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azaleaniath · 1 year

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aonung x reader

nsfw and spicyyy please!

he lowkey (highkey) has a degrading link which is why he’s always mean to you or an asshole in general, almost like he’s challenging you just to have you say something mean back to him.

reader finds this out on accident somehow and heavilyyy uses it to her advantage

i just feel like since he’s such an asshole, finding out he likes to be degraded would actually be the biggest turn on LOLLL

thank you!

Thanks for your request anon! I had a lot of free creative space with this one but I hope it's to your liking!

~ AO'NUNG X FEM! SULLY! READER ~

Little secret

includes: spicy content, insults, dirty talk, kinks, degradation, physical touch, sexual touch, aged up to 18 for legal reasons

NSFW, MINORS DNI, 18+

1.6k words

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As Tuk had told you that once again, Ao'nung had bullied her, you decided that it was enough. Someone had to teach him a lesson and you didn't want any of your siblings to get into trouble, so you took the matter into your own hands.

You went out to look for him, finding him and his two other friends a bit further away from the village where they could gossip in peace.

"Ao'nung you bitch!" you roared from afar, nostrils flared in anger.

His face switched from a bored look to full amusement as he turned to face you, watching you stomp over to him.

"That would be me" he grinned, as if he was excited to see you.

"You're a fucking pussy! Stop picking on my sister when she's all alone!"

The other two guys only chuckled as they saw how you came dangerously close to the chief's son.

The young man smiled to himself as he fed on your rage.

"Don't you freaks deserve that?" He purred and crossed his arms as if he was only waiting for you to say something back.

"Listen here you disgusting cunt, if I ever catch you doing that to my family again, I'm gonna destroy you. I will make you regret the day you were born. Did I make myself clear?"

At your words, his expression only grew. With one hand, he signalled to his friends to leave you two alone. Only hesitantly did they follow his request, but in the end they turned to leave.

Ao'nung came another step closer, eyeing you carefully.

"A worm like you doesn't even stand a chance against me."

"Watch your tongue, fucker."

Yet the man just grinned and bit his lower lip before he reached out to graze your neck with a few feathery touches.

"You know", he cupped your face with one hand, "you're cute when you get mad. I like that~"

Without any second thoughts you leapt at him, making him stumble backwards. Rage coursed through your veins at his words, causing your impulsive side to take over.

His back crashed into the ground unpleasantly while you yelled, throwing yourself at him angrily. "You're nothing but a coward and a disgusting bitch!"

You knelt over Aonung with narrowed eyes, hitting his face with full force. He tried to block your fists, but the expression on his face didn't change. His amused look didn't cease on bit.

"(Y/N)!" you suddenly heard your brother's, Kiri, Tuk and also Tsireya call out for you, which made you lose you focus for a moment and you looked up to see them all coming closer. His friends also turned back, now that the fight had escalated.

Ao'nung quickly used the opportunity to hold you by your wrists so you couldn't hit him anymore.

You tried to get off of him, as his hands quickly switched to hold you in place. His nails dug into the flesh of your hips causing you to flinch before he gave you a serious look all of a sudden. It almost looked as if he was scared.

"(Y/N), I-I didn't mean it, please-"

"You scared of my brothers, stupid bitch? Your friends won't be able to save your wothless ass this time!"

"Really, that's not helping right now, we should talk this out."

Your siblings stormed over to help you while you still struggled to get off of Ao'nung, yet his grip around your hipbones got even tighter.

"Talk this out? I'm gonna smack your lights out!"

"Seriously, (Y/N)."

He bit his lower lip while you struggled to get off, until he swallowed his pride and pressed you down onto his lap.

Your breath hitched at the feeling, now that you understood why he couldn't let you get up. He was rock hard beneath you.

You looked up into his eyes with a triumphant smile as he got all silent and he tried to look away from you.

He swallowed heavily, still clawing into your skin.

"Not so tough now, are you?" you mumbled, watching his cheeks turn dark.

"You can't let them see, please..."

"You disgust me..."

He sighed softly, his manhood twitched at your words.

"Not helping..."

As your siblings and his friends came closer you thought about what to do. Let everyone see his bulge? Ridicule him? Play along?

"Aren't you ashamed of yourself, getting turned on like that, grinding your needy cock against me like a desperate whore." Your voice was herely a hiss.

"(Y/N), you're only making it worse..."

You could feel his erection press against your core through your loincloth.

"Get your hands off my sister!"

Lo'ak yelled as he and Neteyam got closer to pull you away from him. The fear and shame in Ao'nungs eyes was clearly visible.

You sat up straight, letting go of Ao'nung. His eyes widened as you rolled your hips against his erection, causing him to swallow a moan.

"All good, I don't need your help."

The genuine smile you gave your siblings was pretty suspicious to them. "I got this. He just wants to talk."

"And you have to sit on him for that?"

Neteyam asked, eyeing the situation carefully.

"Sure, to hide his boner~"

Ao'nungs grip got painfully tight as you exposed him. Yet the way you said it got everyone huffing, thinking it was a joke.

"We're good. You can leave."

"Are you sure?" Lo'ak asked, but you just nodded. Slowly but surely your audience withdrew from the scene, leaving the two of you alone again.

He was too proud to thank you verbally, but he did it with his eyes.

"Who could've guessed you're so fucking disgusting?" you asked him, teasingly grinding your hips again.

"The mighty future olo'ekytan, so weak..."

He panted ever so lightly, trying as hard as he could not to buck his hips against you, even if he would've loved to do so. He couldn't show his weakness now, there was no way, and yet his body betrayed him.

"How many times have you touched yourself already after an argument with me, huh?"

His grip around your hips softened a bit at your question. He refused to answer, being way too proud to do so.

"You want me to call my brothers back here? Maybe your friends too? I'm sure they would be amused about seeing you so hard and needy? Answer me, or I'll make everyone see what a disgrace you are."

He visibly panicked at the threat.

"They can't know!"

"Then answer me, bitch."

You watched him swallow hard before he hesitantly spoke again.

"Maybe once or twice..."

You rocked your hips against him, causing him to whimper in shame.

"NETE-"

"Alright, alright! ... A few times..."

It was fun to see him like this. So ashamed and almost obedient all of a sudden.

"If only your friends knew, or your parents... You like being a pain in the ass, huh? Get's you off real good, does it? To get degraded like a little slut..."

Hearing your words almost sent him into a trance of pleasure. Without even intending to, he subconsciously moved his hips against yours.

"Fuck, look at yourself. All hard for a few words, and now this... Are you that needy?"

Ao'nungs eyes fell shut, he hated to admit it but hearing your words while having you sit on his erection felt like heaven. His whimpers got more frequent with each of your words.

He shivered at the streams of saliva which you spat across his face in disgust, it only worked like oil to his fire. Unable to hold himself back, he pressed your hips down at each desperate thrust.

You watched him lick your saliva of thr corners of his mouth.

"Don't tell me you're into that too, huh?"

Instead of answering, he just continued and his body shivered beneath yours.

Deciding that he had enough fun, you used his trance to get off of him, just as he was about to reach his high. Once he felt the friction being removed, he looked up only to see you slip away quickly.

"(Y/N), you can't just go now! H-hey!"

He got up onto his shaky legs, following you until he had caught up. Ao'nungs hand clenched around your wrist to stop you, and so you did.

"Promise to leave my siblings alone, or I'll spread your little dirty secret all around in the village." you cursed with narrowed eyes, to which he agreed panting.

"I'm not gonna pick on your siblings ever again, I promise, just...please... "

He bit his lower lip and pressed your hand against his crotch. Even if he hated to admit it, he needed you to finish him.

"Swear it, and you'll get your redemption." you mumbled, then grabbed onto his length through his loincloth.

Without hesitation, he answered, wishing for nothing more than you freeing him from his lust.

"I swear it, I'll never insult them again. I'll leave them alone, really!"

You nodded at his words, then rubbed your hand against the precum-stained bulge.

"What an obedient slut you can be..." you mumbled, rewarding his vow with the last few touches that he needed to cum into his loincloth.

Ao'nung panted heavyily, tried to suppress a last loud moan while holding onto you, still shivering from his high.

"You're a disgrace to your own clan."

With a disgusted groan you smeared the semen that had seeped into your hand across his face, to which he sank onto his knees. His legs couldn't carry him any further right now.

"Go wash yourself. Not gonna help with how ugly you are but at least you'll stop looking so damn used."

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catholicdaredevil · 3 months

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disarming || tormund giantsbane x gn! reader

hello all! i haven't posted anything i've written in a while (over a year) but when prompted by my daughter grack i searched back through my google docs and found this fic that i don't think i ever posted so here we go! (also this hasn't been edited lol)

summary: gn! reader kills a thenn and tormund is bricked over it

words: 2k

warnings: violence!!!!!! use of knives, punching, kicking, stabbing, and killing!!!! to be fair it's all canon typical violence for game of thrones but still there's your warning! also short references to nsfw but no detailed action

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Warm callused hands framed your face and he leaned in to kiss you.

Except Tormund didn’t kiss you, kiss was too gentle a word for it, he consumed you. Every time he pressed his mouth to yours it was like he was trying to drink you down, overwhelming sensations of nothing but him causing your brain to go haywire. He didn’t give pecks, no small chaste kisses, that was your thing. When you’d walk past him and pause just to creep up on your tiptoes and press a soft kiss to his cheek then carry on with whatever you were previously doing. Sometimes he let you, he knew you liked those gentle kisses, wanted to give you whatever you wanted when he could.

However most times he’d slip his hands into your hair, or around your waist and pull you into him with strength you couldn’t get out of if you tried, tip your head back and deepen the kiss. And if when you finally pulled away you looked dizzy, hair a mess and breathing ragged, then that was just a bonus.

“I swear on–on– on all of the southern gods, every single one of them, that if you ever come near me again I’ll fuckin’ kill you,” your finger jabbed into the Thenn’s chest, loud voice carrying throughout the camp. You can hear the mutters of people gathering around, the syncopated overlapped voices of the other free folk watching, waiting.

“If you didn’t have Tormund to back you up I bet you’d be so much quieter. Maybe you need someone to teach you to be quiet, little one.” He leaned in, voice low and predatory with a grin stretching out the scars that covered his face. Those white lines marking a Thenn that always made a chill run down your spine.

“I need no one to back me up, I don't want Tormund’s help and he couldn’t stop me if he wanted to. You think I would be Tormund’s if I couldn’t handle my own?”

As if he could sense his name spoken from across the way, you hear Tormund walk up, his loud voice familiar enough to pick out of the crowd circled around you and the Thenn.

“What’s going on?” Tormund’s words end in a growl as he finally breaks through the masses to see you.

Your mouth twisted down into an angry frown and the hand not currently inches from the other man’s chest is clenched into a fist and trembling just slightly at your side. He takes the final few steps to get to your side, a glare pinning the man in front of you in place. He had joked before but only a fool didn’t hesitate going up against Tormund Giantsbane. There was a reason he was Tall-Talker, Horn-Blower and Breaker of Ice. Tormund was less a man and more a force, a storm that roved over lands destroying anything stupid enough to get in his way.

Tormund’s hand rests on your shoulder, his body tense in anticipation, always seconds away from swinging a blade at anyone who so much as dares to glare at you and this is no different. You speak one last time before turning to walk off, “I won’t warn you again.”

“And how do you plan to kill me little one? By whinging? Yelling? You couldn’t kill me if Tormund trained you for years.”

His cocky words are enough to break your last shred of patience left and you spin before Tormund can react, stomping across the frozen dirt, fist clenched and ready to throw a punch. Luckily Tormund recovers fast enough to grab your elbow mid-swing and you round on him, ready to yell that you’d had enough of that shit eating grin and he could try to eat his next kill with less teeth.

“You’ll break your sweet little hand on that ugly fucker, here.” Tormund lifts your hand to kiss across your knuckles and pushes a knife into it and nods approvingly, twisting you around to face the Thenn again. You get to watch the smirk melt off the man’s face. This is no longer a game, not even an argument. He has two options now; let you kill him or fight you and have Tormund kill him. There’s no scenario where he lays a hand on you and lives to talk about it.

“I’ll make you a deal. You disarm me fair and square and you win, Tormund’ll let you live. If not, I carve that smirk from your face.” Your head tilts expectantly and the Thenn’s eyes shift from you to Tormund, watching the small nod Tormund gives in agreement before looking back to you.

He grins. “Deal.”

He moves faster than you expected, quick for such a large man, but it doesn’t matter. He swings his hand out to hit you and you duck, adrenaline surging through you as your instincts take over. He’s a fool and a cocky one at that and you’re going to show him. You drop your breathing to slow and controlled, crouching slightly to study him, eyes scanning over his tall form to pick out the best places to strike.

His leg shoots out and slams into your side. Pain blossoms across your stomach and you bite your cheek to muffle your cry, wrapping your arm around his ankle to keep him on one foot. He’s stronger than you and you know you won’t be able to hold him there for long, but you don’t need long. Your blade sinks into his leg right above his knee, twisting before you yank it back out and he tugs his leg from you with a scream. He expects you to attempt to hold onto it, so when you drop it the force of his pull twists him off balance and he has to stumble to catch himself, grunting through the shooting pain the steps cause.

“You’re a fool. You’re a fool and I warned you.” You spit blood at his feet. He looks up to meet your eyes again and there’s a split second where you’re concerned about the rage so clearly shown on his every feature. Taking a deep breath, you force your body to relax, shaking out the tension in your joints and twisting your head until your neck cracks loudly.

The sounds of the crowd have risen, voices overlapping and in the back of your mind you register a familiar voice shushing them all. The man in front of you is too focused on kicks, anything to keep you as far from him as possible thinking his strength lies in his reach spanning farther than your own. He swings a hand and his fist connects with your temple, your entire head rings, vision going blurry and black around the edges and you gasp.

It takes you a moment to catch your bearings, a few stumbled steps and ragged intakes of breath, and that’s all it takes. The bottom of his foot lands solidly on your chest and he pushes with a force that likely cracked several ribs, knocking you to the ground. His own chest heaves with exertion, walking forward to stand over you and you can see the way he struggles with restraint, unused to leaving an enemy alive after a fight.

He opens his mouth to speak and hesitates at the last second. Blood trails down your chin, shadowing a grin that gives him pause in his victory, but not long enough to stop the words from falling out of his mouth. “Fair and square.”

“I said disarm me,”

He puts the pieces together too late.

The knife still clutched tightly in your hand that wrapped around where he stood slices through the back of his ankles on both feet and he drops with a scream. Crumpling to the ground, the Thenn grabs at his bleeding feet, attempting to staunch the blood that flows around his fingers and pours onto the ground below him. You’ve risen to your feet in his panic, swaying slightly as your head gets caught up in the dizzy waves of a concussion. Luckily your adrenaline still pumping through your veins is enough to keep you standing long enough for him to look up at you and lock eyes one last time.

Your knife finds its home in the small space between the side of his collarbone and neck, right where it’s still soft and relatively easy to drive it as far in as it will go. You push until the heel of the knife clinks into bone and he finally collapses below you, ripping the hilt from your hand in his fall. He lets out one final choked off gurgle, eyes rolling back and lids closing and he’s dead. His and your blood stains your hands and clothes, a messy watercolor of death.

Now that the fight is over your body threatens to collapse, hands on your locked-up knees to keep from hitting the ground. Eyes slammed shut in an attempt to limit the way the world spins on his axis like a top and warm large arms wrap around your middle to vault you into the air.

The earth shakes below you, but maybe that’s just Tormund in his raucous laughter and shouted words. “I told you all! Mine doesn’t need anyone for anything! Only needs me around to fuck them ‘til they cry!”

Heat blooms in your face at his exclamation to the surrounding crowd, your hand smacking into his shoulder feebly. You doubt that even with all your strength you could do much to the man beyond a bee sting, but he grunts in fake pain at your strike just to indulge you. “I don’t think I need you for even that, I did a pretty good job at doing it myself before you came along.”

“But I do it better.”

His almost crystal blue eyes meet yours and he’s wearing that shit-eating, Tormund Giantsbane, wolfish grin. The one that probably earned him the name Tall Talker if you had to guess. The look is more familiar than even your family and you can’t help but mirror it back at him in your own way, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Aye, you uncivilized great behemoth of a man. You do it better.”

Tormund connects his lips with yours, quickly licking into your mouth to deepen the kiss, drinking you down. He gets the satisfaction of the taste of you and the bitter clash of your blood that only spurs him on until his hands are fisted in your shirt and you’re whining into his mouth, almost grinding onto him from your place in his arms.

His hold on you only tightens until he pushes on your cracked ribs and you jerk away from his touch with a broken gasp. You drop your head to his shoulder, breathing slowly through the sharp pain until it passes, slipping back into the gentle throb it sits at as a baseline. Tormund presses a kiss to your forehead, one hand softly running up the line of your spine in comfort, already walking towards your shared home.

“Let’s get those clothes off and I can see just how hurt you are.” He says, pushing aside the door and kicking it shut behind the two of you. He sets you down on the bed delicately, not wanting to cause you anymore pain and you smile up at him standing above you.

“I’m fine really. Well– I might have a concussion.”

“I’ll get you taken care of my pretty little crow. Then I’ll make you cum on my tongue so many times you cry. Seeing you kill a Thenn has me harder than I think I’ve ever been in my life.” Tormund speaks the words like they’re normal, a casual conversation and mention of murder being sexy. Of course you’re sure a big part of the whole sexy-murder thing has to do with his hatred for Thenn’s and the specificity of your victim. Not that you’ll complain, or turn down the offer.

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tiannasfanfic · 1 year

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True Sight

Eddie Munson x Reader (Angst)

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Summary: While helping Eddie clean out his van, you find something that has the potential to completely destroy your relationship.

Rating: General Audiences

Author Note: Gender neutral Reader, they/them pronouns (if any), because anyone can wear panties. An AU where Henry Creel doesn't happen. Angst with a Twist. This story is 90-95% true, even the background of Eddie and Reader's relationship.

CW: Description of on and off relationship; mentions of abandonment issues; mentions of cheating; brief, non-graphic description of past sexual encounter (below waist penetration but not specified where, choking).

Word Count: 2,676

At some point in every long term relationship, the people in it find themselves purchasing their first vehicle together. No matter if it’s brand new right off the lot or an older model that a buddy is trying to get rid of, it’s a huge milestone for any couple.

That time had finally come for you and Eddie.

By now, duct tape and prayer were holding his van together. Your car may have been slightly newer and in better condition, it was at the point of breaking far more often than the two of you could really afford.

Regardless of why, it was an exciting time for both of you. Even getting a used vehicle, this was going to be the newest one either of you had ever owned. Not only that, but this was the first vehicle that Eddie was able to buy for himself, which was another huge milestone. Yes, the two of you were buying it together, but that was beside the point. You weren’t going to take that claim away from him since his van had been Wayne’s initially and was a roughly used hand me down.

Once a truck was found that you both fell in love with, you went ahead and traded your car in to help lower the down payment. That had been the plan with the van too until dealership took one look at it and laughed, so the two of you were on your own when it came to selling it.

Fortunately, it didn’t take long to find someone that was willing to give what Eddie was asking for it.

Unfortunately, this meant it had to be cleaned. And if there was one thing that had never happened to this van, it was a good deep cleaning.

Now, while Eddie had gotten better over the years when it came to tossing trash into the back, especially once he had stopped hanging out in there, he wasn’t always the best at remembering to throw things away later. There were still plenty of empty to-go cups, soda bottles, food wrappers, cans, cigarette packs, lighters and the like that had to be thrown away. It wasn’t anything gross, at least, except for a bottle of motor oil that had leaked right behind the driver’s seat.

Once all off the surface trash was out of the way, and the old blankets pulled out and examined before ultimately being thrown away, the van turned into a bit of a time capsule for the two of you. You both started finding things long thought lost, which brought on some reminiscing.

Ah, if this van could talk. She had seen a lot of things, both with and without you at Eddie’s side.

You both were in great moods as the day progressed, made even better by sharing one last joint then making out in the back for old time’s sake. But shortly after that while at the peak of your high, you found something at the bottom of the glove compartment.

When you first saw it, you weren’t really sure what it was. Once you picked it up, you could tell by the feel of it that it was some kind of flimsy fabric that had been wadded up into a ball. After carefully unwinding the fabric from the ball, you held it up with both hands to look at.It took a moment, but you eventually realized what it was that you were holding.

“Hey Eddie?” you said, slowly turning in the passenger seat towards the back of the van.

“Yeah?”

“Look what I found,” you said.

Eddie looked over to see what you were talking about.

It took him a moment as well, but when he realized what exactly it was that you were holding, all the color drained from his face.

It was a pair of mesh thong panties that had been torn open down the sides.

“Sweetheart, I promise those are from before we got back together,” Eddie said instantly, panic all over his face, his tone frantic.

From the look on Eddie’s face, you could see the life you two had built together flashing before his eyes.

The relationship you and Eddie had was a complicated one that was hard to describe.

Really, the easiest way to explain it is by saying it was very easy for the two of you to get together but very hard for you to stay together.

The two of you had been friends since high school. Back in those days, you were good friends but not best friends thanks to people you both dated during those years. This was due to the feelings you both had for each other that were obvious to everyone except for yourselves. The people you dated could see it just as easily as anyone else and didn’t like it.

Not too long after Eddie graduated, you both found yourselves single at the same time and you decided to make your feelings known. Eddie wasn’t about to pass up that opportunity, instantly reciprocated and the two of you had an amazing relationship that lasted for just a little over six months before he ended it suddenly without any explanation at the time.

Over the course of the next three years, the two of you found yourselves drawn back to each other repeatedly. In that time period, you made three more serious attempts to date, made a run at trying to just be friends again, and went through phases as each other’s regular booty call.

But no matter what kind of relationship you two tried to have, it would end shortly after it started and you’d go a long period without speaking.

Now, to be fair, it wasn’t always Eddie who ended things. You ended it your fair share of times, too. If something wasn’t working or making you happy, you had no problem with removing yourself from a situation and moving on, even when it came to him.

But, no matter who ended it, every time the two of you parted ways, it was always over something that didn’t really matter in the long run. It was never anything big, nothing serious, nothing that should permanently kill a relationship. And while you two were madly in love with each other, you were always at different places in life. It was the never right time.

Eventually, you found yourself in a relationship for nearly four years and lost all contact with Eddie for the duration of it. But one particularly rough night near the end of it, you found yourself having a pretty drastic realization. The only time you had ever been happy with someone, really truly happy and not just lying to yourself, was with Eddie.

Unbeknownst to you at the time, Eddie had the exact same realization roughly in the same time period after getting ditched by his date at a party where he knew no one and had no ride home since he rode with his date. He ended up having to call Steve to come rescue him.

A few weeks later, while you were working up the courage to reach out to Eddie, he made contact with you first.

That was a little over three years ago. You two had been together ever since.

But just because you two hadn’t broken up yet didn’t mean things had been easy. The biggest drawback to finally getting with someone you’ve been on and off with for years is the abandonment issues you both have left over from all those breakups before. After three years, and a lot of communication, you two had made a lot of progress, though it was still something you two were actively working on, tackling things together whenever they came up.

But one thing you had never worried about with Eddie was cheating. Eddie was the one person you always trusted implicitly. You actually had more of a sordid past than he did, having cheated on multiple partners while he said he had never cheated on even one. You believed him. Even the mere idea of him cheating never crossed your mind.

By this point, Eddie had completely discarded what he was working on at the back of the van to scramble up on his knees to where you were seated sideways in the passenger seat. He looked absolutely panicked, his eyes wide and filled with fear as he gazed into yours.

“Please, please believe me, Y/N,” Eddie said, cupping your face in his hands, his voice cracking. “I would never, ever do that to anyone, but especially not you.”

He looked so scared, so terrified, his tone heavy with a desperate plea.

And it was at that exact moment you started laughing.

It wasn’t just any kind of laugh, it was one of those laughing fits that soon had you nearly doubled over with tears streaming down your face.

Eddie leaned back a bit in surprise, his hands dropping down from your face to rest on your shoulders. A worried crease appeared between his eyebrows. He didn’t say anything until after your laughter had calmed down, just watched you with a helpless look on his face.

“Sweetheart?” he said, tentatively reached up with one hand to touch your cheek again lightly. “What-“

The question was cut off when you grabbed a handful of his shirt, pulled him closer and kissed him.

Eddie was so stunned he didn’t even kiss you back.

As you pulled away, you took one look at his expression, which was now a mixture of worry, panic, shock and now the fear that you’d finally lost it, and you could feel the laughing fit rising up again. You managed to suppress it down to a fit of giggles.

“They’re mine, you dumbass,” you said, giggling madly and grinning at him.

All of the expressions on Eddie’s face were instantly wiped away and replaced by one of deep confusion.

“Yours?”

You nodded.

Once you had realized what it was that you were holding, you instantly recognized the pair and remembered the night you lost them. You were just surprised he still had them after all this time. It happened many years ago during the second attempt you two made to date.

The two of you had gone to a friend’s birthday party together, making a date of it. As soon as you got in the van when he picked you up, the air had been sparking. It was the first time you had seen each other in a couple of months and the energy between you was electric, the sexual tension as strong as you’d ever felt it.

You both had known days ago when you made these plans how this night would end. If there was one thing you and Eddie had always, always been in perfect sync on, it was sex. Your energies matched perfectly, your bodies fit together as if they were made for each other. The intense passion mixed with rabid lust was always earth shaking. After your first night together, it was almost like you craved each other.

The two of you spent most of the party teasing each other. When the two of you finally left, Eddie couldn’t wait to get back to your place, much less into the back of his van. He pulled over to park on a secluded road and barely got it into park before he was dragging you over to straddle him in the driver’s seat. It was a bit tricky getting your pants off, but the two of you managed, only honking the horn a couple of times in the process. For whatever reason, you didn’t take your panties off at the same time, and they were soon ripped off you.

While you knew that probably wouldn’t jog his memory right away if you told him all that, you knew one particular thing about that night that definitely would.

“Remember when we discovered I like being choked?” you asked, grinning.

It only took a second before Eddie completely relaxed and his face broke into a wide grin.

“Holy shit,” he said, his eyes lighting up with the memory.

Shortly after Eddie ripped your panties off, you had been riding him when he suddenly grabbed you by the throat and leaned you back against the steering wheel to arch your chest out towards him. It was the first time anyone had ever grabbed you by the throat and you absolutely loved it. This became immediately obvious to Eddie when you cried out and clenched around him in a surprise orgasm. He wasn’t too far behind you after that.

“Now I remember,” he said, taking the pair of torn panties from you to look them over. “When I was leaving your place the next day, I saw them on the floorboard. I thought about going back in to give them to you but decided to keep them.”

To anyone else, that would’ve sounded weird, but for you, it made your heart skip a beat.

“Why?” you asked.

Eddie shrugged, a regretful look on his face as he looked up to meet your gaze.

“I was already freaking out again about how much I felt for you,” he said. “And I knew I was fixing to run away again because of it.” He shrugged again. “So, I wanted to make sure I had something of yours when that happened.”

Just a few days after that party, Eddie had suddenly stopped speaking to you again.

You smiled softly, and reached out to brush some stray curls out of his face.

“Good thing we don’t have to worry about that anymore, huh?” you said, then leaned forward to kiss him again, which he eagerly returned this time.

“Yup,” he agreed, then grinned. “We’re on a lease together and now a car loan. You’re kinda stuck with me.”

“And there’s no one else I’d rather be stuck with,” you said happily.

After another slow, deep kiss, Eddie looked back down at the torn panties in his hand and grinned.

You watched as he balled them back up and leaned to one side so he could shove them into his pocket.

“Seriously?” you said, then laughed and pointed in the direction of your shared apartment. “You do realize I have a whole drawer full of those, right?”

“Believe me, I know,” he said, smirking. “But you always throw the torn ones away before I get the chance to grab a pair.”

Now that one got an eyebrow raise out of you.

“Why in the hell would you want a torn pair?” you asked, a bit confused by the idea since you couldn’t wear them again.

“Because these I’ve actually torn off to fuck you,” he said. “That means they’re lucky.”

You started laughing.

“Wait a second,” you said, a grin on your face. “Because you got lucky means they are lucky?”

“Hell yeah it does,” he grinned, then started moving back towards the area of the van he was working on. “And since you got lucky too that night, I’d say that makes them lucky for both of us.”

It was a pretty sound thread of Eddie Logic that was hard to argue.

The two of you went back to cleaning and it was a few minutes before either of you spoke again.

“Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“You do know that if you find any others that aren’t yours, they were from before us, right?”

You turned and found him looking at you from the back of the van, a worried expression on his face.

You had never once worried about Eddie cheating on you, you certainly weren’t about to start now.

“Don’t worry, baby, I know,” you said, smiling warmly at him before switching to a playful grin. “But I will make fun of you for it if I do.”

Eddie started laughing.

“That’s fine by me, sweetheart,” he said grinning at you.

In the end, that was the only pair of panties either of you found while cleaning out the van.

Eddie Munson Taglist: @eddie-swhore @bmunson86 @tayhar811

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galaxygirl8880 · 4 months

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My gift to you?

'Galaxy's 4am thoughts'

I grouped together a bunch of smaller drafts and stuck them in one post. They aren't in any particular order soo-

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Beacrox except he's reacting to American school lunches

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Hello

HOLY SHIT I FIGURED OUT HOW TO LINK STUFF YOU GUYS ARE FINALLY GETTING A MASTEPOST

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What if somehow Cale threatens gets the GoD to give him some Disney moves on a recording device and the kids watch frozen 1 while at the Henituse estate and end up bullying Hans for the next two days and he's crying and curled up into a ball in the corner while they t-pose as cats.

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"Young Master, how old are you?"

"19-"

"what? you're 20?"

"...I missed my birthday- why didn't anyone tell me??"

"THATS NOT SOMETHING WE SHOULD REMIND YOU OF-"

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Og! Cale 16 years old throwing a wine bottle at the new Henituse painting (in the middle of the night) and a servant(s) watching in the background assuming he's drunk but Cale hits bullseye at his own spot in the portrait, not Violan or Basen like they thought he would effectively destroying it and leaving the other three (or would it be four now?) untouched.

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Cale's strength depends on loony tunes rules

He's only strong when it'd be funny. No he can't carry all three kids at the same time for very long, but he can obviously bodily slam the white star into the concrete when he looks at him funny.

He can pick up Choi han and bolt when alberu tries to get him to work, but he can't pick up one of lock's lightest training weights

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What if someone shouts for yoo joonghyuk and both he and Kim dokja turn to respond.

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Basic thing I will expand on

Cale has no memories bc he was reborn

Instead he gets skill called something like "commander's will" which lets him access an interesting power that's either his ancient powers or an aura that boosts his companions abilities a ridiculous amount or his super shiney shield but stronger or idk

Either way his companions, who actually didn't know that that was Cale but reincarnated, cry at the sight of their red-head commander shadowing the person that was so similar.

Something like that

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Omg guys rejoice im actually uploading!!

Do you want the new-ish posts in the Master post???

#tcf #trash of the count's family #lout of the counts family #lout of the count’s family #lcf #cale henituse #choi han #raon miru #tcf beacrox #beacrox molan #tcf fic idea #tcf fic #tcf hong #tcf ohn #og!cale henituse #henituse family

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kawaiikenna · 1 year

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Angry Dragons are Never Good

AO3 link for anyone that’s interested. ^w^ Here’s the original prompt and posting if y’all want.

Danny could tell that he was destroying things and hurting people. His core aches at every person he can hear scream and building crashing down. He was clinging onto the barest sliver of sentience through the painfully blinding rage that burned in his chest and tore at his soul. His mind’s eye was hazy and he could only catch snippets of what was happening and what he was doing. Initially Danny had been in Amity but within the last…hour? He thinks it’s been an hour. But within that time he fled from his hometown and was now in the outskirts of a much larger city.

There were also people. At first they all ran away from him screaming. Good, that way he couldn’t accidentally hurt more than he had already. But soon after that a new group of people came. They threw weapons and shot guns at Danny’s gleaming white hide. No mortal weapon could harm him in this form. If anything, it just annoyed and aggravated him further, making him rampage more violently. More people came and tried to hurt Danny. Some of it worked, but most did not.

Danny struggled to keep conscious but once they started throwing magic at him it was a lost battle. The magic was hurting him and binding his wings. So he switched forms. Though still a dragon, his bright white scales became black as pitch and he felt gravity take a hold of him again. The attacking people didn’t stop. Instead they tried harder to hurt him. They bound his wings further, making it impossible to move them. They tethered him down to the earth. Muzzled him when he had tried to snap at a few of the people that approached. Now everything hurt and he just wanted it to stop. Just stop! Please, it hurts! It hurts! Stop, stop, stopstop STOP !

And suddenly it did.

The blazing rage receded and the cool balm of his core started working on healing his injuries. Danny felt himself start to shrink and become smaller, closer to his original size. The magic binding him tried to adapt to his sudden size change but instead of tightly holding and wrapping around him, it instead looped loosely around his much smaller body. And now that the rage and anger had completely vanished, anxiety and panic flooded through him. He had hurt people. Even if it wasn’t intentional he had hurt people. That went against every instinct that he had had from the moment his accident had happened.

Danny falls to the ground in a crumpled heap. He somewhat succeeds in sitting up. His first thought is that he’s back in Phantom form. His second thought immediately after that was to get the amulet off as soon as he possibly could. So he reaches towards his neck and pulls at the golden chain. The serpentine eye glinting in the low light of the polluted city. Almost as if it was maliciously mocking him.

It doesn’t budge. It’s not moving. Why isn’t it moving?

His panicked breathing hitches and picks up. His hands start to shake uncontrollably. He pulls again, this time trying to put as much strength into the gesture as possible. The cold metal chain only bites further into his skin.

No! Nononono, no! He has to get it off! He has to keep everyone safe and he isn’t safe with this thing clasped around his neck. He has to get it off. He has to get it off. He hAS TO GET-

An unfamiliar set of hands try to help him. Danny jerks out of their grasp. “NO!” Danny yells, his Wail tinged the word. It knocks back whoever was in front of him a few steps and rattles whatever debris around him. Tears are freely flowing down his face to drip to the ground or onto himself. When had he started crying?

The set of hands approach again and hover in front of the teen. Danny looks past the hands to see a bedraggled blond haired man in a rumpled trench coat with tired eyes. He’s saying something but Danny can’t hear him over the ringing in his ears. More tears well in the panicking teen’s eyes as he lets out a broken sob.

“I didn’t mean to hurt everyone! I don’t want to hurt anyone!” Danny harshly pulls at the golden chain around his throat. “I just want it off. I just want it off! But it won’t come off! Why won’t it come off?” Another sob wracked his body as Danny stops pulling at the amulet and just grasps it limply instead.

The man in the trench coat offers a hand and says something again. Danny still can’t understand what he’s saying, but the emotions he’s detecting are calm and reassuring. So he eyes the hand but doesn’t do anything other than sob brokenly and pull at the chain with less and less strength. And before he knows it the amulet drops from around his neck and lays uselessly in Danny’s hands and across his lap.

Utter relief floods through him. Then absolute terror before he throws the now broken amulet in a random direction and tries to get further away. Danny stumbles two steps before he runs face first into someone, therefore losing what balance he had. The person he ran into holds him up, gently supporting Danny to stand.

The teen’s blurred vision makes out a leather jacket and the color red. But there’s something soothing about this person. Something that sings safe to Danny’s distressed core. So the extremely exhausted teen winds his arms around a strong torso, grips fistfuls of leather, and fully collapses into this safe person. Not even a moment passes before Danny has slipped into the blissful realm of sleep and unconsciousness.

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cafe-7-dream · 4 months

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Little Lies

Note(s): Happy Holidays! Here’s my gift for y’all, hope it’s good since it hasn’t been beta-read. Hope y’all like it! I’m a bit nervous to post this, it’s my baby after all, but hey, what can I say? I’m delusional about Andy Park. ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ Word count: 6k Warning(s): spying and recording? (it’s not nefarious) jail and prison sentence mentions, swearing, insecure/negative thoughts, talk of wanting to die, panic attacks, mention of throwing up

Jisung knew it was wrong, but what you don’t know can't kill you, am I right?

He knew spying was morally— and probably legally— wrong. Throw the metaphorical cherry of recording on top of the oh-yeah-this-is-definitely-wrong-sundae, and voila! A prison sentence!

Jisung didn’t want to go to jail, but he didn’t want to stop recording your sick skating tricks either.

If you are in a public space, you should expect your privacy to be violated! It’s common sense!

This is the defence Jisung just made up on the spot to spit out if you catch him red-handed with his borrowed camcorder in hand. Thankfully, he doesn’t end up having to use them since you are too focused on landing correctly and picking up speed on your board to notice him by the chain-link fence around the skate park.

The skate park is near the public basketball court where Jisung’s (self-proclaimed) best friend, Chenle, is currently too busy shooting hoops to notice that Jisung has wandered off. Lucky him, because Jisung could already imagine the teasing he would have to endure over filming a “pretty stranger”. He was only interested in the artistry thank you very much!

Okay, maybe that was a little lie.

But it doesn’t matter. You are just a passerby in Jisung’s life, only never forgotten by the footage he films secretly.

Or are you?

It’d seem fate was on Jisung’s side, or against him, because you were at the skatepark once again the next Saturday. And the Saturday after that, and the one after that—you get the picture.

Jisung would encourage Chenle and the rest of his basketball club friends, vice-captain Jeno and captain Mark, to play street ball at the public court just so he could have a valid excuse as to why he also showed up near the skatepark every Saturday like clockwork.

It became a comfortable routine at one point.

But all good things must come to an end, and Jisung wasn’t surprised that Donghyuck was the one to cause it.

“So that’s the person you fancy, ey?” Donghyuck—or Haechan that he keeps insisting on being called instead of his legal name— asked in his trademarked teasing tone.

Jisung jumped, caught red-handed with the camcorder pointed at you instead of the unofficial basketball match going on behind him.

“What? No!” Jisung tried to defend himself.

But this was Haechan, so naturally, it was in vain. Haechan was a bloodhound at sniffing out gossip and rumours. He had to be, he claims, because he’s the school’s radio show host and the newscaster in the broadcasting club which Jisung also was a part of. That’s where he got his borrowed camcorder from.

“Oh-ho?” Haechan annoyingly wiggled his eyebrows. “Then you wouldn’t mind me going over there, right?”

Jisung wished the ground would just swallow him up right then and there.

Haechan was a known flirt, so Jisung knew that Haechan had no shame in trying to sweet-talk a stranger.

That’d be embarrassing enough, but what if you actually fell for his charms?

That’d feel ten times worse, even though Jisung was already resigned to his fate as a passerby in your life.

Over these past few weeks, he had indeed started fancying you, little by little. He knew he only liked the idea of you and was terrified of getting to know you and getting his perfect concept of you in his head destroyed.

But Jisung was still a teenage boy with pride.

“No, of course not.”

And a liar.

“Sweet! Be right back!” Haechan took off before Jisung could falter and stop him.

Jisung cursed his fate—and his “friends”.

This was not how he planned nor expected this Saturday to go. Why did Haechan have to force himself to tag along when he never had before? He had claimed that nothing was interesting about three sweaty boys playing with balls so why did he change his mind now?

Jisung didn’t find them that interesting either, but he was grateful that they were too competitive and hyper-focused on the game to notice him wandering off.

Jisung’s body froze.

Had they noticed? Had they spotted him while his attention was diverted?? Is that why Haechan already knew that Jisung had been transfixed by you before???

Oh no, oh no.

Jisung couldn’t believe this.

When he turned around towards the court, he saw Chenle, Jeno and Mark all coming over, abandoning their game.

“So, Haechan’s picking them up for you?” Chenle asked between taking gulps of water from his water bottle.

“Or is he being a brat and picking them up for himself?” Jeno tagged on as he wiped the sweat from his brow with his shirt.

“No way, Haechan wouldn’t do that!” Mark defended. “Not to our baby Jisungie anyways.”

Jisung prayed to God for the strength to endure these assholes.

Tattletales, the lot of them.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Jisung lied through his teeth.

“Oh yeah, sure.” Chenle grinned provokingly. “You definitely haven’t been scoping them out every time we have gone here for the past month. It must’ve been someone else.”

“A ghost, maybe.”

A chill went down Jisung’s spine, but he couldn’t pinpoint why.

Was it because Mark thoughtlessly mentioned ghosts despite knowing damn well that Jisung was scared shitless of the supernatural?

Was it because he now knew that he’d been spied upon this last month without his knowledge?

Was it because Haechan was pointing at him while talking to you?

Wait, what?

Jisung turned his attention back to you two, and sure enough, you were now watching him because Haechan was stupidly pointing him out.

Incredible. Amazing. Show-stopping. Spectacular.

Jisung respected Haechan dearly for his extrovertedness— he’s the only extrovert in the friend group besides Jaemin when he’s high from caffeine— but he kinda wished Haechan could break an arm or something at this very moment so they could flee the scene and never come back.

Preferably right now.

Alas, Haechan waved them over and his other treacherous friends grabbed him by the shoulders so he couldn’t bolt and drag him over to you.

Jisung’s mind and heart raced but he couldn’t get his stupid legs to obey him to take him far away.

They just limply kept taking him closer and closer to his impending doom.

What a funny view this must’ve been for you.

A lanky boy being almost entirely dragged by the friends that he towers over and should by all means be assumed stronger than when he’s actually the weakest strength-wise in the friend group.

Jisung hates his life.

Jisung’s legs and heart finally freeze, but he’s already near you now.

You, who is talking to him?

“You want to learn how to skate?”

No.

“Yes.”

Oh my god, you idiot.

“Oh cool, do you have a board?”

No!

“Yes?”

Jisung seemed to be short-circuiting because he couldn’t seem to say what he thought in his head, it all came out opposite to what he wanted!

“He didn’t bring it today,” Jeno fortunately lied to save him.

”Yeah, he promised to play ball with us!” Mark unfortunately lied when it’s obvious just by looking at them that Jisung was the only one not sweaty.

“I noticed you skate really well, and since none of us know how to and can’t teach Jisungie, maybe you could help out?” Haechan dramatically clasped his hands together and flashed puppy eyes.

God, smite him now.

Jisung doesn’t care whether he goes to heaven or hell, he just wants to disappear.

“Of course!”

Scratch that, bring it back, what was that?

Did you agree? And you don’t even seem the least creeped out that strangers are boldly asking you for a favour!

“Great, thanks!” Haechan patted Jisung on the back in either support or mockery. “We’ll be right over there at the court so just scream if he breaks something!”

Jisung’s friends scampered off before he could get a word in. Not that he could, since he was standing tongue-tied before you.

“So, you got a board. Do you know how to ride it yet?” You ask.

“No,” Jisung dumbly answers. Great. Now you’ll definitely see through his lies.

“Ah, a kind of I-will-learn-how-to-later purchase? I get you, I was the same way.”

You’re either incredibly kind by not calling Jisung out on his lies, or incredibly stupid.

Jisung preferred to imagine it to be kindness over stupidity. Or maybe not, since it meant you only played along despite knowing that he’s a seemingly compulsive liar.

“Well, we’ll start with learning how to balance and then go from there, it’s the most important basic of skating.” You place your board by Jisung’s shoes. “Place your feet near the ends of the board, your toes between the screws.”

Oh god, it slipped Jisung’s mind that he’d have to get on the board. He forgot that he couldn’t do this; he couldn’t even ride a bike properly yet! The last time he tried, another bike rider got pissy with him because he couldn’t ride in a straight line and kept swaying this way and that!

“It’s okay, I gotcha,” you said as you held your hands out for stability.

Jisung automatically placed his shaky hands in yours and stepped one foot on the board by the screws as you instructed. You swiftly placed your foot by the wheels on the other end, securing it in place.

“Good, now the other one.”

Jisung must look so stupid right now, shaky without even having both feet above the ground.

He’s grateful that you are nicer and more patient than he could ever have imagined.

Jisung bit the bullet and jumped fully on the board. It creaked beneath his feet but didn’t go anywhere. Jisung noticed that he had your hands in a death grip and tried to relax his grasp without much success.

“Good! Now, bend your knees slightly.”

Jisung’s heart was about to burst out of his chest, but he did as you asked either way.

“Find the centre of gravity. Balance your weight until you find it.”

Jisung shuffled a bit until he thought he could let go of your hands and not immediately faceplant. He did, indeed, let go once he realized that his hands were starting to get sweaty.

“You are doing great! Okay, now lock your knees in place.”

Oh god, you’re not about to do what he thinks you’re about to do, right?

You placed your hands on his hips and pushed him. The wheels turned and the board went shakily forward.

Jisung immediately felt himself losing his balance and reached out for anything to steady him. Your shoulders end up being just that thing, and he gripped on tight.

“You’re doing amazing!”

Physically? He hasn’t broken a bone yet.

Mentally? In absolute shambles.

Hotel? Trivago.

Now’s not the time for jokes, Jisung is about to meet his maker!

The board continued to go forward despite Jisung’s prayers and he continued to hold onto you, his only saving grace from a hospital trip. It continued like that for what felt like a lifetime, but probably was only a few minutes in reality.

You helped him get off the board eventually, and Jisung had never been more grateful to stand on firm ground before.

“Good job! Same time next week?” You asked.

“Yeah,” Jisung breathlessly agreed before his mind processed the question.

“Great! Bring your board,” you cut in before Jisung’s mind caught up. “Oh, and a helmet and knee and elbow pads if you have them? I usually don’t use them unless I’m attempting a new trick that I know I’m going to fail several times before landing so I didn’t bring them today but I’ll bring them with me next week so you can borrow them if you don’t have any yet. You should invest in some though!”

Jisung is still coming down from the adrenaline of his near-death experience when you bid goodbye and ride off into the sunset. Literally. The sun had already set by now.

It was only on the bus on the way home that everything clicked into place and Jisung realised that he just agreed to put his life in danger again.

Risking his life only to spend time with a pretty passerby.

What has he gotten himself into?

What has he gotten himself into, indeed, Jisung wondered as he stood in a skate shop Friday evening after school, a mere day away from your promised meet-up.

His friends—all six of them this time— explored the shop and advised him on which board to buy despite knowing jack shit about skating, just like him.

“No, this one is prettier,” Haechan argued loudly.

“Pretty isn’t the point, function is,” Renjun argued back. “And even if it was, then that one would totally win.”

Poor Jisung’s eardrums; why Renjun kept taking the bait leading to arguments with Haechan, he’ll never understand.

Jisung had planned, before everything went ape-shit, to have a chill Friday night spent either sleeping early or gaming late, whichever caught his fancy. Instead, he’s blowing money just to spend time with someone he likes. Can he even say he likes you when he’s only spoken a few words to you? Jisung doesn’t know. He just wants to buy a board and get out of there.

“How about this one?” Jaemin asked as he pointed to a board on the wall filled with racks of them.

“Let’s just ask an employee, none of us knows what we’re looking for.” Mark, in his senior wisdom, replied.

And that’s precisely what they did, or rather, what Jeno ended up doing instead of Jisung as he was too intimidated to ask the clerk on his own.

At least he walked out of that store with the new purchase secured in hand.

Mission accomplished.

Now onto the next mission: not losing his one and only life. -

“I have a competition coming up.”

“Hmm?”

You and Jisung were currently taking a break, sitting on the ramp and eating snacks.

Jisung was finally comfortable enough to skate around without assistance, but he valued his life enough to not attempt to do any tricks. Or make a move on you.

He’s finally gotten over being tongue-tied and could honestly call you a friend now. A friend that he had a crush on. But he wouldn’t dare mention that to anyone but his six other friends who already knew of this.

“-u listening, Jisungie?”

No, he wasn’t, and now he was distracted by the nickname you picked up from Haechan. “Jisungie” was the only name you ever called him by, which made him wonder if you thought that was his real name.

“No?” Jisung shyly admitted.

“I swear, sometimes I wonder what goes on inside your head. Like that time you had beef with a tree.”

You laughed. God, how pathetic Jisung is to love to be laughed at, as long as you are happy.

“What? Don’t you know that trees are rude? Try talking to one and you’ll see.”

You laugh harder, and Jisung smiles wider.

“As I was saying: I have a competition coming up and wonder if you want to come and watch?”

“Of course!”

“Cool! It’s in two weeks on Saturday so I can’t see you next week because I have to practice.”

Jisung could feel his heart sink a little.

“Yeah, I gotcha. Don’t worry about it.”

“You could bring your camcorder if you don’t think it’ll be broken by a stray skateboard.”

Jisung’s heart picked up the pace. How did you know he had a camcorder?

“I’ve seen you before, filming me. I thought it was because you thought skating was cool at first, and then thought that you used the footage to study how to skate on your own when your friend approached me about teaching you how to. Either way, I’m cool with it so don’t worry if you chose to not bring it with you because you thought I would think it would be awkward or creepy or anything!”

Oh my god, you knew about him filming you! And you were cool with it! You were truly incredibly kind!

“Yeah, I could bring it and film you winning and then make a tape about it that you can watch later when you want to relieve the moment.”

Why did Jisung just offer that?

“Really? That’d honestly be so cool! Are you sure?” You excitedly asked.

Jisung thought he might kiss you if he had to look at your hopeful face any longer so he looked away.

“Of course, it’s nothing much. I could probably have it ready the week after the competition, in time for our next meet-up.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask, but is it really okay that I take over your Saturday every week?” You asked. “You don’t have anything better you would rather be doing, right?”

“No, I like being with you,” Jisung said a bit too honestly. Shit. Would you think he’s weird?

“Cool, me too! You’re really fun to hang around with. There’s never a dull conversation, that’s for sure!”

Jisung smiled while he bit down on his red apple. -

Jisung could feel his veins pumping with adrenaline from where he stood in the crowd.

The skate park was packed with bystanders who came to watch the competition, and skaters were already warming up in the free space.

“Let’s try to find a better spot on higher ground, so we won’t only be seeing the backs of people’s heads,” Jaemin suggested.

Jaemin and Haechan tagged along without asking for permission first once they heard of where Jisung would be spending his Saturday. Secretly, Jisung was grateful that they came with him; he hates having to push through crowds alone.

Jisung held onto Jaemin’s backpack as Haechan led the makeshift train of three through the swarm. Finally, they found a good spot not too far away from the main event, but still less crowded with people.

“Full battery?” Haechan asked Jaemin when he took out a camcorder borrowed from the broadcast club from his backpack.

“I made sure to charge it completely since we’ll film for a long time. I think you said the competition would take about 3 hours?” Jaemin asked as he handed over a spare camcorder to Jisung to hold onto while he tried to untangle cords for the audio setup.

“That’s what Y/N said, anyways,” Jisung confirmed.

“It’s the finals!” Haechan excitedly said, despite never showing an interest in skating before. “How did we miss that someone from our school made it to the finals? This is a good scoop for next week’s broadcast!”

Haechan was always on the lookout for new and exciting topics to cover during his radio show. That he’d be the first to rope Jaemin and Jisung into helping out with camera work and audio was unsurprising. They were all in the broadcast club after all. Jisung didn’t mind. He was here for you, not Haechan. But it was still nice to not come alone.

“Imagine if they win?” Jaemin asked. “We’d be the first to cover the scoop.”

Jaemin was currently on his third coffee of the day, which meant that he was 127% more likely to indulge in Haechan’s antics. Or create his own.

“We have to be professional and impartial during the broadcast.” Haechan dutifully stated, like a liar. “But we all know who our Jisungie is hoping to win.”

Jisung could feel his cheeks warm up.

He couldn’t deny it, so he settled for saying, “Get ready, it’s starting soon.”

The skaters had finished their warmups and stood on standby. The local newscasters who were invited by the event organisers to host the competition introduced themselves and the course. They also explained the semi-final rankings and the 2/5/3 competition format–two 45-second-long runs that can net the highest score of 100 with the 5 best single trick attempts also scored out of 100 counting toward producing 3 top scores (the best run score out of the two attempts where flow and consistency matters and the 2 highest scoring single tricks)– before calling up the first contestant.

The first skater made their way up the ramp.

Haechan made a few comments on his own, but since he only researched the contestants and skating terminology a day before the event, he didn’t have much to add. Especially since the first skater wasn’t from their school or you.

The skater balanced their board with the tail on the ledge of the ramp.

The background music started.

The skater dropped down, the board picking up speed from the momentum.

Jisung was relegated to ensuring quality sound and audio since they all knew that if he was the cameraman, the footage would come out shaky from his nerves despite being behind the camera and not competing himself. He was quite happy with this task, however, since it meant that he could put headphones on in an attempt to drown out the booming music and cheers from the crowd. Jaemin was the assigned cameraman and he made sure to get clean footage of the contestants’ runs. Haechan made witty comments now and then, or just general statements about what was going on.

When the contestant from their school got their turn, Haechan instantly became more invested. Jisung could feel his heart in his throat the entire time, but he didn’t know if it was because he wanted their fellow classmate to do well, or because you were the next skater.

Once their classmate finished their run, Haechan continued his spirited spiel by introducing you. He had seen footage of your skating before by “borrowing” Jisung’s camcorder, so he was familiar with your style and had much more to say than the rest of the contestants. Jisung could already feel the upcoming headache of trying to edit the audio down.

You got ready and started your run with a drop-in just like every other contestant.

The drop from the ledge made Jisung’s heart drop to his stomach. He was more nervous than ever, but also elated to see you enjoying the wind in your face.

With the momentum built from the fall from the ramp, you did a basic ollie when flying over a bump.

Jisung leaned forward, mesmerized, when you flew into the air and the board stayed on your feet. You stuck the landing, and Jisung let out a relieved sigh. He was too on edge to relax entirely yet though. You still had 40 seconds left on this run and then another attempt.

Next, you did an ollie to get up on a rail and then slid down it.

35 seconds to go and you made another drop-in at the ramp on the other end of the course to pick up speed once again.

You may have gained a second wind, but Jisung felt winded already only from observing you. He was in disbelief over how effortlessly you make these tricks look when he knows for a fact that they are hard from how many times the other contestants failed or didn’t stick the landing while attempting similar tricks.

Jisung was utterly, and hopelessly in love with this side of you, fully concentrated on your craft.

You finished off your last run with a 180 ollie up a bump to rail and went down the rail with a frontside boardslide.

The crowd cheered as you rode past them. Your and Jisung’s eyes met, and he automatically sent you a thumbs up. You smiled and raised your fist at him in lieu of thanks.

Now that you were done with your runs, Jisung could rest easy, right?

Wrong.

Jisung hadn’t felt this much anticipation and anxiety since he reluctantly showed recordings of his dancing to his friends– all of whom he knew would encourage and support him–after they had begged and nagged him to show his dancing for months.

Did you win? Would you be disappointed if you lost?

You were the best out there, and that’s not just Jisung’s bias talking; he had to listen to Haechan excitedly discussing your performance. By the smile on Jaemin’s face, Jisung knew he enjoyed it too despite not caring about skating in general. Jaemin just tagged along to witness “a love story for the ages in progress”.

After the last contestants’ runs, there was a break where the judges would count up all the contestants’ scores.

Jisung sat anxiously at the edge of his seat the entire break. He didn’t have the stomach to eat or drink anything Jaemin or Haechan tried to feed him, it felt like he’d just throw it back up.

Eventually, the judges announced that the official rankings were ready.

Jisung had his heart in his throat the entire time they listed off 10th to 5th place. Neither you nor the guys’ classmate had been announced yet.

Finally, in second place, a familiar name was announced.

Jisung cheered and so did Haechan and Jaemin.

They almost couldn’t believe it!

Their classmate made it to second place!

In all their joy and cheer, they almost missed the announcement of first place.

Jisung didn’t, of course. His attention had been on you this entire time.

He watched as your face lit up and you skated forward to be awarded the first-place medal.

Jisung could feel hot tears start to prick his eyes out of overwhelment. He cried out and accepted the hugs that his friends offered him. Jisung felt on top of the world despite not having accomplished anything of his own yet.

He stuck around, waiting for you once Haechan left to annoy Renjun, wherever he was, and Jaemin went home to start editing the footage and audio.

“Hey.”

Jisung swivelled around, revealing you standing behind him.

“Hey, you were amazing out there. Congratulations!”

“Thanks,” you say with a bright smile. “I could only do so well because I had my lucky charm with me.”

Jisung’s ears perked up. Why had he never heard of this before?

“Lucky charm?”

“Yeah. You”

Jisung inhaled sharply and choked on nothing. You patted his back while laughing at his coughing form. Jisung could feel the heat in his face so he tried to get his breathing back to normal before attempting to salvage the situation.

“You can’t say stuff like that! My heart can’t take it,” he ended up saying a bit too honestly.

“Okay, okay,” you reply, still with a toothy smile on your face. “Didn’t know you would react like that, my bad.”

You and Jisung stared at each other in comfortable silence, drinking in the moment.

Jisung broke the silence, by thoughtlessly offering, “Want to grab ice cream?”

He could feel his breathing starting to get erratic again. It didn’t make it to a full-blown panic attack before you put him out of his misery.

“Of course!”

This was the best day in a long time.

This was the worst day in a long time.

“She was totally flirting with you, dude!” Haechan cornered Jisung one day before school started in the broadcasting club room to force out what happened after he left Jisung back at the skate park last Saturday.

“It’d be so romantic to confess at the end of the tape.” Jaemin tacked on, ever the romantic.

“This isn’t a rom-com.” Jisung bit out a little too harshly, but his adrenaline was pumping just at the mere thought of doing what he had just been suggested.

Jisung’s a coward; he fears a lot of things. Some are relatively common fears like heights, bugs, and ghosts. And this? Rejection after confession? That definitely topped the list right now.

“C’mon, Jisungie!” Haechan goaded. “This is the best way to confess, you don’t even have to look at them because you’re looking at the camera lens.”

“Plus, you get to redo it if it comes out wrong,” Jaemin added. “It’s the best way!”

“Mind your own business.” Jisung dismissively said despite his racing and turning thoughts. “We’re on in five.”

”This isn’t over!” Haechan got the last word in before settling down at the newscaster's desk and reading through his cue cards in anticipation of going live for the school's morning news.

Jisung’s mind wandered during school like it usually does. He was thinking about you which wasn’t unusual. But this time he was seriously considering and planning out his confession, which was a subject he had tried to not even think about before unless he would revert back to his nervous state around you again. Jisung wrote and rewrote a cue card during class and desperately hid them from his friends’ prying eyes during recess and lunch. He wanted to do this entirely on his own, with no input or interference from anyone else. Jisung wanted his confession to come straight from the heart, regardless of whether it turned out clumsy or not.

Jisung sat down at his desk at home to fine-tune his cue card for the last time before hitting record, the first of many takes.

Jisung knew he was worrying you.

This— his overthinking and jumpy nature— was exactly why he never seriously considered whether he had a shot with you or not, he knew that the thoughts would fray on his already anxiety-prone nerves.

“Are we going to talk about it?” You ask after he jumped away when you touched shoulders while sitting down on the ramp.

“Talk aBoUt what?”

Oh my God.

A voice crack? Really? Jisung was way past puberty by now!

“This?” You gesture.

“You just gestured to all of me.”

“Exactly!” You empathised. “You’re being jumpy, you haven’t been jumpy with me since like the first few times we met. Did something happen?”

“No.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No!” Jisung made you jump back with how fast he turned around to reassure you. “You haven’t done anything, I swear!”

And that was the truth. He was just scared of what you were going to do once you saw the tape on the USB that lies hidden in his backpack.

Were you going to hate him? Think that he was creepy? Finally cut ties with him after realising you are so way out of his league?

Jisung took a deep breath to still his negativity-prone mind like his therapist advised him to do when he gets stuck in a cycle of negative and unhelpful thoughts.

“It’s just-“ he tries but reconsiders. “The tape. That I’m supposed to give you.”

Jisung doesn’t know how to formulate this well without giving himself away.

“Do you need more time?” You ask.

“No, it’s done.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah.”

God. He sucked at this. Why was he so awkward?

“Then, can I have it? I promise to watch it the full way through since you put effort into it. I haven’t seen it yet but I bet it’s good, but only because you made it.”

You’re such an angel, too sweet for him. No, that is an unhelpful thought. You were kind, and that’s a fact. Even if you don’t feel the same way, you would let him down gently, Jisung was sure of it.

Your sweet encouragement got Jisung to move his body to take out the USB and hand it over to you.

“Let me know what you think next week. I’ve got to go home. Mom’s calling.”

A brave coward, that’s what Jisung was.

He couldn’t even look you in the eyes as he sprinted away from the skatepark.

It was actually getting pretty late, you had endured Jisung’s weird behaviour for longer than he would’ve thought. But that’s what you do, surprise him again and again with being a better person than what he could dare imagine. He just hoped you wouldn’t break his bare heart. He had an inkling that you would, no matter how gently you turned him down. -

Next week Jisung ran late to your usual scheduled time. He was usually early and the first to get there but this time he wasn’t as eager. He was in for a bad time, he could feel it in his gut.

Nevertheless, he didn’t want to stand you up so he dragged himself out of the house and on the bus to the skate park.

You were sitting on the ramp, doodling on the tape of your skateboard like you were prone to do. Each time you met up, the tape sported a new addition. Somehow, this show of normalcy eased Jisung’s heart a little.

When you heard Jisung’s shoes scraping against the gravel, you looked up and smiled at him.

Maybe you haven’t seen the tape yet?

You jumped down from the ramp and placed your pen on the board and pushed it towards Jisung.

It stopped a few feet away from him.

Jisung bent down to pick it up when he noticed the new doodle in red.

WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME?

YES NO

His lungs stopped functioning.

Were you serious? Have you actually seen the tape and thought Jisung was worth something? Have you seen something in him that you actually liked? Did you like-like him or did you just pity him? Were you going to laugh at him if he didn’t circle NO?

With shaky hands, Jisung circled YES.

He put the cap back on the pen and put it back on the board that he gently shoved back to you. He slowly raised himself back to his full height and eagerly drank in your reaction. It was hard to decipher your face, it’s like nothing gave way for whether you were going to kiss him next or burst out in laughter. Jisung doesn’t think he could take being laughed at right now.

You skate over to him, feet on the fresh graffiti and Jisung’s heart sinks to his stomach.

Ah, this was it then. You were going to tell him that it was all a joke and you didn’t like him back.

“Wassup, boyfriend?”

Jisung could feel tears start to prick his eyes.

He couldn’t do this.

Not now. Not here. Not with you.

“-Jisungie?”

Jisung couldn’t hear anything. He shut his eyes to try and limit the sensory overload.

He was spiralling and he knew it, but he couldn’t stop.

Suddenly he felt a soft warmth on his lips.

When he clocked back into reality, you were standing on your board, face inches from his.

“I said: do I have to kiss you to wake you up, Jisungie?”

“Yes.” Jisung breathlessly replied a beat too late.

You smiled at him and he could feel his cheeks warm up.

“Alrighty, you get another free for being cute.”

Jisung couldn’t start processing that you just called him cute to his face before the warmth was back on his lips.

This time, he was a little bit more prepared and kissed back.

When you pulled back, both sported toothy grins at each other.

“Be honest,” you whisper to not break the moment. “Do you actually like skating, or do you just like me?”

Jisung was a coward. And sometimes a liar.

“You.”

But sometimes he bravely told the truth.

#nct dream x reader #nct dream fluff #nct dream angst #park jisung x reader #jisung park x reader #jisung x reader #jisung park fluff #jisung park angst #jisung fluff #jisung angst #park jisung angst #park jisung fluff #my fics

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historia-vitae-magistras · 3 months

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Please let us be a part of your thoughts about francis childhood! 🥹

To begin, before the haute frogs get on my case for something, as always my takes are historical fiction or even more accurately historical fantasy and is me fitting together as many of my niche interests into a plotline as possible. It's not me slapping some iconoclast label on myself coming to destroy European values or whatever someone's going to put in the box this time. Yes they probably suck, yes I know I'm some uncultured turnip fucking inbred North American peasant. No, I don't really care. Just keep scrolling and let me post one thing about France without getting a six part message in the box.

So in 52 BC, little baby François pops into existence to his 'mother' (I don't do bio parents but they mimic human relationships) Parisii. She's a somewhat more minor figure, existing as a client-kingdom to the larger Senonii. Some dingbat working for a municipal archive mislabelled a coin as having a nymph-like feature on it and I had the absolutely brilliant idea to link maman up there with Mélusine from whom a lot of noble and royal families would claim descent. Rome, Lucius, has taken Greece, Hélène, to wife and wanted to claim François and continue expanding his role as pater familias. The representative of the Arverni or Gaul, whom I'm now thinking of as a somewhat more rugged version of adult François was trying to build a coalition to coparent the world's most high strung child kick out the Romans. But Lucius won, and Papa Gaul spent the rest of his life chugging Roman wine and being bitter. Parisii (really need a name here) and her bouncing baby boy became a favoured mistress and one of Lucius' favourite protégés.

He grows up the quintessential Roman boy. Bright, brutal and pure bonhomme. He's a handsome, fair boy. The spitting image of Arverni/Gaul but sleek and fair. He could throw a spear, recite Homer and picked out the most stylish sandals from Rome. He was perhaps the best debater of all the sons of Rome, a politician and social butterfly.

And he's a bitter disappointment to Arverni. François has always been able to ride a horse, fight and meet the metrics of cultural masculinity but his heart lay in the abstract and artistic. The arts, philosophy. His mother might be getting railed by his stepfather but François doesn't mind at all because Helene is regaling him with stories about Strabo, Plato, and Diogènes. He had a crush on the memory of Alexander the Great. But in all things, he was sociable. All the sunniness of his Mediterranean shore around people. He could charm his way out of the colleseum if he'd needed too. He's a leader in that way the charming and polished those following hardly notice until subjugated are.

#the ask box || probis pateo #francois || temperee par des chansons #I'd rather talk about current events than François because never in my life have i posted without a European francophone ger #get on my case #sigh #maybe posting this in the middle of the night helps

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victoria-coren-mitchell-stan · 7 months

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Rewatching Coraline and here are some things I've noticed so far:

-When Coraline goes to visit Mrs. Spink and Mrs. Forcable, the card on the top of the pile on the table is the five of hearts, but then the pot of candy is removed, it's a four of spades.

-The vehicle The Other Father is driving is a praying mantis, (pretty sure) which is ironic, considering he is killed by his 'wife' in technicality

-The 'Soul' Ring is shown during the performance scene when Coraline is picked up from the crowd

-The Other Mother's red outfit can be slightly seen under her normal clothes when asking Coraline to sew in buttons, possibly representing how her true colours are showing

-Coraline's Other Father has different glasses to her actual father

-The Mouse circus has a 'R' on the 'walls'

-The set of draws shown mere seconds into the film is the bug that blocks Coraline from the Door

-By the mirror where Coraline gets trapped, there is a painting of (I think) her house

-The mask Wybie uses when he pulls Coraline out of the mirror is the chicken oven glove used earlier by the Other Mother

-Coraline naturally has brown hair, shown in a photo after she realises her parents are missing and visits Spink & Forcible

-When Coraline's parents are shown in the mirror, her father is wearing glasses, even though Coraline used his glasses when making her fake parents. They are different types of glasses, though, so it's possible he just has two pairs.

-when Coraline goes through the portal, it's no longer blue and purple, possibly showing how the illusion has been broken.

-The wallpaper in the normal world is vaguely floral, whereas in the other world, it's of beetles.

-When the other mother's creations are destroyed, a sand like substance spills out. It could be a reference to how dry clay crumbles when broken as a link to the book

-Before the whole plot, the snow globe had two figures by the fountain, but when they 'break out' the figures are gone

-The thing holding up Coraline's picture of her friends is a preying mantis

-Coraline's trousers are patched up with the fabric from the star shirt she got from the Other Mother

-The well is designed to look a lot like the tunnel portal

-Coraline has a pinkish mark around her throat when they throw the Other Mother's hand into the well, but it is gone in the next scene, which is funny because a lot of characters have some kind of red 'ring' on them, like the dog's red collars and a bunch of other examples

That is all! I am fully aware that I'm probably wrong with multiple observations and that is okay :)

#coraline #niel gaiman #coraline film #coraline theories #I LOVE CORALINE ITS A MASTERPIECE

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gaymaramada · 1 year

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Now I’m Hopeless

Summary: Sonic tapped his foot incessantly, wracking his brain for any logical reasoning behind what had just happened that morning. It wasn’t his fault, right? No, it couldn’t have been. He was in the right. He had to be.

(Or: Sonic and Knuckles make it official - Knuckles is ecstatic and isn't afraid to show it, but Sonic begins to feel like he's biting off more than he can chew.)

Pairing: Boom! Sonic X Knuckles

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Language and a lil snippet of spiciness

Word Count: 5,481

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43370349

Sonic tapped his foot incessantly, wracking his brain for any logical reasoning behind what had just happened that morning. It wasn’t his fault, right? No, it couldn’t have been. He was in the right. He had to be.

A couple of weeks ago, he and Knuckles had been playing video games together, when out of nowhere, the echidna had paused the game and asked, “Hey, you wanna be my boyfriend?”

Sonic’s reaction was extremely graceful if he did say so himself, and he certainly hadn’t sputtered around his straw and snorted soda through his nose, leaving him coughing violently for the next three minutes. A very awkward conversation followed, consisting of Knuckles listing off every single moment where they’ve behaved like more than just casual bros, Sonic’s face burning hotter and hotter (and not from the soda in his sinuses), and an uncharacteristically sincere confession from the both of them, eventually leading to the two of them tying the knot.

Knuckles was absolutely delighted, immediately wanting to climb to the tallest mountain on the island and scream out into the horizon that he had a boyfriend, but Sonic was quick to stop him.

“We’ll just…take baby steps, okay?” He’d told him, “Y’know, keep things subtle before telling everybody that we’re dating.”

Knuckles had been a bit pouty about it but ultimately agreed, stating that he was down with “whatever makes my boyfriend more comfortable”, sending more blood to Sonic’s cheeks.

Several days had passed, and Sonic felt content. No, really, he did. By day, he was still smashing robots, enjoying lunch with his team, and playing soccer at the rec center. By evening, he and Knuckles would spend time together; hanging out at the beach, challenging each other to see who could throw the rock the farthest, and relaxing at his shack as the sun set. Things were good.

But then Knuckles had handed him a little blue flower he’d picked from the edge of the forest, his grin ecstatic as he told him “It looks like you!” before placing it behind the hedgehog’s ear without a care in the world.

And Sonic felt…weird. He’d felt something in his chest lurch, and his stomach was getting all tingly. His face was getting hot again, and he wanted to splash some ice water on it. He’d never felt like this before, and all the echidna had done was give him a flower. A flower! Who freaks out over a flower?!

Things got stranger as the days went on, and Knuckles was getting more and more comfortable with showing his affection: he often gave Sonic little trinkets — a random stone he’d found, a colorful leaf he’d picked up, even a scrap of metal from one of Eggman’s destroyed robots that kind of looked like a face — and had been getting very comfortable with running his mouth. Every other sentence he’d said to him was so insanely sincere : “Your laugh is really cute,” or “You okay? I can carry you if you want,” or “You’re super cool to be with, you know that?”

Contact had also been a growing habit. Every second he could, Knuckles had a hand on his back, his shoulder, his waist, even his face if he was able. It all seemed to be effortless, almost automatic to the echidna, as he didn’t seem to give it a second thought. Sonic, meanwhile, felt overloaded with the fluttering in his stomach starting to make him nauseous and his heart beating way too fast — which shouldn’t even be possible for him! Worst of all, he was beginning to feel eyes on him as people began to notice their intimate behavior. Whispers met the hedgehog’s ears, giggles echoed from across the block, and Sonic felt himself growing more and more anxious with every passing second.

So he confronted Knuckles, bringing him aside so they could discuss their agreement to be more discreet about their relationship. He told the other teen that he’d been getting a bit too handsy, and was starting to break his boundaries. Knuckles had given him a sheepish look, awkwardly apologizing for getting carried away but promising to tone it down a bit while in public, but Sonic wasn’t done. He didn’t want it to stop while in public, he wanted it to stop entirely.

That had made Knuckles’ face drop, and the tone of the conversation took a sudden turn, “Wait, what?”

“It’s just…too much, okay?” Sonic reasoned, “All the…the touching and the compliments and the gifts…it’s not necessary.”

“But…” Knuckles visibly deflated, “but I’m your boyfriend…right?”

Sonic’s stomach turned but he did his best to ignore it, “You are, but that doesn’t mean you need to be all lovey-dovey about it! We can just act the same way we always have, it’s just now we’re dating, you know? Keep it casual.”

“But I don’t want it to be the way it was!” Knuckles exclaimed, his shoulders rising again, now from frustration, “If I wanted that, I wouldn’t have asked you out! What’s the point of dating if we’re not gonna act like it?”

“Knux, I’m not a romantic person, okay?” Sonic pinched the bridge of his nose, trying desperately to ignore the heaviness in his chest, “We can still be together, I just don’t want it to be this obvious thing. I’ve got a reputation to uphold.”

Knuckles scoffed, actually scoffed like Sonic had said something blasphemous, “Your reputation? Dude, no one’s gonna care that you have a boyfriend! If anything, it makes you look cooler! Why wouldn’t you want to—”

And then he’d stopped, and Sonic felt something in his chest halt, too. The echidna’s brows furrowed, and his lips curled down into a frown, his jaw dropping just a bit lower. He huffed, blinking at the hedgehog as he stood up straight, shaking his head slightly in disbelief.

“You don’t want to be seen with me.”

It wasn’t a question. Knuckles’ voice had dropped significantly, his tone uncharacteristically flat. Sonic thought his heart would explode out of his chest, “…What?”

“You’re ashamed of me,” Knuckles reiterated, his face curling into a sneer, “That’s why you’ve been so weird about this. I mean, Gods forbid the whole town found out that you were in a relationship with the biggest meathead on the island, huh?”

Sonic’s heart dropped into his stomach, “H-hey, Knux, come on—”

“No! That’s it, isn’t it?” He raised his voice despite the waver that was forming within it, “You think I’m just some dumb trophy boy that you can brag about when people try to ask you out like ‘Oh, sorry, I have a boyfriend!’ but you won’t bother to tell them that it’s me, right?!”

Sonic felt guilt begin to pile up in his core. He panicked, “Knuckles, you’re blowing this way out of proportion—”

“Aha! Now you’re trying to gaslight me!” The echidna pointed, “You really do think I’m clueless!”

“Dude, I never said that—!”

“Yes, you have!” His voice cracked as his eyes went glassy, “Every time I make a mistake or do something stupid, you give me that look! That look like I don’t know anything! Like I’m only good for punching stuff! I may not be the sharpest hammer in the box, but I do have feelings, you know!”

Sonic felt cornered, both by Knuckles and the overwhelming emotions that were flooding his chest. Knuckles’ words felt like a stab to the heart, but he didn’t want to go into the complications of why. He was in a fight, and he had to win. The familiar taste of spite washed over his tongue, and he spoke without thinking, “Okay, well maybe you are an idiot! No one with more than two brain cells would ever jump to conclusions the way you’re doing! And by the way, it’s ‘sharpest knife in the drawer’! If you’re gonna argue with me, at least get your idioms right!”

Knuckles gasped dramatically, his hand going to his chest, and Sonic braced himself for a pair of fists — if this was how things were gonna go down, he would be ready for it. But that wasn’t what he got.

No, what he got was much worse.

A tear. Then two, then several more dripped down the other’s cheeks as his lip quivered. Violet eyes darted away from him as the echidna shrunk into himself, suddenly looking very, very small. When he spoke again, his voice was shaky and watery.

“I really thought you liked me.”

Sonic wanted to sink into the floor and rot.

Knuckles had run off after that, his face in his hands as crocodile tears fell off his chin. Sonic just stood there, not even watching him go, but just staring ahead toward nothing in particular.

What…what just happened?

And now, here he was, sitting on his porch bouncing his leg and working at his bottom lip. He’d calm down eventually, right? He’d understand what Sonic meant, and they could go back to normal, right?

Normal. What did that entail exactly? Was it limited to sideways glances and friendly pats on the back? Or did it include those softer moments, where he’d sink under the weight of a larger hand over his shoulder, his eyes fluttering as a thumb gently pressed against that one tender spot by his neck, or that giddy feeling he’d get upon hearing him laugh, knowing he’d been the one to bring him that joy, or those gentle smiles directed his way, followed by sweet words in a tone that could only be described as pure adoration?

Sonic’s ears caught the sound of a soft whimper, and it took him a second to realize that he was the one that made it. He swallowed, crossing and uncrossing his ankles as he fought with his pride, desperate for something to solidify his reasoning, to prove himself right.

There was nothing. All he discovered were three very real truths:

One: He had real, genuine feelings for Knuckles.

Two: He liked those feelings, and he craved them more.

Three: He’d just ruined his chances of ever feeling them again.

Sonic fell onto his back and shoved his hands in his face, kicking his legs furiously as he all but screamed into his palms.

Knuckles was nowhere to be found. Sonic asked all his friends, but apparently, none of them had seen him all day. He searched all around town, asking every person he saw if they’d passed by the red echidna. He zipped over to the nearby village and asked Earl if he’d seen him (he was also quick to shove him out of the way of an incoming horseshoe), but with no luck. He went to Gogoba village, hoping that maybe they’d seen him pass by (they hadn’t, but they said they’d be happy to help him look, it’s not like they had anything better to do like feed themselves or tend to the elderly or anything). Sonic even went so far as to bang on Eggman’s door to question the other’s whereabouts (Eggman had simply raised a brow and asked “Who the heck is Knuckles?”).

Hours later, the sun was beginning to set, and Sonic had no lead as to where the echidna could have gone. All his messages went unanswered. His nerves were shot, and it felt like there was a huge hole in the middle of his chest. He’d never messed up this bad before. He tried to wrack his brain for any other possible places Knuckles could be, but the nausea he was feeling was making it hard to think.

The hedgehog heaved a sigh. At this point, he may as well cut his losses and head back home. Maybe Knuckles would show back up in the morning. But then what? Would he still come by Meh Burger with the gang? Would he still fight alongside Sonic? Ugh, he could feel himself getting a headache.

Sonic turned back and prepared to dash back to his shack, his heart a heavy weight in his chest, when he heard something amongst the rustling leaves. A voice, gruff and grunting. A blue ear flicked curiously, and Sonic quietly made his way toward the source of the sound.

Not too far away, he found himself in a small clearing, one that he was sure he’d passed by on one of his runs before but had never given any second thought. Large boulders were scattered around the clearing in random places, and in the middle of them was none other than Knuckles, lifting each one and placing them back down again with a grunt.

On any other day, Sonic would have blinked in confusion, wondering just what the heck the echidna was up to. But right now, all judgment flew out the window as he ran up to the other excitedly, “Knux! There you are!”

The older boy turned at the voice, his expression curious, but it quickly dropped into a cold stare upon realizing who it belonged to before he turned back to the rocks. Sonic stopped in his tracks immediately, Knuckles’ expression feeling like a physical brunt against him. In all the time he’d spent searching for him, he’d almost forgotten why he’d run away in the first place. The young hero shifted on his feet, suddenly feeling alone in the clearing despite Knuckles’ presence.

He swallowed, then clicked his tongue, then buzzed his lips, then cleared his throat before eventually mustering the courage to speak, “So, uh…what’re you doing?”

For a long couple of seconds, the echidna didn’t answer him, and Sonic was ready to accept his fate of suffering the silent treatment. But then, the other finally responded in a low voice, “What’s it look like?”

“Uh,” Sonic scratched his cheek, “like you’re moving rocks around, I guess?”

Knuckles dropped another boulder, “Hmph. Congrats. You don’t need glasses.”

His voice was too low, Sonic noted. Too dry, almost monotone. Heck, Knuckles was giving Shadow a run for his money with how he was talking to him, and that was saying something. And the way he still refused to look over at him, to speak to him at all unless he’d been spoken to first?

Yeah. Sonic didn’t like this one bit.

He sucked in through his teeth, “So, hey, uh…you, um…y’know that feeling you get when you’re playing soccer, and you aim for the goal but then you miss it completely?”

No response. Roll with it, Sonic, roll with it, “And then, uh, like everyone on the team gets mad at you, and you try to tell them that you didn’t mean to miss, but it just kind of happened—”

“Sonic, if this is about this morning, I’d rather you didn’t try to talk about it through soccer metaphors,” Knuckles chided, lifting another boulder and tossing it over to his left. It was far away from where Sonic was standing, but he felt as if he’d just been violently crushed by it.

“Ah- yeah, uh,” The hedgehog felt stuck. He’d never seen Knuckles like this before; he’d seen him angry, sure, so angry that he’d considered working with Eggman a few times if it meant getting back at the person who’d wronged him. But this? This silent, cold apathy? He didn’t even know Knuckles was capable of that kind of anger.

“Knuckles, I…” He faltered, “Ugh, just…can you at least look at me?”

Knuckles tensed — and for a moment Sonic almost thought he saw guilt in his posture — before he sighed deeply and turned to face the other. He hardly looked any better than Sonic did, his eyes slightly pink and visibly exhausted. His expression was unreadable as he studied the hedgehog, looking him up and down a bit before meeting his eyes, “You, uh…been running?”

Sonic huffed out what was supposed to be a chuckle, but came out as more of an uncomfortable cough, “I mean…’s not much else I usually do.”

“Yeah,” Knuckles crossed his arms, his eyes darting elsewhere, “I guess.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Sonic shifted from one foot to the other, silently hoping — begging — for Knuckles to say something else. He didn’t want to be the one to break the silence. He didn’t want to mess up again.

“You know,” Knuckles started, and Sonic tried not to sigh with relief, “I’ve been thinking about what you said. About keeping things casual. And…I think I figured out the problem.”

Sonic swallowed, “…Really?”

“Maybe you were right: maybe I’ve been too overbearing,” He continued, “Too forward. I mean, I asked you out completely out of the blue. That had to have been awkward.”

Sonic’s shoulders slumped. He didn’t like where this was going.

“And since then, I’ve been so focused on my feelings that I didn’t even consider yours,” Knuckles said, his posture slouching just a bit, revealing the hurt he was feeling despite his cold tone, “I should have known that you wouldn’t want to be all…’lovey-dovey’ about us being together.”

He looked back up at Sonic, his expression somber yet definite, “But I do; sometimes, I want things to be stupid and cheesy and over-the-top because…because those feelings are good! I like them! I mean, yeah, it felt kind of silly to give you flowers or whatever, but it was worth it to see the look on your face! I…I want to be proud of us being together!”

His shoulders slumped, his frown deepening, “But you don’t. And I was dumb to have not noticed until now.”

Every word out of the echidna’s mouth was driving Sonic up the wall. He felt like screaming, like ripping his quills out of his head and going on a long, violent tangent to the other about how none of this was his fault. This was all Sonic: Sonic and his weird, stupid, aggravating need to not show anything to the world other than confidence and dry wit. Sonic didn’t do relationships, he didn’t do dating, he didn’t do anything that could risk his walls coming down even the slightest bit. It scared him. Loving scared him.

(Gods, and he thought Shadow was emo.)

Sonic’s mouth opened and closed like he was a fish, wanting desperately to say something but not being able to use his voice. Seeing his struggle made Knuckles sigh, “It’s okay, man, you don’t have to say anything. You weren’t wrong; I’m not that smart. So, you don’t have to feel bad about anything.”

“…’m not…” Sonic mumbled, feeling like absolute slime right now.

The moment was being drawn out into the awkward stage, and Knuckles awkwardly scratched the back of his head, “Look, uh…let’s just go home, okay? We can just put this behind us. No need to make things all weird or anything—”

“I’m a fucking asshole.”

That stopped him in his tracks, his eyes widening at the blunt comment from Sonic. Sonic hadn’t meant for it to come out that way, but now that he’d started, his lips moved faster than his head could keep up, “I’m…I’m not good at this, I-I never have been. I act like I’m a huge flirt with people but it’s always over the most shallow things. I’ve never actually had real feelings for anyone. I mean, yeah, there’s been the occasional crush, but it’s never been more than that. I’ve never felt as… weird as I do with you, like- like I’m about to throw up but in a good way? Or like I’ve been spindashing for way too long and suddenly I can’t stand up straight. I’m not used to it, and it freaked me out so I tried to fix it but I just made things worse and I panicked, I took it out on you, and then you ran away, and my chest really hurts now and it’s been hurting since this morning and I hate it and now I can’t stop talking tell me to stop—”

“Whoa whoa whoa, take it easy, dude,” Suddenly Knuckles was right in front of him, his hands (big, strong, grounding, safe) resting on his shoulders, “Take a breath. You’re good.”

Sonic breathed shakily, unable to look the other in the eyes and instead staring down at their feet. Already, he felt his nerves begin to calm down, just from having Knuckles there and holding him. He shut his eyes, his mind telling him to back away while his body was tempted to just fall into the other and let those safe arms cradle him as if he were a small child.

“Look,” Knuckles said, his voice careful and steady, “I…I’m not really good at this, either, so…if we’re gonna do this, you’re gonna have to give me a clear answer. No stalling, no dodging the question, just…be honest.”

Sonic sighed softly through his nose, finally mustering the courage to lift his head and look the other in the eye. Knuckles’ expression was neutral, his mouth pressed into a straight line, but there was something behind his eyes that seemed to be itching to come forward. He asked slowly, “Do…do you want me to be your boyfriend?”

There it was again: that same lurch in his chest. But this time, Sonic breathed with it, waiting it out, and soon he found that the feeling wasn’t as unpleasant as he’d made it out to be. It was still weird, but…it was good. Great, actually. He felt a smile tug at his lips that he hadn’t expected, and he immediately felt the urge to hide his face and brush it off. He chuckled awkwardly, averting his eyes, “I, …” Spit it out, hedgehog, “Yeah…I do.”

He looked up again, absolutely hating how awkward he knew his dopey grin probably looked right now. He couldn’t bring himself to care too much though as Knuckles’ face began to light up, “A lot, actually. I wanna be with you.”

Knuckles bit his lip, his face scrunching up a bit ( Cute, Sonic thought suddenly) as he tried to avoid breaking into the obvious grin he was holding back, “For real? Like, you really do? You’re not just messing with me?”

Sonic resisted the urge to roll his eyes, even if it would have been out of fondness, and sighed, “Dude, I— ugh, I just told you yes twice, what more do you need?”

Knuckles brow creased a bit, and he lifted his hands from Sonic’s shoulders (Sonic already missed their warmth) to poke his index fingers together timidly, the gesture looking so foreign on the buffed-out echidna, “Well…maybe we could…kiss?”

Oh.

Oh, okay.

Honestly, Sonic should have expected that. Knuckles literally just poured his heart out to him about his desire for affection. Still, the offer had caught him off guard and he swallowed, “Uh,”

“We don’t have to!” The taller boy assured him hastily, waving his hands back and forth, “I mean, if you don’t want, that’s totally fine! I’d like to. At some point. Not now, though. If you don’t want. But maybe soon. Or later. Or never, but I don’t really wanna wait that long, so—”

He yelped as Sonic pulled him down by his dreads. Knuckles couldn’t blame him, Sonic reasoned with himself, it wasn’t his fault the echidna was so damn tall. But even with him being forcefully bent down, the hedgehog still had to stand on the tips of his toes to reach the other’s face. The kiss was quick, just a brief peck, and Sonic wasn’t even sure if he’d actually kissed his lips or just the corner of his chin, but he wasn’t about to try again; not until this weird dizziness passed, at least.

Knuckles stood, still slightly bent over, his eyes wide and mouth open in a small ‘O’ shape as he blinked down at the hedgehog. Sonic bit the inside of his cheek and shrugged, “There. How’s that?”

There was a brief moment of stillness — one that Sonic heavily disliked despite its short stay — before he suddenly felt himself being crushed to the echidna’s chest and lifted off the ground, the vibrations of Knuckles’ laughter thrumming against his ear as he was spun around, “Wha- WHOA KNUX! ”

“Yes! I have a boyfriend!” Knuckles whooped, “I have a boyfriend!”

He lifted him to pepper his face with kisses, each one accompanied by an obnoxiously loud ‘mwah!’ Sonic protested just as loudly, going on about how he was getting his quills all messed up, but his chastising was drowned out by his own laughter. He didn’t realize he’d wrapped his arms around the other’s shoulders until Knuckles finally pulled back. His expression was bright and excited, and it made the shorter boy’s heart flutter.

He must have been making a face, because Knuckles’ expression turned sheepish, “Ah, sorry. Got excited. Baby steps, right?”

Sonic just blinked back at him, his brow furrowing in slight incredulity before he tsked and rolled his eyes, taking the other’s face into his hands and pulling him in for a real, genuine kiss. The tenderness took Knuckles off guard, but he eventually let himself relax into the gesture, humming happily. He couldn’t stop the way his lips curved up into a smile, making it a little difficult to return the kiss, but Sonic didn’t seem to mind, more than happy to take the lead.

The hedgehog was surprisingly gentle, maybe even a little apologetic in how he kissed him, and Sonic realized he’d never actually kissed anyone like this before — hell, he’d never even touched anyone like this before. He’d had his fair share of kisses, whether it be from fleeting past partners or overexcited civilians he’d managed to rescue from one of Eggman’s attacks, but none were quite as tender as this; none made him feel like he was lighter than air (though, that was probably because Knuckles was still holding him up).

Suddenly, the echidna shifted his hold so that one hand supported him from below while the other took hold of his lower back as he pulled Sonic impossibly closer. Sonic’s legs dangled awkwardly for a moment before he settled for wrapping them around the other’s waist. Knuckles chuckled against him, and Sonic wanted to retort how smug he was acting, but the deep rumble within the other’s chest mixed with the way his hand was gripping his thigh sent something electric up his spine. He shuddered.

It was then that the kiss began to transition from sweet to passionate as Sonic suddenly felt his back hit a nearby tree. Knuckles’ hand had shifted from his back to cup his jaw, idly running down his neck before tracing back up to pull him in deeper. Sonic whimpered — fucking whimpered — as his hands went up to curl into long red dreads. He pulled slightly, drawing out a low groan that teetered on the edge of a growl from the other, and holy shit did that do something to him. His stomach fluttered in that wild way that he was not only getting used to but perhaps becoming addicted to. His heart stuttered in his chest, his head getting light and making him dizzy-

Oh, shit, wait, he needed to breathe.

Sonic pulled away — reluctantly, as oxygen wasn’t as high on his list of priorities as it should have been — and took a moment to gather air into his lungs; yet as he opened his eyes, he felt the same air he’d just reclaimed get stolen away again. Knuckles looked back at him with nothing short of pure desire: His eyes were lidded and unfocused, his heavy breaths growing softer as they passed through his kiss-swollen parted lips. His face was nearly as red as the rest of him, and his dread-like quills were sticking out in random directions thanks to Sonic’s fervent hands.

He looked irrefutably lovestruck, and Sonic wondered if he looked any different.

After a few moments, Sonic slowly began his descent from cloud nine, and he became more aware of the uncomfortable scratching of the tree bark behind him. His ear twitched awkwardly as he spoke, his voice uncharacteristically breathless, “Hey, uh…as nice as this is, I’d kinda prefer to have my feet on the ground.”

Knuckles blinked back at him slowly, eyes still dreamy and distracted, “…Hmm? Oh! Yeah, yeah, ‘course, my bad!”

With the utmost care, Knuckles set Sonic down, brushing off his back from where his quills had caught hold of a few pieces of bark. The gesture that Sonic would have shied away from earlier was now welcomed with open arms, that same warmth blooming in his chest as the echidna carefully picked his quills clean before brushing his fingers through them in an attempt to smooth them out. It wasn’t anything special — just a simple act of sincerity and kindness — but it brought a smile to Sonic’s face all the same.

“Ah, there we go,” Knuckles announced, plucking one final chip of bark from behind the hedgehog’s ear, “Sorry about that, dude. Guess I got a bit carried away.”

“Knux, I don’t ever want you to stop getting carried away,” Sonic chuckled, the honesty of his statement making him feel all giddy inside. Huh, maybe Amy was onto something about the whole ‘talk-about-your-feelings’ thing.

Knuckles blinked down at him, then his face split into a grin as he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, “Heh, if you say so…”

“Would you two get OFF MY LAWN?!”

The sharp voice snapped the boys’ eyes away from each other as their heads jerked over to meet its owner. Sonic blinked several times in stunned confusion before a spark of recognition lit in his head, “…guacamole guy?”

The ‘guacamole guy’ in question — a short black monkey holding a hamper of laundry — just scowled at the two, “It’s Monkey-Boy! Yeesh, ya think you’d remember the guy who saved your sorry butts from a curse that one time.”

“Wait, the moose one?” Knuckles chimed in, “Wasn’t that, like…seven years ago?”

“No, it was seven weeks ago,” Monkey-Boy corrected, “Time doesn’t pass in canon like it does in real life. Anyways, like I was sayin’: GET OFF MY PROPERTY! How’s a guy supposed to do his laundry while two hormonal teenagers are making out on his front lawn?!”

“Wuh- we weren’t making out!” Sonic sputtered, “We were having a very emotionally mature and enlightening moment!”

“Yeah! And then we made out!” Knuckles concurred, paying no mind to Sonic’s hushed “No no, Knux-”.

The monkey rolled his eyes, “I don’t care if you guys were rehearsing your wedding vows. If you’re gonna be shoving ya tongues down each other’s throats, do it somewhere else!”

Suddenly, the monkey’s eyes widened with horror, “And what have you done to my great-grandmama’s cemetery?!”

“Your what now?” Sonic glanced behind him at the boulders Knuckles had been messing with earlier, and his stomach dropped as he whipped his head to face the other, “ Knux! I thought you said they were just rocks!”

“Aren’t they? I mean, look at them,” Knuckles shrugged — completely unbothered — before turning back to the now-fuming monkey, “Hey, why’s your name Monkey-Boy? Aren’t you, like, thirty?”

Sonic was quick to grab Knuckles’ hand and speed off toward home before they were left to the mercy of a hamper of dirty laundry.

To an outside viewer, things didn’t change that much: Team Sonic was as tight as ever, often seen hanging out at Meh Burger, goofing off on the beach, or swooping in to save the day from one of Eggman’s painfully predictable schemes. However, if one were to look closer, they might notice the way Sonic and Knuckles would glance at one another, how they casually held hands whenever they could, or see how easily the hedgehog’s face would flush at the smallest little things the echidna did.

Of course, Knuckles did stand on the edge of the well in the square with a megaphone to loudly announce “CITIZENS OF HEDGEHOG VILLAGE! I AM OFFICIALLY DATING SONIC THE HEDGEHOG! HE IS MY BOYFRIEND AND I LOVE HIM VERY MUCH!” before he was hastily ushered off by a thoroughly embarrassed Sonic, so it wasn’t like their relationship was a secret.

Sonic still struggled with the whole “feelings” thing, but Knuckles was patient. He often asked him before doing certain things like hugging or kissing, but sometimes Sonic wondered if he’d preferred the surprise with the way his chest swelled every time Knuckles would do so, eyes bright and tail wagging back and forth behind him as he desperately tried to hold back.

He’d be lying, though, if he said he didn’t like the way Knuckles would shower him when he said yes, squeezing him just tight enough to not hurt and peppering his face and neck with kisses, relishing in the way Sonic would giggle uncontrollably.

But you didn’t hear that from him.

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ladylynse · 6 months

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Happy Halloween! 👻

For continuing a three sentence fic - I’d love it if you wrote more of the second idea for “file cabinet” or the thermos/drowning fic

Links:

https://ladylynse.tumblr.com/post/728500835869474816/i-went-on-a-trip-down-memory-lane-and-visited

https://ladylynse.tumblr.com/post/185211125716/hi-there-im-feeling-a-little-evil-today-so-how

Happy Halloween, Anon! I think the file cabinet was the more popular prompt with people, so I went with that one even though the temptation to torture Danny further was very much there. The original three sentence fic is copied here, and the rest is under the cut.

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Logically, Vlad knew Daniel couldn’t escape his current predicament without help, and the vultures—incompetent though they could be at times—were capable of handling the simple task of alerting Vlad to the inevitable arrival of Daniel’s little friends.

That didn’t stop Vlad from giving into the urge to pull open the middle drawer of his filing cabinet to make sure the little badger hadn’t woken up and escaped since Vlad had stuffed him in there upon Valerie’s unexpected arrival, though.

Vlad had gotten Valerie out of his hair sooner rather than later, and his newest invention had done the trick in taking care of Daniel since he was still unconscious, but Vlad couldn’t help but feel that the other shoe had yet to drop; he’d won this time, but he still half expected something to explode in his face whenever he opened the drawer to check that Daniel was still there, and he doubted he’d feel otherwise until Daniel woke up and was finally forced to come to the realization that he didn’t have the upper hand.

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In hindsight, Vlad supposed he should not be surprised that the other shoe had waited to drop until the little badger had woken up.

Oh, Daniel still didn’t have access to his ghost powers—Vlad had made quite sure of that—but it seemed that he was far from powerless.

Evidently, lock picking and untying knots had been added to Daniel’s repertoire, and Vlad would have to ghost-proof some cable ties in the near future. Daniel’s escaping the pilfered Fenton Fisher line was less of a surprise than his escaping the purloined Fenton Cuffs (Vlad had wanted to account for the possibility of another ghost helping him as best he could), since Vlad had no idea what he’d managed to use as a lockpick. Sam’s influence, no doubt. Her parents weren’t as high class as they liked to pretend, but Vlad had met them enough times even before moving to Amity Park to be quite sure she’d taught herself how to pick locks in early childhood.

Not that any of the particulars mattered when Daniel, freed of his bindings and his gag and now the filing cabinet drawer, was hurling priceless Packers memorabilia in Vlad’s direction and cursing up a storm while doing so.

“Language,” Vlad scolded lightly. He was intangible and floating just slightly off the ground, and he had a duplicate ready to ambush Daniel before he could grab something else Vlad didn’t want to be destroyed, but it was hard to keep up the pretence of indifference when he could hear something break as it hit the wall behind him.

Sadly, that was the reason Vlad was down to one duplicate.

Daniel scowled. “Says the guy who thinks butter biscuits is a satisfying swear. Seriously, get a better writer. Maybe you can hire the Ghost Writer because your original stuff sucks.”

“That’s not—!” Vlad bit off his protest. Daniel was trying to rile him, but at least when he’d started talking, he’d stopped throwing. Vlad let the duplicate lapse; he didn’t need the headache of splitting his concentration, and Daniel seemed bound and determined to give him a headache. “I’ll be frank with you, shall I?”

“I mean, I guess calling you Frank is a step up from what you usually want me to call you, but….”

Vlad heroically resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Let me be crystal clear. Whether you like it or not, you fell for my trap, and your little friends are going to be more than preoccupied with dealing with my employees. You may have escaped from a drawer, but you have not escaped this room, and you will not escape me. You do not have as many options as you seem to think you do.”

Daniel tilted his head. “You sure about that? Because I think you have it backwards. You fell for my trap, my friends are keeping your employees busy, and now you don’t have as many options as you think you do.”

Vlad shot him a withering look. “Bluffing will get you nowhere.”

“Who says I’m bluffing? Even if you don’t think we saw your setup coming a mile away after all those hints Skulker’s been dropping, Sam and Tucker aren’t my only friends.”

“The ghosts—”

“The rest of my friends are not automatically ghosts. Geez, don’t you stalk me enough to know that? Wasn’t that what all your creepy spy stuff was for? Learning everything about me and Mom?”

Vlad sighed, but Daniel would only keep interrupting. Vlad wouldn’t lose anything by humouring him on this. “I can handle your sister.”

“Okay, one, she’s gotten better, and two, she’s not who you’re missing, so it’s a moot point even if you don’t believe me.” Daniel grinned. “So how about some show and tell?”

The final words were pitched louder and carried an emphasis they shouldn’t have, given the mundane nature of the conversation, which should have been Vlad’s first clue. Or perhaps his second. Third? The first clue he shouldn’t have missed, anyway.

But hindsight is always 20/20.

“I dunno,” said Valerie’s voice above him, clear even above the whine of her charging ecto-gun. “You told me a lot, and this showed me a lot, and I didn’t hear a lot of denying going on where it mattered.”

Vlad slowly raised his hands, though that was more for the show of it than anything else. Half the weapons he gave Valerie wouldn’t work on him, or at least wouldn’t work well—if he could figure out a way to exclude his ecto-signature and therefore being recognized as a ghost, he’d done it—but she wouldn’t know that.

Besides, being shot with an ecto-gun in this form would hurt more than it would a regular human, even though he’d set these sorts of weapons to automatically adjust and downgrade their charge should they ever be aimed at him or one of his duplicates.

“Whatever lies Daniel has been telling you—”

“He’s not the one who’s been lying to me,” Valerie hissed, and as Vlad finished turning to look up at where she was perched at the window entrance she always used, he realized that her weapons were not lit with his ecto-energy but with Daniel’s.

They had planned this.

Daniel really hadn’t fallen for his trap; he’d waltzed into it and turned it to his advantage.

Butter biscuits.

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Most chaotic MFB Beyblade AU to pop up into my head. Part 3: Metal Fury

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/eternalnexuswarrior/745518197057404928/most-chaotic-mfb-beyblade-au-to-pop-up-into-my?source=share

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/eternalnexuswarrior/745524457497591808/most-chaotic-mfb-beyblade-au-to-pop-up-into-my?source=share

And then… Metal Fury. Ho boy, this is a wild ride.

Dynamis explains what happened with the star fragment, as his arcs’ episodes showed he was the one to split the star fragments, but didn't know where they went. So when Kyoya and Gingka revealed their beys evolved, he starts freaking out. And then when Ryuga and Yuki's beys are evolved, that's when he comes to the conclusion.

Dynamis: Did the star fragments literally go to every single one of us? Like is this the reason we are linked together?!

Gingka: Only one way to find out. Road Trip!

Thus starts the journey to find the other legendary bladers, except Ryutaro joins in with the group. Canon events happen, with some changes. The boys meet up with Aguma and Bao in the tournament (with Bao knowing the whole story, those two have a brotherly bond and you can't convince me otherwise). Johannes goes after them to recruit the beylin fist without knowing Aguma and Bao are already on the Legendary Bladers’ side, and the two decide heck it, let's spy on them, because it's gone well in the past. Next is to New York for Destroyer Dome, where we learn some new details about some of the boys. Dynamis wasn't too happy about the temple holding VariAres being destroyed.

Dynamis: “You destroyed your family's temple?”

Kyoya: “You're so screwed.”

Gingka (slightly terrified): “I don't think I've ever heard Dynamis this mad before.”

Yeah... don't destroy temples around the historian/lorekeeper/guardian. He's not a happy person when you do that.

Anyways!

The boys finally get to Mist Mountain, run into Ryuto, and scale the mountain. Via their spying, Aguma and Bao get into some battles, Johannes starts getting into Kyoya's head. Canon events continue up until the end, where instead after Kyoya leaves the temple, he just goes outside to take a breather. The other legendary bladers are there to pick up the pieces of Kyoya's emotions, and eventually Kyoya stays the night before parting to help find Tithi. Both Tithi and Chris’ searches fall around the same time frame, and everyone is happy. Except for one thing.

Pluto.

He barges in on the middle of this happy group and activates Dynamis’ curse like the smug little man he is. This puts all the legendary bladers on high alert to get to Nemesis’ revival site to save their friend. Some battles happen as Canon, although some interactions are adjusted for this AU. At some point it goes from the standard Chris VS Gingka, Yuki VS Cycnus, Dynamis VS Kyoya, and Aguma VS Tithi to Aguma, Kyoya, and Tithi teaming up to save Dynamis, and Gingka, Yuki, and Chris just wrecking Cycnus and causing mayhem.

Now where is Ryuga in all this?

Still training to get stronger and master L-Drago, and Kenta is determined to recruit Ryuga to help. The Sagitarrio blader took Ryuga's not willing to join in on the search as him not helping his friends (when it's really the opposite, Ryuga just isn't one for big groups). Eventually the misunderstanding is cleared up, and Kenta actually grows on the L-Drago blader. All the while he's just giving commentary on the whole thing.

Ryuga: Gingka your friend is not half bad as a blader as he thinks he is. He cracked L-Drago's face bolt this time.

Gingka: Oh wow! That's some strength!

The remaining events in the temple fall under Canon, Doji returns (and is the menace that he is except he throws his own bey in there to bait Ryuga to breaking formation). Ryuga actually stays with the group while they all heal, but still gets badly injured during the final battle and gives Kenta his star fragment (he's living though, screw the anime on that). The final battle happens and they all recover again together. Kenta ends up linked to their group during the final battle, and he's not expecting the chaos of it all in the days after that.Part 3 will probably cover personality differences and AU changes for our boys.

#beyblade dynamis #metal fight beyblade #ryutaro fukami #beyblade yuki #beyblade kenta #beyblade ryuga #beyblade gingka #beyblade kyoya #beyblade chris #beyblade aguma #beyblade king #beyblade tithi #Stardusted Dreams AU #beyblade au #The chaos this AU brings!

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Fic: A Woman Reborn - Part 22

Pairing: Billy Russo X Reader (from A Woman Scorned)

Rating: R / 18+ only

A/N: This is a sequel to A Woman Scorned and takes place a few years after the events of AWS.

MasterList (includes links to AWS and previous chapters here)

Summary: You and Billy are happily married when tragedy strikes, jeopardizing your relationship and everything you two have built together. Can the two of you find your way back to each other or is the special bond you once shared broken forever?

Part 22

Billy clutched at his chest, shoving his anger and guilt deep down. Now was not the time to dwell on his emotions, not when you just went through hell and appeared shell-shocked from the experience. You were seated on a makeshift hospital bed, your eyes cast downward. As much as he wanted to take you to an actual hospital, both of you knew that would be a terrible idea. First of all, the hospital staff would notify the cops considering the extent of your injuries. That meant an investigation and paper trail for Fisk to follow when he realized his warehouse was in rubbles.

Although it had been a risk, the quickest way to get rid of all the dead bodies was to blow up the place. Unfortunately, that meant if Fisk had goods stored in there he wouldn’t spare any expenses to find out who attacked one of his warehouses. But that was still a better choice than leaving direct evidence. So Billy destroyed it all and brought you to Gordie. A medic who once served with Billy, Gordie now worked as a paramedic and didn’t mind helping out people with medical stuff for the right price.

You winced, bringing Billy out of his reverie. “Fucking gently!” he barked at Gordie while the man treated your broken fingers. In an effort to comfort you, he took your other hand and kissed the fleshy part of your palm. “Just squeeze my hand when it hurts.”

“It hurts now,” you griped before squeezing the crap out of his fingers.

“Look at me,” Billy ordered, holding your gaze as Gordie positioned a splint along your finger. “Gordie’s gonna do his magic and you’re gonna be fine, I promise.”

His heart lurched, seeing the blank look on your face. There were bandages on your lips, your face, wounds that would take time to recover. Wounds that were put there because he’d failed you, because he hadn’t gotten rid of Krista sooner.

You grimaced again, and he reached out to hold you, stroking your hair softly. “You’re gonna be fine,” he repeated, to himself as much as you, clinging to you out of desperation.

Gordie flashed him a curious look, probably because the man was used to seeing him as Lieutenant Russo barking orders on the field and not panicking like he was now, but Billy ignored him, instead murmuring soothing words to you.

You had to be okay. You had to.

***

Dawn broke, rays of orange splintering across the sky as Billy drove out of the city. The roads were deserted, sharp winds howling outside with the promise of snow coming down in a few hours. During road trips he liked to blast music and speed through, but you were sleeping soundly next to him and he didn’t want anything to disturb you. He cast you a long glance, your hair still wet from the quick shower you took earlier, your chin tucked in, the throw he’d picked up from your couch covering your body. His heart squeezed painfully in his chest seeing the bandages on your face. You looked fragile, vulnerable. Broken. His hands trembled, his heart pounding in his chest. All the pent-up fear that he’d compartmentalized so he could plan and plot and get you to safety now came crashing down on him.

He almost lost you.

Not because you left him but because you almost fucking died.

Tears blinded his vision, his hands shaking so badly he could barely grip the steering wheel. He pulled over to the side of the road, swiped his face as he turned to you. You were still passed out from the painkillers Gordie had given you, because the torture you went through had left you with multiple bruises and broken fingers. He shifted closer, careful not to disturb you, but simply needing to breath you in, to smell you, to assure himself you were okay. You were still alive.

So fucking obsessed was he with the idea of you leaving him or falling in love with someone else he had completely ignored the true threat – you dying. Because of Krista. Because of his fuck-ups. He failed you, and because of him you were hurt.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, maneuvering closer to bury his nose in your hair. He inhaled you in, as if capturing every bit of your essence in his heart would somehow keep you safe forever. You were the only person in this life who mattered to him, and you had to be protected at all cost. So he held on to you, clung to you a closely as he could without disturbing your sleep.

Your presence worked to calm him down, even though it took much longer than usual, and just when he reluctantly pulled away you stirred next to him. His breath seemed stuck in his throat as you turned to him, your eyes glazed, a slow, dopey smile appearing on your beautiful face. You should have been pissed at him; instead you were staring at him with so much love that it broke his heart. Clearly the painkillers were still in your system.

“Hi,” you murmured, reaching up to palm his cheek. It was then you noticed your bandaged hand, confusion dawning on your face.

Billy swallowed audibly, waiting for you to speak. However you leaned in closer, snuggling up to him. Relieved, he grazed your forehead gently with his lips.

“Where are we?” you asked.

“In the car, driving out of the city. We talked about that, remember? We picked up some of your things from the apartment?”

You glanced at the empty road behind him.

“Are you still in pain?” he prodded, running his fingers through your hair.

A bout of silence followed where you examined your hands for a long time. “My heart hurts.”

He rested his forehead on yours, placing his hand over your heart. His chest was ready to explode with the guilt your words evoked, but he reminded himself that this was good. This was necessary. These days you kept your guard up, doing your best to push him away, but at least now you were being honest which would allow the two of you to process and deal with everything that happened. “I’m so sorry, babe. I wish I could-”

“I’m so sleepy,” you murmured, interrupting him. You closed your eyes. The next second, you were out.

He held you encircled in his arms, before gently positioning you back in your seat. He placed the comforter back on you, watching you for a while. Finally he drank the rest of his coffee, which was now cold, and started the engine back up again. Within seconds, he was back on the road.

***

The cabin was located in the woods, with the closest neighbours a twenty-minute drive away. Billy had reached out to one of his contacts to get a place and didn’t have high hopes for it considering how last minute it was, but he was pleasantly surprised to see that the isolated cabin wasn’t some kind of hell-hole with an outhouse. Fresh snow glistened on the ground as he pulled the car to a gentle stop near the cabin and surveyed the property. A few feet away was a makeshift barn with a padlock on it, which he made a mental note to check out later.

Leaving you alone, he took the suitcase he’d packed in a hurry and went up to the entrance. He punched in the lockbox code and retrieved the key before letting himself in. It wasn’t a big place, but held a warm, cozy appeal which he would have appreciated under normal circumstances. For now though, the only thing that mattered was being safe until the threat of Fisk subsided. After dropping off the suitcase, he rushed back out and went over to your side of the car. Unlocking the door, he leaned over you to unbuckle your seatbelt.

Trying his best not to jostle you awake, he carried you inside. The cabin didn’t have a bedroom, instead there was a king-size bed across from the fireplace with a room divider to set up the areas separately. He placed you on the bed, taking his time in removing your coat and unlacing your shoes. Despite his best efforts not to disturb you, you winced in your sleep once in a while and his heart stopped every time. Eventually he had you clothed in only a t-shirt and left you covered under a blanket.

After putting away everything and a quick shower, he surveyed the kitchen cabinets. His contact had mentioned there were enough canned goods in the pantry for a few days but that wouldn’t suffice; he definitely needed to get to the store to pick up some actual food. Thankfully there was coffee, which he needed desperately to keep him awake through the night.

A few minutes later he positioned himself next to you, perched against the headboard. In deep sleep, you turned towards him and snuggled against his lower body; he bent down to kiss the top of your head. For just a moment, he closed his eyes. The warmth of the cabin and your close proximity was lulling him to relax and give into his exhaustion – but suddenly the image of you from earlier, bloody, bruised, your face marred with pain flashed through his brain and it was enough to jolt him awake. He shook his head vigorously, gave himself light slaps on the cheek before reaching for the second cup of coffee resting on the nightstand table. Next to the warm mug was his gun and knife, with other weapons hidden throughout the cabin and some buried outside. Even if he was being overly cautious and the chances of Fisk coming after the two of you were low, now was not the time to get complacent. He needed to stay alert, to protect you and himself.

No one was going to hurt you again.

***

You woke up to sunlight streaming on your face, so warm and bright that you had to reach up to block the glare from your eyes. An uncomfortable ache shot through your hand, your fingers unnaturally stiff. Something was wrong, but it was the sight of your bandages that brought everything rushing back. Krista. Her goon. The torture. Pain shot through you at that moment, remembering the whole ordeal.

You sat up, looking around the cabin. You didn’t know this place although you could remember Billy telling you he was taking you somewhere safe. The smell of fresh coffee in the air made your stomach growl and you slowly made your way out of the bed, around the room divider, and towards Billy who was standing over the stove. “Billy?”

He turned around, and your heart clenched at the sheer anguish that flashed over his face. You must have looked worse than you thought. “Where are we?” you asked, hoping to distract him.

Finally he seemed to snap out of his daze. “Vermont. We only have enough food or a few days, just some cans of bean and other stuff in the pantry. But there’s a grocery store forty minutes away.” Billy walked to you, placing a tender kiss on your temple. You noted the redness in his eyes, his jittery movements, how he couldn’t seem to hold still even for a minute as he walked away, plated food and set the breakfast table all inside of a few minutes. “After you eat, we can go pick up some fresh food.” He poured you a cup of coffee, placed it next to your plate, and waltzed back to you again. “You need to eat. You must be starving,” he murmured, cupping your face.

“You look tired, Billy. Did you get any sleep?”

He circled around you until he was hugging you from behind, guiding you to the breakfast table and nudging you to sit down. “I’m fine.” He sat next to you, sipping your coffee before handing it back to you. “It’s not the best. I know you like it creamy but there’s no cream in this place. We can grab all that stuff from the store.”

“You must have drove all night. You didn’t sleep, did you?”

Irritation splashed across his face. “I’m fucking fine. I told you. Now eat so we can get going.”

“You don’t look fine. You look like you’re hopped up on something.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” He stood up, throwing his chair back, voice growing louder and more erratic. “You think I took something? Why would I do that? I wouldn’t get high and put you in danger!”

You stiffened, rattled by his behaviour. This wasn’t like him; he wasn’t one prone to losing his temper so easily. The two of you had fought many times during the course of your relationship. In the beginning you tended to walk away, something you learned growing up with a father who reacted with violence, but over the years you came to trust Billy and learn that he’d never hurt you or belittle you. But the man in front of you right now, as much as you believed he was your old Billy, was someone you didn’t know enough to trust. The accident had changed him to someone you abhorred, and now he was a fragmented version of that man and the one you loved, and you didn’t know if you were safe around him when he was on edge.

“I know you’re worried about Fisk. I have people watching him and his crew. If there’s any – any – fucking indication he’s coming after us, I’ll take care of him. Nothing is gonna happen to you!” He stopped pacing all of a sudden, turning to look at you. His eyes were red, brimming with unshed tears, watching you intently.

You gripped the fork on your plate, bracing yourself.

“You don’t trust me to keep you safe anymore, do you?” His voice was a hoarse whisper, aching with pain. “I let you get hurt.” You watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down. “I should have killed Krista a long time ago and I didn’t. Because of me, she did this to you.” His touch was gentle as he took your wounded hand in his own, his dark eyes shining with guilt. “I fucked up. I’m…” His voice broke. “I’m so sorry.”

You wanted so badly to comfort him, to tell him you trusted him again – but you couldn’t. Something in you refused to say the words to him. Even though your soul cried for him and your heart ached with guilt, you didn’t move to offer him solace.

Suddenly he stood up and walked to the door, closing the door behind him.

You sat still for a while, unsure of what to do next. Eventually you went to the bathroom and found that Billy had already unpacked your toiletries and stored them neatly into place. You glanced at all your stuff, noting how he’d picked items that mattered to you and not just some random assortment of things that were scattered in your bathroom. You sighed, your heart heavy, catching your reflection in the mirror.

No wonder he’d flinched when he first saw you. Black eye, swollen face – you looked like hell.

Taking a deep breath, you shut the door to use the bathroom.

A few minutes later, carrying Billy’s jacket while yours was draped around your shoulders, you stepped out. Wind nipped at your cheeks, the ground covered in snow. You followed the track marks he left behind and found him behind the cabin, panting heavily as he punched the barndoor over and over again. You stood a few feet away, regarding him silently as he expelled his frustrations, his gut-wrenching groans tearing at your soul.

It took a few minutes before he finally stopped, his fists bruised, his body out of breath. You sensed he would’ve kept going but stopped only because you were close by. For your benefit. Because he knew, he understood how much sudden outbursts of anger triggered you.

“Go back inside. It’s cold out here,” he commanded.

Ignoring his order, you approached him. He turned around reluctantly, cheeks and nose red from the cold. He regarded you with a piercing focus, onyx eyes welled with complete longing but there was also hesitancy there, as if he was afraid.

You handed him his jacket, your eyes locked together as he slipped into it. Then you couldn’t stop yourself, you reached out to hug him and he wrapped his arms around you, his chin tucked against your temple, embracing you.

“I scared you inside, didn’t I?”

Face still burrowed in his chest, you nodded.

His fingers ran through your hair. “I keep fucking up with you.” His voice was hoarse with anguish. “I don’t know how to fix things.”

“I just…” You swallowed him in, wishing desperately there was some way you could open your heart fully to him again. “We were happy once, weren’t we?”

“Yeah,” he murmured, rubbing your back. “You’re the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Heart aching, you looked up at him. With a touch so gentle as if you were made of glass, he cupped your cheeks. You wondered if he would try to kiss you but he didn’t. Instead his eyes consumed you, studying every inch of your wounded face.

“Scream at me. Yell. Hit me if you need to. I deserve it. You got hurt because of me, because I didn’t kill Krista when I should have. You have every right to hate me for that.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I do.”

He pursed his lips, nodding his head in agreement.

“And a part of me hates myself,” you added. “I had so many chances to get rid of her but I wanted her to suffer, to pay for what she did to me. I took too long and she got the upper hand.”

“But now the bitch is dead.” Rage swelled in his voice, fierce determination saturating his molten eyes as he lowered to your height and met your gaze. “I told you once I would burn this entire fucking world down for you. I let you down once but it’ll never happen again. You are safe. I swear.”

“I don’t doubt you’ll keep me safe from others.” You eased your hold on him, carefully choosing your next words. “But it’s you I want to feel safe with again.”

He stepped back immediately, dropping his hands from your body so you two were no longer touching. You expected him to lash out, to defend himself, maybe even insist you were wrong to feel the way you did - but he didn’t. Instead his emotions ran the full gamut. You noted the guilt on his face, his self-loathing and desperation in the way his lips trembled and fingers quivered. He stared down at the ground, unsure, hesitant.

“How do I do that? Make you feel safe with me?” he finally asked.

You shook your head. “I don’t know.”

His troubled stare trailed up to lock with yours. A long bout of silence followed, with the two of you fixated on each other. The yearning was palpable; reminding you of when either of you returned from a work trip and the need to love one another was ravenous, his heart gleaming in his eyes, you reciprocating the same way, the two of you anxious to just be together. You wanted to embrace him again but didn’t let yourself. Inside you felt raw, your heart shattered, and as much as losing yourself in him would bring you happiness it would only be temporary. All of your misgivings would still be lurking in your heart.

“It’s cold out here. Maybe we should go back inside?” you suggested, needing a respite from the tension.

“Yeah, I’m freezing my balls out here.”

You chuckled. That was the thing, he always knew how to make you laugh.

As you turned around to head back to the cabin, you noted his close proximity but also how careful he was not to touch you. Billy had a tendency to always maintain physical contact, if he was close he was touching you, whether it was his fingers linked with yours, or his hands spanning your back, or his arm thrown over your shoulder - so you recognized the space between you now was a deliberate effort on his part.

Once inside, the two of you removed your coats and shoes and you tried to help Billy with his bruised knuckles. The damage wasn’t too bad but considering the state of your injuries you knew it would still be painful. Shortly after the two of you were seated at the table, you devouring the food he had made earlier.

“We should get moving soon before the grocery store closes,” he said quietly, watching you like he aways did.

“I don’t want to.”

Instinctively he reached out to cover your hand but stopped before he touched you, as if remembering your words from outside. “I know you’re tired. I’d go on my own but I can’t leave you here by yourself.”

“Billy, you need sleep. You can barely keep your eyes open.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’m fine.”

He took the empty plates and went to rinse them off at the sink. You followed behind, forcing him to turn around.

“We can go to the store tomorrow. Today I want us to rest.” You took his hand and pulled him across the room, guiding him towards the bed. “I can’t have you strung out on caffeine and no sleep if Fisk or his men come around. What if you end up shooting me accidentally?”

“That’s not fucking funny!” he growled.

You smiled, taking in his petulant expression as you nudged him to lie back in bed.

“I can sleep on the couch,” he offered, hesitancy returning to his voice.

You shifted to your side, reaching up to run your fingers along his forehead, tracing his eyebrows and his scars, breathing him in. He glanced back at you, trying to keep his hunger in check.

“I can’t not touch you if you keep doing that,” he murmured.

“I just want you to sleep.”

He closed his eyes, but you could still feel the tension coursing through him as he tried to keep his distance. Finally you maneuvered him closer, resting his head atop your breasts. This position was so very familiar, rekindling old memories of how you two would sometimes fall asleep, his head lodged on your chest, your legs tangled together.

You caressed his hair, breathing him in. You tried to calm your mind and relax.

It was impossible.

Now that the painkillers had worn off, all you could think about was Krista and her goon holding you hostage. Beating you, punching you. The feeling of powerlessness, the physical pain. Rage. Fear.

Your eyes flew open, your heart pounding. You wanted to crawl out of your skin but you couldn’t move, because Billy was sound asleep on top of you and you didn’t want to wake him.

Anxiety surged through you, you took a few deep breaths. After several seconds you synchronized your breaths with Billy’s, focusing on only that so all other thoughts plaguing you were slowly drowned out.

His body was heavy atop yours, the sensation grounding you to reality and away from the hell you lived through.

Soon you were fast asleep.

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