#might as well post this now i'm too giddy about it to sit on it any longer lmao

[gargoy-ross]

The Vees with a s/o that likes to crochet + how they'd react if you gift them a plush of you two holding hands

First time posting on Tumblr, I know these are probably ooc. Gn reader, a bit suggestive on Val's. That's all, enjoy :)

Vox

Vox doesn't really understand your hobby, but hey, whatever makes you happy. Besides, he loves it when you run to him all giddy and exited to show off your latest creation. He'll let you sit on his lap while you crochet and he works. Just make sure your yarn doesn't get tangled up in the wires...

Giving him the plush

Keeping the gift as a surprise was hard, this man has cameras everywhere, but somehow you managed. And you're quite proud of yourself for that too. Now you're sitting in his office, waiting for him to get back from the meeting. You glance at the clock - it should end right about now.

As if on cue, Vox opens the door and as it slams shut you hear the most tired and annoyed sigh from him.

"Bad time?" You ask.

He shakes his head at the question. "Just a shitty meeting," He practically falls into his chair, "and an even shittier day."

He raises his brows and the annoyance is gone in an instant. "What's that for, doll?"

"I made this. For you." You smile awkwardly as you pass the box to him.

Vox carefully lifts the lid and takes the plush out. He examines it as if he wasn't quite sure what it was. The expression on his screen is unreadable, and his voice quieter than usual.

"You made this? You made... us?"

You nod and Vox's expression softens. He has already forgotten the stress from earlier.

"It's adorable. Thanks doll."

He smiles. Not the business man smile or the TV host smile, a genuine smile.

Valentino

Val thinks it's a waste of time. Why would you sit there, making stupid knots instead of, I don't know, spending time with him?! But, like Vox, if it makes you happy, he'll tolerate it.

Giving him the plush

You decide to present him with the plush one night after he's done with filming. So there you sit, on the couch in one of the backrooms in his studio, nervously fiddling with the gift. When Valentino steps in to the room he's surprised to see you. You don't usually spend time at the studio.

He's voice is ever so sultry when he addresses you. "Well hello sweetheart. Didn't know you were waiting for me." He then notices what your holding and snatches the plush from your hands, a teasing smile on he's face as he toys with it. "Oh my, what's this darling?"

You stand up. He cocks his head, making sure to hold the plush out of your reach.

"It's a gift. I though I'd be nice to give you something."

He's grin widens and he lifts your chin up with one of his hands. "Not exactly my style of a toy, but thank you sweetheart."

Velvet

Velvet would most be the most tolerant towards your yarn hording habits. She doesn't mind, as long as you keep your stuff separate from hers. If you have the talent, she might design accessories which she'll ask you to crochet for her. And, if you agree to it, she will make you a Sinstagram to show off all your creations.

Giving her the plush

Velvet is on her break when you decide visit her studio to give her the gift. You've put the plush in a gift bag hoping it wouldn't raise questions from her employees. While you don't think they'd make fun of you, you know how important the public appearances of you two were for Velvet.

It doesn't take long for you to find her, scrolling on her phone as she picks at her lunch. "I didn't know you were stopping by babe."

"I figured you'd be on your break about now." You say, handing her the bag. "This is for you."

She wastes no time taking the plush out. "Aww, you made us hold hands. It's adorable." She turns it around in her hands examining all the little details you've made. "You even got my outfit on point." She then leans in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I'm glad you liked it."

She has to soon get back to work, her collections need to be perfect for the next show, so you bid your goodbyes. Later that day you get a notification from your Sinstagram that you've been tagged on a post. You can't help but smile when you see the photo Velvet had posted to show off the plush.

#vox x reader #velvet x reader #valentino x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #the vees x reader #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel valentino

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

Heyyy I loved your Oscar fic and I was wondering if you could write something where reader is Lando’s sister and she comes to a gp with him and she meets Oscar and she develops a crush on him

There's A Lightness In Your Eyes - OP81

Lando had told y/n plenty about Oscar ahead of the 2023 season since they spent time together during the break. Now they're in Bahrain for testing ahead of the Grand Prix and Lando, while not needing his sister there, has pulled her over to join him because apparently they need "bonding time". Something he demanded.

"If he seems kind of quiet, don't hold it against him. He's just kind of a quiet guy." Lando states to his sister who rolls her eyes. "What?"

"If either one of us can't handle an introvert, it's you Lando." Y/n giggles rolling her eyes then squealing when Lando pokes her side to tickle her. "Ah, don't do that!"

Lando does it again which ends up with Lando eventually chasing his sister to the McLaren unit ready to terrorise her even more in the safety of the paddock.

"Are you two really chasing each other?" Zak chuckles when y/n trips over and squeals hitting the ground pretty hard.

"She started it." Lando states, uncaring of his childishness since Zak doesn't actually care, so long as his team delivers on results and his drivers are confident about progress (along with backed up by data) then this is all acceptable.

Y/n spots the new teammate she recognises from McLaren posts and smiles jumping up to her feet. It only takes a couple seconds for their eye contact to make her insides turn to absolute mush.

"Hi..." Y/n smiles in a light voice moving to shake his hand. "I'm y/n."

"I'm Oscar." He states and his accent. HIS ACCENT.

Lando and Zak mainly engage in conversation while Oscar contributes slightly and y/n watches trying to keep her tongue in her mouth.

Y/n is no stranger to being attracted to a lot of the F1 drivers. Charles? Oh yeah that man is godly. Lewis? How could you not? Pierre's constant "fuck me" eyes? Yeah, she's been tempted. Carlos and literally everything he does? Y/n could hardly make eye contact.

But this thickly feeling in her chest, fluttering in her stomach. She's never felt like this. She's not foolish enough to believe that love at first sight is a thing, but this is definitely something she has never experienced before.

"Y/n, I got some media to do. So what do you want to do?" Lando asks making her snap out her thoughts of wondering what it might be like to feel Oscar's lips on her. They look soft. "Y/n, hello?"

"What's Oscar doing?" Y/n asks making Oscar look up a little shocked she's even asking.

"I'm going to grab some food."

"I'll stick with Oscar. I'm kind of hungry." Y/n shrugs trying to play it off as minor when actually being alone with Oscar is already making her feel giddy.

"Alright, well don't scare him. I'll see you later." Lando states fist-bumping his sister as he does with everyone apart from their grandmother.

"Bye." Y/n nods then turning to Oscar once her brother has left with Zak following suit to actually handle some business.

Y/n ends up nervously rambling, practically talking too much for Oscar to make any attempt at properly part-taking in the conversation. But he seems happy to eat and listen, just smiling as she rambles about her life, her brother and her thoughts on how McLaren's season is going to go.

-

Lando is not the brightest in the world, so the fact his sister and teammate are spending more and more time together as the week goes on, it's not something he notices. In fact the rest of the grid notices the two of them growing incredibly close in record time.

Oscar's face and eyes light up every time y/n is around him and it's obvious that the two have quickly grown close.

"Ok, do you want some help?" Oscar smiles patting the halo as y/n bounces a little in excitement to climb into the cockpit of Oscar car.

She's not driving it anywhere or even doing anything beyond sitting there. But she's never got to do this because Lando just never offered.

"Yeah I don't want to break anything." Y/n nods then smiling a blinding brightness when his hands fall to her waist, a place they're finding their way to more and more, before he lifts her up and into the cockpit.

"Ok, you just sit down. It might not be the most comfortable for you, since the seat is custom to me." Oscar warns while she nods shifting to sit down before she smiles. "Alright hold on."

Oscar moves, grabbing his helmet before he helps her put it on and smiles seeing her in his helmet. He can't even stop himself from capturing a few photos with the visor up to really show her smile that creases her eyes.

"What do you think?" Oscar asks making showing her the photos. "I think you really suit my helmet personally."

There's a flutter in her chest that nearly makes her melt into a puddle right there in the cockpit.

Oscar helps her back out and pulls off the helmet, and while he doesn't have the confidence to do it, y/n closes the space. Thinking "fuck it" as she finally kisses him. there's some gasps, one or two claps and one cheer of encouragement of Oscar's side of the garage seeing the action. But the two kiss and it's as perfect as y/n had been wishing for.

It's only once she's back out the car and sitting up on one of the ledges while Oscar has gone to change into his race suit that Lando appears with his engineer.

"Hey, I was wondering where you got to. What have you been doing?"

"Oh uhh...just hanging around to be honest." She shrugs innocently as if she didn't just kiss his teammate. "I'm going to get out the way though. Call mum and dad just to catch up."

-

The soft launch wasn't an surprise to anyone but Lando and when the photo dump came including the picture y/n in Oscar's car with his helmet. Lando finally connected the dots.

"Hey, what the hell? How are you doing to date my little sister and not even tell me?" Lando questions hating that he's having found this out after everyone else. Since Carlos was there when he saw the post and pointed out everyone else knew about it. "And you! You're really going to start dating my new teammate without even telling me you liked him."

Both feel guilty, but Oscar only just met the man and Lando's extroverted personality can be a little intimidating. Telling Lando was a bit of a scary thought.

Meanwhile, y/n just didn't want things to get awkward. Plus she somewhat believes she's beyond needing her brother's permission to date someone, teammate or not.

"Are you really mad or are you just annoyed you didn't know?" Y/n questions knowing her brother well enough that he's not the protective type of brother that would try to get in the way of a relationship especially that makes her as happy as she is.

"Shut up."

Clearly the latter.

"So are you alright with this?" Y/n asks knowing that Oscar probably needs the reassurance.

"Yes. But I don't want to witness disgustingly cute stuff. Keep that stuff away from me." Lando states, somewhat childishly but it's not really out of his character as a brother.

"Given we've managed that so far, I'm sure we can keep that up." Y/n laughs before moving to Oscar as she side hugs him then pausing. "Are hugs ok?"

"Yes...but the way you both light up looking at each other is making me feel more single than ever." Lando grumbles then turning. "I'm going to get a reputation as a third wheel to the two of you."

"And what a lucky man you are for that." Y/n giggles before she grins at him. "Don't think this gives you a pass to try with my friends."

"I wouldn't want to your friends are annoying." Lando shrugs going back to the bickering sibling dynamic that they usual have. "You guys are cute together...dammit. You better not break her heart, Oscar. Then I have to have beef with my own teammate and that's going to end badly."

#f1 #fanfic #formula 1 #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri one shot #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri #Oscar #Piastri #mclaren f1 #mclaren formula 1 #mclaren #Oscar Piastri x reader #op81 #op81 x y/n #op81 x reader #op81 one shot #op81 imagine #op81 fluff #sister!reader #lando norris #lando norris x reader #Lando Norris x sister!reader

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 45

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, suicidial ideation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

"How was it, dearie?" Dottie asks as you get in.

You keep your cool. Something about that house dampens your spirits. You look her in the eye grimly and shrug.

"Luna baby missed ya," she chimes, "first time away from ya and all."

"Oh?" You tweak a brow apathetically, "she hungry?"

She sighs, "you're her mama."

You narrow your eyes. She can probably read your thoughts across your face. Yeah, and what about her father?

"I pumped all that milk before I went. I can't feed her now, I had some mimosas," you turn your palms out, "you'll have to start the formula."

"Nothing wrong with that. I sent you out to have fun," she gives a clamped smile, "I got enough for the youngin. She's still nappin'."

"Great," you mutter, "I'm gonna lay down."

"I'll bring her up to ya before I tuck in," Dottie offers.

"Sure," you turn away and drag your feet to the stairs.

Your escape was all too brief. The afterglow fades quickly as you climb up to the second floor. The giddiness of making out with Andy in his backseat dissipates as you're drowned in the gloom of that house.

You go into the guestroom where you've made your nest and undress. You lay under the blankets, in silence, without a light. For once you just want to know where you stand with a man and with Andy it's clear. You both just need to forget about all the shit in your life.

Just two more weeks. You won't have your body back, you don't think you ever will, but you will be able to enjoy it. You didn't realise how much you'd miss intimacy until it wasn't there. Not him, never him, just the feeling of another person against you.

🍑

You sit on the bench and tie your sneaker. You don't feel great. Your hips hurt, your back hurts, and you're tired as hell. Still, you don't want to stay in that house.

You stand up and check the stroller again. The baby's secure and staring at nothing with her glassy eyes. You don't get it. She just lays there, then shrieks, then dribbles down milk and sleeps again.

"Oh, sweetie, you off somewhere?" Dottie comes out from the kitchen.

"Just a walk. Been long enough I can move a bit better," you say casually.

"And you're taking the sweet one with you?"

You hear the hopefulness in her voice. She wants you to love the baby. She wants to believe that child is the one redeeming quality she can claim for her son.

"Yeah, might as well," you say as you turn and grab the stroller, turning it to angle after you as you approach the door.

"You want me to come with y'all?" She asks.

You swallow. Don't show your hand.

"If you want," you say dully.

"Ah, don't let me get in your way," she thinks better of it. "I'll be here."

"Won't be long," you say as you get the door open and back out, carefully pulling out the stroller with you, keeping it even as you roll over the edge of each step.

"It's getting chilly out, you got enough blankets?" She calls after you.

"All good," you assure her.

She watches you go, waving from the porch as you twist the stroller around. You keep an even pace as you head through the gate. You don't want her to see your eagerness. You wait until you're beyond the property to pull out your phone. You rest it on the handle and read the last message from Andy. He's coming.

You don't go very fast. You still feel very much unready. You look down at the baby as she rests her fist against her cheek. Something about her nose reminds you of him...

You shake your head. Don't. You don't want to give him that power. He threw all that out when he disappeared.

As you get to the corner, Andy appears. He wears a dark blue hoodie over a grey tee. He approaches with a smile and peers inside the stroller brightly. He leans in to coo at the baby.

"She's getting big."

"I guess," you utter.

"We're Dot?" He looks down the sidewalk.

You frown. Shit. Did you misinterpret?

"I left her behind. Why--"

"Making sure," he winks and leans in to give you a kiss, surprising you. He hooks his arm around you, holding you to him as he deepens the gesture. You push on his chest until he finally relents.

"Andy," you gasp.

"What? I can't help myself. You look... good," he grins.

"Don't lie," you roll your eyes.

He chuckles, "something about your cynicism is really sexy."

"Okay, now you're being a jerk."

He tilts his head and turns to stand beside you. You fall back into step as you give a cautious glance up and down the street. Who would even care? Lloyd isn't around and even if he was, he didn't chat up the neighbourhood.

You head down towards the park. As you get to the bench, you grab Andy and sit at the outskirts of the grass. You brace your lower back and grunt as he holds onto the stroller and kicks down he brakes.

"You okay?"

"Bad back," you hiss as you lean against the metal backing, "been like this for years."

"Old football injury?" He kids.

"You're funny," you sniff.

"I try," he rolls the stroller back and forth, soothing the baby. "So..."

"So..." you look off towards the playground where parents watch their children scream and run around.

"When do you think you could... sneak out?" He asks, fingers tapping above his knee.

"Um," you can't help a smile, cheeks hot, "when do you--" you stop yourself, "you know I can't... do much for at least another week and a half," you keep your voice low.

"Of course, I wasn't-- I hope you don't think--"

"I know, Andy," you bite your lip and look away, "let's not complicate this. Because it's already fucked up so let's just enjoy it while we can."

He nods and lowers his lashes, "yeah, I can do that. How about... I give you a massage tonight? Promise not to get handsy. Purely practical. Get those muscles loosened up."

You scoff, "I might be able to figure something out."

"I could always come to you," he suggests, leaning in to push his shoulder into you.

"We'll see," you look at the baby. She's fast asleep. Yeah, this isn't going to be easy.

🍑

Andy says goodbye at the corner. You don't need Dottie catching on or making any suggestions. You know at heart where her loyalties lie.

You come up to the house and nearly trip on the wheels of the stroller. You recognise the car in the driveway. Right, good timing.

As you walk along the pavement, the front door opens and Suzanne appears with a glint in her eye, "there you are."

"Suzanne," you greet her breathless, "how are you–"

"So when was I going to find out the baby was here?"

"Um, I've been…tied up."

"Of course you have but Lloyd didn't even mention it," she beams over at the baby, "aw, thank god she doesn't take after him."

"Right, well, I guess he isn't much into sharing his private business–"

"A baby is kinda a big deal. I thought at least he'd take time off."

You stare at her. You try not to show your irritation, "well, you know, he's always been a workaholic."

"Not fucking really. He took one job and cut contact a week ago. It's why I'm here. Thought the fuckwit might be laying low."

"Nope, not here. Just us."

"And Mama Hansen. Yeah, I met her. Just as unbearable as her son," she tuts, "I'll make sure to send his ass home once I find him."

You nod. You don't know how to respond. You're not sure how to lie when your tongue won't work. She watches you and her forehead creases between her brows.

"Alright," she pokes her tongue into her lower lip and clicks, "when's the last time you saw him?"

You just look back at her blankly. Her eyes darken and she grits her teeth. She rests her hand on her hip, shifting her blouse to reveal the butt of a handgun.

"Oh, I've been waiting for this day," she smirks, "Lloyd Hansen, you're fucking dead."

She spins on her heel and storms towards her car. You push the stroller after her, "wait, Suz," you plead, "he's not worth it."

"Yeah," she opens the door, "but you are. You just take care of the pookie bear," she faces you again and makes a face at the stroller, "and I'll send his sorry ass home. Hopefully in one piece."

#unexpected #andy barber #andy barber x reader #lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #drabble #series #the gray man #defending jacob

[ariesqueencobra]

what we used to be | Vl

Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're going on a first date! Queue training montage, you make Eli a get well soon card, and you're at the movies!

Warnings: kissing, dangerous activties, mentions of rabies, shots, and hospitals, injury

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I'm gonna hop on here and post this real quick. It's a cute chapter and I like it! I already know what direction I want this series to go, but the storyline I have in my head might change if this would be considered an insert fic. I'll probably ask for opinions in the future cause I really don't want it to not be an insert fic so be on the look out for that! I also want to stress the importance of reblogging fics, on mobile you can hold down the two arrows button and quick reblog this post so that other people can see my work! Just liking this story won't do anything to help me as a writer, if you really enjoyed reading it, just do the simple thing and reblog! It would also be appreciated if you commented! Doing those things tell me people want to read this story and want more, which will encourage me to keep writing!

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“Eli, where are we going?” You chuckled, holding onto his hand as he led you through the forest.

The leaves crunched under your feet and the breeze made you shiver so you were grateful you listened to him when he told you to bring a sweater for your first date. Though, you still weren’t sure where that would be or what it was. 

You hoped it was romantic, this being your first-ever date after all, but when you almost slipped on some mud, you weren’t too sure about it anymore.

“Trust me, you’re gonna love it,” he grinned, holding you tighter and closer. 

You smiled, watching him as he kept his eyes ahead until you turned to see what he was staring at, that’s when you noticed as well. The gasp you let out as you made it onto a dock, the beautiful lake expanding outward, and the trees with orange and yellow leaves made such a breathtaking view.

“You like it?” He asked.

“It’s beautiful,” you shook your head in disbelief, sitting on the edge and letting your feet dangle over the water. “We used to come here all the time, I forgot how amazing the view was.”

“I figured it’d be the perfect spot for our first date,” he smiled, sitting down next to you. “Like old times, but now we can make new memories.”

“So we’re having a picnic?” You beamed, realizing the plastic bag in his hand did hold some purpose.

He handed you the bag and you set it in your lap, rifling through the numerous snacks you loved.

“All your favorites. And your art supplies, I knew you would love to recreate that painting you have in your room,” he suggested.

The scenery was a notable piece in your room, a small collection you had of various locations in the Valley. It was the first collection you ever painted so it was sweet that Eli knew you’d appreciate an opportunity to update a piece.

“Did I ever tell you you’re the best boyfriend ever?” You reached over to kiss his cheek. You were about to reach for your art supplies in your bag when he stopped you, moving your head to kiss you on the lips. It was a long, heartfelt kiss, making you giddy. “Eli,” you giggled pulling away, unable to help your laughter.

“You know you can call me Hawk, right?” He pinched your chin lightly. 

You nodded. “But you’re Eli to me,” you explained, gaze softening. 

“Yeah but Hawk’s way more badass,” he shrugged. 

“I think Eli is just as badass,” you smirked, leaning into his space. 

“I guess just you then,” he gave in. “You can call me whatever you want, babe,” he chuckled, pecking your lips one more time.

You both stayed on that dock for hours until your dad was calling for you to come home. The date was simple and small but it was the most memorable night you’ve had with Eli, your boyfriend.

~

You were standing in the middle of a junkyard, unsure what the purpose of your being here was. But you stood next to Eli and Aisha as you watched as Sensei opened a beer can, chugging it before he wiped his mouth, glancing down at all of you. 

“You’ve trained hard. You’ve gotten stronger, tougher, faster. You’ve done your best. You’re ready for this tournament, am I right?”

“Yes, Sensei!” You shouted.

“Wrong!” He slammed the beer on the ground at your feet.

You flinched when the beverage splashed onto you.

“Your best ain’t shit, if you wanna win the tournament, you gotta give me better than your best, which is why from now on, you’re gonna get my worst. Do you understand?” He shouted.

“Yes, Sensei!”

You felt empowered at his pep talk, ready for whatever he was going to throw at you. While part of your mind was sounding alarms that this was dangerous, you ignored it.

“Are you losers?” 

“No, Sensei!”

“Are you nerds?”

“No, Sensei!”

“Are you sure?”

“No, Sensei!”

You caught your mistake, biting down on your lip to suppress your laugh. And you saw the way Sensei groaned in response before he commanded the group.

“Move those feet! Go!”

He pointed to where there were a bunch of tires lined up. 

Miguel led the way, moving his feet through the holes. Eli was next and you followed behind Eli, weaving your feet through the tires as fast as you could.

“Your enemies are all around you. Destroy them!” Sensei barked.

You began wreaking havoc, smashing the end of the wood plank into the car doors, it was fun and funneling so much anger and hate out of you.

After the short-lived destruction, you were led to a container filled with scrap metal and glass, something that uneased you. The feeling of fear bubbled in your stomach but you swallowed it, knowing fear did not exist.

Miguel made it without a scratch. Then it was Eli’s turn to walk the plank and your breath hitched when his foot slipped. Thankfully he made it and you were able to say you still had a boyfriend. When it was your turn, your legs shook, arms held at either side of you. You crossed, a smile on your face and your boyfriend waiting on the other side with a victory kiss.

Going back to the tires, you were already out of breath, the exhaustion coursing through you and it showed with the rest of the team when Aisha tripped, causing Miguel to fall, then you, then Eli—all on top of each other.

Groaning in pain, Eli’s elbow dug into your back and you tried to get off Miguel without hurting him as well. 

“Sorry,” you winced, pushing off your friend’s back once Eli was off you. “You alright?”

“Yeah, Aisha, you good?” Miguel asked to which she nodded, face contorted in pain.

Sensei ordered you all to stand in the middle of the scrap yard, something in his hand.

“If you wanna win, you gotta be hungry. Are you guys hungry?” He handed each of you a piece of jerky.

You grimaced at the smell, wondering if you had to eat it. 

“Yes, Sensei!”

“Good, 'cause so are they,” he smirked before blowing a whistle, barks following through.

Your eyes widened and you immediately bolted, jumping onto a car and finding the highest place. Your heart raced as you searched for your friends but as you scanned over the yard, all you could find was a terrified Eli as he attempted to escape a starving dog. 

~

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” You asked, hand tracing over the bandages. 

It was hours later now and you came over to see your boyfriend after he had to go to the hospital for a rabies shot. You wished you could go, but it was agreed among both your parents that you’d visit him after.

“Yeah, I got pain meds for the bite, the shot didn’t even hurt,” he smirked, lying in his bed. 

“I was scared to death,” you blew out a breath. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” you couldn’t help it and threw your arms around him.

He hugged you back, squeezing you tight as you held on. “I’ll live, nothing to worry about, babe,” he reassured.

“I know,” you pulled away, face down. “I spoke to my parents when you were in the hospital, this whole incident made them less happy about me being in Cobra Kai,” you admitted.

“My parents agree,” he sighed, glancing out into the hall where his mom and dad were downstairs. “But they don’t know how much better it’s made us,” he grabbed your hand, squeezing it. 

“I know,” you squeezed back. “I’m really glad you’re okay.”

“Me too,” he met your gaze, smiling. 

“I made you this, by the way,” you reached behind you and grabbed the card you made him.

It read: “Damn, got bit by a dog? That’s ruff, hope you get better soon!” with a drawing of a dog with a mohawk.

“That’s amazing,” he laughed. “Thanks, you’re the best,” he reached over to kiss you on the cheek.

Warmth radiated before you spoke. “I’ll see you tomorrow then, goodnight,” you hugged him again, pulling away and giving him a generous peck on the lips. 

He watched as you left his room, hearing you go down the stairs, say bye to his parents, and shut the door.

~

Your gaze was on the movie but Eli’s constant flicking of candy at other moviegoers was distracting. On top of Aisha asking what was wrong with Miguel. Their conversation was anything but whispering. You began droning in on their conversation, Miguel saying why Sam’s dad would hate him and whatnot. 

You were eating some popcorn, taking a sip of your drink, and trying to watch the movie but the side conversation and Eli’s distracting movements were well, distracting.

“Jesus Christ, you’re such a nerd,” he insulted Miguel, stepping into the conversation.

You furrowed your brows, reaching for his hand, sending him a look he brushed off. You rolled your eyes, leaning to the side to rest your head on his shoulder. You smiled when you noticed he paused, staring at you with awe.

Aisha went on to comfort Miguel and you were enjoying the movie again but Eli still managed to throw the candy, pissing you off. 

You straightened, leaning on the other side of your seat, and rested your head on your arm, staring bored at the screen. 

“Dude, just go over there. It’s an alpha move,” your boyfriend responded to what Miguel was talking about. With another flick of his wrist, a candy hit the back of someone’s head, instantly, a built dude stood up asking who did that, you had to hide your smile at the look on Eli’s face.

After the movie finished, you and Aisha departed from the boys, deciding to go shopping.

“You seemed pretty pissed at Hawk, something going on?” She asked when you entered a store. 

“He was being annoying, like why throw candy? It’s wasteful, just watch the movie!” You scolded, rolling your eyes. “I love the dude, but, ugh, sometimes he’s just,” you huffed, unable to find the words.

“A boy?” She finished for you.

“Exactly,” you shook your head, a smile coming on your face.

“This is one of those moments where the saying “boys will be boys” is actually justified,” she raised a brow. 

“You get me,” you sighed. “I’m so glad I have a girl friend,” you wrapped your arm around her, walking further into the store.

“Tell me about it,” she agreed.

#eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz #eli moskowitz imagine #hawk x reader #cobra kai

[hellfirexhoe]

Death of Me - Chapter 8: Unexpected Visitor

Chapter 8 | Series Masterlist

2.6k words

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, pregnancy, angst, hurt/comfort, get your tissues out this one might hurt.

Eddie convinces you to stay the night at Steve's, practically begging until you relent and call your parents, saying you're staying at a friend's house and you'd be back in the morning. He’s like a giddy kid at a sleepover as he sets up the pull out for you both, 

“So this kind of pull out you can handle right?” Eddie snickers as he flops down on the bed,

“That’s heresy.”

“Edward.” You look pointedly at your stomach, "Are you really trying to convince me of all people that you have a strong pull out game?"

"Shut up and get over here already." Eddie pats the space beside him, you've barely planted your butt down before Eddie's arms are enveloping you and holding you tight,

"We've never slept together before," You narrow your eyes at Eddie in confusion,

"Well shit, then I must be a total nun."

"No, idiot, like actually slept. That time I stayed at your house I didn't sleep, plus I stayed on the floor." He's right, before you two became "official" you'd always dashed home before the post orgasm sleepiness could kick in, and after you became official your parents had made it clear that sleepovers were a no-go, not that it had done much to stop the pair of you, evidently.

Eddie eventually releases you from his arms so that you can undress, but you're not about to sleep naked in Steve's house so you remove your bra and replace the shirt you'd worn that day. With you back in the bed and settled on your back Eddie shifts to rest his head on your chest, happily listening to the steady beat of your heart. You stroke his hair, smoothing the frizzy curls until you feel his body relax further, breathing slowing down and unintelligible mumbles leaving his mouth as he drifts off to sleep. 

Eddie sleeps like the dead, you suspect Steve's house could be hit by a tornado and you'd find Eddie still asleep, mouth slightly agape as he snores, thoroughly unbothered. However, unlike the dead, Eddie moves around in his sleep, a lot. It's like sharing a bed with a toddler who drank about 5 cups of chocolate milk before they came to bed. He also sleep talks, mostly nonsense, but when he cries out for you, distress very plain in his voice you jolt out of your light sleep, shaking his shoulder to rouse him, Eddie sits bolt upright before he registers that it was you trying to wake him, 

"Hi," You speak softly, a little croaky since you were just drifting off to sleep yourself, "Everything okay?"

In the darkness you can just about see the outline of his head shaking no. 

"Do you want to talk to me about it?" You stretch out now, waking up more, another shake of Eddie's head, before he shuffles closer to you, resting his head on your shoulder,

"Can you just… Just hold me for a bit?" You smooth his hair against his head, wrapping an arm around Eddie's trembling form and stroking his soft cotton shirt.

"You're safe Eddie, I'm not letting anything bad happen to you, ever again." You whisper, kissing the top of his head, and Eddie buries his face into your shirt, desperate to feel you closer in any way he can. 

"Not me I'm scared for." You peer down at him as he mumbles, never quite meeting your eyes, "I'm scared 'm gonna lose you or both of you."

"I lost you once, do you really think you could get rid of me so easy? I'm afraid you're stuck with me, and the littlest Munson." Eddie laughs through his nose and hugs you a little tighter,

"I love you so much. More than anything." 

"I love you too." You return the squeeze cautiously, not wanting to hurt him. Eddie huffs,

"I'm not mad of glass, gimme a proper squeeze!" You giggle and squeeze him tight until he makes an oof sound,

"That's better." 

"So needy."

"Says you, squeezing me like this." Eddie teases, you can just about make out the small smile on his face in the darkness. 

You stay like this for a while, Eddie's speech becomes slurred as the sleep sets back in, once his breathing settles to a soft snore you wrap the covers securely around you both and then return your arms back around him, holding him close to you as you drift off to sleep.

“That is one of the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a while.” Eddie beams at you as you blearily blink the sleep from your eyes,

“You must be joking. Do you not remember last night at all?” You attempt to move away from the entanglement of Eddie’s limbs but he pulls you back, ignoring your whines about your morning breath,

“Honestly, to only have one nightmare overnight it is a godsend. Did you not notice the bags under my eyes?”

“I just assumed Steve had hit you for being irritating.” You stick your tongue out at Eddie as he gestures dramatically to his under eyes.

“Mean!” Eddie tries to look hurt but his face refuses to comply, leaving an easy smile on his face, “Thank you for being sweet last night. I needed it. Unfortunately that does now mean that you are going to have to sleep with me every single night in case I need you again.”

“As lovely as that sounds, I do have to go home today.” Eddie pouts as you speak, “Don’t look at me like that, unlike you I’m not trying to disappear off the face of the Earth. Which reminds me. As soon as this whole Munson Murder business is straightened out, we are going to see Wayne, and you’re going to be honest with him.”

As you speak you can hear the stairs creaking, Steve appears with a hand clamped over his eyes,

“Okay cover up, I’m not trying to see anyone’s ass before 10am.” 

“Relax prude, no one’s ass is out.” Eddie is pulling up his jeans as he speaks, you opt to remain tucked under the blanket on the pullout. Steve hesitantly lifts his hand from his eyes, noticeably avoiding eye contact with you, fixing his eyes on Eddie instead,

“You should come upstairs, both of you. Eddie’s getting the closest thing to a pardon the police department will ever manage.”

“I fucking knew it!” Wayne points at the tv, splashing coffee onto the carpet with the exuberance of his gesture. “Told them. Told them it was that son of a bitch, not my boy. Never my boy.” 

“Did you hear? Did you see it??” Dustin calls as he enters Max’s room, he is met with several shushes from the group around Max’s bedside, Dustin rushes over to the source of their fascination, and then he sees Max's fingers gripping Lucas’ hand, her knuckles white. 

“I asked her if she knew I was here. I said if she could hear me to squeeze my hand.” Lucas’ eyes are brimming with tears as he squeezes her hand back. 

“Robin. Robin. Robin! Just shh for one second!” Nancy cranks the radio in her car up, both girls fall silent as they hear Powell’s voice. 

“Holy shit. Hopper did it.” Robin sits back in her seat, “I didn’t think he’d manage it. I thought for sure we were going to be hiding Eddie for the rest of his life.”

Your mother nearly burns her hand on the iron in her hand as she listens to the tv your father is watching, she whips around, iron still in hand and stares at your father, both wordless. Minutes pass, the newscaster moves onto the next item and leaves your parents in their stunned silence. Your father breaks first,

“Well guess we owe someone an apology.” Your mother nods in silent agreement. “She must be back soon surely.”

“Eddie? You still with us?” You tap Eddie’s arm, hoping to pull his gaze from the tv in Steve’s living room,

“They said… I didn’t do it.” You nod, intertwining your fingers with his, “I don’t have to run or hide anymore.” 

“Told you if anyone could help it would be Hopper.” Steve speaks up, not looking up from the tv, but a smile playing on his lips, not smug, just genuinely happy to have been able to help his friend.

“Thank you. So much. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you that it could be fixed.” Eddie pulls Steve into a hug, nearly knocking him off his feet with the sudden affection.

“You really didn’t need to drive me home. I could have walked.”

“Like Eddie would have let you do that.” Steve snorts, as he keeps his gaze on the road,

“Well, thank you. I appreciate it. And I… appreciate you looking out for Eddie.” 

“He’s a good person, nothing like I thought he’d be.” Steve tails off for a moment, “Okay I gotta know, you and Munson. How in the hell did that happen?”

“He didn’t tell you?” Steve shakes his head,

“He gets weird when we ask him, said he didn’t think he should tell us because it's private. Which leads me to believe it's weird.” 

You weigh your options for a moment, “Nah, Eddie’s right. That’s private.”

“So it's definitely weird.” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You deadpan as Steve parks on the driveway, “You don’t have to wait for me. I need to shower and probably talk to my parents who have almost certainly seen the news by now.” 

The talk you had with your parents had been weird, them apologising for not allowing you the support you deserved because of how they thought of Eddie. How they wished they could take it back, apologise to him. And you, unable to tell them that Eddie was in fact alive because he’d asked you to let him see Wayne before you dropped that bombshell on them. 

You step out of your bedroom from your shower and start a little at the sight of your mother sitting on the end of your bed,

“Can we have a girl talk? A quick one.” 

“Sure…” 

“Your father didn’t see him but I saw Steve Harrington dropping you back at the house, and I can see the marks on your neck.”

“Mom, I - “ Your mother holds up a hand, 

“I really, really don’t need to know the details. I know what hormones are like when you’re pregnant. Just, be careful. Okay?” You’re offered an uncomfortable smile and your mother leaves you to get dressed and pack your bag for your afternoon plans.

You say goodbye to your parents and your mother gives you a knowing smile as you say you’ll be home later which makes you want to laugh because she is so off the mark, but so confident she knows exactly what's going on.

Well, maybe she’s not so off the mark. You are heading back to Steve’s, just not to see the man she thinks. You walk straight into the basement as soon as you arrive at Steve's, finding Eddie chewing at his nails, bouncing his knees as he sits on the sofa.

“Ready to go?” 

Eddie chews the side of his mouth, “I’m nervous.”

“I’d be nervous too if Wayne was about to beat my ass into the next century.” You smile sweetly and hold a hand out to Eddie, pulling him up onto his feet.

“Helpful sweetheart.” Eddie pulls you close, “At least I’ll have you with me.”  

You knock at Wayne’s door, then stepping back to allow the door to open and also for Eddie to stand in front of you, who then tries to step behind you,

“Didn’t realise you were coming over tod-” Wayne stops dead in his tracks as he lays on eyes on his nephew. 

“You.”

“Hi uncle Wayne.” Eddie waves awkwardly, not sure how to proceed. 

“You little shit.” Eddie is hauled into the trailer by his collar, akin to a cat being pulled out from the garbage. You offer a wave to a neighbour whose attention was drawn by the small struggle and step in the trailer behind them, taking a seat on the sofa. Wayne wastes no time in laying into Eddie,

“How DARE you? Just up and disappearing like that? Leaving me to find a dead body in my home?!” 

“I’m sorry, I was scared.” 

“Scared?? Boy how the hell do you think I felt when I saw that poor girl and you were nowhere to be found?! What the fuck were you thinking?! And then that poor boy having to tell me you were dead?”

“In my defence-”

“Oh in your defence. Please, I have to hear this.” Eddie glances to you on the sofa, 

“Oh Eddie, I’m not here to help you. Stress is bad for the baby, so I figured I’d let Wayne lay into you on my behalf.” Wayne nods at you and then whips his head between the both of you, 

“AND YOU LEFT HER? Just got her pregnant and dipped out like it wasn’t your problem?” Wayne is practically roaring,

“Can I speak?”

“Don’t you dare get smart with me right now boy.”

“Sorry. I never left her, not like that anyway. She didn’t get the chance to tell me about the baby before I disappeared. I asked Dustin to speak to you because I truly thought I was going to die.”

“Why would you think that?”

“I got caught up in something bad, and I got hurt badly.” Wayne’s expression softens slightly, as angry as he was he would never have wanted Eddie to be hurt, or scared.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Have someone call me when you were better?” 

Eddie shrugs, “I thought I could leave town, I had letters for you both. I thought it was best if I left. Thought you’d both be in danger if I stayed.”

“LETTERS?! Letters, Eddie? Letters? You think a letter is sufficient for that?” 

“If it makes you feel better Wayne, he had Dustin drop mine off.” Wayne stares at you as you speak then swings his head back to Eddie,

“Of all the foolish shit you’ve done this is taking the cake, boy.”

“Thanks for that babe.”

“No problem sweetie!” You respond to Eddie’s grouchy tone with a chipper one,

“Don’t you get shitty with her, that's the mother of your child you’re speaking to and you are going to have some serious grovelling to do to make this up to her. I mean it. Anything she wants, it's hers and you will make it happen. You hear me?”

“Yes sir.” 

“Do you need me to yell at him for anything else?” Wayne directs his question to you and you shake your head,

“I think you’ve covered the headlines.” Wayne nods and turn his attention to Eddie, pulling him into a tight hug,

“I’m sorry Wayne. I know I screwed up.”

“I know, I know how sorry you are. You know I still love you right? You could be the most foolish idiot in the world, which you have been and it wouldn’t change the fact that you are my boy. My son.”

Eddie flinches as those last two words leave Wayne’s lips, he’d always thought of Wayne as his father since he’d moved in. Mused on how maybe he’d be less messed up if it was true. Maybe the thought of being a father wouldn’t scare him so much if Wayne had been his father instead of his uncle. 

“Shit. My kid’s gonna be so lucky to have you as their grandpa.” Eddie manages to speak holding back his tears but when his uncle's own tears start to flow he loses it, “Only the best dads get promoted to grandpa you know.” 

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[lutawolf]

I Will Knock You Episode 10 D/s point outs

The D/s element is being broken down by both me and @thequeenofsastiel. Whose post you can find here.

Before we begin, let's talk D/s lifestyle and relationships. While lifestyle and scene D/s might appear similar, they aren't. Yes, there is an unbalanced power play and there is some need for trust, but the lifestyle is 24/7. Nonstop connection. While the control we hold is imbalanced, we ourselves are balanced by our relationship.

For many of us neurodivergent people, it's how we survive in a world that was not created for us. It gives us calm and stability because we always have a connection and life-line. You can truly see this in Noey and Thi's relationship. They both grow into themselves by being together.

Noey realized a long time ago that he wanted to keep the pendant. Aww. "Don't say you love me. Don't ask me to be your boyfriend or be together right now. Not right now, Noey. I'm not ready!" Thi is saying he isn't ready. Which is not surprising. He is slow and steady. He had to come to terms with even liking Noey. Now he has to come to terms with the idea of being with him. Never mind that he technically is already. For Noey's part, he knows that Thi needs time and that he has to make some changes.

I mean, if you watch. When Noey says cheesy things like, "Of course I caught your cold. I'm so stuck on you." It makes Thi giddy. He's happy. Thi is not running from Noey. Look how he says they should go back to the tents, and then he waits on Noey. Noey puts an arm around Thi and Thi immediately returns the gesture.

Time passes: Woot! We are seeing a lot of maturity changes from Noey. He isn't perfect, but he is trying. We find out that his father lived a gangster lifestyle, so we aren't too surprised about Noey now, huh. He picks up and drops Thi off, making sure he is safe and taken care of because he knows Thi has a tendency to get bullied. However, we've seen a growth in Thi too. We see a comfort in how they talk to each other.

Noey is still a thug, but he's a thug making changes. He has to be strong, or he wouldn't be a fit for Thi. Someone who isn't afraid to be tough against those that try to hurt Thi, but also someone who can be tough with him. I love Noey and Thiw's friendship. I really do. I just need Thiw to find a reason to stop the thug life too.

Noey is respecting the boundary Thi set for the temple fair. It's Thi that crosses his own rules. Because he wants to spend that time with Noey. The fair was such a fun watch, there were huge moments of love and support between them both. When Noey helped him at the games. The grabbing the rope to make the stuffy into a backpack. Bringing all the stuff to sit and watch the movie. When he wiped his tears. Noey's first thoughts are on how he can support his submissive, and that's what a good Dom does. It's not the oldest taking care of Thi, but very much the other way around.

When Thiw shows up. Noey doesn't run off. His first priority is his submissive. Then we see Phayu. Really, Phayu, I'm so done with you. I love how Thi, smiles when Phayu misses one, because he knows Noey won't. Well, and also because he wants to go on that ride with Noey. See Thi wants Noey just as much, but he is afraid of a lot, it's typical deep sub. They get stuck in their anxiety and fear change. That Dominant personality really helps them past these hurdles.

Noey gives him the necklace. When he says, "And belongs with me." We don't hear a peep from Thi. No objections. It's only when Noey tells him that he loves him. Why? Because it's new. He needs one thing at a time. And in all honesty, it was really a token upset. You get to the fireworks and the boys are all smiles and happy.

Then shit hits the fan. I will say that even in this we see maturity. He tells them not to talk about people unrelated. Tries to take the fight away from the people he cares about. Yet, shit really hits the fan and all the people he cares about are done with his thug lifestyle. I think we are about to see some huge changes from him in this next episode.

As a sub, Thi isn't there yet. I'm hoping that we see that in the next episode. A true sub will do anything for their Dom. They find their fire and confidence due to them. Hopefully we see that next.

Okay, I see where people are thinking there will be a time jump. Watching the next episode. Seeing where, he says thank you for tutoring me up till now. Then we see them dancing. I'm gonna be honest. If they really were to separate, in real life, they wouldn't wait on each other. True D/s relationships will fight hard for their relationship before they will ever give it up. Then, if they have to, they won't do well without that counterbalance, so they usually don't stay single. Like I've said previously, I've already prepared my kids for the fact that if something were to happen to me, that their dad wouldn't mourn long. He would be finding another Dom fast. Not because he doesn't love me or loved me, but because he needs that.

I'm really hoping, since they've done such an amazing job at keep the D/s real. They continue to do so and don't separate them. Hope you guys enjoyed this. 💜💜💜

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[ninjadeathblade]

Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part four)

Summary: (Post-game canon) The Conductor and DJ Grooves agree to finally work on a movie together. They come up with 'Moulin Rouge', a musical drama filled with romance. Over time the two directors grow closer and discover that maybe they don't hate each other as much.

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Warnings: Conductor thinking about his dead wife

Word count: 1,063

Author's notes: Heyyyy! Remember back in part one when I mentioned Owlice and Pinguini? Well they're making their debut! They're OCs that I came up with while working on this and will appear a fair bit in this AU so get used to them I guess. The chapters will eventually slow down in how often I'm posting them but I somehow have creativity right now so yeah. Have fun with this part!

Conductor looked up as Grooves walked into his office, a giddy grin on the penguin's face.

"What's got you so pleased?" Conductor asked, putting down his notepad.

"So you know how I said about Pinguini and Owlice?" Grooves replied, waiting for a nod before he continued. "Well, both of them are in today and I thought you could come and meet them."

Conductor considered saying no, continuing with his drafted scene ideas. But he wasn't going to get anywhere with that, he'd known that since he first started jotting more ideas down.

"Well, you said they might be good for the leadin' roles. Go on then, let's go and see them," Conductor said, standing from his desk.

"They're, um, they're actually outside right now," Grooves squeaked, standing in front of the Conductor.

"What? Why?"

"I thought it'd be quicker just to bring them here! But I think Owlice panicked and thought we were going to fire her," Grooves explained shyly. "What should we do?"

Conductor let out a put-upon sigh before shoving past Grooves and opening the door.

An owl and a penguin were sitting together on the floor, leaning back against the corridor wall.

But when the door opened both looked up, the owl scrambling to her feet while the penguin stood up at a slower pace.

The owl, presumably Owlice, wore large wire framed glasses that covered worried looking brown eyes. She wore a white lacy shirt and a small silver necklace hung around her neck.

The penguin, seemingly Pinguini, also wore glasses; but his were heart shaped sunglasses. He dressed like most of the Moon Penguins except for the fact he wasn't wearing a formal jacket. Instead he'd opted for a dark blue hoodie to go over his shirt.

"Alright then, you two had better come in." Conductor gestured back into the office.

Owlice swallowed nervously while Pinguini smiled. Grooves shut the door behind them once all four of them were in the office.

"So, Grooves tells me that yer both quite talented actors. What sections do you work in?" Conductor questioned.

"I- I work in costume design, s-sir," Owlice stuttered, looking on the verge of tears.

"Props. I work on lots of the laser guns for DJ's movies," Pinguini replied.

"Right then." Conductor nodded before refocusing on Owlice. "Lass, you're not being fired, so could ya please calm down?"

Owlice nodded, blinking a few times as she stared at him. "Yes, sorry sir, I was just nervous. If it was that I was going to get fired then I might've cried," Owlice explained, voice breaking slightly.

"Darling, do you need a minute?" Grooves offered and Owlice looked over at him.

"Oh, no, sorry sir, it's fine. I'm- I'm fine now, thank you very much," Owlice insisted.

"Right. As I was saying, Grooves here thinks yer both talented actors. But as I've just found out, neither of you are actually actors. So we'll give you the lead roles for now and see in a few weeks as to how everything is going. All good?"

Pinguini nodded and Owlice did too, albeit with less vigour than the penguin.

"Alright then, off you pop," Conductor dismissed them.

The owl and penguin hurried off and Grooves walked over to the Conductor's desk.

"That was nice of you."

"We need actors. And Owlice was going ta break down if I called her in here for nothin'."

"Why are you so against the movie having romance?" Grooves questioned suddenly. Conductor looked up at him, letting out a sigh as he recited one of Satine's possible lines he'd jotted down.

"I can't fall in love with anyone." Grooves' face knitted with confusion.

"Can't fall in love? But life without love- is terrible!" Grooves protested, holding onto Conductor's arm.

"No, being out of my job, that's what's terrible!" Conductor argued, remembering the few times he had tried romance movies.

He'd lost interest in that area after meeting his wife.

He'd only tried once to make another romance movie and that was after she died. He couldn't bring himself to do it in the end.

"No! Love is like oxygen!" Grooves argued before pausing, beak hanging slightly agape. "Are you crying?"

Conductor sniffed and hurriedly bought a hand to his face, scrubbing it across and catching the few falling tears.

"Nope. Now off you pop. I've got work to do," Conductor stated, trying to keep his tone neutral.

Whenever he thought of her he got upset.

It had been better in the more recent years but it might've been what caused the rift between him and his daughter back when it first happened.

He began to walk towards Grooves and the penguin instinctively backed away towards the door.

"We should be working together, darling," Grooves pointed out as his back hit the door.

"Just leave," Conductor sighed.

Grooves opened the door slowly, lingering in the frame of it as he turned to leave. "You know, if you ever wanted to talk about-"

"Just. Go." Grooves nodded and closed the door slowly.

Conductor let out a sob as he leant back against the door before sliding to sit on the floor.

"Peck I miss you."

Conductor uncurled himself at the knock on the door, standing up and opening it slightly.

"Um, sorry sir, is this a bad time?" Owlice asked, nervously shifting her weight from one foot to another. She held a basket in one wing, covered in a small dark purple cloth.

"What is it lass?" Conductor prompted gently, pushing his problems aside for a minute.

"Mr. Grooves asked me to give this to you," she explained, holding out the basket.

Conductor opened the door a little further, taking the basket from her.

"Thanks. Anything else?" Conductor checked.

"No sir. But everyone is packing up so I suggest you head home soon."

"Will do. Thanks again."

Conductor closed the door, sitting down on the floor again and rifling through the basket's contents.

One bottle of whiskey, two records of music from famous western films, and a couple of tickets for the movie marathon of the first five Annual Bird Movie Award winning films at the cinema.

"You pecking idiot. I didn't want all o' this," Conductor muttered, secretly touched by the action.

He stuck his head back out the door, shouting at Owlice as she walked down the hall.

"Tell him to bring them himself next time!"

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[iviarellereads]

The Eye of the World, Chapter 21 - Listen to the Wind

(THIS PROJECT IS SPOILER FREE! No spoilers past the chapter you click on. Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For the link index and a primer on The Wheel of Time, read this one!)

(Staff icon) In which we have our first entire chapter from a different point of view!

Nynaeve awakens with the sunrise, confused for a moment where she is. Then she gets annoyed at herself for falling asleep, worries at losing the younger ones, gets angry at herself for even thinking they might not have survived.(1) She rides down river, keeping an eye out for tracks, in case anyone crossed the river who she can track down. Eventually she smells woodsmoke, and sneaks toward it.

She finds Lan dismounting from his horse, Moiraine sitting beside a fire, boiling a kettle. Nynaeve doesn't reveal herself, just listens. Lan tells Moiraine that the Myrddraal are gone, and the Trollocs, but he's worried that there must have been a thousand of them. How did they get there, so many at once? If there are that many Trollocs, they could overwhelm the Borderlands at any time.

Moiraine says coolly that the whole world will be overrun in five years if they don't find the boys. She knows where one is, and two were downriver before the connection "faded away as I found it". Then she makes a cryptic comment about "if you watch the wolf too hard, a mouse will bite you on the ankle" and tells Nynaeve she can come out from behind her tree if she likes.

Lan almost looks embarrassed that he didn't notice Nynaeve there. Nyn approaches Mo, but Lan stops her with an arm like iron. Mo offers tea, Nyn refuses and asks what "dirty Aes Sedai schemes" Mo's gotten the Emond's Fielders into.

Mo nonchalantly informs Nyn that she's got little room to talk, since she can wield the One Power herself, sometimes. Nyn says Mo might as well accuse her of being a Trolloc. Mo points out that Nyn sensed the potential in Egg, too, and she (Mo) could tell as soon as Nyn approached, if she hadn't been distracted by building the fire.

Even Lan seems surprised at this, and watches Nyn speculatively. Nyn says she won't listen to any more of this, but Mo points out how surprised Emond's Field was that their Wisdom hadn't predicted the late spring accurately, how she could heal injuries that should have disabled people so that there wasn't even a twinge or a limp. Mo even guesses how it started.

“Perhaps as much as eight or ten years ago—the age varies, but always comes young—there was something you wanted more than anything else in the world, something you needed. And you got it. A branch suddenly falling where you could pull yourself out of a pond instead of drowning. A friend, or a pet, getting well when everyone thought they would die. “You felt nothing special at the time, but a week or ten days later you had your first reaction to touching the True Source. Perhaps fever and chills that came on suddenly and put you to bed, then disappeared after only a few hours. None of the reactions, and they vary, lasts more than a few hours. Headaches and numbness and exhilaration all mixed together, and you taking foolish chances or acting giddy.(2) A spell of dizziness, when you tripped and stumbled whenever you tried to move, when you could not say a sentence without your tongue mangling half the words. There are others. Do you remember?”

Mo goes on to explain how Nyn formed a connection with those she'd healed, she could probably when they were nearby, and it's how she found them at the inn. Nyn admits that she healed Egg, admits that all of it happened much as Mo laid out. Mo says that Nyn is lucky, she developed control over the Power, or else it would have killed her by now, as it will kill Egg if she doesn't go to Tar Valon. Nyn says if she learned, so can Egg! Mo says that three of every four who can touch the Source as they can will die, eventually, if they don't get help and training.

Nyn remembers another apprentice Wisdom who died young, and eventually gives in, asking Mo not to tell anyone what she can do. Mo tells Lan they'll be leaving, and she fears Nyn won't be accompanying them. Nyn, in true reverse-psychology fashion, says she will too be going with them.

“Oh, yes, I will be going with you. You cannot keep me from it.” “No one will try to keep you from it,” Lan said as he rejoined them. He emptied the tea kettle over the fire and stirred the ashes with a stick. “A part of the Pattern?” he said to Moiraine. “Perhaps so,” she replied thoughtfully. “I should have spoken to Min again.”(3) “You see, Nynaeve, you are welcome to come.” There was a hesitation in the way Lan said her name, a hint of an unspoken “Sedai” after it. Nynaeve bristled, taking it for mockery, and bristled, too, at the way they spoke of things in front of her—things she knew nothing about—without the courtesy of an explanation, but she would not give them the satisfaction of asking

Nyn asks how Mo knows where the boys went. Mo tells her about the token coins, they were bespelled so that as long as their holders are alive and in possession of the coins, she can find them.(4) Nyn asks about Egg, and Mo says she has no clue where she went, but the Trollocs wouldn't bother her because she's not their target.

Nyn is torn between trying to find Egg or going with Mo and Lan.(5) A Wisdom is supposed to look after all her people, not have to choose between one or the other. When Lan comes back from retrieving her horse, his stony calm breaks, and his eyes widen at seeing her crying. She turns her back to him and wipes the tears furiously.(6)

Mo asks one last time if Nyn will go with them. Nyn mounts her horse, not really answering, but not going the other way.

Lan and Moiraine were already in their saddles, turning their horses south. She followed, stiff-backed, refusing to let herself look back; instead she kept her eyes on Moiraine. The Aes Sedai was so confident in her power and her plans, she thought, but if they did not find Egwene and the boys, all of them, alive and unharmed, not all of her power would protect her. Not all her Power. I can use it, woman! You told me so yourself. I can use it against you!

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(1) Poor Nynaeve. The first couple of times I read this book I was about her age and related to her hard. Now I'm only a few years older than she is but gosh do I just want to tell her she really is too young to be taking responsibility for all that herself, and she's so adversarial and jumps to conclusions so quickly that she never has a chance to give someone the benefit of the doubt. She creates so many walls between herself and other people, even between herself and the Power, since she doesn't have a conscious grasp of it. Anything that has the potential to hurt her, she pushes away, even if it would also bring her great joy and benefit. She cares for her village but she has to do so many things that go against her nature just to be taken seriously. She's learned to bristle at anyone questioning her or undermining her worldview. More… (See 5) (2) Side note: those are some funny symptoms for this channeling sickness. Do they stand out to you? Have we seen anybody with symptoms fitting this description? Or am I throwing attention at a red herring? (3) Remember what Min said? Nyn is part of it, too. (4) So, the coins were quite important after all. You may or may not have noticed, but Ewin said his was a silver penny, while Mat and Rand both got coins that Rand evaluated at quite a high value, sounding like much more than a penny, and neither showed them to Ewin before tucking them away. (5) She literally collapses here when she's faced with evidence she can't deny, that she can use the One Power, even if she's never known what it was. And instantly she seizes on the opportunity to use it actively. You told me I can use it, so then I can use it against you. She's also entirely too ready to feel smug. Particularly at Lan's failures. This is partly Nynaeve's character, and partly, I think, some of the attempt at matriarchal society conditioning peeking through. (6) One thing I didn't go into too much in my summary is how Lan is stone-faced throughout, but Nynaeve is attuning to his microexpressions. She even says at one point, surely his face hadn't actually changed, but she can almost feel his surprise. And he uses her given name only, not her full name, not Mistress al'Meara. Just Nynaeve. How familiar of him. How daring. She doesn't even notice… or does she? Nynaeve may be one of the least reliable POVs we've seen yet, because she hides so much from herself as well as others.

#wheel of time #wot #the wheel of time #twot #the eye of the world #eye of the world #eotw #teotw #wot staff icon #nynaeve al'meara #moiraine damodred #lan mandragoran

[somewhereinneptune]

Collective Oracle Pull

Deck used : The Sacred Self - Care Oracle deck

Hello there ♥ hope all is well. I thought of starting a little something every now and then when my energy allows, and that is to pull a card for the collective regarding the current energy. Hope it resonates♥

What does the collective need to implement into their daily routine?

Connect with fire 21 (reversed)

" My inner fire burns bright, and I shine my light throughout the universe"

Current energy :

Alright, this can come in different forms depending on the person reading. For some, you're feeling not exactly 'left' out in the cold, but rather it is like winter has been your energy for a while ; there's coldness, loneliness, being alone in a huge space metaphorically, there's silence, this uncomfortable silence where you don't have anyone near and don't have any clarity or answer and don't know when it all will end. Sometimes silence is comforting, there's nothing happening and things are still but this feels like the "silence is the loudest sound" kind of feeling

Others have been disconnected from their inner spark, inner fire if you will. It could be seasonal depression where everything you do has no meaning, everything feels the same even if you do different things, or maybe the things that bring you joy don't do so anymore

The card is number 21 which is the world card in tarot. The world card is all about ending major cycles, wrapping up chapters and coming full circle, but this usually happens through major shake ups, through healing wounds or releasing things we don't need in our lives. I'm also thinking of how we're still in Scorpio season, and this season and time of the year is usually the toughest as it brings transformative energies and energies things and truths from the shadows so we do healing. Next season is Sagittarius which is a fire sign, so it might be this fire energy is about to emerge soon!

Little things to implement in your daily routine:

First thing I'm thinking to implement in your daily routine is getting more sun ; if you have been shutting yourself in your room/ place for too long, opening the curtains or blinds might be helpful. Sometimes even when I'm depressed, just letting the sunlight sooth me helps later on . It's also good for your body and it boosts your immune system. Another thing is watching candle flames ; basically turn off the lights, light a candle and sit in front of it and just observe the candle light for a few minutes, it's usually very soothing and you get to connect with the fire element this way . For those who can and want to, start a bonfire (ensure safety and be careful) , do it alone or with loved ones if you want!

For those who just feel alone or dull, do things that make you feel excited and giddy, things that fire you up, things that make you feel something even if it's tiny; Watch movies, shows, listen to music that makes you feel fired up, hopeful, confident (I might shuffle a few) . I'm getting the message that fire can come in different forms ; soothing like hope ,like light at the end of the tunnel or the light that wash over us, or it can be this blazing fire full of confidence and inner - power, or even anger for what we went through or how we were treated, or determination and passion for the future!

Lastly work with candle magic ( I can make a post about it if it's needed) but basically manifest using candles, pray to the fire, send it your wishes, burn your paper manifestations ♥

Songs that may help ♥

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[coal15]

I started writing Ch.6 of All Roads Lead Back this morning. I was going to wait a few days before posting a teaser, but I'm too FUCKING GIDDY about it. So here. May I present to you the beginning of chapter 6 . . . . .

To be erased from the Book of Life. One’s very existence obliterated not only from the future or present, but past as well. This is the threat that holds many a curious Angel captive in silence, all watching their peers hard at work to fulfil whatever role the Almighty has tasked them with. Those thousands upon thousands of Angels seem so full of faith in Heaven’s ultimate goodness, but . . . are they all? Or are there others with questions, even doubts, boiling just beneath a placid surface? The fear of total oblivion holds most in silence, unaware of how many other Angels working alongside them also carry the burden of dangerous questions in secret.

All victims of a silent con. 

A Great Lie masquerading as a Great Plan enjoying the advantage of captive loyalty, thriving and unthreatened by serious challenge. The doomed few who do speak up are easily squashed. Either re-programed in the Corrections Department or never released from its confines.  

So long as Heaven’s ranks remain obedient, whether by true faith or by fear of oblivion, the Metatron’s seat of power as the true voice of God is secure. 

Muriel sits in their quarters enjoying a rare day off. They try to relax but they simply can’t. Not when the righteousness of a Heaven they so adore has been corrupted. They sit at their desk and do what a Scrivener does best. They write. Dangerously. 

A list of questions.

Can the Book of Life really obliterate someone from existence?

If they are erased from existence how would we ever know it happened since we wouldn’t remember them?

Why does God only speak through the Metatron?

Didn’t she used to speak directly to Angels?

Why did she stop?

When Satan was Lucifer the Morningstar, which of his questions caused his fall from grace?

Was it just asking in the first place?

Was the flood really necessary?

Does God make mistakes or have regrets?

Where is the Corrections Department and why are the Angels who work there sequestered from the rest of us? 

Why did God choose Aziraphale to replace Gabriel?

Why has she forgiven Crowley and allowed him to remain in Heaven?

As they write, an idea forms. This list can be used as a weapon, or rather prop, in a bold campaign of espionage. Bold or stupid? They wonder. But then a conversation they had with Crowley several months back comes to mind, as well as several possibly relevant details from all the books they’ve been reading. I am more than one thing, they remind themselves, and I know LOADS of useful stuff!

Resolved to present their strategy to Aziraphal at once, they roll up the list, tuck it in their breast pocket, cover their eyes, and think his name.

“I’VE GOT MY EYES COVERED!” They announce.

“Much appreciated, Muriel,” Aziraphale’s gentle voice assures. “But quite unnecessary this time.” 

Muriel opens their eyes to see Crowley sprawled out on a couch flipping through a book of photography and Aziraphale in a rocking chair working on a project. “You’ve taken up knitting?”

“Yes. Having to constantly lie and manipulate other Angels all the time takes its toll, and I find knitting soothes me.”

Crowley looks over the top of his book at Muriel. “I own twelve scarves and two pairs of mittens now.”

“Oh shut up!” 

“There’s no weather up here!” 

“Well I don’t plan on being up here forever so-”

Muriel clears their throat to break up the couple’s amusing back-and-forth. “I . . . well, um . . .” they fish into their pocket to retrieve the list. “I have an idea. Maybe even, I mean, it might be, possibly . . . a plan.”

*************Go HERE to read the first 5 chapters

#aziracow #ineffeble husbands #good omens #michael sheen #David Tennant #Nei l Gaiman

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

BUBBLES!!!!! I hope you had a lovely lovely day, my darling!!!

I must tell you the biggest plot twist of my week (...okay maybe my day, I'm a bit of a drama queen) SO I study English and I have a class of oral expression on Wednesday afternoon and I have a cool ass teacher who makes us play games every week AND TODAY she said we'd do something on puns I was very very giddy, getting all of my best Ellie puns ready and the game was some sort of diction game? like we were in pairs, one of us had to read the pun and go in the class and repeat it to the other who had to write it (goal being to finish writing all the puns first) AND my partner just comes and she goes "what did the mermaid—" and I just "WEAR TO HER MATH CLASS??? AN ALGAE BRA!!!!!!!!!" and she was like "YES!!!" anyway goes on a few more times AND THEN I mention to the teacher the famous "did you know diarrhea was hereditary?" and she looks at me and goes "yeah it run in your genes" AND MY OH MY I WAS JUST LGJTSGLGOGIGTG but it's STILL not the end!!!!! my teacher then goes "actually they're from a show, the last of us" AND I JUST LOSE IT and then another student hears me and we kinda just start talking about it and yeah I was over the moon (but then teacher said NO MORE TLOU TALK because we kept mentioning spoilers and stuff linked to the game) OKAY NOW IT'S THE END but I was just too happy not to tell you all about it!!!!!

okay NOW!! yesterday while we were chitchatting about our darling pedrito <3 you mentioned his sexy sexy salt & pepper hair (so 🥵) WHICH OBVIOUSLY MADE ME THINK!!!!! ahem ahem

(this is about post!out-break Joel but I guess it could work for a regular no outbreak Joel who just got old)

he actually HATES his salt&pepper hair. Like...HATE it because it just reminds him of everything he lost in a way? I'm really going to develop the idea, bear with me pls 🥲 he loves you, okay? actually, no, he adores you and you're the only thing keeping him going (with Ellie obv) but you're also very much younger than him now in the society you live, a big age gap is literally the last of anyone's worries—you and Joel included BUT THEN you arrive in Jackson, settle there and get comfortable (you work, Ellie goes to school, you have your cute little home) and Joel starts having those ideas...really bad ideas. To put it simply, your relationship made much more sense when all you had was him because...well you didn't have much choice anyway but now that you're in Jackson? All these young, healthy, cool guys are around and you get along with everyone (of course you do) and everyone loves you (of course they do) and Joel just start thinking what is she actually doing with me? is she staying because she feels like she has to? is she staying out of pity? is she not realizing she could do much better? is she going to realize that soon and just leave? am I going to lose her? And it gets mixed with the fact that he's older, that fact never hit him as hard as it did in that moment While you want to stay at the bar for the party and dance, he's tired and goes sit down, he's half deaf, he can't carry stuff that's too heavy anymore or else he might hurt his back AND his once dark brown hair turn this grayish color And all of this is just...the realization that if he'd met you when he was still in his 30s, he'd be able to do so much more, he wouldn't be this closed off, grumpy old man; he'd bring you flowers and be all romantic and sweet He's just mourning the man he could've been if the pandemic didn't destroy the world and he knows that man would've been so much more worthy of you, of your kindness, the love you've so selflessly offered him through all this. Obviously you end up realizing he isn't feeling great—he's not very subtle about it and he acts really weird like...very un-Joel like lol—and when he finally admits it you just...cradle his face, kiss his stubbled jaw and make sure he's looking at you, not staring at his hands as he does when he feels embarrassed And you reassure him that no, you don't want to date some 30 something dickhead who wants nothing more but to make out at the back of the bar, no you're not staying with him because you feel like you have to or because you don't realize there is better out there— you know exactly what's better out there and it's exactly why you chose him and not another— and of course, you adore his hair, you adore his wrinkles and his hands roughed by the years But you know when you feel insecure about something, words are often not enough? And Joel isn't immune to that, your words do make him feel better but they don't make the insecurities vanish SO you show your man how much you love him and how sexy you find his hair (okay I do realize this sounds kinda sexual, not meant that way but...) You kiss his calloused knuckles more often and allow your gaze to linger a little longer when he comes of the shower with those gorgeous salt & pepper locks, curling over his brow as they dry. You take the time to play with his hair whenever you're on the couch together and voice your feelings more often (not shying away from calling him handsome, gorgeous, etc... or just tell him he looks pretty, that pair of jeans looks nice on you) and yeah, you would have LOVED the pre-outbreak Joel but not because he was young or because he didn't go through what the post-outbreak Joel went through but because, whether it's now, twenty years ago, young, old, he's your man and there's nothing in the world to keep you away from him <3

phewwww that was LONG and I'm pretty sure I still forgot stuff lol but that's basically the idea I had when you mentioned his hair and yes, pedrito's hair >>>>> how can a 47 y/o man look that good is beyond me (guess it's all that coffee he drinks) but yeah I dont know how to finish this ask so im just going to say byeeee ily little bubble 💕🫧

-🪷

Anhhhh I love that you used the joke! I've been navigating through life with them as well. No, but I love situations like this. I love how people are obsessed with this show and I looove when people just chit chat about their hobbies.

I won't add much to your amazing thoughts because I did use them as an inspiration for a story. So thank you for this! I just looooooooove when I see your ask in my box. Now to hope that's you'll have fun reading the story!🤍✨

#come chat with bubbles 🫧 #little lily 🪷

[manic-nova]

Genshin Men Cheering You Up When You're Sad (Inazuma Edition)

Summary: Some self indulgent anecdotes that won't cure your depression but might hopefully help at least a little. I'm hoping to make this a series, so we're gonna do it by region, starting with Inazuma.

Featured Characters: Gorou, Thoma, Arataki Itto, Kaedehara Kazuha.

This post is Safe For Work! However, my page is still 16+. If you are under the age of 16 you may interact with this post but please do not follow me.

Gorou

He's super flustered and panicking at first. He just really doesn't like seeing you cry, so he'll be quick to ask you a million questions to figure out what to do to cheer you up, just to realize after while that he's got a trump card in his arsenal.

"I'll tell you what, y/n. You can't tell anyone about this, but if it'll help you feel better... you can touch my ears."

You'll instantly perk up and walk over to Gorou with this giddy smile, grabbing at his fluffy ears as gentle red hue brushes across his face. He won't admit how much he actually enjoys the feeling, but you're not blind to the wagging of his tail, nor are you deaf to the sound of his whimpers. Poor baby, because for all he tries to be tough and imposing he doesn't have to try hard to be so freaking adorable!

Arataki Itto

You’re sad? Well, don't worry, because Itto has now made it his personal mission to not leave your side until he's made you smile or laugh at least once. If you're gonna be stubborn and not give into his cheesy puns and jokes, don't even think about it. Some may find this a bit of an ick, but he'll definitely tickle you if that's what it takes. What can he say! He just loves to see you smile, and every time you cry he never wants to see you cry again. That's the Itto you'll get in this scenario 90% percent of the time. It's the other 10% you've gotta be worried about.

If you're really upset, and it's clear someone has hurt you in no small manner, especially if you show up to him physically injured, the poor sap who did it to you better already be on his way to the ports in Ritou, because that's the only way he's getting away from this oni. No one messes with his gang, especially not his y/n, and if he doesn't get to see his y/n smile because of some low life who decides to hurt your feelings than they will feel the wrath of the crimson oni.

Thoma

If you had plans to do anything productive that day despite your mental state, forget it. Thoma's not letting you out of his sight, and he's gonna pamper you all the way back to your bubbling, smiling self. You want hot tea? Consider it done. A home cooked meal? It's already in the oven! And yes, a warm set of sheets are on there way as you speak. He's already asked Ayato for permission to leave the estate so he can personally tend to you, so you're gonna get the royal treatment, and no's will not be tolerated.

Of course, there's also plenty of him sitting at the foot of your bed and listening to you rant, and cry, and let it all out. He's there to offer you advice should you ask for it, but if not, feel free to bury your face into his shoulder and stain his sleeve with your tears. No amount of stains and dirty plates and laundry are too much to handle for him. After all, it could not possibly equate to the pain he feels when seeing you in such disarray, and if you just need someone to hold you tight until you drift into sleep and forget about your pain with the distraction of dreams, he'll be there. He'll always be there, no questions asked.

Kaedehara Kazuha

His idea's for handling sadness typically start with: "there's somewhere I'd like to take you if you do not mind." You were naturally pretty skeptical, because when you're sad it can be hard to get yourself up and moving, but it's Kazuha, so you agreed, but it always paid off. Kazuha has an exceptional eye for beauty and an innate ability to find hidden gems among areas that may seem desolate. Mountain peaks that glow in the light of dusk and dawn, hidden waterfalls incased by hanging vines in caves that echo melancholic sounds of wind and trickling water. He never ceases to surprise you.

He'll show you things so beautiful that you'd nearly forget in the moment why you were sad in the first place, but should you remember, he's already got a poem or at least something deep and introspective to tell you. He's the first to remind you of how strong and amazing you are, and how despite the fact that you don't really need his help to face this he's there and waiting whenever you may want his support. He'll serenade you and blow you away with his words like his vision, and by the end of it you're smiling, face tinted rosy pink as you feel the warmth of his delicate but weathered hand intertwined with yours.

A/N: Hi everyone! It’s been a while, but I would just like to first of all say Happy Valentines Day, and second that I have a number of drafts I hope to finish soon! As always, feel free to dm me or put suggestions in my ask box, and if you’d like to see part two, please let me know, and let me know which characters you’d like to see!

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #gorou x reader #arataki itto x reader #thoma x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff

[delmoyy]

The Devil's Red Lace

Paring: Matt Murdock/F!Reader

Notes: This is my first Matt Murdock fic and my second post on Tumblr so I thought I'd make a good impression ;) for a better experience listen to Heaven Can Wait by Michael Jackson. Also sorry if the formating is shit I'm still tryna get used to this app

Summary: you convince Matt to take a day off from patrolling so you might as well make it worth his while.

Genre: Smut??

Word count: 1.5k

It was a Friday night. Matt got back from the office and you were off of work. You spent all day planning this. So when you heard the sound of keys jingling in lock, you couldn't help but feel giddy.

"Sweetheart?" The lawyer announced as he entered the small hallway, even though he already knew you were here. He could hear your heartbeat blocks away. It was faster than usual, not hurt or scared. He zeroed in on the constant thumping: you were excited. He couldn't help the smile that sneaked its way onto his lips. He tried calling your name again as he followed your scent that waved through the apartment. This time he got an answer.

"Hey baby," you greeted simply, he could tell that you were smiling just by your tone alone, walking out to him from the bedroom and sliding the door closed. Something was...different about you today. "How was your day?" You asked, keeping your distance . You watched the visible confusion play on his features, his brows furrowed slightly. Normally you couldn't keep your hands off him whenever he walked in,bringing him into a long embrace.

"It was...good." He said before elaborating "There wasn't too much to do today, just went over some cases with Foggy. How was your day at home?" He was taking slow steps towards you now, reaching his hand out so he could feel the soft plush of your skin, so he could hold you even if it was for only a few seconds.

"My day was okaaaay." You said, dragging out the last word as you swiftly made your way to the couch, completely rejecting Matthew. You bit the inside of your cheek to hold back a fit of giggles when you heard an impatient huff come from behind the couch.

"Just okay?" He echoed, playing off the slight rejection. Soft footsteps followed you to the furniture. When he took a seat next to you, you slid away to the other side of the couch with a small hum.

"Yeah,just okay." Your back was leaned against the arm of the couch."I missed you" you said softly, your voice barely a whisper.

"Really?" You rolled your eyes at the sarcasm practically oozing from his voice. "You've been avoiding me ever since I came in, not even a kiss" Matt said, pretending to be hurt. You laughed at that before scooting near him to lay your legs in his lap. He instantly ran his hands across the smooth skin, humming softly at the comforting heat radiating from it.

"Will you stay tonight?" You asked, skillfully avoiding his comment. As he ran his hands slowly up your skin,he was surprised by how much of it was bare. Maybe you were wearing shorts? He couldn't tell from this angle and you weren't allowing him much to go off of.

"Will I stay?" He echoed once again, all of his senses focused completely on you. He could hear the consistent beat of your heart, smell your body wash mixed with your personal scent. It was intoxicating. He wanted nothing more than to hold you close and live in this scent forever with just the two of you. But his city needed him. Evil doesn't sleep and if he takes a break who knows what'll happen. He needed to keep the innocent people of Hell's Kitchen safe, he needed to keep you safe. Matt was removed from his internal battle with himself by the loss of warmth. You were now sitting with your feet flat against the cushion of the couch as you hugged your knees toward you. Denying him from touching you at all. The man's brows furrowed once again.

"Do you want me to stay?" He asked quietly, reaching out for your warmth again.

His words hung thick in the air like honey. A pink glow drafted through from the digital billboard centered outside his apartment. It highlighted his features in the otherwise dark room. He was selfish and greedy when it came to you. Despite his better judgment, he would risk everything to stay here with you. He would stay because that's what you'd want. And deep down it's what he'd want too. All you had to do was say the words. God, how he wanted to hear you say it. Your scent was in every breath he took despite the distance you put between the two of you. It snaked around his lungs and fogged his brain till all he could think about was you. All he could care about was you. The silence was almost painful as he anticipated your next words.

"I want you to stay, Matthew." You finally said, your voice cutting through the tension like a hot knife. Hearing his name on your lips made him sigh softly. You got up from your spot on the couch. He could tell by the faint sound of your feet hitting the cold wooden floor. "Will you?" You asked, whispering to him like a secret. Soon enough you were straddling his lap, your thighs hugging the outside of his knees.

"Yes" you heard him breathe out,his voice almost a whine or better yet a beg. He went from not touching you at all from having you all at once. Your scent was stronger when you were in his space like this. He brought his hands up to touch you but you quickly intercepted him, grabbing both of his greedy hands and pinning them to the soft cushion of the couch. "Sweetheart—" he pleaded

"I thought about you all day, Matty" you said, your voice still quiet for him. When you were sure that he would keep still, you dragged your hands off his and moved them to cup his face.

"Really?"

"Mhm" you hummed with a small nodd. His hands still laid flat on the couch. You ghosted your lips over his, just a few inches away. You were so close. When he darted his tongue across his lips, he could taste you in the air. "I couldn't wait for you to come home" you placed a gentle peck against his lips, pulling away quickly to kiss down his neck before he could deepen the kiss. "I got all dressed up for you too…" You whispered against his burning skin. "Can you guess what I'm wearing Matty?" His breath hitched when he felt your teeth graze over the sensitive area of his neck. He groaned softly, focusing completely on you. Your scent was heavy over him, like a weighted blanket. He could feel the heat radiating from you. You weren't completely naked, but damn were you close. As you rocked yourself over his growing erection, he could hear the soft sway of a lighter fabric draping against your shoulders and flowing down your back like a waterfall. Then there was something else, it was tighter. He could hear the way it gripped deliciously at your curves. After moments of antagonizing silence and your painfully slow grinding, he was able to finally find his voice.

"Lingerie," he answered. You could feel his hands tense next to you, it took every ounce of self control he had to not flip you over and have you right there on his couch. You hummed again before biting down on his neck. He could feel you smile wide against his skin at the way he hissed softly for you. After licking a stripe up his neck you finally spoke again.

"Do you wanna know what color it is,hon?" you teased, pressing your cheek against his as you held your hands over his bigger ones. He nodded impatiently, causing you to smile again. You guided his hands to your waist, silently giving him permission to explode your vast frame. His hands traveled greedily across your skin as if he were trying to paint every inch to memory by touch alone.

"I need your words, Mathew"

"Yes" he breathed out with a shaky exhale "Yes,please." One of his hands followed the curve of your waist while the other ran the flat of your back. He played with the lace there, relishing the contrast of your soft skin and the rough lace. You kiss his cheek yet again before whispering in his ear.

"It's red Matt..." You reveal, deciding that you've dragged it long enough.You bite down once more on the sensitive skin of his neck, immediately soothing it with kitten licks and smooth kisses. "Daredevil red." You say l, your voice dangerously low against his skin as if you were teasing him. Hearing those words from you made him burn with want. He could feel sin flow through his veins. Hear it as his heart worked overtime to pump blood through all parts of his body. That's when his self control came crashing down like a broken damn, eagerness flooding his every movement. With ease he flipped you on your back against the couch, his larger frame towering yours. He stared down at you like he was a starved man and you were his last meal.

"You ruin me" he panted as he loosened his tie, a devilish grin playing on his lips.

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Doorway Duo pt.5

Pairing: Hybrid!Taehyung x Reader, Hybrid!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Hybrid!BTS, Non idol AU, fluff

Warnings: Pregnancy

Summary: Y/n was abandoned by her long time boyfriend and moves back home to help prepare for the baby. She’s surprised to find two unfamiliar hybrids at her house.

Length: 3,085

Notes: Lol sorry it took so long to post, I thought I did like two weeks ago but I apparently did not. Well anyways I'm thinking a spicy chapter might be joining us soon but I've never written that kind of stuff before so I'm a little hesitant. Also, I have a lot of School shit piled up but I hope to write another chapter within the next two weeks.

Date Posted: 10/14/2021

Seokjin was staring at me with a mildly amused expression from across the dinner table. Jungkook was leaning his head on my left shoulder, his eyes closed as he waited for Taehyung to bring us our dinner plates- something the snow leopard insisted on even more vehemently after our talk a week ago. I knew what he meant by the staredown- he wanted to tease me for going from a single mother who swore off men to turning around to fall in love with the two hybrids being housed with our parents. The day after the big talk was a bit awkward for us all as we decided to break the news to my parents who were wholeheartedly accepting and my mother was downright giddy at the fact that her daughter now had two men to take care of her. My father on the other hand had thought we were already together and merely shrugged at my announcement. They both helped me file the paperwork for adoption and helped me with breaking the tension between my brothers and my boyfriends.

You see, Hoseok and Namjoon were very upset with both of them for ‘taking advantage ’ of their pregnant little sister. While that is probably the farthest thing from the truth it had been the source of some tension in the family but a couple of days was all it took until everything settled. It was a big help that the twins’ confirmation was probably the most exciting news in the house and they all seemed to use the excitement as a way to bridge the gap. Well, that was with Seokjin’s exception. Jinnie didn’t bat an eye at the news of my love life but instead doubled his texts when he found out he was getting both a niece and a nephew.

We were having a celebratory family dinner- all thanks to Mom who was excited that the two were officially adopted by me yesterday but Namjoon, Yoongi, and Seokjin weren’t available to come until today. Hoseok sat to Seokjin’s right and was animatedly talking to Dad about his favorite show that had released another episode that morning. Dad was nodding along to the chattering with an endearing look on his face. Mom sat at the opposite end of the table, at the head, Yoongi at her left and Namjoon at her right. Hoseok sat sandwiched between his two brothers and dad occupied the other table head.

Taehyung finally made his way into the dining room with Namjooon on his heels, both balancing two plates in their hands. Namjoon set a plate in front of Yoongi who sat next to Jungook and was silently observing us all. Taehyung laid both plates in front of Kook and me before rubbing his cheek on top of my head at my soft thanks. He happily trotted back to the kitchen to retrieve his own plate. With all the seats filled Tae had to pull up a mismatched chair to sit on my right side.

“Darling we’ll need to get a new table by Christmas.” Mom commented as Taehyung made himself comfortable at the table.

Dad surveyed us all before nodding along at the request. “Especially if Hobi finally confesses to that boy by then. Maybe we could get matching high chairs for the twins.”

I choked at that comment, I wasn’t used to the idea of twins even though it had been confirmed several days ago. Apparently, they were laying back to back and it was hard to detect her, especially her heartbeat that was quieter than the boy’s own. She was smaller than him too, something that concerned me but the doctor said that it wasn’t uncommon with fraternal twins. He did say that while I was carrying large for one baby, I was smaller than average for carrying multiples. He advised me to take it easier though, something that the family had come together more forcibly than before to enforce.

Jungkook patted my back softly as I chugged at my glass of water. Seokjin broke out in laughter across the table. “Y/n, you good?” he asked with yet another teasing smirk.

“Yeah, just went down the wrong pipe,” I bit back, tonight I will not let him get a rise out of me. But when Seokjin got it into his head- it was practically impossible to stop him.

“Now that we’ve mentioned it, how are the twins today?”

“They’re good, been kicking a lot today.” My responses were perfectly monotonous, something that will instead get a rise out of him.

“Ah, you pick any names out yet?” At my silence he continued, “for one, I think having a niece or nephew named after me would be so endearing. How else would you show your appreciation for your eldest brother?”

“Good thing you’re not on the naming committee,” Namjoon chimed in from down the table, my eyes darting to the speaker to convey my gratitude at being saved from his trap answer. Knowing him I would be tricked into committing to whatever name he suggested. ‘It’s just how older brothers work,’ he would repeat growing up whenever he weaseled his way into getting his way.

“Mom, don’t you think that another little Seokjin would be adorable? Imagine another Jinnie running around.” He pouted at Mom who laughed at his pitiful expression.

“When you have my next set of grandbabies you can give me another Jinnie. For now, Y/n is still figuring out what sounds good for them herself so don’t give her a hard time.” She then turned back into conversation with Yoongi and Namjoon, asking her oh-so-typical motherly questions about their new romance. She was insatiable when it came to getting the answers she wanted from us. Jin didn’t look like he had been subdued though and he quickly turned his attention away from me and to the man on my right.

“What about you Taehyung? You got any names you’ve brought up to Y/n?” His tone was verging on accusatory, what he was accusing? I hadn’t the slightest clue of what went on in the drama queen’s head.

“Well, we talked about the name Minseok but Jungkook vetoed it.” Taehyung shrugged and shoveled another bite into his mouth. He was more focused on the turkey leg than any conversation Seokjin could provide.

“Minseok? What’s wrong with that name?” Dad asked while Jungkook and I shared a look at the can of worms Tae just opened. I had been clear to everyone that I wasn’t ready to settle on a name just yet and they all respectively had kept their distance from the topic until the shit-stirrer across the table finally showed face.

“Y/n wants the names to match and we didn’t like the options for a girl. Taehyung also suggested Yongsu go with it. Of course, I vetoed.” Jungkook explained as he pointed a fork at the said name murderer.

My Dad nodded along at the explanation before rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Oh gee, I could feel his brain churning out a million names before he opened his mouth. “What about Yoomi?”

“That’s worse than Minseok Dad. Have we considered Soohyun?” Hoseok butted into the conversation, and I couldn’t help but grimace at the suggestion. I knew a Soohyun, she was the girl Mark was cheating on me with. I’d rather not recall walking in on infidelity every time I called for my daughter.

“How about they have renditions of the same name? Like Joohyun and Hyunjoo? Those would be hella cute.” Namjoon was the new naming murderer and he seemed to be proud of his contribution. Even his boyfriend grimaced at how cliche the names were for twins.

I shook my head and leveled them all with a lifeless expression.“This is why I never talk about names with you guys.”

Joonie took that personally and he frowned at me before exclaiming: “Hey I picked out your name!”

“Out of a list we gave you Namjoon,” Mom reminded him quietly with a sofy pat on his arm and he scoffed at it before turning back to his plate with a grumble.

“Speaking of, I was the one to come up with all of your names.” My dad supplied before turning his attention to me once again and mouthing ’Yoomi’ at me.

“What about Minso and Chunso? I saw those names on a tv show before.” Said Yoongi, his face showing apprehension.

I could tell the apprehension was twofold- he hadn’t been able to establish his place in the family and I was shutting down every suggestion so far. I made sure to smile at him softly as I replied; “You know what, I actually kind of like that. Thank you Yoongi.”

“I like the name Minso. It’d be lovely for the little princess.” Dad spoke around a mouthful of broccoli and quickly held a hand up at Seokjin’s disgusted face. Minso for my little girl? It didn’t feel quite right for her but it was a good suggestion and I hadn’t the heart to negate him.

“Chunso is kind of a mouthful though,” Hobi interjected and proceeded to mutter it while exaggerating the lip movements. I knew I could count on Hoseok to be on a similar wavelength as me so I wouldn’t feel guilty for eventually brushing off the names from the list. Jungkook and Taehyung kept quiet when we’d discuss names, claiming I got the biggest say and they didn’t want to discourage any exploration. With that, I knew they wouldn’t dare speak out against any names I complemented halfheartedly.

Joonie leaned out to the center of the table and turned his phone to me. “I’m looking it up now and Minso means one of a kind.”

Wanting to distance myself from the conversation at hand, I glanced over at the thorn juxtaposed to me before suddenly recalling another name suggested by Taehyung the night prior. “Well, I was thinking of naming her Duri, since it can mean two. She just so happens to be labeled baby number two on the ultrasound.” I smirked at the pun enthusiast across the table to watch his face morph into one of horror.

Mom clapped her hands at the joke; “Then what are you thinking of naming him to match?” Her genuine excitement at me finally picking a name made me feel a little guilty. Naming a small human is hard and nothing has really felt close to ‘it’.

“That is such a pun- you can’t name my niece after a pun.” Jin slapped his hand down on the table before I could respond to Mom and I had to fight myself to keep from laughing at his expression. Never had I seen such pain on him but before I could tease him some more mom was snapping for our attention.

“As the matriarch of this family- I have lovingly thought of two names that could be cute for the babies.” She declared proudly as she crossed her arms in front of her.

“Oh, you have?” Jin stole words out of my mouth but unlike me, he had tangible doubt laden throughout his words. She nodded at the snarky man before turning her attention to me.

“Yes, and since you’re forming your own family with those two lovebirds then I would like to suggest Taehee and Junghee.”

Jungkook had been silently observing the discourse amongst us all as he rested his head on my shoulder but perked up at Mom’s words. “Those are beautiful names Mom, I can't believe we hadn’t considered those.”

“Because it’s insane to name them after you both.” All eyes slowly turned to Seokjin in various degrees of anger and shock. Hoseok had leaned away from him at the comment and Namjoon was coldly staring at him.

I was one of the shocked, what could he possibly mean by that comment? Was it a racist implication? From our family? We have a hybrid brother and both of his human siblings were dating hybrids. Was it against the polyandry? The monogamous-centric views were a bit dated even for our parent’s generation so it wouldn’t make sense. Was it because Mark was their sperm donor? Seokjin hated their biological father so that didn’t make much sense either. In the tense air, I leaned into Jungkook’s side- almost as if I was trying to hide in his embrace.

“Seokjin. I would carefully watch your next words.” My mother’s voice was cold and you could slice cake with how sharp her words came out.

The offender held his hands up in surrender before defending himself. “It’s not what you’re thinking, it’s because Jinhee is obviously a better name and should be considered first.”

The room was eerily silent for a hot minute before Hoseok turned and almost shoved Jin out of his chair. There was a playfulness that masked the lingering bits of anger in his face. Mom let out a breath of relief at the joke before going back to her dinner.

There was an almost silent scoff from down the table on my left, I turned to see Yoongi pushing his food around on his plate. “If we’re taking their dads’ names into consideration we could go with Yoontae or Yoonjung.”

“Those both have a part of your name in it too.” Hoseok pointed out with a small pout.

“That’s obvious, since I got invited to this family dinner, I’m now part of the family. I’m obviously going to be the favorite uncle.” He dramatically shrugged his shoulders and flicked his hair out of his face. I couldn’t help but smile at the declaration.

“Oh hell no you’re not, I’ve been vying for that spot since she told me,” Jin argued, his cheeks puffed out in anger.

“Must suck to have that spot pulled out from under you. I’ll make sure to send my condolences to your place later.” Yoongi shrugged yet again with a smirk before taking a big bite of the broccoli.

Namjoon gently reached out across the table with a placating expression on his face as he placed a hand on top of Yoongi’s upturned one. “Honey, I love that you’re feeling comfortable enough to joke with my brothers but I need you to know that it’s literally impossible to get that title while I’m still alive. I am the favorite brother so I will be the favorite uncle.”

Hobi’s ears perked up atop his head, he turned to Joon and shoved his harshly at the self-proclamation of the favorite brother. “Oh hell no you’re not. I AM.”

“Oh, Nams I’ll make sure to let your doctor know that you’re going senile.” Seokjin snarked from behind the angry canine hybrid, he too looked insulted at the prospect of not being the favorite. Mom and Dad both joined in the bickering to try and keep them from bursting into a full-blown brawl.

“I like the idea of the name Sujung,” I commented quietly and only the two hybrids glued to me noticed. Jungkook perking up visibly at the name suggestion. Tae leaned into my side more and I could feel his warm tail wound itself across my lap.

“It’s very pretty love, have you thought about one for the boy? I know you’re always tied up with the names for him.” He complimented me with a blindingly bright smile and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek.

I could help the blush that was threatening its way across my face so I pressed more into his touch. It was nice to have them both curled around me, especially now that it was growing colder. “Well, if I name her after Kookie, wouldn’t you like to have him named after you?”

Tae shook his head quickly at the question before resting his chin on my shoulder so he could talk to me in an almost whisper. “ I’ll love them no matter what we name them. You could name them both after Jungkook and I’d love them all the same.”

“I know you’ll love them, that wasn’t the question.” I reached a hand out to lace out fingers together.

“Baby, in the end, it’s your choice, maybe I’d like him to be named after me but if you choose otherwise then I wouldn’t care.”

“What about Taewon? I knew a man with that name before and he was very kind.” Jungkook decided to suggest suddenly making me jump slightly at the surprise. His mouth was centimeters from my ear and I could feel his warm breath fanning its way down my neck.

“I used to know a Kitae. What about that instead?” He suggested when I didn’t respond fast enough for his liking. I guess my hesitation spoke volumes.

Kitae was much cuter, cute enough to rival Sujung. “I like it, Kitae and Sujung. How cute.”

At my grin, Taehyung pulled away with excitement, “So we’ve settled on their names?”

“For now, they may change. Mom said she changed her mind a couple of times throughout her pregnancies.” I reminded him as I pulled him back into my embrace.

“For now, they’re perfect. They are going to be so cute! Now I can use their name when I talk with them.” He was almost shaking with excitement at the prospect. I didn’t know he’d be this enthusiastic about their names. “Love, we can use their names in their bedtimes stories from now on.”

I nodded at the exclamation and smiled as he rambled on about how he was going to write out the classics with their names so they can be the heroes of their stories. While he continued to chatter Jungkook curled an arm around my waist- well as much as he could with my growing stomach. I glanced over at the rest of the table and couldn’t help the smile that stretched across my face, My family was all happily broken into small conversations and they all seemed to be enjoying themselves. Jin and my dad were chatting and Jin was obviously fighting back his laughter. Hoseok and Yoongi seemed to be talking about Jimin if the raging blush on Hobi’s face was anything to go by. Mom and Joonie were quietly talking before she reached a hand out to ruffle his hair while he whined at the action. I turned my attention back to my still rambling boyfriend to catch on to the tail-end of his rant.

My family was here, together and happy. And my newly forged family unit fit in perfectly- something I was ever grateful for.

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Hi! I'm a new follower and I just binged all of your stories today! And sooooo in love!

I just want to request a story, where chishiya is madly possesive of his S/O, where he gets jealous of anyone who would touch her.

S/O is a female.

Thank youuu so much!

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Possessive | Shuntaro Chishiya

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Summary: You begin to notice Chishiya’s possessive behaviour around you when you start becoming more serious about your relationship

Type: short scenario

Word Count: 1.7k

*reader is female

Author’s Note: this is more like just a few scenarios of Chishiya being possessive. It isn’t that well written since I had to rush it a bit. I felt like I had to post something today cause I haven’t in a while, so I was a bit busy 😣

You never viewed Chishiya as the possessive type, especially when it came to relationships. The sly, manipulative character seemed to convey the vibe that he wouldn’t care less about who his significant other talked to or hung out with. But of course, during the first few weeks of dating him, you began to notice that your assumption was completely inaccurate.

It started with small gestures, like pulling you closer to him subtly when you were hanging around the pool area, or keeping a strong grip on your hand when walking down the hallways of the hotel together. You always thought it was him just being a good boyfriend, but over time you began to think otherwise.

Chishiya became more clingy towards you, both in public and private. Sometimes he would not allow you to leave his side at all, which always ended in a complaint from you. Even when you rolled your eyes and tried to walk away from him anyway, he would just grab you by your waist and pull you back to him, giving you a quick glare to warn you.

In private, like when you were in your shared room together, he always hid your shirts from you so you would be forced to wear one of his white t-shirts. He would become all happy and giddy when you saw you in his clothes, wrapping his arms around you like a little koala and not letting go for hours. There would be some nights when you would have to pry his arms off from your torso, as he simply refused to let you go.

************

One night, you both were sitting in a booth together outside around the pool area. Most of The Beach’s residents had made their way to bed, so it was just you and Chishiya having a few drinks together with the occasional small group of people walking nearby.

Chishiya had his lips against yours, moving slowly and intimately as he held the side of your face with one hand and rubbed the bare skin of your waist with the other. You were having a heated make out session, just enjoying being in each other’s presence without being disturbed by anyone.

“Chishiya,” you breathed out as you broke the kiss, making Chishiya pout unhappily. “Let’s head inside, it’s getting cold out here.”

Chishiya smiled and shook his head at your suggestion. “Can we just spend a few more minutes here? There’s too many people inside and just want some alone time with you,” he asked, tucking his head into the crook of your neck and lightly nipping at the sensitive skin. You winced as he kissed and bit along your neck and collarbones.

“I want to see Arisu. He said he wasn’t feeling too well today and I want to check up on him,” you said, pulling Chishiya away from your neck by his shoulders. Chishiya held a frown on his face.

“Why do you want to see Arisu? I’m right here, you don’t need him,” he groaned in an annoyed tone while tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You pulled a sarcastic face and rolled your eyes.

“Yes I know, but I’m just worried about him, that’s all,” you insisted, pushing your hand underneath Chishiya’s chin and pressing your thumb against his lips lightly.

Chishiya gazed lovingly into your eyes as you traced your thumb across his cheek, closing his eyes in content as the feeling of your hand on his skin. “You’re so pretty,” you praised, giving him a short peck on his nose, making him chuckle slightly.

*************

A more prominent incident that conveyed his possessive personality was when you were in an executive meeting together.

You were a higher ranking member of the militants, so you were able to be present at meetings with Hatter.

Both you and Chishiya stood at the end of the large room together, leaning against the wooden wall and listening to the debate that everyone was holding. Hatter was trying to decide which executives to send to the next game, as he was expecting the game to represent a card that they had not yet able to achieve, and he wished to make sure that they were guaranteed to bring it back.

“Niragi and Aguni could go,” Mira suggested, gesturing towards the two taller men that sat at the table next to one another. “They have a 100% winning streak, so I think they’d be the best choice for a diamonds game such as this one.”

Your eyes broke from the rest of the room when you felt Chishiya’s hand run along yours, reaching for your hand and lacing your fingers together. You looked at his face, not even earning a side glance from him. It was unusual for him to act romantic towards you in front of the executives, especially during a meeting.

“Why doesn’t Y/N join then?” you suddenly heard your name. You looked back over to the table and saw Niragi eyeing you, making you tense immediately. “She can come with us, since she too has cleared a lot of diamond games.”

As everyone turned towards you and Chishiya, you felt Chishiya’s grip on your hand tighten.

Before you could even speak, Chishiya spoke for you.

“No,” he bluntly stated.

“No?” Niragi questioned, standing up from his seat and making his way over towards you and Chishiya’s position. “Why do you say no Chishiya?” Niragi asked, pressing the barrel of his rifle towards him.

“I’m not letting her go with you, not if I’m not there.”

You didn’t know what to say, so you just continued to glance between the two bickering men.

“She’s her own person, she can speak for herself,” Niragi growled into Chishiya’s face, turning towards you. Your heart stopped as he stepped towards your smaller frame. “So, what do you think sweetheart? We could really use your help.”

The way he ran his tongue along his bottom lip creepily at the end of his sentence made you uneasy. Before you could even answer, Chishiya had pulled you by your arm roughly behind him, putting himself between you and Niragi and shoving on his chest to get him away.

“Fuck off you perv,” he cursed at him, “she’s staying here. I don’t care how much you need her. I wouldn’t even let her in the same room as you or Aguni without me there.”

Niragi scoffed and gave you both an angered look before turning away. “Fine. Keep that personality up around her Chishiya, she just might get sick of you treating her like a possession you have control over.”

***********

Another incident occurred when you were both at the neon coloured bar outside in the party area.

Chishiya had to leave for a few minutes to look for Kuina, so you decided to wait at the bar for him to return, despite his protesting.

You were nodding your head to the music and sipping your drink, enjoying your time by yourself and having a nice conversation with the young lady who was the bartender. You suddenly were pulled from your thoughts when a cold hand was placed on your lower back, making you jump and spin your head around with an annoyed expression.

“Hey gorgeous,” he slurred his words, obviously drunk. “You’re looking awfully lonely. You want to come dance with me,” he pressed, running a hand through your hair softly. You swatted his hand away from your face and shuffled over in your seat to distance yourself from him.

“No thanks,” you declined politely. “I’m actually with someone, so I’m waiting for them right now,” you tried to reassure him.

He frowned and looked around the bar for someone who you might have been with. “I don’t see anyone. I’m sure your partner won’t mind if you have a little dance with me~”

His flirtatious tone made you cringe. He seemed awfully insistent. You declined once again and stood up from your seat to walk away, but you didn’t get the chance to when he grabbed you by your waist and pulled your back against his chest. “Stop being so hard to get. I just want to get to know you a little better.”

You tried to pull yourself from his touch as he ran his hands along the skin of your stomach a bit too intimately for it to be comfortable.

To your surprise, you heard a loud impact noise and the man’s grip left your body. You turned around to see what had happened to notice none other than Chishiya standing above the man on the ground, taser in hand.

“Piss off you horny dog,” he spat towards him, tucking his weapon back into his hoodie pocket. You noticed the people surrounding you watching the scene, making you feel uneasy, but Chishiya grabbed you by your hand and dragged you away from the crowd, heading towards the hotel.

After walking for a while, Chishiya turned around and looked at you, concern painted across his face.

“Oh my god, are you okay baby?” he asked, frantically checking your body for any signs of injury. “Did he touch you anywhere? I’m so sorry I left. I shouldn’t have left you alone like that, especially around all those intoxicated people.”

He was rambling as he rubbed your skin, trying to comfort you. “Chishiya,” you said, interrupting him. “I’m fine, it’s not your fault.”

You pulled him into a passionate kiss, running your hands through his hair, trying to calm him. Chishiya wrapped his arms around your shoulders to pull you closer, making you feel his warmth against you.

You snaked your hands underneath his hoodie and wrapped them around his back, scratching lightly through the material of his shirt. Chishiya sighed and pulled away from your lips, looking into your eyes.

“You’re all mine,” he whispered, rubbing his nose against yours playfully. You smiled at his statement. “You’re mine, don’t forget that.”

You nodded as he leant downwards to bite underneath your jaw. “Maybe I’m not making that clear enough,” he slyly said, making you chuckle nervously at his words. You gasped as he latched onto the skin of your neck, sucking on a single spot harshly. H.

“Chishiya, don’t!” you whispered-yelled. “You’ll leave a mark!”

Chishiya pulled away from your skin and admired the purple bruise that had formed on your neck, making him smirk. “That’s the point baby,” he said in a teasing tone. He leant back down and licked over the spot lightly to sooth the bruise.

You smiled and playfully hit his shoulder. “Idiot,” you groaned and rolled your eyes.

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When He Loved Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

A/N: My first fic and it's angst that came into my head around 3am. I've always wanted to write fics, but I didn't like how I wrote and I was embarrassed. First time writing for others so I tried to keep away from using just she/her pronouns, but if that's what you'd like just lemme know

I can write for other fandoms, and imma make a list of the fandoms I like bc I have so many I forget. I'll also add some other things if it interests me. Not comfortable with nsfw just yet so apologies. Anyways, enjoy the fic ig and please give me criticism if you see something wrong

idk how tumblr works with spacing and all that so hopefully this comes decent looking

Prompt: Please, don't leave me.

TW: S**cide mention

Every day had started to feel the same to you for a while now.

It started when he began missing date nights with you. He was always so excited about them, and then they were happening less and less often. You still saw him on occasion, but it felt more like "business" than anything else.

You didn't get the same giddy feeling you used to get when you'd see him; it felt like going out with him was more of a chore. You couldn't even complain to him about it even if you wanted to. Anytime you did see him long enough, he was always gone within a second, always in a rush. You never knew what he even did with himself or if he was thinking about you at all.

It definitely didn't help that you'd always catch him hanging out with his friends. You confronted Ned about it, but he was always so dismissive. Hell, you had even talked to Michelle about the whole thing. At first, she sympathized, but then it was as if a switch was flipped. You used to go to her to vent about Peter and the relationship. Now, she was practically telling you that you were overreacting.

----

You felt like you were going to have a mental breakdown.

Learning about a loved one's passing is always one of the hardest things for anyone to deal with, especially when it's someone you deeply care about.

You had just received the news that your best friend had killed himself a couple of hours ago.

You didn't know how to feel.

You couldn't wrap your head around it. There was no warning.

You and he had been friends since childhood, and you knew each other so well that neither one of you could even remember a time when the other wasn't around.

Your hands shook as you picked up the phone to call Peter. Your tears finally fell as you listened to the constant ringing of the phone, and you knew he wasn't going to answer. Rage grew within you as you heard his voicemail message causing you to throw your phone across the room. It crashed into the wall and broke, but you didn't pay any mind to it as you fell to the ground and let out a wailed sob.

Why did this have to happen?

You could barely catch your breath between sobs.

Your body shook.

You didn't care about anything anymore.

You didn't care about Peter anymore.

----

Weeks had passed, and Peter was exhausted.

Tracking down a gang, taking them down, and meeting another Spider-Man had just been a lot for him to take in. He was so tired, he didn't even want to think about it anymore. His back ached as he climbed through his window.

He was just so damned tired.

He stripped out of his suit, took off his web-shooters, and placed them back in his closet. Then, he took a quick shower.

His job was a bit easier to have Ned and MJ know he was Spider-Man. Now he just had to tell you.

Peter stood in the middle of the room and weighed out what would happen. He felt sorry for lying to you, and he knew that he was being distant. He just didn't have the courage to deal with any of it because he was worried about you. He couldn't lose you too.

As Peter lied down to finally get some rest, he wondered how you were doing. Karen had said you tried calling him, but he couldn't answer he had been in the middle of a stakeout.

He got up and rummaged through his book bag to get his phone, turning it on to scroll through his messages. He sat up as he realized how many he had gotten. Had something happened?

As he scrolled through, his heart broke. So many people had posted about the loss of Jay and were gossiping about why he did it. When he finally went through them all, he looked at your one missed call and gulped.

You had called him that day, and he didn't pick up.

He clicked the voice mail and listened to the message. All that he could hear were your pained sniffles, a shout, and then the line cut off.

He felt sick as he replayed the message.

Peter already felt awful about lying to you; he had to fix this. He quickly texted you, put his web-shooters back on, and was ut the window.

He knew the way to your house, so it took him no time to et there. As he was getting ready to knock on your window, he did a double-take and took a closer look.

Someone was sitting in your room; it looked like he had been waiting for you. Peter quirked an eyebrow as he looked at the guy. He was wearing a red and green jacket with shorts and sneakers. He also looked like he was wearing tights?

Suddenly, you walked into the room, so Peter backed away from the window to hide in the shadows. You seemed to be upset as you were wiping your eyes quite a bit.

"I'm sorry Miles. I didn't think I'd start crying like that," you said as you sat on your bed.

"Hey, it's okay," he replied as he stood up and moved closer to you. You sniffled as you tried to regain your composure. Peter didn't quite know how to react. Who was this? What was going on?

"I just...he..." you groan out in frustration as you grip your hair. Miles' eyes widen as he sees tears start flowing from your eyes again.

"You wanna talk about it?" he asks as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. You shrug as you shake your head.

"It's complicated, and besides, that's what our therapy's for" you chuckle dryly. Miles' eyes wander the room as he tries to think of something to do to cheer you up. "How 'bout we go out tonight?" he suggests.

"I don't like the tone of that voice" you sass as you turn to give him a look. Peter watches Miles turn around, and his eyes widen. Miles was wearing a suit, a Spider-Man suit. The same Spider-Man he saw the other week.

"Any place you wanna go to, we'll go" he adds with a cheeky smile. "Really? You're not busy?" You cross your arms as you stare him down.

"Nah, night's been quiet. Besides, I might be busy tomorrow, then you'd miss your favorite person in the world" he winks as you begin to smile. Peter's heart sank as he realized what was happening. He thwipped a web to the building across from yours and sat down on the edge of the roof. Pulling out his phone, he sent you a text.

Can we talk tomorrow?

Giggling could be heard from across the street. Peter looked up and bit his lip as you glanced at your phone and threw it on your bed. You got onto Miles' back, and you both swung away.

----

After you tried calling Peter that day, you stopped reaching out to him altogether. You decided that you'd wait to talk to him until he finally realized you weren't there. It had been about five weeks, and in those five weeks, you had gone to therapy and counseling.

You met Miles in counseling. He was sweet but seemed to get off topic a lot. When you were getting ready to leave one session, he had come up to you, put his hand on your shoulder, and let out a simple "Hey." One thing led to another, and you had both bonded over your losses. You went to Miles' uncle's funeral, and he went to Jay's funeral with you.

You were currently sitting on a swing at the playground as you waited for Peter. It was taking him forever to show, and at this point, you wanted to get this whole conversation over with.

Frowning, you looked around, wondering why he was taking so long. He should've been here by now. Maybe he decided not to come after all.

When that thought crossed your mind, you scoffed and stood up. Before you could go anywhere, however, you felt someone gently grab your hand. Looking back, you saw Peter staring at you with a small smile on his face.

"You came."

"Of course I did"

Peter pulls you towards him and wraps his arms around you. You take a deep breath as you stare off towards the slide. He pulls away when he realizes you're not hugging him back. The both of you pull away awkwardly as you look at each other.

"Peter-" "(Y/N)-" both of you speak at the same time.

"I- I have o tell you something" he starts with a stutter. You wait patiently as you motion for him to continue. "I know th-that I've been....not here for you for a while-" he cuts himself off when he hears you scoff.

"I.....I had these things, and I should've told you as soon as we started dating, and I'm sorry. I know I've been an asshole, more than that actually" you roll your eyes and shake your head as he continues.

"I just.....I love you, and I want you to know that even though I don't show it a lot" he finishes as he rubs the back of his head nervously.

The good thing about coming to this park was that there was usually no one here, and you were glad no one was here right now because boy were you fuming. "Told me about what Parker?" Your hand goes to your hip as you glare at him.

"W-Well....uhm......that guy that you talk to.......I'm like him I guess. Spider-Man." Your eyes widen when you hear the first part. "How the hell do you know I've been talking to someone?"

Peter stumbles with his words as he realizes he's been caught red-handed, "Uh...I was gonna visit yesterday, and I kinda....saw you..talking to him....." You narrow your eyes as you pick up a stick and throw it at him. He ducked before he could get hit, but you were already in his face.

"You were spying on me?!"

"I-I wasn't trying to! I was just-"

"Christ Peter!" All this time of you not being here, and now all of a sudden you just wanna show up out of nowhere because of what?! Jay?! Is that why you're finally talking to me?!" Panic stirs in Peter's eyes as he tries to come up with an excuse.

"I tried so hard to get you to talk to me, and you only wanna talk now because of that shit?! Peter, I can't do this shit with you anymore. I don't care if you're Spider-Man; what was the point of not telling me in the first place?! We live in New York for God's sake!!"

Your face is red as you frustratingly wipe away your tears with your forearm. Peter stays silent as he watches you; he can't say anything right now because you've hit the nail on the head.

"Y-You know what, fuck this. I can't do this shit any-anymore, Peter. But please tel-tell me; w-what did I do wrong? I di-did my best to keep both of us h-h-happy. Please, just tell me what I did wr-wrong." Your words are barely recognizable as you hold yourself to keep you're shaking body still.

Peter steps forward, but instead of stopping him like he thought you would, he cups your face gently as he looks into your eyes.

"(Y/N).....I'm so sorry I made you think this was all your fault. You did make me happy; you still do. I just...I've been so busy being Spider-man that I've neglected you, and I'm sorry for that. But I do still love you, (Y/N). I swear I'll stop doing everything just for you. I-I'll give up being Spider-Man."

You watch him unravel as he keeps talking. You can't bring yourself to care, however, as he spills his heart out. Too much disappointment has built up over the months.

"Pete...."

"Please......(Y/N), just give me another chance. I'll do anything, just please, don't leave me." His voice is soft and insecure as he begs you, almost quivering as he says it. It doesn't invoke any sort of feeling in you though. His sad eyes watch as you pull away from him,

"I'm sorry Peter" you whisper softly as you turn around and walk away.

He doesn't run after you or even shout.

Peter simply watches you walk away until you're out of view. The only thing he can hear is your footsteps as they fade into the distance.

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A/N: Alright so...this whole thing was based on how I could see him being Spider-Man in the beginning ig? Imo I feel like between him and Miles, the latter would be the first to tell you he's Spider-Man

And I always felt like him being away like that with no real reason would make an s/o feel like it's their fault or sumn. Like, I've always seen fics where he and the reader always make up about it, but I wanted to try the bad ending where even though he had good intentions, he's just not ready to handle being a hero, student, and partner.

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