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#im sure you can figure out what i was doing instead hehe
doobea · 7 months
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WE ARE THE LOVESICK (GIRLS) - SAE ITOSHI
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synopsis: Sae learns what the term 'whipped' means and comes to terms with it.
content: a sick!fic, fluff, sfw, early established relationship, itoshi siblings have a good(?) relationship, feels more like a brother bonding fic, soft!sae, sae centric pov, fem!reader word count: 1.6K a/n: yuh the title is based off of my fave blackpink song hehe and my bf is sick rn and instead of taking care of him im writing instead whoops - also posting this on rins birthday is NOT a crime
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There are two things that Sae takes from this impromptu trip back home. One is that he should've done his passport renewal online because now he has to wait up to a whole month. He's not mentally prepared to explain that to his manager who's currently over six thousand miles away. And two, he's recently learned that you get sick really easily when you travel. Like ridiculously sick.
"Sae, I'm dying."
There's a sniffle. A cough. And then silence.
You definitely sound like you’re dying, Sae thinks. From the kitchen, he carefully watches your movements on the couch. Which is almost minimum to none. When you don’t respond to your name, Sae rushes over and takes a look. Your cheeks are flushed, hair sticking to your forehead in a way that didn’t look comfortable, a bit of drool hangs from the sides of your mouth from your lack of ability to breathe, and worst of all —
"My head hurts, Sae…" Another cough. "Do you have any aspirin?"
In the most loving way, he wishes you would’ve just stayed back in Spain.
He takes hold of your palms and places his forehead against yours. It's hot and wet to the touch. It makes him physically recoil back and Sae looks almost annoyed with himself. Maybe he should've tried harder to convince you to not come.
Sae hasn't been back home in maybe a year or two, he thinks, but surely there must be some aspirin or any form of medicine in the house, right? A quick rush through the drawers and every nook and cranny in the house proves him otherwise.
Sae jogs back to your curled-up figure on the couch and throws on his windbreaker. "I'll go out to the store and get some."
"No," You sit up too fast and wince, hands settling on the sides of your temples to support the weight of your head. "I'll get over it soon. Maybe it's just the humid weather?" You lamely suggest.
You always double down whenever it comes to your health. Trying to convince yourself that it'll get better soon because you hate being an inconvenience to others — others being Sae. You're doing this even when you look like an absolute (beautiful) wreck in Sae's eyes right now. But maybe he shouldn't exactly leave you alone when you're in a feverish state, especially in a space you're unfamiliar with.
He takes off his windbreaker and gently places it over your shoulders as he thinks on his feet. "Then I'll get someone else to do it."
You wrap yourself in his jacket and repress back a coughing fit. "Huh, like who?"
Only one person pops up in his mind and Sae isn't sure if he can count on him. But, even after everything that they've gone through, he can probably trust him. Well, maybe not trust but more like he's his only option.
"When did you even get back?"
"Last night," Sae answers and rushes to the point. "I need you to make an errand run."
"What?" Rin’s voice fills with annoyance over the line. "Why would I do that?"
"Because," Sae looks over his shoulder at the sight of your body in a fetal position on the couch. You’re visibly shaking a bit too much for his liking. Sae takes a deep breath and exhales loud enough for his brother to hear. "My girlfriend is sick. I've checked the cabinets and we don't have any medicine. I don't want to leave her alone at our house."
There's a pause and Sae is wondering if his brother has hung up. Then, Rin clears his throat on the line.
"You want me to drop what I’m doing to get medicine for your sick girlfriend? Am I hearing that right?"
Sae snaps his head at the sound of you coughing once more. You look disheveled and your eyes are unfocused on what's in front of you. He sharply inhales once more. "That's exactly what I want. Do you need me to repeat it?"
Another pause and then it's Rin's turn to sigh.
"Whatever. Be there in fifteen."
And Rin keeps his word, showing up precisely in fifteen minutes, in his tracksuit to be exact, begrudgingly holding a plastic bag in his hands. The big yellow smiley face contrasts sharply with Rin's visibly irritated expression. In the bag, there’s a bottle of aspirin, cough syrup, vitamin gummies, and three ice cream bars.
Rin takes one of the ice cream bars before shoving the bag into Sae's hands. "You owe me." He hisses out.
Sae ignores his brother's glare and only nods, mumbling a lazy "thanks" before making his way back into the living room. Rin quietly follows behind. Sae figures it's because he's semi-curious about how he's been, though Rin will never admit it.
You stir from the couch at the sound of plastic and wake up when Sae pours out the contents onto the coffee table, immediately ripping the cough syrup packaging open and pouring the recommended amount into the little plastic cup.
"Here, take this." And Sae watches as Rin grimaces at how softly he speaks to you.
You weakly nod and tilt your head enough for Sae to bring it to your lips. A quick swallow followed by an equally quick shudder from the bitterness and you manage to crack a small grin. "Thank you, babe."
Rin suppresses a gagging noise when Sae plants a chaste kiss on your forehead. You take this moment to finally register two and two together. Sae hasn't outright introduced you to his family members, but he has shown you pictures of them from time to time.
"Sorry for the intrusion—you must be Rin, right?" You sit up straight, still wrapped around Sae's windbreaker, and extend out a hand. "He's told me a lot about you."
Yeah, maybe Sae should've locked you back home.
His younger brother throws him a look, not annoyed but slightly amused. "He has?"
You seem to miss the panicked scowl that Sae flashes at you and continue on. "Plenty! He talks about you almost every day and watches your games at the dinner table."
Sae tenses when he feels Rin's gaze hardening on him. "You do...?"
Sae awkwardly clears his throat, suddenly feeling heat rushing to his neck, and starts heading towards the kitchen. "I'm going to make a drink."
Fortunately, you didn't catch the thick tension and begin rambling to Rin. And seeing Rin attempting to start a conversation with you is physically painful. Sae sips on a cup of coffee as you talk about what you do for a living and how you and Sae met. Rin awkwardly nods, adding a small few comments here and there. He'll occasionally try his best to smile and sound remotely interested without coming off as a deadpan ass. Talking to Rin is like talking to a rock, Sae concludes. A giant, lanky, grumpy rock.
"It was nice meeting you, Rin." Your voice still sounds fried but better than what it was earlier.
"Yeah, you too." The taller male rubs the back of his neck sheepishly and stands. "Hey," Rin's voice directs over to Sae and he nudges his head towards the hallway. "Mind if we talk real quick?"
Sae exhales for what it feels like the tenth time today. "Sure."
Both brothers lean on opposite sides of the wall, seemingly also avoiding each other's gazes because wow the floor looks mildly entertaining right now. When was the last time that they even had a proper conversation without ripping each other's throats apart? Sae honestly can't remember but it didn't seem like that was on Rin's to-do list.
Rin breaks the heavy silence first with a loud unwrapping sound from his ice cream bar. He stares at it for a long moment and splits the bar down the middle, offering one stick to Sae. "How long are you staying for?"
Sae accepts it and takes a small bite. "A month."
"Showing your girlfriend around the country?"
"Maybe, but I'm just waiting on my passport."
"Should've done it online, dumbass."
Sae pretends the comment doesn't tick him off. "Why are you asking anyway?"
"Nothing." Rin drops the subject and finishes off his half of the dessert. "You've gotten softer. It's like you're whipped or something."
Sae rolls his eyes and bites off the remaining ice cream on his stick. "What does that mean?"
"It means that if she asked you to do a handstand and sing a song, you'd do it."
Sae finds himself pausing, thinks for a bit, and shrugs. "And that's a bad thing?"
Rin's eyes narrow before racking a hand through his hair. "Actually, forget I said anything."
For a brief second, Sae isn't sure if Rin is annoyed at the fact that he would do all those things for you or if he's annoyed that he didn't know what whipped means. Maybe both.
Rin pushes himself off the wall and starts heading towards the entrance, waving off to you as you lay on the couch, probably scrolling aimlessly on the phone. Before Rin steps out, he whips around and gives Sae a final hard stare.
"If you're ever free, let me know." And before Sae can even respond, he's out the door.
You giggle from the couch at the interaction. "He's cute."
The couch dips slightly as Sae plops down next to you, arms immediately wrapping around your waist and tugging you close to his embrace. "Sometimes weird." He adds.
"By the way," You start in a coy tone. "You're fine with doing all of that?"
Sae presses his lips against your shoulder and hums. "Doing all of what?"
"A handstand and singing me a song." Your grin is so infectious that it's making his heart swell.
"I can do it no problem," Sae replies easily.
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satoruhour · 9 months
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the racer toji smut won’t leave me alone so here is my additional brainrot bc my sister in christ we must suffer together <3
what about fem!reader who’s bf is a total ass bc he dragged her to the races but ignores her for the whole night bc he’s too busy showing off to the other guys and makes fun of her for not knowing shit about cars. she went to support him but he’s being so shitty and she goes to sulk alone near some quiet part.
a little boy comes to join her and he introduces himself as megumi, he hates crowds and loud noises so he sits with reader for a while, until his daddy comes along and his daddy is hot. toji introduces himself, asking what a pretty girl is doing alone in these parts and offers to show her his car but out from nowhere comes slimy bf who just embarrases himself trying to kiss toji’s ass and reader is like i need to break up with him
but ofc toji puts him in his place and tells him his gf is way out his league, and a real man would never leave his girl alone the entire night. it shuts him up fr and toji, megumi and reader leave to go check out some cars bc it’s nice to actually have someone tell you all about the cars instead of being made fun of for not knowing
the rest is obvs history bc megumi loves hanging out with reader and toji can’t keep his eyes off her. and vice versa hehe
a/n: jelly ur mind >>>>> also how did i write a whole FIC about this omfg im sick. i claim i dont like toji then write like this 💀💀 + can u tell how much i love making fun of incompetent men by the way i talk about reader’s shitty boyfriend cause youd be right. i hate men. ✶ / 2.2k
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the stuffy parking lot had been a routine place for you at this point, taking the familiar route past shibuya 109 and into miyamasu-zaka avenue. you’re not entirely pumped to be in the car beside your boyfriend right now, who’s talking loudly and obnoxiously into his phone, but that isn’t what is irking you right now. you’re more worried when you reach there, sure to come face to face with his equally obnoxious friends who just can’t shut up about their cars.
it would be fine if they were being cocky and could back up their modifications and NOS with proper results from racing, but they were all losers, both figuratively and literally. you sigh for the umpteenth time when daisuke asks if you cancelled the dinner with your friends because he was going to celebrate his ‘sure’ win and you stifle the urge to laugh. sometimes you wonder why you’re still here.
“we’re here babe, c’mon, get out. i’ll go park the car and come back to get you,” as daisuke tells you this, he’s patting your thigh like you’re a dog, smiling his stupid smile and your brows knit together.
“can’t you just drive to wherever you’re parking?”
“ahh… no can do, baby — my parking’s somehow better when you’re not stressin’ me out in the passenger seat.” what were you doing dating a man who couldn’t even park? you groan into your hands, picking up your bag and exiting the vehicle, making sure to slam the door extra hard even if you’ll be getting a lecture later about harming his ‘baby’.
he’s perfectly fine watching your tantrum and doesn’t say anything except for continuing to smile, driving off without a care as he looks for a parking spot. thankfully you could save your face a little, since you were still early to the meet, a minimal amount of people lingering around the abandoned parking lot in their miniskirts and tights and tramp stamps — a look you definitely would’ve loved to try out if not for your boyfriend telling you you can’t show off your legs.
it’s like he has some personal vendetta against you, but really you think it’s just because he saved you from an unfavourable situation before and while at the time you expressed mutual feelings for him, he just might be holding you hostage with that favour he did for you, unconsciously feeling terrible if you were to leave him.
a few minutes pass, and then ten, and you’re waiting for a full fifteen minutes against a wall, all the while the classic crowd of tokyo is trickling into the car park, cars driving in slowly and you’re dreading every time someone enters, sure that you’re being judged for being daisuke’s significant other. and when the waiting time finally hits twenty, you’re taking matters into your own hands and turning the corner where he drove.
just to see him conversing with his loser friends who were already somehow there, showing off their own cars which they spent money on for nothing and laughing up a storm. you lug your body over, because while you were still somehow okay with daisuke, you couldn’t stand his friends.
“babe! ah, my bad, should’ve texted you that the boys were already here and that i was with ’em,” his affection was limited to just a hand on your waist, not wanting to look like a softie in front of them, “we were just talking about our updated NOS, or ‘nitrous oxide system’ for my cute baby who couldn’t remember it the first time.”
all you can do is burn in embarrassment as they laughed, ridiculing you for the mistake you made ages ago about the terminology of street racing that sometimes you couldn’t exactly grasp. you did your best each time, sometimes googling things about racing that you wouldn’t know otherwise, but because it was still pretty illegal in japan, it was difficult to find the specific terms they used. but with how much your boyfriend teaches you (as condescending as it was), you probably could’ve written an essay.
and it wasn’t a one-time thing either, from smacking your hand off the stick shift to pestering you about closing the car door more gently, you’re soon to reach your limit.
“yeah, i know what a NOS is, bitch.” you mumble under your breath, turning away from him as he continued joking with his boys before one of them shouted out someone else’s name, hiroshi, you heard and they all pile over each other like excited dogs, seeing his new and improved Mitsubishi Eclipse, a bright, striking green and your boyfriend follows them easily.
throughout the different races of the evening and the excitement, you’re left chasing after your boyfriend who can’t help but sidle up to different racers and their cars, and the dreaded situation you hoped wouldn’t arise, did. daisuke loved asking you questions with confusing numbers and letters, and then laughed in your face when you picked the wrong option.
so when he asked you whether a L72 or a 327 small-block was better for his sorry excuse of a Camaro from 1981, you answered that you knew they had used 327s for Yenko Camaros, but without the knowledge they had discontinued it since it wasn’t optimal performance for the car. “yeah, no, darlin’, they already stopped it and switched to big-blocks after ’69… i thought i taught you this!”
with lips pressed tightly together, you find that you hardly want to be here any longer, body turning hot with shame and tears prickling at your eyes. you don’t chase after daisuke when he walks off and nudges hiroshi about your limited knowledge about cars, hands clenching and unclenching into fists before you’re tugged gently on your jacket sleeve.
in front of you is a young boy, playing with his fingers shyly with a head full of messy black hair and strong features that scrunch up into an anxious expression and you’re squatting and wondering what business a young boy like him had in scenes like this before he’s explaining how he hates the loud music and noises of metal against metal and the sound of tires.
you frown, understanding him immediately as you ask if you can hold his hand to which he nods, “what’s your name, sweetheart?”
“fushiguro… megumi,” he mumbles, flinching when there’s an erupt of cheers from the concluding race.
“oh, honey, let’s go,” you squeeze his hand in solidarity, “let’s sit far away from the action, okay? you like music?”
megumi sniffles a little and nods again, calming down the further he is from all the cars, sitting down on the curb in an area where there’s fewer racers, it being a deadend for the route. soon, you’re fishing out your earphones to insert into his ears, playing a few favourites of yours at a softer volume to drown out the noise of the cars. you’re content to find someone as clueless as you in this whole thing, even if the other was a child, and you almost want to chastise his parents for leaving him so vulnerable in a place like this when said parent is looking left and right, jogging while looking for his son.
“that’s my dad…” megumi mumbles with hope in his voice as the man starts to call out for him, expression morphed into worry from the moment he looked down from his car to find megumi gone. the boy’s hands you back your earphones with a slight smile and a ‘thank you’ before running off, and you’re lunging forward just to make sure he’s safe, running a little behind him while he navigates his father’s voice. it seems like he doesn’t have much care for the loud noises when his dad is finally in view because he speeds immediately into his arms before a tall man comes into view, and you’re blessed with seeing this hot-ass dad in a baggy long-sleeved top.
“hey… thank you for lookin’ out for the kid. i’m fushiguro toji,” toji nods towards you in acknowledgement, looking past your face after appreciating it before glancing down to your figure. “what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?”
megumi who was propped up against his shoulder opts to cling to his father’s neck, hiding from the rest of the world while you walk slowly alongside the man, fingers thumbing the strap of your bag to keep your grounded. you were quick to explain that you were here because of your boyfriend, and you swear a glint of disappointment flashed in his eyes, but you don’t give it much thought because soon the man himself is running up to you with a renewed sense of confidence.
it was probably because toji was here; and sure, you knew about fushiguro toji and how much your boyfriend loved him, but you didn’t know how popular he could get, drawing countless pairs of eyes to your interaction. 
“hi! hi, fushiguro toji right?” and you’re already ready for the clownery to start when he opens his mouth, “i’m wakashita daisuke, big fan! any chance you’ll get back into racing?” daisuke is spouting so much shit you can’t even bear to look up but there’s one sentence that has got toji riled up, using just one hand to threaten your boyfriend who looks scared out of his mind. “you’d look so good with a Ford Mustang too, why don’t you sell off that old Corvette you’ve got—”
and soon toji is clutching onto the collar of his shirt, easily pulling him off the ground as the people surrounding you laugh and whoop. seems like you weren’t the only one who hated him.
“that Corvette means something to me, not like that piece of junk you call your Camaro. and at least i treat my car better than how you treat your girlfriend,” he spits the word like it’s venom, “who you can’t even respect as a person.”
daisuke is plopped onto the floor, but toji easily backs him up with a finger to his chest, “laughing like an idiot when she doesn’t know about engines and then saying you taught her — that would reflect your efforts as a teacher, wouldn’t it?” the man smirks when your boyfriend stutters out his answer, the crowd oooh-ing like it’s a free show.
“and then you leave her stranded for the whole night to hang with your boys, in a place where she’s uncomfortable and vulnerable. but you couldn’t give a shit, can’t you? you’re too busy sucking your friends’ cocks to notice.” there’s howls of laughter now (you can’t help but let out a giggle too) with how ruthless toji is being, all the while having a kid on his shoulder, but you imagine megumi is used to these types of altercations by now.
toji leans down to spit in his face, “you disrespect a woman in my eyes, you’re a joke to me.”
he just rolls your eyes, heading off from your stupid boyfriend and toji fully expects you to follow, beckoning you to go with him when you stay rooted. “c’mon, don’t mind him. he didn’t deserve you.” toji mutters, pressing a kiss to megumi’s temple as he leads you away from the scene silently, and you leap at the opportunity to thank him immediately.
“to be fair… i did all the research for my boyfriend,” toji interrupts with ex-, and you laugh, “yeah, ex-. but i’m not entirely opposed to learning about cars. they seem kinda cool.”
“is this your way of telling me you want me to teach you?” what’s a little flirting with a guy, anyway? even the other said it himself, daisuke didn’t deserve you. you nod with a sheepish smile, petting megumi’s head when he rouses from his dad’s shoulder, heart warming at how the young boy shoots you a gleaming smile.
toji shrugs with a little chuckle, “sure.” he’s keen on showing you his Chevrolet Corvette at the other end of the parking lot first, telling you about the specifications and the modifications he made for it to be suitable for drifting. he explains how his Corvette had to be converted to a rear-wheel-drive car, or a RWD to support the heavy stress on the back wheels to make a successful drift turn.
toji tells you the differences between a clutch kick and a shift lock and how to sustain a drift on a sharp turn, excited at finally finding someone who didn’t have a clue about racing. he even offers to show you, but you’re a little too intimidated by being in the passenger seat with him, especially when it’s going at high speeds.
“maybe another day,” you offer and toji picks up on your insinuation, trying to stifle at grin that maybe this attraction wasn’t one-sided. he liked the way you talked to megumi, he liked the way you intently listened about his love for cars, and he couldn’t wait to get you in his car with a hand to your thigh.
“i’ll hold you to your offer, darlin’.” the name sounded so much better coming from his mouth, an attractive smile lining his face before he offered his free arm for you to hang on, gasping silently when you felt how toned his arm was. oh, the late night thoughts you already knew you were gonna have…
“i’ll tell you about the other cars here, let’s go.”
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hungryhornet · 1 month
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hii! so this idea...
Syzoth / Smoke (whoever you feel like fits here better, since both of them can turn invisible) x reader of whatever gender you prefer (can be Gn as well)
in a scenario where he knows reader for a bit and he knows where reader lives.
he is chased by someone and he decides to break into your house and hide in your bathroom, sitting in the corner, still invisible, and reader (not seeing him) walks into the bathroom to take a shower...
[you can do literally whatever you want with this idea, you can also turn it down if you don't want to write this one it's fine :) have a nice day!]
i lowkey got carried away with it...
kiss it better
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Pairing/s: Tomas Vrbada (Smoke) x Gn!Reader Warning/s: none, you're shorter than him, just some romantic fluff, pure fluff, tending wounds, blood and injuries Word Count: 3.5k
Summary: Tomas seeks refuge in your home. Author's note: THIS WAS SUCH A WHOLESOME IDEA OMG AAAHHHHH tysm for this request anon ! i this is pure fluff but im making a smut scenario in drafts in case teehee i hope it lived up to your expectations hehe :>>
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the bottom half of the window softly thumped against its frame as tomas carefully pushed its lift up before weakly crawling his way inside, then slowly pulled it back down to close and made sure to secure it with its lock in place.
tomas slumps against the wall in exhaustion, taking off his mask, as he pants out deep steady breaths in order to collect himself from the adrenaline of the chase. he prayed and hoped that they lost interest in spending the entire blizzard night hunting him down until now━he didn't want to put you at such risk, tomas knew that. however, if he continued on, the spectacles of snow within the blizzard would devour him whole and he'd eventually succumb to its freezing hands of death as he'd slowly bleed out.
the smoke that concealed him flickered due to the fluctuating leftover strength tomas had. the man had no clue on what to do next, he could barely stand and walk normally anymore--the strains of sprinting for hours crashing down on their nerves. but he had to try.
he did not even know what room he broke into for a moment, but as soon as an aroma of shampoo, bubble bath, and body wash surrounded his nasal senses he immediately understood that he stumbled into your bathroom. an chuckle escaped his lips as a smidge of embarrassment blurred his mind.
and it was about to get worse.
the look of fear and anxiety consumed every bit of tomas' face and conscious mind as he suddenly heard the light pitter-patter of feet against a wooded floor as you entered the room right at the other side of the door. your humming got closer to the bathroom that tomas attempted to hurriedly stand but his body seemed to not cooperate due to the injuries he had, so he shuffled and dragged himself to a corner beside a large cabinet that was facing the tub.
finally the door swings open, revealing you. tomas' eyes widened and his face blushed furiously as he was greeted by your figure clad in nothing but a thick white towel. in tomas' perspective, the radiant beauty that adorned you did not change the last time he was here and he felt the butterflies that occupied his gut aggressively flap their wings. to save his sanity, he quickly turned away and eyes wandered around the room instead.
he did another glance at you when he noticed that your steps were slow and steady as you entered the bathroom, your focus was preoccupied with a wooden clipboard in one hand and a pen twirling between your fingers in the other. unfortunately, it seemed like it slipped tomas' mind that he was still concealed in his smoke because you didn't notice him right away when you put your clipboard away and walked towards the filled-up tub.
you let out a breath of relief, "what a day..." beginning to loosen the towel off of you.
if the sight of you the last thing he ever saw as he slowly bled to death, then consider him the luckiest man that ever lived. however, kuai would knock him right on the head if he was here. have some decency tomas, he thought kuai would say. tomas wouldn't go out like this, not now.
he tried calling out your name but it came out in a pained grunt which you didn’t seem to hear since you busied yourself with pouring out the necessary bathtub essentials into the warm water.
so he tried again, a little louder now which caused him to cough out.
the sound of a rough croak from behind you sent a cold chill down your spine. you thought about sprinting out of here but fear stuck your feet tightly to the ground and froze your arms still, you literally couldn’t move even an inch of any of your limbs.
continued creeping groans and an eerie mumured voice calling out your name drained the color of your skin to a ghost white, was this how you’ll die?
"h-hello? i don't know who you are but y-you should know i will not hesitate to k-kick your ass." your tone came out confident but there was no way to hide the trembling fear you were feeling.
with a yell, you quickly turned to face your mysterious intruder but was met with a familiar face.
"t-tomas?!" fear and hostility are then replaced with panic as his bloodied slumped-up form weakly waves at you, "oh my gods, h-hold on! are you okay?!"
tomas could only let out a soft chuckle, "never better..."
you quickly wrap yourself back in a towel before putting one of tomas' arms across your shoulder and carried━dragged━him to your bedroom. the struggle of dragging a man almost twice your size was not a joke, his thick physique had you panting deep breaths and your knees faltering that you almost dropped him. he did try his best in attempts to keep himself up and walk, but every step he took stung the agonizing wound sliced across his abdomen. his groans of pain stabbing you a million times in the gut as he conceals the excruciating pain surging through his body.
when you got to your bed, you laid the bloodied lin kuei ninja on top and took one of your head pillows to place underneath tomas' head. not giving the slightest care if the sheets were stained in crimson red, you had other important things to worry about.
you quickly rummaged through your drawers to search for something easy to wear━it was definitely widely inappropriate for you to tend to a patient with nothing but a small towel wrapped around your body. after settling for a large shirt and light boxer shorts, you ran back to the bathroom to change into them and grabbed your first aid box hidden under the sink. the panic sunk deep in you that it caused anxious thoughts to sprint within the confines of your mind, but you stayed calm and composed so as to not stress out the patient bleeding out on your bed.
"okay tomas, just lay still for me. im gonna strip your uniform off for a bit," you hastily said as you exit the bathroom and plopped down beside tomas' body, "i need to see the wound."
tomas grunted with a nod before your hands shakily tried to strip off his clothes, you aided in carefully untying his belts and slipping his arms out from the sleeveless holes of his grey garb. however, as you turn away for a bit to get your medical kit, he attempts to sit up to toss his blood-stained top off the bed, but in doing so, tomas feels a sharp pain surge through that causes him to cry out through gritted teeth and flop back down with a curse.
"hey, i said lay still. you need to preserve your energy." you quickly turned back to him and muttered in worry, gently caressing his cheek, "just don't worry tomas, let me do it now."
he groans and coughs as he lies still on the mattress, a feeling of guilt flowing through his veins for disturbing you this late at night and soiling your crips white sheets in blood. tomas also noticed how tired you looked, the effects of sleep deprivation evident in your face. as much as he would like to make small talk with you to keep both your minds at ease, the wounds were too open and excruciating to allow him to speak straight coherent sentences━let alone a few words. he felt so powerless at this moment.
as you finally peel the last layer of his clothing, you let out a gasp as your eyes study every stab wound, and scratch littered across his body, the mixture of both fresh and dried blood surrounding his wounds. but your heart sinks as they trail down and land on the large gaping gashes on his abdomen━ultimately caused by swords, you conclude to yourself.
"by the gods, tomas... what happened..." you murmured under your breath while taking a wet towel to clean off the blood.
tomas turned his head to face you, his eyes half-lidded due to the pain, and mumbled out, "bi han..."
"bi han?" your eyes-widened in surprise, he did this? to his own brother? you had so many questions, but it was best to save them for later, "tell me everything after we clean this wound tomas. it's okay."
you lovingly thread your fingers in his hair which, to your surprise, he automatically purrs and leans into. his action melted your soul and molded it again a thousand times. tomas' eyes do not waver from you as you pull your hand away from his tresses to continue cleaning his wounds.
despite only meeting you a few times before, there was a prominent aspect about you that had tomas' heartstrings tugging him closer towards you━there was always a need to be close to you or see you again. even kuai and bi han seemed to notice his obvious feelings, from the stories tomas would tell them before.
once the stains of blood around his wounds were all wiped off, surgical needles and threads occupied the side of you as you carefully analyzed the open and exposed flesh that was scarring his abdomen, it was such a miracle he didn't black out from it. you grab a handful of your rare herbs and disinfectant solutions, to thoroughly flush out any bacteria that entered his torn skin, and mix them inside a wooden mortar and then onto soft cotton-like cloths.
you mumble out apologies every time tomas hisses from the cold stinging sensation of the medicines.
"you're going to have to spend the night here, tomas." you asked as you were worried he might need to leave so suddenly and with such serious injuries.
tomas shook his head, "i was supposed to meet up with kuai at the end of this forest. he said that we'd see each other sooner or later, maybe i'll look for a village nearby to see if he's there."
"this forest stretches for miles, tomas, you won't find the end in a day. it'd be best if you rest and heal first." didn't he see that he was in no condition to even move the slightest bit? you grabbed your surgical needle and looped in the thread in the hole, "im sure kuai and the rest are seeking shelter far elsewhere from here. you don't have to rush, they'll understand."
internally, tomas just didn't want to burden you with the circumstances of his injured state that's why he settled to travel to another place. however, you were right. who knows how long he'd find kuai and not bleed out in the winter. he let out a sigh before nodding, "i guess you're right. i just didn't want to be a bother."
his pure kind-hearted soul had you in such awe that you gave him a soft smile, "you know it's perfectly fine tomas, you're never a bother. i enjoy your company."
this got the man blushing before clearing his throat, "i.. uh.. im glad. i honestly wouldn't know what to do without you. i guess that's why i always managed to stumble my way here." a taunting answer, perhaps he hopes too much to see a slight shift in your expression that maybe you'd get what he meant.
to his dismay, you only shook your head, "well, it's not so hard to find." a straight short answer, "i'll be stitching you up now."
a silence falls upon you both as you tend to sew his cut shut while his eyes busied themselves admiringly studying the side features of your face. it had truly been too long since he had last seen you and yet the way you looked still managed to take his breath away; the moonlight shone radiantly against the surface of your skin resulting in a sea of glitter glimmering within, the way you still cutely bite your lower lip as you focus on ensuring his wound is secured beneath the black threads of stitches.
stitch after stitch after stitch, you observe and inspect the firmness of every loop you make before moving on to puncture in the next. the entire time you're doing this, you could feel the burning stare of tomas' eyes on you and his fingertip casually grazing the bareness of your thigh.
"im always amazed with how your body can endure these types of slashes," you try to make conversation mid-way into stitching, "well then again, what do i know of lin kuei training."
tomas gave a small shrug, "i guess that's the only good thing to come out after years of being bi han's punching bag."
a disgusted scowl reached your face, "he truly lives up to his name. sub-zero... always such a cold heart." you angrily tugged the thread through tomas' flesh before beginning another one.
he nodded with a dejected sigh, "you know despite everything, i still looked up to him. even as he betrayed us and slashed kuai's eye, we believed that we could bring him back."
you abruptly stopped as he mentioned that. although it didn't really come as a surprise that bi han eventually succumbed to his selfish ambitions, you still felt a sorrowful pain that he'd go as far as harming his own family.
another wave of silence engulfs you both as the downcast distant emotion fills his irises, you hold your tongue from asking any more questions. however, in the moment of such, you slowly trailed your hand to his--you hook your pointer finger around his to which he tenses for a moment before curling his right back. it may not be a grand gesture of acknowledgment but it was a way of saying you were there for him. he knew that. after a while, you finish up the last stitch in a firm knot and apply healing cream along the reddened closed flesh, then to his other scratches and cuts.
to his disappointment, you eventually pulled your hand off of his to grab rolls of bandages to protect his healing wounds.
"so what do you and kuai plan to do now?" you were curious as to how they'd recover from this, they ran this far and had gone through too much.
tomas relaxes as the comforting embrace of the rough dressing wraps around him, "kuai has plans to make a new clan that will live up to the traditions and honors that bi han so carelessly dismissed."
a proud smile curled into your lips, "that's great to hear. maybe you'll find one just close by so i can come to visit you both." meaning as a joke but you could see tomas intentionally swallowing that in.
"i could take you with me." his tone filled with hope once again, just as long as you were near him.
quickly shook your head, was it truly hard for you to believe in his words? what even awaited you out here, besides a few travelers passing by and long isolations? are you just this complicated to figure out?
yes.
"ahem, i'll pray that you and kuai liang will succeed in creating a new clan." you softly said as your hands delicately wrapped the bandages around his abdomen, "you both deserve better than that. i am sorry that happened."
tomas sighed before giving you the sweetest smile, "thank you, that means a lot to us."
"if you ever need me, i'll always be here for you both." you finish dressing his wound, and subconsciously move your hands to hold his bandaged one, "...always know that."
his face flushes into a cherry red and his gleamful eyes shift on the innocent act of connected hands. words lumped in the middle of his throat and his heart started racing uncontrollably, tomas honestly didn't know what to do but bask in the feeling of skin against skin.
he could tell you how he felt. right then and there, while the opportunity exposed itself. baby steps, tomas... baby steps his internal thoughts thumped in his brain.
you suddenly seem to notice his silence and how he stared at your hand curling around his. warmth surged through your face with a silent gasp before slowly pulling you hand away from his, "uh... just holler out if you need anything." the nerve-wracking feeling still trembling you, "you can take the bed tomas, i'll um... i'll sleep in the living room."
before tomas could say anything, you quickly gathered the medical equipment and sprinted out the door muttering out a soft goodnight and then shutting it close.
as the silence settles, he stares dumbfoundedly at your, now-empty spot next to him━the aroma of an edging confession was all that lingered.
you stood in the kitchen preparing yourself, and maybe tomas if he wants, a nice cup of tea to soothe the events that occurred tonight. your emotions were still rushing through your head as you touched your hand, the tingling nerves in your skin where his palm touched yours caused your face to burst hot once again. what were you even thinking, an internal crisis erupted within your mind.
so distracted by thoughts and such, that you don't notice the shirtless bandaged man leaning on your kitchen doorframe. tomas felt a euphoric wave wash onto the shores of his consciousness as he watched your bewitching figure standing near the stove, waiting for the kettle to scream.
the threads of domesticity were never woven in nor was it ever even planned in tomas' life, and although he didn't mind since the lin kuei life was all he knew, just seeing you like this made him think i don't think i could see a life without you. he's fallen so in love with you, in the short times he's spent with you. maybe after he and kuai officially establish a strong clan, then maybe he'd finally have the courage to say what he needs to say.
his thoughts are abruptly stopped by a loud yelp; you accidentally burnt your hand on the burning hot metal surface of the kettle as you were absentmindedly reaching out for its handle.
tomas quickly sprung to action, taking your burnt hand, which surprised you, "tomas! you should be—"
you were cut off as tomas inspected your hand before leading you to the sink nearby, turning the cold water on, and placing your hand underneath the running water. you hiss in pain as the cool liquid seeps through the burnt cuts.
a comfortable yet awkward silence falls upon you both, eyes fixated on other things. tomas was focused on the sensation of your hand on his once again; basking in how good it felt to be close to you like this as your presence calmed him down. you, on the other hand, admired the soft gaze he held beneath the grey mist of his eyes and the enthralling structure of his face. the flaps of your fluttering heart erupted within the confines of your rib cage.
the squeak of the sink knob breaks you out of your trance and you continue to gently tug your hand out of his—subconsciously knowing you don't want to. however, tomas holds a firm grip.
you watch as tomas grabs the end of a bandage, that snuggly enveloped a wound on his arm, and begins to unwrap it.
“tomas, this is completely unnece—“ you tried to start but were again unable to, as tender lips made contact on your palm.
he held your hand in such a manner that took your breath away, his diligent fingers working on the bandage around your hand. tomas breaks his gaze away from his work to take a glimpse of your face, and he is met with your eyes already staring at him.
"for a doctor, you're not very careful with your surroundings." he makes a light joke and chuckles softly, "your clumsiness was always adorable."
he finishes wrapping your wounded hand, creating a tiny knot with both ends of the bandages. time seemed to go along with the stillness of the winter evening and the solace warmth settling over your rapid heartbeats, both your eyes unmoving from each other. the way tomas cradles your hand in his as if they'd mold into one.
his thumb dancing carefully on the rough surface of the bandage.
"tomas..."
"just be careful next time." he whispers in a yearning breath leaving another tender kiss on your palm that was enough to make your heart leap out of your chest and breath go uneven, before delicately dropping your hand to your side.
with one last longing look, he shook his head and walked towards the kitchen way. his feet hesitant in every step the closer he gets to the exit. you could only watch at a fair distance—seeming like he was miles away now—as he stopped at the doorframe and turned his head to glance over his shoulder.
can you stay? a silent plead hovers over you both, urging.
he breathes out.
"i'll take the couch tonight."
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A/N: oh my gods i apologize this took a bit too long to write uhuhuh my assignments were piling up and it's my midterms this week so akjsahgbdajgdh anyways hope u like it :>>
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critterbitter · 3 months
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What do you know- I'm trying out the askbox *eyes*
anyway I just wanted to say that high-key I think I'd follow any content you make at this point bc your art brings me so much joy. That doesn't tend to happen super often since i am,,,, very much so a hyperfixation-focused person HAHA
regardless I'm not exactly quiet about it but I adore your art and I look forward to each new time you post :D
I WISH i had the capability of pumping out art like you do bc man while I love to draw and have so many ideas all the time picking up the pencil is Hard Dude.
Also! In a recent post you mentioned the whole Twin Dragons AU and HC that people love to have- I'd be super curious as to your opinion on it!
-( ╹▽╹ )
I SEE YOUR TAGS AND IM.
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I’ll have to slow down at some point on that Submas Grind, but the hyperfixation throes are REAL. Thank you for inhabiting the tunnels with me! People that tag and cheer artists on are the real mvps of the art economy.
As for twin dragon aus!
I’ve always seen Emmet as more zekrom esque, and Ingo more reshiram esque. Is it cause the typing matches their starters? Maybe, hehe.
Ultimately though, the guys are too multifaceted for me to easily split them into truth and ideals.
I also see the legendaries as Eldritch Abominations Beyond Understanding, so having the dragons in my iteration become the twins would, uh, have consequences. The funny goofy story would dip into horror territory instead. (Reshiram demands only truths, and anything not Absolute will burn. And zekrom’s ideals are beyond human understanding, and trying to understand the mad tangle of thunder would drive somebody insane.)
(I’m a huge tma fan. Can you see it? Man.)
((Also N’s a scary mofo for summoning reshiram. I’m digging directly into the whole “twin heroes have a civil war and it destroyed unova” backstory that pokemon set up, and the more I think about it the stronger my dread mounts at the idea of Zekrom OR Reshiram casually flying overhead.
But this is also just how I see the legendaries of the pokemon world! Lugia sinks islands. Groudon covers towns. Arceus loves the mortal world, and mourns because its immortality only brings grief. Giritina hates, because it’s the ghostly remains of every one of Arceus’s mistakes given drive, banished into the distortion realm. Normal stuff!)
You sly dog, you got me monologing! But here’s the tldr: Not sure i’ll ever make my own serious Dragon AU that follows my internal world building for pokemon. I’m too attached to my favorite trope: “the smallest people can still initiate the biggest of changes”, and I’m too attached to my other favorite trope: “legendaries are actually gods and you Should Be Frightened.”
So that’s why, in this essay, if the trio gets turned into pokemon, I’d make them route 1 run of the mill rats. Because rats can do whatever they want.
(Plus, patrats and pachirisu aren’t banned from the subway battles last I checked.)
If i had to make a goofy crack dragon au though, I think this would be the result:
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The whole story would just be the trio and historians trying to figure out what the hell the twins got turned into, and concerns of other people becoming pokemon as well. So far, people are convinced they’re a paradox version of an archen. (I mean…)
(Alternate take of THAT, where elesa gets turned into a victini.)
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zan0tix · 2 months
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Pleaseeee tell me more about that homescryption au
A little something between you and me and everyone else who happens to look at this post. Im working on a lineup for the four scrybes :D
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Roxys design is subject to change and you guys have already seen D1rk. Jane and Jake are in progress!!! (Also D1rk and Harley are the names for dirk and jake but weve been struggling to come up with appropriately fantasical/magical names for Jane and Roxy that align with magnificus and grimora😞 Harley feels old-manish enough that it fits in well… im sure well get there but if anybody has ideas feel free to comment ✌️)
But yes i can tell you more!!! ILL PUT IT ALL UNDER THE CUT THIS POST IS GOING TO BE LONG o7
Working with cyrus repliiku to flesh it out x3 he was the one who got me into the game and im CRAZY NOW!!!!
The four alpha scrybes methods of inscribing cards are that Harley uses his magic blunderbuss and the things he shoots become cards, Roxys cards are the fantasical characters she creates in her stories, Jane will be a detective of death, uncovering how cards die and writing up a casefile in her detective agency about them (might give her a magic magnifying glass. Well see), and D1rk were trying to figure out something with Sburbs captcha card + ghost captcha system like how Po3’s cards are printed from real robots
The students/the scrybes underlings are going to be other homestuck characters or splinters!
D1rks will be the robots (aradiabot, arquius (wanted him to me more unique than just brobot + hal so he gets to be a robot) and jadebot.
Harleys will be jake-ish splinters rather than new characters. Thered be the Adventurer (prospector), the Hunter (trapper/trader), the Sailor (angler), the Ectobiologist (mycologists), and the Actor (woodcarver) and his campaigns would be more Action packed like jakes action movies type stuff hehe
Janes will be the dead trolls, nepeta, equius and feferi. Not much to say besides them being dead lol 😭
And roxys were still figuring out but nerm. Viceroy/Casey, Rose (maybe goobert but they are actually nice and kind to her) and Eridan….(lonely wizard he was banished to the shadow realm for being annoying 😁👍)
Luke Carter is going to be Calliope and Satan in the greater scheme of the daniel mullins-verse will be Caliborn/Lord English because i think itd be very funny for him to just. Be making video games and thats his evil plot. LOL and Sado would be Gamzee. (Will not expand to pony island or the hex this is just clearing up the ending of inscryption)
Kaycee would probably be Aranea but like just some normal girl. Not all that sure abt the OLD_DATA tho ??? Maybe just all the wrong doings Lord English has committed and influenced culminated into the files or the code that brought him into the universe I DUNNO.
Retconning the drawing i did when i first scribbled this AU, i believe when harley turns the other scrybes into preexisting cards d1rk would become a seagull (kingfisher replacement) roxy would become a jaguar (wolf replacement) and jane would become a jackalope (pronghorn replacement) 😁
And the way harley would be defeated would be using his blunderbuss on him with a special bullet instead of film. Po3’s decapitation fulfilled the Dirk prophecy too LOL
I think that of the gameplay/card gimmicks themselves would work basically the same but i might try and come up with more creative homestucky twists on them
Im planning on finishing the designs and making sprites and more mockup screenshots :3
I might write up or draw a comprehensive ref sheet for this au someday but for now heres what weve jotted down 👍
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arthenaa · 11 months
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Hi!!!! Can I request Sebastian and maybe ominis reactions to mc being chosen for the Triwizard tournament and mc competing? Kinda angsty more like hurt/comfort? Romantic please 🤭
triwzard tournament reaction: ominis x gn! reader, sebastian x gn! reader
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content warnings: hurt/comfort, argument, boys worry over your well-being, angst. established relationship for sebastian, friends to lovers for ominis, theyre a bit mean on this one
a/n: heya anon! sorry it took awhile but here it is hehe im still not sure if i did it right to be honest. im fairly new to the hp world (even tho i did watch the movies, my knowledge fairly skimmed the surface of how the world works and its lore) anys here ya gooo. grammatical mistakes will be fixed soon sorrz its 3 am.
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Sebastian Sallow
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The moment he heard the headmaster announce your name as the champion for this year's triwizard tournament, he immediately fell silent.
You knew you were supposed to rejoice at the chance of representing your school in a tournament between 3 of Europe's biggest wizarding schools.
But the moment the brunette falls silent beside you, you couldn't help but look at him in concern
It was hard trying to assess the unreadable look on his face with how loud your schoolmates' cheers were.
You could feel Imelda's hands pulling you to stand up and join the other champions but you remain seated, eyes trained on Sebastian.
He finally notices your unmoving figure beside him and sends you a forced smile; encouraging you to take your place with them.
Eventually, you did. Trying to force yourself to be happy for being chosen.
After the headmaster called for a small break to allow the champions to mingle with their peers before the planning of their first task, you immediately went to find the brunette.
You had gone to Ominis first. The blonde told you that Sebastian immediately walked out of the hall right after the announcement but didn't know where. The blonde's guess was that he went to the undercroft.
And so you went to find your boyfriend to get the bottom of his sudden disappearance.
a/n: went hard on this one, was listening to september by sparky deathcap
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"Sebastian." You called out as you entered the undercroft. You immediately spot his figure leaning against one of the pillars, eyes trained on the triptych in front of him. You stand, a few meters from him, hesitant in approaching due to his closed off body language.
He had been like this since the moment you were announced to be Hogwarts' champion for the Triwizard Tournament. It was an expected choice from the public, given your recent feats as a wizard but expecting your young friend to be happy for you—You're instead met with his silence.
You're suddenly aware of the tall and invisible wall that Sebastian had built up between the two of you once again. It happened once and it happened again, but this time it's because of you.
"Sebastian, what's wrong?" You ask calmly as you make slow and careful steps towards the boy. His eyes leave the triptych and now focus on the dusty surface of the floor. He smiles but its not reaching his eyes.
"It's nothing. Congrats." He mumbles, tone forced and stiff. You huff out a sigh as you stand in front of him with head tilted, face confused. Sebastian finally takes the moment to glance at you.
"Seriously? Are we doing this again?" You raise your eyebrows, eyes challenging him. After that thing with Anne and Solomon, Sebastian begun to distance himself around you and Ominis. It was understandable given the severity of his actions but it was ultimately an annoyance you have to deal with when he becomes closed off and reluctant to share his feelings.
It should've been that way. That he should be more open with you now considering what you both went through but apparently, it just hardened that stupid resolve of his.
"What are you— Look, I'm happy for you. Really. What else do you want me to say?" His tone becomes more frustrated and annoyed, your meddling certainly set off a fuse in his brain. You scoff at his indifference to your concern for him.
"I'm not asking about that, Sebastian. I already know you're not happy about it, no matter how many times you say it to my face," You retort, taking a step closer to him. He looks away, face contorted into a cold look. You raise your hand up, index finger pushing his chin to move his face towards yours. Your eyes meet brown. "I'm asking why you're suddenly closed off and angry about it. You left the hall out of nowhere, for Merlin's sake."
Silence lapses between the two of you as he looks at your eyes with a range of emotions. First it was indifference, then sadness, then desperation then finally, anger. He pushes your hand from his chin, stepping back as he runs his palm across his face.
"Sebastian—"
"Did you really have to put your name in the Goblet of Fire?" He asks, voice wavering as he look up at you through his lashes. You heave a sigh, licking your lips as you're unable to answer his question.
It takes a while for you to answer but you did.
"Professor Weasley thought of me to be a great representative, Sebastian." You try to reason with him, watching as he paces back and forth. His hands become obsessively occupied with his hair, fingers running back and forth his curls that you have the urge to calm them down but then he suddenly stops to look at you with such misguided anger, you had to take a step back to fully process it.
"But did you really have to?" Sebastian asks once more but this time his tone was evident of irritation. "Y/N, you're threading on very dangerous waters. You've barely been accustomed to living here and yet—"
"Are you saying I can't handle it?" You raise an eyebrow at him, disbelief in his lack of trust on you. His shoulders lower as he raises his head to look up at the ceiling before raising his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. It was a habit he often did whenever he was exhausted or not in the mood. "Do you not trust me?"
Your heart begins to fill with heavy feelings.
"Stop putting words in my mouth," He snaps as turns around, hand rubbing his chin as he paces a few meters away from you.
"Really? Cause it very well sounds like you don't," Your voice begins to shake but you will yourself not to break in front of him. Suddenly, guilt and regret fills your body, an effect of Sebastian's irritation with your decision to join the Triwizard Tournament. You wanted to join and you knew you could handle yourself well. It was just so mind boggling that the moment you saw Sebastian's disapproving face that it would suddenly affect your decision altogether. But alas, you were already chosen and it was too late to back out now. "I can handle myself very well. Need I remind you of the things that I've done in the past few months? I even defeated you in DADA—"
"That's not what this is about, for fucks sake, Y/N!" He yells all of a sudden that it causes you to flinch. The emotions you've been repressing suddenly began to start rising. You fall silent, hands curled into fists to stop yourself from bawling in front of him. "This is more than that measly fucking battle we had back then. You don't realize what you're getting yourself into and it's killing me."
You couldn't understand why he was like this. If he only just told you why, you would certainly understand.
You bite your lip as thoughts began to fill up your mind. You felt pathetic and pitiful. You felt as if you've disappointed him and you knew that this was something that should've never bothered you but this was your boyfriend. The person you expected to support you first amongst a sea of people. It didn't hurt wanting a bit of validation from him.
You didn't realize that the waterworks had already started to fall until you notice Sebastian's face soften at you. He moves towards you with haste, hands cupping your face to wipe the tears that continuously poured down your face. "Merlin, I didn't mean to— Fuck, I-I'm sorry."
You push his hands away as your face contorted into a look of anguish. "Why? Why do you always do this?"
"I-I don't—"
"Why do you always close yourself off? To Ominis, to Anne. To me?" You whisper, eyes swollen and red from crying. "You put a wall around yourself before I can even have the chance to understand why. You don't want to make me understand you, Sebastian."
He falters in front of you, eyes brimming with tears as he hesitantly reaches to grasp your robes. He finds comfort in the fact that he's still able to reach for you even if it's just the material of your cloak.
"I won't be able to understand why you're so angry about this." You continue, sniffling as he looks down in shame. "I'm one fucking person. I can't read your mind."
"I know that—"
"Then fucking tell me what's wrong?!" You yelled in frustration. He flinches at your tone, eyes looking up at you in surprise. You take a step closer, grasping his face in your hands. "You have to tell me what you're feeling, love. Tell me so that I can understand, please."
You trail off as a tear escapes your eye. He licks his lips as his eyebrows furrow in contemplation. He heaves out a shaky sigh before leaning into your touch.
"I'm scared," He starts off, voice small and weak. "The Triwizard Tournament is dangerous and things can happen unexpectedly, Y/N. People died because of it."
Your eyes are trained on him as tears began pouring down his face. He holds your hands on his face, grip tight and desperate.
"I'm scared you'll get hurt because of something or someone and I won't be there to—" He cuts himself off, letting out a sob. "No one can help you in there, Y/N. Back then with Ranrok, I didn't feel like this because me and the others were there. But this, this is different."
Your face falls with realization as he takes a step forward to press his forehead against yours.
"I-I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you. I can't. I can't—"
You cut him off as you lift yourself up on your toes to press your lips against his. He immediately returns the kiss, allowing you to pull him close as you feel the taste of your tears on his lips.
There's no passion or lust evident in the kiss. It was only a silent communication between the two of you. Sebastian pours his unsaid feelings through the press of his lips against yours and you receive it wholeheartedly as you return his kiss. Right now, it was just you two. Sebastian and Y/N. Just two people trying to understand each other's emotions and feelings.
You're the first one to pull away. You look up at him with fond eyes. "Thank you for telling me."
He nods in understanding. "I'm sorry."
You shake your head, smiling as you watch a pout form on his lips. Unable to control yourself, you place a chaste kiss on his lips, giggling as the corners of his lips quirk up to a subtle smile.
"You're right. I'm sorry I made you feel like I didn't trust you." He mumbles, eyes trained on you.
"It's okay. I understand why you're so upset but the Professors reassured that things will be safe this time." You smile, rubbing your thumbs softly against his cheeks. "You've seen me take down a grown ass troll, I'm sure I can take whatever's waiting for me in the tournament."
He chuckles at your joking tone before nodding and pulling you into a hug. He pulls you tight against him, basking in your presence.
"Just be careful." He whispers against your hair. Your arms tighten around him. "I love you."
"I love you too."
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After that drama shit, this mans whole ass is your cheer team
Imelda thinks its annoying but let the man be
He's there every step of the way and you always found comfort in knowing that he was there supporting you
When you win the Triwizard cup, he's all over you.
good luck
just sebastian being proud of his lover <3
Ominis Gaunt
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MANS TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM PUTTING YOUR NAME IN THE GOBLET OF FIRE
he was already so adamant on not letting you join
but sebastian was your bro and you really wanted to join so you two teamed up to slip your name in
surprise surprise, ominis was not happy
The moment the headmaster called out your name, Ominis walked out of the hall
it certainly got looks from your friends and housemates but you only willed yourself to stand up and walk to where the rest of the champions were staying
a bad feeling was stirring in your gut as you stood beside the other participants
After the headmaster had declared a feast to celebrate the announcement of the champions, you immediately went to Sebastian who met you with a guilty look on his face
"Go to him." Sebastian smiles, patting you arm. He mentioned to you that Ominis barely acknowledged him when he tried to convince the young Gaunt to be happy for you being chosen.
You immediately go towards where you'll expect him to be
When you go inside the undercroft, Ominis immediately sets off
"Some gall you have to show up here." Ominis could be very well seething at you from his spot by one of the pillars. He has his hands crossed over his chest, wand on one of his hands as he leans back against the rough surface.
You nod in understanding as you stand in front of him, hands wringing each other out in nervousness.
"Listen, Ominis—"
"No, you listen here." He removes himself from the pillar and walks toward you in long strides by the guide of his wand. You stumble back in surprise as he stops in front of you. "You and Sebastian are absolute fucking idiots. The Triwizard Tournament isn't something that the two of you could play around with. It isn't a fucking playground, Y/N."
Your heart stings at the harshness of his words.
"W-we're not playing around, Ominis. You know me, I can do this—" You try to reason with him but he only scoffs at your face.
"Really? 'Cause it sure doesn't look like it when you both were sniggering beside me. You think I wouldn't notice?" His voice had become emotionless and harsh to the point that you couldn't even recognize the man before you. You feel a lump in your throat, trying your best to keep it down as you feel your emotions slowly affecting your mind. "I'm very well aware of what you can do but that's not what this is about. For once, can you both take this fucking seriously?"
You feel your heart ache once more.
"We knew you wouldn't agree to it. What were we supposed to do?" You try to overpower his voice but his domineering aura only weakened your resolve. Damn you for having too much of a soft spot for Ominis.
"Right. Cause I know my thoughts matter least to Sebastian." He responds, bitterly. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion at the sudden mention of your best friend.
"I was the one who wanted to join— Why are you bringing Sebastian into this?" You question his sudden hostility towards the Sallow boy. The brunette hadn't even done anything but support you in your decision to enter. Well, he did distract Ominis so that you could put your name in but he didn't do anything worthy to be put in a bad light by Ominis.
"You sure? Cause it looks like this was a shared decision between the two of you. Encouraged you well, I assume?" Ominis has a snarky tone in his voice that a left a bad taste on your tongue. You couldn't allow this.
"Ominis, Sebastian is my best friend—"
"I'm your best friend too!" His voice suddenly raised causing you to flinch. He pants in anger before looking away in shame. "I at least expected that you would've thought over it but the way you tried to sneak behind me to put your name in the goblet just doesn't hit right with me, Y/N."
You fall silent at his confession. You were scared of his reaction if you told him that you really wanted to join. Out of the two, Ominis was the one you desired hearing validation from. You suppose it's because of your crush on him for the past few months but the young Gaunt was always an exceptional wizard. You were amazed by his adaptability in sensing his surroundings through magic as well as his overall, magical prowess. You hoped that Ominis would at least understand you by now.
"I'm sorry. I didn't take your feelings to account, I—" You cut yourself off as a sob threatened to leave your mouth. Tears had began pouring down your face and you had to cover your mouth so that Ominis wouldn't suspect thing.
You clearly had bad judgement.
"Oh, darling." He whispers as he walks up to you and embraces you in his arms. This time, you couldn't help the hiccups and sobs escaping your mouth as you pull him close. Ominis caresses your head with soft pets while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.
"I-I didn't mean to—"
"Shh. No, it's okay." He mumbles as he feels for your face, softly wiping it with his sleeve. He smiles as he gently sees you with his touch, his thumb rubbing your cheeks then your nose then eyes then your lips.
You blush at the sudden feeling and before you could ask about the sudden touch, Ominis speaks.
"I-I was worried. The Triwizard Tournament isn't exactly safe as it sounds. There are cases of badly hurt students or even some that resulted in death. The worse part is that outside help isn't allowed at all and I'm scared that you'll get hurt and no one's there to help you." He whispers as his thumb moves back to rub softly against your cheek. He takes a moment to lick his lips in contemplation. "I'm sorry. I was being an asshole. You're dear to me, Y/N. More than Sebastian. I just don't want to see you get hurt."
Your cheeks heat at the insinuation of his words. You stare at his face riddled with worry and concern. You're suddenly overcome with the urge to kiss him for his concern for your well-being. You admit, you had both gone over this the wrong way but you now know that his anger was for the right reasons. So you let yourself be guided by your heart.
Unable to help yourself, you grab his robes and lift yourself on your toes to press a fast kiss on his lips. The blonde stutters at the sudden feeling of your lips against his, not able to process it properly with how fast you pulled away. His cheeks heat up to a rosy tint. You smile at his flustered expression.
"Do it again." He whispers, leaning down towards you. You giggle as he tries to find your lips. Deciding to let the poor boy have what he wants, you pull him down to your lips to meet his in a sweet kiss.
The young Gaunt smiles as he pulls you close by your waist. It's soft, sweet, and gentle; A perfect exchange of your unspoken feelings for one another. You pull away softly, leaning your forehead against his.
"I'm sorry that I had carelessly ignored what you felt. I was scared that you'd be disappointed in me but I really want to do this, Ominis." You explain as you cup his cheeks, placing yet another peck on his lips. He smiles softly at the affection. "I'll be careful. I trust the headmasters to keep us safe. You know they will."
Ominis sighs before pulling you into a hug. You wrap your arms around him, feeling his tight grip around you. He lets out a shaky breath on his position on your neck.
"You have to come back to me." He mumbles quietly, basking in your presence. You would almost miss it but how could you when your undivided attention was always focused on this man.
You smile, feeling your heart warm up at the thought of coming back in his arms.
"I will."
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mans was not as loud as sebastian but he was always there to watch you
always has sebastian communicating to him about what happened to you and stuff
just an overall worried bf that continues to support you
after you won the triwizard tournament, he was all smiley smiley and telling you hes so proud of you and that youre the best and that ofc you would win cause he never doubted your abilities (just worried youd get hurt)
overall hes the best and just concerned abt your well being
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A/N: TADAH ITS DONE !!! they were both a bit of an asshole but its bc they care about u 🥺🥺🥺 anys lmk your thoughts hehe
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falling in love at a coffee shop pt. 3 [ELLIE W]
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summary: watching movies with your favorite barista was never easier
genre: fluff/angst
wc: 1.9k
a/n: thank you guys for loving this! i don't feel as if im too good at telling stories but im glad you guys enjoy it hehe sorry if i missed anyone on the tags as well!!!!
part two
Who even knew video stores were still a thing? You surely didn't think they were — you were almost certain they died out in the late 2000s with the rise of streaming services. Every store around town seemed to be shuttered up. But Ellie, being the cool girl she is, somehow knows of a still operating movie store. You have to admit, putting in a DVD somehow feels cooler than pulling it up on Netflix. There was something about the sound of the DVD player that made you a little giddy. The giddiness was totally not because of the girl standing in front of you.
Totally not.
She raises her eyebrows when the tray slides back into her DVD player, "Super cool, huh? Feels... retro." She lets out a shaky breath while rubbing the back of her neck. She makes her way over to the couch — plopping down, making your body slide closer to her. Her scent fluttered over your nose. She smelled woody and like coffee.
On brand.
You still couldn't believe you were sitting in Ellie's living room. The room smelled similar to her minus the coffee smell. The room wasn't necessarily tidy but it wasn't overly dirty. There wasn't trash everywhere but random trinkets were scattered over the surfaces. There were hoodies thrown over the backs of chairs and a couple of empty water bottles on her coffee table. Lived in is what you would describe it as. There were a couple of picture frames on a mantel above her TV but the room was too dark to make out the figures. 
"I haven't watched anything on DVD in like, I don't know, years." You let out a small laugh as the home screen pulls up. It was a movie you have never heard of, but it looked similar to Star Wars. Grand music filled the room before she turned the sound down a bit. 
Ellie nods at your words, "I love it," You turn your head to look at her. There was a giddy look in her eyes you have never seen before, "Going to the video store is, like, my number one hobby."
You laugh at the ridiculousness of that statement, "What about making coffee?" 
Ellie clicks the 'Play Movie' option and a bright light flashes over her face as the commercials play before the movie. You forgot movies used to have commercials even on the home versions. 
She rolls her eyes playfully at your question, "Making coffee is my job. Even though I love it, I definitely don't want to think of it once I'm out of there."
"I get that." 
A comfortable silence falls between the two of you. It's hard not to stare at her through your peripheral. All you wanted to do was stare at her. You feel her legs pressed against yours, her legs spread a little more than yours. You take in a deep breath so you don't freak out at the contact. 
God, is this middle school? 
You shift your eyes slowly over to her figure, just wanting to take a tiny little peek. She was too pretty not to look at. It wasn't weird to look casually, right? When your eyes connect with hers, though, you rip them away while you blink rapidly. 
Shit, she was already looking? 
A pounding feeling against your chest makes it nearly impossible to focus on the now-playing movie. A spaceship rips through outer space as the main actor barks orders at his crew on the ship. Techno music plays in the background. You had no clue what was happening as a little vermin-looking creature started speaking in a made up language. 
Was she still looking? Surely she had to be focusing on the movie she chose. She looked so excited to start it. She definitely wasn't staring at you anymore.
You slowly move your eyes across the room and slightly turn your head to look at her. Your eyes connect with her green eyes once more but instead of looking away, you keep them there. You can feel your face flush under the intense gaze she has you under.
Ellie's eyes widen once she realizes you weren't going to look away. Another flash from the TV illuminates her features. You could tell that she was blushing. Neither of you looked away even as the tension built.
She was so cute.
"I can't," She starts, voice barely more than a whisper, "I can't focus on this."
You smile at her, "I definitely have no clue what is going on," Ellie smiles at your honesty, "Turn it off. We can just talk."
Ellie seems to like your suggestion as she reaches her hand out and presses the off button on the remote. She fully turns toward you. Your knees knock against each other with how close the proximity is.
Ellie rubs her hands together while a breathy laugh escapes her lips, "I guess I'll ask the question that's been burning me the most."
A laugh bubbled out of your throat, "What is this 21 questions?" Ellie joins your laughter at the realization of what she's doing, "Go ahead, I guess. I might have an answer for you."
"What's your major? And... why did you decide to come into my coffee shop that day?"
"Woah, these are... really hard-hitting questions." You sarcastically reply. Ellie pushes your shoulder lightly with a chuckle. She mutters, Shut up' before looking back at you with expectant eyes. There was a glint in her eyes.
You loved the way she looked at you.
"I'm a literature major, boring I know, and the reason I went in is that my friend dragged me there," Ellie acts fake offended at your response, "I actually hate coffee."
Ellie gawks at the last part, "You what?"
You throw up your hands in surrender, "Don't hate me. It is just so nasty to me."
"I feel as if you have just shot me. You always order something," Ellie's hand goes over her heart in a dramatic manner, "But if I'm being honest, I don't really like it either."
You shoot up from your position. Ellie may have been faking shock but this was true for you, "What do you mean? You own the coffee shop!"
Ellie copies your surrender motion, "I know. I know. The only reason I opened the shop, well became a barista in the first place, is because my dad really loves coffee," You can feel your heart melt at the kind words, "Gave us something to bond over."
"That's really cute, Ellie." You look at her with eyes gushing with love. You hoped she couldn't tell how infatuated you were becoming with her.
"I know, I'm adorable," She leans in closer as if she's about to reveal a huge secret to you, "You do realize we have other drinks than coffee, right?"
She laughs at the way your face pales and how your eyes widen, "Oh my god!"
Her laugh was perfect.
It was becoming impossible to ignore your feelings for much longer. Each moment was another reason to fall for her. She was extremely sentimental and super observant, remembering the tiny details. Ellie was the first to notice if you parted your hair a different way or did a new thing with your makeup. It made your heart soar with happiness when she remembered another tiny detail from you.
Throughout the rest of the night, you guys talked about random things on that stupid couch situated against the wall. You talked about her love of space and how she wishes she could see the stars up close at least once. You talked about your worries and fears, things you wanted to do when you grew up, and the things that make you happiest.
You got closer to her with each passing second, knocking knees turned into your legs thrown over hers. That turned into you scooting closer (almost sitting on her lap) and your head leaning against her shoulder.
You weren't sure when you fell asleep. All you knew was it was the most comfortable you felt in a while.
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Burning light was what woke you up. It definitely wasn't how you wanted to wake up, much preferring the smell of food cooking. Damn those stupid curtains for being pulled back. You furrow your eyebrows at the blinding light, not yet used to the morning sun. Your hand shoots out to feel around where you were. Still on the couch but no Ellie. You blink the bleariness away from your eyes while wondering where Ellie went.
There's slight muttering coming from the kitchen, it's hushed but urgent. There she is but you can't make out what or who she is talking to. You sit up from your laying position, back aching from sleeping on the tiny couch. Your ears strain to hear the conversation.
"Wasn't really expecting... come home... random girl!" That definitely wasn't Ellie's voice. It was too high-pitched and sweet.
"...Quiet... still sleeping... been broken up... had no right." There was the voice you came to know. 
Curiosity filled your mind at the quiet talking in the kitchen. She never mentioned a roommate while talking to you last night. You fully push yourself off of the couch and creep your way to the area they were in. Ellie's back was turned from you so you got a glimpse of who she was talking to.
It was a shorter girl with black hair with an angry expression painted on her features. Her eyes landed on you and she scoffed. 
Oh shit. She was furious.
"Great," Her voice cut the tense silence, "Now she's walking around as if this is her house."
Ellie whipped around with a look that made your heart stutter. It looked as if she had been caught doing something wrong.
She gave you an apologetic look, "Cat, can you for once..." She cut herself off, reaching out to you, "Hey, listen-"
You decided to cut her off this time while stepping back, "You never told me you had a girlfriend. This changes a lot, Ellie." 
Cat scoffs again at your words. Her arms cross over her chest as she mutters, 'Good god, Ellie.' Ellie gives her a pointed look before turning back to you.
"I can fully explain this." Ellie's words are punctuated by the movement of her hands. They were shaking slightly. 
'She's just stunned that she was caught,' an evil voice in your head bounced around.
You shake your head, "No need to." You turn on your heels ready to get the hell out of the tense situation. Ellie calls your name but once you are out the front door she doesn't make any moves to run after you.
"Great," You roll your eyes trying to ignore the feeling of your heart shattering, "This is fucking great."
You couldn't wait to talk to Dina.
tags: @ellieismami, @minillie, @dankpunks, @elliesgff, @muthafuckingstargirl, @deafelliewilliams, @pinkazelma, @fairybr3ad, @me-and-your-husband, @intrnetdoll, @kyleeservopoulos
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strwberri-milk · 1 year
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so you know the trend where someone absolutely COVERS their partner with lipstick marks from kissing them all over? that but with kaeya please (with lots of praise in between hehe) maybe reader wants to “test out” a new shade they got…kaeya not knowing what they mean till reader is all over him (///▽///)
YES THIS IS SO grrr i love this trope idk the trend i just konw the trope bc im obsessed w it
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Kaeya's used to being a bit of a test subject to you. He helps with your makeup whenever you ask him, or tries something on just because you wanted to know what it would look like on him. None of it really bothers him, so it's no surprise when you call him into your room armed with a new lipstick shade.
He expects that he'll just be helping with the application, ready to grab the brush to apply it to your lips with minimal teasing as per usual, asking you what the special occasion was to be wearing makeup in the middle of the day.
You just shrugged him off, already drawing the colour on your lips and he resists the urge to turn your chin towards him and kiss you. Instead, his eye just focuses on how full your lips look, the way the stick gently pulls at them just to return in a way that's so eye-catching he knows he'll devour you if you let him.
Instead, he just stands off to the side and waits for his cue, gnawing on the inside of his cheek to try and distract himself. Your eyes meet his in the mirror and he smiles, coming closer and putting his arms around your shoulder.
"Now you're finally ready for me? After all that teasing?" he chuckles, pressing some kisses to your cheek.
"No, no I just wanted you to try this colour too!"
He reaches for your lipstick, a little surprised when you yank it from him.
"Sit on the bed. I'll apply it for you."
Kaeya does as you ask, raising a brow as he realises he never watched you blot what looked like a healthy application of lipstick. He's sure if he even just taps your mouth right now some of the colour will come off, sitting down and looking up at you as you sit on his lap.
"You didn't blot it yet? Doesn't it feel heavy to wear that much lipstick at once?"
"Silly, that's what you're for."
He has no time to think as you press your lips to his, holding his face in your hands as your thighs squeeze around his waist. You can hear him make a noise of surprise before bringing his arms to your back, pressing you closer to his chest.
When you pull back, he can see the colour has indeed faded, watching in amusement when you pull some of the colour off his own lips with your thumb.
"Well then, are we done here?" he asks.
"Not quite."
The way his eye lights up at the sight of you reapplying the lipstick makes you laugh, leaning forward to lay him down as you start peppering his face in kisses. It didn't help that he started pouting, thinking you'd kiss his lips again but the way his nails dig lightly into your shirt makes you chuckle against his ear, even pressing kisses behind it.
He's more than happy to just sit there and let you kiss him. He'll even turn his face to satisfy the pecks you press against his skin. Each time your lips meet his face he practically shivers, making the act much lewder than you may have intended it to be. He can't help it - he just gets too drunk off your touch too easily.
When you're finally done you sit back to admire the work of art underneath you. He looks a little dazed, propping up his elbows to stare up at you with a fog in his eye. You give into your desires again, pressing one final kiss to his lips that he absolutely melt into before leading him to your vanity.
The look on his face is priceless. He was already a little flustered from all the attention you gave him, clearing his throat to try and figure out what to say to you now that he can see his face absolutely covered in your lip prints. His fingers gently trace the shapes of your love, turning even redder under your lipstick.
"You are...certainly something else," Kaeya finally manages, sitting down and lowering the collar of his shirt so he can see just how far down your lips trailed.
"I wanted to show you how much I love you. And this colour just looks so amazing on you, don't you agree?"
He grins in that special way that lets you know he's got something incredibly cheesy to say, mentally bracing yourself for impact.
"Of course it looks good. It's the colour of your love~" he purrs, pulling you into his lap. You sigh good-naturedly, cupping his face in your hands.
"You are so lucky you're pretty," you tease, slotting your lips against his for the nth time of the day.
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fe-fictions · 1 month
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waiii happy new year! love love love your works, ive been a huge fan of urs since 2016 and its my first time sending in a prompt im so excited ajdjjqnss!!!!!!!😭❤️❤️
could i request some lonqu hurt comfort??!?! maybe something to do with self sacrifice....like robin pleading the enemy to let go of him when theyre both captured hehe! thanks so much >_<
(Finally finished this one and I'm thrilled to put it out !! Nothing like a stressed out Lonk U V U )
You didn’t know how you got into this situation. Neither you nor your husband. It was a simple reconnaissance mission, venturing a few miles into enemy territory in an attempt to figure out what they were plotting.
It was already risky since you were short-staffed, and with your exceptional analytical abilities, you’d be able to figure out what was going on the fastest.
Lon’qu wasn’t going to let you go in by yourself, and he definitely didn’t trust Gaius with your safety; he might be sneakier, but he was much more laissez-faire with the lives of others than he was comfortable with.
And so it was just the two of you. Lon’qu had stuck to your side the entire time, watching for threats while you took down hastily scribbled, imperative notes. But all it took was one silent assassin that was able to go undetected…and suddenly, you were both bound and forced to your knees.  
“Well, well…whatever do we have here?” Orton’s voice was more than recognizable; the slimey rat that had escaped your justice when you first rescued Maribelle, not long ago.
You struggled against your restraints, recognizing the unmistakable bloodlust in the bastard’s eyes.
“I’m sure Lord Gangrel will be quite pleased with the little rabbit caught in our snare. This one is new, though.”
He eyed your husband, “Bring along some cannon fodder?”
“Leave him alone. He’s got nothing to do with me or any of this.” You glared at him, earning a glance from Lon’qu. What were you talking about?
“I doubt that very much, Tactician. There must be some reason he’s tagged along with you all the way out here…far from safety.”
He brandished his polearm, the tip pointed inches from Lon’qu’s face. The blood in your veins burned hotter.
“A soldier, assigned to me for protection. Nothing more. I’m the one you want, not him.”
“Robin-”
“Let him go, and I’ll come willingly.” You demanded, not skipping a beat. Lon’qu’s expression was difficult to read. But the fear that flashed in his eyes was immediate, and impossible for you to miss.
Orton laughed, turning the spear to you, instead.
“I don’t think you’re in any position to negotiate, girl. But I respect the attempt.”
He nodded to one of the soldiers behind you both, and immediately there was a painful yank on your arms, forcing you back from Lon’qu.
“Hey!!” He barked out, ready to lunge in spite of his predicament. Instead he was pulled the opposite direction, separating the two of you.
“You know what I think?” Orton mused, spinning the weapon in his hands. “I think he’s more important than ‘some soldier’. I think he’s a lot stronger than you’re pretending he is.”
“Leave him be, and I’ll tell you anything you want to know. I’m Chrom’s right-hand; there's more than enough that I can give him.”
“Really? You’d sell out the crown over one paltry soldier?” He narrowed his eyes at Lon’qu, who fought so very hard not to let your facade be for nothing.
He was glaring sharply at you, pleading with you not to make a foolish deal.
“It is a captain’s duty to protect her soldiers; no matter how small.” You spoke with conviction,  “Surely you can understand that, as an honorable military man, yourself?”
“I’d be lying if I said Milord felt similarly about the lesser of our ranks, but…I cannot say no to such an alluring deal. Leave that one, boys- the mountain lions will get to him before anyone else does. Take her away.”
“Stop! Damn you-!!” Lon’qu roared, fighting against his restraints. He was only pulled further away. His arms twisted painfully behind him, dragged further and further away from his wife. 
You could only watch as he was flung from your view, sent crashing down the ravine into and out of sight. It was scafrier when you couldn’t hear him.
It took everything in your power not to try and reach him. To fight back and rescue him.
“Now then, Tactician; I believe I was promised some answers.”
The paralyzing fear was the only thing that kept you from lashing out; the swirl of endless emotions was stalling your mind. All you could do was stare at the ravine, getting further away with every drag across the dirt.
You hoped Lon’qu’s head would pop up, revealing him waiting for you and preparing to save you from your enemies,
But no such surprises would occur.
You still stared after that empty place, waiting with baited breath for the man to appear who would not return.
At least…not right away.
But there was nothing you could do but wait and pray that he hadn’t died after that nasty throw. There wasn’t much else available to you.
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“You promised to give me what I wanted. Why do you insist on silence?” Orton was growing tired of your disobedience.
He had you tied to the pole of some ratty tent, interrogating you without  a hint of mirth in his eyes.
“You promised not to hurt my soldier, but you condemned him to death anyways. What right do you have to ask me questions?”  You spat, earning a click of his tongue and a slap across your face.
Enough of this arrogance!! You are in no position to hold such arrogance- you do not have the upper hand, woman!”
You fought hard not to focus on the stinging pain in your cheek; he’d drawn blood and all but numbed the side of your face.
Who knew those bastards could pack such a wallop?
“I can only tell you…what I know…which is very little. The Fire Emblem is a sacred artifact to the royal family, and it is hidden somewhere that none can find, unless Exalt Emmeryn reveals-!!”
You were cut off by another strike, this one sending you headfirst into the ground. The ringing in your ears grew louder, your vision clouded and blurry. That definitely wasn’t a good sign.
“If you don’t stop playing foolish games, then you’re going back in a casket. I planned to deliver the head tactician to King Gangrel in one piece, but if he knew how infuriating you are, he’d have you brought to him in pieces!!”
The man spat at your feet, stalking away to try and regain himself.
You did make an effort to focus on his words, but it was so very difficult. After a few deep breaths and a number of colorful expletives left his mouth, Orton stopped his pacing and returned his focus on you.
Maybe it’s because you were tired of looking at him, but you found yourself looking past him and at the guards by the tent entrance as his ugly boots came back into view.
“I’ve been more than patient with you, wench- but I’m running out of options on how to deal with you, and you’re running out of time.”
There was a sudden shift in the colors of the bushes behind a guard. A bright blue and red appeared behind the green.
You blinked, brow furrowing in an attempt to focus your vision. A pair of hands had shot out from the leaves and grabbed the man, mouth covered so as not to allow a shout. The other guard and Orton…didn’t notice.
You must have been hallucinating. 
“I want the location of the Emblem.” He spoke again, louder and closer than before. He hadn’t noticed that one of the soldiers had disappeared.
Your gaze flicked to the other man standing just the opposite, confused by the fact he was now standing alone.
Within an instant, a dart stuck into his neck, and he crumpled. A shadowy figure caught him, dragging him away.
You couldn’t even think to react to what you were seeing. Orton’s hand was on your face, grip tight and painful on your jaw to force you to look at him.
“You’re not getting away. Stop looking outside.” He grinned viciously, “The only chance you’re getting out of here alive is if you give me what I want.”
He stared down at you, grinning wickedly. His grip was so tight it felt like he was going to crack your bones.
“Now…tell me. Where is the Fire-”
The tip of a blade broke through his armor, silencing him with a wet choke. Your eyes widened, staring in shock at the sword mere inches from your own body.
“W-what…did you…”
He crumpled to the ground when the sword was pulled from his chest. When he fell away, Lon’qu stood over him, raging fury in his eyes.
“Oh my gods-” You gasped, stunned at what you were seeing. “L-Lon’qu?”
“I’m here.” He closed the distance between you, throwing the blood from his sword before cutting away your bindings. 
As soon as you were free of the ropes your arms were flung around his neck. Lon’qu grunted from the impact, welcoming the embrace all the same.
He squeezed you close, his face pressed to your neck. 
“Are you hurt?”
“No, I’m-” You were suddenly jerked back, Lon’qu holding you an arm’s length away to search you over. “Wait, w-why are you asking about me? They threw you down a ravine!!”
“Shepherds found me. They were on our trail when they realized we weren’t in the headcount.” He nodded his head back, and you were able to make out the shapes of Gaius and Cordelia, the few who passed by the tent to secure whatever camp the Plegians had brought you to.
“So you’re okay?”
“I am. But...” He nodded, but the sharp glare in his eyes had yet to dissipate. “I can’t believe you.”
“What?”
“How could you do that?” He glowered, his grip tightening on your arms. “How could you give yourself up like that? The hells is wrong with you?!”
“I wanted to protect you.” He scoffed at your response, harsh and bitter. “If I knew he was going to try and kill you anyways, I-I never would have-”
“It doesn’t matter. You bargained your life, when you know damn well that I-!”
“Lon’qu, we couldn’t find her in the camp! Did you- oh!! Oh, thank the gods!!” Your husband was cut off at the sound of Chrom’s voice, the prince thrilled to see you were here. 
The Myrmidon spared you one last glower, before he pulled back, letting Chrom and Lissa flurry past him. 
You bit your lip, trying to fight the urge to press the argument. He looked deeply upset, and you didn’t want to cut it off before it could be resolved. There was nothing worse than letting him stew in his hurt.
“It’s okay, Robin!! We’re here now! Lon’qu led the  way, and the whole camp’s cleared out! Though we’ll need to do something about that body…”
“We’ll worry about Orton and the rest later. Lissa, can you heal her quickly?” Chrom asked his sister, who already had the stave pulled out and glowing.
“You got it! Just hang tight for a second Robin, we’ll get you out of here in no time!”
It wasn’t yourself that had your mind occupied. It was the fact that Lon’qu stormed out of the tent without looking back that had your focus.
Lissa gave you a pitying look, the healing glow of the stave some comfort.
“Sorry, Robin. I/…we tried really hard to keep him calm. But he’s been angry since the second we found him.”
“Not angry.” Chrom sighed , following the man’s storm from the tent. “Scared.”
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When everyone made it back to camp, many of your dear friends who had been so terribly worried were awash with relief.
There was a mild swarm, a million questions being flung at you, but you were simply glad to be back in the arms of your friends.
You did your best to answer as many questions as you could,, but it didn’t take long for your patience to run thin.
Sure, you were healed and feeling far better physically, but there was a deeply hurt man on the far side of camp that you needed to speak to. It was clear what your decision had done created a much bigger issue than anticipated.
So you took a deep breath, steeled yourself, and made your way over to your shared tent. You could hear the sound of steel being sharpened against a whetstone, but little else.
Lon’qu was absolutely steaming. You would tease him and categorize it as sulking, but you figured it best not to try your luck.
Not when there was a serious issue to resolve.
Wordlessly, you entered the tent, making sure to latch it shut behind you. He was kind enough not to lock you out, at least.
“Lon’qu…” He did not stop his work when you called him, his back to you. “We need to talk.”
He did not answer. The stone ground against the blade harder.
“Please, love, I…I’m sorry I hurt you. But I need you to understand why I made that decision. I was trying to protect you.”
This seemed to slow the grinding. He still did not look at you. With a deep breath, you crossed the tent, coming to sit behind him.
Tentatively, your hand touched his back. He did not recoil, which was an improvement; at least he was receptive.
“If they knew you were my husband, they would’ve used you against me. If I let them carry on, they would’ve killed you in cold blood as a simple guard. I…I just…I didn’t think they’d toss you into the ravine like that. I thought you’d be safe.”
Lon’qu shook his head, his grip tightening on the sword. “They’re the enemy. Why the hells would they keep their word?? Surely you knew better than to trust them.”
“It was all I had to ensure your safety. W-when they threw you over the ledge, I…I saw it. I thought that it was over…I t-thought they killed you.”
Lon’qu’s shoulders braced against your touch, feeling your forehead touch his back. You were leaning fully into him, trying desperately not to cry.
“I-it was my fault that you were…that you were in danger in the first place. If I’d been more v-vigilant, I wouldn’t have put you at risk. I wanted to protect you, Lon’qu…please…please understand.”
He sighed, turning slowly and taking your hands into his and pulling you away from his body. He looked at you directly, but the bitter sting wasn’t present in his glare anymore.
“I don’t blame you for this. It wasn’t your fault we were ambushed. I’m upset because you bargained your life for mine. You are not worth less than I am. You have no right to sacrifice yourself for me.”
“I have every right, as your wife.” You argued, squeezing his hands, “And even in that, I failed you. I thought…”
“Robin...” He squeezed your hands, “I understood your intent. But if I’d lost you in that moment, I wouldn’t have forgiven myself, either. Your right to protect me reflects on me, too. It’s my duty to keep you safe. You know my past. Do you really think that I would be okay with you giving your life for mine?”
“It…it didn’t phase me in that moment. What mattered more was making sure that my husband would still be here.”
“You think I would be different? If I was in the same situation, I wouldn’t put my life in front of yours?” Lon’qu was staring into your very soul; trying desperately to make sure you understood what he was feeling. “After everything I’ve been through- what I’ve suffered- you would have me relive it again?”
“No.” You leaned closer, holding his hands to your chest. “No, I wouldn’t. And I’m so sorry that I put that fear in your heart, again. I just want to protect you, because I love you.”
Lon’qu nodded, his gaze falling to the ground. You released his hands so you might wrap your arms around his shoulders, drawing him into your embrace.
“I love you so much, I can’t bear the thought of losing you. And I know you would’ve done the same for me. We have to look out for each other…and we can’t always be safe. But I swear to you, I don’t want to throw my life away. I want to share it with you, more than anything.”
Slowly, finally, he returned your embrace, squeezing you tightly for fear of you ever slipping through his fingers again.
He hated feeling this way- that fear would consume him when it came to you. How badly he didn’t want to lose you. 
His face pressed against your neck, all but engulfing you in his arms like a shroud that cloaked your whole body. 
“I love you, too.”
He felt the slightest tremors in response to his words. How your fingers curled into his tunic, clinging to him with just as much force.
You were everything to each other, reminded and reassured through the tears that slipped from your eyes as feverish kisses connected over and over again.
There were promises to be more cautious with your lives, to find ways to protect one another without putting yourselves in mortal danger…and at the very least, employ some stealth training with Gaius so you could sneak around without “foolishly” (Gaius teased) getting caught again.
Which was a fair argument, if you were being honest.
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syrips · 7 months
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hello im gonna pin this post
hello my name is Syrips, im a super duper simp and simp/self-insert enabler for others who love strahd or any cos/ravenloft/fictional characters
im 28, but i sometimes say im thirty as a vague response because its easier and faster to say (or safer to say to strangers)
i think i am autistic but i am currently only self-diagnosed; i plan to tell my doctors once i compile a binder of reasons why i think im autistic based on noted events in my childhood, behavior, and my reflected perspective on things in pages of charts and text which is a totally neurotypical thing to do
im genderfluid and i am fine with any and all pronouns (different people may use different/changing/fluid pronouns on me, i am completely fine with this)
im polyamorous and pansexual/panromantic, i gush over games that have polyamory/pan options!!
i have huge CoS/Ravenloft spoilers so please, PLEASe do not enter unless you are fine with being spoiled with all kinds of content. i also wont explain what is or isnt 'canon' because, well, some things may be canon for one person, while potential/not-canon for another, so i really cannot confirm or deny it myself.. ask your DM for confirmation! (and for my players who are here, hehe, goodluck figuring it out!)
i do music, art, crafting, and streaming sometimes, here is my linktree: https://linktr.ee/syrips
please 'ask'/message/send me any and all of your curse of strahd and/or ravenloft works of art! this can include these and more!:
playlists
moodboards
art/portfolio/link to your art or artblog
pages of your OC/PC/dnd lore (both player and DM welcome)
campaign/session notes and storytime
canon and potential-/home-/head-canon dumps
narrations/imagines/ao3/google docs/fanfic/fic writings
cool crafts!!
i crave it more than strahd craves blood, please and thank you!
you can also send me stuff and let me know if you want me to gush/simp over it, provide advice, or simply acknowledge it (publicly or privately)! let me know in advance cuz i dont want to make you uncomfortable with what you share
i have no limits on triggering fictional content, just make sure to tw it properly if it is sensitive content for others
my Ask thingy is always open, i may ramble alot if i get passionate enough though so be warned! hehe
ok goodbye ill edit or change this whenever idk
Edit Entry 1 - 11th Moon, 2023
for context, keita/raze (he/him) is my irl partner. he's been a simp for alucard (castlevania) longer than i've begun simping for strahd. i only discovered this years into the relationship when we watched castlevania (where i expected to be a bigger simp for castlevania), and instead HE made high pitch simping noises as alucard appeared on the screen and i was like -sus eyes- wait a GOSH DARN MINUTE-. also, keita has a thing for necks. i shrugged it off when he first told me, but years later i started simping for strahd and now i look back at that moment like 'hm. odd.-'. anyways, i mostly started dating him because he sounds like a kermit the frog southern guy who goes 'howdy howdy' and he says 'i should be golden' unironically and i think thats pretty funny
i tag stuff as #making a keita tag so when keita presses this he can see all the stuff that he likes so that i can organize stuff and incase he ever decides to poke around my blog and use this tag search within my blog
Edit Entry 2 and 3 - 12th Moon, 2023
syrips OC/PC list (loosely alphabetical)
Other People's Adored OC/PC list (loosely alphabetical)
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peachsayshi · 2 years
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Im sure someone has already said this lol, but I'd love to bring peach cobbler to the pot luck 😘😅
This was a tough one to narrow down, but imagine a fluffy scenario with Toji in which he tries to cook y/n breakfast in bed but ends up burning it. My brain is craving domestic Toji
🍑 Peach’s Pot Luck Party 🍑
Imagine: Toji cooking breakfast for his s/o in bed but ends up burning it. 
(minors and ageless blogs dni)
Tags: Newlyweds; Teasing; Fluff; Only alludes to smut
A/N: Thank you so much! ❤️ Surprisingly,  you’re the only one who actually brought peach cobbler :3 hehe but I accept this delicious treat happily, and hope you enjoy this scenario! - For requests, please read the blurb on my navigation on what I’m accepting ❤️
You woke up to the smell of burnt sugar.
Lids heavy and body a little sore, you stretched out your arms and extended your legs as your eyes slowly blinked open. You rolled onto your side, reaching out in the hopes to find the figure of your lover. Instead, your hand met with the rumpled bed sheet and you narrowed your gaze as you murmured his name softly into your pillow.
“Toji…”
That’s when your ears picked up on the clanking of metal and loud footsteps, a muffled string of curses escaping your partner’s lips which indicated that he wasn’t in the bedroom.
You sighed quietly, wishing that you could stay in bed longer before finally mustering up the strength to detangle yourself from the sheets and headed towards the bathroom.
You refreshed yourself and brushed your teeth, slipping on a pair of clean underwear and grabbing one of Toji’s tees. The material hung over you like a dress, and you sauntered lazily towards your kitchenette where you were met with a surprising sight.
Toji’s broad back blocked the view of the devastating scene before him. Your stovetop was a mess, raw batter covered the grills and ingredients were in disarray all over the counter. In between the chaos you watched smoke rise from your griddle as Toji opened the tap from the sink and allowed the water to rain against the flat plane.
“Fuckin’ stupid piece of shit…”
“Now what did my poor griddle ever do to you…” you responded with a pout, startling your partner as you snuck up on him.
“Fuck! When did you-” Toji groaned, covering his face with his hand in frustration as he turned on his heel to meet your gaze. “I didn’t know you were awake…”
“I didn’t know you were cooking,” you teased.
He leaned against the counter and you caught your bottom lip between your teeth to hold back an amused grin as you watched your lover tint in pink with slight embarrassment.
“Yeah, well…” he grumbled, his hands meeting your waist as he gave you a gentle squeeze. “It’s not really working out…”
You hummed quietly, peeking over his shoulder to look at the dirty dishes stacked perfectly on top of each other.
“Were you making scrambled eggs?” you mocked affectionately, giggling to yourself as Toji pressed you firmly against his chest and naturally circling your arms around his neck.
His lips straightened into a firm line, the front of his brows pinching together as he narrowed his gaze at you with annoyance.
“Pancakes,” he mumbled in a low voice, “…you little brat.”
You brought two fingers to his fringe, twirling the strands of his dark hair between your digits before brushing your lips against his cheek.
“There’s no need to get testy…” you whispered between a kiss, “I’m just playing around with you. We both know you don’t have the patience for cooking. What prompted the sudden interest?”
“Hmph,” he scoffed, averting his glance as he maintained his mopey expression. “Can’t a guy make his girl breakfast without it being such a big deal?”
“Yes he can, but…” you carried on, threading your fingers into his hair as you pushed back the layers to reveal his handsome face, “it is a big deal when my guy is doing it.”
“I wasn’t keen on the idea but you wouldn’t shut up about that chef last night on the cooking channel…”
Your chest warmed at Toji’s words, your fingers releasing his hair as your delicately placed your fingers underneath his chin. You angled yourself to meet his lips, pecking him chastely before smiling against his mouth.
“Were you jealous?” you carried on, “all this drama just because I mentioned how attractive it was watching a man cook…”
Toji rolled his eyes but neither confirmed or denied your statement. He finally relaxed against your touch, before returning a kiss with a sigh.
“Just trying to please you, doll…” he murmured.
“You already do, in every way possible…” you sweetly reassured. “…but, you should know that I hate waking up without you next to me.”
Your hands roamed down his strong pecks, over his abdominals before gliding back up to his shoulders. You could feel his own touch slide away from your waist, as he slowly lifted up his t-shirt to rest his palms on the curve of your rear.
“Hmm, I guess I didn’t say good morning to you properly, did I?”
You widened your eyes to emphasize your disappointment as you shook your head no.
The scar on the corner of his lip lifted when he smirked, and he leaned his head forward to capture your mouth in his. You felt his tongue swipe over your own, nearly growing weak in his embrace as he kissed you lovingly.
“Mornin’, gorgeous…” he whispers while playfully rubbing his nose across your own.
“Good morning to you too, handsome…” you giggle.
“I’m sorry about the mess,” he adds on, scratching the back of his head as his eyes scan his surroundings, “I’ll clean up and we can grab a bite somewhere else.”
“That’s an idea…” you concur, before cheekily perching yourself on top of your small dining table, “or we can stay in instead…”
Toji huffs under his breath as he raises his brow curiously in your direction. “It’s the weekend, you shouldn’t have to cook…”
He turns on the tap, readily picking up the sponge as he proceeds to scrub down the griddle. His distraction gave you the opportunity to casually hook your thumbs around the band of your underwear, and you slyly slip off the material before raising his t-shirt just above your belly button.
You clear your throat to gain his attention, and Toji glances over his shoulder once before completely shifting his body around to find you splayed out on the dining table with your panties dangling around the finger adorned with your shimmering wedding band.
“What if I told I already had something prepared?”, you smile, your face growing hot as you notice your husband’s eyes darken in a primal stare
A wolfish grin highlights his ruggedly handsome face, and he rinses off his hands before tossing the dish rag behind him.
“Come to think of it, I did work up an appetite…” he informs, sliding both hands deep into his pockets as he takes two strides towards you. “…but I can’t have you going hungry.”
You arch your brow, directing your gaze to the front of his pants before seductively replying, “with what you’re packing, I’ll be more than satisfied, husband.”
A roaring laugh erupts from his belly, and Toji rolls his eyes up to the ceiling as he shakes his head in disbelief.
Three months into your marriage and you still haven’t grown sick of addressing him with that title.
Everyone told you that the honeymoon phase would pass in the blink of an eye, but you and Toji were still blissfully entranced in one another.
You shiver feeling his hands knead the meat of your thighs, drawing your attention on the way he licks his lips as he focuses on the tempting sight between your legs. You swallow as you spread your thighs further apart, dropping your underwear onto the floor and sighing when you feel his hot breath on your skin.
“What have you done to me?” he breaths in a daze.
“I could ask you the same thing…” you moan.
He kisses your inner thigh, green eyes glancing up to meet yours as he softens his expression.
“I’ve got my hands full with you, my beautiful wife…” he grins, before spreading you with his fingers to finally satiate his sweet cravings.
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blackfangedreaper · 2 years
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Uh hello UwU. I'd like to request a Law x Fem reader fluff! Basically I'd like a situation where reader's been pestering Law for attention but he ignores her cuz he's busy. Reader finally leaves upset and decides to hang out with Penguin and Sacchin instead. Law is eventually done with his work and waits for reader but after a few hours without her, he gets restless and goes to look for her. Thank you soo much!
Hehe im loving this suggestion ok ill try my best to satisfy you.✧*。٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*。
ABSENT
Pairings: Trafalgar Law x Fem!reader
Warning: curse words, grammatical errors (maybe, i was too lazy to triple check) and fluff😍✨
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(❀ฺ´∀`❀ฺ)ノ
Today of all days you decide to be clingy, why won't you just leave him alone, you definitely see him working but it seems that doesn't matter as you continue to pester him and whine for his attention.
You can tell he's getting irritated, you could see the irk mark forming right beside his forehead but unfortunately for him, you really didn't care, he's been ignoring you for a while now and its really pissing you off.
"C'mon you could do this later, just lay with me please!" you sigh.
Law turns seeing you laying on one of the many vacant hospital beds, he sighs massaging his temples with his index and middle finger. "Im busy, if it wasn't obvious the last four times i told you!"
"I know, plus you look tired i'm not telling you to neglect your work just rest a little with me!" you said pouting.
"My answer remains the same!" he said frustrated from your continuous pestering.
"Law look-"
"Your giving me a headache, please leave"
"What? Law-"
"Fuck, leave Y/N-ya." He hissed.
"Well fine, i hope you choke on BREAD!!" you said storming out and slamming the door with a resounding 'bang'.
"Stupid law, who the fuck does he think he is." You grumbled all the way to the living area of the submarine which seemed to be preoccupied by shachi and penguin.
They both seemed to be heavily invested in whatever they were doing that they didn't notice you, well that was until they felt your looming figure behing them.
"AHHHhhh" they both let out girlish screams until they saw it was you.
"Oh my gosh, you scared me Y/N!" Shachi said putting his hand on his chest while regulating his breathing.
"I swear i almost pissed myself" penguin gasped clutching onto a piece of paper
"...that's too much information bro" shachi said disgusted.
"So what are you guys doing!" You asked peering into the sheet of paper penguin was holding in curiosity.
"Animal, name, place or thing!" Shachi exclaimed.
"Yeah, it's fun wanna join?" penguin suggested.
"Sure!" You agreed forgetting about the law incident.
"So how do we play?" You asked
"First you need to write down all alphabets starting from A down to Z then you write down the animal, name, place or thing that has the first letter of the alphabet which is chosen by a player in each round." Shachi explained.
"And each player gets twenty seconds to complete the row of the letter chosen." Penguin said.
"Yeah, for example S, snake, shachi, saobody archipelago and ship" shachi explained.
As shachi and penguin explained more of the game, you being the bad bitch you were understood quite fast, or maybe the game wasn't that complex to understand.
"Ok let's start, penguin you go!" Shachi suggested.
"I choose W." Penguin exclaimed.
As the letter was called you searched your brain for answers, getting an idea you jotted down quickly as time was almost up.
"Time's up!" Penguin said as he gave his paper to you while you gave yours to shachi, who gave his to penguin.
Silence filled the living area as you all marked each others answers, that was until shachi bursted out laughing.
"Aha haha, what the fuck Y/N, whitebeard's ship isn't a place" shachi said choking on his laugh.
"No way she wrote that?!" Penguin asked in disbelief and leaned over to check.
"Hey HEY! It is!" You argued now looking at the laughing penguin and shachi.
"No it isn't!!" They argued back.
"Uh... It actually is though" ikkaku said passing by.
"HA! Thanks babe!" You exclaimed thanking her.
"We girls have to stick together" she said winking at you, then going towards the direction of the kitchen.
"Ugh fine fine, you win this one." Shachi said scowling then proceeded to give you a total of five points.
You all switched back your papers before checking your scores.
You seemed to be having fun, you haven't actually been spending much time with shachi and penguin and actually made you realize how much you missed your closest friends maybe law sending you out was a good thing.
"Ha, i love this let's play some more." You said beaming.
"Yes!" Shachi and penguin exclaimed.
Meanwhile a certain doctor was starting to feel your absence.
After he sent you out, he actually got some work done but why did he feel like he was missing something.
'oh well' shrugging the feeling off as he continued filling out patient applications and checking on crewmates who had not yet come for their monthly check up.
Pressure started to weigh down on his chest, was it worry or guilt. 'where were you? maybe he shouldn't have sent you out'. He thought tapping his fingers on his desk anxiously, but he managed to push it all down and finish his work.
Now that he was finally done he waited for you to come back.
An hour passed which turned to two, three then finally four hours which seemed longer as he kept glancing at the clock and it seemed to be mocking him.
He's never gone that long without you pestering him, his eyebrow twitched as he became impatient, he stood up hanging his labcoat on the coat rack before heading towards the exit of the clinic. I guess he's gonna have to get you himself.
He passed the several rooms of his crewmembers, as he headed towards the kitchen which seemed to be occupied by some of his crewmembers.
"Oh hey cap'n looking for sum'n?" ikkaku asked smirking, she knew what or rather who he was looking for.
"Where is she?" He asked rolling his eyes at her smug face.
"Living area with shachi and penguin." She answered.
"Hm." He left hastily but not before giving her a nod as thanks.
The echos of laughter and chatter met his ears as he walked towards the living area, he was soon met with a rolling penguin and wheezing you.
"W-Wait, it was a mistake! I swear" shachi said pleading.
"Nah, bro it looked intentional to me!" Penguin said cackling.
"Oh, yo-you should h-have seen his f-face omg, what the hell shachi!" You said tearing up, you were getting breathless from all this laughing.
"Look i panicked ok, so i just picked whatever i touched, it wasn't on purpose please!" Shachi begged trying to reason with you both.
Rewinding back to four hours ago you all seemed to finish the first game with shachi in first place, you in second and penguin in last place, deciding to spend more time with each other you played several then settled with playing truth or dare.
And it seemed that shachi got himself in trouble, i mean sneaking into your captain's room? How brave of you.
"Please don't tell captain, i'll do anything i swear" shachi swore.
"Don't tell me what?" Law's voiced bounced around the walls creating an echo effect causing shachi and penguin to turn pale after realising their captain may have heard them.
"U-Uh hey uh captain" they stuttered while you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms refusing to acknowledge him.
"I asked a question." He raised an eyebrow demanding an answer.
"Nothing i swear!" Shachi exclaimed, making penguin wince, they're fucked aren't they.
"It doesn't seem like it!" Law pressured.
It almost worked as penguin was about to spill due to being pressured and shachi looked like he was about to burst out crying, but you stepped in before any of that could happened "As they said before its nothing."
"..." His eyebrow twitched as he turned to look at you "Y/N-ya where have you been?" He tapped his feet waiting for an answer.
'Who died and made him king?! Where have you been? To hell with that your not telling him shit!'. You thought frustrated as your brow twitched.
"Hmph." You said turning away from him.
"Why you!" He walked towards you forgetting about your two companions, oh now he was fixated on you and noone else.
"Kya!!" You exclaimed as your vision turned upside down, the only thing in your sight is his back.
"Hey Hey!! Put me down!" You demanded hitting his back with your fists.
He ignored you, gave your two friends a warning glare and then proceeded to walk away with you on his shoulder.
Arriving at the door of your shared room, he opens the door, walks towards of your bed and lays you there, before you could protest he lays on top of blocking all routes of escape.
"Hey! Get off!" You say trying to wiggle free.
"No." He says his breathe brushing against your neck.
You gasp feeling a pleasant shiver down your spine causing you to desperately wiggle free.
"Hey! Stop squirming!" He lifts his head to glance at you, you turn to scowl at him.
"Get off then." She suggested smiling insincerely.
"No." He repeated, before dropping his head against your chest while encircling your body with his arms.
You sigh and decided to give up, silence fills the room as you feel his breathing slow down, 'i-is he sleeping right now?!' You sweatdropped, looking down to check only to see a pair of grey eyes staring right back at you.
"Ah!" You exclaimed startled while looking away, you feel heat start to crawl up your (s/c) face.
You hear his chuckle which turns to laughter and you can't just help but laugh too.
"Haha, im sorry!" He said, his laughter dying down.
"Eh, its ok i guess it was kinda funny." you said smiling.
"No, not about that- well that to but ha- im apologising for the rude behaviour i displayed earlier today." He said diverting his eyes somewhere else in guilt.
"Oh-" he rose his hand to stop you, wanting to finish first before hearing your take on it.
"I know, i shouldn't have sent you out and i was so worried when you didn't come back after a while and then i see you with them after waiting four hours for you to come back-" He sighed not knowing how to tell you he was jealous.
"-and It didn't just sit well with me." He looked up at you then looked away, only to look back when he heard your laughter.
"Oh my gosh, haha i get you were guilty but the jealous part? Oh gosh law ahahaha" you were wheezing you didn't even think he was one to get jealous.
"Hey, stop laughing at me!" He demanded.
You could see his face and ears heating up and couldn't help but pinch his cheeks "aww you look so red."
He pulls off your hands from his face and holds then in his hands, stroking them softly with the pad of his thumbs. "So?"
"So?" You ask confused.
"Am i forgiven?" He asked.
"On one condition!" You said.
"That would be?" He asked expecting a high demand.
"Take breaks ok? I know you work really hard and im proud really proud of you, but i'm gonna need you to rest once in a while, ok?" You said caressing his face.
"I-I'll try my best." He said leaning into your warm hands.
"Yosh! your forgiven, now i demand cuddles" you demanded.
He chuckles pulling close with your head laying on his chest, he sighs feeling your warmth engulfing him as he kisses your forehead bidding you a good sleep. "Anything for you, Y/N-ya."
You smiling feeling his lips brushing against your forehead before you drift off enjoying the warmth your lover provided you.
I guess it's calm before the storm because somewhere in the submarine shachi and penguin are racking their heads trying to figure out how to return their captain's white boxer with meat prints to him, it seemed to be given to him by everyone's favourite strawhat wearer, theirs screams echoing in the submarine are gonna be astronomical!.
(❀ฺ´∀`❀ฺ)ノ
Wrists aching, eyes heavy and brian strained but still maintaining beauty cause there's no rest for the wicked.✧⁺⸜(●˙▾˙●)⸝⁺✧
I hope you like it, to be honest this is way longer than i expected, but hopefully this satisfys you.
Ugh im going to bed😭.
Thank you for reading!❤✨
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orisquirrelking · 1 year
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When i tell you i RAN to this askbox.... Can i request some seasonal Egon fluff? Maybe something about carving pumpkins? Thank you so much!!!
OMG HIIII YESSSS HEHE i love Halloween and i love Egon so. Yes. i will be writing the shit out of this.
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The firehouse was decked out in cheesy dollar-store halloween decorations. Orange and black tinsel fluttered above your head at the entrance of the building, and you grinned. This was totally Ray’s idea, you mused. He was known to be the firehouse’s local Halloween enthusiast.
As you walked up the stairs, you heard loud voices and sounds of things getting mushed onto walls. Stepping into the main living room, you began to announce your presence, but instead narrowly dodged a flying orange… glob?
“Jesus, did Slimer make a new friend?” You joked, wiping the excess of pumpkin guts from your shoulder.
“Excellent, you’re here!” Ray exclaimed, firing back at Peter, who was hiding behind an upturned table, shit eating grin on his face. “We were TRYING to decorate the firehouse but Venkman keeps goofing off!” He complained, and pointed your gaze towards the hollow pumpkins on the floor in-between the two men.
“I didn’t start this” Peter protested, peeking out from behind the table, giving ray the stinkeye. “Innocent ol’ Stantz dumped friggin’ pumpkin guts onto my uniform!” He whined. “Well maybe if you didn’t leave your uniform on the floor i wouldn’t have ruined it!” Ray shot back.
You sighed, picking up as many pumpkins as you could, piling the carving tools into them, peering over the edge of one to look at Peter and Ray. “Where are Winston and Spengs?” You inquired, raising an eyebrow.
“Lab and kitchen respectfully. Im sure you can figure out who’s where.” Peter said playfully. “Great! I’m going to go carve these, and you two are going to clean this place up before we get our next call.” You said, pointing at the two. “I mean it! If im up here and the Spud comes in for a slice of pumpkin a la guts, im coming for you.”
The two men jokingly saluted at you as you took the soon-to-be decorations downstairs to Peter’s office, then heading to the lab.
“Spengs! You called?” You said, jogging down the stairs to the basement, opening the door. A call from your favourite buster was the reason you were at the firehouse at such a late hour in the first place.
Egon looked up from his papers, sliding his glasses back up his nose, looking almost shocked to see you. “Ah, yes. You sorted out the problem upstairs, correct? I couldn’t get anything done with those two bickering.” He huffed, standing up. You rolled your eyes at him playfully. “Yeah yeah, world war three is over. Need anything else?” Egon shook his head, nervously adjusting his tie. “I uh.. did you need any help up there?”
You instantly brightened up. “I actually do! There are these pumpkins, and-“ you explained your new task to him, mindlessly grabbing his hand and dragging him upstairs to Peter’s office.
“And here’s our stock!” You said with a dramatic flourish. “Roll up those sleeves, we’re going elbow deep!” Egon raised his eyebrows, amused, doing as you said. “Now… what designs do ya think we should have? Ghost is an obvious one, so…” you trailed off as Egon picked up a carving tool.
“I think we should do a mushroom.” He suggested, hand clasping his neck. “There’s nothing more fall-like than foraging. Did you know there’s actually a fungus called the Jack-o-Lantern fungus? It glows in the dark!” Egon rambled. You smiled as he pulled out an encyclopedia, flipping to a bookmarked page. “The cap is convex, flat, and has a funnelled shape all at once!” He pointed to each section of the pictured diagram as he spoke.
You took the book from Egon, taking a pen and carefully referencing, you drew up the said mushroom on the pumpkin. “Would you do the honours?” You said, pointing the carving tool at him, simultaneously placing his book somewhere it couldn’t get dirty. “Would I!” He eagerly took the tool from you, thrusting it into the pumpkin. You sat in Peter’s chair, propping up your head in your hand, smiling at how excited the man was. He was kind of cute, if you were being honest.
“Excuse me?” Egon said, visibly shocked. “Huh?” You said, shaking yourself out from your small rest. “I’m kind of cute, huh?” He grinned at you, face red.
“….Yes.” You said deciding to take your idiocy in stride. “Ha. Nice.” He said, still grinning, going back to carving the pumpkin.
You two would work this out later. For now, you were content in carving pumpkins with your closest friend.
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subskz · 2 years
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IM SO SORRY FOR NOT CLARIFYING! mhm! I would love to just know your thoughts on it !! It’s been on my mind so much and I love seeing peoples head cannons/thoughts !!
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no worries at all! i figured that’s what you meant but i just wanted to be sure ^_^
perv skz…naturally the first member that comes to mind is jisung 😽 even if he feels a lil guilty abt it hannie cant help but think with his dick instead of his brain sometimes n that results in him doing some things he’s not very proud of. he’s definitely the type to stare very blatantly at any part of your skin that’s exposed especially your chest <3 he doesn’t even mean to but he fully blanks out over smth as subtle as you leaning over in front of him so don’t expect him to process or have any kind of intelligent response to anything you say when he can see even a glimpse of your cleavage, he’s too busy daydreaming abt you petting his head as he sucks on your chest. it’s embarrassing how often he trips/stumbles/runs into things bc he’s so easily distracted and turned on by the most mundane things you do. i also think he’d have a veryyy bad habit of stealing your underwear and using it to get off, esp if you’re apart for long periods of time
i think hyunjin would somehow be even more obvious abt it than jisung, as impossible as that seems. he’s not good at hiding his emotions at all so being sneaky abt his perversions is not his strong suit bc it shows all over his face 🤭 what riles him up pathetically fast is your touch, no matter how innocent. your hand could accidentally brush against his thigh and he’d stay thinking abt it for longer than he probably should, letting his imagination run wild until he gets himself hard and squirming at just the memory of it. when he’s around you and he starts to let his thoughts wander…he’s clinging to you in an instant, pressing his hips against you and whining softly abt how he needs you to take care of him 💓 if he’s feeling desperate enough, he might even act up like that a bit in front of the other boys. also…pictures! not even sexual ones, he has so many pictures of you that were taken innocently in the moment but he’s such a needy little thing that they’re enough for him to jerk off to
minho on the other hand is much better at masking how he feels, it’d be hard to catch him unless he wanted you to (which, knowing lino, he would probably let happen often enough just as an excuse to be punished or create tension hehe) like jisung i can see him being very prone to staring at you, but not necessarily just at your body. more in the sense of observing you w a bit too much intensity and noticing little things you do that drive him crazy for reasons he can’t explain…he’s a bit obsessive. stretching so that your shirt rides up or you let out a soft grunt, tapping your fingers so elegantly he starts imagining them inside of him or roaming all over his body, eating a popsicle or ice cream, crossing your arms in a way that squeezes your chest together, that serious look that forms on your face when you’re concentrating…all seemingly normal behaviors but he cant help the way they get him worked up. lino really likes eye contact so…just lots n lots of staring like he’s fucking you w his eyes and hoping you’ll meet his gaze lmao
as for channie, he’d probably feel the most ashamed abt it out of all the boys but he might still have his moments~ i can’t it out of my mind that he gets insanely turned on by scents (maybe my puppy channie agenda hehe) so his biggest weakness is when you leave your sweaters or hoodies around him. no matter how hard he tries to resist and how guilty he feels abt it, he always ends up burying his face in the garment and feeling his mind go hazy when he takes in your familiar smell. it soothes him and drives him crazy all at once, and when he’s away from you and feeling super desperate, touching himself while surrounded by your sweet, comforting scent is just what he needs to cum embarrassingly fast ♡
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bitchyglitterfox · 2 years
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Petals and Bullets - TASM!Peter Parker x F!Reader
Yay finally posting another fanfiction instead of just reading haha this one was an inspired by a few fics here. Without further ado here it is! Don’t forget to leave feedback hehe
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Summary: a mafia AU where Peter Parker is a gang leader who happens to fall into the lap of a florist on one stormy night.
Warnings: mafia violence, mutual pinning, murder, injury, torture but not graphic or long, slapping, no smut this time but mentions of sex, kidnappings, not proof read. F!reader use of she/her pronouns, gun violence
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It was just after closing and she was the only one left in the small shop, being the owner sucked sometimes but she loved nothing more than the smiles her flowers brought to customers. The rain falling outside made the quiet of the shop peaceful as she swept up the dirt and fallen petals were strewn across the floor during business hours.
A small thud alerted her to the front door of the shop, and she checked her watch - it read 10:15 pm - the shop had been closed for 15 minutes, who could it possibly be at this time? Her curiosity got the better of her and she paced towards the door, a figure slumped against the door dripping wet from the rain pelting down outside.
She slowly unlocked the door and opened it just a bit so her voice could be carried out to the stranger.
“Im sorry we're closed for the night! Come back in the morning, than-” she is interrupted by a groan from the stranger who she soon determined was in fact a man.
“Help me please,” the person says. She rushes to open the door more just as the stranger goes limp against her body. She groans as his weight becomes dead weight as she pulls him inside against all logic and the many rules and tips she's heard from all the true crime podcasts she is obsessed with.
Something warm and sticky runs down the hand she has against the stranger's waist, pulling it to the light she sees
“Blood? Shit what have I just gotten myself into here?” she says out loud as she carries the stranger deeper into the store and to the back room. She lays him down against the bags of soil and reaches for her phone.
The stranger shoots awake and grasps her wrist.
“No, no cops, they will only make things worse than they already are,” he says just before passing out from pain once more. She stares at him in shock and fear. She has no medical training and if his injury is worse than what she can do here with her first aid kit then he will surely die.
Working fast she runs to the small bathroom in the back to fetch her first aid kit, she also grabs a bowl of warm water and a clean rag to wash away any dirt or blood on the handsome - now that she got a good look at him in the light of the room - stranger. Upon returning she sees he is still unconscious which seems to work in her favor as she can work in peace. With her supplies, she lifts up his disheveled shirt to see what she is working with.
She sees where the blood has come from and luckily it has stopped bleeding. She grabs the rag and warm water and begins to clean the area to make sure it isn't as deep as she presumes or else she will have to make the call to the police to get him the help he needs. The cut isn't as deep and she is able to bandage it up. She wipes the sweat from her brow and examines her work.
“Gods, (reader) you sure are stupid to let this strange man into your shop all beaten and bloodied” she mumbles to herself as she leaves the storage and locks the door behind her. She runs up the stairs located to the right of the room and quickly goes to the storage closet in her little apartment, grabbing a pillow and heavy blankets. Winters in New York were cold and if she didn't want to wake to a dead man in her store he needed warmth for the night.
When she reaches him once again she wraps him in the blankets and lays a pillow beneath his head, making sure that he can't possibly hurt himself once more. She closes the door to the storage room once more but does not lock it this time. She walks back up to the small apartment the day’s events finally taking their toll upon her. She makes sure to lock her front door and makes her way to her bed.
The following morning she wakes up and makes her way to the kitchen, making herself coffee, mentally preparing to tell the man injured and asleep in your storage room he has overstayed his welcome or is rather unwelcome. She spins in her little kitchen just as she spots the same injured man sitting upright on her couch reading a book. The mug in her hands breaks as it hits the floor.
“What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?” she says as she stares at him, his short wavy hair falls upon his forehead and he looks at her.
He nonchalantly says “You left your door unlocked, which you really shouldn't do, it isn't safe! Anyone could just come up in here besides I was bored downstairs and decided to explore.”
“I-what the hell is going on?” she contemplates as she steps forward forgetting the broken mug just as her bare foot makes contact and ceramic pieces find a home in her flesh. She hisses in pain and brings her foot up just as the handsome stranger reaches her and helps her to the couch.
“Where's your first aid kit?” He asks as he inspects her foot and lays it down on the coffee table. He looks at her with the most beautiful brown eyes she ever laid eyes on, they were like pools of chocolate she wanted to get lost in. he's so close to her, she can smell his cologne he smells like cinnamon and smoke. She could get used to that scent combination.
“Bathroom, under the sink, it's the second door on the right,” she says while trying to keep the tears in because the glass in her foot really fucking hurt. He quickly comes back and takes her foot again.
“This will hurt a little bit ok,” he says as he takes tweezers and pulls the glass out. she winces in pain as he wipes down her foot with an alcohol wipe.
“What's your name, I should at least know the name of a stranger who has now not only presumably broken into my apartment but who also fell into my lap, whose life I just saved,” she asks as he puts a band-aid on her foot.
“Parker, Peter Parker,” he said smiling with a smirk that graced his face
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Her laptop pinged with another notification of a sale, and a smile graced her face when she saw who had made the purchase. Ever since the day Peter Parker fell into (reader) life he was making purchases from her shop weekly, she let him know that he in no way needed to purchase flowers from her but he insisted that he loved her arrangements.
Soon enough they became fast friends, he told (reader) the reason he had fallen into her life that night was a mugger tried to rob him and he fought back ending in the stabbing.
(Reader) was pulled from her thoughts when the bell above her store door rings signaling someone has entered, she wipes her hands on her pants and goes and sees that Peter has come in for a daily lunch date. Well, it isn't really a date even though she wishes it was. These last 5 months of having him in her life have been great.
“Well hello there, how can I help you today?” she says while leaning on her right leg with her arms crossed.
“I've come to take a beautiful woman out to lunch,” he says while grabbing her hand and kissing it. A smile graces his lips while she cringes
“Ugh peter, don't kiss my hands, I've had them in the dirt all morning,” she says pulling her hand away and blushing.
“Well then tough girl, go clean up so we can go and get food. I'm hungry.” he winks at her as he watches her walk to the bathroom to clean her hands.
“Alright, give me a sec,” she says to go to the back room where the sink is and clean off my hands. “Alright let's go!”
He slips his arm around her waist, she turns her head so he can’t see the blush creeping up onto her face. She takes a deep breath to calm herself and turns to look up at Peter, the height difference is quite noticeable, her being almost a few inches shorter than her. Her eyebrow raises as she sees a tattoo peaking out of the color of his shirt.
“Hey what kinda tattoos do you have on your neck?” she asks in genuine curiosity as she reaches up to touch his neck the action and wors making him stop dead in his tracks.
“Don’t worry about it” he says in a dark tone. A chill goes down my spine when I hear the words leave his mouth.
“Uh, ok”
“Come on, the restaurant is just up ahead.”
They make it into the restaurant, and something about his response to her question just didn't sit well with (reader). In the five months that they've known each other he's never snapped at her, why was he being so secretive as he was the first night she met him?
She pulled out of my thoughts when he grabs her hand, he begins rubbing soothing circles into her hand. Butterflies start-up in my stomach and a small smile creeps up onto my face.
We soon finish our food and walk back to the shop. This time a peaceful silence has overcome us only for Peter to break it.
“You know I’ll always protect you right?”
The question catches her off guard but she answers anyway.
“Of course, you always make me feel safe, like the other night when I was throwing away the trash and a noise scared me you went out to investigate it!” she say laughing softly the memory coming to the surface of her mind.
“Yeah, that noise turned out to be a stray cat.” he laughs.
“What's with the sudden question though?” she looks up at him with innocence in her eyes, she looks making him clench his jaw, how he’d wanted to make her look like that while he made her come undone beneath him.
“When we get back to your shop I’m going to tell you something, I've wanted to tell you for a while now but didn't know how.”
“Shit, he’s going to confess to me?” she thinks to herself a small smile gracing her lips
“I really hope this doesn't ruin the relationship that we’ve built over the last five months.”
“Oh, fuck he really is going to confess, and he thinks I dont feel the same,” she hopes the look in her eyes dont give away the feelings she has developed for him in the last few months, eyes are the window to the soul and she desperately wished they were glazed windows at this moment.
“Of course, I promise whatever it is wont to change how I feel about you or the relationship we’ve built,” she says while smiling.
They arrive back at the shop quicker than she thought much to her disdain, not that she's complaining. The second they step through the door, Peter locks the door. Weird but maybe he doesn't want anyone to interrupt his little confession.
“You should sit down, this might be a bit too much.” She sits on her stool by the register and looks at him. A bit of fear rose in her. “Ok, so the day after you met me I told you that I was mugged on my way home, that's why I had gotten stabbed?”
She shakes her head yes.
“Well that was a lie, the real reason I was stabbed, was a rival mafia attack. In retaliation for me taking out one of their higher-ups. (reader) I am the leader of the Uomo Ragno mafia. I trust you enough now that I’m telling you the truth. Please don't hate me.”
Wow, that wasn't the type of confession she was hoping for.
“I-I you kill people! I’m friends with a criminal!” she say all of a sudden feeling light headed. “Wow this is some shit right out of a movie!”
“I’d never in a million years ever think of hurting you, neither would the rest of the guys, as long as you don’t tell anyone.” He says as he reaches over the counter to grab her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“I don't know how you want me to process this new found information! Parker you’re apart one of the scariest mafia’s in New Yoek! On one hand that's pretty cool on another I’m friends with a killer. I need time to process all this. I think it’s best you leave. When I'm mentally ready to see you again and have a second conversation about this I’ll call you.” she pulls her hand out of his and walk to the entrance and open the door for him.
“Just know that I'll always protect you no matter what Y/n. I’m just a phone call away.” he says walking past me and leaving a kiss on my cheek, she turns her head away from him not wanting to watch him leave.
She watchs as he walks down the street, she begins to close the door when… “Peter!” she yell. He turns around and walks back towards her, she pullshim into the shop.
“Yes?” he says skeptical and worried he would get yelled at or told to completely stay out of her life.
“I trust you, I trust you will all my heart even though my brain is currently calling me a dumbass. How could I not trust a guy who protects me from scary cats in the alley.”
He smiles at her and she is the one to grab his hand this time.
“Come on we are going up to my apartment and you are telling me everything.” she gently smiles at the man infront of her and drags him up to her apartment.
Another few weeks have gone by since Peter told (reader) his true identity things seem to have gone back to normal however anytime (reader) is without Peter by her side she feels as though someone is watching her. It is like a shadow, when she is out at a vendors market she feels the chill of being watched creep up her spine.
Unfortunately for her the creeping feeling was correct and later that week her shop was broken into while she was away with Peter.
“You are staying with me from now on.” he says as he helps the florist clean up her store.
“Peter, i am fine. This happens especially in new york, this was bound to happen” she sighs.
“I dont care! What if you had been here, and i wasnt able to protect you? Fine, i will have one of my men posted with you at all times to keep you safe and to give myself a peace of mind.”
She smiles up at the man and gives him a kiss on his cheek, lingering just a bit.
“See peter im a big girl and besides the gun training youve given me has been a good help so incase my store gets broken into i’ll be able to protect myself”
If only both of them knew the plan that was happening behind the scenes, a revenge plot that had (reader) stuck in the middle or of the man snapping photos of the too from the car parked across the street. The car reves its engine and drives off.
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(Reader) sweeps the floor, just doing anything to distract herself until Peter shows up for their movie night. It’s been a month since Peter confessed that he was a leader of a mafia and surprisingly she was fine with it. A smile appears on her face when I hear the bell chime.
“Peter did you remember the snacks I told you to get!” she calls out back still turned to the door as she puts the broom away.
“Oh, so you're the girl Parker has taken a liking too.” her body freezes. She turns and sees a man, no older than 30, she’d say he was drop dead handsome if it weren't for the fact that he was in my shop and knew who Peter was.
“Where closed, p-please come back in the morning.” she says tightly grabbing her broom handle, trying to be brave but the way her voice wavers betrays her.
“Where are my manners, let me introduce myself. My name is Eddie, Eddie Brock, leader of Venom” he says while walking further in and touching the flowers I have on display.
“Fuck he’s the leader of Venom, the deadliest mafia here in New York. I'm really fucked if i don't think of a getaway plan like now!” she thinks to herself internally.
“Beautiful little shop you have here, Ms. (last name). Might I also add that you are even prettier than you are in the surveillance pictures i had my men take of you over the course of 5 and a half months.”
“What do you want?” she steps back further in the shop, if she could only grab the gun Peter gave her.
“You, Ms (last name). You see, Peter killed one of my top ranked men. I want to make him suffer, the only way to do that is by hurting you.”
Her back hit the counter where the newly planted lilies are. She hisses in pain. Where the fuck was her so called body gaurd, one of the men Peter had told would be with her just outside the shop anytime he wasnt their.
“Now we can do this the hard way or we can do this is the hard way.” he says stepping closer.
“I say hard way!” she grabbed a fresh planted lilies and threw the flower and dirt in his face running to the stairs that lead up to her apartment, the gun behind the register forgotten.
“Stupid little bitch!” Eddie yelled.
She was almost home free when she gets thrown against the wall. She groans in pain, spots begin to form in her vision. She looks up and sees a guy, she trys to scream but a rag is put over her mouth and nose. She begins to fight the urge to breathe in because she knows if she does shes done for but she fails and soon everything fades to black.
“Trash the place, we got what we came for. And leave a note for him. He wants to fuck with me? We’ll make him regret ever leaving us.” Eddie says while walking out following one of his henchmen holding the unconscious girl.
The rest of Venom however, destroy everything in sight, they make it look like a tornado had swept into the little shop. They pick up plants still in their seedling holders and throw them into the walls, once they finish admire their work they walk back out and into an unmarked black Van and head off into the night.
If only Peter had gotten to the shop 30 mins earlier, maybe he could have saved her.
*30 mins later*
Peter arrives at the little flower shop owned by the girl that he loves, the sight causes him to clench the bag of her favorite snacks, surely crushing the chips into crumbs, he had brought to share with her for their movie night. He steps in hearing the broken glass crunch under his feet. Broken pots and mounds of dirt surrounding the shop. Did someone rob the place?
He thinks to himself then his mind immediately goes to where her guard is, he runs out of the shop and to his unmarked car, only to see her guard dead with a singlr gun shot wound to the forehead. He rushed back into the shop and up to her apartment.
“Y/n! Are you here? Where are you?” he yells into the small home getting no response. He goes back down to the up the shop and back to the counter where she usually did her arrangements and sees a note addressed to him.
“Parker, we have your precious Y/n, if you ever wish to see her alive and in one piece you’ll come back and join us. If you decline have fun putting the puzzle back together again.”
E. B.
Peter crumbles the letter and pulls out his phone, dialing a number.
“It’s Peter, they took her.”
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It’s been a few days since (reader) was taken by Venom, only now were they able to find her location. Currently they just outside the gates of the mansion deep in the woods.
“Ready?” Peter asks while looking around the bulletproof van, everyone nods in agreement, “Alright Miles, hit it”
The van drives straight through the front gates and up to the front of the mansion where men had already began to line up in the front. They open the van doors and begin firing, taking out the guards in the front with ease.
They all run to the front taking cover behind the towering pillars. A fire fight ensues between Venom and Uomo Ragno. Peter stealthy slips past while the others take care of the enemy. He moves swiftly through the huge mansion, taking out any of Eddie’s men as he searches for his beloved.
However in the room on the second floor of the house, (Reader) is being tortured for information.
“Just tell us the information we want to know and the pain will stop.” Eddie says while twisting the knife in (reader) leg. She lets out a blood curdling scream. “Screaming wont help you, this room is soundproof.”
“I told y-you, i don't know anything! Please stop this” she cries as blood and tears mix. A slap to the face.
“Don’t fucking lie to me! That little bastard must have told you something! Nonetheless, he should be here soon.”
“Wh-what?” the beaten and bruised girl whispers.
“I told him if he comes back to join me you'll be set free. Doesn't matter much since you’ll both be dead either way.” he says as he picks up the girl and drags her out to the balcony. She tries her hardest to scrirm away from the man with the tight grip on her hair. He hulls her up and grips the collar of her shirt as he hangs her over the edge.
The door opens, giving (Reader) a small bit of hope but it’s crushed when she sees its only one of Eddie’s men coming to inform him that Uomo Ragno are in the building.
“Very well, if you want to make an omelette you have to crack the eggs yourself.” Eddie says as he keeps the girl over the edge, “I could easily kill you right now and i would not feel a thing, however i will keep you here hanging until your boyfriend comes to save you.”
Moments later the door opened once more.
“Peter” she whispers hoping her eyes weren't deceiving her.
“(reader),” he sighs in relief but his face goes back to the stoic expression as he sees her dangling over the ledge, “Eddie let her go, she isnt apart of this, your quarrel is with me.”
“You are right so i will let you choose, who's going to die the useless florist or the traitor? Decisions, decisions,” Eddie says pulling out a gun from his waist.
“If you kill me, will you let her go?” he asks as he lays his gun on the ground.
“No Peter dont you dare throw your life away for me!” she screams gripping harder onto eddie’s arms that are holding on her tightly.
“Fine, if i kill you she can go back to her useless life as a florist.” He says smiling at the mafia boss infront of him.
“Then fucking shoot me and spare her!”
“As you wish” Eddie raised the gun in his hand while pulling her back over the edge, he fires one shot into Peters chest just as (reader) fights his grip on her.
“No!” she screams as Eddie finally let her go, she runs to the man who she has loved since the moment he had picked glass from her foot. She holds his face in her hands as she cries against him.
“You fucking asshole!” she screams as eddie walks past her slapping her hard.
“Pitiful, now get ready to meet him in the after life” he says as she raises his gun to her forehead. She closes her eyes, he pulls the trigger but it jams, thinking fast she grabs peters gun and fires twice, both times the bullets enter his chest. He falls down with a thud.
Peter stirs against her body, he coughs and tries to sit up.
“Peter?” fresh tears begin to fall from her eyes “Peter!” she hugs him tightly
“Hey there tough girl,” he smiles hugging her back just as tightly. “I’m so sorry i’m late” he says as he rips open his shirt revealing the bullet proof vest
“But you are here now, you came for me that is all i truly care about”
“I am never letting you out of my sight ever again” he said grabbing my face between his hands, “Before anything else happens, I want to say that I love you (reader), since the morning after you helped me.”
She is about to speak when a sudden rush of burning hot pain rips through her left leg.
“Fuck! This just gets better, I got stabbed in the leg, but Peter I love you too” she says while pulling him towards her and having their lips locked in a quick chaste kiss.
“Come on, let's go home. This time i get to bandage you up babe” he says with a flirtatious wink, “ill have my men clean this mess up and get rid of his body.” Peter says while standing up with (Reader) and kicking Eddies body.
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apompkwrites · 2 years
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More thoughts on our lil poly group… I’m also lowkey trying to figure out group/throuple puns. So far, I have Octopoly-ing(cause I don’t know how to spell) F-eel-ings. Cause. Well. I love puns. Octopoly cause… octopus… poly… and F-eel-ings cause… well… we got some eels. It kinda sounds like “Occupying Feelings” soooo…
I’m also wondering for lil Leech, they seem to also have a lil ahoge. They seem resemble Jade with what side it’s on, but I can’t help but ask is that their only ahoge? Maybe they have two like Riddle but instead of forming a heart, they just frame lil Leech’s face?
…I’m also wondering about Aster(I’m calling the electric eel aster now)’s UM… Jade’s UM’s phrase is literally “Shock the Heart”, soooo… makes me wonder about our lil electrify friend’s UM… is it electri-terrifying? I feel a lil bad cause I love puns but I know not all folks like puns and may even find them cringy… but puns are so nice…
Ooooh! Would any of them have something like Jade and Floyd’s earrings? Be it two out of the three or all three? I’m also imagining lil Ashengrotto maybe shyly giving them a present and being scared of their reactions so they aren’t really looking at the two and the two just… look at the gifts… look at each other… and silently solidify even more if not already established their relationship of protecting our lil octo at all costs…
Dang it! I am so soft for them! I did not expect to get so soft and attached to them gosh darn it! I guess you can say… they’re Octopolying my thoughts 。゚(TヮT)゚。
hehe octopoly
so for leech!(name)'s lil ahoge, i like the idea of them having two? kinda like lil ears in their hair. but but! they kinda look like their fin ear things when they're in human form? like its less obvious when they're in eel form but human form it sorta looks more like fins :D i'm kinda obsessed with the idea that the twins each have designs on one side while (name) has the design in the middle?
like, think they always take photos with (name) in the middle and floyd and jade to the left and right.
so im not actually too sure about aster's UM? because i sorta based him off of one of my electric eel ocs that already exist for twst. so i'll try and give it more thought and probably do a deep dive on him someday :)
so on their own, leech!(name) would definitely have had a pair of matching earrings with their brothers. whether or not they choose to wear them... who knows? but as a trio, they'd definitely wear something that unites them all :))
maybe ashengrotto!(name) has a lil necklace (kinda like ursula) and then the eels have maybe some sort of rings? because leech!(name) doesn't wanna have a connection with their brothers depending on their relationship.
and yes yes if the eel duo gets a gift from their precious lil octopus, they'd freeze and just be like "oh my seven we love them"
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