks comfort in her best friend Yuta. She thinks back to how they started and how they got here. Two hearts beating together, but can the two hearts be together?

Random Word Generator Prompt:

Must be about Yuta

Must contain these words: Therapist, Benefit, Judgment

A/N: This is part of the Random Word Generator Challenge with a friend. I tried to keep to 2k words, but it's slightly longer. Oops! Also, please practice safe sex!

Dinner with her mother leaves Chloe fuming. Chloe’s mother has a habit of dropping by unannounced under the guise of motherly duty only to remind Chloe how disappointing she is. In her eyes, Chloe could never meet her standards for perfection. After graduating high school, Chloe left to go to college on the other side of the country to escape her mother’s suffocating clutches. Unfortunately, her mother started making unannounced visits when she sensed Chloe trying to distance herself.

For the sake of her sanity, Chloe always spends their time together going through a list of her favorite things - shows, songs, food, even her favorite socks. This was something her Therapist had taught her to do - do something pleasant when faced with something unpleasant. This time, she only makes a list of 25 songs before her mother cuts their meeting short. Fortunately for Chloe, her mother has to get drinks with her business partners - the real reason she’s in town.

Now back in the comfort of her apartment, Chloe does breathing exercise from a meditation app to calm down. This is step 1 in her “post-motherly interrogation meltdown” recovery manual. Step 2 is waiting for Yuta’s text. A notification appears on her phone alerting her of Yuta’s text.

Yuta I’ll be over in a sec your mom she sucks

The text calms her a little. Step 3 was set to go. Yuta is the only person she finds she can confide in without judgment.

While she waits for Yuta to arrive, she thinks back to how their friendship was molded. They met during Freshman year when they both ran into their English class late and the Professor kept them both after class to reprimand them. They both sulked out of the class, but once out of the classroom they burst into fits of laughter. Their shared misfortune from the start of their college careers led to their inseparable friendship.

Yuta was an open book. He spoke freely and Chloe never had to second guess his intentions. It took Chloe some time to open up, but Yuta was patient and never pried for information. Chloe’s relationship with her mother further strained when she told her she switched her major from Business Administration to Psychology. Yuta was there to witness the call and was there to lift her spirits by dragging her to a wild night out to get absolutely trashed.

Their relationship took a turn after Chloe had drunkenly confessed to Yuta how sexy she thought his tattoos were.

“Only my tattoos?” Yuta teased.

Chloe shoved Yuta. “You’re sexy. And I’d fuck you right here. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Yuta laughed. “I only wanted the truth. And for the record, you’re sexy and I wanna fuck you too.”

Chloe blushed, more from his words than the alcohol. She leaned in to give him a kiss with more tongue than her sober self would have allowed. Yuta broke the kiss and looked in Chloe’s eyes.

“While I want nothing more than to fuck you till you can’t walk, you’re drunk. If you remember this tomorrow, then we can pick up where we left off,” Yuta offered.

The next morning, Chloe sported a hangover, but remembered everything from the night before. Yuta knew she’d be embarrassed to face him, so he came over with breakfast to help lighten the mood before they talked. She was silent while eating breakfast, but after her stomach felt slightly better she had enough courage to broach their drunken proposition.

“Soooo the cat’s out of the bag,” Chloe tried to joke.

“You mean pussy?” Yuta replied in a playful tone.

Chloe scoffed while Yuta laughed at her reaction.

“Well, we’re both hot and we know how we feel about each other, SOOOO,” Yuta replied. Though he wanted more, he wanted Chloe to decide what she was comfortable with.

“Yuta, I don’t want a relationship,” Chloe shot down instantly. Judging by the look of shock on Yuta’s face, she knew that wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

“Don’t get me wrong, I want you. I want you SO bad, but, you know, me and relationships, they don’t work out,” Chloe explained.

Yuta did know. He witnessed Chloe have her heart broken countless times throughout their friendship. He guessed her failed relationships might have also had something to do with her mother.

“Well, you can have me how you want me, Chloe. We can still be the same Chloe and Yuta, best of buds, but now upgraded with the physical benefits. You know, friends with benefits,” Yuta suggested cautiously. He looked rather shy and seemed a little unsure of himself.

“Are you okay with that?” Chloe eyed him carefully.

“Seriously? Already trying to kill off my genius idea?” Yuta reverted back to his usual playful nature.

“I don’t want to hold you back from relationships. If you ever want to move on or get tired of me, just tell me. I’ll be fine.”

Yuta reached out to cradle her face in his hands.

“Chloe, don’t overthink it. I’ll never get tired of you. We’ll always be friends. We’re just two very hot friends having sex like all the time. It’s what the universe wants.”

Chloe laughed and sealed their deal with a kiss.

The knocking on her front door breaks Chloe from her reverie. She quickly opens the door and Yuta practically jumps in to hug her.

“I came as fast as I could,” Yuta says out of breath. Chloe feels slightly guilty for making him rush over.

“Thanks Yuta. Sorry if I interrupted something,” Chloe says as she sits on the couch. He shakes his head to brush off her apology.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Yuta asks softly as he sits down and places a hand on her knee.

Chloe is touched by his genuine concern, but brushes it off. She takes his hand off her knee and straddles him.

“You know I didn’t call you here to be my Therapist,” Chloe replies. She grabs the bottom hem of his shirt and swiftly takes it off.

“You want me that bad?” Yuta tilts his head back on the couch and laughs.

“Shut up and kiss me, idiot,” Chloe demands. Yuta smirks before he molds their lips together. He starts off slow and tender, before she licks his lower lip signalling him to go deepen the kiss.

Chloe quickly takes her clothes off while Yuta struggles out of his jeans. Growing impatient, Chloe pulls Yuta closer as she sits naked on the couch. She moves her hands down his chest before her fingers delicately brush over his nipple piercings. He lets out a soft moan before he grabs her hands.

“Tonight it’s about you,” Yuta says, taking her hands off of him.

Yuta kneels in front of her and throws her legs over his shoulders. He licks her clit and feels her legs shaking already. He slowly inserts a finger in her pussy while he continues licking her clit. He sneaks a peek at Chloe and sees her writhing in pleasure.

“You’re so wet,” Yuta comments.

“Shut up and make me come,” Chloe demands. She grabs his hair and pushes his face closer to her clit.

Sensing her impatience, he adds another finger and picks up the pace of the thrusts. He slightly curves his fingers and goes back to licking her clit. Chloe tightens her hold on Yuta’s hair and curses when she feels her orgasm come over her. Once she comes down from her high, she lets go of Yuta’s hair. She looks down and sees Yuta looking in her eyes while licking his soaked fingers.

Before Yuta takes his boxers off, Chloe pushes him onto the couch. Chloe kneels in front of him and softly kisses the butterfly tattoo peaking out of his boxers on his left hip. She grabs his dick out of his boxers and smiles at how hard he already is. She licks the head of his cock before slowly licking up and down the shaft. Yuta lets out a moan when she takes his whole dick in her mouth. The sight of her sucking his dick makes him want to lose control and fuck her mouth. Chloe’s mouth keeps a steady pace on his dick, which makes him whine.

Yuta grabs her hair and pulls her up for her kiss. Tasting Yuta’s restlessness, Chloe straddles him and lines up his cock to her pussy. Without breaking the kiss, she slowly lowers herself before raising her hips then slamming back down faster. Yuta grabs her face to break the kiss.

“God, your pussy feels so fucking good,” Yuta says before he delicately kisses her earlobe.

Chloe finds her rhythm and picks up the pace taking him deeper each time. Yuta’s hands move up to massage her breasts, inciting a moan from Chloe.

Yuta can sense that Chloe is about to reach her orgasm soon by the way she’s digging her nails into his shoulders. Taking over, he grabs her hips to steady her before he starts thrusting up into her pussy at a rapid pace.

“FUCK! I’m gonna come,” Chloe warns as she starts rubbing her clit.

Chloe moans as her pussy tightens around Yuta’s dick. Yuta kisses her as she rides out her orgasm. Yuta reaches to pull out, but Chloe stops him.

“I want you to come inside me,” Chloe whispers in his ear before she kisses his neck.

Yuta grabs her ass to press her body closer to him and picks up the pace of his thrusts. Chloe kisses down his chest before licking his left nipple piercing and rubbing the other.

“Fuck! Keep doing that,” Yuta demands.

Not long after, Yuta feels the familiar feeling of pleasure and comes deep inside Chloe. He pulls her face away from his nipple piercing to meet him in a kiss. Coming down from his high, he holds her close as they steady their breathing.

Yuta quickly grabs some tissues as he pulls out and wipes his cum off before it drips out Chloe and onto the couch. He throws the tissues away before returning to the couch to snuggle with Chloe.

Although neither of them would say it out loud, cuddling after sex was one of their favorite things to do together. Yuta buries his face in her hair, pondering how to best choose his next words. He gives Chloe a kiss on her temple, catching her attention.

“You know I’m here for you whenever you need me.” Yuta reminds her as he combs her hair with his fingers.

“I know,” Chloe replies, fearful of what Yuta may say next. Yuta wasn’t usually much of a talker after sex.

“Chloe, I want to be there for you even more than I already am. If you let me,” Yuta confesses.

“Yuta,” Chloe starts. Even if he doesn’t explicitly say it, she knows he wants more.

“Come on, Chloe.”

“You know why. You know what I’m like.”

“Yes I do and that’s why I want you,” Yuta tries to convince her.

Yuta accepting her despite all her issues and flaws should be comforting, it is comforting, but Chloe doesn’t want to let him in. Chloe sighs and closes her eyes. This was not what she wanted to deal with after mindblowing sex. She needs to keep herself centered from her conflicting emotions.

“Forget what I said. I’m leaving,” Yuta announces. He quickly picks up his boxers and jeans from where they were strewn.

Chloe stays silent as she watches Yuta get dressed, unable to find the words that might comfort him. She would be lying if she said she didn’t feel the same as Yuta, but she didn’t feel that she deserved something so good when there was so much bad in her life.

“The sooner I’m out of here, the sooner you’ll want me back anyway,” He lashes out as he grabs his shirt.

“Yuta, It’s not like that,” Chloe starts.

“No it’s cool. I know my place.” Yuta hastily slips on his shoes and opens the front door. “See you tomorrow.”

He steps out of the apartment without turning back.

Chloe feels bad for putting him through this. She feels bad he wants more. She feels bad she can’t bring herself to say she wants more too.

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Compulsion--8/?

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[1-Imprint on Me/Soulmate–Imprint] [2-Jealousy] [3-Unconventional Proposals] [4-The First Night] [5-Who’s really the sap?] [6-Spoilers] [7-Ask Me Again]

This newest akuma was...different. This woman wore a white and pink maid's outfit; the apron was heart-shaped; and the chest was a giant clock with heart-shaped hands. It was in this clock that her powers lay; at random intervals--Ladybug couldn't stop moving long enough to nail down a pattern, a burst of pink light would rip through the center at in the direction of her target. Chat Noir had already been clipped; a giant, yellow timer counted down from 10 minutes above his head. No amount of questioning would result in an answer; the akuma had just cackled and said that they would both see at the end of the timer. She had announced herself as Countdown, but offered no more information. Since that moment, she had been trying to nail Ladybug with her beam. 

"Why won't you stay still!?" She complained, furiously. Ladybug ducked behind a parked car as Chat redirected the beam into a post. He joined her behind the car. 

"What do you want to do, milady? As curious as I am about this timer, I'm not very eager to see what it does," he stated. 

"I think we're going to need some he-" The car was suddenly blasted away. Chat Noir barely managed force Ladybug's head down as another blast sent the car soaring into the park. They both vaulted to their feet, ready to dodge or fight, whenever another blast--not hardly 30 seconds from the last--slammed into Ladybug's chest. Chat cried out for her as she went flying back into a separate light post. She groaned at the painful strain to her back and looked up at her own timer--now blazing about her head. 5 minutes...and it was counting down faster than Chat's. 

"Oh~," the akuma sang. "Oh my, kitty's gonna have a broken heart." 

"You ready to tell us what it does?!" Chat demanded. 

"If you haven't figured that out by now, then I'm definitely not going to tell you." Ladybug looked around. The epicenter of the attack was close; men and women bore the same timers-counting down. There was a sound of something chiming coming from Countdown's clock. Her eyes immediately darted almost manically around the square; Ladybug's eyes followed hers. One woman's timer hit zero and then she vanished. She reappeared, however, soon after--right as another woman's timer hit the same number. They stood in front of one another in a daze as a pink hue took over their irises. The akuma laughed gleefully. "I knew it~" She sang. "You two were totally soulmates!" She jumped up and down in delight. Ladybug's mouth fell open.

"You mean these silly timers are a soul-mate radar?!" She complained. The akuma's glee died down; a pout came on her lips. 

"Yes, I can't believe I gave the game away..." Her pout disappeared as quickly as it had come. Her smile got wider. "There's also a compulsion charm imbedded into the beam. Those two will be going out to dinner. You two however...will deliver your miraculous once the timer reaches zero!"  

Ladybug's lips twitched. The akuma realized it at the same time and let out a shriek of rage; they would be teleported to their soulmate. Which could be anywhere in the city. "Well, I suppose you'll have 4 minutes to try and take it, Countdown." She taunted as she dropped into a fighting stance. Chat, however, didn't move immediately; he was busy having an internal meltdown at the fact that Ladybug's timer was faster and lower. His timer had only just moved past 8 minutes.

"Ah," Chat shook himself. "I won't let such a silly thing as timers separate us, milady!" He declared with bluster, jumping upwards as a beam shot at his feet. 

"Ah, but they are accurate," Countdown teased. "They'll transport you to your soul's one true fit." 

"And how can you read our souls?" Ladybug asked as both of them crept closer to the distracted akuma. "What makes you the deciding vote?" 

"I'm not~," she sang, "you are." Chat hooked his baton into a sewer drain lid while Ladybug kept the akuma's eyes on her. She shot her yoyo at Countdown's head. The woman dodged. "HA, you missed!" Her yoyo wrapped around the light post. Ladybug used the momentum of the string and the steadiness of the post to propel herself forward. The akuma dodged as Ladybug's feet flew past, but she couldn't dodge the sewer cap that Chat Noir hurled with his baton. It slammed into her and knocked her to the ground, but the clock did not break. 

Which was unfortunate. 

Ladybug's timer hit 0:00. 

 X

Luka yelped as a weight slammed into the deck beside him. He jumped up as he identified the mass on the deck. "Ladybug!" He cried out as she staggered to her knees. She pressed her palm to her forehead as if gathering her bearings. "Are you okay?" He asked as he helped her to her feet. She leaned into him for a moment, naturally, as if they had done it a thousand times, before pushing away. 

"Yeah," she seemed to take assessment of herself and then gave a firmer nod, "yeah. I need..." She looked up at him, their eyes met, and her eyes glazed over in a pink film. Luka's stomach dropped. 'She's under the influence of an akuma,' he realized. He looked around the deck for something, anything that could snap her out of it or save him if the influence made Ladybug violent. "Luka," she called before he resolved himself to using his guitar for blocking. "Luka~" she sang. His eyes snapped over to her; first in alarm at the beautiful voice and then in true shock as her hands reached up for her ears. He realized immediately what the influence was. He grabbed her hands quickly and pulled them down by her hips. The action brought them closer--closer than he had ever thought he would be to the one who gave him the chance to be a temporary hero. "What are you doing?" She asked as she wiggled; a small giggle escaped her. He tried to ignore how jarring that sound was coming from the leader of the miraculous team and how familiar it seemed. 

"Stopping you from making a mistake," Luka told her as he kept hold of her hands. He held her back into the depths of the boat, hidden from eyes.

"But you wanted to know my secret!" Ladybug protested. Luka almost tripped on the first step down into the hull, realizing that she was referencing his akumatization. He almost clipped his shoulder on the wall, but Ladybug pulled back just enough that he stayed on course.

"You don't want to do what you think you do," he told her soothingly. "I never should have asked." 

"You should have! It was within your right to know!" Ladybug argued as she tried to wiggle her hands free. "I do love you, Luka," she said freely. His eyes widened; his grip on her hands loosened for a second. He scrambled to try and catch her hands as they darted up to her ears, attempting to make the most of her time freed. Luka did the only thing he could think of. He slapped his hands around her wrists and pinned them to the wall behind her. Her mouth fell open and a vivid blush spread across her cheeks. He took a deep calming breath. 

"No, you don't." He argued. "It's the akuma making you-"

"No, it isn't." Ladybug retorted, trying to free her wrist in sharp bursts. Luka wondered idly why she wasn't overpowering him; in the suit, she was certain strong enough. 'But the compulsion isn't...there's something else to it. She didn't just appear to me randomly and she's acting almost...lovesick.' 

"Ladybug, why are you here?" He asked. 

"Countdown, the akuma, her beam is supposedly some soulmate timer or something corny like that..." Luka didn't have time to unpack all that, especially since her leg was now sliding up his. She could easily kick him away, all it would take was wedging her knee between them. He swallowed.  

"I'm sorry about this," he apologized as he closed the small distance between them and pressed into her body. Her cheeks flooded with red and he was certain his own matched. "T-The, ah, compulsion is secondary to the timer?" He questioned. 'Get her thinking,' he rationalized. 'Engage her brain and she'll stop trying to expose herself...' Ladybug nodded. "Why is the thought that you love me more overpowering than the compulsion?"

"She's a matchmaking akuma," Ladybug clarified. "She said that I was the deciding vote about who I was transported to." Luka swallowed as he fought the urge to lay his head on her shoulder--even temporarily in exasperation. 'So, I'm gonna have to unpack it, huh?' He thought.

"So, subconsciously, you thought of me whenever she said soulmate?" Ladybug shook her head. 

"No, I thought of you when she said 'my soul's perfect fit'. Soulmate is too...broad of a definition. If that were all, I could have just as easily teleported to Alya--since I consider her a platonic soulmate. But 'perfect fit' means more."

"That...doesn't sound like subconscious," he said weakly. It wasn't just her response; it was the name Alya combined with the way she said  Ladybug smiled, but it was a trembling thing as if she didn't want to be saying all this. Luka's eyes widened. "You can't help but respond to me," he realized with dread. 

"It doesn't seem like I have much of a filter," Ladybug agreed. Luka's mind raced. 

"It's more than that, you have to be honest with your responses..." Ladybug nodded again. Luka pinched his lips together. "Shit, okay. Where is the fight happening?" 

"Near the park that has the Ladybug and Chat Noir statue," she answered. Confusion had slipped into her tone.  

"I want you to take me there." 

"What? Why?" 

"Because you are the only one who can purify the akuma."

"I'm not taking you into danger without a suit, Luka!" Ladybug argued; the first hints of her true self since before the pink glow. Luka pursed his lips. 

"Please, Ladybug," he begged. She jerked as if he had slapped her; he bit into the inside of his cheek. A whine escaped the back of her throat as her head slammed into the wood of the boat. 

"Don't," she protested weakly.

"Please," Luka repeated. He smothered the guilt as her pained eyes met his. He gave her wrists an apologetic squeeze as he stepped away and let his hands fall. His request seemed to overpower the compulsion as she stepped forward and let him out of the boat. She wrapped her arm around his waist and urged him to hold onto her. "Focus on the fight when we get there and I'll be safe," he told her as she swung the rope around a pipe jutting out from a house just a few feet from where they were docked. His breath caught as they were off. It was a jarring feeling, traveling by air-hanging from someone. 

Before the feeling could make him dizzy, they landed at the fight. Chat Noir had broken the clock and freed the akuma. He had managed to cage it in his hands. The timer above his head read 4 minutes. He stared in astonishment at Ladybug and Luka. Luka caught her hands before they could dart back up to her earrings at the realization that there was no akuma, no fight to be had.

"The akuma needs to be purified," Luka tried. He didn't want to ask her to do something again whenever she couldn't resist. Ladybug's lips pouted. 

"Yeah, but..." 

"I need you to purify the akuma, Ladybug," Luka resigned himself. 

"Thank you," Ladybug breathed, stunning him, as her yoyo wiped out. Chat's hands parted numbly, allowing Ladybug to catch it with her yoyo. 

"Bye-bye, little butterfly," she said as the purified butterfly flew off. Now that the akuma was cleansed.

"Is the compulsion still-" 

"No, it's not," Ladybug sighed in relief. She turned to him. Her blue eyes were shining with relief and true affection. Luka's stomach clenched. 'Oh,' he realized immediately. The words she had spoken under the influence of the akuma combined with the way she was looking at him now--'Marinette.' And it was like the mask no longer existed. He could see the freckles across her nose that were hidden by the mask. He kept his expression as neutral as he could. Then, Ladybug hugged him; and he didn't bother hiding the shock. "Thank you," she whispered somehow more earnestly than before.  

"You're welcome," he murmured as she stepped back and let him go. He was aware of Chat's eyes fixed on them, but the black cat didn't say a word. Mari-Ladybug called for her Lucky Charm and threw it into the air. The Miraculous Cure washed over the city, Chat, and herself in turn. 

"I'll tend to the akumatized victim," Chat Noir said in the silence that had settled once the ladybugs had retreated. "You should take Luka home." He added to Ladybug. Ladybug nodded. 

"Right. Thanks, Chat." 

Like before, they traveled in silence. As they landed back onto the deck, Luka rubbed the back of his neck and readied to tell her that he knew. 

"Luka..." She interrupted. "I...know you aren't stupid...and we can eventually come back to this," the this was loaded, "but right now..." 

"Hey, I told you didn't I?" He stuffed his hands into his pockets. "I'll be here when you're ready." He reminded her with a slight smile. Her breath caught. Her own smile, trembling with both heartache and relief, pulled her lips. 

"Yeah." They shared a smile and she turned to leave. As she put her foot up on the edge of the boat, she turned back to him. "I meant it, you know," she reminded him. 'I do love you, Luka.' 

"I know," he reassured. 

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