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rubydubydoo122 · 19 days

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“Don’t.” He wrapped his arms around himself and didn’t dare look Batman in the eye. He couldn’t. If he did, he doesn’t know what would happen. “Don't. Please don’t say you’re sorry because I will forgive you immediately, even though I shouldn’t.”

Aka, I think that Gotham Wars sucks and that the writers should let Jason and Bruce be happy, but this makes for some great Angst :)

Ok Jason, calm down. You’re just going to get the antidote and leave. That’s it.

Jason drew in a deep breath. He couldn’t think about– him because if he thought about– that man, he would get angry, and if he got angry he would have another panic attack.

Because he was chemically altered to feel fear instead of anger.

And yeah, Tim said it was mind control, ( he actually said it was a “backup personality” at first, which caused another panic attack, so Tim just settled for mind control) but Ba— that man, had basically medically induced a panic attack. And they wouldn’t stop. Jason was having the worst month of his life. And that included the time he was dead. That included the time he spent with the League of Assassins. That included the time he was brought back to the place he literally died by Batman .

His hands started to shake, and he felt the blood drain out of every limb in his body, leaving his ears ringing.

In… two…three… four, hold… two… three… four, out… two…three…four.

Jason didn’t dare telling himself he was ok, because he wasn’t. Nothing about this was ok. The person he thought was his dad , did this to him.

No. Jason couldn’t think like that. Bruce had stopped being his dad a long time ago. From the moment that batarang slit his neck, Jason no longer had a dad.

The ringing in his ears had stopped, leaving the room filled with the rushing sound of blood. His fingers were cold even though he was covered in sweat.

Jason glanced at his phone. He had been determined to get to Tim’s without an assist. Except it probably wasn’t a good idea to drive. And Tim’s apartment was on the other side of Gotham. And Jason couldn’t walk, because it was Gotham, and he couldn’t fight.

Because of Batman .

His hands started to shake again, so he took a deep breath. Tim was still working on the antidote, so he wouldn’t bother him. Stephanie was in class, Duke was on patrol, Cass never really liked him, Damian’s too young to drive(and he would be really mean about the fact that Jason was having panic attacks) so that left…Dick.

And according to Tim, Dick was furious on Jason’s behalf.

Jason rested his chin on his knee, taking a breath as the line rang.

“Jason?” He could already hear the worry laced in his voice

“Hey.” Jason hated the way his voice wavered. “Um… I’m supposed to go to Tim’s, uh, today, but I dont… I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to drive there myself?” He took in a breath, “I was wondering if you could— I mean, if you’re not free I totally understand— I mean, this was dumb. I’m sorry for bothering you, I’ll—“

“Jason, shut up. I’ll be there in ten.”

Dick found Jason in his safehouse curled up against the couch staring at a spot on the coffee table. Dick was finally getting used to Jason being much bigger than him, but at that moment, he looked so small. Like the kid who would lurk in the corner while Dick and Bruce would get into screaming matches. Jason looked like he hadn’t slept or eaten for days.

Dick knocked on the doorframe, “Don’t think too hard. Your brain will break.”

Jason turned his head to face Dick. “I dunno, might be too late for that.” He looked tired- done . Even so, he tried to give Dick a smile. One that didn’t even reach his cheeks. One that looked so… broken.

He wonders if that’s what Jason looked like when he first came back. Between moments of fighting with all of the family, he was sitting alone in one of his safehouses curled up in the exact same position he was in now.

There were about a million things Dick wanted to ask Jason, all variations of " are you ok?” But the only thing that came out of his mouth was, “Are you ready to go?”

Jason just nodded and stood up, blinking a couple times, which definitely meant he hasn’t eaten in a while. He shoved his feet into a pair of crocs and followed Dick out.

The car trip was quiet and Dick wished it wasn’t. He just wanted his brother to make some sort of quip, or even yell at him. Except Jason couldn’t yell, because Bruce took that right away from Jason and replaced it with fear.

He gripped the steering wheel.

No, that wasn’t Bruce. It was his backup personality, or whatever the hell that meant.

Dick pulled into the drive through for O’Shaughnessy.

Jason pulled his head away from the window, “What are we doing here? I thought we were going to Tim’s.”

“We are, but I’m 90% sure he hasn’t eaten anything in the past 24 hours and I haven’t had lunch yet, so, yeah, burgers for all of us.”

He was actually doing it because Jason looked a lot thinner than the last time he’d seen him, so it was for him. Though the Tim thing could very much be true. He was probably burying himself in helping Jason, so he would have to think about what happened.

Dick ordered three burgers, one without onions for himself, one without mayo for Tim, and one with extra pickles for Jason. And two Zesty Colas for him and Tim and a Strawberry Milkshake for Jason.

Dick parked in the parking lot so he could pass Jason’s food over to him, “eat.”

Jason put the burger back in the bag, before returning to stare out the window. “I’m not really hungry, Dick.”

It was honestly scaring Dick how withdrawn Jason was being. “You look like you haven’t eaten properly in weeks” he took the burger back out and threw it at him, “If you don’t start eating that, we’re not leaving the parking lot.”

They had a mini stare off before Jason begrudgingly started to unwrap his food.

So Dick started the car up again.

It’s not like Jason was actively trying to not eat. Stress cooking and stress baking was one of Jason’s more healthy coping mechanisms. It had always made him feel like his mom was holding his hand while they mixed a bowl of batter together. It made him feel like Alfred was right next to him in the kitchen. Especially since he died. So Jason tried to make something as soon as he got to his safe house. Except he didn’t realize he would be taking his anger out on the cookie dough. He didn’t realize he would have a panic attack and drop the entire bowl. And it happened again when he tried to crack an egg for breakfast. And again when he was chopping a carrot for a fucking snack. It just became a chore to figure out what he could make without giving his heart a reason to explode. And constantly regulating your thoughts so that they don’t cause you to feel like you’re going to die has been such a top priority that food has been on the bottom.

But the burger was nice. It was the closest thing he’d had to a home cooked meal since—

No.

No. That memory gets to be locked down deep down because he can’t remember the good times with him, not when Jason won’t ever have a moment like that with him again because the kid that Batman bought a burger for was dead.

The bite that had been in his mouth had turned to ash. His heart started to pound in his ears and the half finished burger in his hands started to shake, as the knots in his stomach squeeze bile out into his mouth.

“Dick, pull over.”

“What?”

A bag, he needs a bag. Jason dumped the contents of the fast food bag out into the middle compartment and puked into it.

Jason thought, from the moment he walked into the manor, that he was safe. That no one inside the walls of that house could hurt him, like his dad had. That no one would leave him like his mom had. He thought he’d finally been worthy of being loved. Bruce had held the promise of being safe. He was Batman for crying out loud, he could protect anyone. He was a hero. Jason had thought Bruce had loved him, and maybe he did. Maybe Bruce just loved the Jason that was 15. The one that died. The one that’s dead. Dead, dead, dead. The one that was bloody and burned, and so goddamned trusting and always looking for the best in people and hoping that maybe if he put enough love back out into the world, it would maybe, just maybe give him some back.

“Jason, breathe with me.” There was a light thumping under his hand, as it slowly rose and fell.

He tried to take a deep breath as his hand rose, but his breath hitched.

“I can’t.”

After really bad nightmares, Jason used to wake up in panicked cries. He still does. And every time he still expects Bruce to come rushing into his bedroom and hold him until he stops. But he never comes. Bruce is never there when Jason needs him anymore. He can no longer protect him, because he’s the one hurting him. And he just keeps going back to him and getting hurt again and again and again.

“Yes you can, Little Wing. You’re one of the strongest people I know. You can handle a little breathing.”

Jason took a deep shaky breath as his hand rose again, shuttering a breath out as it fell.

And again. And again, until his breath stopped shuttering on its way out.

The car had been pulled over, and Dick was currently squatted outside of the open passenger seat, with Jason’s hand against his chest.

He crossed his arms over the dashboard and buried his face in them “This isn’t…fair.”

“This isn’t right .” The firmness and anger in Dicks voice made Jason peer over at him.

“Dick…”

“No. You’re currently incapable of getting angry, so I’ll do it for you. This is so fucked up . All of this! The fact that Br-“

“Don’t.” Jason cut him off. If he has to listen to a rant about… him, he’s not going to make it to Tim’s before his heart implodes with anxiety. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I don’t want to even think about him right now.” His eyes started to burn so he turned his face back into his arms. “I just want all this to be over.”

Dick nodded. “Yeah. Ok.”

It took them five minutes to get to Tim’s apartment. They didn’t let themselves in through the window like they usually would because Dick was not sure Jason could scale the fire escape without passing out, and that would not be good. At all.

Tim opened the door for them and immediately rolled back in without even sparing them a glance, “I’m almost done. Just give me, like, ten minutes.”

Jason, however, was fixated on the fact that Tim was missing a leg. “Where the—“

“Ten minutes, Jason.” Tim rolled around a pile of chip bags and a pizza box to get to his desk.

Jason picked up the pile and put it in the trash. And then looked at the state of… everything. It was a mess. Usually the mess was more controlled, like in the kitchen it would just be on the countertops, the living room would only have shit on the coffee table, but Tim’s apartment just looked like a tornado passed through.

Dick stopped Tim from getting to his desk though, and placed the food in his hands, “Take a break and eat, Tim.”

“Ten minutes.”

Jason maybe accidentally found himself putting things away for Tim. Stress cleaning was a thing he’d picked up from Alfred, and his safe house had been spotless since before he was gifted with chronic anxiety.

It also wasn’t the first time he’d stress cleaned Tim’s apartment, so it wasn’t that out of character.

Though it was slower because Jason found that if he went too fast a burst of stars flooded his vision.

Tim tried to maneuver around Dick but failed, “Come on, you’re not making Jason eat. And he’s two steps from passing out!”

Jason crouched down to pick up some papers that were littered across the floor “I am not.” He stood back up, and realized the edges of his vision was darkening. “And I… ate in the… the, um, car.”

“He threw it up.” Dick moved to guide Jason to the couch, “Sit down, and stop cleaning. Tim, take a break and eat.” Dick made his way to the kitchen.

“I have to finish this.”

“Timbo, I think I can handle waiting while you eat.”

“No, you don’t understand—“

“Nope. I don’t want none of that from you.” Jason pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his head on them. “ You mean more to me than your brain. Or your skills. We’re the outcasts in a family of outcasts. We have an understanding of each other. A solidarity. And you’re making me say some really sappy shit. Which is rude, and I wouldn’t’ve had to say if you just ate the damn burger.”

Tim’s mouth hung open for a second, and then closed. And then He went to unwrap his burger, mumbling something about older bothers making him do everything .

“Ow!” A pack of saltines hit Jason in the head. He took a deep breath to calm the sudden lurch of his stomach. “ Dick .”

“Don’t call me names when I’m being nice to you! I’m making you tea.” There was a clattering in the kitchen, “Is this good?” Dick came into view holding a box of ‘Numi Organic Tea: aged Earl grey’ it had always been Alfred’s favorite, and it held a lot of nostalgia for Jason. Sunday afternoons sitting on the kitchen countertop with Alfred drinking tea and just talking.

“Yeah, but don’t steep it. You always make it taste like water that has cardboard soaking in it.”

There was a slight snort that came from Tim.

“Eat your crackers.”Dick brought a mug filled with hot water and the box of teabags to Jason, “you’re going to regret this slander in the future.”

“It can’t be slander if it’s the truth.” Jason grabbed a bag and settled it into the water.

Though the three of them ate in silence. Too much had happened in the past month. Too much of their lives had shattered beneath them, and they were trying to put the pieces back together. Well, it was more like they were just staring at the mess in front of them trying to figure out where to start.

Tim finished first and immediately went back to working. Then once Dick was done he went searching around the apartment for equipment to administer the antidote. And with them working together, it took five minutes for the antidote to be ready. And then after Jason was given the antidote, he would ask Tim what happened to his leg. Because Jason was 80% sure that Tim wasn’t telling him the story because of his chronic anxiety.

If Tim didn’t want to tell him, that was also fine. It did take months for him to tell them that he was missing a spleen.

“After we give you the antidote, I might ask you some things to get you angry. See if it’s working. Ya know.” Tim passed the tourniquet and syringe to Dick, as Dick disinfected his arm.

Jason hadn’t flinched away from a needle in years. Not since Alfred and Leslie had perfected their methods to make Jason comfortable around needles, and he could handle being hooked up to an IV in the batcave.

Though maybe it was the adrenaline and fear that had been coursing through his body for the past month that caused him to recoil when Dick brought the needle close.

Or it was probably the fact that Batman was staring at them through the window.

Dick grabbed his hand. Jason felt a small pinch on his inner arm along with the cold feeling shooting up his arm. Except it didn’t stop his heart from racing. Why wasn’t the antidote working.

He brought his shaking hands to his lap and waited for the blood rush.

“Jason, what’s wrong?”

Batman was here

“He doesn’t like needles.” It was the gruff sound of the voice that kept him up at night. The voice of the person who had refused to kill the person who’d killed him. The voice of the person who had brought him back to the place he died to relive his last moments. The voice that had told him he loved him, yet had drugged him moments earlier.

Despite the panic, Jason didn’t miss the way Tim immediately rolled his chair around. Jason didn’t miss the way Dick moved in front of both of them.

Jason closed his eyes. He’s not here, He’s not here, he can’t be here. He won’t be here because he doesn’t care . He never cared.

“Bruce, you need to leave.” Dicks voice was dangerously low. A firey rage behind his eyes that was obviously being held back for the sake of his brothers.

“Jason, I just wanted to say—“

“Jason–”

He glanced up, and his stomach lurched when all he met was white-out lenses. “Take off the cowl, Batman. I deserve to speak to Bruce.”

Batman turned around, and for a moment, Jason thought he was going to leave. Just like he had that night with the Joker. Moments before a batarang was embedded in his neck.

But Batman closed the blinds, pulled his cowl back, and turned back to Jason. He searched his face trying to figure out why Bruce was here. Was this another ambush? Was he trying to stop Tim from giving Jason the antidote? Was he going to inject Jason with the weird fear toxin again? Or was Bruce actually here to apologize.

“I don’t know where I stand with you anymore.” He stared at a stray pen that was on the floor, “I don’t know if you see me as an ally, or a threat, or a villain.” Jason felt his heart creep up into his throat as he debated saying the next part, “I used to think that you saw me as your son.” He looked at Bruce, “But that was a contingency plan. I’m not Superman, or Martian Man-Hunter, or the Flash. So why did you have one for me ? Do you have one for all of us? Do you have one for Dick, who’s been by your side practically since day one? Do you have one for Tim, who’s always been right there to make sure you’re on the right path? If they were just plans to help you sleep better at night, then that’s fine, Bruce. I’m fine with that. But you actually used it on me. I haven’t been able to do basic tasks in the past month without dropping whatever was in my hands because they were shaking so much. Without feeling like my heart’s about to explode.”

“Jason, if I had been in control, I would’ve never done any of it. Zur—“

“Is still you. Is Batman without Bruce. Is your subconscious. So that means deep down, you’ve never trusted me. That means, deep down, I’ll never be enough for you.

“I can’t… I can’t keep going around this merry go round with you, Bruce. Where you start to trust me, and I think maybe things can get better between us, but then we start fighting again.”

“Jay, lad, Things can get better between us.” Bruce took a step forward, and Jason flinched back into the sofa, as his vision blurred slightly, “Please. Please don’t say that. They can’t . And you know they can’t. Because you don’t understand what your actions mean to me.

“When you brought me back to Ethiopia, when Damian died, asking me to relive the worst day of my life to figure how to bring him back, knowing you didn’t do that for me, it made me feel like I was never worth the effort. It made me feel like I was just a kid you put a roof over. It reminded me that I was never your son. Not really.

“And back when I first came back to Gotham, and I was asking you to kill the Joker, I knew that your stupid moral code would never actually do it, but you didn’t have to throw a batarang at my neck. You could’ve made some effort to let me know you were glad to see me alive.

“ I wasn’t asking for revenge. I was just… I was scared. All my actions that night were because I was scared and I thought— I thought that my dad, who was the protector of the whole world, would save me from the monster that still haunts me to this day,” He wiped his face, “All I wanted was my dad.” He took a shuddering breath in, “And it really hurts, when the only time I’ve heard you say ‘I love you’ since I’ve come back, maybe since ever, was after you chemically changed me to have chronic anxiety whenever I’m angry, but I guess that’s what I get when I’m only ever angry when I’m scared.”

Jason looked up at the ceiling fan and then back to Bruce, “If you call me I’ll come. If you need me I’ll be there. But it doesn’t stop it from hurting. It doesn’t stop me from feeling like an idiot every time we go around and around and around. It doesn't stop me from hating myself for falling for our ‘phases of better’ over and over and over again. But it gives me hope every time that one day we can go back to what we were before I died.” He looked down at his hands, “If you had done this to anyone else, someone who didn’t deserve it, I would’ve never forgiven you. But I already have.”

“Jason…” too many emotions flashed across Bruce’s face for Jason to read.

“Bruce, I forgive you. Isn’t that what you came here for?”

Bruce’s eyes were more gray than blue. They were glassy, like he had tears welled up in them. But that couldn’t be possible, he was Batman. Yet he still blinked rapidly, like he was trying to get something out, “I am so sorry I have hurt you so many times.”

Jason looked at the floor.

Tim looked at Jason.

Dick looked at Bruce.

And Bruce put his cowl up and left.

#jason todd #batman #batfam #dc comics #red hood #dick grayson #tim drake #bruce wayne

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seleniancalamity · 7 months

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what's that, another AF post? featuring all of the designs i.. for some reason never posted! read below the cut for more info and yes im aware some of these poses are garbage these are once again in my old style i drew these like weeks ago :sob: also the text below is Stupidly long so bear with me

bet you're wondering "gee, steven, where's cyalm/celesteal and voixer?" Welllllllll there's a bit of a problem with those designs and it's called "i might of taken a bit too much inspiration from a different artist's designs and i dont remember said artist's username" and so i'd feel REALLY bad for posting them (which is sad because voixer is my favorite design of literally all the ones i drew)

anyways, some design notes

arrolin was an actual fucking pain to design. red/green is such a difficult color combo to work with. i originally tried adding yellow but a challenge i wanted to do for this artwork is stick as close to the original palettes as much as possible

mino and morward are meant to reflect on each other since morward is meant to just look like mino but Advanced since.. here they're both robots

solgon and naen are married you can't convince me otherwise thats why i gave them rings

(yes i know naen is doing the "you know i had to do it to em" pose)

signol is a deliberate design disaster. i love them. (i also made them genderfluid because i said so)

i made shallare look like the most Guy of All Time with intent he's meant to look like if a normal ass guy was a point

i've already uploaded stratosfear in a different post so i'll probably post my own design for the first star savior later since i dont have any actual art for them besides a low effort sketch

pasless looks like a farmer i'm gonna be real i had no idea how else to incorporate Woah he's the guy that represents The Past (tm) other than make him look like a farmer

yawgate is meant to straight up deadass have a portal in his torso like i just thought it was a sick idea so i did that no i didnt think of the consequences

please ignore compale's shoes. they're meant to have snow shoe spikes but i cannot draw perspective for shit

ploque is best described as having designed to look like he'd work at home depot

ixol is meant to look like they made hawaii part II miracle musical into a personality trait

anshine is just an angel bro idk what else to say about him i made him very angelic looking to contrast stratosfear looking demon-y

ulipse was very fun to draw idk why also i have no idea where i got the inspiration for her design other than just "damn what if i made her more fem presenting because all of the other points are very neutral or masc barring signol"

and finally, staraza! my design for the second star savior! they have no personality atm i just think they're neat i gave them three colors and made them a point because... Well funny story i was on actual AF2 restored and someone said something along the lines of "point star savior ocs are bad" and i was like, internally. "fuck you" and decided to do it out of spite

I'll post a celesteal/cyalm/voixer design eventually but idk if it'll be the one i use personally

Also how the fuck do i tag any of this im just not gonna tag all of the characters i cant be bothered im sorry

#adventure forward #adventure forward 2 #adventure forward 2 points of conflict

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nwarrior777 · 7 months

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another life blogging thoughts. it starts with me thinking about changing my username, but its much more than that. pls sorry if i write smth not clearly i really not in perfect mind condition

tw: life crisis, identity crisis, sad thoughts, stream of thoughts

advice ONLY if you have something really similar. support commentary is encouraged but only if they are specific (like "giving you some cookies!!! or giving you yellow blanket!! or "sending you a frog meme" etc etc)

iiii think i maybe want to change my username. is this a fckin middle crisis they were talking about.

like. nwarrior was ment that i am fighting against stereotypes against shitty normis Norms, homophobia, transphobia, fatphobia etc etc and shit and etc, to society, to myself. and like my fight is my art. buuut

last time i think more about that. i dont want it to be fight. like. i don't want it to prove something to these fuckers who do this awful evil things to us. why would i care about them? they will not stop doing their shit because i drew bodypositive art. but. then i draw representative art my followers will feel happy (i mean, i read comments so i can assume you do).

so i don't want to make a point of my representative art on fighting. it's not about showing evil guys that they are (shock!) evil, i want focus of my work to be on. spreading warm and positive and giving positive emotions. i mean, it doesn't change anything in my content itself, but more. of my attitude to it? i just always thought about it as my little contribution in an endless fight for our rights? but like.

as i said long ago, we, oppressed people, are always were are and will be the winners because we have the most great power of life itself - love. and oppressors can't steal it and it's so, so powerful. stealing is their trademark, but Love. you can't steal Love and make it into something bad. it's Love. they can lie, try to fake it, try to buy it. yk it's so funny, i just realize. they think they can do everything but they can't do the only thing in life that really matters (and no, i am not excluding aroace people from narrative here, Love is like. is something more here than sex or dating, try to understand me pls.)

so yeah i... i am sitting here and thinking that it's something more than a fight. it's a strange fight if we already have a winner but looser don't know about it and think that he is on the top and treats a winner like shit and a winner constantly need to prove that little fucker that prize is in their hands and looser think that prize is something different.

and so, yeah, i know that it is in fact a fight and we are fighting for our rights. but i am so tired of fighting. i recently figured out that i need to fight myself a g a i n because i thought i was much better at being good person, but no. i mean i have some progress but turned out i am so so so not enough and i am crying and have that thing in trout first time since idk then. and i thought, omg, do i have to fight myself again, like, feeling literally like i stubbing my heart (for people just thinking "lol that heart bit that edgy lol" - yeah, edgy, can i be """edgy"""" in my mental breakdown middle life crisis fckin letter feelings which i type without script, okay thanks!)

and i thought like.... maybe i can make something more

my trademark was a sword, like, warrior.... but now i am thinking more about... something warm. a cup of tea, spreading through your body, flower, fire. something like this? it would be nice like.... and it's really more helpfull to use to urself symbols of cup of tea and flowers and warmth then a sword. it's so much more calming and comforting.... yeah... i think i will think about it

my sword is like a toothpick to that evil voide around. my sword against that void in me - it's big damage. but. if i will give someone, including me, a nice warm cup of chamomile tea... the world will really become better.

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tommypatters · 8 months

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Ok so this is literally my first time writing anything other than an essay but honestly its criminal that theres not a single dion x male reader fic so i am being the change i want to see in my world ;3

So uh not sure how i do this well uhm tags!

Terence bashing(i love him dont @ me its just the best plot i could think)

slightly possessive reader

bad plot ;3

“ Hunh! Hah! Hyah! “ Grunts and the cold clash of steel resounded within the training grounds of the palace in Oriflamme, two figures locked combat with one of them being driven back relegated to only dodging and parrying in obvious disadvantage, one figure belonged to Terence a dashing man with a gaze of steel and also the second in command of the imperial dragoons and the other being the crown prince of Accordo, [Y/N] Claustra and also the Dominant of water, host of Leviathan and occasionally referred to as the Hydrean

“Come now is this truly all that the mighty vice commander has to offer!?” All that Dion’s little lover has to offer!? As you jumped thrusting your trident towards Terence making the vice commander dodge rolling into the ground in order to evade your furious attack, the ground quaked as you landed your trident in the ground, your hands tightened around the trident in anger as you looked up to your opponent

This wasn’t the first spar you’ve had with the vice commander, in truth you didn’t do this for fun or out of a wish to improve but out of jealousy, ever since you had arrived in Oriflamme you had heard the rumors about the Prince’s “Trusted aide” how’d they would be alone for long periods of time, how he favored, even just thinking about it was enough to make leviathan peak his head in your form, so when you finally met this man the first thing you asked him was to spar you didn’t even know why you did it, perhaps you wanted humiliate him or maybe you just wanted to feel superior to him make Dion notice how much stronger you were not that you’d think the prince was shallow enough to give his affection based solely on physical strength

the truth is you were smitten with him ever since you were boys something always drew you to him whether it was his handsome features or his chivalrous personality that matched those of knights in story books, you were always together exploring the castle, sparring, or out on misadventures in the capital but unfortunately for as much as you would’ve liked to stay a carefree boy you had duties and responsibilities back in Altissia the capital of your kingdom and so the length of time you could stay in the imperial capital in your diplomatic missions slowly shortened and after you both turned 18 you only saw and spoke to Dion a couple of times with the rest being only some letters the two of you exchanged, you never dared to express your feelings to him romantic relationships between two men were not exactly commonplace or looked upon favorably so you bottled your feelings fearful of what his reaction would be

But after you heard the rumors that the prince and Terence the man whom to this moment you had ever only considered as a part of the background as just another soldier with perhaps some special favor as the prince’s friend was actually the prince’s lover well everything came crashing down on you now full of jealousy and fury you gripped your trident as you looked up to the man that had taken your beloved

Terence readied himself defensively positioning his lance, the vice commander was one of great valor and might but even a man of his skill and prowess would be little match against the might of a dominant, you approached him lifting your trident when suddenly a voice ranged out

“Halt!” Both you and Terence looked to the side “Your grace!” the vice commander exclaimed, dropping his weapon and kneeling “Dion” you stated flatly not wanting your voice to betray the vortex of emotions you were feeling just a moment ago, putting your trident to side, you looked at the imperial prince “Prince [Y/N] forgive my intrusion but there’s an important matter of state we haven’t have had the chance to discuss”

“Very well, Vice commander it seems like we’ll have to cut our match short” You looked at the vice commander with disdain “Yes your grace” He replied bowing to you, in some way deep down you felt guilty about your actions you realized he knew almost nothing of you aside from what was publicly known and he was probably confused as to what he did to incur the Hydrean’s wrath or perhaps he just thought you a brute that had no qualms of using his power or abusing his lessers

“Lead the way, your grace,” you said following Dion, the both of you walked in silence along the marble halls of white wyrm castle until you reached a door you recognized to lead to the castle gardens, he opened the doors walking in directly to a table that had a pitcher and two goblets, you saw him pick up the pitcher and serve wine in both of them “Well I have to wonder what sort of “matters of state” would be discussed here, beautiful as it is” Dion walked towards you and raised a cup offering you to take it “In truth there are no “matters of state” to discuss,” he looked at you, you took the cup from his hand “ Forgive me I simply wanted to have a moment with you… Its been a couple of years since we last saw each other, It feels as though we are strangers,” he said in a soft tone

“Come on Dion “Forgive me”? Really? Well I’ll have to agree we are like strangers but only because you treat me as one, I for one remember the mischievous boy who would have us brave the streets of Oriflamme in order to see the performance of a famous bard” you said looking at him with a slight a smile, he chuckled softly “Forgiv-“ you looked at him raising your eyebrows in friendly annoyance, he looked down slightly ashamed smiling at his own over-politeness, you chuckled at him long you tried to bottle up your feelings but now you just couldn’t help but to notice how handsome he was

The two of you would continue to walk around the gardens catching up on the happenings of both your lives, eventually the sun started to set and the both of you were sitting in a clear patch of grass little ways off the path of the gardens, drinking and laughing “Hah says you! do I need to remind you it was whose idea was to sneak out to watch that bard or the time you had us hide in the kitchen to wait for the servants to go because you wanted more cake?” you said smiling taking a sip from your wine “ Well at least I didn’t almost drown myself in a river trying to win a bet!” he jokingly pointed an accusing finger at you “I GENUINELY THOUGHT I COULD BREATHE UNDERWATER!” you exclaimed laughing “Terence had to drag you out and bring you back to land!”

and there it was all the happiness you felt extinguished in an instant, you looked down to your cup your smile fading “ Speaking of which care to tell me what poor Terence has done to incur your wrath? Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you “spar” with him” he said still smiling not yet noticing your sudden change, for a split second you felt the worst you’ve ever felt you desperately wanted to bite down your tongue and not say anything but in that split second you lost all control of your emotions and softly blurted out

“He took you away from me” Dion didn’t seem to understand what you meant as he chuckled “it’s true Terence is a dear friend but that doesn’t mean you’re any less dear to me” you looked at the prince wind blowing on his blonde hair, his brown amber eyes looking back, you stopped caring, jealousy had consumed you ever since you stepped back in Oriflamme every night you would think what you could’ve done different what you should’ve done, you stopped caring and dragged your hand up to the prince’s cheek your hand felt as weighty as your trident the world felt like it had slowed down and so you repeated

“He took you away from me” Dion stared at you eyes wide mouth slightly open “Y-YN, I never….” It seemed like he couldn’t finish what he wanted to say, he looked down, and you withdrew your hand “ Forgive me Dion I don’t know what this means to you but whatever it does I swear to you I’ll respect it… Please…. Don’t be afraid to shun me” you said softly “ I know I’m not the most responsible or mature but I promise you I will hold no grudge and both our realms shall continue their relations as usual” you said fully prepared to bear whatever words of disappointment or rejection he would have for you, he looked up at you and you saw his teary eyes

“shun you…?” he put his hand on top of yours “ [Y/N] I’ve long desired to hear you speak words of affection to me…. to feel your arms around me….” he said softly, you didn’t know what this meant and it seemed like he wanted to continue talking but this was enough for you, you put your hand on his cheek and closed the distance between the two of you, you felt his soft lips touch yours, he didn’t back down he kissed you back and you continue kissing until he was laying down on the grass, he put his arms around your neck and you continued kissing for what felt like centuries you couldn’t get enough of the feeling of his soft lips, of the feeling of his hair between your fingers, until you finally withdrew from him he looked up at you with those beautiful piercing eyes of his you could only softly mutter “I love you”

it took me like 5 hours to write this and halfway i redid it cuz it was all gonna lead up to smut and then i realize i suck at writing smut BUT I WANNA DO IT SO BAD CUZC BDHUSGB DHSUBG DION BBY PLS also terence is bae i love him i swear ill write a terence x dion to atone for this monstrosity

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dexteritywins · 9 months

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untitled || todoroki fluff

a/n : uh so i know almost everyone love character x reader or character x character so dont get mad when you find out its x oc. her quirk is called cosmic energy heres the desc i came up with

- allows user to take and store forms of energy such as light, sound and heat from their surroundings which is than stored in their hair. it can be released to used a weapon or to propel themselves. as long as they dont have too much taken energy in me my hair goes back to normal. and the user can also put stuff in their hair and it works like lions mane (steven universe)

content warning : cussing, it sucks at the beg and gets a little better, you might get secondhand embarrassment, i used ‘i’ super often, oc is aizawas (adopted) daughter like every mha oc

timeline : its like right after they move into dorms like barely a week

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“hey todoroki can i do something with you real quick?” i walk up to him as soon as i walk into homeroom. he looks up at me. “do what?” i had already set my bag down at my desk, now im pulling out my phone so i can show him an example.

“its trend from like a long time ago, this video is from 2023 i believe. but i just feel like it be cool.” i show him the video and its a tiktok of the ‘you drew stars around my scars’.

“and im not forcing you or anything i just thought itd be cute or something.” i say putting my hand on the back of head. “sure.”

‘ah! what did i hear him right?’

“wait what?” being a bit shocked he said yes so quickly. i just have to double check, maybe even triple.

“i mean sure, do you have a pen or marker?”

“uhm yea i do,” i put my hand in my hair, my hair lighting up around where my arm is, looking for a pen, “got it!” its just a basic bic pen so its easy to wash off.

making sure one more time, “wait are serious fine with me like touching your scar and just your face in general?” triple check it is.

he gets out of his chair, “yes i am fine with it.” then he sits on the floor, waiting for me to follow suit.

‘oh i didnt think of sitting on the floor, i was just gonna pull up another chair but that works!’

i quickly sit in front of him, by now midoriya, denki, sero, yao-momo, and bakugo have shown up, not paying any attention to us. but tsu and uraraka are paying attention.

“can you like hold you hair up like this?” i lift my bangs on the left side of my face, todoroki just nods and does it, “thank you!”

“mhm”

i lift my hand to his face, barely cupping his cheek, guessing his face is so warm from his quirk. since the cap was already taken off my pen so i raised it up to his face and start drawing stars.

barely had drawn 5 stars, “woah are you guys kissing!?” denki practically yells, catching everyones attentions. they all practically run over to us.

everyone who is standing - everyone here by now, except bakugo - had gotten over here. “no we are not kissing, shes drawing stars on my face.” todoroki speaks as i continue my progress, my face getting a little red.

“it was a trend in the 2020s, of an american song by taylor swift.” i explain a little, not focusing on if im right and instead concentrating on drawing, im not about to let myself mess up.

most of the girls just kinda watched as i continued and everyone went back to their conversations. at some point a got a little to close to his eye and in turn he shut them. “sorry”

“youre fine. it just feels weird like i wanna laugh.” but instead, pulling the pen away for a moment, i laughed, “so it tickles?”

“i guess so.”

by the time i had finished i had drawn over 30 stars all over his scar. “ahh stop this literally looks so cute! can i take a picture to show you what it looks like?” todoroki just nods.

picking my phone up from beside me and take a considerably good picture, “looks good right?” i turn my phone to him. now i think he looks even better than usual but i dont have to say that.

he just stares at it for a minute and then slightly smiles, “yeah i guess it does.” i can practically hear all the girl melt at that. i take one more picture with him smiling, definitely favoriting that later.

“well if you wanna wash it off you can, you just have to use soap.” he doesnt even think about as he shakes his head.

“ill just wash it off in the shower.” at that, i thought i was gonna die. like hes gonna keep it on all day, i mean i would too but…

the tell tale sign of homeroom offically starting can be heard, the door to the room opening. in walks aizawa with midnight and present mic. we all rush to our seats. iida forgot to tell us homeroom was starting.

“today we are-“ aizawa sensei pauses as he looks up, “todoroki what is on your face?”

“stars, am i not allowed to have drawing on my face? i can go wash it off.” he moves to get up before our teacher starts again.

“no no youre fine i was just wondering why.”

“oh because satomi-san had an idea.” then i can immediately tell present mic is trying not to laugh as aizawa quickly sends me a look, like hes mad.

i cover my face out of embarrassment, ‘oh, cant wait to go home.’ i cross my fingers hoping he doesnt chew me out once we go home.

“mhm. continuing…”

- lunch time -

iida had seem to forget about this morning. just all of our morning classes.“todoroki-kun what are those stars on your face?”

me personally, i am dumbfounded, “were you not here this morning, in homeroom?” i quickly say before todoroki has a chance of answering. i apologize for cutting him off before the pro heros son could even start.

“what do you mean?” uraraka physically facepalms, then midoriya follows suit. “i was present in homeroom, i was the first one there.”

“todoroki-kun literally explained it at the very start of homeroom.” uraraka then explains in place of todoroki having food in his mouth.

once midoriya finished chewing his food he piped up, “can i see the video. i was gonna ask this morning but you were busy drawing.” i nod pull my phone out of my hair and show him and uraraka the video.

“oh so its like supposed to make people more comfortable or confident with their scars.” putting my phone back in my hair, i nod. “i also just thought it would make todoroki look even cuter.”

urarakas jaw drops, all eyes on me. then i slowly process what i just said. i can feel my whole face heating up, “i mean everyone knows todorokis’ attractive so its not like calling him cute is weird.” im just digging the hole deeper, someone needs to cover it now.

“ok let me try that again, i just mean that like i believe, at least, every girl in our class thinks he’s attractive. right ochaco-chan?” i pray that shes the same wavelength as me. she nods, thank god.

“and so just…” i dont even know what im saying at this point. raising my hands up to my face i say, “nevermind just take that how you want to.” beside me i hear hagakure giggle.

“someones blushing~” she teases. turning to her i give her the dirtiest looks i can muster right now, but since shes, yanno invisible, it goes straight to bakugo. “what was that for loser? hah?”

i finished my food a while ago, taken my dishes back to the counter so in front of me theres a clear space. i just lean forward, letting my head practically slam on the table.

“are you okay?!” uraraka paniced voice says. i just hold a thumbs up, then reach in my hair, once again, for some gum.

i make the wrapper into a heart and give it to - after playing a quick and unlucky round of enie menie miny moe - todoroki. i just know my whole face and neck is red, confidence is key here. i sit up and before i say anything, “are you sure youre okay? thats a big mark on your forehead?” todoroki points out, across from me.

“yup, mhm totally fine, excuse me.” i get up and as i do, bakugo looks up, immediately starts laughing his ass off. i flip him off and walk to the bathroom.

-bathroom -

‘literally what was that. now hes gonna think i have a crush on him and i definitely dont. at least i think, maybe, i dont know. why wont this go away?!’ im trying to get the red mark on my face to go away but it just wont.

the bathroom door opens, making this even better, in walks mina. “girl what are doing?” i turn around and show her the mark. “it wont go away. and then i called todoroki cute and attractive to his face.” i cover my face with my hands again.

she wants over to me, put her hands on my shoulders, “youre joking.”

“im really not. so series of events real quick. im at the table, iida asks what the stars on todorokis face are, i show midoriya the video i got the idea from, he point out the purpose and then i say that i thought it would make him looks cuter too, as hes sitting right in front of me, i try to give hagakure a look and end up doing to bakugo, then i slam my head on the table, made a gum wrapper heart and ended up having to give it todoroki.” i take a really deep breath.

“damn girl,” mina quickly glances at my forehead, “well the mark is gone.” i lift my hand to feel it and yeah its gone.

“thank god, now i have to go back cause then midoriyas ass is gonna get worried.” the pinkette just laughs, “have fun!”

before i walk out i remember something. “youre joking…”

“what?”

“me and todoroki are paired up today for training, im gonna start bawling my eyes out.”

- lunch room -

“its gone” i say getting back into my seat. “the marks gone.”

- end of the day, dorms -

sitting on the floor playing mario kart with kirishima, mina, and sero, im starting to get mad. “i swear to god! stop throwing green shells at me fuck faces!” another one hits me, yell just out of anger.

“what the fuck! why am i the only one getting fucked this is some bullshit, 12th place cause of you absolute losers!” they all laugh and i can hear denki laughing behind me.

“no because all of you always target me, i swear to fuck! you all decide, yeah let just fuck satomi over all game! here you play!” i turn and shove the controller at the blonde behind me.

staying in my spot, denki sits next to me, playing as my character. “you get one race, i need to calm down.”

“uh-huh, works for me.”

i get up to, i dont even know. going to the kitchen, i might look for some snacks, and just stand their, staring at the fridge hoping something shows up. “you shouldnt leave that open, it wastes electricity.”

“u.a. is rich i think theyll be fine man.” i close the door and turn towards the voice i didnt really process, its midoriya. “hey. do you have snacks?”

“huh?”

“do. you. have. snacks. i want some.” i lean my back against the counter, thinking of people who have snacks. well their all down here so cant get any from them. “no i dont think i do, at least any you would like.”

“do you have chips like just original any brand?” midoriya shakes his head. sighing i go back to the living room, “hand it over kaminari.” he pouts before giving my controller back.

soon enough - not even one race later - im raging again. “every single fucking time, im the only one getting fucked, over and over! kirishima stop! agh! WHAT THE HELL YOU ARE SUCH BITCHES!”

from all my yelling we’ve amasses a crowd, consisting of midoriya, denki, bakugo, jiro, tsu, tokoyami, and yao-momo. and at this point im standing.

“YOU MOTHER FUCKERS I SWEAR TO GOD! GO FUCK SOMEONE ELSE OVER! MINA YOU BITCH THE HELL!? AGHH YOU ALL FUCKING SUCK, YOU WAIT FOR ME TO GET IN 2ND OR 1ST THEN ALL FUCK ME! I HATE ALL OF YOU!”

i had noticed some of my classmates watching but who i hadnt noticed was todoroki coming down here. “eijiro kirishima you best keep one eye open tonight, same with you sero. im gonna fuckin get ya i swear.”

“how long has this been going on?”

“about 20 probably 30 minutes.”

the race had finally finished and overall i came 9th while in order kirishima, sero and mina in 1st, 2nd and 3rd. a noise of just pure anger comes from me as a throw my controller at the ground.

except i dont here it hit the ground and its weirdly cold now. i look down to see ice, it caught the controller from slamming on the ground and breaking. ‘youre fucking joking me right now’ i just stare straight ahead, not really hearing anything, tune all their laughing and talking out. im about to start crying if i dont calm down right now.

trying to do my breathing, i can feel it getting a little hot then going back to regular temperature. i pull my hands to my face, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. “im done, denki you play or something.” i walk of to the elevator but i can hear footsteps behind me. ‘open faster dammit, ok, walk instead, yup lets go.’ quickly putting on my slides near the door, i walk out and just go on a walk.

so theres this thing i do that if i get too mad i start crying, i know “youre a hero in training, you need to get that under control” but it just happens. by the time i get back to the dorms only the girls are left downstairs so i just go straight to my room. instead of being able to enter my room, todoroki is blocking my door.

#it was 4am when i wrote this #todoroki shoto #my hero academia #shoto fluff #character x oc #mha oc #i havent written in so long #like a year #so have fun reading this #izuku midoriya #bakugo katsuki #iida tenya #ochako uraraka #denki kaminari #mina ashido #sero hanta #kirishima eijirou #tooru hagakure #angry crying

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dausy · 4 months

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Well I've been daily updating twitter ofcourse. I kind of at the last moment decided I was going to do a daily doodle thing. I did this years ago, where I drew something every day for a year. I'm not doing a full illustration this time just really simple, essentially a couple lines and thats it. Just to help the creative juices flowing. I probably wont stick it out for an entire year but I keep getting myself backed up into an artistic corner and I want to back back out of it and find a new corner. Instead while I've been doing that, I've also been using it as an excuse to update the status of my current ailment.

so essentially, I had already self-diagnosed myself with the flu but I did go ahead and made an urgent care appointment on Saturday (?). I will say that I normally get a flu shot, every year, I did not get one this year. Next year I will definitely be getting one. I definitely got this from my coworkers and theres was like 3x milder than mine. My immune system was not prepared.

I did not want to physically go to urgent care because I didn't feel safe driving. I was super short of breath and I felt very drunk (because its in my ears! my ears are messed up). Also, didn't want to sit in a waiting room when sitting up sounded like a lot of effort and besides, what is urgent care going to tell me that I dont already know? viruses are treated with rest and fluids and thats it. However, I assumed my boss was going to be on top of me for some sort of a work note even though I'm not a full time employee and I dont feel like I should need one but I had agreed to work on monday and if I called in she'd probably pitch a fit. I discovered, thanks to the local spouse groups, that there was a local mobile urgent care. They came to my house! I schedule an appointment and they came out about an hour later. The most convenient thing ever. They apparently didn't take my insurance so they charged me 179$ out of pocket but I wasn't going to complain. I didn't have to go anywhere. I could track the MA on gps and they sent me his photo so I didn't "have to be scared" lmao. It was all very nice.

I had already tested myself for covid and it was negative. I was tempted to start myself on prednisone (because I practically have an entire pharmacy at home) but HR was a good 115 and adding steroid to that sounded not fun. Normally my HR runs 60s if Im calm and 80s if Im stressed. 115 with steroids on board didn't sound like fun. My 02 was dropping to 93 when I was up and walking around but it would go back up to the high 90s. This poor MA came with a laptop that virutally connected to a PA and they were like "what do you want me to do for you?" like I guess I mainly just wanted to make sure that I was safe to be at home and I have evidence I saw some sort of healthcare person as proof.

I oddly enough didn't have much of a cough until about yesterday. I was feeling short of breath and when I did cough I'd cough gunk up but mainly it just hurt to cough but it wasn't frequent at all. Now I'm coughing alot. The worst part was the hot/cold flashes. I completely drenched the bed in sweat. I've never seen that much water come off of me. I literally touched the valley of my stomach and it was a puddle. I splished my hands in it. I would alternate between uncontrollable sweating to then freezing to death. I thought I'd be over it and I washed all my linens yesterday and then last night, just sweat everywhere. Which was annoying because I felt....nagged..?..guilttripped? to go into work today by my boss. Like I was faking it..I couldnt possibly be sick that long(my coworkers recovered in 2 days)..maybe I was crazy and I wasn't sick?

so I did! I WENT TO WORK TODAY. My coworkers were actually fine. They said they were actually surprised they handled things well without me. I'm simultaneously proud of them and really aggravated that I went in. Because I really did feel terrible. I realized real fast how weak I was and my brain was not functioning. I even gave myself the easiest roll I could where I was off in a corner away from people and I was struggling. I was struggling to walk and I was struggling to stand. My partner at work let me know how bad I looked too. I apparently looked like a frail old lady. Which was nice.

So I went home. My boss is like "wait where you going?". I guess in her defense she came equipped with a bunch of throat lozenges for me but I didn't have a sore throat. I have no energy and cant breath. So I'm going home. I dont work tomorrow btw.

#healthcareworkers #imsick8(#dailydoodle #artblog

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chikaoofka · 2 years

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🖊 VINCENT AND MAKIIIIIIII

HGRK GOIGN IN FOR THE KILL IMEEDIATELY OKAY.......... I SEE HOW IT IS....................../silly

im like debating on what 2 say for vincent hes jus tlike hes he . hes he he. okay but anyways i guess it's less VINCENT and more characters so inherently related TO vincent its like might as well? but that guy he dreams about i named him i gave him a personality a design. yet he will never see the light of day because his name gives me psychic damage but at the same time i DO have an alternate name....? but im so torn. but that is a fun fact . also i lied about him never seeing the light of day he will see it just this once. a peek through the oubliette's bars or whatever (*specifically like the dream version because its cooler

also, a more vincent-y fun fact: hes like dodging chamption #1 in netzachs floor because fun fact! hes on netzachs floor, which was an accident mind you. i didnt mean for that to happen (i dont think????) but like it fits (<- random but i think i found out WHY vincent vdl was on netzachs floor. ok storytime i used to have a character named vincent, no relation to vincent vdl nor the vdl, but i like grew 2 hate him after i read the void dream logs because like i could never make vincent vdl without it being THIS vincent. then i DESTROYED him sent him to the deepest pits of hell and made vincent vdl in his place and also that other vincent happened to be in netzachs floor because he was 'vincent from safety' or something. do with all of that what you will. he was also ugly as hell. here;s a pic)

this art is so

literally dont remember the art being this bad but like whatever i guess i drew this like a year ago???

anyways i cough. he nigh soloed alriune llike the idk dodging champion he is. that is all i was supposed to say

anyways ======= maki =========

UHHH UHH MAKI.........THE LOBSTER........ i guess i will like i dont knowe. talk about like backstory or something. so like i have a corp a district, district 19, Symbiosis Corporation, they make test tube babies and im still trying to think of a good singularity but like yeah and they like animals a lot and like so many of my characters are from district 19 which also in tandem means theyre all British i didnt think this through i just thorught it would be funny i didnt expect to have consequences. anyways so like maki is the first in a line of like really Really specific babies 2 actually like LIVE and everyone was like WOOO YEAH FUCKJIGN FINALLY and then they fuckedthem up irreversibly (<- albeit accidentally but like letting the bastards who only know how to experiment care for the like magnum opus of your corp was not a good idea mr "dr freeman " (<- sigh he's the guy who made symcorp .ya he's cool? ) but at least they dont know fear shame or.... sadness so a win in my book ithink.

also i remembered actually what i actually wanted to talk about ? ?? ? the fact theyre like undead ????? because thats something. originally explained by the original symcorp singularity, which was baiscally Living Juice, it could revive you but then i was like no man thats kinda fucked. like thats TOO much. so i scrapped it so now maki is just too indecisive to die. or too silly. either or . for the longest time i debated with myself about maki's actual like... state of life, in a sense, like are they TRULY alive? and like.... i mean they're SAPIENT. that's close enough to being Alive. right. anyways another fun fact before i like actually end this i think its too long? but them being dead is like the only reason why samuel is in the "main friend group" of ocs . cuz . um . he can see ghosts? maki was ghost once. also wait. FINAL FUN FACT I SWEAR i hope you know the way maki died (the first time) was due to me not understanding that +200 stats from you must be happy will like make that employee Disappear. but yeah i got like a million stats for maki on the second? day and they disappeared and i was so sad that i immediately remade them the next day. which is why they are 1. still an oc and 2. like a zombie????????? like ???? rose from the dead? ????? a rotting corpse ?????? yeah :3

#sorry if this is utterly like indecipherable #btw....#this took so long sorry i went overboard whatever?#most of it was 'do i draw the Guy' for like a good 10 minutes. then spending 10 minutes actually DRAWIBNG him #also i hope knowing alriune is on netzachs floor isnt like a super ultra big spoiler or anything D:#long post #probably #maki mode #vincent mode #also as much as i say i hate vincent from safety i could talk about him for like hours in the most malice vitriol hatred filled way #hes just so *i strangle him with all the hatred in my heart*#good vincent (vdl) EVIL vincent (safety)#ask #firebuug #also maki i like i think thats just unintelligible at that point im sorry i just like went off #also also i mention the quote unquote main friend group of ocs. vincent isnnt actually in that hes kinda just always there #ifelt that was important to note #also this was all in like 'one take' i feel that was ALSO of importance to note. which is why this is probably very unintelligible to the #normal person #one more sorry to like give me the conficent 2 like post it thank you

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mostspecialgirl · 2 months

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beast tower.

oc rambling under the cut

I ATE THIS SHIT UP !!!!!!!!

ahem. Sorry. I meant. I think i did a good service to iris’s team. or, i guess, Novekhrys’s team, but WE KNOW WHO’S PULLING THE WEIGHT AROUND HERE !!!!!

okay. There’s actually a bit i want to say about cementing these designs.

Gráinne was an easy design to nail. i’ve wanted her to be loosely sparkledog scene adjacent from the get. and that’s what i did. i dunno if i’m satisfied with her color scheme but she canonically dyes her hair something completely different every so often like ramona flowers so it’s cool to just. Have this for now. i’ve been dying to use that pinterest hairstyle i saw a few weeks back and i finally got a nice opportunity to use it. also i gave her a name. she’s gráinne now. because i used to want to call her diarmuid. any fenian cycle fans in the chat

IRIS!!!! she’s the same as last time i drew her properly BUT like Oh My GOD she looks pretty here i was blown away by my own ability. iris is like. one of my first relicverse oc’s to be made in mind with the fact that the Relicverse Is A Thing so she’s always sort of been a benchmark character for me even moreso than demi or any of the sinai have been. i’m glad to have fully assembled a picture of her leg of ninestrike today seeing as i’ve been teetering back and forth on who exactly should lead it, and who’s fitting for her to serve under. novekhrys should have been the obvious choice from the start and i have no idea how i never saw it

like, are you seeing this???

and MY GOD. this is one of those times SETTING 1000 LOOSE THREADS pays the FUCK off because i needed one more admin and OBVIOUSLY it ONLY MAKES SENSE for it to be Kumbhakarna, seeing as Ravana has long been serving under Novekhrys (shoutouts to ravana i dont draw him enough but hes genuinely one of my favorites to write) and the two of them have always gone through cyclical incarnation hell together. i can’t break up the band. AND. Because of course, Ravana’s contract with Novekhrys making him into the Nameless Asura… That means Kumbhakarna must also have entered a similar deal. but i can’t call them both the nameless asura! sure, i can call him the nameless rakshasa instead BUT !!! BUT !!! I HAVE BEEN IN NEED OF CHARACTERS WHO HAVE INHERITED THE ROMAN GOD TITLES POST-DEVILS MANNER !!! and so, of course, he is MORS!!!!! why is that? of course, because of kumbhakarna’s curse… and because of the Somnus Title… what does that mean for Somnus…? Only time shall tell !!!!! Kuahahahahaha !!!!!!

lastly. of course. novekhrys ainzbury. demiurge’s son-in-law. husband of astaphe and father of lucille. I’M EVER SO GLAD TO BE ABLE TO START LOOPING HIM BACK INTO RELEVANT LORE!!!!!!!!!

I FUCKING LOVE THIS MAN!!!!! I’VE EVEN REINSTATED HIS STATUS AS A DRAGON!!!!!! FUCK IT!!!!!!! GIVE HIM THE WORLD!!!!!!!!

previously, in novekhrys’s lore, he existed at a time where magic was a very contentious existence for me in relicverse lore. and if i’m really coming down to it, he was technically the first proper magic user. it completely slipped my mind until literally like a few weeks ago that i realized he’s a tower master within the mage society. i often find myself forgetting astaphe exists, much like everyone seems to forget about the much less powerful children of the demiurge. But voila. my problem was solved. who better for iris to work under?and obviously, who better to be the much needed FREAK of the unraveling division than the FREAK tower master of the beast tower, the very man who fucked demiurge’s only daughter and had a child with her.

letting the pieces slide together was the most satisfying shit in the world. This is why i write. I live for these moments where all my loose threads come together. Good lord. Good fucking lord. And good god man does him being the beast tower master ever serve as such a great rational support to ravana’s existence. I KNOW my ass was not thinking about that at all back then. But like. Fuck yeah dude.

i tried to base his design off of demonic sect leaders in those cultivation novels combined with his draconic origins and it all worked together nicely. he looks better than ever! or maybehe just has long hair. I love long haired men. And horns. He’s lost a little of his signature “pathetic disheveled shell of a man” but i’ll be sure to draw plenty of that when he ISNT posted up for a beauty shot with his admins.

ALSO. holy HELL has his relationship with hana slotted in PERFECTLY. she’s always received funding from an unnamed tower master, and of fucking COURSE having it be novekhyrs the disciple hunter would only make sense. she’s a rare deviant species. his FAVORITE. and it’s never really made too much sense why hana would ever take any particular interest in expanding her leg of ninestrike and joining the union BUT IT ONLY MAKES SENSE IF IT WAS NOVEKHRYS WHO DRAGGED HER INTO IT. bringing in the Small Rewrite that the beast tower was built upon the remains of Hermes’s NinthSpire, and with enough bullshit backstory on the fly lore drawing inspiration between the old lore links between him and Father and BOOM!!!! he’s got his own ninestrike invitation with absolutely zero conflicting changes to established lore!!!! Oh my god and this is why hana takes the name of ninestrike as her own after novekhrys tells her about the history of the science tower

AND i get to write him again. It’s like christmas morning for me. This is nonsense to you all but this is PURE genius at work. This is why you leave everything 85% done because the remaining 15% will come to save your ass in the future. God Bless the Mage Society !!! Long live the Phenomena White Tower !!!

okayi. Have to sleep now. Seriousky. Im insnae

I have to do eight more drawings in this style cor eaxh division now

#leastspecialgirl #mostspecialgirlarttag #oc art #oc #ocs #relicverse #ninestrike #mage society #novekhrys ainzbury #gráinne #dr iris #nameless rakshasa

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oedipushansen · 1 year

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rant under the cut abt like. books i guess?

the weirdest thing abt andrea long chu’s article abt ottessa moshfegh and how ppl reacted to it is that like. alc didnt rlly like.. say anything that wasnt already known. like ppl knew that moshfegh put racism and fatphobia and other bigoted or “gross” themes into her work, theres literally no way u could have claimed to read her books w/o noticing that. this isn’t to say that that shouldn’t be criticized—i def think some of it should be, to an extent—but plenty of ppl had already been criticizing moshfegh for this before acl’s article, but the majority of ppl just didnt care at all bc at that point moshfegh was still popular and on social media she was the “super unhinged aesthetic girlboss woman writer” or whatever. it was only when a somewhat popular person said “man this stuff is Weird right guys” that ppl suddenly did a complete 180 and decided that they hated moshfegh bc she was Problematic Now I Guess. like, just a day ago the same ppl were talking abt how much they loved her bc she wrote abt “unhinged women” (a term im glad to see is finally dying out somewhat) and right after the alc article they acted like they were just. completely and totally blind to everything that was criticized, as if it wasnt literally in their faces the entire time, and now they’re totally dumping moshfeghs books bc the general consensus now is that shes Bad.

again i do think there are some aspects of moshfegh’s writing and some things shes said that should be criticized, im not saying shes like innocent or anything, im just saying its weird how ppl’s opinions seemed to flip on a dime overnight. it feels like no one even rlly had like. a real opinion of their own. they liked moshfegh bc ppl were pushing that “unhinged woman” persona onto her and everyone just loved that, but when one popular person is like “erm.. shes kinda problematic and talks abt shit a lot for some reason” ppl are so quick to hate her bc thats how they Should feel. i dont know i feel like a broken record but its just so weird to me. maybe im being biased bc i personally find alc and some of her opinions really weird & annoying, and i do enjoy ottessa moshfegh’s writing (though i also have my own complicated feelings abt it), but like. it still strikes me as unfair. i also found it a bit confusing how alc talked abt moshfegh’s fatphobia in her books but not abt the racism or the ableism, which were also two really big criticisms of her at the time. i dont have any particular horse in that race so i wont say more but like. if ur gonna write an entire article at least mention those two, like id say theyre pretty major

i also dont like the mindset that writing abt taboo or gross things like moshfegh does is inherently bad. now i Know that this wasnt the point alc was trying to make at all, but i feel like its something that ppl on booktok and booktwt or whatever seem to believe sometimes. sometimes ppl just write abt pathetic, bigoted, awful people and use “dirty” ways to describe things, moshfegh certainly isnt the first and she definitely wont be the last. again, i have my own criticisms of her and im not saying that she shouldn’t have been criticized for anything alc mentioned, bc i feel like that did need to be acknowledged a bit, but moshfegh’s unflinching approach to awful ppl and disgusting subjects and her swift and direct writing style is what drew me to her so much. alc wasnt rlly criticizing moshfegh for writing like this, in fact she was actually pretty complimentary abt it, but this was the sentiment that i saw a lot of “booktok” ppl having when they talked abt the article

i probably wont talk much abt alc anymore but like. abt her in general, its a shame bc i do think shes a Good Writer on an objective level. she knows how to word things eloquently and in interesting ways and how to structure her points and just how to Write Well. but i also just think shes annoying and her opinions on gender and transition just dont rub me the right way. i would go looking for those tweets she made and some paragraphs from her book “females”, but im lazy and im not gonna put in extra effort for this post that is basically just a stream of consciousness rant. but it feels like her whole philosophy around transness revolves soley around her personal experiences and how much she hates being trans. she calls another trans woman “a dumb blonde” in her book for acting feminine “in the way she should”, then goes onto say that someone’s personal identity and feelings abt their gender is “on its own, worthless” and that gender is something that “other people have to decide for you”, which is the only reason why ppl transition. she also made a tweet saying how, for political reasons, people replaced the term “real” women with “cis” women, and it wasnt said in a way that was criticizing that, it was said in a “well, this is just the way it is guys, nothing wrong with it, just face the truth” sort of way. there are a bunch of other things i found weird but honestly i formed my opinions abt her a long time ago so i cant remember it all, and again i cant be fucked to find anything right now. maybe if someone asks i’ll link to a couple articles criticizing her work

ANYWAY, back to books and how ppl treat stories abt anything disturbing or upsetting like theyre inherently bad. i think at some point i’m gonna read things have gotten worse since we last spoke. ive heard a lot of bad things abt it but unsurprisingly most of it was from booktok ppl who just. Didnt like that this horror book had horror in it, and that the horror was gross and disturbed them. i guess i cant fault them bc it probably just wasnt the sort of book theyre used to reading or like, which is fine, but dont make it seem like it’s a bug and not a feature. if it disturbed u then. like. it sort of succeeded? thats the point, its horror, it was advertised as gross and disturbing. its a shame bc from what ive heard abt it it seems like the exact kind of book id love, and the concept is so interesting to me. i guess i should hold my tongue before i read it but i feel like it gets a lot of undeserved hatred

#okok thats my rant #sorry that this was so long or if some of it didnt make any sense or wasnt worded well. i didnt rlly think much while writing this i just #-needed to dump my feelings abt this topic somewhere #txt

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Okay so I had an idea, what if the bakers guardians (can be shy or hyper baker) saw the baker had a black cat one day that was very friendly towards the baker and they didn't think much of it. Until one day something tries to attack the baker and before they can react, the cat literally changes to a giant pissed off void cat and protects the baker. Sorry if this is long,, ['•v•] (Also this may or may not be based off something that I drew that I plan on posting soon! :D)

Tag me when you post it!

Also, it was like 3am when i made these headcannons And I just never posted them. So these headcannons kinda crazy

-Shy! Baker and their cat was having picnic(ofc) in the forest.

-The Gurardians watching from a far, wondering whats so special about this cat.

-recently baker has been hanging around a black cat that they found a few days ago, and their bakers new bff.

-There was a monster lurking im the forest, just out of view of The Guardians.

-the cat would probably smell the monsters scent and go after it, baker would then go chasing after it!

-The guardians went running after them, then they came into view of the huger monster.

-the cat transformed into the void cat(i actually dont know what that is, I think its a muscular body with a cat head 💀)

-The cat does the like one punch man move and hit the monster in the air, and the sky does the twinkly thing when enemy get shot in the sky.

-The Gurardians sat there in shock, who would expect a cat to do that. I know not me.

-baker thanks the cat and like for the next few days spend all their time with him and makes them the head guardian.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #sonder rambles #self aware crk #crk x reader #self aware au #cookie run ovenbreak #pure vanilla cookie

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so i've seen quite a few artists who only draw certain characters. most often its literally a couple of characters present in almost all of their works as if they gave their lives to these characters.

and my question is - why them? why you are drawing transformers? maybe you can relate yourself with some of them? all of your art (its fricking incredible) that i've seen is TF fanart, but for me it looks like you're telling some kind of personal story through these characters. something like connecting different parts of your personality to different robots. or..... i dont know!

if you are confused what do i mean: do you draw transformers because you just like them or is there something more mportant than just a beautiful frame?..

I'm more confused regarding initial statement. If it suggests that "a lot of people draw certain characters as fan art, so why you, as a part of that mass, draw them, by considering, you might just draw originals" would lead to my answer where why pople draw fan art as a phenomenon. But if it suggests "oftenly people constantly draw certain characters, which is close to them, in a namber of 2-3, so why you draw existing random characters, by considering, you might just draw originals" would lead to my subjective attitudes to Tf and drawing.

Well, Idk why, but people in classical academies of arts took particular stories: biblical stories, greek, folklore, historical etc. and drew them for graduate thesis. Previously was allowed to take only biblical stories, then slowly started to allow greek, egypt theme. In Russia, it was generally strict and iconography was the main type of painting somewhere right up to the 18th century. Prior founding of the first academy there was foreign masters but it rather an isolated cases. Byzantine icons consists of canons. Drawing icons is also a separate discipline in universities nowadays. It's of course not exectly the same thing as drawing modern "fandom fan arts" but spiritually ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Like how much world of warcraft is a fan art on Tolkien?

This is generally a specific question where fan art starts and where the original. In iconography, signing works and following the canons used to cause a theological controversy, canons and representatives of the god will or your inner understandance of god, eh, I don't really remember in particular. Long time ago I read a good long post of some orthodox priest, but that was a long time ago.

I draw out of need, like taking a shit. I wouldn't say I have principles regarding art and transformers. And I wouldn't say I have principles of not having principles when there is a need in them. It's just not a constant thing. Sometimes I sit and look at my pictures within music. Like if a result makes me feel something then I did it well. Maybe that's why it comes out so personal. And even if I draw TF as a manifestation or something like that, would be kind of odd if I just wouldn't like transformers. Just in case, people are different. This text is not intended to be a guide. But I'm glad if it will help in something.

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oro-e-diamanti · 3 years

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Quiet Music: Leggiero (Chapter Three)

aIn collaboration with @bethanysnow

Small touches, looks, and wine-soaked daydreams lead to whispered conversations on balconies' edge. Put out cigarettes in the middle of the night. Let lips touch as palms do - eventually...

Content | Fluff

Pairing | fem!Reader x Damiano

Word count | 7111

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***

The bus rumbled underneath Damiano as he turned around in his bunk, the humming of the vehicle drowning out the clatter and chatter of his bandmates in the background. His head was pounding, but less because of the little alcohol he had consumed the night before and more because of the thoughts that had kept him up all night. This morning, he had made sure to be up before Y/n would come around for her wake up call, got ready and then all but crawled into the bunk on his bus for more sleep. They would play a gig in the evening, but for now he was thankful for the 6-hour drive to Oslo with nothing to do.

He could almost feel himself drifting off, body tired out and mind exhausted, but instead all that he saw when he closed his eyes were scenes from last night.

The room was filled with laughter. Music and Vic’s singing, as Damiano let himself fall onto the bed next to Y/n. She looked gorgeous, hair down, relaxing, a champagne flute in her hand and a slight smile on her face. Even though he knew she’d be worrying about what Thomas was doing to the room and how she was going to get them out of bed the next morning. But mostly she was just gorgeous and he told her so.

His hand reached out before the contemplation of this action had been finished in his brain. The adrenaline from the first show of the tour had him flying, soaring, and there was nothing that could possibly bring him down. Her eyes showed surprise but she didn’t pull away as he put a strand of her hand behind her ear. The gesture was small but Damiano felt like he was on fire, briefly stroking the soft skin under his fingers before pulling back.

He found himself babbling about his hair, but he was much more interested in what she had to say. He wished she would talk about herself more often - so much of his personality was so out there, so much information about himself was literally out there, in magazines and interviews and photos, but she had her walls up, even when they were joking, even when she seemed to be talking freely.

“You’re getting more interesting with every second I’m around you, you know?” The words slipped out of his mouth so easily. She went over it just as easily. Did she not care? Did she not find him interesting? He had hoped for some sort of reply or reaction, but she just continued talking. Maybe she wasn’t interested in him… His brain only allowed the thought for a minute. No, he told himself, she simply was this way. Cool, calm, collected. He was sure he would be able to get her out of her shell further one of these days. He wasn’t going to stop trying.

Next thing he knew, she had thrust her phone into his hand, some picture of her from years ago. He didn’t care much about the outfit or the makeup or the questionable hair, it was her smile that drew him in. There was something carefree about it, something unabashedly confident, something she seemed to have lost since then. There was no way back for him he realised in that moment - it might as well have been this woman or no other ever again.

Next thing he knew, he was complimenting her again, calling her darling, but this time he didn’t have to wait long for a reaction. The drink that had been in her mouth just a second ago was now spluttered on her clothes and some of the bedding. He was about to ask her if she was alright, but she had jumped up from the bed, hands trying to hide her reddening face, and dashed to the bathroom.

Fuck, what happened?

“Damiano! What did you do to the poor girl!” Vic shouted in amusement from across the room. He simply waved it off. He wasn’t actually sure what he had done and it bothered him more than he would like to admit - especially in front of his bandmates. Maybe he had come on too strong, tried too hard, had made it awkward. His plan had been to pay her compliments - not scare her away with them. He would have to reconsider his course of action.

When she came back, it was only to say a quick goodnight, waving and leaving. She only spared him a brief glance, no smile or any reassurance that they were fine.

It had not stopped going through his mind. This morning, she had pretended like nothing had happened, but he knew she had been avoiding his gaze and her smiles didn’t seem quite as genuine as they did before. Damiano let out a low groan into his pillow. This was a mess and a half.

The curtain of his bunk was drawn back harshly, revealing Ethan’s face.

“Why would you scare me like that!” Damiano complained. “I could be jacking off in here!”

“Well, I want to assume you wouldn’t do that in a semi-public space such as this,” Ethan replied with contemplation on his face.

“What do you want anyway?”

“Victoria sent me and told me to tell you, I quote,” Ethan cleared his throat. “‘Stop moping, Damiano, it’s no fun'. So, there you go.”

Without another word, Ethan turned back around, leaving the curtain open, and walked back into the kitchenette of the bus. Out of the corner of his eye, Damiano could see him stealing a bit of fruit from the fruit bowl. He felt no motivation to join them.

***

“He alright?” Y/n whispered to Thomas, who was sitting close to her, guitar on his lap. He just shrugged. Ethan rejoined the group with an unreadable expression on his face, sitting down next to Victoria. Y/n shot him another concerned look, but he simply shrugged as well. She shook her head and got up from her spot, walking over to the counter to make breakfast for everyone. Getting out the waffle maker. Putting the Moka pot on the stove and filling it with water. Too early in the morning for rock and roll. In the background, she could hear the band discussing rehearsals and the show in Oslo.

As soon as the smell of food hit the three bandmates, they were all over Y/n, hovering around the little kitchenette, pushing and shoving each other to be first. Y/n looked at all of them in turn. Thomas was currently standing on the couch, raising his hand to smack an unsuspecting Vic who was looking the other way. A single raised brow from Y/n got him back down onto the ground.

“Hey! I’m older, I go first!” Victoria pushed Thomas back.

“Maybe, but it still took your mum nine months to think of a good joke,” Thomas retorted.

Ethan turned around, chuckling at his friends’ banter - but Y/n’s reaction was far more blatant. She started to laugh, a loud, almost cackle that the band had never heard before. Her smile easily reached her eyes and she gave a little applause at Thomas’ joke. “I- I;” she gasped in between laughs, “I know it’s not that funny but it just got me, sorry!” Finally managing to bite her tongue, she went back to serving breakfast.

Out of the corner of her eye, Y/n saw Damiano leaning so far out of his bunk to find out where the sounds and the laughter were coming from. The driver though couldn’t have known it was a bad moment to go over a pothole. With a loud thud, Damiano crashed out from his bunk and onto the hard floor. Chili, excited at the prospect of being able to reach him, ran over to lick his face.

“Eh! Chili, hi. Vic! Come get your dog!” He groaned, picking up the golden fluff and sending it back to her owner. She trotted away happily, over towards Victoria, who was a giggling mess after seeing her friend’s fall. He rolled his eyes at her grin.

“You gonna come join us, sleepy boy? I made coffee,” Y/n said, still trying to keep the peace between everyone. Pouring coffee into a mug, she walked over to Damiano and bent down, handing him the beverage. “I don’t really care if you want to spend the entire day on the floor, but I think your fans might tonight. So come join the party, hm?” Her voice was soft and enticing. Damiano’s eyes sparkled at her invitation. But still, his face was burning red. He sighed and nodded.

Y/n stepped back, taking the cup after he had taken a long sip, and reached her hand out to him. With a swift movement, Damiano was back up on his feet, immediately losing his balance and crashing into Y/n’s shoulder. More blushing on his part. He had not been expecting this amount of strength from her. Not caring about his little bump into her, she dusted him off, picking some fuzz out of his hair, her hand so close to his face, yet so far. She handed him the coffee once again and gave him a smile, before going back to her little corner on the bus as everyone devoured their breakfast.

Damiano watched as she tidied up after everyone had finished, constantly making sure what was effectively their home during tour would stay homely. She always looked like she belonged, and he admired her for that. After one last wipe down of the counter, she quickly addressed everyone on the bus, asking if she was needed for anything else right now, and after a round of head-shaking from everyone, she grabbed her laptop and retired to a quiet corner on the bus. It was only when she briefly looked up to find his eyes and gave a slight smile that he realised he was still watching her every move. Embarrassing, he scolded himself.

Damiano started fumbling for his bag, grabbing a notebook and a pen. He had too many thoughts running around in his head, too many images and ideas about Y/n, and he felt like the only way to get rid of them was to write. Maybe he’d even be able to make something out of it. Anything would be better than staring and dreaming about her anyway.

***

Two more hours until Oslo. With a heavy sigh, Y/n pushed the laptop away from her, neck cracking as she finally moved her bones a little. Suddenly, a pair of hands came down onto her shoulders. She only flinched for a moment before she realised it was Damiano, slowly starting to massage her tense flesh. Her head fell forward and she waved her hand to have him keep going. His fingertips digging into hours of uni work, work work, other work. Tension all living in her neck being slowly worked away by the singer.

"I'm not gonna turn down a free massage," she chuckled, feeling his talented fingers remove knot after knot. Then, suddenly, they became softer. She could hear Thomas in the background shouting something at Damiano. Taking his attention away from her, and all it left was soft fingertips on the sensitive skin on her neck. Dancing along and leaving goosebumps in their wake without him even knowing what he was doing to her. She shivered under such a light touch. A groan left her lips as she was falling deeper under his spell. At this point, she didn’t care. A very pretty man was smoothing his hands over her neck and shoulders and it was nothing short of lovely. Normally this wouldn’t be on Y/n's top list of things she would allow - but a 6-hour bus ride and sitting in one place for most of it was a killer.

I could fall asleep like this - fuck…

She was snapped back to reality when she realised that Damiano was once again staring at her screen, asking what she was working on, hands never moving from their position. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to concentrate like this.

“Oh, I’ve, um,” she awkwardly fumbled with the laptop, “I’ve been trying to memorise this sonnet. I’m doing a course on Shakespeare this semester and we’ve been told to pick our favourite by him and I think I finally decided on mine. It’s Sonnet 128 - um. One of the only sonnets to give you an actual scene in place. It’s from the perspective of this guy watching a bard and just craving to be touched, used, kissed by this person. To have the same sort of attentive mastery be directed at him instead of the player’s instrument. Describing the person listening to this bard play… Wait, would you just like me to read it to you?” Y/n looked up at Damiano. He nodded as he slid into the seat beside her. She moved the laptop so she could see its screen still and began to speak.

***

Sitting next to her wasn’t as bad as Damiano thought. After working on her neck and shoulders, her perfume had rubbed off onto his skin. Light and warm, not super floral, but he didn’t peg Y/n to be a flower kind of woman anyway. Looking at her face now, he noticed things he hadn’t seen before. Faint freckles, little lines around her eyes, the pink tint on her lips. Her hair was done up again in a bun. He could see a couple of bobby pins trying to hide in her wild hair. Then she started to recite the piece and his chest was exploding. He felt as if he was watching winter melt away and spring come.

“How oft, when thou, my music, music play’st”

Oh, what he would do to be her muse, Damiano thought. Her voice, low and soft, was like music itself to him, never mind the way her eyes lit up at the words she repeated from the screen. A little light inside of her, one he hadn’t encountered before.

“Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway’st”

Her fingers were just as sweet, his mind piped up as he tried to listen to her more closely. Some light polish on her nails that he hadn’t noticed before, but now that she was scrolling through the laptop, it was like he couldn’t keep his eyes off them. Quickly exploring images of them tangled in his hair, scratching down his back ever so slightly. Stop, he told in his own head in vain. Just stop and listen, for once. Yet the ideas of her he had hidden away kept demanding attention.

“The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,

Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap

To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,”

He tried so hard to concentrate. To listen, to take in the words she was reciting, to grasp their meaning and what they meant to her, but it was hard, getting harder. In an uncalculated move on his part, his arm swung around her shoulders, not pulling her closer, just letting her know he was there, right now, right here, with her. His hand resting on her upper arms, feeling the warmth underneath the fabric of her blouse.

“Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap,

At the wood’s boldness by thee blushing stand!”

His eyes travelled up from her fingers, over her soft and curvy figure, her delicate neck, to her blushing face. She was blushing an awful lot with him and he had not yet figured out completely if this was a good sign or not. Either way, he thought she looked adorable, a natural pink on her cheeks. Slightly restless eye movements that didn’t match up to the words she was reading, a certain nervousness overtaking her. He wanted to make her blush like that for the rest of his life if he could. He silently wondered if she would blush that much if… if it was just the two of them, alone in some random hotel room, a whole world of exploration before them.

“To be so tickled, they would change their state

And situation with those dancing chips,

O’er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,

Making dead wood more blest than living lips.”

His eyes betrayed him, flicking down to her lips as soon as she said the word. Soft, a light tint on them, pronouncing every syllable in the most mindful way. He wondered if she would let him kiss her. What. His brain flickered between two emotions. Yes, yes, yes. He would give everything to feel her sweet mouth on his, getting her close, inhaling her scent, pouring his every thought into a kiss. No. What was he thinking? She was their assistant. Strong, gorgeous, fiercely independent, and surely not interested. Right? He couldn’t help wondering. Would she let him kiss her? Would she want him to? Had she thought about it, the way he was right now?

“Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,

Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.”

Their eyes met and Damiano hadn’t even noticed how much closer he had edged towards her. It would only take a little bit, one more breather, a tiny motion, to put his lips on her, to feel what she was feeling, and the way she looked at him had him craving, obsessing and he almost dared himself to do it, when a voice pulled him out of his thoughts, pulled him away from her.

“Y/N! I don’t understand how the waffle maker works!”

Damiano had never wanted to kill his bandmate more than at that moment. With a groan he turned around, seeing Thomas fumble with the appliances in their little kitchen area, a dumbstruck look on his face, and puppy dog eyes pleading Y/n for help. She only gave a low chuckle, before getting up and walking over to the guitarist, leaving Damiano with a head full of thoughts that all circled around her.

***

That was close, Jesus Christ! My face is so warm… how are his eyes that pretty? How have I never noticed that before? I wonder if he was thinking about the same thing as I was back there…

***

The crowd was roaring out by the main stage. Crew held their places waiting for the queue to go. The band stood off stage trying to sneak a peek at the audience. Hundreds more people than they were expecting. Y/n sat in a metal chair that was dubbed ‘her chair’ so she could watch the performance from behind the main curtain to cheer the band on without being seen. The lights in the main room were being lowered, the playlist that had been on in the background slowly being turned off, as the noise of the audience got impossibly louder. The band was getting nervous now, the good kind of nervous. Thomas jumping around to get his energy levels up before they would get the sign to get on stage. Y/n smiled at them in turn, returning a little wave Ethan was giving her. Just as they were given the go-ahead, and all of them started to jog on stage, Damiano took a little detour, sending her a smile that would set all the butterflies free in her stomach, before pressing a little kiss to her forehead. He was gone before she had a chance to react. Yet, she froze. Damiano looked back and it was the most perplexed, confused, and adorable expression he had ever seen on her.

It was an expression Damiano couldn’t get out of his head for the rest of the concert, even long after she had lost it - and he knew she had because he couldn’t keep himself from looking over at her every now and again. He was fascinated by the way she watched them.

And if she was watching? Well, then he was going to put on a show.

He pulled all the tricks he knew - well those that were fitted to the situation and venue. During one of their songs, he decided to pull his favourite one. With a low grunt, he ripped his shirt apart, throwing it across the stage, unable to wipe the smile off his face. Until he looked over to where his top had landed and his eyes fell onto Y/n, standing beside the stage, now with a performance-rich torn tank top on her face. Maybe his aim had been a little off. The look on her face as she removed the fabric made him laugh. At least she isn’t hiding now, he thought, before going back to the song.

During “You need me, I don’t need you”, one of the covers they had chosen for the night, he couldn’t fight the grin, knowing his favourite lyric of the night was coming up.

“Melody music maker, reading all the papers, they say I’m up and coming like I’m fucking in an elevator.”

Where Damiano would usually take the chance to suggestively hump the mic stand and focus on the audience, this time he did it while looking straight at Y/n. Her face clouded red, eyes looking at him with a flustered glare. He simply winked at her.

Similar things kept happening throughout the night, any song to do with sex or romance, any innuendo, it was all directed at her. To him, it was all about her all the time, and he made sure to let her know.

***

After one last encore, the band left the stage, the sound of the crowd chanting their names in the background. Once backstage, they all exchanged hugs, all pumped up from the adrenaline and the successful show. A massive gift basket sat in the corner, filled with beers, chocolates, some skincare products, and flowers, along with a note from the venue welcoming them to Oslo and thanking them for playing. Vic immediately grabbed Y/n.

“When we get back to the hotel - up for a girl’s night?” Wriggling her eyebrows at the assistant, she picked out some of the products from the red tulle in the basket.

“As if I could say no to you.”

***

“Okay, what’s first, face mask or red wine?” Victoria asked, holding up both items in her hands as she followed Y/n into the hotel room, Chili yapping at both of their feet, dying to get attention from anyone.

“I will pour the wine if you open the face mask stuff,” Y/n decided, picking up Chili for some snuggles, before putting the dog down on the bed and grabbing the wine glasses. “Don’t have a girls' night often, so this is nice.”

“I keep having them with the boys but it’s not really the same,” Vic laughed. “They never want me to pluck their eyebrows or anything! Oh, and please be careful with the wine around Chili, I drenched her once and it didn’t come out of her fur for ages.”

“You - you did what now? Wait, nope, I don’t wanna know. But to be honest, I would kill to get Ethan on my lap with some tweezers in my hand. Boy, does he need it. Not by much, sweet guy. Just, uh, you know?” Within a moment or two wine was being poured and handed to the blonde. “I didn’t know how much you would want but we can always add more,” Y/n stated, hopping onto the bed next to Vic.

“Oh, very sweet guy with unpredictable hair, really!” Vic said, grabbing the glass and downing more than half of it in one go already, before sitting down next to Y/n with the little pot she had opened and a little applicator for the cream. “That’s so fancy, I usually just slap it on my face with my fingers.”

“Same! Thinking we’re posh fucks, aren’t they?” Y/n grinned, looking at the tiny skincare items, another sip of wine. Chili curled up between the two women. “You looked like you had fun at the concert.”

“It’s so good to be back on the road and I feel like we’ve really found ourselves as a band now. We’ve only played two shows but it’s already my favourite tour. I’m convinced it’s because you’re here, too, by the way, you really fit in with us,” Victoria smiled at her, sipping from the glass, then putting it away on the nightstand and motioning for Y/n to do the same. “Come here, I’m gonna do your face.”

“Ah, I wouldn’t say that. You guys have been absolutely killing it. You got here by your own accomplishments and will, that’s hard to do. I am far more surprised at how well I’ve been able to fit in with you all. I’m, uh, as you can see,” putting the glass away, she scooted to face Victoria, “not as… ‘rock and roll’ and I would have assumed you’d want your assistant to be. But glad I got stuck with you though.”

“Oh, shush,” Vic said, sternly, as she began applying the cream to Y/n’s face. “You fit in just fine. Firstly, I think we definitely need someone to keep us grounded a bit sometimes and secondly, I am absolutely convinced there’s a lot more rock and roll in you than you think - you just wait until you’ve been exposed to us for longer, you’ll see!”

“Well, I agree with the grounded part. You realise that today during breakfast Thomas was climbing on the sofa about to smack your head just to get further in line? That boy does not stop.” She relaxed into Vic’s touch, silently deciding that girls' nights needed to be a more regular thing. This was great. “Ethan said something similar - something about ‘head banging right along with everyone else’. You all have it out for me don’t you?!” She asked, putting on an overly dramatic, surprised look.

“No, he didn’t!” She exclaimed, astounded. “I’m gonna get him back for that tomorrow. Anyway, Ethan was right, you won’t be able to resist our bad influence forever, Y/n! So, have you been to gigs before taking this job, or is this still something new to you?”

“I have been to gigs before, but they were more music festivals, and I was never one for EDM or anything. The heat and lots of glittery, sweaty people drunk on warm beer? No, thank you. Or they would get a new assistant for a tour and the job would end. Not in a bad way, it's just how it is as an assistant. You do your job until they don’t need you anymore.” She shrugged. “I don’t know if it’s the wine or you, but I don’t think I’ve talked this much about myself really since I started this job. Not this particular job, mind you, but the whole P.A. thing.” Y/n chuckled, pulling her hair back into a tighter ponytail to keep out of the way of the fancy skincare.

“Hm, now I just keep thinking of putting glitter on you and getting you in the middle of a good punk gig one of these days,” Vic giggled as she finished up Y/n’s facemask, motioning for her to return the favour. “Let’s make the most of this wine then, I’m going to pour you another glass and you tell me a bit more about yourself.”

Grabbing the little pot of face mask, Y/n gently held Vic’s face, slowly applying the cream. “I’m going to be an alcoholic by the end of the tour, aren’t I? Um, well, I had a boyfriend, he was a prick, we broke up. My best friend lives in London in our old flat. My favourite films are old Hollywood romances. ‘Singing in the rain’, stuff like that. I dunno really. I’m just Y/n. Though I was thinking we should find a way to line Damiano’s trousers so that if they - when they rip apart, you see the lining and not the man’s underwear. Not that I think he cares, actually.” She truly was unable to turn work off completely, even on a night off.

Victoria couldn’t contain the giggle, receiving a scolding look from Y/n, who almost put the cream in her hair by mistake. “Thinking about Damiano’s underwear a lot, huh? Can’t blame you, that man is as pretty as they come. You can be happy they’ve all not gotten to the point where they just hang out on the tour bus in just their boxer shorts, but believe me, that day will come sooner or later!”

“I have not!” She insisted as her face betrayed her, telling a completely different story. “That is unprofessional and objectifying. I hope it doesn’t happen at all. You saw my face before when you all decided to ‘put on a little show’ in the dressing room.” She took the glass from Vic to take a sip. “Anyway.” She started blending out the face mask with fingers, careful not to get it into Victoria’s hair. “Would there be anything you want to know? I am never good at talking about myself.”

Chili nuzzled into Victoria’s leg, getting more needy. “I don’t want to cross any boundaries here, but honestly - why do you work so hard? I’ve only known you for like three days but you never seem to relax, you’re always either busy working for us or working on your projects and when you have a minute to breathe you end up cleaning after us or just going above and beyond taking care of us. I’m not complaining,” she held her hands up, laughing. “It’s great, but it’s a lot, huh?”

“Um… I can’t lie. Not to you or the band. Lying isn’t good for you anyway. But.. I don’t know. Lots of stuff happened before I moved to Italy. Lots of not-so-good stuff. So, I had a lot of reserved pent-up energy, still do. So I had to find ways to put it into things. Now I put it into my work because it’s my new dream. I put it into the band because I care about you. I want to see this tour do well…” Y/n stopped for a moment, caught off guard by the question, looking back and forth between Victoria and her own reflection in the wine. “I want to prove to myself that I can achieve and be successful. I am also a giant workaholic, though, like it’s bad,” she giggled, as Chili now put a paw on Vic’s thigh, demanding attention.

“Well, if you gotta do that whole workaholic thing, I’m glad you’re doing it for us,” Vic smiled, placing a soft hand on Y/n’s arm. “Just make sure to make some time to let loose every now and again. I’m sure any of us would be happy to help you with that.” She turned on her phone to check the time. “I should probably get this mask off now, give me a second,” she explained before getting up and skipping to the bathroom sink.

“Yeah, that’d be good,” Y/n said, also taking note of the time. “Doesn’t Chili need to go out now? There’s no grass on the balcony or I’d let her do her business here.” She stood up, placing the wine glasses on a little counter, trying to force the cork back into the bottle. “Thank you for tonight though, we should make it a thing.”

“Yeah, I’ll take her out for her evening walk now.” Victoria came back, hair slightly damp from where she had washed her face too hastily. “But let’s definitely do this again, next to Ethan you’re like the most calming person on this tour to hang out with.” She moved to give her a hug, only to realise Y/n still had the mask on, so instead, she opted for an awkward shoulder rub and a giggle. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“You do realise it is my job to follow you around and see you tomorrow? Like, that is what I am paid to do. But hell, I’d still do it if it wasn’t my job,” she smiled, nudging Vic’s shoulder. “Now go get Chili out and then get some sleep yeah? Important things like sleep, food, water, everything you people seem to keep forgetting about!”

“Well, that’s what we have you for now, don’t we?” Victoria laughed, picking up a whining Chili and already halfway out the door. “But you get some sleep too! No working through the night, I am ordering you to bed - as your boss!”

“Of course!” Y/n laughed, shutting the door behind the bassist. After taking off her mask, she put the rest of Vic’s leftover wine into her glass and went out onto the balcony with her laptop. Pulling out all the bobby pins and the hair tie, she ran her fingers through her hair, brushing out the knots and letting it hang loose. The light from the sunset had long been gone by the time they had gotten to the hotel. Only street lights and the blue screen were illuminating the space of the balcony. The outdoor space was large enough for a table and chairs. The street down below was faintly noisy as people and cars passed by, but not enough to disturb her peace and quiet.

***

So much for an early night, Damiano thought, staring at the screen of his phone, as Ethan slept soundly in the next bed. With a sigh, he kicked the blanket off his legs, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from the nightstand, and sneaking out onto the balcony without waking his bandmate. Maybe a smoke would help. His eyes drifted from the rather unspectacular view out front to where he noticed movement to his right, only to see Y/n on her own balcony, right next to his.

Y/n was relaxing in her chair, glass of wine in her hands, mouthing the words to something on the computer in front of her. Entirely focused on whatever she was working on, she didn’t notice Damiano’s door opening and closing. She took a drink of her wine, leaving a dark red stain on her lips, then stood up to face the street. Laptop on her arm and looking outward, she mumbled the words on the screen to herself. He just about managed to make out what she was saying.

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,

Who is already sick and pale with brief- Wait, no. Grief. Okay.” She cleared her throat. “Who is already sick and pale with grief. Stupid tiny font is gonna be de death of me,” she mumbled, trying to zoom into the text.

Damiano watched her, a chuckle on his lips, both amused and amazed at seeing her play out the scene on her own. With a quick flick of his lighter, he turned to his cigarette, taking a drag, wide awake. The low light of the moon was illuminating her figure and her hazy movements and for a while he allowed himself to simply be fascinated by her. By the way she moved. Performing fully committed to the open air. Then she made a particularly dramatic, sweeping gesture in her monologue and he knew he couldn’t keep quiet any longer.

“Hey there, Juliet.”

The surprise went through her like an electric shock, she was stumbling over nothing, almost dropping the laptop from her arms, as she turned around towards him so fast, he was sure her hair was going to give her whiplash.

“Ah fuck - Damiano?!” She gasped delicately into the night. “You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days!”

Hopefully, for very different reasons, he thought to himself.

“Sorry,” he sheepishly replied. “What are you doing? It’s almost 2 am.”

“You know I could very well ask you the same thing.” She looked at him accusingly. “If you didn’t have the day off tomorrow I’d be ordering you back to bed immediately.”

Damiano briefly considered a suggestive comment, but instead, let the cigarette between his lips keep him quiet. Y/n was putting her laptop away now, sinking back down into the lounge chair as he walked over to the edge of his own balcony, leaning over the railing to get a better look at her.

“You know I’ve not forgiven you for your antics at the concert tonight yet,” she suddenly stated, pulling him from his thoughts. The smirk flashed over his face naturally. He wondered if she was blushing again, but the little light the moon and her laptop screen gave off didn’t tell him anything. He was hoping she was.

“I promise I didn’t mean to hit your face with my top,” he laughed.

“But you obviously did mean everything else you did!” An accusing finger was pointed his way. “I did not appreciate that.”

For a second he flinched, wondering if he had gone too far, crossing a boundary. But then she looked back at him with a smile she was obviously trying to push away, unsuccessfully. Glass of wine in her hand, she sauntered over to him, while he put out his cigarette on the railing. She leant over her own railing, mirroring his movements. At a slow pace, like she knew he was watching, she sipped from her glass. His eyes falling to the way her neck was exposed as she threw her head back, tracing the soft skin with his glances until she set down the drink. There was a droplet of red wine on her lip and he wished their balconies were closer together, fantasising about reaching out and wiping it away, feeling just how soft she would be under his touch.

“Not that… I didn’t like it.” She paused. “Also not the first time I’ve been hit in the face with a shirt. So there’s that.” Y/n laughed.

“Now you’ve got me curious - who else would hit you with a shirt? Are you trying to tell me you’ve been to strip clubs?” Damiano laughed. Teasing her came easy to him.

“Dancers. With aim as terrible as yours, Mr. David. And I don’t know if you want the answer to the second question,” she smirked. When they were alone like this, she seemed more at ease. That, or it was the wine. He didn’t know.

“Dancers, huh? Think you could teach me a thing or two? Or, you know, were you just watching, lusting over sexy men?”

“Ah! I would do nothing of the sort. Most of the guys there weren’t into girls anyway. Wouldn’t do me much good… Damiano, I could teach a lot of things. You to dance? God help us all.” She made a dramatic cross across her body, laughter twinkling in her eyes.

“Now, Y/n, I’d let you teach me whatever you wanted,” he winked. “Preferably something… active, hm?” He could keep from laughing as he saw her unimpressed face, staring him down and shaking her head. He’d rile her up for the rest of his life if she gave him the chance.

“I once met this Italian guy, came to the studio. Thought he was God’s gift to dance. But you Italians all have that, bravado, confidence, whatever you wanna call it. Well, after learning the first intermediate step, he fell flat on his face and went back to beginner lessons. You gonna be like that?” Raising a brow at him, she leant further over the railing on her side.

Damiano puffed up his chest, comically, trying to make himself appear bigger in a useless attempt to impress her. “Now, you’ve obviously not met the right Italians yet, amore mio. Sounds to me like you need a real Italian to show you the way.”

Just like this morning, she burst out laughing, letting out cackles that filled the air with joy. “Sorry - not laughing at you. Just thought what you said was funny.” She looked down, and as dark as it was, he could see the same signs he had seen before. Shy expression, holding herself close to her body. The slight panic of not knowing what to say. “You’re real Italian, alright. You seem to always know what to say. Now is that an Italian thing or a Damiano thing?” She asked, sarcastically, to deflect the fact that her face was heating up.

Amore mio…that's what did it. He felt like he was unlocking a single puzzle piece at a time, slowly putting her together and making sense of her. He couldn’t wait to get the whole picture one of these days. “Maybe it’s a you thing,” he simply said. The night was making him strangely comfortable with being honest. “Maybe you just bring it out in me.”

“Eh - I’ve been told I bring out a lot of things, never a savant before.” She was still looking down, at her hands, starting to pick at her nail polish. Some little nervous tick that he hadn’t caught onto till now. “It’s late, you should go to sleep, Dami. I am sure that bed is missing its handsome owner right about now.” She started to look far away, picking up the wine glass and taking the last sip.

He had barely heard what she had said - too focused on her calling him Dami, for the very first time. It was like a little shudder running through him, knowing she was growing closer to him as the time passed. “Are you okay, though? I’m sure my bed will survive without me a little bit longer.”

“Oh, I’ll be fine. Don’t you worry about me, I worry enough as it is. Tomorrow is a day off, so I won’t be waking you up in the morning, bus call isn’t until later. Um, but I will be getting breakfast. Is there anything you would want?”

“As long as it involves coffee, I’m happy. I’m sure you’ll pick out the perfect thing anyway.” Damiano watched as she nodded, moving towards the balcony doors and away from him. He felt like grabbing her just to keep her there. He straightened up as well, just barely backing away from the railing. As she left he looked at the space she once occupied, feeling like he could almost make out the outline of her body where it once had been.

Amore mio...

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diaryofassortedimagines · 3 years

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~~~baring the burden of command~~~

emotion chip!dom!data x sub!fem!reader

summary: data takes command while his chip is activated, and lets the effect it has on you go to his head.

requested by @horndog-corndog

warnings: smut, ready room sex, commander kink (yes, yes i did say that), public sex kinda, powerplay, overstimulation, teasing, oral, fingering maybe, and he says good girl a few times idk

by requesting this you have blessed me inadvertently. just... pretend that gif above is him in red. i made a chess reference down there just wanna let u know i know nothing abt chess so it probably won’t make sense.

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never had you been more grateful that you weren’t able to be clearly, visibly aroused or you’d be confined to quarters quite a while ago. the moment data took the role of acting captain was the first time you began to show signs of a distracted, faltering lieutenant commander. you had always been determined to the role of an enterprise engineer, and the more and more you got to know data, and when you struck up a relationship with him, you realized that he was your biggest weakness aboard the ship. an empowered and quick-climbing, certainly not easy to step on, starfleet officers knees quiver sooner when meeting his golden eyes and touching his dandelion skin than being confronted by a superior. sometimes you wondered whether or not data was aware of his power over you, even if your ranks were equal. surely, your behavior around him compared to other people must’ve caused a few of his inquisitive head quirks. the answer to your question grew more and more clear, although still mostly unreadable, as he looked to your reflection in the blank view screen and prolonged eye contact with you. his expression was almost blank- there was a hint of something- and his eyes drifted only on you. it was like a tiger verses lion- a deep stare into the others eyes was a challenge, the first one to look away being the defeated, the submissive, and in this case, it was you.

you saw him stand and begin to walk toward you in the view screen.

“commander y/n, you seemed quite distracted. please, accompany to my ready room.” you were in a state of frenzy, breathing heavy and looking into his eyes with reluctant defeat. nevertheless, you stood, straightened your uniform, and followed him. he allowed you to enter first, and the moment he followed behind you his nimble fingers locked the door. he was inches away from you as he looked down at you, towered, over you and backed you up into the wall, using nothing but strong, confident steps, not even needing to use his hands. he was incredibly close to you, and yet, not as close as he could be. “tell me, commander, what is wrong? is there something on your mind...? look at me.” you didn’t look at him, and in response, he placed a finger under your chin and drew your face toward him, gently. you cleared your throat.

“it’s just... strange, shall we say, seeing you in command.” “many strange things have happened to you, none of which provoked this response. what are you really thinking?” he emphasized the word really, and literally and metaphorically had you backed into a corner. “fine, commander. i... like you in red. command looks g-good on you.” you couldn’t believe it- you stuttered. only you recognized the real power that that symbolized. he smirked, cockily. “who would have thought you like being told what to do?” you cut in. “no, commander, i do not.” “yes, yes of course. you just like being told what to do by me, is that it?” you huffed. “i dont know, yet. tell me do something. test it, data-” he cut you off. “that is not my name, y/n.” he began closing the very small left over gap between the two of you. “i am your superior. please, refer to me as such.” you stared at him, knowing you were defeated, but still unwilling to cower away completely. “yes, commander, you were right. i do, indeed, like it.” you spoke with fierceness, as if you were in a game of chess, trying to get the upper hand and find an opening to dominate the other. the closer he came, however, the less upset you were about being dominated, for the first time ever, you were even excited. “good.” his smile was audible in his voice. “take this off.” he fiddled with the zipper going down the middle of your uniform. your eyes were blown wide, you felt like prey being asked to skin itself. even so, you played his game, and undid your zipper, torturously slow, a deliberate and purposeful defiance to his orders. he groaned and moved your hand, yanking your zipper down and harshly throwing it off your shoulders, quickly and impatient. you gasped in shock as you were made almost completely bare in front of him. he placed a hand on your neck and pushed you back into the wall, kissed you briefly, before very soon after flipping you around and pushing you to sit into picards ready room chair; he handled you like a rag doll. “t-this is picards chair, data, we can’t-” “i told you, y/n, that is not my name.” he descended to his knees in front of you teasingly. “commander.” you spoke breathily and desperate. you were so so hot, burning up on adrenaline and arousal that you would do almost anything just to get some semblance of relief. he rubbed your thighs and slowly peeled them apart, staring at you the whole time. “that is much better. good girl.” the words you were going to speak became a breathy whimper as licked you through your underwear. you slammed your hand over your mouth and he grinned. “let us see how long you can stay quiet.” you gripped the arm rests of the chair, preparing for scream-inducing pleasure. he was agonizing as he slowly worked at you through the thin material of your underwear. “please, commander.” “please? please what?” “t-take these off.” he nodded no. “you do it, y/n.” this time you had no hesitation as you positioned yourself in the chair to remove your panties. he stared at his work, amazed at what he could do to you. he reduced you to obedience and submission with only a few licks. you presented all of yourself to him, desperately.

you clenched your lip in your teeth as he finally went at you bare, his cold lips warmed and soaked between your pussy lips as his tongue played with you in all the right places, masterfully. you rolled your head backwards, only for him to grab you by the chin and make you look at him. you were barely holding in your moans, and looked around the room for a paper towel or something of the other to put in your mouth and silence you. data could tell you were struggling, and without hesitation, put three cold, smooth fingers in your mouth. you bit down around them (it’s not like he felt the pain) as they stifled your moans. your hand flew to his head and laced through his shiny, silky hair, pulling him impossibly closer to you. the knot in your stomach was tight, and so close to falling, as you arched your back out of the chair and wrapped your legs around his torso, putting you at an entirely different angle. he could tell what was happening, and used his other freehand to stick two fingers into your core. your moan was almost impossible to contain, and his fingers were barely enough to silence you as you came onto his fingers, face, and into his mouth. you breathed a sigh of relief, but soon realized you reacted too quickly. he wasn’t quite finished with you yet. of course, he was aware that you had already came, but put even more effort in than before as he overstimulated you so intensely it was mind-bending. his fingers curled upwards, and he yanked them in and out at an impossible speed, his mouth never taking a break. your breath was scattered, making your moans short and intense. you clenched so tightly around his fingers that you wondered how good it would make him feel if he were inside you- if he could feel, that is. that familiar tension in your stomach had reappeared, as you squirmed violently and your eyes rolled back. he had already driven you over the edge, but kept his foot on the gas, driving you closer and closer to the edge of insanity. the moan you let out as your juices exploded onto him was the first one that made you question whether or not you were heard. he continued to move as you came, at an increasingly slower pace.

finally, he decided he was satisfied as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and cunt and his head out of between your thighs. he replaced the three fingers soaked in your saliva with the fingers he used to finger fuck you, forcing you to taste yourself. the smile on his face was pure adoration and possessiveness- a combination that led to obsessiveness.

“if only you knew how you made me feel.” he kissed you once more before passing you your uniform. “next time,” you said as you zipped yourself up and walked toward him. “i get to be on top.” he smirked as he watched you leave the ready room and return to your post.

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the fact that i wrote this within a few hours of being requested says something. CURRENTLY WORKING ON THE OTHERS IM JUST SO BAD AT FLUFF

I hope you enjoyed! hopefully it lived up to your expectations

#lieutenant commander data #star trek #star trek: the next generation #data x reader #smut #data #overstimulation #powerplay

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writings-by-blondie · 3 years

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~If The Stars Could Speak~

Soap Mactavish x F!Reader (teaspoon of Angst)

She was way too good for him and he knew that yet he couldn't forget the way her (h/c) hair fell over her shoulders, her laugh and a bit cold, but glittery look of her (e/c) eyes when their gaze met for the first time..it was like he could see universe in them.

He was in cold, gloomy, Russia, on a mission that was to be last, scribbling down words on the peace of paper, counting down hours till he get to hold her forever...

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

His most trusting man, and friend, Simon and him decided to lay back and enjoy some free time they were granted away from their ever noisy and ever busy camp.

They were at downtown, walking and talking about how tonight is their night - they will leave job at office and they will just enjoy strong alcohol and good music.

The night was a bit chilly, but nothing unusual for the late September.

That just meant that John will finally have chance to wear that nice black spitfire jacket he bought not long ago, and he looked well in it.

As the two men walked they spotted the bar they wanted to be in for the rest of the night, right outside of it, sticking out like a sore thumb was parked some expensive car that John didn't know how to indenify as. He wasn't a big car head like his friend.

"Look at this mate. Its Porsche, bet some meat heads are in this place",

said Simon chucking and eyeing the car and tilting his head slowly towards the bar.

Mactavish smirked and pushed his friend gently as he started walking in, "You have a problem with that or you're just scared of guys who drive expensive cars, eh?".

Inside of the bar you and small group of your friends were in VIP lounge. Infront of you, on small glass table was a bucket filled with ice that kept some red bulls and couple of Baltica beers cold.

You were drinking Jack Daniels, your glass half full. Being tipsy already, you fake-laughed at some perverse joke friend next to you finished telling.

Tonight, you really felt down. Truth to be told, you've been feeling under the weather last couple of months, nothing seemed to go the right way and nothing you did could change that feeling. On top of that your stupid poosh boyfriend broke up with you over text last week, and even though you understood that your friends cared for you and wanted you to forget about that fool and enjoy yourself, you still couldn't shake away the bitterness and just wanted to curl away in your bed, eat some strawberry ice cream and watch ‘Casablanca’.

But here you were, in a black dress that glittered under the light, your hair styled in lazy but not messy curls, and your over-expensive white heels. You looked like the IT girl that every man would want for them selves, to put you on pedestal and admire you.

(Y/n) leaned back in the black leather seat before she took a deep sigh that was followed by pouting and throwing down rest of the Jack that was in her glass down her throat. It burned for a bit, but the sweet flavour of alcohol made her want to drink more, so she opened the half empty bottle and poured more of the honey-coloured liquid into her glass.

She leaned in close to her friend on the left and whispered,

"I need to go and check my make up. Save a seat for me, and dont touch my bottle, I will know if you do.",

you almost groaned last words since you knew well that your friends loved to mess with you.

The (h/c) girl now stood up, taking her light coloured purse that matched with her heels, in her hands and started walking towards the washroom of the bar.

The floor was wooden, hard wood, after all the bar was made to accommodate high class people and to draw in tourists who had a lot of money to spend. Her heels making a little bit noise as her steps collided with the floor. It was a southing sound, like when rain hits the metal.

Her hips swayed as her dress didn't quite hug her whole neatly shaped figure, so it swayed with her movements, glittering under the dim light of the noisy bar.

She had to watch every step since she felt that the alcohol was indeed kicking in, but the song playing on stereos drew her attention and just for a tiny moment she forgot completely that she had heels on.

"Shit-", you muttered loudly as your purse left your hands and you could see the dark wooden floor getting close to you now, but you weren't colliding with it, instead you felt stern grip on your waist, feeling the coldness of someones hand that went straight to your skin, under the dress. You furrowed eyebrows before looking up, facing a, without any exaggeration, handsomest man you ever laid eyes upon.

His eyes, blue as the sea in mid July in the noon, almost glittering like a waves when they shine under the hot sun. His smell now invaded your nostrils touching your senses, stimulating them, wanting more of it. It was pine mixed with old brand of ‘denim’, manly but still subtle, just enough.

He smiled at you softly looking into your eyes, not breaking eye contact once.

"Careful now lass, we don’t want any broken bones yet, the night is still young eh?..", he spoke with thick and extremely attractive (for some reason) Scottish accent and she took deep breath in, as the man slowly placed the girl in front of him back on her legs, parting his hand with her waist. The girl licked her lover lip, realizing now that she was blushing way more than it was appropriate for this kind of situation and softly muttered, "Sorry.. The heels..", under her breath before she walked pass the man and disappeared into woman's washroom.

Mactavish however trailed her with his eyes, her long and subtly toned legs, and the way the subtle cutout on her dress reviled a bit of her thigh. She was clearly in distress and he couldn't help but chuckle a bit to himself as he picked up her purse from the floor and sat down in the nearby booth with Simon.

"What the hell was that?", Riley said as he took off his black leather jacket, placing it next to him.

"It was like some scene out of those old movies mate. Its like, in that one moment, universe existed to put us together.", John smiled to himself, also placing his jacket next to him, being a bit surprised at his own words, he wasn't cheesy, but romantic? He was that.

And he would never let any of his friends know that since well, it was an army and he didn't need Ghost going around the base telling everyone that their captain was softie.

"Since when are you that cheeky eh? Maybe Price doesn't make you do enough pushups at morning." Simon smirked at his friend and raised his hand to call the bartender,

"Its a quote, some of us are literate cinema vise mate", Mactavish smirked back at him leaning over the table, trying to reach for his cigars in his back pocket, "But she is bonnie, nonetheless.".

In washroom you tried to steady your breathing. You put your hand on your chest and closed eyes, but the only thing you could see was the man's eyes and his face. Girl quickly opened her eyes and looked at her reflection in big mirror that was placed on black and white tiles. (Y/n) looked at her face, noticing few spots where her make up was messed up, she pouted a bit and reached down on the sink for her purse, but her palm was met only with cold marble sink.

You quickly shot your gaze towards your hand, with your eyebrows furrowed. Eyes darting across the sink, around it and eventually around the whole washroom then the realisation hit you like a heavy boulder- you dropped your purse when you tripped, when he grabbed you.

"For fucks sake..", you muttered under the breath. It was enough humiliating that probably whole bar watched you stumble around like a new born deer and almost kiss the floor, but now you had to go retrieve your purse that was probably still on the ground and go back to washroom again looking like a lost highschool girl on the party.

You shook your head and realised that stupid anxiety attack got your judgment clouded- people fall every day, and they drop stuff everyday too.

The girl now straighten her posture, fixed her hair a bit and opened the door, exiting the cool room she was in before heading to the booth were she dropped her purse, but to her surprise the purse was not on the floor instead she heard familiar thick accent from the booth next to where she was standing,

"Looking for this lass?", the man waved with her purse smiling at her with one of his brows raised, his friend watching her, waiting for her next move.

You swallowed a big gulp, approaching the booth were the men were sitting slowly, taking your purse from the blue eyed man,

"Yes, thank you. Saving me from embarrassment.. Very noble of you.", you said with a now confident voice, not breaking eye contact with him. There was something about him, something unexplainable. It was like that with every second she looked at his face, at his slightly parted lips as a little smile formed on his face, you were losing grip on the time it was like a whole universe worked for you and him.

"Glad I could help ma'am. Those shoes do look dangerous, better watch your step.", the man spoke and she smiled at him, shyly nodding and turning around, breaking the eye contact with him, slowly walking towards her own booth where her friends were loud and drunk.

But every step you took was heavier than the last one, you didn't want to go there, you wanted to sit with him, smell that invading pine again, feel his touch again.. Was this alcohol that was in your bloodstream?

You stopped suddenly and took a deep breath, before turning on your heels and going back to the two man who were now smoking, their drinks were on their table as well.

"Oh screw it. Universe, dont make a fool out of me!", you thought internally as you approached back their booth, and both men looked up at you again.

"Do you need some help lassie? Are you feeling well?", the blue eyed man asked. You actually just now noticed that he had his hair styled as a mohawk and it suited him so nice, the scar over his eye stuck out as well.

You snapped out and shook your head in denial,

"Would you mind if I joined you for a drink?",

Ghost cleared his throat and looked away with a huge smirk over his face, avoiding John’s stern look. Mactavish moved himself to the left, leaving vacant place for the girl to sit and nodded his head down while putting out cigar that was already burned.

You sat next to him, smiling and biting inside of your cheek, leaving your purse on the edge of the table waving to the bartender to get his attention, you showed him universal sign for ‘another bottle’ and the man nod to you.

You returned your attention towards two men who were gazing at you the whole time.

"So, who wishes to start this AA meeting? How about you sir?", you pointed at men across from you. Both men cracked at your joke before the one you pointed at started talking,

"Name's Simon, that’s Soap- I mean John..", Simon barely held in his laugh looking away from the pair. You looked at men next to you and his jaw was clenched, he obviously didn't like that one.

"Y/N, nice to meet you fellas. This night needed some life in it. I was dying of boredom over at VIP's. Some fresh environment is nice..",

you smiled at John who was downing his beer, slowly he nod at the girl and the bartender finally came with your new bottle of Jack and three glasses for each of you.

"Put it on my bill, thanks.", you said and John eyed you as you opened the bottle of whiskey and poured everyone about a half of the glass, raising your own towards him as you finished. You smirked a bit, leaning towards him, unintentionally, your thigh subtly brushed against his light blue denim jeans.

"Cheers to not breaking bones and to concerned strangers.”, you said the words, slowly looking up at his eyes yet again.

John looked down at you, slowly colliding his glass with yours.

"Well, cheers to me I guess..", Simon muttered to himself and downed down the glass. You couldn't help but laugh sincerely, John joining you while rolling his eyes at Simon,

"Ghost getting ghosted, this will be the story to tell the mates back at camp for sure..".

You raised your eyebrow in confusion, leaving your glass on the table and crossing your legs, leaning back,

"Camp? What are you two like some secret agents or something?", you asked and John and Simon talked to you about their job deep into night. They explained their line or work as subtle as they could and shared some of the funniest moments from their missions with you.

John enjoyed your laugh, the way you blushed when you caught him looking at you, avoiding his gaze, how well your lips were glossed and your perfume that made him want to invade your neck and collarbone with small and soft kisses. He also noticed how soft your skin was when he "accidentally" touched your hand as you were reaching for the bottle, wanting to pour another drink.

It was about 3 in the morning when you turned around towards the bartender who was next to you, telling you and your new friends that the bar is closing in about five minutes. Your friends left long time ago, too drunk to even notice that you were gone or that you were now sitting elsewhere.

"Oh come on Gorge! Cant you see how much fun we are having here? Can’t you just lock us in or join us?", you blinked innocently at the bartender and it made man blush, ofcourse that didn't go unnoticed by Mactavish who cleared his throat subtly and put his hand around your shoulder. You turned your head, raising eyebrow at him and questioning what the hell he was doing.

"Come on lass, man has a job to do, a boss to answer to. We will get you to your hotel eh?", you chuckled at him, now relaxing into his touch, and he loved it. He softly rubbed exposed skin on your shoulder with his thumb and you inhaled sharply, smiling at him reaching for your purse and pulling out keys from your car,

"I drank a lot.. Who is driving lads?",

You closed the door of your Porsche and could hear Simon in the back seat whistle,

"It even has leather inside and tv in the back of the seat. Of course it does.. For gods sake (y/n), you could've just told us that you are rich. We would've distanced from you.", Riley made a joke and you laughed, turning around in your seat looking at Simon, as John started the car, slowly advancing towards the main street.

"I wouldn't trade time I had with you boys for nothing in this world. I haven't laughed like that in ages..",

Riley now looked at Mactavish on review mirror smirking,

"Soap, drop me off first and then take (y/n) back to her place. Base is just around the corner it will save her some gas.".

You eyed man who was driving now, waiting for his response, he groaned in response then he nodded slowly looking at you, before returning eyes to the road that was empty. The city was in deep sleep.

John parked infront of some old looking house and Simon chuckled, "Well this is my stop. I'll see ya in the morning mate, don't forget to freshen up, we will need you frosty eh?",

Simon said before he slammed the doors shut and swiftly disappeared into the house.

You looked at John and pouted a bit, he looked and you and wiggled his eyebrows playfully,

"Where to miss?", he put up his best British accent and you couldn't help but laugh at how silly he sounded.

"With you? To the stars.." you leaned on his shoulder and kicked down your heels, tucking your legs under your tights.

Mactavish took a deep breath, inhaling the sent of your perfume, before he started driving again, he reached for the radio and turned it on.

A soft tune of "Midnight" song was on it and you hummed in approval.

"You know, I feel like I should've met you long ago instead of wasting my time around, not knowing where am I going, what am I doing. I wish this night could last forever John, I wish I could be stuck in it forever.."

The man smiled and reached for one of your hands, locking his fingers with your smaller ones, his eyes never leaving the road.

"I want to show you one place, if you are not up for sleep yet lassie?"

You parted your head with his shoulder to look up at him, his face being illuminated by dim street lights, he looked so soft and like he didn't have any worry in the world.

"Aye sir, I am in your hands for the rest of this trip." you joked and he let out a huffed laugh, bringing your hand closer to his lips, kissing your knuckles, you watched him carefully, biting your lower lip as you felt the warmth spread throughout your entire body from just that tiny exchange of affection.

John parked the car, pulled the break and turned the machine off. He leaned back in the leather seat and looked at you, smile creeping around the corners of his mouth.

"Take my jacket, it can be windy up here."

He said and reached in the back seat for his jacket, handing it to you. You took it into your hands and looked around you, it was quiet and dark all around. Not single lamp post or anything was in the vicinity, only the headlights that John left on, and the soft tune of radio that still played.

"There is nothing here, and honestly it feels like a horror movie. Am I about to be murdured and thrown from this cliff John?"

Mactavish just chuckled and opened the car doors on his side,

"Do you trust me lass?", he asked as he leaned on the car roof, peeking inside and looking at you.

"Do I trust man I just met in local bar to exit my car, my only way of escaping, and obey him to walk into my own funeral? Sure yeah, here I come.." you said with playful tone as you stepped out of your car, flinging his black jacket over your shoulders and sliding your arms into it. It smelled like him and you buried your nose into the collar of jacket, closing your eyes and getting lost in the man's perfume mixed with aftershave. You were about to close the doors of the car when John cut you off,

"Don't close the doors, we won't be able to hear the music".

He was now behind you, towering over your smaller frame and your heart skipped the beat as you turned around to face him.

He slowly reached for your hips and without any hesitation or struggle, swayed you off your bare feet and lifted you up. You instinctively warped your arms around his neck smiling at him.

"You need to stop watching that many horror movies, they will rot your pretty brain"

He smiled at you with his eyes, looking down at your parted lips. Your face being right infront of his, possibly few inches away since he could feel your breath on his skin, and you could feel his. Blush creeped around your cheeks and he put you down on the hood of the car that was still warm from the engine. Your hands left his neck, but he still remained between your legs, not letting your hips just yet. You could've swore that his eyes were shining that night, you knew it was not possible, that your brain was seeing tings the way it wanted to, but you still chose to believe that impossible was possible in that moment.

His shadow that was casted due to headlights now moved, and with deep inhale his grip left your hips and you bit your lip. You felt disappointed and empty, you wanted him to lean in closer, you wanted to taste him and to seal the deal, but he moved away, hopping on the hood with ease, next to you, and leaning down on the windshield, one hand behind his head and other stretched out across the hood. He wiggled his eyebrows at you and slowly nodded towards his hand.

You pouted but soon enough curled against him, resting your head on his arm and softly gliding your hand over his chest, feeling his heart beat under your palm.

In response he softly put his fingers in your hair, massaging your head in circular moves.

"Look up lass, the sky is beautiful tonight. No clouds, just stars blinking and shining somewhere out there, far, far away. Haven't seen this in a while."

You listened to his words and followed his gaze up towards the sky. He was right, it was indeed beautiful. Dark blue mixed with dozen blinking lights looking back at you and him. Moon was nowhere to be found however. And then it struck you, the whole moment was inscribed into your memory- his soft breathing, the glitter in his eyes, the soft music that was playing from inside the car, the murmur of water somewhere in the distance, the ruffle of the leaves and grass that were moved by soft breeze and your eyes watered a bit, you really wanted to live in this moment forever, to lie on his arm forever and to gaze at the same stars forever.

John noticed the hard breathing next to him and faced you with soft smile "Dont cry lass, I more like you smiling, it suits you better. Can't say the same for those shoes.. Those didn't work for you that well eh?" you chucked through the tears and felt his thumb on your cheek as he wiped one stray tear.

"I just want to be here forever.. Like this. With you next to me. If I had one chance to freeze the time it would be right now, right here with you so I could look at your eyes filled with thousand stars forever, counting them slowly one by one, never getting bored of you." the girl said softly pulling herself closer to him. John smiled and kissed her hair softly.

"Funny how you are telling me the words I should be telling you bonnie. Maybe this is just a dream eh? Maybe we will wake up from it feeling empty..I know that I will miss you when I am gone.. Now, tell me who broke your heart?"

John said with whisper, still gazing up at the stars, slowly closing his eyes.

"Life did. But its nothing you can't fix.." you said quietly, blushing and looking up at him. He opened the eyes and looked back at you, his eyes trailing every line of your face, trying to remember all the features of it as he leaned in and slowly kissed your forehead.

"Dance with me?" He asked and you smiled up at him.

"I dont have any shoes on." you replied as with one swift move he pulled you off the car .

"That is nothing I can't fix." he smirked a bit and lifted you up from the car, telling you to stand on his shoes.

"John no, I am heavy." you chuckled as his hands held you close to him, his hands under his jacket, one placed on small of your back and one firmly held your hip, your feet now on his shoes, and he started moving slowly in tune of "Gloria" by Midnight that was on radio station at the moment.

"Bollocks, you are light as a feather, I can't even feel you. Do you even eat something or you just drink every day?" He joked and you laughed, throwing your hands over his head, locking them behind his neck.

"Captain Mactavish, stop teasing me and kiss me. I demand that action." you ran your hand over back of his head, feeling the tingles on your palm from his fresh shaven hair cut.

He looked down at you, lingering his eyes on your lips that were smirking a bit, slowly closing distance between the two, teasingly.

He pressed his cold lips on yours and you closed your eyes, wanting to remember every single moment and every move he made.

He slowly moved his hand up and down your back, inviting you to deepen the kiss which you accepted. He kissed you slowly, with passion with every move. He was spilling all of his emotions right then and there, he held you like was afraid that you will disappear from his arms, like he wouldn't be able to touch you or feel you. Your heart feel heavy, and you swore he could hear it since it was crashing against your ribcage.

John slowly parted with your lips, looking into your eyes, his forehead resting on yours,

"After I am done with next mission, I will steal you and take you away so we can count all of the starts together, alright?" He asked and you nodded in approval slowly.

"Promise you wont forget?" You blinked up at him and he softly leaned in and kissed your lips again, kiss that was assuring and warm.

"I will be back in two days, wait for me here and be ready for a trip.", he softly brushed his nose on yours and you smiled wide at him, the universe was on your side, fate was on your side. It gifted him to you, to keep him and to cherish him, that whole night was like a fever dream, it almost didn't feel real- but it was. He was there and you were with him, swaying to the music slowly, kissing and feeling each other praying that sun wont come up just yet..

In two days you were at the same spot, your truck filled with all your stuff you needed.

You paced around the car excited, wanting to have his arms around you again, wanting to kiss him again... But he never showed up.

You never saw him again. You visited the bar often, you went to the house where you left his friend that night but the house was not there, it was demolished not long ago.

John disappeared without the trace, just the way he came into your life, unnoticed.

You never heard from him again. It was like that whole night was just a distant dream you had, and you would believe it if it wasn't for his jacket that was in your closet, his smell still lingering on it.

Years have passed, you never quite moved on, settling for a man who was nothing like John, but he cared for you, he really did.

Treating you right, bringing you flowers for every 14th of February, never forgetting anniversary or your birthday.

He didn't have stars in his eyes, he never took you to that place, never made you fall in love with him in bare hours, but he was enough. You had a nice house in nice neighbourhood and you lived a nice life with him.

You were at kitchen, preparing a lunch for your husband and you, when you heard a bell ring of your doors. You swiftly cleaned your hands and rushed to open the door.

"Yes?" You said as handle turned and the door opened.

Man who you never met before stood before you. He had small blue eyes, his beard was a bit weird but it suited him nice. He had a brown hair, and looked like life never treated him with ease.

"Can I help you sir?" You questioned the stranger and he nodded affirmative

"You are a hard one to find (y/n). Took me long enough.. Name's John Price, I have something for you.", he said and pulled white small envelope from his pocket handing it to you

"What is this sir? How do you know my name?" He smiled sadly at you and turned around being ready to leave when he stopped in his tracks, not facing you still.

"I am sorry. Wish I did more." .

He said and you were more confused than ever, you watched as man left your property and you closed the door, looking at the envelope that was in your hand. It was a bit heavy, but only on one side of it.

You rushed to the living room, where you sat down and opened it.

Dog tags fell out from them, they were cleaned recently, but the rust on them was noticeable still.

"John Mactavish"

ARMY

Some numbers and rest were scribbled from them.

Your heart dropped and your lips parted, eyes already filled with tears that slowly left your eye, falling down your cheek.

In the envelope was also a paper, it had blood stains on it. You tried wiping your eyes and reading it.

"I want to invite you for a walk,

To a quiet place; In the moor.

When the breeze sings midnight,

One if those nights- the moon is full.

A restless pounding invades in my heart,

When I think of my confidants-

The stars.

If they could only speak ,

What would they say?

If you could hear them talk.

For they know of my fondness for you,

And that in my thoughts

There is no other one.

If only the stars could speak

They will tell you that I love you,

They would ask you,

To love me back."

You hugged the peace of paper like it was John himself and let your tears fall freely whispering to yourself and to the paper like he could hear you, like he was the one in your arms instead of this bloody peace of paper.

“I do love you John.. I never stopped.”.

A soothing closure fell over you. Now he was the star somewhere up in the sky, looking over at you every night you faced the sky, waiting for you to join him one day.

#cod #cod mw #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #john price #soap x reader #major character deaths #fluff #angst

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Welcome to Club T’s

One of my fan favorites from the old blog, enjoy:

One could look at Emily and assume her life was perfect A nice home, well off family that was well known in California. Naturally blonde hair, a petite little figure and long legs all around a smile that could turn a man to stone. Going to movie premieres, sports events and mingling with LA bigwigs, Emily was never long without something to do. Oh dont get me wrong, Emily never complained. She loved her family, loved her friends, loved her job. She’d never complain for a second. But still something was missing. That’s why Emily found herself where she was, in a taxi outside a new and mysterious club in downtown LA. She stared at the door for a long time before the driver finally asked “Are you gettin out or what?” Emily came back to reality and paid the driver, and stepped out of her car as confidently as she could. What she couldn't sell her blue dress and black heels could. She walked into the club like it was nobody’s business, and was an instant bombshell to the eligible young men at Club T’s. What made her walk into this particular club that night? Well, to understand that, we have to go back a little bit. Emily had a friend named Stephen, and one time not too long ago Stephen did something she couldn’t get out of her head. He tickled her. It wasn’t her first time being tickled, not by a longshot. For some reason, the feeling she got when he finally stopped kept coming back to her head like a drug, needing to come forward again and refusing any lesser pleasure. She had no trouble finding a man to do anything she wanted, but for some reason this one request proved elusive to her charms. After a brief search on the internet, she found out that club T’s was the place to find what she wanted. It wasn’t easy to find out how to get in, the people she was here to see were very secretive. The main club was just like any other club. The music was too loud, the drinks were too expensive and you couldn’t see or move anywhere. After a few minutes of moving around she found the specific corner that housed the VIP section of the club, she said the codeword to the bouncer, and with a smirk he let her in. It was the look a wolf gives a deer after a day without food, and it unsettled her. Inside, the VIP area was another world. The clothes were different, the lights were a bit brighter, and you could hear yourself over the music. The men were dressed in anything from suits to T-shirts while the girls were wearing some pretty revealing clothing, anything that exposed the belly, shorts, mini skirts and few of them wore heels. They wore colored wristbands, green yellow and red. Green was an open invitation, yellow required an ask, and red meant not to approach. Emily had a yellow wristband, fastened around her ankle like the website advised. There was more seating space than at any normal club here, couches and chairs everywhere. The dance floor had some people, but others were chasing each other around the floor, and in a couch by the corner a man had a captive girl in his lap. Her hands were bound and her feet were in his lap. As he grabbed the toe of her sock, her bound hands came up to her face to conceal her smile and she shook her head. He grinned evilly and slowly pulled the sock off, revealing her bare foot. At the edges of the dance floor were a few suspended cages, each with a girl inside and a person outside sticking a feather duster in. Emily asked the bartender “What’s all that about?” A cute redhead in a black corset said “Those girls work here. The customers pay to use the feather dusters for a time. They can also pay to remove clothing or lower the cages. It breaks the ice for the newcomers. Speaking of, is this your first time?” “Why yes” said Emily looking around. “Is this actually for real?” The bartender, whose nametag read “Sam” said “It sure is. I can lock you in that cage if you’re too nervous to get started on your own?” Emily blushed, and suddenly a voice came from behind her that said smoothly “Sam, hasn’t your boss told you not to mess with the new talent? Or do I have to tickle you for your tips again?” Sam blushed now, and backed towards the liquor shelf nervously. Emily asked the tall, suit clad stranger “What?” He said “Oh you haven’t heard? If you find their service in any way lacking, you have to give them the oppurtunity to get their tips tickled back into them. That’s why she wears a corset, her pits are her worst spot.” She hissed “Damon!” So you weren't kidding on the website” Emily asked. “This really is a tickle club.” Damon said “Oh yes, but if you want to see come by when Sam brings my bottle of Dom. She needs a good tickling to earn her tips back after that hiss…” Sam gulped. She’d done it now. Damon slapped down a 20 and said “Whatever the lady likes is on me.” Sam fixed Emily a drink and grabbed a champagne bottle, but Emily hesitated as Sam left. Sam looked over her shoulder and said “You comin? This is what you wanted right?” Emily finished her liquid courage, and followed Sam to a door labelled “Barefoot Room” Upon entering, Sam said “It’s quite literal, no shoes allowed inside.” Sam quickly kicked off her pumps and went inside, and Emily removed her peep toed heels to join her. “You learn quickly Emily” Damon smiled as he smiled at Emilys little feet as she flexed her toes “Im just amazed” Emily replied blushing as she felt Damon's gaze on her toes “Theres nothing to feel scared about Emily" Damon smiled as he took a sip of his drink. “so tell me what brings you here”” Emily took a deep breath, and then she started “It all started when my friend Stephen tickled my feet a few months ago. It felt...well I guess how a normal person feels being tickled. Sure, the laughing was fun but when it was happening I just wanted him to stop after a few seconds...afterwards I couldn’t get it out of my head. I tried forgetting it, distracting myself. Anytime I was alone with my thoughts, I thought of that sensation and how badly I wanted it back. So I found this place...and here I am.” “And here you are.” Damon said. He saw Emily look down nervously and said “Emily, come sit by me.” She came and sat down next to him hesitantly, and drew her feet behind her knees, where Damon couldn’t see them. It was all she could do not to blush. He asked her “Sam needs to be tickled if she wants her tips from me, where should she be tickled?” “Her underarms” Emily replied without hesitation. Sam shut her eyes and raised her arms, beginning to breathe heavily. She begged “Please be gentle.” Damon looked and raised an eyebrow “you answered that quickly for a newbie; I think we may have a little sadist here. Sam, I think we should let your new friend here do the honors” Emily looked nervous again, and said “You want me to tickle her?” Damon nodded silently and said “If you'd prefer I can tickle her. The whole time you watch her suffer knowing that it's coming for you next…” She was up in an instant, and facing Sam directly. Sam felt her breathe and winced, that gave Emily an inexplicable pleasure. She pounced. Emily dug her nails into Sam’s underarms, and Damon smirked as she screamed. Sam was able to hold her arms up for a few seconds, but within 15 seconds they came down reflexively. Sam laughed like crazy but Emily wouldn't let up. Sam tried to turn away, but Emily kept at it, and pulled Sam closer. The punishment became a wrestling match soon as the girls came to the ground, with Emily straddling her hips. Emily leaned forward and pinned the poor bartender’s wrists over her head and blew on her underarms, which drove sam into a mad fit of giggles. She begged “HEHEHEHE Stop teasing!” Emily couldn't tell you why she said this, but she shouted “This is club tease!” Before she could sink her nails back into Sam’s smooth hollows, Emily burst out laughing “HAHAHAHAHA!” And lost her grip. Sam scrambled out from under her, and went to Damon, who was holding Emily’s ankle, with his other hand gently stroking her sole. She giggled gently with each stroke of his hands. He patted Sam on the butt and said “That’s enough sweetie. Call me when you get off work. For now I have some soft, pretty feet to break in.” This comment made Emily blush, and wiggle her baby blue toes. As Sam walked out of the room and grabbed her shoes, Emily looked down, anticipating the tickling. The tickling was slow, methodical. He was really tickling her brain more than her sole. Reminding her that he could do what he want, control her body against her will. He could make her laugh whenever he pleased. All it took was a foot and a finger. He had the finger, and the foot may as well have been a plaything of his. It was in his grasp and she wasn’t getting it out. Emily remained on all fours(or threes, not counting the foot that belonged to Damon at the moment), and giggled when Damon wanted her to, otherwise she just accepted the breaks and caught her breath. Sometimes she would look back at Damon, nearly melting him with that forced smile. Other times she looked away and tried to just take it. During a break, Damon rubbed her sole with his palm and commented “I see you took the website’s advice and got a pedicure. How recently?” Emily giggled “A couple hours ago hehehe.” she heard Damon inhale deeply and felt his lips rub along her sole now. His lips tickled ever so slightly. She giggled “hehehehe are you smelling my foot?” She read many of the men here also had foot fetishes, but never expected to find herself here tonight… He replied “You used a vanilla scented lotion. It’s my favorite.” “EEP!” She squealed, something had pinched the ball of her foot, and one look back at Damon licking his lips told the whole story. Could she really drive him so crazy with just her feet? This could add some fun to the tickling...but before she could finish that thought, her mind commanded her to laugh again. Emily fell flat on her belly as she felt a warm, wet sensation streak across her arch. She turned her head to the side to release peals of laughter, and started pounding the carpet with her fist. If Damon’s finger was mean, his tongue was just cruel. Emily was at once suffering and feeling an indescribable ecstasy. All she could do to cope was laugh, and between breaths beg “Hahahaha! Stahahahahap!” Emily got herself a momentary respite from Damon’s tongue, but only because he needed it to taunt her. His fingers returned to gently stroking her arches as he taunted “Oh you don’t want this to stop. If you did you’d pull your foot away. Look.” Emily flipped over and saw that his hand was open, only cupping her heel. He tickled with all his fingers slowly, and she reflexively pulled back a few inches, then paused. Emily hesitated a few seconds, it tickled so bad but there was just nothing like it. Her foot slowly slid back into his grip, and his hand closed around her ankle. She gasped, what had she done? Damon taunted “See? I knew you liked it!” And he tickled her sole all over again with his fingers, making her laugh even louder, wondering why she gave her foot to him. He lifted her foot up to his mouth, but there was resistance from her tight little dress. Damon lowered her foot and said “Emily, your dress is lovely but if you want to have more fun, it may be best to change.” Emily blushed again and said “I don't have a change of clothes.” Damon began stroking her instep and commented “Not to worry. There is a private changing room in here with spare clothes, better for our activities.” Damon helped her up, and opened a wall panel that led to a cozy changing room. Emily removed her dress and placed it on a hanger, then found a pair of little pink shorts and a white tshirt to put on. The shirt was awfully short, and only came down to her ribs, leaving her midriff vulnerable. The shorts were quite short, revealing her long tanned legs. She emerged a little sheepishly, but Damon gushed over her, making her blush for the umpteenth time tonight. She came up to the couch where he sat and requested “Where do you want me?” She felt his eyes combing every inch of exposed skin, searching for a spot to make her squeal. She felt uneasy, but exhilarated. Damon grabbed her by the hand and sat her on the couch next to him. He draped her legs over his...and once she breathed out he lobster clawed her knees. Emily shrieked, breaking down in helpless laughter as she tried to sit up and reach his hands. After a few moments of squeezing her legs and knees, Damon began to gently scribble his fingertips all along her thighs and up towards her hips. Emily’s laughter went up in pitch as Damon reached her hips and pinched, and he licked his lips looking at that bare midriff. Damon gave Emily a break to catch her breath, and breathing heavily she sighed “hehehe that was fun.” Damon had an evil smirk on his face, she asked him “What is that look for?” Damon said “I’m going to have that cute tummy of yours next. But I’m going to give you a choice, my tongue or my hands?” Emily’s eyes bugged out, and she couldn’t possibly choose between tortures for a moment. She thought about her feet, and his tongue was much worse there. She answered “Hands.” Damon smirked, had she chosen wrong? What was he playing at? She didn’t have time to think any further as ten fingers began wiggling along her midriff, and her tummy exploded with ticklish sensations. She let out a loud belly laugh, and cursed as her hands wanted nothing more than to seize his and make it stop. Despite this desperate need, her mind would not allow them, making them twitch up and down her sides in a comical fashion. The game changed utterly when Damon managed to wiggle a finger into her navel, making Emily scream like a banshee before breaking down in frantic laughter. She tried to get him off of there, but her hands were swatted away by his free hand. This was almost as bad as her toes, or that tongue! Maybe she should have let him use his tongue after all… After a minute or so of her navel being explored and prodded, Emily couldn’t take anymore. Her begs became more desperate, and Damon heard it in her voice. She cried loudly “Uncle! Hahahahahaha! Please! Mercy! Hahahaha!” Damon stopped rather quickly, but Emily didn’t manage to stop giggling for another minute. He rubbed her belly during this time, and at last she recovered. She propped herself up on her elbows saying “That was wicked...I’ve never felt anything like it before.” Damon smirked, and said “I bet not.” Before they could say anything else, a blonde woman and a brunette with golden brown hair came into the room dancing with each other, kicking their shoes off as they entered. They plopped on the couch opposite Damon and Emily. The blonde said “I told you if we danced Damon would get us a snack!” Emily covered her face nervously as she blushed like a teenager, and would have curled into a ball had Damon not held her knees. The brunette asked “Who’s the tickle toy?” Damon said evenly “Girls, this is Emily. Emily, that is Shay, and Blair. Two tickle slaves of mine, who need to remember what happens when they don’t use their manners.” Damon continued “Emily is new, and I think she has had enough for one night. Blair, why don’t you tie Shay’s arms over her head?” They got to work, enjoying themselves and clearly under the influence a bit. Emily asked “So what, just like that we’re done?” Damon smirked and said “For tonight, after I do one quick thing. If you want another session I’ll see to it that you can contact me. Sit tight.” Damon got up and tested Shay’s bonds, who was standing on her tiptoes in the middle of the room, suspended from a chain. Damon produced two more cuffs and said “Your turn Blair.” She giggled as she assumed position for her restraints. Once they were restrained Damon instructed Emily “Give me your sole” holding his hand out. She placed an ankle in his hand, and he produced a pen. He slowly and painstakingly wrote something on Emily’s sole, but she couldn’t tell. All she could do was laugh and scream until he finished. It felt like an eternity of that ball point pen stroking her arches, but it was bliss for her. When he finally finished, he pecked each of her soles goodnight and she left for the evening. She inspected her sole before putting her shoes back on, and it read Damon’s number and address.

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