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weskin-time · 1 year

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listen, i'm throwing this request in here because we frankly don't get enough of this in the x reader tag, character x injured/sick!reader. it doesn't even have to be anything super angsty if you don't want it to be. like i just want the fluff of an overwatch character fretting over reader with a sprained ankle lmao

(any characters are okay tbh, write for whoever you have ideas for!)

Hello anon!! i hope this works for you! i had a lot of fun writing this and i might make more later on. >:3

please give me more OW requests. mm brain rot <3

TBH i don’t really like genjis one i might rewrite it later on so keep an eye out for a post

D.Va, Genji, Ramattra X GN!Hurt/Sick!Reader

Not beta read

cw- injury, pain,

Hana “D.Va” Song

gaming with your girlfriend was almost mandatory as you started your relationship

you were fine with that, in fact you were happy to join in her streams and hang out with D.Va and finish to get some quiet time with Hana.

But. you two played different types of games.

You loved character driven story games, open worlds and side quests

and she was a world champion, mmorpgs, real time strategy games, fast paced games you never really tried

But she asked one day if you wanted to play LOL with her on stream you said yes of course

but wow was it a learning curve, and a new thing you had to adapt to. fast paced clicking and key mashing hurt your fingers and wrists.

you have no idea how Hana doesn’t have wrist problems worse then she does if you just played for a few days and your pointer finger felt stuck and pain would throb in your forearms.

Hana ended stream that night and took a breath to regain her self. You were chilling in the same room as her, her set up more impressive than yours as you turned off your own PC and turned your chair to face her.

Getting up from your semi uncomfortable office chair you walked over to her as she stretched, you went to grab her water bottle to refill it for her but as soon as your hand grabbed the bottle pain shot through your forearm and wrist making you involuntarily wince.

Her eyes shot to you in worry before she completely understood what happened, “Aww I hope i didn’t push you too hard that last round.”

You chuckled and shook out your arms, it really didn’t do much. “It’s hard to keep up with you in these games Ms Professional ESports World Champion.”

It was her turn to laugh, “Get good.” She got up and grabbed the bottle herself and shut down her PC. “You good though? Got Gamers wrist?”

“Up my forearms and everything, clicking finger is sore too.” You flex your fingers trying to get the stiff feeling out.

“Didn’t you used to play a religious amount of Cookie Clicker back in the day, without auto clicker?” She points out as you follow her out of y’all’s gaming room and to the kitchen.

You have a scoff, “My child self didn’t know what that was, i was rich on cookies. And it didn’t hurt all this bad.” You rested against the island.

She paused by the fridge, filling her bottle up with the water. “I have some extra wrist braces if you’d like, they work wonders.”

“Please.” Your response came instantly before you could even process the last part of her sentence. It made her snort with how desperate you sounded and she almost overflowed her bottle.

“Come here, give me your arms.” She turned around and leaned against the other side of the island in front of you.

You did and held out your forearms to her with a confused look.

She wrapped her hands around for forearms and began to squeeze them, massaging them firmly, perfectly in the place where it hurt the most. A whine left your throat at the feeling of sore pain meeting soft comforting pain. Her fingers dug into the meat gently as she circled the muscle, slowly making her way down to your wrists where she provided the same treatment. Your head rested on the island counter as you slumped over, heaven was in her hands.

“Thank you Hana.”

“You’re welcome bunny.”

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Genji Shimada

sleep deprivation sucked.

2-3 hours a night was all you were going off of. it wasn’t enough to keep your brain healthy or your body.

constant headaches, unfocused eyes, micro sleep, confusion, it all was ass

but there was nothing you could do in the moment to fix it, you just kept staying awake at night to either game or finish work projects and paperwork.

sickness sometimes finds you when you’re like this, nauseous from lack of sleep, headaches making your eyes hurt.

you tried your best to fight back the sleep that demanded itself, but failed.

Genji was silent in his approach to your desk, you knew he was there, you could sense him.

Your laptop was too bright, your eyes were unfocused and you could barely feel yourself slowly lean forward to the desks surface. A hand on your shoulder wakes you up enough to realize you were holding down a single key on your keyboard and the open document on your screen now had a long line of Vs.

“Hiya Genji.” you slur almost, as you closed your eyes only for the entire world to pulse around you, sounds were too sharp and too dull at the same time, breathing in and out seemed to take all your strength, but your strength was elsewhere trying to fight off sleep.

“You don’t look too good.” He stated flatly, his helmet off as he rested in comfortable clothing.

You glance up to see him, eyes focusing on his face, “Thanks.” was all you had the energy to respond with.

He looked at your laptop, reading what you were writing but telling by his confused and concerned face you think you just wrote gibberish that your brain thought sounded like a normal sentence.

“How long have you been awake?” His voice dripping with concern but his voice buzzed in your ears and bounced around your head for a second before you could process what he said.

“I’ve had 5 hours of sleep this week.” You yawn and look away from his wide eyed expression.

It was Saturday. 11pm.

Your body didn’t have enough energy to even move it felt like.

“Okay,” he dragged out the word and closed your laptop. “Let’s get you to bed yea?” The way he said it made you know there was no changing his mind.

You didn’t want to admit you needed sleep but at the same time your head was throbbing and the thought of cuddling with your Genji was enough to perk you up more.

You mumbled out an okay before trying to stand on wobbly knees, your body feeling light yet heavy at the same time. A flesh hand came to steady you and hold you before you heard a sigh and suddenly you were swept off your feet and being carried to the bedroom.

“You need to take better care of yourself.” Concern laced his words as he placed you on the bed carefully.

“I know I know,” you made a grabby hand motion at him and he smiles, soon making his way to the bed as well, cuddling up beside you. You used his still flesh side as a pillow as he laid on his back. “I’m sorry Genji.”

He ran fingers along your scalp, scratching softly, putting you in a trance. “I know you don’t do field work anymore but you still need to rest.”

“I will, I will.” Was all you could mumble out before almost instantly falling asleep. the last thing you felt was his lips against your forehead.

The next morning Genji barley let you leave the bedroom after you slept for nearly 14 hours. He made you food and sat and ate with you in the bed while the two of you watched Cowboy Bebop. Your work could wait till monday, you just wanted to enjoy the last day of the weekend resting with him.

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Ramattra

you were out for a walk with Ramattra

the spring air buzzed with life as you two passed by trees, bird song filling silence, bees resting on flowers as they bumbled their fat little bodies around

it was a nice walk, one to clear your mind and his systems, just to think and be together

you didn’t see a tree root and you fell and ate dirt, twisting your ankle

“oh ow ow ow ow ow.” you let out a string of curses from behind clenched teeth.

Your ankle throbbed, it felt warm and tingly at the same time, pain shooting through your foot and up your shin. You do what your dumb brain tells you to and you roll it to make sure it’s not broken, thankfully it isn’t but the pain takes the air from your lungs with a sharp gasp.

Ramattra stared down at you on the ground, unmoving as he studied you. He watched as you tried to get back up with only the use of one leg, holding onto a tree for support as you stood with your leg raised like a dog that’s paw got stepped on.

“Fragile things you humans are. You tripped and now you can’t stand?” His voice wasn’t as harsh as it once was many moons ago, but he still said it with some form of exasperation.

You set your foot on the ground, testing it and instantly regretting it as pain erupts again.

You ignore his comment, “Oh gods I don’t know if i can walk back.”

“Weakling.” He said but held out his arm for you to take. There was no malice in his vocal synthesizers.

You did, leaning against him. Thanking him as you both turned around and took a step to head back to base. As you tried to put weight on your ankle you winced and let out a hiss.

“I really fucked myself up good.” You laugh a little as you stare down at your feet.

“Do you need me to carry you?” His voice buzzed with slight concern, you wouldn’t have noticed it unless you had spent enough time with the Omnic, and you have.

You look up at him with a smirk, a look that pokes him, “You goin soft on me Ram?”

He tenses a tiny tiny bit more than he already was, “No!” He said a bit too quickly. “It would take us ages to get back with your condition and I am not going to wait on you. It would be faster for me to carry you there. Simple.”

You ponder for a second, before nodding your head. Why would you ever give up the opportunity to be carried by this giant?

Ramattra let’s out a fake sigh and grabs you by the midsection, lifting you up and placing your butt on his right shoulder. You were expecting to be carried in his arms but sitting on his shoulder was way more fun already. You felt like a bird resting on his broad shoulders.

“Thanks, you big softie.” You pat his head to make your point.

He moves his right arm to hold your hips, keeping you stable and you use his arm as a grip. “I’m not doing this for you.” He grumbled but the way he made sure you weren’t going to fall off said otherwise.

He waited for you to give the word and he started to make his way back, you on his shoulder and enjoying being really tall.

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luvangelbreak · 2 months

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, drug use (weed), mentions of drugs (cocaine, weed), suggestive, NOT PROOFREAD!! word count: 4.8k a/n: dramaaaaaaaaa. i was really on a roll with this chapter it’s so long LMAO

pov: layla

"You doing anything after school?" Matt asked me as he stole some of Nick's fries, causing his brother to hit him on the arm and I shook my head.

"No, but you are," I pointed out and he furrowed his eyebrows for a moment, "Training, Matthew."

"How did you forget you have training when you have been playing hockey for the last 5 years but she remembered?" Nate chuckled in disbelief from across the table and Matt shrugged.

"Oh Layls!" Allie chirped up from beside me, interrupting her own conversation with Mia who was sitting on her right, "Do you have a dress for prom yet?"

"Uh, I'm probably not going," I told her honestly and her face dropped sadly.

"What? Why not?" she asked, disappointment clearly in her tone and I shrugged.

"It's just not my thing," I answered honestly and she pouted slightly.

"Come on, it will be so fun! I can help you pick out a dress and everything," she pleaded with me and I gave her an apologetic look.

"She doesn't wanna go, Allie. Drop it," Mia grumbled from beside her, making my face drop at the rudeness of her tone.

"I'll think about it, okay?" I said kindly and her face lit up again before nodding, "Are all of you going?"

"Yeah," Chris nodded, clearly seeming unimpressed but agreed to go nonetheless, "No thanks to Al."

"You could've said no," Allie shrugged, smiling at him widely and he smiled, shaking his head and I leaned over, placing my hand under Allie's chin.

"How can you say no to this adorable face?" I asked sarcastically and Allie tapped my hand away lightly, a snicker falling out of her mouth.

"Shut up," she rolled her eyes playfully and Matt nudged my thigh with the back of his hand, making me look at him.

"You wanna come over after training?" he asked and I pursed my lips, giving him an apologetic look.

"I can't. Maybe tomorrow though," I told him and he nodded before turning his attention back to the group, "Nick, we still need to get our suits."

"I can't get mine till Allie tells me her fucking dress colour because we have to be matching," Chris chimed in again and I looked at Allie with raised eyebrows.

"You are going together?" I asked and she nodded happily.

"He said the only way he'd go to prom is if I agreed to go as his date that way he isn't stuck with anyone he doesn't like," she laughed and I smiled, nodding my head before I glanced at Chris.

"Matt," Mia chimed in catching not only Matt's attention but mine, "Remember your tie has to be red because my dress is red."

I felt a wave of jealousy pulse through me and I looked at the table before me. I had no right to be jealous, Matt and I weren't together in any capacity and he and Mia had been friends for years. It was just the fact it was Mia he was going with that pissed me off.

Of fucking course he's going to prom with Mia.

"Right," Matt nodded, seemingly ignoring Mia for the majority of the day. My brain had been wracking what they could've talked about to make him give her the cold shoulder like he was, I wanted to know if I caused it.

I didn't care about Mia but I knew Matt didn't want to lose her as a friend. So instead of starting an argument or causing a fight, I remained silent and chewed at my lip.

"Nick," Nate spoke up again catching Nick's attention and I pushed my food away from me, suddenly losing my appetite completely, "Are we matching too or what?"

"I thought you were going with Gemma?" Nick asked, clear confusion on his face and Nate shook his head, taking a sip of his water.

"Decided not to. Would rather be with you guys," he shrugged and Nick nodded in response.

"Why don't one of you take Layla?" Allie spoke up and I turned my head to look at her with a frown, "That way she also has a date because we can always bring someone else."

"Allie, I don't even know if I'm going yet," I responded and she shrugged, looking at me as she sipped on her iced tea.

"Just as a backup plan," she answered and I chuckled with a shake of my head.

"I was planning on bringing Jake since Nate said he was already going with Gemma," Nick answered honestly and Allie raised her hands triumphantly.

"Great! Nate, you can take Layla that way we all have a date!" Allie cheered and I looked at Nate, studying his reaction and he shrugged.

"I'm cool with that. Layls?" he asked, seemingly unbothered about whether or not he had a date.

"If I'm going, then sure," I shrugged in response and he nodded, taking another sip of his water.

"What colour dress are you thinking?" Allie asked, whipping her phone out of her pocket and I gave her a deadpanned look before her gaze met mine again, "In case you want to come! Nate is buying a suit regardless so might as well match it to a colour you like if you do come."

"Probably black," I shrugged, not wanting to argue with her and she nodded, tapping away on her phone.

"Makes my life easier," Nate shrugged, an amused smile on his lips and I smiled at him, both of us finding humour in the situation.

"What about this?" Allie leaned over, shoving her phone in front of my face catching me off guard as my eyes adjusted to the screen. It was a sparkly black strapless dress and I shrugged. I looked at the price and my eyes widened.

"Allie, I can't afford that," I answered quietly and she dismissed me with a wave of her hand.

"Don't worry about the price. I'm looking for dress styles you like," she answered quickly before tapping away on her phone again. Matt tapped my thigh once again before leaning over.

"Are you really gonna go with Nate?" he asked and I turned my head to look at him, a small expression that showed he was displeased written on his face.

"I don't know if I'm going at all yet. This is Allie's doing," I shrugged and he hummed, looking down at the table again making me smile as I leaned up to whisper in his ear, "Now who's jealous?"

"What about this one?" Allie once again leaned over, showing me a photo of a black halter neck dress that seemed to be a silk material. I shook my head knowing the shape of the dress would look awful on me, "Okay we need to figure out what kinda dresses you like."

"I don't wear dresses Allie," I gave her a half smile as Matt wrapped his arm around my shoulders and she nodded.

"Even more of a reason to find a dress you actually like," she announced as she went back to her phone making me smile in amusement.

"You could just not wear anything," Matt whispered into my ear and I punched his thigh making him groan.

"Don't be such a guy," I rolled my eyes, a smile still on my lips as I looked up at him. He shook his head, a slight smirk on his lips. He placed a kiss on the side of my temple.

"What's going on here?" Nate asked causing us to turn our heads to look at him.

"Oh, Matt didn't tell you guys?" Chris asked, a malicious smirk on his face and I let my smile drop.

"Chris," Matt said in a warning tone but Chris, as per usual, didn't listen.

"They fucked last night," Chris said casually and I threw my hands to my face, my cheeks lighting up red.

"What?" Allie gasped next to me and I didn't dare take my hands away from my face.

"For fucks sake Chris, don't say that! We didn't!" Matt protested and I curled closer to him, the embarrassment making me hide like a child.

"So you didn't sleep there last night?" Chris retorted and Matt sighed, running a comforting thumb up and down my arm.

"Yes, I stayed there bu-"

"And you said that you did stuff," Chris taunted further and I sighed, not wanting to look at the judgment on their faces yet.

"Chris, shut the fuck up," Matt mumbled through gritted teeth and I finally pulled my hands away from my face. Nate's face just looked surprised and Allie looked somewhat happy but Mia had the biggest scowl on her face I'd ever seen.

"Are you fucking serious?" Mia screeched causing Matt to whip his head to look at her, "You had sex with her?"

"I didn't!" Matt said in the same tone and I closed my eyes, heads turning to look at us from all around the cafeteria.

"And I'm supposed to believe that? Look at you!" she replied loudly motioning between us and I looked at Allie who was frowning at Mia.

"Mia, calm down. It's not the end of the world," Nate raised his eyebrows at her and she scoffed, rolling her eyes dramatically.

"I guess whoever wrote that shit on your locker was right. You are a slut," Mia mumbled so quietly I almost didn't catch it but when I did, my blood ran cold with nothing but rage.

"Mia, what the fuck?" Allie said in disbelief of her best friend saying such a crude thing.

I took a moment to think whether or not it was worth it to fight her and get myself expelled. I had been trying so hard to keep up with school and I wasn't going to throw it away for her.

So instead, my mind travelled back to when I saw the locker and looked around the room. I never once saw Mia and I know Matt had gotten rid of it by the time I went back to get my things for English.

"Hey, Mia?" I said, grabbing her attention and she looked at me with annoyed eyes, "How do you know what was written on my locker?"

"I saw it," she squinted her eyes at me and I nodded, leaning forward so Matt's arm slid off of my shoulders, now wrapped around my lower back.

"When did you see it exactly? Because I didn't see you anywhere when I first walked into the school," I raised my eyebrows and she stilled for a moment, "Did you guys see her when I went to the bathroom?"

I looked around the table and everyone shook their heads before I looked back at Mia who grumbled, "I saw it before you guys got there."

"Why were you there before us? You never come to school early," I pointed out and she once again stilled, her pissed demeanour turning nervous as she glanced between everyone.

"I had to do some stuff for cheer," she shrugged, trying to play it off and before I could speak again, Allie interrupted me.

"Practice isn't till after school. No one ever comes to school early for cheer, Mia," Allie deadpanned, calling her own best friend out and Mia shook her head.

"What are you trying to say? That I did it?" she asked, placing a hurt hand on her heart.

"Nope. You made that connection on your own," I told her, not letting my rage shine through at her as the guys just looked between us like a tennis match with slack jaws, "It's a funny coincidence though, isn't it? The one time you were at school early there's shit written on my locker."

"I didn't do anything!" she huffed and I hummed, nodding my head once again as I smiled at her sweetly.

"For the record, Mia, Matt and I didn't sleep together. In fact, the people that I'm rumoured to sleep with I never have. I can't say the same about you," I shoved away from the table, picked my bag up from the floor and walked out of the cafeteria without another word.

"Mia, what the fuck is wrong with you?" I heard Matt's voice yell at her as I walked out of the cafeteria doors and towards the exit of the school. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, sending Matt a quick text to say I wouldn't be at school for the rest of the day before I exited the grounds, beginning my trek home.

+++

After messaging Wes and telling him I was going to deliver for him earlier than originally planned, he agreed it was a good idea and invited me to stay for a bit.

"Why does it look like someone shit in your breakfast?" he asked as soon as he opened the old green apartment door, paint falling off at various places.

"Just had a shit day," I shook my head, stepping inside the small compound before I closed and locked the door behind me, "You wanted two ounces, right?"

"Yeah. You got the coke too?" he asked and I nodded, picking up the two ounces of weed out of my bag and throwing it on his kitchen counter before I pulled out the small bag of coke.

"He only had an 8-ball but I can get you more next week," I told him honestly and he nodded, counting up the cash before handing it to me and I placed it in my bag. I went to turn around and exit the building again but I was stopped.

"Where you goin'?" he asked and I spun around, looking at his long mop of blonde hair, "You look like you had a stressful day, babe. Chill with me for a bit."

"I don't know Wes," I trailed off, not knowing if I wanted to hang around here for too long.

"Come on. I got this new shit from Chase. It will make you see God," he said, holding up a small bag of weed and I chewed my lip, really needed some sort of a relief.

Unfortunately, I caved and said, "Fine. But I'm only staying till six."

"Fine by me," he nodded, taking the packet and throwing himself on the old leather couch. I sat beside him since it was a two-seater, not allowing much space between us but I was used to it at this point.

I'd been delivering to Wes for 2 years now and he never once made me uncomfortable, except for the time he smacked my ass 2 months ago because he was high off his ass and thought it would be funny. Since then, he'd apologised multiple times and I let it go.

"More shit at school?" he asked in regards to my tense demeanour and I nodded, falling back into the couch as he grabbed the rolling paper.

"Just some bitch saying stupid shit," I mumbled angrily and he hummed, quickly rolling a joint like I'd seen him to hundreds of times.

"Rich?" he questioned and I chuckled, nodding immediately and he rolled his eyes, sliding a filter into the joint, "Of course."

"There's this guy though," I told him honestly as he began sealing the joint with the moisture from his tongue as he looked at me with raised eyebrows, "He stayed over last night."

"Look at you! Finally getting some dick," he chuckled to himself and I shoved his shoulder with a roll of my eyes, "They grow up so fast."

"Shut up, dude. We didn't go the full mile," I rolled my eyes and he chuckled once again.

"It's a start. I don't remember the last time you told me about anyone," he pointed out and I shrugged as he picked up one of the many lighters littering the coffee table in front of us.

"Yeah well," I trailed off at he lit the end of the joint, "His friends are nice too. One of them wants to take me dress shopping for prom."

He took a hit of the joint, keeping the smoke in his lungs for a moment before he passed it to me, "I thought you hated that shit."

"I do," I replied as he handed me the joint and I took a hit before continuing, "But she really wants me to go for some reason and one of their friends said he would take me as his date if I do go."

"Why isn't Romeo taking you?" he asked as I took another hit before I handed it back to him and I let out a bitter laugh.

"The girl who's being a bitch is one of his friends and they've been planning on going together way before I came into the picture," I explained and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, taking a moment to inhale before he spoke again.

"I'm so glad I dropped out this shit sounds way too confusing," he mumbled and I took the joint from him again, taking two more hits in a row, "Alright chill out. You're gonna green out if you're not careful this shit is strong."

"I'm fine," I shrugged, handing him the joint again as I sunk back into the couch further, the effects of the drug already hitting me, "I needed something to take the edge off anyway."

"You already finished that bag I gave you?" he asked and I nodded, rolling my head to the side to look at him as he joined me in sinking back into the couch.

"Dad took half of it so yeah," I replied and he rolled his eyes, jumping off the couch and walking to the kitchen. He returned moments later with another small bag in hand and threw it into my lap, "Wes, I don't need it."

"Take the fucking bag, Layla," he smiled down at me and I pursed my lips before nodding, sliding the small plastic-wrapped weed into my bag.

"Thanks," I gave him a thankful smile as he took another hit, sitting back down on the couch beside me, handing me the joint once again. We continued handing the joint back and forth in silence until it was down to the filter before he threw it in the ashtray on the table.

"Ya know," he started, making me turn my head towards him lazily, "You're always one of my favourite people to smoke with. We should do it more."

"Because I'm just so charming," I smile at him dopily making him chuckle, the drug taking its full effects slowly on both of us.

"You're just chill," he shrugged, sliding further into the couch and I chuckled, laying my head back on the top of the couch as my eyes began blurring in and out of focus, the ceiling seeming so far away.

"You think I should go to prom out of spite?" I asked, my words mumbled from my dry mouth the drug had created and he hummed.

"Show up hot as fuck, make her mad and make him regret his decision of not taking you instead," he laughed to himself and I smiled, nodding my head in agreement even though I wasn't sure he could see me.

"Sounds like a plan," I answered and he hummed in response, my body going limp from the strong weed, "What is this shit?"

"Blue Dream," he responded and I lifted my head to look at him, "Isn't it sick?"

"Dude," I squinted my eyes at them as they now felt heavy, "You know this shit is supposed to make you mad horny, right?"

"Oh fuck," he began laughing to himself and I couldn't help but smile at his idiocy, shaking my head in disbelief, "I had no idea. Chase just said it's hella strong."

"On that note," I leaned forward and stood up lazily, "I'm gonna go."

"No come on," he whined and I looked down at him, my eyelids heavy and my breathing laboured.

"I'm not about to stay here and watch you get a fucking boner," I laughed as I picked up my bag, "I like you dude but not that much."

"Next time we'll smoke something else I swear," he leaned forward, holding out his hand for a fist bump which I quickly reciprocated, "You gonna be good to walk home?"

"Yeah, no worries. I'll see you next time," I waved as I unlocked the door, swinging it open before closing it behind me. I waddled down the steps of the apartment, making my way onto the road where the sun was starting to go down.

As I walked down the pavement, my legs wobbled and my vision became less focused. I was used to walking around high but I'd never had Blue Dream and I could tell its effects of horniness were hitting me. I could barely focus, the wind around me swaying me as I walked. I almost tripped onto the road and I sighed, deciding to sit down on the curb for a moment.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, realising it was already 5:30 and Matt would be done with his training by now. Through my foggy thoughts and wanting to be with someone right now, I clicked on his contact and waited as it rang in my ear.

"Hey, Layls," he answered after two rings and my fave immediately lit up, the sound of his voice bringing joy to the chemicals in my brain.

"Hey baby," I mumbled, the words falling off my tongue like honey, "Whatcha doin'?"

"I just got out of the shower. Are you okay, pretty girl?" he asked, sounding confused by my tone and I nodded regardless of if he could see me.

"I'm great! I just miss you," I whined, throwing my head down onto my knees that were pulled to my chest. A car drove past me quickly and I lifted my head, the sound startling me.

"Where are you?" he asked, his voice laced with concern but all I could focus on was the rasp of his voice, heat travelling directly between my thighs.

"On the corner of Valine and West Street," I mumbled, throwing my head back down onto my knees and I heard shuffling on his end of the phone.

"What are you doing there?" he asked, his voice still laced with worry and I sighed dreamily.

"I just had to drop some stuff off to a friend but my legs are tired. I don't wanna walk home," I whined loudly and I heard him hum, doors closing before a click.

"I'm coming to get you, pretty girl. Can you stay on the phone?" he asked and I hummed in response, my stomach igniting at the thought of seeing him right now.

"I'll do anything for you," I responded, my voice filled with seduction and lust before I giggled at myself.

"What did you take?" he questioned and I rolled my head to the side, the cold breeze feeling nice on my skin.

"Just smoked a little bit," I answered honestly and he sighed before mumbling something I didn't catch, "Can you keep talking to me?"

"I'm almost there. I'm like three minutes away, okay?" he responded and I sensed a slight annoyance in his tone but I brushed it off as I hummed, squeezing my thighs together, "Are you alone?"

"Yeah," I sighed, lifting my head and looking around at the lifeless street around me.

"Okay, I'll be there in a sec. Just don't move," he answered hurriedly and I sighed dreamily once again.

"I like your voice," I mumbled, closing my eyes as I listened to the sound of the engine revving as he drove and I heard him chuckle, my heart filling with joy at the sound.

"Thanks, pretty girl," he answered and I could hear the smile in his voice making my smile widen.

"I just like you in general. You're really nice to me," I mumbled, a dopey smile on my lips as I let my eyes flutter open and I once again heard him chuckle.

"I like you too," he answered softly and my smile widened, "I'm a minute away."

"Thank god," I let out a breath of relief, making sure my bag was on my shoulder as I began standing up, losing my balance briefly, "Whoops."

"You okay?" he asked and I hummed, regaining my composure, sliding my bag further up my shoulder as I pressed the phone to my ear. I looked up to see headlights coming towards me before Matt said, "Hey, pretty girl."

I smiled at him, despite being blinded by the headlights before I waltzed over to the car, hanging up the phone as I pulled the passenger door open, "Heyyy."

"Oh my god," he shook his head with a smile as I jumped in the car, slamming the door behind me before I clicked my seatbelt in.

"You look good," I smiled at him as I leaned over, pressing a kiss to his cheek. My eyes scanned his body, noticing that he was wearing a white hoodie, blue plaid pyjama pants and not shoes, "You didn't even put shoes on."

"Shoes weren't exactly my concern when I left the house," he raised his eyebrows at me and I pursed my lips, holding back a giggle.

"Sorry," I bit my bottom lip and he shook his head, a soft smile on his lips, "Can I be honest?"

"Of course," he nodded and I smiled up at him dopily again.

"I'm really high," I giggled, tucking my messy hair behind my ear.

"Really? I didn't notice," he answered sarcastically and I hummed, leaning over the console as I placed my hand on his jaw, pulling his face towards mine. I pressed my lips against his, the feeling of his body so close to mine making heat travel directly between my thighs.

"I missed you," I mumbled against his lips and he took that as an opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth dancing with my own. I got lost in the feeling of his mouth against mine, my heightened sense making it feel like I was in heaven.

"Okay," he pulled away from me before placing another quick peck on my lips, "I'm not about to get into this while you're high."

"No," I whined, pulling his face to mine once again and he snickered against my lips making me smile once again before he pulled away again.

"Baby," he whispered, placing his hand on my cheek to lift my head to look at him, the pet name making my heart swell, "I'm not doing anything unless you're sober."

"But I'm so horny," I whined, leaning my head on his shoulder and I felt his chest shake with a laugh.

"I'm aware," he said through a laugh before I lifted my head to look at him with a pout, "But that's because you're high."

"Why do you have to be such a morally right man?" I rolled my eyes, a smile still on my lips and he brushed my hair behind my ear as I melted into his touch.

"You want me to drop you home?" he asked and I shook my head, my face turning sour at the thought of having to face my father.

"Can I stay at yours? I don't wanna deal with my dad," I frowned and his face softened, "I don't wanna go home."

"You can come to mine, it's okay," he began stroking my cheek with his thumb and I let my head slump against his hand, the touch making me feel calm again, "You can lay your head on my shoulder, pretty girl. I gotta drive."

I nodded lazily, moving my hand off of his hand and placing it on his right shoulder. He took the car out of park and drove down the road. I hummed to the song playing on the radio and he used his right hand to reach over the console, placing it on my thigh and running his thumb up and down.

"Don't do that," I mumbled, moving his hand further down so it was closer to my knee, "You're just gonna make me wanna fuck you even more."

"Sorry," he said through a chuckle as I closed my eyes, adjusting my head on his shoulder, "You have no filter when you're high."

"Why do you think I made you put my hand up my hoodie the first time I was high around you?" I mumbled, smiling to myself and he hummed, "Wes didn't tell me the strain until after we had it and he didn't know it made you horny."

"Wes?" he asked and I forgot he didn't know who Wes was.

"Mhm. Been friends with him for two years," I explained and he hummed, sounding slightly annoyed, "I left after he told me though. He had no idea."

"I'm sure he didn't," he grumbled and I smiled, looking up to see a frown now covering his face as he drove with his left hand.

"Don't be jealous. He's like a brother to me," I leaned up, kissing his jaw lightly making him sigh.

"Mhm," he hummed and I trailed kisses down his neck, sucking the flesh under his ear making him let out a heavy breath, "Layls."

"Yeah?" I mumbled against his skin, getting lost in the way his body reacted to me.

"I'm driving," he mumbled, his grip on my thigh tightening slightly making me smile against him.

"Then focus on the road," I smirked into him and he let out another breath, tilting his head to the left to give me more access. I continued to suck and kiss all over his neck as his breathing got heavier.

Suddenly, the car turned a corner before coming to a halt and I looked up to see we were already at his house. I pursed my lips, hiding my smile as I looked at the purple dot I had created on his skin.

"Let's go," he said, pulling his hand off of my thigh as he turned the car off before jumping out of the car and I followed his actions as he walked inside quietly.

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gooppoo · 1 year

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jake's mate degrading and slapping him?? 😳🤷🏻‍♀️ masochist jake??? LMAO SORRY

now you're speaking my language 😎 also putting this in hc form cuz that's how my brain wants it

flipping the script.

Requests Closed!

mdni.

warnings: ur on the ride of your life miss girl, slapping, swearing, degrading, p in v intercourse, creampie

Jake had mentioned before he'd like to experiment

Initially you thought maybe letting things get more rough for you

Bondage? Hair pulling?

Oh, you were naive.

"I was thinking, actually..." he picked at his food, "you would top."

This left you puzzled, "Jake, I have been on top before."

"No," he cleared his throat, "like...you take control. Slap me a little bit or something, I don't know." Clearly this was difficult for him to express.

You let the idea marinate in your mind; it didn't immediately turn you off, but you weren't sure if you would like it until you tried it

"Alright." You grinned reassuringly, and Jake's tail swung excitedly.

Let's get up to speed:

Just like Jake had requested, you took the reigns and remained off the ground for the most part

To be transparent...you both noticed the mild power trip you were riding through this entire endeavor

For starters, you dipped your toes in by cumming twice on Jake's charming features - making a point to not hold back your stern instructions

"Faster," he picked up the pace of his tongue, but not enough, "I said faster slut!"

There was orgasm one

Orgasm two looked more like this:

"Shut up and stick your tongue out," you said before dragging your sloppy cunt across his mouth and nose

Now you were ready for the main event, teasing Jake before settling your hips down on him entirely

You rolled your hips along his length, letting it part your folds and nudge your sensitive clit

"Baby - c'mon put it in please-"

Hesitantly, you let the back of your palm crack over his jaw

There was a tense moment of silence and stillness

Then Jake's eyes exploded with carnal lust, which meant yours did too

"Oh...that was pathetic." You scoffed, and took him in you with swiftness

"Shit-!" Jake choked out, you were prompt to bite at him, "Keep quiet, you're making me sick."

At this Jake bit his lip and let his head lull onto the ground

Truthfully, a twinge of fright kept him complying to your orders, the rest was a disturbing curiosity

What exactly were you capable of?

A lengthy, wavering sigh sounded from him as you slid up and down his inches

"You should see your face. I didn't know you could be such a man whore."

Your hurtful words made Jake mewl and sink his blunt nails further into your hips

"I bet you want to fuck up into me so bad, yeah? Try it."

He took your teasing as a massive green light, pouring his heart and soul into the few rough thrusts he could squeeze in before you were leaving his face stinging again

He moaned - and here your true reign of power began

"Did you really think you'd get away with that? Am I making you that fucking dumb?" He groaned, eyes flickering from your waist to your cruel stare, "Gonna answer me? Or just stare with your mouth wide open like a bitch?"

"S-sorry, fuck-" he managed, letting his gaze fall back into his skull

You didn't accept this, "'Sorry? ' Maybe I am fucking you dumb."

With a stifled whine, Jake found more of his voice, "Y-yes you are-! So good, so good to me. Shoulda listened to you baby."

"Much better."

Admits all your humiliating insults and assaults, you couldn't deny the satisfying way Jake stuffed you

Or the way your clit faintly caressed his naval as you reached your hilt and his tip dusted your cervix

Soon enough your energy transferred to using him as a means to reach your orgasm, and nothing more

Everytime Jake would spew praises your way, you'd either cover his mouth or shut your eyes and ignore him completely to focus on tending to your g-spot

"M-I'm close..." you purred

Your thighs were growing weary and even trembling with fatigue

"I'm tired, finish me off," you ordered, allowing your hips to slow

"But-"

"Do what I say."

Jake nodded feverishly and repositioned himself to ram into you from below

His last few forceful strokes let you catch your breath and lose it in the same moment

It was like his cock was shoved the whole way into your throat with the new depths he achieved

Much to your surprise, his fingers tended to your clit

Though your body language was grateful for this, even gently holding his wrist, you still delivered the degradation he had requested: "You're such a cum slut - just wanna feel me cream all over you-"

Jake dryly chuckled, "Of course I do."

A few more powerful thrusts did the trick

To heighten your orgasm Jake continued to toy with your clit so he could feel you pulse around him

Swearing and gasping through the release of your climax and then feeling Jake finish by coating your walls white

Both of you seemed to call it quits at about the same time, flopping onto his torso and his legs falling to the ground

After while, Jake embraced you and kissed the crown of your head

"How'd I do?" You murmured, snuggling against him

Jake smiled, "I'm sure you can feel it."

#avatar #avatar x reader #avatar smut #jake sully #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #jake sully x y/n #jake sully x you

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meiieiri · 7 months

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Something about JJK 236 is bothering me

That fight...was awesome, but it could have gone better.

Other than the fact that I'm currently in mourning over our king's garish demise (don't get me wrong, I do want him to be happy in the afterlife and I'm slowly coming to terms with his death, it's just I can't really process all this yet), I'm still a bit confused how we got here so quickly.

I have countless questions and I know Gege will probably brush this off in the coming chapters and pull yet another meeska-mooska-Mickey Mouse Clubhouse move.

But there is one that lingers in my mind up to this day:

Remember during the Fearsome Womb Arc when Yuji and Sukuna deliberated with each other on the possible resurrection or re-animation of Itadori's body via a deathmatch?

Yeah. We all know Sukuna, the king of all curses, is a master at one-shotting his opponent. Just take a look at what he did to our best rose-colored boy who went from this:

To this, in a split second (lmao):

Yeah, yeah, I've read all the “copium” theories from other Gojo fans such as myself who are kinda on the fence when it comes to accepting Gojo's death as being final or not, but, let me bring this back real quick to the matter at hand.

Sukuna went for the head with Itadori. Of course, maybe he did that to shut him up sure, but what I'm getting at is, the head is the singlemost critical point to hit when it comes to sorcery dogfights.

He knows this.

And he probably knows that Gojo Satoru, the darling of the heavens, the uncontested gem of Jujutsu Society, is a reverse cursed technique user. Pretty obvious thing to catch since Satoru had been using RCT the entire showdown to heal his countless critical wounds.

So, Sukuna, in all his centuries of wreaking havoc on the world, should know that the only way to permanently kill a sorcerer who uses RCT is by targeting the head. There were so many instances in this entire deathmatch that we are completely blown away by Sukuna's prowess and overall mastery of Jujutsu.

Can you imagine the amount of practice he's had over the years with other "greatest sorcerer of their generation"s? He knows the ins and outs of Jujutsu like scripture, which is exactly what kept Gojo Satoru on his backfoot for some parts of their skirmish.

Now, here's the thing that's bothering me:

I liken Sukuna as something like a super computer. All that battle experience is readily available to him like some Jujutsu techniques data bank, not to mention, Mahoraga's adaptation clearly gave him yet another advantage in this fight for the title of the strongest.

He knows Satoru Gojo has been frying his brain using Reverse Cursed Technique this entire time, and he's probably seen his former opponents do the same as well. He knows that the only way to kill them is by dealing a devastating blow to the head via decapitation or complete obliteration of the body.

So, my question now is:

Why did he bother cutting Gojo in this particular manner? Why didn't he go straight for the head, since Mahoraga's adaptation blueprint can now allow Sukuna to cut through reality/space itself and therefore bypass Gojo’s infinity non-selectively?

Arrogance now that he's secured his definitive victory? Or the so-called warrior's high? Why leave room for obvious speculation when it could so easily be crushed into smithereens if he just went for the kill?

It's all very confusing. I'll point back to the time when Sukuna swiftly decapitated Itadori.

And I'm willing to bet that that move was deliberate since at the time, Itadori had already been in Jujutsu High for quite some time and Sukuna must have realized that under the tutelage of Gojo and other sorcerers, he must be learning a thing or two about RCT here and there which may have led him to end the fight quickly hence, the resurrection of Yuji Itadori.

Now before, ya'll attack me, I know what manga panel you're gonna throw at me to deconstruct this entire analysis and dismiss it as "copium". So, I'll put this here:

I know it may look like Gojo's entire head has been blown off at this point seeing the pool of blood he's currently lying on. But why is Gege or the editor making the effort to cover Gojo’s head with the text bubble when, logically speaking (and coldly at that), Gojo should be deader than dead? Which he…in theory based on the afterlife sequence, SHOULD be.

And with that whole North/South thing to cap it all off? Though, I wouldn't dwell on that. The wording in that bit was very vague and I’m not really into the habit of over-reading so hehe~

Anyway.

Could it be there's something else in store for Gojo Satoru? Is something else at play here?

Or is this simply a writer's failsafe, just in case Gege wishes to bring back Gojo Satoru so that he'll have a rational explanation as to how that came to be? No one knows. But I think this wasn't some on-the-fly decision by Gege or the editors.

Gege Akutami - though as a writer myself, I find his current choices for the story to be a little questionable with the many gray areas where plotholes could eventually arise - has been deliberate about this story since the beginning, having already mapped out the fate of Fushiguro Megumi.

This panel, the entire chapter, the circumstances we're now currently witnessing is deliberate. And maybe...we haven't seen the last of Satoru yet.

I'll leave this here for everyone to think about. This is all speculation, after all, so don't be mean about it, Jesus. In the meantime, I'll just admire my husband, Suguru, for now and will probably go back to writing my fics~ 💕

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk 236 #jjk theory #gojo satoru #geto suguru #ryomen sukuna #gojo satoru theory #gojo #gojo satoru x reader #i do hope he’s still alive though #please please let this be the case #jjk #gojo is alive agenda

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luvrboydave · 8 months

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ur turning into one of my fav blogs omg omg… we need more dave content on here. rn i’m thinking abt slow and sensual sex w 1990s dave after the two of you have been crushing on each other for a while… maybe you grew up together n you’ve always had his back. kinda like the “it’s always been you” trope you feel me?

omg no way, your blog is literally the reason i made mine LMAO and i totally agree…there’s just not enough dave content on here!! no but listen…there’s something so sweet about 90s dave…he’s just got this happy, comforting aura to him, y’know what i mean? i love him sm

doing this in bullet point format because my brain is very messy and can’t structure a story rn...so this is just word vomit about the prompt

- dave has been infatuated with you since the two of you met in high school. you always supported him, no matter what he was going through. when he was kicked out of metallica, you were his shoulder to cry on, and when he formed megadeth, you were there to congratulate him

- bro fell for you SO HARD!!! he constantly buys you little gifts and tries to play it off as a friendly gesture…sayin things along the lines of “i saw this at the store earlier and i thought you’d like it” as he hands it to you. unfortunately, he’s oblivious to the fact that you also fell for him.

- one night in ‘92, dave drives you out to your guys’ fav hangout spot, and it’s definitely *not* a date. you both sit in his car, silently listening to some random led zeppelin song playing on the radio. out of the corner of your eye, you watch as dave takes a deep breath and turns towards you. “can i tell you something?” he asks, nervously running his fingers through his hair. You smile at him, “of course, what’s up?” “i’m in love with you,” he breathes out. your eyes go wide; you’re completely shocked by his confession. a short laugh escapes your lips, and you grab his hand, “well, i’m glad im not the only one that’s utterly in love with their best friend…”

- soon enough, dave has your back pressed into the cool leather of his backseat. he’s kissing you slowly and softly, ensuring you know how much he loves you. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him as close to you as possible. your shirt rides up slightly as you push your hips upwards, and dave’s hands are immediately on the newly exposed skin, hands coming to rub your waist. dave kisses down your neck, pausing to whisper, “love you so much…it’s always been you, sweetheart.”

- once he’s got you fully undressed, dave makes his way down to your cunt. he presses his cheek up against your thigh and looks up at you, “wanna eat you out so bad, baby…” you weave your fingers into his hair and push his face towards your pussy, and he gladly complies.

- you moan as he slides his tongue over your drenched slit, tightening your grip on his hair when he takes your clit into his mouth. dave uses his thumbs to spread your fold apart, licking a flat stripe over your cunt before he turns his attention to your clit again.

- he sinks his middle and ring fingers into your cunt, fucking you with them nice n slow as his mouth is still attached to your clit. His other hand is wrapped around your thigh, keeping one leg in place over his shoulder. “dave- gonna cum,” you gasp breathlessly, rolling your hips up into his mouth. dave coaxes the orgasm out of you slowly, fingers curling up into you and hitting just the right spot. your eyes flutter shut as you cum, hands scrambling for purchase on anything you can find. after dave cleans up your messy cunt, he kisses back up your body, planting a sweet kiss on your lips again.

- you watch as dave unbuttons his jeans, pulling them down just enough for him to slip his cock out. he wraps a hand around the back of your knee, pushing one of your legs up to your chest. his other hand guides his tip to your entrance, teasing it against your cunt before slowly pushing in. once he bottoms out, he begins to fuck into you slowly. his pace is steady, but his thrusts are deep; the head of his cock brushes against your cervix with every thrust. dave leans down to whisper in your ear, pressing his weight into you. “so fuckin’ perfect, sweetheart. wanted you for so long, y’know…thought about this every day.” he grunts, pace faltering ever so slightly.

- dave brings snakes down to your cunt, thumb beginning to rub at your clit, adding to your already overwhelming pleasure. you can feel your orgasm swelling up again, one hand moving up to grip dave’s shoulder and the other pressing onto the foggy window. your pussy flutters around him, and you cry out, signalling to him that you’re cumming. he continues to fuck into you, helping you ride out your intense orgasm again. pulling out of you with a loud groan, dave wraps his hand around his cock and jerks himself off until he cums onto your cunt.

- dave smiles down at you, leaning in to steal another kiss from your lips before looking for something to clean you up with. after he wipes you down, you sit up and watch him tuck himself back into his jeans. He looks over to you, a bright smile on his face, “i meant all that shit i said, y’know…” you nod and return his smile, laughing slightly, “this was kind of a weird way to ask me to be your girlfriend, but the answer is yes.”

#dave mustaine smut #megadeth smut #metallica smut #dave mustaine x reader #asks and replies

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harcove · 2 years

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Billy x ! Fem reader

(basically just fluff)

Reader falling asleep during the car ride home and Billy carrying them into the house

Reader and Billy sleep in the same bed/room and Reader is afraid of the dark so they insist on keeping a night light on all night which annoys Billy who prefers complete darkness to sleep so Billy's head rested on the reader's chest <33

a/n: I decided to do that second one cause bruh that's cute asf and I used a nightlight for a while- I used to have to sleep with my tv on, but now it has to be pitch black lmao. I think I will also write that other one cause I did something similar with Billy and my oc (ya... i have an oc but lmao) and love it too! enjoy cutie!

Pairing: Billy x Reader

Length: 1.3k

Warnings: Mention of trauma, maybe slight PTSD on readers end?, Kind of Billy too, a fluffy Billy

Personal Pillow - B.H.

"Seriously?"

Billy propped his head up on his arm. He looked at you with flat eyes, hardly amused by what you'd just said to him.

It was a bit funny to see him laying in your bed beside you; soft and fluffy light coloured blanket covering the two of you- one of your stuffed animals (a teddy bear with a pink ribbon around) under one of his arms; it looked so odd to see someone like Billy Hargrove lying there, looking like this. But it felt right to have him there with you.

"Yes," you say, turning to slip out of your bed in order to turn off the rooms light only to be stopped by warm hands grabbing you by the middle of your stomach, pulling you roughly into his front.

"What are you, like, five?"

He speaks into your ear like he's trying to seduce you, but his words are mocking, making fun. It makes you pout, only further making you look like a little girl, only making him squeeze you closer with a smirk on his beautiful face.

"See, you even look like you're five right now," Billy pinches your cheek closest to him, "my little baby."

You like how he calls you baby. But you don't like why he's doing it.

Maybe you didn't like the dark, it was hard for you to sleep at night when it was pitch black. And at your age, it maybe seemed a bit much. Like something you should have grown out of long ago.

But with the oddities that had been happening in Hawkins over the past year, the darkness had become something that scared you; things that shouldn't exist or rumours of the happenings around town are what hid in the corners of your room, darkness that couldn't be tamed.

The thing that had attacked Billy was something that haunted your mind the most. You wondered how come it had to affect you so badly.

And yet Billy could sleep perfectly fine in the dark. In fact, he preferred to sleep with it dark, pitch black. Most people older than the age of ten did.

So all it did was make you feel embarrassed as you forcefully pulled yourself away from his tight grasp; perhaps he realized you were a bit upset and that's why he let you go, or the more likely reason was that he hadn't actually expected you to pull away from him.

"Come on doll," he sighed, watching you walk to the light in your room and hesitating. Your nightlight was on already, so you had nothing to fear, logically you knew that even in the dark. But the illogical parts of your brain demanded to be heard.

You didn't give him a response as you shut the light off and quickly walked back to your bed, the nightlight illuminating your path as you jumped back into the bed.

Back turned to him, you refuse to acknowledge him. But you feel embarrassed, and slightly bad.

This was supposed to be enjoyable. You were lucky enough that your parents liked Billy, that your parents trusted you in your room, and trusted you to have sleepovers with him. They were privy to the knowledge that at the very least his father and him had a bad relationship, and were fine with him being here.

And granted, it had been enjoyable till this point.

He had come over and spent most of the time in your room with you, talking and messing around (mainly on his part; he just loved to get under your sin sometimes- always says that you have the cutest angry face,) at one point you even sat in the living room and watched a movie while your parents went to their room to give you two the space. Dinner had been fun as Billy got along really well with your father, who loved Billy's Camaro.

It had been good. Fun. You loved him, you loved him being here.

But now you felt bad, embarrassed.

You reached your hand over to flip the tiny nightlight beside your bed off. You'd swallow your fear because Billy was the guest and you wanted him to be comfortable (and you were embarrassed enough as it was; you felt like a little child). You could hack it for the night you supposed.

But the moment your fingers touched the switch, they were pulled away as Billy's hands grabbed your arm and dragged it back down, in the process dragging you away from the edge of the bed that you'd situated yourself on, pulling your frame into himself. He wouldn't let you move an inch.

"Leave it."

Your eyebrows furrowed and you tried to twist your body in order to look at him, but his arms were like vices and he only squeezed tighter, making it impossible to turn much less wiggle too much.

It takes you a few moments to realize he's referring to the nightlight you had on. He's telling you to just leave it on. And you can't figure out why. You were so sure he would insist it be turned off, thus why you didn't argue back much, but instead he was stopping you.

For Billy, it's a matter of understanding- and not having you be cross with him all night, inching yourself away from him when all he wants is to be pressed against you. He would rather it be pitch black, but he would have to be blind to not realize that the darkness in Hawkins had become one of the things you feared most. The metaphorical darkness that was a world, an upside down one, one that was bleeding into the right one. The upright one.

For Billy, darkness was familiar. He had been shrouded in the dark in most aspects of life and he had found it easy to navigate; you were (as silly as it sounded; trust him, he knows-) a brightness in that darkness. He didn't need to feel scared of the darkness at any point if you were there.

And darkness hid the things he didn't want (nor need- in his opinion) to see.

"Are you... Sure?"

"If I wasn't fuckin' sure I wouldn't have said it, would I?"

It was a rhetorical question.

Billy finally let you turn your body towards him, loosening his arms on you just a bit in order to allow you to turn your body. His intention- aside from enjoying the ability to feel the front of your body pressed against his own and see your face up close- was to bury his face into your chest, and it actually wasn't a sexual thing in that moment.

He shimmies his body down a bit; it's a funny feeling and a funny sight. The word 'shimmy' doesn't sound like a word you would use in relation to Billy Hargrove, but it's what he's doing. It tickles a bit as his body rubs against your own. If you weren't tired, you might've felt different about it. But at this point, you only smiled softly.

When he positions himself properly to press his head against your chest, he lets out a moan; god he loves the feeling of your chest, your body, skin, everything. The heat you radiate against him makes him melt (and Billy Hargrove never melts.) He's lucky he enjoys heat, because the way he's pressed against you under the blanket is radiating heat, your body temperatures mixing.

He knows in a few hours you are going to be trying to push him away. But he's not letting it happen.

With his face pressed into your chest, it's dark, almost like there isn't a nightlight on. He's fine with that. He's perfectly fine with that.

"Might have to take this pillow home with me."

He is referring to you, and it makes you squeeze his shoulders.

You let him stay there, because you know he's using your chest to block out the light in your room. And you feel the way he's loosened his muscles pressed against you, comfortable. Safe even. And that's all you want for him. You don't need to be so scared with him there pressed into you.

Maybe the nightlight isn't so bad, Billy thinks, if it means he can use your chest as a pillow and a blockade for the light.

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove imagine #mine #amy writes #my writing #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #antis dni #billy hargrove fluff #billy lives au

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haecien · 6 months

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&teams reaction to you flirting with them

- Reaction, drabble, fluff, humor/crack

A/n: so I was talking to zanna and sending &team memes and I sent this post and my brain begins braining and I decided to write this LMAO, also I changed haruas place caus I thought it fitted him better, maki's and taki's r bothering me

Flirts back like a normal person " Kei & Fuma "

This is probably the only normal reaction, I feel like maybe they would be caught off guard for a bit but then they'd flirt back. Maybe it might turn into a competition by the end LMAO

Flirts back in the most ridiculous way possible " Yuma, Ej "

God they're so ... Chessy pick up lines thrown left and right, they definitely did that rizz thing when they say " look over there ! " then pull your chin so that your looking at them. ITS SO.... IAHEJEHD , deff in there mind they're playing " treat me like white tee. " they thing they're sly as hell but in reality they look like an absolute dork, you found it cute tho and had a good laugh out of it.

Just stands there " Jo "

Jo is such a flustered boy, he doesn't even know what to say. His ears are turning red by the second, he tries to cover it but at that point his entire face is red, good job you broke him😭 you tease him about this even in the future, you'll literally mention everytime when the topic of "flirting" pops up.

Shuts it down " Nicholas "

LMAO nico is a flirt sometimes but hed shut you down just to get a reaction out of you, " Oh! Nico by the way, did you know I just thought of something. " " What is it? " " You know why I'd rate you a 9/10, its cause if you replace the n in nine with m you'd be mine"

" You're gross. " (he secretly enjoys it and is giggling in his mind )

Completely oblivious. " Harua "

If you haven't seen the clip of the director calling harua cute but the thought just completely went over his head, you should watch it. But Harua is going to be oblivious to it, maybe it would take him a few minutes for him to process it but he'll get it eventually. Maybe he won't who knows, but if he does get it eventually he'll get flustered as hell. (Guys I love him )

Becomes a total mess, like whatever ur imagining but way worst- " Maki, Taki "

I legit didn't know what to type here, so. Maybe I feel like they might take this the wrong way and think of something else but there mind goes completely blank... eventually they get so flustered and goes " OH? " cue maki speaking from English to Japanese. "Its so crazy bro!- *switches to japanese*" (I love it when he does that multilingual king )

#&team x reader #&team harua #&team yuma #&team imagines #&team nicholas #&team maki #&team k #&team fuma #&team jo #&team euijoo #&team taki #&team

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doubledyke · 6 months

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One thing I dislike in season 5 is how the characters are often dumbed down just to fit, for the plot sake. The kids, in particular, seem to reach a point where Eddy can literally come up with any lie or scam (the forever-summer scam, the mole mutants, the booster shot day, the egghead Ed, a new kid Carl) and the kids will immediately buy completely without a question (even Kevin of all people). In earlier seasons, as gullible as the kids could be, they still kept a skepticism degree and were quicker to recognize something as a poorly manufactured scam (at least some of them).

So, of course, all the characters sound so out-of-character in season 5 (except maybe the Kankers)...

yeah i agree to some extent. i'm always hesitant to criticize s5 cuz like, who tf am i? i don't know much about the behind the scenes, etc., etc.. but i agree that it is very different in a lot of ways that stand out. if you view the differences in characterization as intentional, it's kind of interesting.

eddy is absolutely off the rails and is at his most volatile in s5. even his laugh is more villainous lmao. i liked kevin lordi's comment that he seems depressed as hell later on in the series. makes sense to me, i mean we see how he struggles in school, and how he gets treated there. you can't just leave when things get bad, either. i gotta say, i feel like they ramped up the eddy torture p*rn in s5. i might be biased though.

edd is also utterly unhinged. viewing the gradual changes in him as intentional (aka me over analyzing), i see that he's reached PEAK neuroticism. the guy is about to snap and eventually does in bps. frankly, i find him unbearable but it's all character growth in my mind. school is a source of stress for him as well, but for different reasons. also, he and eddy are a lot nastier to each other in this season.

with ed, i'm not really sure what angle to come at it from. if i stick by what i said before, then his over the top oafishness is likely a result of hardcore dissociating. maybe he ALSO really hates school and so his brain just shuts down. literally. you could also theorize that he took one too many bumps on the head (just kidding).

realistically though i think he's the easiest source of comedic relief for what is, after all, a kids' show. perhaps it became a bit of a crutch while they created some really great character driven episodes.

like fistful of ed, too smart for his own ed, cleanliness is next to edness, and, pick an ed. lots of edd focused episodes in s5.

to your specific point, i guess i see what you mean. but i've always wondered why the kids would fall for anything eddy does after like s2 lmao. s5 isn't the first time we learn that the cul-de-sac kids aren't very bright. they do all have moments of skepticism, and yes, especially kevin. in see no ed, he's shown to be borderline paranoid about the eds which is goddamn hilarious to me. but most of the time they'll all be skeptical at first, yet still end up taking the bait and acting shocked.

(by the way: kevin deserved sooooo much worse than what happened in this won't hurt an ed - which was ultimately nothing. eddy ended up being the one getting hurt at the end of the episode.

kevin is ruthless and flat out cruel to eddy. he's the definition of a bully. he's shown to be pretty normal toward everyone else in the neighborhood, including ed and edd when they interact one on one. with eddy, he has this abnormal and unhealthy hatred for the kid. it's really funny.)

in pick an ed, edd says its obvious that 'carl' is just eddy in disguise. eddy looks worried until ed falls for it. to me that implies that eddy thinks the kids are dumb as a bag of hammers. and he was right!

my thing with eddy is, don't hate the player, hate the game. it's hard for me to feel bad for someone who gets "scammed" or pranked over and over. if kevin wanted to, he could be the hero of the cul-de-sac and put an end to the scams by simply sharing his over-abundance of jawbreakers with the eds. but he's a dick, so he doesn't. the kids are also to blame not just for being such easy marks, but for never leaving jawbreakers for the eds when kevin shares with them. eddy's biggest mistake was waiting around long enough after getting paid for them to catch on.

summary: i used to also view s5 as a "dip in quality" until i saw a post where someone argued that the changes could and should be viewed as character growth/development over flanderization. both things can be true! and there are plenty of REALLY good, fun episodes and moments in the season.

#this derailed but i did eventually address your point #also eddy is so tiny in s5 which is very amusing to me #you really could trip over him like ed said #and just to be clear i actually like kevin i think he's hilarious #text

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Over the course of the next few days Boss and I kept up our game and I guess he had enough because he started talking about it more to the point. I think we should do something about this thing going on between us. I think so too, what do you have in mind? I know what I want and I’m pretty sure I know what you want, so why don’t we just make it happen. That sounds like an excellent idea, what do you have in mind? You can come to my place or I can come to yours and we can get what we both seem to want. Why don’t you come to my place? Sounds good, when? Tonight? Fantastic!!

So we made the plan for him to come to my place, we chatted a little about “expectation” that basically we both knew what we were getting together for, no pretence.

I raced home, hopped in the shower and got ready for him. I had to decided that I was going to be ready for him when he got there. I was so excited!!! I left my door open so when he pulled up and came to the door I just yelled for him to come on in. He walked in and up the stairs to the living room where I was sort of sitting on the couch naked and legs spread wide. Made his way toward me getting half undressed while walking and without pausing at all when he got to me, he dropped down and buried his face between my legs. 😛

He was down there for what seemed like forever, not like I was going to stop him. He was licking and fingering my pussy and my ass. I guess he had enough of that, knelt in front of me, kicked his pants off, tugged me toward him a bit more so I was laying on the couch but had my ass off the edge, rubbed his cock along my slit and plunged deep inside me. 🤩🫠

This guy must have fucked me for quite a while like that and let me tell you, the spot he was hitting made my brain completely shut off, i was so out of it and going with it that I don’t even know. He slowed down, pulled out, flipped me over on the couch still kneeling behind me now and with a couple of adjustments for height, slid his cock in me again. Now he was getting a bit more aggressive, had ahold of my hips and as he thrusted in he pulled me back, every thrust sound like he was smacking my ass. He was burying himself deep in me every time. After who knows how long like that his pace got faster and faster, impaled me on one of the hardest cocks I have ever felt and held me there while he was cumming, I could feel his cock pile and swell with every shot of cum…….really kinda wish he hadn’t put on that condom. After he was done, he sat on the floor with his back against the couch, I stayed exactly where I was, there was no way my legs were going to let me walk…..baby giraffe legs lmao. We chatted for a minute or two and I turned myself over and laid down the length of the couch. He stayed sitting there and as we talked he was touching my body. He started playing with my pussy again and I told him that if he kept that up he would be leaving me in a bad way. Told me to give him a couple more minutes and he would take care of that. Yup, a few minutes later he was ready to go, climbed on top of me and started all over again. He got to my place at about 5:30, we both get off work early, and he didn’t leave until 2:00 in the morning. I almost had to call in sick from lack of sleep, not able to walk or sit properly….but I managed.

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U don't have to reply publicly to this ask but I actually need to get this off my chest somewhere bc ur like one of the only public blogs that doesn't ship Aeon

But I saw this tiktok saying 'Wesker knew about Ada liking Leon from the beginning and had to take precautions' like what?? What precautions did he take he doesn't gaf about Leon... if he doubted Ada's ability to carry out a mission over a man she only met once then I don't think he would employ her again...

And the text they were using was from the original RE2 which is almost 30 years ago and they were applying it to the remakes. Like it literally said IN THE FILE that Ada was sent to retrieve Sherry and Leon also got the g-sample of Sherry. I said it wasn't canon because... it's not like that doesn't even happen in the remakes?? Leon hardly interacts with Sherry. Then loads of aeon shippers were saying it was canon and that 'the remakes don't completely change the story it's just a reboot!1!1!1!'

It's like... u seriously think something that was written TWENTY SIX years ago. Applies to games released in 2019 and 2023? U don't think the writers changed some aspects to make the games more realistic? Like the relationship has so clearly changed and I'm so sick of Ada x Leon shippers who change the relationship to fit their narrative. I like Leon and Ada together and I think they care for eachother but I don't even wanna say that because I don't wanna be associated with those people. They're all so aggressive too like

Sorry this is rlly long I just wanted to speak about it😭😭😭u don't need to reply if u don't have anything to say

hit them with operation javier. that always shuts them up. not a single aeon has a comeback for that.

i'm kidding leave them alone LMAO

like the operation javier thing is true but honestly leave them alone. you're not going to win against mob mentality. you're just not. you're creating more stress for yourself by trying. that's just the reality of modern-day fandom. no one ever has a reason to leave their echo chamber, so they don't, and they're hostile to anyone who invades it.

that's why i don't leave this blog. there's no point to it. i'd just be picking fights for the sake of picking a fight. and i don't want to fight with people. people are fucking stupid LMAO fighting with them would just damage my own braincells, because i'd be exposing myself to their brain damaged takes.

wesker does harp on ada about leon in OG SW, so that's where they're getting it from. and if they're so convinced that OG and Remake are the same timeline, like... again, you're not going to convince them. it's a whole cult mentality where they have to come to the information/understanding on their own; you can't force it on them.

because they clearly don't understand what the word "reboot" means. resident evil is probably the first big video game franchise they've followed. every reboot in every game series is a new timeline. the dante from DmC isn't the dante from the original devil may cry games. modern lara croft isn't PSX lara croft. and REmake leon and ada aren't OG leon and ada. that's how video game universes work. it's how they've always worked.

but if you don't really play video games, you don't know that.

and that's not our problem. what other people think/believe about a game canon doesn't actually affect our lives. so just let them be stupid. people have a right to their own stupidity. block them and move on with your life, because it's not worth it.

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shibasaurusrex · 1 year

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𝐝𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐬

fandom : post! a plague tale requiem

ship / pairing : young adult! lucas x fem! reader

warnings : MAJOR spoilers for a plague tale requiem, anxiety, panic attacks, mentions of death, angst, fluff

word count : 5000

secondary image / graphic credit : @lesbianvamp thank you bby <33

description : after the de rune siblings, lucas, sophia && yourself had settled down into your new home, you realized that you were in love with lucas but weren’t certain if he felt the same way. years later, after having contained your feelings for so long, hugo pleads with you to take him to a nearby town festival, where a particular incident brings a surprising revelation to light.

A/N : set in 1354, 6 years after the end of requiem, so lucas is around 20 / 21, && hugo is around 11 / 12. everything canon wise is still exactly the same, ie. the count having tried to take hugo, emilie killing beatrice, && arno sacrificing himself, but obviously hugo doesn’t give in to the macula fully && managed to find a peaceful life with you, amicia, lucas && sophia at the de rune home in the mountains. written over the course of 4 days && i didn't even intend on writing this much but my brain literally wouldn't shut up lmao uibuibiubhk also someone pointed out that lucas looks like ethan nestor && i literally can't unsee it, so he's lucas' official adult face claim in my eyes :')) anway, i hope you all enjoy! <3

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“ this has got to be the most amazing thing i’ve ever seen! ”

you can’t help but to chuckle at hugo’s enthusiasm, a hand reaching down to gently ruffle his hair.

“ hugo, you’ve already said that at least three times today. ”

“ i have? but everything’s just so – oh goodness, look at that! ”

his fingers close around your wrist before giving a gentle tug, guiding you in the direction of whatever wonder he’s just laid eyes on. to most, this would simply be a joyous day at the town festival, filled with wonderful sounds, sights && smells – but to hugo de rune, it was something much more.

it was a miracle.

amicia had relayed the child’s tragic tale to you one night after he’d drifted off to sleep, obviously wishing to avoid burdening him with the memories of marseille, or for him to notice the tears welling up in her eyes as the three of you rested in the dwindling light of the nearby hearth. after so much tragedy && loss, it was no wonder that you’d all grown extremely close, the closest thing to some semblance of a family after the macula had dispensed its twisted design on the world. to you, they were family.

amicia. hugo. sophia. lucas.

lucas.

beatrice would have been proud of him, having studied for years to continue her legacy && to become one of the most renowned alchemists in all of provence. how he’d stood by her daughter without question in order to save her son’s life, hugo’s delighted yells being more than enough indication that his bravery had paid off immensely.

you were proud of him. more than proud –

“ Y/N, Y/N, come && look at this! ”

one minute, the atmosphere is merry, perfect even – the next, frantic && uncertain.

the grip around your wrist is now absent, a completely innocent act as the youngest de rune had clearly gotten carried away with his excitement, racing off to ogle at the marvels located amidst the sea of colour. except, your mind isn’t at all welcoming to such a rational train of thought, sheer panic beginning to take hold as you can already sense your throat tightening.

no, not now – please, not now –

joyous laughter shifts to undiscernible noise, drowned out by the thundering rhythm of your now racing heart whilst you futilely attempt to resist against the hysteria tormenting your psyche.

breathe dammit, breathe – he’s fine, absolutely fine –

yet as quickly as the reassurance comes, you find it being ejected away && instead replaced with deeply unpleasant outcomes.

pull yourself together, this isn’t what he needs –

your feet appear to have a mind of their own because before you even realize it, you’re already attempting to meander your way clumsily through the bustling crowds, hoping, praying for even a brief glimpse of the familiar green tunic. what would amicia say when she found out that you’d lost her baby brother? out there all alone, with the dreaded macula still coursing through his veins? oh lord, oh lord.

“ please, i need help! i’m looking for a boy, a boy of about eleven! ”

perhaps it’s the unwavering sound of the festivities, or your own laboured breathing, maybe even both, but no matter the case, your frantic pleas fall upon deaf ears, people clearly too engrossed in the event to even cast a bewildered look in your direction. in their eyes, they didn’t have time to deal with raving lunatics who threatened to spoil their day – yet your anxiety portrays a completely different picture as your back smacks against a cold stone wall.

hundreds of people, if not thousands, all with their piercing stares trained on you. you’re completely frozen to the spot now, your head spinning violently as you desperately fight back the growing wave of nausea. && just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, the laughter begins. it’s quiet at first, a few small sniggers here && there, but soon, the deafening sound bounces around inside of your skull, && you just want it to stop.

whether any noise manages to come from you as you open your mouth to cry out, you’re unsure, because all you can concentrate on is the chorus of jeers growing louder, && louder, && louder.

you can’t handle it any more.

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“ -- hear me? Y/N, please -- "

it’s quiet. the faint melody of bird song, && a voice that sounds so familiar, yet not – then again, you were still transitioning in && out of consciousness. groaning softly, you soon realize that there’s something plush positioned beneath your head, likely to cushion it from the hard cold ground below. what had happened? where were you? where was hugo?

hugo.

“ no hugo, wait - ! ”

apparently, deciding to try && sit abruptly up isn’t a good idea, as you’re soon wincing in pain before a gentle hand on your shoulder ushers you into laying back down. the surroundings begin to spin violently, so much so, that your stomach lurches && you have to fight back from emptying its contents.

“ Y/N, just please calm down, it’s alright! ”

you can’t help but to note how fraught with worry lucas’ tone is, && you feel a slight pang of guilt for being the cause of it, but there’s only one matter that consumes your mind entirely as your fingers weakly grasp the fabric of his sleeve.

“ hugo, where’s hugo? ”

“ he’s fine, i sent him to get some jasmine from the florist so i can help bring your heart rate back down – now please, stay still && try not to move, you need rest. ”

&& just like that, his reassurance fills you with more comfort than any plant ever could, your head retreating back down to nestle upon the comfort of your newfound pillow. it takes you a few seconds before you notice that the cloak usually draped around lucas’ shoulders is nowhere to be seen, your heart skipping a beat as his gaze carefully observes your face for any signs of additional discomfort.

the familiar sound of festivities starts to become more noticeable as the minutes pass && your grogginess begins to dwindle, albeit much quieter than before to your relief. in fact, there’s barely anyone else in the vicinity except for you && lucas, save for the few stragglers who had likely decided to depart for home prematurely. judging from the colours emblazoned across the sky, night would soon be drawing in, as a composition of fiery oranges && reds were beginning to bleed into the crisp shade of blue – a beautiful shade that was practically identical to lucas’ eyes. there’s a few more moments of silence before you carefully tilt your head in his direction, speaking softly in an attempt to conserve your strength.

“ lucas? ”

he seems almost in a trance whilst watching you, seemingly catching himself as you speak his name before quickly clearing his throat. if you hadn’t known any better, you’d say there was a faint blush spreading across his cheekbones.

“ yes Y/N? ”

“ what happened? ”

lucas hesitates for a moment as if he’s contemplating exactly what to say, && whilst you might believe that he’s trying not to alarm you, there’s more to it than that – he’s trying not to alarm himself. the sight of you hyperventilating && inconsolable is already lingering unwantedly in his mind, but regardless, he swallows && takes a deep breath before giving you an answer.

“ hugo said that when he found you, you couldn’t stop shaking && that you couldn’t hear him – you must have lost consciousness after that, so he helped me carry you here. ”

there’s a slight tremble in his voice that you notice almost immediately, but you decide not to question it. after all, it would surely be rude to impose on his state of mind when he’d gone to the trouble of ensuring that you were safe && well, although you can’t help but to wonder exactly why the question seems to unnerve him so much – especially when he doesn’t allow you time to reply by hastily reaching down to retrieve something from the contents of a pouch on his belt, && you notice that it’s a tiny silver flask as it glitters beautifully in the radiance of the sun.

“ here, drink this, it should help you feel better. ”

opening your mouth to ask another question, you don’t get the chance as lucas has already fastened an arm around you to assist you in sitting upwards, a soothing warmth exuding from him && making your stomach flutter with a strange, yet pleasant sensation. he’s so gentle && attentive with his touches, almost as if you’re made of glass && he’s terrified that one careless move will break you. his fingers gingerly bring the neck of the flask to your lips, && almost immediately, your nostrils are filled with the pungent scent of copper && honey. noticing your slight grimace, he has to bite back a chuckle, yet the same concern knitted within his brow persists regardless.

“ trust me, it tastes a lot better than it smells. ”

if it was anyone else trying to reassure you, then you wouldn’t exactly be filled with confidence, but lucas was a master of alchemy, so holding back the bile from rising in your throat, you trust in his words && swallow a particularly large mouthful of the liquid. true to his word, the sharp taste of lemon floods across your tongue, immediately eliminating the foulness that had pervaded your nostrils only seconds beforehand && lulling you into a welcome state of calm. of course, your inquisitiveness can’t suppress itself as you feebly smile up at him, becoming lost in his beautiful sapphire eyes.

“ lucas, that’s unbelievable – where did you get it? ”

“ actually, i – i brewed it myself. ”

there’s that familiar shade of pink again as he gives a sheepish smile of his own, a hand going to nervously scratch the back of his neck before he continues.

“ it’s quite simple really. i discovered it when i was trying to help amicia find some pain relief for her shoulder – just some honey, chamomile and burdock. the plants contain anti inflammatory properties, but it’s the honey that really makes a difference. see, honey dates back to as far as the ancient egyptians, && they knew that it could help soothe pain, which is why we have such vast knowledge of its medicinal properties today. of course, there’s still so much more potential for future discoveries, && i think that - ”

you’re surprised when he pauses mid-sentence, hesitating for a brief second before brushing a stray strand of chestnut hair from his eyes.

“ i – i’m rambling, aren’t i? ”

lucas was clearly so filled with joy when discussing his work, && his level of commitment to the subject was extremely endearing, almost adorable even. the fact that he was seemingly comfortable enough around you to bring up the said topic of conversation in such astounding detail genuinely melted your heart, so you can’t help but to shake your head in disagreement whilst offering him an encouraging smile.

“ it’s alright lucas, you don’t have to be ashamed. ”

you can make out a flicker of relief upon his features at your reassurance, && for a second, you find yourself wondering if he’s had the chance to talk so openly about his interests with anyone else. the thought soon fades however as his beautiful sapphire eyes focus so intently on your face, a smile of his own tugging at his lips before you feel your heart practically in your mouth at his reply.

“ it’s strange, really – it only tends to happen when i’m talking about the things i’m passionate about. ”

you’ve only just realized that his arm is still around you, with neither of you making any attempt to move from your current position. to think that not all that long ago, you’d been completely consumed with fear && panic, feeling as if everyone && everything that you’d ever loved would be lost forever. but now is the complete opposite, a pleasant warmth burning in your chest && making you feel as if you were ready to take on the entire world. there’s nothing but silence between you both for a few more seconds as you find yourselves smiling at one another, a silence that spoke a thousand words – except that silence doesn’t last, a familiar voice calling out amidst exhausted pants.

“ lucas, Y/N! ”

you barely have time to make out the hugo sized person before he practically throws himself onto you, arms fastening around your neck && cheek nestled against the silkiness of your hair as he embraces you tightly into a hug. there’s a slight twinge of pain from the initial contact, yet you manage to bite back a cry before wrapping your own arms around his much smaller frame, catching a brief glimpse of the basket loaded with flora that he’d been carrying moments beforehand.

“ Y/N, i’m so sorry that i ran off && left you – you could have gotten hurt && it’s all my fault. ”

“ hey, what matters is that you’re safe. but promise me you’ll never do that again, alright? ”

hugo hesitates for a moment before slowly pulling back from the embrace, one of his hands gently wiping his eyes as he nods. his attention soon turns back towards the wicker basket beside him, reaching down to grasp it before handing over the contents to lucas. taking it from the younger de rune, his eyes twinkle with relief as he smiles widely, evidently pleased with the yield that he requested.

“ this is more than enough hugo, thank you. ”

“ you’re welcome. but that’s not all, i got something else - ”

exchanging confused looks, both you && lucas are clearly oblivious to what he means until you catch sight of the beautiful sunny blossom sitting within the palm of his hand. you can vividly recall hugo telling you all about his memories of beatrice, how she’d educated him in botany alongside tirelessly searching for a cure to rid him of the macula forever. whilst he was indeed a special child, he deserved a normal life, free from being controlled by the disease inside of him && being able to truly appreciate the ‘ nice things ’ as he referred to them. amicia had often allowed him to braid them into her hair when he was younger, wearing it like a badge of honour – as a protector to the carrier.

whilst you’d always been able to identify even the most basic of flowers, hugo had been your own teacher, passing down his mother’s knowledge && his face practically lighting up as he’d shared stories of all the beautiful blossoms that he remembered from back home in guyenne. a symbol of rebellion almost against the hordes of rats that had delivered nothing but suffering && ruin – a reminder that no matter how dark the night, how turbulent the storm, there was always hope that lay deep within.

“ a daffodil. ”

there was no doubt that lucas also possessed a vast amount of knowledge in regards to botany, perhaps even more so than the young boy, considering the countless years that he’d spent studying under the watchful eye of his magistra. it honestly amazed you that not only could he name flowers that you’d never even laid eyes on before, but their medicinal qualities too, so it comes as no surprise that he’s able to recognize the sunshine coloured bud outstretched in hugo’s hand. he always had been intelligent. admirable. breathtaking.

“ used to treat chronic pain, && in rare cases, epilepsy. hm, not native to the area, meant to symbolise - ”

“ forgiveness. ”

it’s astonishing how your own voice && hugo’s chorus together in such perfect sync, alarming even, but it undoubtedly acts as further proof that you both share a beautiful && unique bond. proof that you would never allow anything to hurt him. ever.

“ i hope you like it. ”

his enthusiasm that had snatched you up into a hug only moments earlier is suddenly gone, instead replaced by a meek, almost timid demeanour whilst he fidgets idly with his hands. as if he was nervously seeking your approval. already, you can sense a lump in your throat && your eyes welling up with tears, completely touched by the innocent gesture but taking extreme care not to let your emotions out into the open – hugo was likely already anxious enough without having the weight of a major misunderstanding looming over his head. the momentary pause between you both must already be bothering him however, his tone frantic && clumsy as he peers up at you worriedly.

“ i asked the florist lady if she had some because it was for someone really special, && - ”

“ i don’t like it hugo. ”

you don’t have any time to register his expression as you’ve already pulled him back into your arms, but you can feel his posture stiffen as even lucas appears apprehensive from the brief glance that you manage to catch of him.

“ i love it. ”

&& in that moment when his arms gently weave about your neck in order to secure himself against you, when the tender petals of the gift brush delicately against your skin, everything is perfect. you truly adored hugo with all of your heart, && the very thought of him having to endure such unspeakable horrors to reach this point was honestly haunting – which is perhaps why your grip upon him tightens ever so slightly, cheek nestled comfortably against his chestnut brown locks whilst you can’t help but to contemplate on how the world was such a cruel place. he was just a child.

you don’t allow it intentionally – hell, you likely wouldn’t have even realized if not for the concern knitting lucas’ brow, but one of the tears that you’d been attempting to suppress manages to slowly trickle down onto your cheek. the happiness of the child in your arms however took priority over everything && anything else, so rather than putting his peace at risk even for a second, you quickly manage to brush away the bead of moisture against his hair && not a moment too soon, as his infectious smile greets you whilst he delicately places the daffodil into the safety of your lap.

“ you’re so thoughtful, thank you. ”

there’s a smile of your own in return before you purse your lips in thought for a brief moment, both lucas && hugo only being able to speculate exactly what you have in mind as the latter tilts his head to an inquisitive angle. an idle search into one of the pouches on your waist && a faint metallic clinking later, some of the contents are emptied out into his palm, the contrast of bronze && silvers twinkling beautifully in the sunlight like a regal kaleidoscope.

“ i’d like to thank the florist too, so do you think you’d be able to take this to her for me? ”

his fingers already curled around the collection of coins, hugo hesitates for a moment before reaching over to placed his balled up fist into your hand, clearly intending to return the payment as you’re now the one sporting a perplexed look.

“ she said she didn’t want any money for it, and as long as i gave it to that someone special, then that was enough payment. she also mentioned that daffodils were one of her favourites, because her husband always used to bring her some. ”

the obliviousness on the youngest de rune’s part to the true meaning behind her tale is almost endearing, && if you hadn’t have known any better, you could have swore that you caught a glimpse of lucas attempt to conceal a smirk behind his hand whilst you have to suppress a giggle yourself. surely, he’d come to come to understand in time as he grew older, as single every day that passed was a defiance against the macula, but for now, all he had to concern himself with was achieving what he’d already been deprived of for so long - living a normal && happy childhood.

“ well in that case, how about you keep it instead to buy yourself something nice? ”

there’s a brief moment of quiet whilst he studies your expression carefully, ensuring that you’re absolutely certain with the decision before he accepts the gift that you’ve just offered - && the sincerity that greets him is more than enough reason for him to deduce that that is indeed the case, that smile that practically melted your heart making a more than welcome appearance as hugo peers up at you with a newfound excitement.

“ i won’t let you down, i’m going to find the most amazing thing ever to bring home! ”

“ hugo? please try to stay in sight this time, hm? ”

lucas has likely already recognized his overwhelming eagerness to depart back into the maze of stalls in search of a souvenir, && sure enough, there’s a reassuring smile before he races off to investigate a nearby crafts stall – free to explore without any anxiety or worry. as a kid should be able to. to say that this wasn’t exactly the day that you’d planned was an understatement, but you don’t bother concerning yourself with such trivial matters for the moment, as everything is currently perfect as it is. the both of you sit in silence for a few minutes, yet it’s not at all uncomfortable, quite the opposite in fact. even if you were alongside lucas all day && neither of you exchanged a single word, you’d still feel as if you’d had the most engaging conversation, finding yourself becoming entranced by those beautiful eyes of his –

“ he really loves you, you know. ”

“ i – i’m sorry? ”

it goes without saying that the both of you understand the alternate implication of lucas’s statement, prompting that all too familiar shade to creep across the entirety of his face as he clears his throat nervously, && you too find yourself attempting to suppress a considerable blush. neither of you notice it for the time being, but there’s also the matter of the empty space between you both slowly diminishing since hugo’s departure, almost as if there’s a hidden yet powerful force at play to make you both desperately desire one another’s presence. with him, all of your concerns && worries were non-existent, or at least an obstacle that you could tackle together && emerge from upon the other side. lucas was your home, && you prayed with all of your heart && soul that he considered you the very same.

“ hugo, i mean – i’ve never seen him so frantic before. ”

repositioning yourself around to face him properly now, you can’t help but to note his unexpected shift in demeanour, his eyes having a certain solemnity about them whilst he swallows particularly hard – he spoke about hugo displaying panicked behaviour, but lucas himself, was he really shaken that severely too?

“ i was working on some texts detailing the history of the prima macula, when he came bounding in and pleaded with me to go with him as quickly as i could. naturally, imagine the fright he gave me – especially given the circumstances of what happened. ”

perhaps you were listening to him a little too intently, or it’s your head still rebelling against your prior state of unconsciousness, but whatever the case, you’ve only just come to the realization that lucas is now seated merely inches away from you, so much so, that you’re uncertain who the persistent rhythm of a pounding heart belongs to. you don’t know what to do, to say, to pour out all of your emotions && confess to him how he made you feel – except you don’t need to, because he’s already chosen to take the initiative first.

“ i – i think i understand. why he was so hysterical when he came to see me – because i know exactly what it’s like to worry about losing someone special. ”

if you didn’t have the slightest inclination of what to say before, you certainly don’t now, breath hitching in your throat && your heart threatening to practically implode. had he really just told you that? surely, the giddy sensation tugging within the pit of your stomach was indication enough in case you weren’t entirely convinced, as is the sheepish smile that lucas offers you whilst politely gesturing to your lap.

“ may i? ”

for a brief moment, you can’t help but to wonder exactly what he’s referring to, until a delicate golden shimmer provides a clue. what was it that he’d said? that daffodils were used as relief from both chronic pain && epilepsy, but that only generates more questions rather than answers. you didn’t have either of those, so perhaps he wished to study it more closely for one of his future endeavours. his fingers gently furl around the delicate blossom before scooping it up into his palm, taking extra care not to damage the fragile petals as he lifts it upwards. what was he – it’s only when his free hand lightly tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear that you realize his intention, && instinctively, you lean further into his touch whilst he gets to work on weaving the daffodil amongst your silky locks. a simple gesture but one that makes you fall in love with him all over again, as he makes you feel like the most beautiful woman in the entire world. && to lucas, you were.

the way he gapes at you in total awe after he leans back to observe his handiwork speaks absolute volumes, prompting you to take the initiative this time around by reaching down to take his hand into your own whilst his other caresses your cheek so tenderly. lucas had never really been a fighter, yet you can still detect the remnants of callouses over his fingers, a silent mark of the battle to prevent hugo from succumbing to the prima macula. && even though he’d probably dismiss the notion, a mark that he was a hero. if there was the opportunity to stop time at this very moment, then it was almost certain that you would without a doubt, everything being absolutely perfect as lucas leans closer to affectionately rest his temple against your own. you can’t help but to giggle at the sensation of his own hair lightly tickling your cheek, drawing a soft chuckle from him before he gently shakes the messy strands from his eyes.

“ it really suits you. ”

there’s that damned blush again at his compliment but you don’t overly concern yourself with it this time – in fact, you actually allow your emotions a little more leeway, not even realizing that you’ve leaned your head further forward for your lips to press softly against his cheek until it’s too late. you can’t help but to melt over how adorable lucas’ reaction is, his sapphire eyes blinking in amazement before a content noise sounds from within his throat. after all of the hardships && cruelty that the world had dealt, you both needed this – the chance to face a new day, together.

“ thank you lucas. ”

the soft chorus of songbirds from high on up, the sensation of lucas’ hair as it continues to softly caress your skin && the silent yet heartfelt smile shared between you both – nothing could make this moment any more perfect, or so you believe, as the second that he opens his mouth once again, you can already sense your heart melting.

“ so, i was wondering if – if you’d like to come back to the festival later once amicia gets back, just the two of us. ”

he seems proud of himself for speaking without any significant stutters, although he’d likely already forfeited the battle against attempting to suppress the reddening colour in his cheeks. not that you minded, quite the opposite in fact.

“ or if you prefer, we could both talk a walk? i know of a trail not far from here alongside a stream, && it’s home to some of the most beautiful flowers && wild life. oh, perhaps if we ventured out at night, we could go star gazing – yes, i could show you all of the constellations! there’s practically hundreds, but aquila has to be my favourite. i – i’d love for you to see it. maybe if there’s a first quarter moon tonight, then the cosmos will be in perfect alignment, && there might actually be a chance for it to - ”

“ lucas? ”

“ yes Y/N? ”

“ you’re rambling again. ”

“ ah! m – my apologies. ”

you feel a slight pang of guilt at the sight of the mortified expression upon lucas’ face, but the manner in which he became so flustered was too adorable to pass up, && you emit a playful giggle as reassurance that you’re only teasing him. thankfully, the sound appears to do the trick because those gorgeous sapphire hues peer up at you once again, a bashful smile tugging upon the corners of his lips whilst he slowly scratches the back of his neck. truth be told, you’re overjoyed at the prospect of spending a chapter of your life alongside your very own someone special, && as his arms gently wrap around you whilst your lips linger upon his cheek once again, you both know that this is the beginning of something truly beautiful.

“ so, tell me more about this aquila. ”

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