#yea no this is definitely a Gets Worse Before It Gets Better fic

[vodkori]

Love is Chronic

Love is Chronic

1.6K words

Fluff/Comfort Fic

You’ve been suffering from chronic pain for years. It’s hard, but you figure it out and enjoy life whenever possible with more doctor's appointments. In the past couple of months, it has gotten worse. It hurts to get out of bed and can no longer attend full days of school. The doctor's appointments have become more frequent to figure out what's causing the immeasurable pain, at least 2 a week.

You’re a high school junior and have been dating Loki for 2 years. He asked you to homecoming freshman year, and you have been dating since. He’s been there for every emergency room visit, every breakdown from doctors not listening, and every diagnosis. When the pain gets too bad that you have to cancel plans he’s always there to reimagine the plans to make them work. Whenever teachers give you a hard time he becomes very defensive and eventually the teachers stop giving you trouble.

Every day you have first-period AP Government with Loki, Nat, and Wanda. You went through notes on Monday so today, Tuesday, you were given notes to read from the book and make notes in groups. You weren’t feeling well so you were just sitting with your legs on Loki’s lap, head resting on his shoulder, while he sat there rubbing your back. 

“Hey did any of you get bureaucracy? I’m not understanding the book definition,” asked Wanda.

“Well, since those 2 are too busy cuddling to even open the book,” Nat responds casting a look at you and Loki, “The definition I got was, a system of government in which most of the important decisions are made by state officials rather than by elected representatives”

“Thanks, Nat,” Wanda replied.

“Hey, I have an excuse. Loki on the other hand is just slacking off,” You objected.

“Excuse me I am occupied, being a good boyfriend and taking care of you,”

“Nah, Y/N’s right, you can do 2 things at once. I mean you are a god after all. Can’t comfort your girl and finish your homework?” Nat teases.

“Shut up, Mortal,” Loki responds.

“Oh! Using mortal as an insult are we? As a lowly mortal myself I’m a bit offended,” You reply.

“Love, you know I never mean you. You’re on another level, everyone else are simply creatures,” Loki defends.

“So sweet. You think I’m better than a creature,” You coo.

A few minutes pass.

“Oh, yea!” You exclaim. “I have a neurology appointment this morning so I’ll be leaving after this class,”

“Ok, good luck,” Wanda replies.

“Hope they can figure something out for you,” Nat wishes.

“Would you like me to come with you, my love?” Loki asks.

“Thank you,” You direct towards Wanda and Nat before replying to Loki. “You know you have to stay here. I’ll text you once I’m done,”

“Will you be coming back?” Loki asks.

“The current plan is yes, but chances are I’m gonna feel too shitty to come back and will stay home,”

“Alright love, just let me know,” Loki states, kissing your forehead. “Is it alright if I come over after school?”

“Of course, I will. Yea that’s fine just head over when school lets out,” You answer.

Nat, Wanda, and Loki continue to work while you rest your head from your migraine. A while later the bell rings. You say your goodbyes to Nat and Wanda, and head to the door with Loki.

“I’ll text you soon Love,” You say.

“Alright My Queen, I’ll see you soon,” He states, pulling you into a soft kiss.

You go to the office and sign out, leaving. You drive home to meet with your mom to go to the doctor's office.

The appointment results in nothing more than wasted gas. The doctor was once again condescending. On your way home you are in your regular immeasurable pain along with the emotional pain of haunting thoughts of your pain not truly existing and the fact no one believes you. The pain is too much to return to school, so after a conversation with your mom you stay home. When getting home you exhaustedly get into your pajamas consisting of an oversized t-shirt once belonging to Loki. You pull up your favorite playlist on Spotify, text Loki that you’ve arrived home, and immediately fall asleep.

Loki’s POV (After you left)

After saying goodbye to Y/N I went to environmental science which I had with Thor and Bucky. Normally I had it with Y/N as well but obviously, she was gone. The teacher was normally late so we always had 5-10 minutes to talk at the beginning of class. Thor and Bucky came in about 30 seconds before the bell rang having first period together on the other side of the school. They came in and sat down, Thor never being someone that was quite immediately started a conversation. I think that's, why he and Bucky were such good friends, Bucky, is quiet and untalkative, while Thor is loud and conversational.

“Brother! Where is Y/N? You two never seem to separate,” Thor exclaimed.

“She is at another doctor's appointment,” I answered worry fully.

“Ah! Is she still feeling poorly?” He questions.

“Yes, just about always,” I answer.

“Shall I tell mother that you will not be coming right after school?” He tries to aid.

“I’m she assumes at this point but yes I’d appreciate that. Thank you,” I express.

“No sooner done than said, Brother,” He responded.

“I’m sorry. What?” I ask confused.

“Oh, Loki. It is a common phrase meaning I will do it immediately. You really need to catch up on your slang brother,” He answers patronizingly.

“Well, ‘Brother’ I think ‘No sooner said than done’ would be the correct phrasing,” I reply snidely.

“Oh! Perhaps it is,” He considers.

After our discussion ends Thor goes on to talk about his first-period weightlifting class and football practice the night before.

The rest of the day goes by without anything notable happening, Y/N texts at about 11:30 saying she was home. As soon as the last bell rang I was out the door and in the parking lot. I get in my car and drive to her house. I grab my backpack and knock on her door, her older brother lets me in, and I go directly to her room. I walk in quietly as she’s normally asleep after a strenuous day. And that fact continues to prove true. As I walk in she’s asleep on her side with her thighs at a 90-degree angle to her torso, one hand under her head and the other brought up forearm in front of her face hand touching her other elbow. I quietly take off my shoes, go to the side of the bed she’s not sleeping on, set my bag down, and slip under the covers. Needing the comfort because I know there was nothing else I can do for her but comfort and feeling lost at that knowing from the slight disarray of her room the appointment didn’t go well, we both needed it. After getting situated I carefully shift her onto my lap and chest. She murmurs and looks up at me waking ever so slightly.

“Loki?” She mumbles.

“Yea, love. I’m here. Go back to sleep,”

“Ok,” She mumbles again.

As she goes back to sleep she reaches her arms around my neck and lays her head on my chest. I kiss the crown of her head and gently rub her back. Once I’m sure she’s back asleep I take the remote and change it from Spotify and put on Supernatural as I’ve been trying to catch up on her favorite show.

She starts to wake up after 2 episodes. As I feel her start to wake up a look down as she looks up at me.

“Hey baby, how ya feeling?” I ask.

“Already feelin’ like shit, migraines already killer,” She answers sleepily.

“I’m sorry love. Anything I can do?” I wonder.

“Could you pass me my migraine medicine?” She questions.

“Of course. Anything else?” I say while passing her her medicine as well as her water.

“Not right now baby. Thank you,” She days before taking her meds and kissing me on the cheek.

She looks at the TV and asks “What episode are you watching?”

“I believe it was called ‘The Mystery Spot’” I answer.

“Oh, that’s a good one. The trickster is one of my favorites,” She exclaims.

“How come?” I ask her, adoring her excitement.

“Well, both the episode and the trickster are exceptionally funny. And it helps that the trickster is pretty handsome as well.” She answers, smiling.

“Oh is he?” I ask looking her in the eye.

“Yea, he is.” She looks up at me giggling.

“If you say so, my love. I’ll let you get away with it this time,” I say before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

After another 2 hours of watching Supernatural together, we both decide that we’re hungry and order a pizza. As it gets later I ask if she wants me to stay the night tonight, which she does. I text my mother explaining that Y/N doesn’t feel well and I will be staying. She texts back quickly okaying the plan but making me promise that when she feels well again to bring her back over. I agree knowing that Y/N and my mom get along well. Soon after Y/N gets up and does her nightly routine, I also take the time to get changed into some of the clothes I’ve left here. Once she comes back we switch to Youtube to not fall asleep in the middle of the season and lay down. Me on my back and he with her hand behind my head and in my hair, her head on my chest as well as her other hand. I wrap one of my arms around her wrist and my other hand on top of hers. She falls asleep first and I fall asleep soon after her.

#Avengers!Highschoolau #loki x reader #chronic pain #the avengers #loki #mcu loki #comfort fic #comfort #fluff #loki x female reader #pure fluff #x reader #loki fluff #loki of asgard #loki friggadottir #loki laufeyson #loki odinson

[wildflowerteas]

hi hello I'm just here to say WIA RUINED me and then after going crazy and crying I sent it to my friend and it RUINED him. we're both not the same as we were before we read it, and I hope you know that when I say it left me wanting to scream and kick the wall and punch it too is a compliment. it left me with a weird heavy feeling like dread but not? it's weird I don't really know how to explain it. it's one of those fics you will never ever reread because of the pain it put you in but it's engrained in your memory forever and you look back at specific scenes fondly. your writing is so incredibly beautiful it's so hard to describe. it's so... real but also not? like it feels extremely grounded but it's also deeper than that.

when I saw you had started a new fic I was sitting there like "oh god this is gonna be another fic that ruins me isn't it" but because of the.. chuuya being dead thing I will shield myself and refrain from reading it unless I fully break myself via your art. I still couldn't keep myself from reading the first chapter tho aha.... and obviously it's fantastic. all of your writing is fantasticly beautiful and even though I won't be reading it I know it's going to be a beautiful and heartwrenching story, as I already know is your specialty.

awww oh my gosh thank you so much ?? (≧◡≦) ♡ i'm sorry to have caused such emotional distress, but i'm very glad to hear that it was enjoyed, and that it's going to stick with you. wia was always something i planned on writing for myself, given its themes, but knowing that it breached containment and helped make other lives better ( or worse? ) . . . that really, truly means the world. thank you.

ah . . . yeah. as for tsp and the mcd warning. all i'm going to say is that i have a penchant for twisting the meaning of that tag as much as i possibly can, but i'm so so glad to hear that you enjoyed the first chapter anyway <3 that one was such a delight to write, even if i did agonize about it for two weeks with my beta reader before finally posting. getting to jump into this whole new world ( 70s sskk and 50s skk was . . . phew. what a challenge!! ) was a real test of how much i could bend the bsd cast to fit this new setting without it seeming . . . too off.

as for my specialty?? __〆(￣ー￣ ) yea . . . probably. even if tsp is an entirely different kind of au/character study compared to wia, i am definitely falling for my fondness of tragedy. thank you so so much for checking out the art as well?? wow. that means so much. thank you.

<3

#ask #writing

[yomiurinikei]

tsurugi for the ask meme?

god the cws for this damn boy. uhh neglect and also i can’t see kinjomae as healthy w/what happens in the game and that’s discussed so. yeas

- My identity hc for them

gay little beast. he and kouhei had Something going on btw. anyways i also hc him as trans, it’s not one of those things i feel could actually fit into canon. but idgaf!! to me he is trans because i’m trans and so is my boyfriend (do u know him?) and every cool person is trans. tsurugi isn’t cool but i think he deserves a win once so he can have one in the form of getting to be trans!!!

- Thoughts on their home life/family

ogh. im using this bullet point as a chance to talk about stuff i’m not otherwise able to/which i don’t think i’ve shared? but like. agh…. how can anyone put into words literally anything about this little worms life. my hc for his mom is currently that she walked out when tsurugi was fairly young and isn’t interested in. any of it, so it’s just him and juu? so i think tsurugi started being left home alone Very Early, and going with his dad to work was like.. a nice treat away from being by himself for the majority of the day. which probably helped contribute to tsurugis entire identity and existence and everything revolving around his work as a police officer. aaaaaaa.

- How i feel about their canonical writing/handling

i don’t like what linuj did to him in sdra2 because amidst all the other controversies that arose with that game it really just felt lazy and like icky stereotypes. there was better ways to handle a tsurugi who had gotten worse/wasn’t doing well/etc past what happened in sdra2. i don’t like it and it doesn’t feel accurate to what should have happened if we were going to go the route of “tsurugi didn’t magically decide to go to therapy and heal”. i completely understand that people and especially fictional characters can get worse and have negative character development. but it’s the way in which tsurugi acted that felt lazy and ooc to me.

so anyways to retreat into the dark recesses of my brain. he’s so scrunkle… wet dish rag i am wringing all the water out of. i like him in dra i like the narrative role he plays i honestly think he’s v fun. i’ve waxed poetic before (not publicly i think? not about the thing i’m thinking of rn) about the tragedy of what happens to him and how u can read things as all being set up to screw boy over. but it’s just very interesting. i want to squeeze him so bad.

- The one thing i’d want to make canon about them

he and kouhei had frequent sleepovers at kouheis place. i don’t CARE if it doesn’t fit with tsurugis childhood i think kouheis parents were nice to him and cared about him. overall i just think all my thoughts on kouhei and tsurugi should be made canon. i should write a fic…

- My number one favorite ship for them

mmmm… right now it’s tsuhiko but all of the chatting about kouhei makes me wanna say tsuruhei. tbh i’m very versatile in who i ship tsurugi with i think he fits well with a lot of people (in non despair) and so long as there’s someone by his side i don’t really care who it is or if he holds hands with them or not.

- …Now everyone else i ship with them

mmm. kinji obviously, i still like teruya w/tsurugi in some aus, yamato but i’ll be honest i’m kinda weird about them. i think they’re separated. not divorced but separated. but also they’ve never dated they’re just besties. but also they have the most tender interactions. not to use this line but i think they should just have a weird very queer coded friendship where they both Know what the underlying vibe is and both choose to not broach the subject of how charged things are.

- The thing i will NEVER ship

tsurugi undeniably had feelings for yuki and while u can argue about how authentic yukis feelings were (ie were they just there to incentivize him to get closer so as to further damage tsurugi) it was definitely mutual. just again. how Real things were for yuki depends on how separate u view him from utsuro. uhhhhhhm. but just because feelings were there doesn’t mean it’d be good or healthy for them to date !. 

- a dynamic/relationship i wish was explored more (in canon, or in fandom)

on my hands and knees fucking begging u all for more kouhei. if i make a p2 of my kouhei hcs will that be enough propaganda. what do u all want from me. uhhh also if there’s one thing i miss from old sdra fandom days it’s tsurugi + kizuna worsties content.

- thoughts on their design (appearance-wise)

ah… i definitely prefer his dra color palette over his sdra2 one but that could be because something about his look in sdra2 just feels very off to me. that in mind i fucking hate his pants why are they that shade of blue linuj get off ur knees for that shade of blue. it’s too fucking bright it stands out so much. anyways i understand the uniform but i’d like to see him in like… maybe smthn professional/more formal, but not? the dress shirt and tie. 

- A music-related thought- a song that reminds me of them, or what their music taste is, etc

oh god oh fuck if i don’t find a good song this is going to be. so miserable for me and i will get cyber bullied again. uhhh. wires - the neighborhood bc lol make sure u tell him the right wire to cut tsurugi! don’t fuck it up lol! haha it can’t be that hard surely this is the same as all the other bomb diffusals right? right tsurugi? im the ceo of intentionally misinterpreting songs to fit my vision. mkay that’ll work. damn i need to listen to more music before i go do more ask memes

#tsurugi kinjo #yomis ask meme

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Soulmarks, Part 3

First

Previous

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After what felt like years, J.J. stopped laughing.

Joker, on the other hand, was laughing like he’d just heard the funniest joke in the world. Even as Batman broke free and threw a knife at his head, even as he was sprinting away from the vigilante, he wouldn’t stop. He certainly had a lot to laugh about, he’d won before everyone had even got there. No matter how terribly the vigilantes won that night, there was nothing they could do to fix what had happened to Robin.

Marinette pulled her head from Harley’s grip and locked eyes with Batgirl. 

Batgirl swung down and crashed into Harley, sending them both flying.

Marinette touched her scalp where a chunk had been torn out of her hair.

Nightwing touched down next to her. “Are you alright?”

She nodded slightly and let her hand drop.

“That’s good. I’m glad. Get Tim out of this environment for us, please.”

She nodded and sent him a wave. “If we live I’m teaching you slang! You sound like a textbook!”

“Don’t say ‘if’!”

She rolled her eyes. Chat Noir would love this guy.

Her yoyo buzzed as her partner called her. Speaking of…

She picked it up and pulled it open, and Chat managed to get out a “M’lady!”, then she snapped it shut. She had problems to deal with outside of missing their normal meeting time for patrols.

Her gaze found its way to Tim and she hesitated.

They’d both been doing vigilante-work for about the same amount of time, if she was going off of when she’d gotten her soulmark, but she guessed that he’d had training beforehand. His fighting would likely be more polished.

On top of that, she’d be pulling whatever punches she did manage to land. He was a human and, when she was wearing the suit, she wasn’t. She didn’t know how much damage she could do if she really tried, but after the Nightwing fiasco earlier that night she wasn’t about to try and find out.

She would have to hope that it wouldn’t turn into a straight fight.

“Tim…” she said softly.

He was staring at her yoyo.

She fastened it back to her belt. She’d thought a lot about what she’d say if she ever met her soulmate over the years, but all the dumb pickup lines and polite questions she’d thought up didn’t exactly fit the situation she was currently in.

“I don’t know what they put you through... but it’s over now, okay? I’m going to take you home, okay?”

He looked at her blankly.

She stepped towards him carefully, her hands up in a kind of surrender. She didn’t know what to say. She was only fourteen, why was she expected to know what to do? Fuck, she didn’t even know if he spoke French, or if he could hear what she was saying at all.

She pulled a pleasant smile to her face as she neared him. “Let’s go...” She hesitated as she tried to recall the English word. “‘ome?”

Marinette held out her hand.

He stared at the outstretched hand for a few seconds, then looked back at her. He slowly reached out and took her hand.

And then he pulled.

She cursed as she was thrown off-balance. A knee slammed into her stomach and she groaned.

Marinette hooked her arm over his back and pushed down, looking for one of the pressure points she’d been taught.

His legs swept hers out from under her and she hit the ground with a dull thud, only barely managing to roll out of the way as his foot came after her.

She flipped to her feet and regarded him carefully as he advanced on her. She couldn’t fight him; it wouldn’t work out in her favor, win or lose. She couldn’t talk it out with him. What else was --?

Her yoyo buzzed again and she winced as she pulled it out. She flipped it open. “Not right now, Chat!” She hissed, then closed it again.

Well, since she had her yoyo out...

She sent Tim a tiny wink before hooking her yoyo around a pipe overhead and swinging herself to the second floor. She didn’t waste a second, ducking for cover behind a pile of dusty boxes labelled ‘props’.

She needed a plan! She was known for her plans! She just needed to think of one!

He climbed up. His feet creaked on the old floorboards as he searched for her. She brought her hands to her mouth to muffle her breathing as he passed by her boxes. He slowly continued on --.

Her yoyo buzzed.

His footsteps stopped.

The box above her head splintered and she squeaked, her hands coming up to shield her face as wood and plastic props rained down on her. She abandoned her hiding spot, using the dust as cover as she opened the yoyo.

“This better be really important, Chaton!” She hissed, glancing back and cringing as she saw Tim pick up Harley’s abandoned bazooka.

She dove under the table for the second time that night and looked down at the screen.

Chat looked incredulous. “You mean you don’t see Bona-parts?”

“No, obviously not.”

“Where are you?”

“In America, fighting my soulmate.”

Chat Noir looked concerned.

She shrugged and lifted up the edge of the tablecloth to show him what Tim looked like, she figured it was pretty self-explanatory, only to find he was right in front of her. A scream slipped from her lips as she quickly fell back and scrambled out the other side.

Ribbons streamed past her face and she squeaked, ducking out a door and running down the hallway.

“Anyways, I won’t be there for a while, so you’re going to have to stall.”

“I’ve been stalling for two hours! He’s almost beheaded every important person in Paris!”

She ducked into the stairwell and jumped down a flight. There, that was some good distance… She looked back at Chat. “Get Rena Rouge and Carapace. Hell, get Chloe if you have to!”

“Chloe is dead! And, if we don’t do something quick, Rogue and Carapace are next.”

Marinette cursed again. Great. She weighed her options.

Option one: stay and finally find out what happens when an akuma gets what they wanted, or let Chat Noir beat them without her and have every single major political or economic figure die because she can’t fix damages of a fight she wasn’t involved in.

Option two: somehow take Tim back to Paris, pray he didn’t get akumatized the moment Hawkmoth finds out about him, and fight both him and Bona-parts at the same time.

Or option three: leave Tim here for the bats to deal with if -- when -- they won.

She sighed, listening to her soulmate kicking open doors. He was getting closer and closer…

“Get Master Fu to open a portal.”

They’d be losing their numbers advantage, but it would at least be three-on-three. Hopefully, that would be enough for them to win.

A portal opened in front of her and she sighed, glancing back at the top of the stairs...

Only for her eyes to widen as Tim launched himself at her. He crashed into her and sent them both flying.

They fell through the portal together.

~~~

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#timinette #timari #soulmarks #marinette dupain cheng #tim drake #yea no this is definitely a Gets Worse Before It Gets Better fic #maribat #adribat

[dodo-begone]

Now Listen Here Sad Bitches - Stop Being Sad

Pairing: Yan!Xisuma x Reader (idk if it's rlly yan tbh)

Request: If you’re up to it can I get yandere nHo hcs? Bc I’m desperate for nHo content, But if you don’t know enough about the nHo boys can you do a continuation of your yandere xisuma fic? bc it was really good👀

Word count: 5k words

Warning: Falling, Depression, Death, Yandere (?)(just a bit posessive/protective at the end), Bit of confusion/memory loss, Mention of Running Away

This is a Part 2 to Ugly Fuckling

If this EVER looks funky or glitched, here's a link to it on Ao3.

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A methodical ticking echoes around the room, the only indicator that time was passing. The room was nearly a blinding black, yet a ray of moonlight made its way into the room. From that, you were able to see Xisuma. Without his helmet covering his face, he looked much more welcoming and soft. It wasn’t like he wasn’t soft and welcoming anyways, he just looked so much softer and approachable. A real person - man what were you even thinking?

Mentally shaking off that train of thought, you let your mind wander onto a different topic. Since Xisuma stopped you from following through with your impulsive decision to leave, he hadn’t exactly let you out of his sight. A few of your activities were free from his supervision, but otherwise you were with him.

At first you felt like an absolute bother to him, but his insistence that it was all fine made things better. Minimally better, if you were to speak honestly. It didn’t alleviate your feelings at all. He was being so nice and attentive to you and your needs. And what were you doing with that? You were being the little debbie downer that you are and not getting better. Come on, this was all for you. That meant you had to get better for him since he was putting so much effort into making you get better.

He made you all of your favorite foods, cuddled you any time even a tear fell from your eyes, asked about what was worrying or saddening you and trying to talk you through it to feel better, and so much more. All around it was everything you needed, really it was. Everything was getting better, yet you weren’t.

This had been going on for days, and you were still thinking of leaving. Though technically you did. Maybe the entire server moved with you. Maybe that fact could be ignored. Maybe. Everyone gathered up and went to a new server not too long after your most recent “escape” attempt. You weren’t sure if it was the unsaid yearly move to a new season or what, but it seemed a little too convenient if you thought about it. But thinking was a laborious and bothersome task. So no thoughts - only depression. Yea, that’s how things rolled for you.

The thought of leaving was far from leaving your mind. It was always on the backburner, but became a prominent thought whenever you weren’t with anybody. Especially Xisuma. Voices whispered to feed your insecurities, giving a source for your depression to grow off of. And boy was it growing. Adding in this new move made you question a bit more.

You knew you wanted to leave the server because of how icky, disgusting and disappointing you were, but now you were truly realizing where the issue lay. Wel, you knew before, but it just became more evident. It wasn’t the server itself. The issue lay between you and the hermits. So that feeling of not belonging? Still rather prominent. Even with their fresh new start where everyone had the same resources, said “resources” were nonexistent since everyone started with nothing, it was rather evident you still didn’t belong.

Grian was the only one who didn’t build a “starter house” immediately. That made two hermits you knew who didn’t make a starter house. The two hermits being you and Grian, so that made you feel better. Until you found out the reason he didn’t make a house was because he went to defeat the Ender Dragon and get loot from end cities. Yea that really didn’t make you feel better. And these “starter” builds the others made were no joke. They weren’t even starters, in your opinion. These were whole builds in and of themselves. Like things you’d be building late game, if you even got around to making anything that could compare.

Once again, your mind cemented that you were very alien to this group. Alongside the “new fodder” that you had, which was really recycled thoughts, memories, or insecurities, you started to cry. Stifling your sobs without being able to cover your mouth with your hands is a very hard task. All remaining strength you had went into calming your breath and being as silent as possible. You still allowed the tears to continue their route down your cheeks with no intent to stop them. If you only allow tears to flow with no noise, you can get your emotions out while not bothering Xisuma. A win-win.

Time was illusive, slipping through your hands like sand. One moment you were crying next to Xisuma in bed then a blink later you were waking up in an empty bed. The ever annoying sun was flaunting its energy and jovial beams into the room and blinding you with it. Man, how you envied the sun. It was able to get up every day and do its duty. And not even the duty it was exactly made for. One that it conveniently worked with. A necessity to life.

Still, you layed in bed. Too lethargic to move on your own; there was no will or energy to move. Well, there was one reason; you wanted to search for Xisuma. Where could he have gone off to? He wasn’t in the bed. Somewhere else in the house? Out on a project? Who knows. The likelihood of him being gone was high and that, along with the thoughts, kept you in the bed.

The day passed. Maybe you slept. You were still very tired and very sad, so it really made no difference in the end if you did actually sleep sometime that day since nothing changed. Snuggling into the blankets for warmth and comfort, you awaited for Xisuma’s return. Though you don’t remember him saying that he was going anywhere in particular yesterday. Did he? Memories blurred together and multiple days became one mushed memory. Many memories of him mentioning future projects to you or other things came to mind. How recent were those? Mulling over your memories, you tried to pinpoint when they happened based on some other memories. You referred to them as your “time reference memories”... They had a different name, but the name eludes you. But that was their purpose, so that name shall stay.

Soon a plethora of other memories came to mind as you quickly sorted through them. So they obviously didn’t take place in the same time area-frame thingy as when you joined the Hermitcraft server. That was months ago- clearly off the table. Then did they happen around the time you were building the trash on the server? Also a big no- that’s way too early. Oh dear- all the memories that were popping up were far too early. Crap- think. Think, think, think. Come on, more recent. What about when you tried to leave? Well it happened after that, but much closer.

A flash of memories pass behind your eyes yet you can’t decipher all of them. It was obviously some memories and you could faintly see some things, but it was all a blur of colors. You didn’t have the time for this right now. After you figure this out, you could reminisce on them. Now you had to figure out which memory out of the blob you had was most recent-

Staring at the ceiling did nothing to help. No new spark of memories came up, even with your mind scrambling for any scrap it could get its little grubby hands on. Great- now you were stuck going off of his appearance and what the house looked like during those times. Now the dilemma was “which came first”. Almost every memory took place in the house.

Wait! He didn’t have the diamond armor in all of them! Only two of them had diamond armor involved. Specifically on Xisuma. You didn’t have anything on this new server. Well, compared to him or any other hermit, anyways. To say you were behind or “lagging” was an understatement. Having iron armour isn’t really a flex. Especially when it goes missing. Like who just up and loses armor like that? You do, apparently.

That isn’t the point. Stay focused! So he had armor, what did the house look like? Or anything outside the window?

Finally a lightbulb went off in your mind. Of course! He talked about a fire last time. Yes, you were sure of you. Not sure why but you were very sure of that fact. He mentioned that some gravel on a mountain was on fire and he wasn’t sure why. Then he talked about a building in the next memory… Everything was starting to add up! Oh you felt so smart right now. So good.

So what mountain did he say he was going to? It was a villager hall, right? Or was it the future place for a build… No, villager hall because he mentioned villagers and trading. Obviously not another build. But what if it was? Now you were conflicted because you were so sure but at the same time doubt pranced around your mind obnoxiously. Your anxiety was getting ticked off more.

First the disappearance of Xisuma and now your worries are getting to you? Really, it was the opposite order. More of an Oreo, but that wasn’t important.

Taking a deep breath, you try to get your thoughts under control again. Regain you cool. Alright. If you find Xisuma then you can calm everything else down. That was your biggest worry right now. The longer you didn’t know Xisuma’s location and condition, the worse your mental state became. From there, it was obvious how everything would decline.

All you had to do was go to Xisuma. Right. Go to Xisuma. Who is outside. Out of the bed. Debating on whether or not to leave the comforting confines of the blankets or search for Xisuama was definitely something. It was hard but also wasn’t all at the same time. Because yes, staying in bed and being warm would be amazing. The preferred option. But you were worried about the lack of Xisuma’s presence. That took precedence over comfort.

Grumbling, you slowly start to drag yourself out of bed. More accurately rolling out and only turning to properly get out of bed and onto your feet. Same end result really. Slowly, as to not cause a dizzy spell, you get up and walk toward the door. Said dizzy spell still hits you like a baseball gets hit by a bat, but there was an attempt. Black overtakes your vision for a second before everything goes back to normal. Boy you didn’t miss those pounding headaches with dizzy spells. Damn vertigo.

Shaking your head, you steady yourself for the journey to the outside. It was going to be perilous. Well not really, but your mind tried to come up with the worse case scenarios. Like some Dream SMP members coming for you to drag you back. Or pillagers near or at the front door. Or some other nasty mob. Oh the possibilities were nearly endless. But you had to do this.

Hyping yourself up, you mentally prepare for what you could think of. Aka prepare for something bad like pain. To be fair, pain would be better than a Dream SMP member but pain still hurts.

A noise of annoyance leaves your lips as you once again try to get yourself back on track. You hated how easily distracted you got sometimes. Though it did help in some situations. Admitting to that wouldn’t be too helpful in any regard so back to ignoring it you go.

Soon you’re back on track and continuing your journey. The only thing standing between you and the outside world stared at you. The front door. It wouldn’t be for long. All you had to do was open it and then start the other leg of your journey and- wait.

The door greeted your face with a nice hearty slam as you walked right into it. Confusion was just written all over your face. You grabbed the knob, did you not? Taking a step back, you peer down. Low and behold, you were holding the door knob. Your brows furrowed as you twisted the knob. Nothing happened. Trying with more strength and vigor or whatever might do something? Maybe it’s just stuck. Unlikely but hey! Delusions are much sweeter and easier to swallow. Plus being more violent with an inanimate object makes it work! Usually, anyways. Beat a banana and you get mush so not always. That’s besides the point because the darn door still refused to open. Huffing, you try being a little harder with the door. Though that leads to nothing but you fearing it breaking. One creak escapes the poor door and you’re off of it like a puppy squealed rather than a door.

Anxiety started to bloom in your chest for the uptenth time or whatever. It’s happened a lot and that’s all that matters. Deep breaths. In and out. In and out. It’s just a door. If it breaks it can be replaced. Also it’s a door. It’s probably fine. Though you didn’t exactly want to test that. Who knows when the door is going to just say “nope! I’m done” and just break?

Leaning against the door, you slide to the floor as you think of another plan to leave. The door was locked, right? This is a brand new door we’re talking about. Rust couldn’t have shut it already, right? You were by the sea though so who knew what the salt and water was doing to it. That ruins doors, wood, and mentals, right? If only you were a builder or someone more fluent with stuff like this. Someone who knew how stuff like that worked. Because wow, you were beyond dumb on that subject.

You curl up in defeat. Bringing your knees to your face, you wrap your arms around them to secure them. To feel safer and smaller. Block out the world. All you wanted to do was stay there, just like that. Not that exact position, but you want to feel comforted and safe. A craving for belonging and love. Although something you craved, whenever it was just handed to you or offered, you turned it down. Nobody actually likes you. They just want to use you.

Everyone has used you in the past for something.

Tears started to form in your eyes. As you lift your head from the curl, you take a deep breath. This is annoying, tiring. Crying is useless right now. Nothing is going to be fixed this way.

As you subdued the tears, you looked around the house again. There had to be another exit, right? Maybe. Half of the houses you’ve lived in only had one entrance or exit. The other half either had a secret exit or another doorway. This wasn’t one of the latter, though. It was one of the former; you were only informed of one way to exit or enter the house. Xisuma didn’t mention any emergency escape. Well there weren’t any holes in the house besides that- OH WAIT!

Smacking your forehead, you scramble to your feet and look directly at the closest window. If it had the ability to, it’d probably be sweating out of fear or anxiety. Either or, that window wasn’t going to have a good time. Fortunately for you, though, the window couldn’t judge you. And the window is very easy to climb out of.

Walking closer for inspection, it didn’t seem like it’d be too hard to open. Just flick a latch or two and just lift the bottom. You’re home free after that. The latches weren’t an issue. Grabbing the bottom of the glass, you silently pray that it won’t be as stubborn as the door.

Some deity was feeling nice today because the window opened without much trouble. A little elbow grease but that was a small price to pay. Now started the awkward maneuvering to get outside. This was one thing you didn’t miss from your past.

First a leg, then the other, and slide later, you land ungraceful into the outside world. Either you were going to land on your face or bum and you didn’t want any of that. So instead you did a nice little dance.

Okay so dance would be the fun way of stating it. What happened was you stumbled around for a bit, waving your arms around in a desperate attempt to regain balance. But you get to stay on your feet, so the trade off of your dignity was well worth it. Plus nobody was around to see it.

Once balanced, you were in awe of the builds that were just a wall away. How much has changed since you last came out? How long were you inside? You only remember the comically tall portal and the partial build of the portal tower being around when you came. Besides the starting house and a few other small things, of course. But now there were two completed towers. The dark one was obviously the portal tower because of the color scheme. What was the other than? It was colored like a lighthouse with the red and white bands encompassing it, but you didn’t want to say anything definitely. After all, it was somewhat hard to tell.

The coloration indicated a lighthouse, along with the silhouette, but it looked a bit too artistically done. And when something is artistically done, it could be anything. So you’ll call it tower two! Tower two was rather pretty!

Xisuma wasn’t around though. Right. The mountain wasn't around here, was it? Where was it, anyways? It must’ve been pretty far away.

With the prospects of a long walk ahead of you, your shoulders slump. Dear lord, this was more work than you wanted to go through. Who knows how far it is! But it wasn’t just some walking for fun, it had a purpose.

Gathering your remaining energy and grit, you start the laborious, long, and treacherous journey through the continent for Xisuma. Hiking wasn’t your strong suit and keeping an eye out for Xisuma too? This makes everything so much harder.

You were only able to get off the island and back onto the mainland, where you started to scale the mountain before you heard a ruckus. Progressively, it got louder and more discernible. Yelling. Sounded like words. Gibberish, but it slowly grew clearer.

“Oh my gosh,” danced with the wind by your ears. “Oh no.” A cry of your name, or something really similar. Were those words? Those couldn’t be words, right? Whipping your head around, you see Xisuma running your way frantically. Okay, so those were most definitely words if the scene before you proved anything.

Excited, you start your descent back to the ground. Step by step. Is it step by step when you’re climbing? Your focus is on Xisuma. Pretty much entirely. It really shouldn’t have as you misjudge the next step. In the blink of an eye you went from viewing rock to viewing sky and a scary feeling building in your chest. The feeling grew exponentially and it didn’t take a genius to know what was going on.

A scream ripped its way from your chest as it tightened more. Said scream doesn’t last long for it ended as quickly as it came. No air could move, no noise could come out any more. Air was stuck in your throat, unable to reach your lungs. Fear paralyzed your muscles, eyes shut for there was no difference in the view. Everything was blurred and the black was more welcoming and comforting.

Too fast. Time wasn’t even a consideration. A social construct thrown out the window as soon as your fingers lose contact with the rocks.

The ground had to be near by now. It felt like hours passed now, but at the same time everything seemed to be zipping by.

Contact is made, and you expect it to be the end. You grunt as all remaining air is forced from your body. Another noise came from beneath you. Gasping for air, panic made you feel so cold. Is this what death felt like? No air was coming in and you definitely hit the ground. Were you going to die because you slipped up?

Black was encompassing your vision once again. Frantic attempts to regain air were barely rewarded for your lungs remained mostly empty. Everything still felt paralized, but now your chest felt worse. It hurt so much.

Something was moving beneath you. Pink entered your failing vision. It shifted you around, moving your head and body. More accurately, it moved. Your head was placed on a soft surface while your body was on something else.

Slowly your vision ebbed back to reality. Or you did. Everything still felt wonky. But an axolotl helmet came to greet you. That was a nice thing about your vision clearing, you guessed. Pretty pink axolotl.

“Are you okay,” the axolotl shakily asks. It’s hands were shaking and it sounded masculine.

“Yea,” your voice felt and sounded weird. Very airy, frail, and kinda delirious. You know, the “I don't feel right” type of delirious. Is that delirious? Oh wait you were talking! “Yea i’m good.”

“Are you sure,” the axolotl keeps persisting. It seemed to be looking over you for any injuries. How nice of it! “Double sure? Triple sure? No scrapes? Nothing hurts?”

“I’m absolutely sure,” you assure. Man this was a comfy place and you wanted to stay here longer, but you need to get standing. With shaky arms and legs, you unsteadily get up, stumbling or leaning a bit too much at times. The axolotl panics and helps you to your feet, never letting go afterwards. You thank it for its help and try to walk away, back to Xisuma’s house. Though it assists you, staying by your side as if it were attached with cement.

“You need to stop doing stuff like this,” it begs, leading you by the elbow. “It’s like everytime i’m gone, you purposely go get yourself into trouble, get hurt, or try to leave. I don’t get it. Why do you keep doing it?”

To say you were confused would be an understatement. What’s it even talking about?

Suddenly a thought hits you like lighting and everything starts to line up. This is literally Xisuma. How did you forget that? He changes skins with every new season. Wow you either hit your head, panicked and forgot every important detail ever, or you really needed the oxygen for those brain cells because they finally got what they needed to function.

“Sorry,” you really are sorry. For half of those things, if not almost all of them. If you were simply allowed to go back to the Dream smp in peace, you would be completely fine. Not a bother to the hermits, not a walking hazard to society, and you wouldn’t feel inadequate anymore… Actually that wouldn’t go away no matter where you went or what you did. “I didn’t mean for any of that to happen.”

Xisuma doesn’t reply to your words and you start to panic again. “You weren’t in the house and I got really anxious, okay? I didn’t remember where you said you were going and I just… I needed a hug. I know that sounds stupid or childish, but i wasn’t feeling good. And you said that if I needed something, I'd just have to go to you. Oh who am i kidding, this was the dumbest thing ever. I’m so so sorry for bothering you-” Tears started to well up in your eyes, blurring your vision entirely. You were thankful that you weren’t walking alone while like this. Who knew what else you’d get yourself hurt on.

Not only were your words stopped, but your whole body was too. Jerked back by Xisuma, your teary eyes look directly at his visor which only reflects back your pitiful face. Though you don’t see it for long as you’re pulled into a hug by Xisuma. This only causes you to cry harder.

“Hey hey hey,” Xisuma’s voice is a low murmur, a comforting rumble from his chest. “It’s okay. It’s alright. Did I not tell you where I was going before I left?”

Shaking your head, a tiny “no” escapes you between sobs. Xisuma just hugs you tighter and you snuggle closer. That’s if you can, but you still try.

“Oh i’m so sorry,” he starts to pat and rub your back in a comforting manner, repeatedly apologizing for forgetting to tell you. And other things. Though you can’t exactly tell what they are through your sobbing.

It takes ages for you to calm down. You don’t really have much to go off of, besides the sun. What was once a noon sun glaring down on you was a peaceful sunset over the ocean. When you finish crying, only shaky breaths and tear stains remain to show off the previous crying fit. That and the red eyes.

The sunset is pretty, so you focus on that. Positioning your face to not have it smooshed into Xisuma’s chestplate was a struggle since he was holding you so tightly. But you managed. Soon your face wasn’t full on smooshed into his chest plate, only the side. Your cheek was definitely doing that pancake thing which smooshes out like a flat tire.

Everything’s so peaceful and quiet. Only the waves and sea life disturb it, but it made a great background noise. Xisuma soon adds to everything with some light humming. Rumbling from the chest is so comforting. Why was it such a forgettable yet amazing thing? It felt so nice.

With the humming came some rocking. Going side to side, humming a nonsensical tune. Not long after, you join in as well. Yours was definitely less consistently though, for it was broken up but little giggles. The longer you two went on, the more you giggled.

His arms unwrap themselves and you feel disappointed and saddened by the loss. You needn’t wait for long though, as on both sides of your body, you suddenly feel a tingly sensation. Bursting out into laughter, you try to struggle away from the tickle attack Xisuma has launched on you. But he’s relentless, keeping up with your retreat. It’s only when you’re out of breath, on the ground, and playfully yelling your surrender at him, that he stops.

You two start to calm down again. Laughter slowly ebbed away to chuckles or silence. Not an uncomfortable or awkward silence by any means. A safe and comforting one.

“Come on,” Xisuma prompts, getting up from the crouched position he had to be in for his attack, giving out his hand when he was properly on his feet. “Let’s get home before mobs start to spawn.” You’re more than happy to take his hands. With a pull, you’re brought back to your feet. But you two don’t let go of each other’s hands.

Together you two finish the trek home, and rather quickly too. With the sun setting, it was just a matter of minutes before danger would appear. Luckily you two made it to safety without any issues. The beginning area Xisuma had set up was well lit, safe from the dark and the dangers it harbors.

Being back in the base area made you feel more at peace, calmer, less endangered. Whatever you wanted to say, but you felt safer. And everything looked so pretty at night! You really need to come out more with Xisuma. Staring in awe at the builds in a different light, you and Xisuma dawdle on home.

Everything was perfect again. Just like before. You were happy, Xisuma was happy, what else could you need.

Xisuma walks ahead of you to unlock the front door, to which you say a little “thank you” out of habit and slip on by him and into the house. You do mean it, but still, it’s a habit drilled into you.

After getting back into the house, with some idle chit-chat, you start to get things fixed up in the house. Some dinner was in order for the two of you. After all, you just tried to climb a mountain to find Xisuma and who knows if Xisuma actually ate today. Plus you haven't had anything to eat yet. Whoops.

Leaving Xisuma to his own devices, you continue your conversation as you prepare a meal.

You don’t notice him locking the door and windows, or the dark look he has when he sees the window open, or him putting the keys in his pocket after locking all of the other windows. When he doesn’t reply immediately, though, you turn toward the last direction you heard him from, only to reveal an empty house. Perplexed, you look around a bit, but are stopped by a tap on your shoulder.

Jumping, you whirl around to see Xisuma without his helmet on, chuckling at your reaction. Laughing along with him, you give him a nudge with your hip. He returns it, laughing harder when you’re bumped away from him. This goes on for a while as you cook dinner, with Xisuma helping you.

The night goes on like this. Full of gentle, playful antics and a loving atmosphere. The love you felt was immense. You hadn’t felt happier in months.

Xisuma hasn’t been so scared in months either.

He should’ve secured the house better. Made sure you were fine before he left. Locked the windows before he left.

Now he knows to lock windows. You’d try to use them in the future. Better a situation where you went looking for him than you leaving him. But now he knew.

And all was good again.

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[liitlesunshiine]

High on the clock

Quirkless AU - Toya Todoroki

Warnings: cursing, drug use, anxiety, panic attack mention, suggestive themes, slight sexual themes 

A fun light hearted fic. Definitely enjoyed writing this piece so I hope you guys enjoy reading it. ^.^ It’s flirty n cute n Toya is a total bae. <3 

You and Toya are coworkers who try making the most out of your shitty job. 

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“Goddd this place fuckin blows.” You groaned in frustration sitting across Toya. 

“As if I didn’t know that already,” he sleeplishly replied. 

You never intended on working in this shit show of a store for as long as you have but yet, here you were two wasted years later. You had high hopes after graduation but it seems no job wants to hire someone with no experience and you can’t get any experience since you can’t get an actual job that’ll provide it. So it’s forced you in this sort of awkward limbo and vicious cycle of going back and forth. You’ve been stuck wearing this shitty bright uniform with a barely livable wage and terrible hours. Miserable every second of the day, with the constant guilt eating at you for being so complacent. 

Of course there were a few exceptions.

Of course… Like the highly attractive coworker you spent most of your time here with. Days spent with Toya were significantly better than the days spent without Toya. In fact, if it weren’t for him, you’d probably wouldn’t have lasted as long as you had here. Because man, when days were good they were ok, but when the days were bad, they were really fucking bad.  Some in which you were ready to burn down everyone and everything yet the sweet, hot, god-like Toya would make you melt with his cute quirky smile and meet your eyes with his own that you would absolutely drown in and next thing you know, you had completely forgotten about what you were upset over. Now, it’s just a bonus that he meets your sarcasm with his own, the both of you have always had this flirty like atmosphere that neither of you are willing to acknowledge but low key kinda know there’s an underlying sexual tension there. It was strange how well you both got along, the average onlooker would assume nothing more than a simple boyfriend and girlfriend relationship but it was really just mutual likability and connection between the two of you. Days with Toya were simply good days. And you were absolutely grateful for someone like him because god knows how terrible it’d really be here without him.

“Why don’t we make this night a bit memorable,” Toya who was right next to you behind the counter, gives you a side wink and unzips the company jacket to reveal a small ziplock within the pocket. Andddddd long behold it’s weed! You chuckle to yourself, never getting tired of Toya’s shenanigans. Very much appreciated as he’s best form of entertainment here. 

“Toya we almost got caught last time, you really wanna risk it again?” Your words ran on deaf ears as he was already rolling up the blunt underneath the counter, “what’s the worst they can do? Fire us?” You stopped for a second and nodded, well he wasn’t wrong. Maybe this was the push you needed to finally leave this shit hole. “You got a point, let’s do it quick before someone comes in.” 

While this is a 24 hour convenience store, usually pass 1am, rarely anyone is inside. So you suppose it wouldn’t be too bad of an idea. Plus with Toya your bound to have a good time, who are you to deny him. You trusted in him enough to get away with his bs. 

“Pass the lighter doll,” you fished for the lighter that was nicely decorated with little blue flames over in your small book bag and passed it to him. He holds the blunt between his two hands and you duck underneath the counter with him. “Ladies first,” he cockily said, you lean forward and placed your mouth on the blunt while he held it for you. He always did this and it always felt oddly intimate to you. Couldn’t help the warm fuzzy feeling in your chest taking over when his glass like eyes gazed over you. They always made you curious and somehow hungry for knowledge of his life. You’ve never knew someone so well yet know nothing of them, but that’s always been enigma of Touya. You exhaled closing your eyes, attempting to calm your nerves. “You know the only time I ever smoke is on the job with you.” He smirked bringing the blunt to his own lips, “guess I’m a bad influence then.” 

You snorted and rolled your eyes. “Everyone needs a lil spice in their life, no?” It was his turn to roll his eyes. You gently grabbed his wrist and led the blunt back to your lips again, he stared quietly at you. Which oddly made you tense up. “Don’t look at me like that,” you smiled. 

“Like what?” He smiled. 

“Like I’m the most beautiful girl in the world that you can’t live without.” Now you both laughed. This was the usual routine with Toya; cracking jokes and talking shit for a bit and simply enjoying each other’s company while the store was empty. He finally broke the trance you were in when he spoke up. 

“You know, having my father kick me out of the house wasn’t so bad after all,” Toya leaned in. 

You looked at him with a puzzled look, he never brings up his father. Whenever the conversation appeared it was quickly diverted elsewhere. You didn’t want to poke or intrude but curiosity got the best of you and you couldn’t help but want to continue the conversation. “Yea? Why is that?” You wondered. His father, from what you’ve been able to gather with the little bits Toya has mentioned here and there, was that supposedly his father is some CEO to a multi million dollar company. Odd considering the likes to where Toya ended up but you concluded that they must’ve ended in bad terms. You understood how cruel and selfish parents can be and didn’t need further explanation on that part. Easy to assume considering how poorly and little he speaks of him. He shut your ideas off with his simple response. 

“I wouldn’t be smoking a blunt with the world’s most beautiful girl under this shitty counter, if it weren’t for it.” Ha, that definitely caught you off guard, causing a light blush to form across your face. Even with a seeming sensitive topic he still manages to tease you. He’s got that cheeky smile plastered all over, “Got you choked up doll?” You rolled your eyes. You were about to tell him off before the door rang indicating that someone has entered the store. You snapped out of the haze and immediately got up to quickly realize that the person who entered was one of the regional managers, oh fuck. You nearly froze in fear and kicked Toya under the counter. “Ow the fuck was that for?” He looked at you while soothing the kick you just gave him but upon looking at your panicked expression and frenzied body, he quickly crushed the blunt and shoved it back inside the pocket of his jacket. He didn’t need to be told or explained which you greatly appreciated at the moment. Toya was always able to read the room, bless his soul. He clumsily got back up to which you had fixed his crooked hat and whispered into his ear to tuck his shirt in while covering him slightly to do so.

“Hi-ya hello, good afternoon, I mean good evening sir.” You embarrassedly stumbled over your words to which Toya snickered at. You kicked him again harder this time as discreetly as you could. On the verge of a panic attack. He gripped tightly at the counter, smiling at the man in front of you both. Hissing silently at the pain your kick caused him. He gave you a quick side eye nodding his head in disapproval. Which somehow made you feel drastically worse. 

“Good evening to you both, I’m sure you know who I am.” 

You responded a bit too hastily looking like a rabid chihuahua. “Yes! Yea. Of course we do, how are you? What brings you in at this time? It’s so late.” You manage to say within 2.0 seconds, the automatic robotic customer service attitude overtaking your body. Well- at least trying to considering you just had a 30-minute smoke sesh under the counter and your mind is  desperately trying to sober up. Honestly, what the fuck was he doing here at this time? This has never happened and I mean out of all the hours of the day. Oh yea, you’re definitely getting fucked, the smell of weed was so pungent, it was literally embarrassing how bad the situation looks. You wanted to cry. Toya’s eyes were stained red and you only assumed yours look worse. 

“Gotten a few complaints about this store recently. Wanted to come in and take a look.” You began to get a cold sweat, oh shit he knows, he definitely knows. You had words lodged in your throat that couldn’t come out. What could you say? What can you say? You’re in the wrong here. Everyone knows that smoking weed with your cool and kinda hot coworker under the counter is definitely not ok. Maybe even illegal, oh god what if this gets on your record. You’ll definitely not be able to get a professional job, then you’ll really get stuck working a even shitter job than this. Oh good oh god oh my god. 

As if sensing the absolute panic and anxiety off of you, Toya gently caressed your arm motioning you to relax and to stay silent. You recognized the wave that washed over him and instantly knew he’d handle the situation, he always does. And if you could die in his arms right now, you’d accept your fate happily. Toya was an interesting man oh right, you always believed he held such potential to do great things and even change the world. It doesn’t make sense really considering you both work at a basic job but you had come to secretly admire the guy. You’d would tell him too, how you believed in him, how you had so much confidence for him to become something great but he would always shut it down and brush it off like it was nothing.  It was as if he didn’t think he was good enough. It always bugged you that he thought so little of himself, but seeing him now causally and confidently bullshit the regional manager out of your current situation just simply reminded you of how special he was to you. Definitely got your pussy wet and made you eternally grateful too.

Toya was standing in front of the counter, making hand gestures while the manager just stared analyzing his words. You were completely z0ned out, only able to get parts of the conversation. 

“We’ve been having this customer appear at the store over and over again around this time of night harassing me and Y/N. We’ve considered calling the cops since he’s always high off his mind, we’ve caught him smoking in the bathroom on multiple occasions too. He was in here about 15 minutes ago and we haven’t been able to get rid of the smell.” 

Ah the beautiful lies that slipped through Toya’s lips sounded like a symphony. It was nothing short of comedic and yet so fucking Oscar-worthy. You could definitely pay this man to tell you lies he with how effortlessly convincing he was. You couldn’t even care to listen to what the manager was responding with, but on his way out he waved at you wishing you a goodnight and you sighed out with relief. 

Toya turns to you clasping his hands together “well there’s gonna be a security guard here for the next two weeks.” You laughed “I guess that’s better than getting fired huh.” 

“I’m not sure about that,” he chuckled. “I texted Shigs to come and take over the rest of our shift.” 

You looked at him confused, “how come? Either way, do you think he’ll be ok alone here?”

Toya slipped his phone into his pocket and walked back to you “yea he doesn’t give a fuck. Besides you look pale fucking white, guess this guy sobered your ass up real quick.” 

You attempted to glare angrily at him but it came off as a soft puppy look. You had no energy nor the strength to pretend. It feels like you just got whiplash from the rollercoaster you were on. Figured it was no use in lying considering you looked like you just went through it. “Yea, I still feel high as shit, I just wanna go home already, only thing this guy gave me was a fat fucking headache.” 

He ruffled the top of your head, “awe poor baby,” he said in a teasing tone, he inched up right beside you, “I got something that can help with that.” You jokingly pushed him off you, tying to ignore the warm feeling pooling under your stomach. Your mind was definitely thinking something dirty with a million miles per second and with how he handled today’s situation you’d be more than willing to give him whatever he pleased, but you pretended to cast aside those intrusive thoughts and act unfazed. “Shit don’t tell me you got Advil on you too?” 

He chuckled lightly nodding is head down, “got something even better doll.” He scoots up next to you and grabs a bottle of excedrin underneath the counter, passing it to you. You excitedly open it taking two pills out “oh my god I didn’t know we had some underneath here, yes thank you. You're definitely my hero today Toya.” As if y’all didn’t work in a convenience store that had if not all types of medicines. It was the effort that made it special though, it’s what brought that bright goofy smile of yours to light.  

You weren’t able to see the blush that formed on his cheeks while you swallowed the two pills. “Yea I remember you telling me you get headaches n shit and I know this medicine helps with it.” He was scratching the back of his head awkwardly. He never really handles compliments well but you tippy toed over to him and wrapped your arms softly around his neck. “I appreciate it Toya, that was really thoughtful. Thank you.” 

If you didn’t see his previous blush you definitely noticed this one, which in turn lead you to blush. But you couldn’t miss this opportunity- “AWE is lil Toya blushing. So cute brings me back to my middle school days.” That caused a loud laugh to come out of you both. “Shut it.” he quickly and quietly said. 

“Am I interrupting something.” You and Toya quickly untangled from each other trying to play off the slight tension in the air. 

“Errrr um.. Hey Shiggy, thanks for uh coming in.” You awkwardly stumbled, you never really got along with him so there was always this weird loud silence between the both of you. He already seemed to be annoyed, per usual.  The sloppy blue hair all tangled looking greasy and his patchy skin looking irritated and flaky as usual. He definitely was not amused or happy to be here. Well when was her ever. You’ve yet to seen the man smile. 

“Whatever.” He takes a sip from his metal bottle and walks over to the counter. 

“Shiggy you the man, thanks for pulling up bud.” Toya pats him in the back and Shigaraki shuttered. “Don’t touch me,” he flatly said. He glared at you both. 

“You guys can go leave and fuck now.” The words caught you instantly by surprise and you got completely red. “That’s not what were gonn- ugh whatever like it matters.” With that, you and Toya clock out and leave the store with Shigaraki sending daggers at your back.

“He’s always acting like such a bitch.” You annoyingly complained. 

Toya puts his arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to him “he ain’t so bad when you get to know him.” 

“I guess.” You rolled your eyes, you didn’t really care. You were more relieved to have finally left. He can rot in the store by himself for all you care. Not you or Toga would miss him. 

“So,” Toya glided with his words, itching you closer to him. He was leading the way in this position with you happily following. Not knowing the destination but feeling completely at peace with his form completely snug at your side. You comfortably wrapped your arm around his waist and gently placed your head in the crook of his neck. This was nice you thought, you and Toya were always this intimate when alone. No hesitation or awkwardness, just simply holding hands and sharing body heat as friends with the underlying passion waiting to burst and to be acknowledged. But nothing ever felt rushed, not with Toya. You stared at him from this angle, taking in his beautiful effortless features. His lashes looked so long as you stared in slight jealousy, his hair a perfect black mess with hidden red roots if you stared long enough, and his eyes. Man, you could write poems and sing songs with how the eyes stirred up some emotion you can't quite pin down. Always causing an eruption of feelings you can barely control. 

You felt the warmth from his breath when he spoke, “wanna go to back to my place and finish that blunt? Would love nothing more than to see the world’s most beautiful girl on my bed.” 

You blushed and nodded looking at those piercing blue eyes once again “well, when you look at me like that I guess I can’t say no.” 

Maybe this time you would finally show Toya just how special he really is to you. 

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Dirty Laundry - Daddy Dom! Keigo Takami (Hawks)

g e n r e - s m u t. fluff ending

w a r n i n g s - Dom! Hawks, daddy kink, creampie, degradation, fingering,

o r i g i n a l  c o n t e n t - i did write this

w o r d s - 2507

r e q u e s t s - closed

a / n - this is my first anime related fic haha. i’m a big weeb and an even bigger Hawks simp... so here we are... i noticed that there is literally zero plus size reader stuff for Hawks and as a big girl this was just unacceptable to me, so i took matters into my own hands. i don’t even watch my hero y’all, i just love his character, so if you see anything wrong with how i wrote him, just lmk (nicely) and i’ll look into it. anyways this is written with a plus-size reader in mind. if you see any mistakes grammatically please know i wrote this having been up for 20 hours. anyone, of course, can read it, and i highly encourage it because i worked hard on this piece, but there needs to be a common understanding that there will be no dramatic throwing of anyone through a wall or anything lmao. like the plus-size community is hella underrated and i hope that i do all my babies justice. also please leave feedback if you have any. also please do not engage in unprotected sex unless you are in a long term relationship with a trustworthy partner.  that being said please enjoy sex as much as you want with the use of aforementioned protection!

(10/25/20)

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Everyone has their secrets, their dirty laundry, except this laundry wasn’t yours. This laundry belonged to the number 2 hero, Keigo Takami, better known to the public as Hawks, the ever friendly and alarmingly quick man, both in actual speed and wit. This aforementioned laundry wasn’t just figurative, it was literal, and it was currently strung all over your bedroom floor.

You stood in pajamas in your kitchen, cooking for the birdman like some kind of housewife. You two weren’t even official, but whenever he says he is coming over, you can’t help but to let him. You were definitely falling for the hero a lot faster than you wanted to be and it was made even worse by the fact that you knew you were just his new toy. Granted this little arrangement had been going on for months, so how new were you really? That was the scary part, never knowing when it was going to be your last time seeing him.

You stir the curry in the pot before you, deep in thought when you feel a pair of arms wrap around your squishy mid-section. Hawks presses up against you, his wings spread out comfortably, as he nestles his head into the crook of your neck, his still damp hair tickles your face. The cheeky bird plants soft kisses along the column of your neck , humming happily.

“Hey baby bird,” he mumbles in your ear, his gravelly voice sending chills throughout your body.

The man nips at your ear and a blush spreads across your face, “Sir, I am trying to finish making dinner.”

Keigo grins and reaches past you, turning off the stove top, “What if I want you to be my dinner instead, kid?” Before you can reply he is licking up your neck, making your body go rigid.

You quickly lean the spoon against the side of the pot and turn to face him, “A-are you sure, you don’t want an actual meal, sir? You’ve worked all day and-” you trail off as you eye his body. The fit man decided to skip putting on a shirt and boxers, opting just for a pair of sweatpants that hang dangerously low on his hips. His dick already pressing against the fabric.

He chuckles, “What’s with all this ‘sir’ business, kid? You know if you’re gonna use any honorifics, it should be daddy.”

Hawks’ grin spreads further across his face as he watches you become more flustered, “Baby bird you get like this every time and I can’t say that I don’t enjoy it, but Daddy bird isn’t in a playful mood tonight, so let’s just skip the games yea?”

You just nod, his fingers run gently down your arms to your hands and he gives them a squeeze, before turning around and all but dragging you to your bedroom. Once inside the room, he doesn’t bother shutting the door, instead he stops right in front of your bed, turns around and instantly his lips are on yours.  Keigo kisses you roughly, his hands grabbing at your plush love handles. He never has been shy about how much he appreciates the extra cushion.

You feel a small breeze and then a chill as his feathers cut through the fabric of your apron and pajamas, leaving you only in your panties. You gasp at the suddenness of it all and he takes that opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. His grip on your body tightens as he pulls you impossibly closer, his tongue exploring your mouth as if it had never been there before.

When he finally pulls away for air, he takes your bottom lips between his teeth, enjoying the little hiss of pain you let out, “Oh ho ho, baby bird, baby bird,” he grins, stepping away from you to ogle your body, “how are you always so, damn, perfect? And you’re all mine? God am I lucky.”

You start to turn in on yourself in attempts to hide your body and Keigo tsks, pulling your arms away from yourself, “Pretty birdy,” he mumbles, turning the two of you around and pushing you on to the bed. A small yelp leaves your mouth as you make contact with your mattress.

He takes his bottom lip between his teeth, his gaze predatory, “Get comfy kid, daddy’s gonna take real good care of you.”

You quickly scoot back on the bed and he climbs on top of you. The bird lets his wings splay out behind him, his show of dominance. You can’t help but be impressed by the large display of crimson red. Keigo smiles proudly as you look at his wings in awe. You continue to watch as his wings fold down to cage the two of you in, “I’ll always take care of you baby bird.” His tone change made your eyes instantly shift to his and the look he gave you was different than normal. This wasn’t him claiming you sexually like it normally was, this was real, and that made everything that followed even better.

“I know,” you whispered and then once again the moment shifted. His hand cupping your face, his thumb tracing your lip. He watched as you took his thumb into your mouth and a tiny rumble left the back of his throat as he pulled it out and watched your eyes as you stared at him innocently.

“God you’re gonna be the death of me,” he grins as he leans down and attaches his lips to yours once again. The kiss is just as harsh as before, but it doesn’t last as long, as he opts to take it lower. Keigo sucks dark marks onto every inch of your neck that he can, trailing them down to your breasts. His tongue laps at your left nipple letting it harden before his lips wrap around the pert bud. Keigo brings his hand down to massage your right breast.

Small gasps leave your mouth as his hands work across your chest, his says nothing as he continues moving down your body. Keigo stops and looks up at you, before a feather darts in front of his eyes and into his hand. Dragging it quickly down both sides of your underwear, he pulls the freshly cut fabric away from your body.

“Keigo you have to stop cutting up all my clothing,” you say breathily.

He smirks, “Then you have to stop getting excited every time I do something to remind you how sharp they can be.” 

“I’m serious! And I don’t get excited I just-” is all you get out before he drags two fingers across your exposed folds, making a small whimper leave your lips instead.

The hero holds his fingers up in front of his face, “For someone who isn’t excited my fingers sure do seem to be wet, baby bird,” he coos before sticking the fingers in his mouth. You watch him, embarrassed as he sucks on his fingers dramatically, never breaking eye contact.

“You taste so good, kid, maybe I should get it from the source yea?”

Hawks lays down, bringing his face to your heat, “Now make sure you moan real loud for daddy, m’kay? I wanna be able to hear my pretty little songbird, got that?”

He looks up at you for an answer and you swallow thickly, “Yessir.”

“Good little bird,” is all he says before connecting his tongue with your clit. This immediate stimulation makes a moan leave your lips. He laps at the sensitive bundle of nerves and watches your body react to his menstruations.

As his tongue works at your erogenous bud, he eases a finger into you. You mewl as he pushes in and out of your ever wettening hole. Before you know it he is adding another finger, reveling at the way you wrap around them. Thrusting them in and out of you slowly, As he bends them, his fingers press against a part of you that has your back arching a bit at the feeling.  

You moan wantonly and he chuckles, sucking mercilessly on your clit. All the lewd noises you’re making are music to his ears and travel directly to his hardening length. Hawks lightly ruts against the bed as he easily slips a third finger into you. Your eyebrows knit together in pleasure and Keigo doesn’t miss a beat.

Angling his fingers a bit differently, he manages to continuously press against the best spots inside of you, “You make the best sounds song bird, is daddy gettin’ you close?”

You nod as a response, but that isn’t enough, “C’mon let me hear those big girl words, yea?”

“Y-yes daddy,” you breathe out as your orgasm creeps closer and closer, “can I, can I cum?”

“Of course baby bird,” he exclaims before abruptly pulling his fingers out of you. Your eyes shoot open and you look at him in shock.

“But it won’t be on my fingers. Not when my cock is a viable option.” The smirk on his face only becomes more mischievous as you look up at him with watery eyes.

Hawks crawls back over you, “Don’t worry kid, I won’t keep ya waitin’,” He kisses your forehead before pulling away and quickly clambering off the bed to remove his sweatpants. You watch as the pants fall to the floor. He is back on you in seconds, you whimper with anticipation as he taps the tip of his dick against your clit.

“Daddy please,” you whine and he smiles.

“You want it that bad baby?”

“Please, I need to have you inside me.”

It was unusual for you to be so unabashedly vocal about wanting him and who was he to say no to his precious little bird. Without another word he slips his dick inside of you. Pressing into you slowly, inch by inch, a low groan leaving his lips and filling in the empty space left by your silent cry in pleasure.

“S-so tight,” he stutters as he pulls out almost completely only to immediately resheath his length inside of you. It doesn’t take long for him to set a comfortable pace that has you panting for more.

Though just moments ago your climax had been ripped away from you, the familiar feeling is already regenerating and if the volume and length of your moans wasn’t enough to let him know, the way you fluttered around him uncontrollably was. Instead of commenting on it, he simpers, making you wrap your legs around his waist. His grip on your hips tightens as he angles his thrusts deeper. Keigo sets a faster pace that has you all but babbling about how great it feels.

Your hands go from gripping the bed sheets to unconsciously clutching the base of his wings. The hero lets out a breathy whine at the feeling, leaving you unintentionally clenching tighter around him.

“Ahh, fuck baby bird, those wings are sensitive enough on their own,” he pants out, “ but if you keep tugging at them and this messy cunt of yours keeps clenching around me so tight, I won’t last much longer.”

All you can do is moan in response as he thrusts into you faster, his member filling you up perfectly with each and every thrust.

“Please,” you whine, grabbing carelessly at the base of his wings as his cock continuously pounds into you.

He inhales harshly at the feeling, fighting back the lewd noises that threaten to spill over, “C’mon kid, I know you’re close. Cum for me like the good girl I know you are.” Each word said obviously filled with pleasure, his resolve withering away as you begin to fall apart. Your orgasm crashing through you.

Absolutely filthy sounds leave your lips and meld with the sounds he can no longer hold back. His praises slurred as he nears his own climax. Still fucking into your roughly, chasing his own high with wanton abandon. Even as your body begins to shake lightly in overstimulation, he doesn’t stop, not until he is filling you up. Still thrusting into you with fervor, he unabashedly lines your insides with him cum, head thrown back, wings slightly shaking, and a grip on your hips that will definitely bruise.

Instead of immediately pulling out, he leans down and presses his sweat damp forehead against your own, a soft fire in his eyes. You smile up at him softly and he grins widely in response.

“You know you’re mine forever, right y/n?”

“Is this your way of saying we are dating Keigo?”

“I asked my question first.”

“I feel like we are doing this all backwards.”

“If I say yes, you’ll say yes too correct?”

“Keigo, that makes it sound like you’re scared to say we’re official.”

“And if I am?”

“I’d say that I’m surprised number two hero Hawks is scared of anything,” you smirk up at him and he only grins wider.

“Of course we’re official. I honestly thought you already knew that.” He answered nonchalantly, finally leaning up to carefully pull out of you. You let out a small gasp at the feeling of being empty and he fights back his shit eating simper. Leaving the room to grab a towel to clean up.

As he cleans up the mess he made of your body, his fingers trace over all of the marks he left on you and you lay there in thought.

“How was I supposed to know we were official?”

“Geez, y/n. You think I just sleep with every female I know? What kind of hero do you take me for?” He asks, feigning offence.

You glare at him as he discards the dirty towel and walks over to his side of the bed, throwing his hands up in surrender, “Alright, alright, I’m sorry kid. I probably should have my intentions with you more clear from the start,” the two of you awkwardly shuffle around trying to get the blanket from underneath you and get comfortable. He pulls you into him, your head resting on his chest, his wings splayed out underneath you both. “So uh,” he clears his throat, awkwardly craning his neck to look down at you, “does that mean you’ve been seeing someone else, or…”

“They must have invented the term bird brain because of you specifically,” you sigh and he gasps.

“You sure are snippy for someone who just had amazing sex,” he chuckles and you smack his chest playfully.

“Of course I’m not seeing anyone else, you might be the number two hero, but you’re my number one,” you smile widely.

Hawks scoffs lightly, “Normally I hate cheesy stuff like that, but when it’s coming from you, I think maybe I could get used to it.”

“Well you better. You’re the one talking about forever,” you reply cheekily, looking up at him.

The man looks at you lovingly and places a gentle kiss on the top of your head, “You’re damn right I’m talking about forever, kid. Anything less and I don’t know what I’d do.”

#smut #stuck in a smut #daddy!hawks #hawks #keigo takami #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #hawks x you #takami keigo smut #hawks smut #takami keigo x reader #bnha #mha #bnha hawks #mha hawks #plus size #plus size smut #anime plus size smut #hawks x plus size reader #bnha plus size #mha plus size #bnha smut #mha smut #satori tendou from haikyuu is next lmfao #hawks.exe

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Irresistible Danger - Part 55

Synopsis:  After being caught outside the compound on your own, Negan decides to punish you in the best way possible ;)

Words: 2,953

Warnings: nsfw, smut, swearing

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Testing Boundaries

When you arrived at the kitchen a few hours later for dinner prep, you were surprised to find Ben conspicuously absent. At first you worried that he was afraid to show his face after being caught with Simon last night, but the staff member named Andrew informed you that he had temporarily stepped out when one of Negan’s men came in and said he needed Ben’s assistance with something. When Andrew verified the man’s identity as “the big smiley one with the mustache”, you had a feeling you knew just what kind of “assistance” had been needed. You weren’t even upset about it, because truth be told, Ben deserved some breaks from the kitchen. And you had a feeling that Simon possessed just enough carefree attitude and allure to make sure Ben got them. 

With the rest of the staff busy at their various tasks, and without Ben there as a distraction, you quickly became consumed with thoughts of your earlier conversation with Maria. She had made it seem as though Amber had been subdued, at least temporarily, and the rest of the wives weren’t in an uproar over the lack of attention from Negan, but the fact that a conversation about you had occurred at all put you a bit on edge. It was now obvious to the wives that you were the reason for Negan’s change in behavior, and you wondered how long it would take for that to leak to the rest of the community. And when that happened, people were sure to wonder and speculate, right? Hell, you had a bunch of questions still, and you were the one personally involved in the situation! 

By the time the first round of food was exiting the kitchen and being served to hungry patrons, your brain was starting to ache from how much that padlocked box of unanswered questions was jumping around, screaming to be opened and explored. You knew it couldn’t be ignored for much longer, but were terrified of what you might find if you let it loose. You already knew you were developing an emotional attachment to Negan, but if you opened that padlock and really took a look at the items inside, you might realize just how strong the emotions waiting to be uncovered really were. Hell, you had almost stupidly blurted some of what you were feeling out in the woods yesterday, and had barely caught yourself in time. 

Besides, the scariest part of opening that box wasn’t just looking at your own emotions and asking the tough questions, it was then also having to see what his responses would be.

Well the unknown is almost worse, so it’s time to suck it up and have a serious conversation with him about where all of this is going. Ask him about if he’s keeping his wives, admit you know he hasn’t been sleeping with them, and see what he says. Worst case scenario he laughs in your face, sends you away, and never speaks to you again. Easy peasy. 

Just as you were about to work up to a full internal panic attack at the thought of discussing it with him, the doors to the kitchen swung open, and Ben appeared. To anyone else he’d probably look the same as usual, but as he headed in your direction you could see a slight flush to his cheeks and a couple pieces of hair that were suspiciously more disheveled than usual. 

“I’m so sorry for missing prep,” he said by way of greeting, looking a bit tense, as if unsure how you’d treat him after the previous evening.

“Don’t apologize for things if you don’t actually regret them,” you teased with a smirk and playful shake of your head, voice low enough so that only he could hear. 

He choked on a laugh, shoulders visibly relaxing when he realized that nothing had changed between the two of you, and there was zero need for formality or awkwardness. 

Nudging you with his shoulder, he said, “Thanks.” It was one simple word, but the slightly shaky and whispered tone let you know how much emotion was behind it. 

A surge of protectiveness surged in you. If it hadn’t been apparent before how willing you were to Ricardo death-stab anyone who tried to make fun of or harm Ben, it definitely was now. He was one of the sweetest humans you had ever met, and Simon better treat him right or else he’d be dealing with you and your pointy sidekick.

“So, uh, what kind of ‘assistance’ did he need your help with?” You tried for cool and casual, but couldn’t totally hide a teasing grin.

“Oh, nothing much. He just needed a bit of a hand with something, if you know what I mean.” 

At the look of surprise on your face, he started laughing loud enough to draw a few curious gazes from the others. “Besides that, he was letting me know he wouldn’t be around for a day or two.”

Brows furrowing, you asked, “Is Negan sending him back to an outpost?”

“No, he’s joining the supply run tomorrow.” 

At this, you jolted with a different kind of surprise. “They’re going on a run tomorrow?”

“Yea, but I think it was a spur of the moment decision. He didn’t give me any details, but I got the sense that it hadn’t been planned in advance.” 

You nodded, “That makes sense.” If Negan had planned this run before today, he’d have most likely told you...right? 

“I’m sure he’d have told you if he knew,” Ben said, as if he were reading your thoughts. 

“Yea, you’re probably right,” you said, deciding to make that the one thing you didn’t need to overanalyze to death. Instead, you felt a pang in knowing that he wouldn’t be here for a couple of days. You had really been enjoying all this one-on-one time with him, even though it was unrealistic to expect it to last forever. 

You wanted to ask Ben more questions about Simon, but didn’t want to risk any other staff overhearing. Vowing to sit him down outside the kitchen and get all the details in the near future, you refocused on serving dinner. Both brain and body were kept busy for the next few hours with making sure everyone got a serving of food, including the staff and yourself, and then helping with the clean-up. 

It wasn’t until you were back upstairs, lounging in your own bed, that you returned to the dilemma of what to do next. Originally, you had planned to start a conversation with Negan about the wife situation, but now you didn’t think the timing was right. If he was going on a run tomorrow then he needed a clear head and to focus on staying safe, not be preoccupied with your concerns and questions. Especially since you didn’t know if asking about the wives would lead to an argument, and you definitely didn’t want to be on bad terms when he left.

Seeing him tonight and trying to act like your brain hadn’t been a whirlwind of confusing thoughts all day sounded exhausting as hell. But not seeing him and then something potentially happening to him on the run…

You had stood from the bed and headed towards the door before the thought could even finish itself. Nope, there was no way you weren’t gonna go see him, even if it was just for a little bit before returning to your own room for the night. Your watch said it was almost 8:30, so you had a little time before he’d probably be winding down for the night, since chances were good they’d leave at the crack of dawn tomorrow. 

No community members paid you much attention when you headed to the stairwell, but when you got to the top and entered the hall leading to Negan’s room, your stomach dropped at the sight of a small group of Saviors walking down the hall in your direction.

You guessed that they were the group going on the run tomorrow, and had just come from a meeting in one of the unoccupied rooms on this floor. While you were unsure whether to turn around and hightail it back downstairs, your subconscious kept marching forward, no fucks to give that you could be accused of trespassing on a level where community members weren’t supposed to wander. 

When they got closer, you saw a couple of the Saviors give furrowed looks, and one even opened his mouth as if to reprimand you.

“Hey, you can’t just be-“

He was interrupted when another man clapped a large hand on his shoulder, effectively cutting him off mid-sentence. Relief flooded through you at the sight of Simon.

“Now now, Ryan. Don’t you know that this little lady here gets a free pass? Negan’s orders, so don't forget.”

Face instantly becoming less hostile, the man gave a nod of understanding and a quick, “Apologies, Miss,” as they passed. Simon gave a signature wink and grin, and you forced a smile in return, brain still preoccupied with his words.

Had Negan really told them that you were to be allowed up here? If so, did that mean he didn’t care if they knew you and him were...whatever you were? Your subconscious was now skipping with glee rather than marching, and your brain gave an exasperated sigh and glared at you while tossing yet another question into the padlocked box.

Arriving at Negan’s door, you gave a soft knock and then opened it at his muffled, “Come in.” He was sitting at his desk with those nerdy, yet also sexy as hell, black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose as he shuffled through a stack of papers.

He looked up, and your heart rate accelerated when he smiled in welcome and said, “Hey, doll.”

“Hey, yourself,” you replied, smiling back. 

He pulled off the glasses (lord, why was that move so damn attractive?!) before rubbing at his tired eyes. Pushing the chair back a bit, he gave you a slow once over before clapping a hand to his knee expectantly.

Unlike when he had last made the gesture, the evening you ate lasagna together, this time you didn’t hesitate. Rounding the desk, you settled onto his warm lap and tilted your head back with a satisfied hum when he placed a possessive kiss on your lips. 

Glancing at the papers strewn across the polished wooden surface, you saw that they were full of lists and numbers, most likely of supplies. He nuzzled at the side of your neck, the friction from his beard causing a little shudder to go down your spine. Your brain rattled the padlocked box in annoyance, narrowly avoiding the tomato thrown at it by your subconscious. 

The reminder helped you refocus on how you had earlier decided not to have sex with him tonight. Not with all the questions and uncertainty floating around your head, and especially not when he needed to be well-rested and undistracted, in preparation for the run. But then the self-doubt creeped in and whispered, What if he decides to go find comfort elsewhere, if you won’t give it to him? He’s already had you and the chase is over, so what makes you think he’ll stay if you backtrack into more platonic interactions?

Your brain picked up the tomato and chucked it at the self-doubt, while the subconscious screamed in excitement at the prospect of a food fight. You tried to ignore all of them and refocus on Negan. Besides, while a risky move, you couldn’t help but wonder what his reaction would be when denied sex, something you bet he never had worried about with his wives.

“I heard you’re going on a run tomorrow,” you stated, trying not to let all of the conflicting emotions racing through you bleed into your tone.

Giving a sigh, he lifted his mouth from your neck, and you instantly wanted to take back your words at the loss. “Yea, gonna leave at 5 in the fucking morning to make a surprise trip to fucking Hilltop and see what’s up with that motherfucker, Gregory.”

Hearing the irritation in his voice, you asked “Has he been giving you problems?” 

“You could fucking say that. Didn’t fully meet his quota the last two times, so this is his third time’s the fucking charm chance to make up for it.”

Worry shot through you at this, remembering in the past when Negan had said Simon got a weird feeling about Gregory. You weren’t sure if the man was conniving or just plain dumb to be fucking with Negan’s supply rules like this, but it put you on edge. 

“Well, just be careful,” you couldn’t help but say, looking up into his handsome-as-hell face. 

He chuckled and bent down to kiss you again, murmuring, “Don’t fucking worry, doll. Nothing could keep me from coming back now.” 

You wanted so badly to give in, to respond to the kiss in full and let it escalate. His words warmed your chest at the thought of being his main reason for returning safely. You wanted to be his main everything, the way he was quickly becoming yours. You were falling for this man, but were scared to completely let go until a serious discussion was had...after he returned from the run. 

With one last lingering peck, you pulled back and reluctantly stood off his lap. “Well, it’s getting late so I should probably get back to my room.”

“What?” he asked, voice instantly stern and brows lowered in confusion. 

“You need sleep before the run, and I’ll just be a distraction. I could set an alarm and come see you off in the morning, if you want.” 

The hope that he’d be placated by what you thought was a logical argument was quickly dashed when he replied, “I think fucking not.”

“Negan, you need-”

He abruptly stood, and before you could even process what he was about to do, you were hoisted up and over his shoulder, head hanging down his back and ass in the air as he strode across the office and into his dark bedroom.

“What the hell!” you shrieked, lightly smacking his back with the palm of your hand. 

Kicking the bedroom door shut behind him, he took a few steps into the room before putting you down. The room was only lit by a few stray moonbeams, but you swore there was mirth dancing in the shadows of his amber gaze, which only made you more flustered. 

“I cannot believe you just did that!” you exclaimed, readjusting the bottom of your shirt where it had ridden up. 

“Well, maybe now you’ll fucking learn not to try and tell me what I need, doll.”

“Everyone needs sleep,” you fired back with a glare. You were just miffed enough at being manhandled to act petulant, even if the move had also been kinda hot, in a primitive sort of way. 

“What I need, is for you to get in the fucking bed,” he growled. 

A wave of heat poured over you at the words, and your brain stopped working in full sentences due to the amount of blood flow that had rapidly traveled south. 

“But...sleep,” you tried one more time, frantically trying remind your body of the ‘no sex tonight’ rule. 

Giving a ‘holy mother of god woman why are you like this’ level of sigh, he said, “Yes, doll, I’ll fucking sleep. But I can still do that with you here. So get in. The. Fucking. Bed.”

Realizing resistance was futile, you threw your hands in the air and muttered ‘fine’ before stripping off your shoes and jeans, and crawling between the covers. You pointedly left on your underwear and shirt, a nonverbal reminder that sleep was on the menu, and no more...no matter how much your body was screaming that it hated you for denying it. 

In unspoken agreement, Negan stripped down to just his boxer briefs, rather than his usual bed attire of naked, and crawled under the covers. Pulling you into his body, back to his chest, his head rested a few inches behind yours. He leaned in and kissed the back of your neck, and biting your lip was all that held back a whimper. 

“You better fully wake me up in the morning, so I can say goodbye,” you mumbled, the decadently soft mattress and pillow quickly putting you into a drowsy haze.

The hand he had rested lightly on your hip gave an affectionate squeeze, and he whispered, “I will. Now stop talking, doll. I need sleep, remember.”

Ignoring the sarcasm in his tone, you snuggled back tighter against him, and sighed in contentment. “Good night.”

His voice lost all teasing and became lower and softer when he replied, “Night, doll.” 

Smiling, your muscles relaxed into the mattress. It wasn’t until you were cocooned back in this glorious bed with him that it became apparent just how exhausted you were. The mental gymnastics your brain had gone through today had thoroughly worn you out. However, a part of that persistent self-doubt had now broken off and shriveled up to dust when it saw that Negan was perfectly willing to have you in his bed like this, with no sexual expectations. If you could stay awake long enough to fully think it through, you’d be shocked as hell that he hadn’t pushed. The fact that he hadn’t even brought up sex, that he still wanted you here with him, even just to do this…

Your last coherent thought was maybe he’s falling for you too, and then sleep took over.

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[synmorite]

Worth it

Summary: Claire has tried to be patient while waiting for the boys, but her patience has run out. Pairing: Sam x Dean, Dean x Claire x Sam Word Count: 3180 Rating: 18+ Warnings: 18+ only, Wincest, language, nudity, teasing, drinking, smut, light bondage, oral sex (m and f receiving), edging, anal sex, unprotected p in v, rough sex, threesome Created for: @j3bingo - Threesome square A/N: This is the final part of my ‘Brat’ series. It’s been fun! Also this is my first bingo fic! Woo!

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Claire liked to think she was patient. She knew she was lying to herself, but it was a nice thought. Ever since the boys agreed to let her watch them together, she stuck with them. Normally, she would be on her way after a good fuck until the next time. But she just couldn’t wait. She needed to see them together. It was all she could think about. The boys fucking knew it too. There were more lingering touches between them. More groping. More kissing. More flirting. More of everything. Well, everything except what she wanted most. To see them fuck each other. She stayed with them, hunt after hunt after hunt. She practically lived with them in the bunker when not hunting. And just to make matters worse, neither one of the boys would fuck her either. She was feeling extra horny and tried with Sam first. Maybe if she had tried with Dean first, she might’ve gotten somewhere. But Sam was sitting in the library doing research while Dean was out at a bar. She walked into the library just wearing panties and a t-shirt. Hopping up onto the table, she sat cross-legged. Sam glanced up at her and laughed. Claire pouted at him. “Nice try, Claire. Subtlety is not your strong suit.” She gave up quickly on Sam, and tried Dean next. She waited till he was in the shower and then walked in and stripped before joining him. He smirked at her and grabbed the soap. He ran it down her skin, but stopped right before he reached the juncture of her thighs. Tracing his finger back and forth over her wet skin, Dean leaned forward and whispered into her ear, “Sammy told me what you’ve up to, little girl. He thinks you should wait.” Dean pulled his hand away and put the soap back as Claire whined at him. “But I don’t want to, Dean.” “You remember that having a lack of patience is how you got into this mess? You didn’t wait with those vamps, so you had to be punished. Still haven’t learned your lesson then, have you?” Dean stepped out of the shower and grabbed his towel as he left Claire under the running water. ~

It was two months. She knew that there was no way they hadn’t had sex in that time which just made her so much madder that they were clearly just playing with her. If she wasn’t getting to hunt so much, she would have just left them. Maybe she would have. Ok, probably not. But that was also two months that she hadn’t gotten any sex, so she was a bit on the irritable side. Ok fine, a lot on the irritable side. So when the boys dragged her out on a ghoul hunt, she was more than a little pissy with them. She tossed her bag in the back of the Impala and put her earphones in as soon as she settled in the seat. She could see both Sam and Dean trying to talk to her during the drive, but she continued to give them the silent treatment until they gave up. It was already 9pm when they finally pulled into the motel. As soon as Dean unlocked the door to their room for the next few days, she shoved past him ignoring his indignant “Hey!”, dropped her bag on one of the beds, and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind herself. She stared into the mirror for a moment before getting angry with herself for hanging around. They probably changed their minds about letting her watch and just didn’t know how to tell her. Sighing heavily, she decided that she didn’t want to wait anymore. She wanted to get fucked and she wanted to get fucked tonight. She opened the bathroom door and was surprised to see the motel room empty. She saw the boys’ bags on the other bed before spotting the note left on the little table in the kitchenette. Picking up the note, all it said was that they went for food and would be back soon. She crumpled the note and threw it in the trash before opening her bag and pulling out a short denim skirt and a low cut black top. She changed and then pulled her boots and leather jacket back on. She made sure that she had her phone and wallet with her fake ID before calling an Uber to take her to a bar just outside of this little podunk town. There was a bar across the street from the motel, but she didn’t want any of the hicks that might be there. The bar outside of town seemed to be more popular with people her age. Once the uber driver dropped her off, she went in and settled down in a seat at the bar. She ordered a shot of whiskey and a beer before gazing through the crowd to find someone acceptable to take her home for the night. Her hungry gaze landed on a guy with stubble and shaggy hair. He had a smirk to die for and seemed to be a little older than most of the modest crowd. He was sitting at the other end of the bar also surveying the crowd. Claire smirked to herself and threw back the shot before picking her beer up and heading over to him. He spotted her and smiled brightly. She sat down on the stool next to him and leaned forward so her breasts were pushed up. The guy’s gaze immediately flicked downward to look before dragging back up to her face. “See something you like?” She asked, taking a sip of her beer. “Oh yeah. Definitely. I was beginning to lose hope at finding anything interesting here. How about you? Anything you like?” His voice was just deep enough for her liking. “Yea, I think so.” She let her gaze drag up and down him appreciatively. “M’name’s Graham.” “Katie.” Claire said, giving the name on her ID. In less than an hour, Claire and Graham were kissing hungrily in a back hallway of the bar. She pulled away for air and he immediately started licking and kissing at her throat. He wasn’t bad, but he definitely wasn’t good. Claire just hoped the sex would be better than the kissing. “C’mon, let’s get out of here and go somewhere more private.” She said as she pulled his head away from her neck. “Yeah, okay.” Graham said breathlessly. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him back towards the front door of the bar. As soon as the door shut behind them, her heart dropped at the sight in front of her in the parking lot. Sam and Dean were leaning against Baby and staring at Claire. “Oh, shit.” She said. Dean looked positively murderous while Sam looked calm and collected, but she could feel the waves of anger

flowing off of him. She looked back at Graham, trying to decide if it was even worth it at this point. Sighing heavily, she said to him, “Look, you might want to go find some other chick in the bar, cause this isn’t gonna happen.” “Wait, what? I just spent the last hour with you! You owe me!” Unfortunately for him, Graham said that loud enough for the boys to hear and Dean had the guy by the throat before he could take another breath. “The fuck you just say to her?” He growled. “Who the fuck are you?!?! Lemme go!” Graham tried to pull Dean’s fingers off his throat. “Dean, c’mon, he’s not worth it.” Claire urged. Dean growled again before throwing Graham away from him. “Damn right he’s not.” Dean stared hard at him. “Get the fuck home. Now.” Graham scrambled away to a beat up old car before peeling off out of the parking lot. Once he was out of sight, Dean turned his glare to Claire and she flinched. “And you get the fuck into the car now. We’re going back to the motel.” She heard the door of the Impala open and saw that Sam opened the back door for her. She slinked off into the backseat. It was dead silent on the ride back to the motel. Once they made it back, Sam levelled Claire with a look and said, “Go to bed, Claire.” She opened her mouth to argue about how she was 18 and they couldn’t tell her what to do, but seeing the stony looks on both of their faces, she decided she wouldn’t test them. She stripped out of her clothes and pulled on a large T-shirt to sleep in before crawling under the covers and shutting her eyes. It wasn’t long before she fell asleep.

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Something was wrong. There were strange noises in the dark and Claire couldn’t move right. She heard a grunt and her eyes shot open. The room was dim with only a table lamp on, but her eyes immediately focused on the two bodies in the bed next to hers. Two naked bodies. Sam was leaning over Dean, kissing him deeply. He was also slowly jerking Dean’s cock in his hand. Dean let out another grunt as Sam twisted his wrist on the upstroke. Claire immediately felt wetness pool between her thighs at the noise. She tugged on her wrists and realized that they were tied to the headboard. She also realized that she was completely naked. When she looked back at the boys, Sam was smirking at her. Dean’s head was thrown back as he gasped with Sam’s hand movements. “Looks like someone finally woke up for the show.” Sam kept his eyes on Claire as he leaned back down and took one of Dean’s nipples between his teeth. Dean grunted and thrust up into Sam’s hand. Claire went to squeeze her thighs together and realized that her ankles were tied to the opposite end corners of the bed so that she couldn’t do anything to create any friction for herself. “Yeah, I cannot believe you slept through Dean tying you down and stripping you.” “Please, Sam.” “Oh no, baby girl. I told you that you’d be tied down. And you haven’t been very patient over the last couple of months, have you? Not to mention the stunt you pulled tonight. So absolutely no touching, babygirl. Not if you want either one of us to play with you.” Claire whined out, “Okay, Sam,” knowing that there were no other options. Any options she wanted anyway. Dean’s eyes turned to Claire and she held his gaze as Sam lowered down and took Dean’s length in his mouth. Dean’s mouth fell open as a hand weaved into Sam’s chestnut hair and held on. Sam licked and sucked until Dean was bucking up softly into Sam’s mouth. His eyes still trained on Claire, Dean asked, “Can I taste her, Sammy? Please?” Sam pulled off of Dean with a small pop. “Okay, Dean. Because you have been such a good boy for me, I’ll let you taste her. But she’s not allowed to cum. I’ll let her get my dick nice and wet for you while you play with her.” Dean nodded eagerly before scrambling over to Claire. She was already spread wide so he settled between her thighs and licked a long stripe up her center. She gasped at the sudden touch. Dean let out a happy sigh as he continued to lick and suck at her. Sam climbed over her so his knees were above her shoulder. “Suck.” He commanded. She lifted her head and eagerly took Sam’s length into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his tip before pushing forward to take as much of him as she could. The angle was awkward, but Sam understood and didn’t try to control her actions. He let her go at her own pace. She could feel a climax approaching and hummed around Sam, but Dean slowed his ministrations, letting her orgasm melt away. Once she was no longer on the edge, he picked back up until she was close again before slowing down and letting it fade. She groaned in dissatisfaction as Dean edged her a third time. Sam grinned down at her. “What the matter, baby girl? Want something?” She pulled off of him and pleaded, “Please, Sam. Just let me cum. Please.” Sam leaned down and stroked a thumb over her lower lip. “Hmm. How about I let you have one orgasm tonight. Just one. Do you want it now, or would you rather have a cock in you?” She threw her head back in frustration. “Careful now, baby girl. If you’re a brat, you’ll get nothing.” Immediately, Claire calmed herself. “I’m sorry. I’ll wait until you decide I can have a cock.” Dean was still licking at the slick pouring from Claire’s hole when she felt him press a finger into her. She gasped and jerked up, and Sam turned to look at his brother. “Seems I have two brats tonight. I told you that you could taste, Dean. I didn’t say you could finger her.” “But Sammy, she’s so soft, and wet, and warm.” “And wouldn’t you rather feel that around your cock instead of your finger? If you’re not careful, I won’t let you cum either, Dean.” Dean immediately

pulled his finger free. “Sorry, Sammy. I’ll be good.” “Good. Now it’s time to get that hole of yours ready for me.”

~

Claire had never seen Dean look so desperate. So wrecked. Hell, she had never seen him so submissive. He was always so dominant with her. He gripped the sheets in his fists and whined and whimpered with every thrust of Sam’s cock in his ass. “Please, Sammy. Harder. You can go harder.” “Such a little whore for me, Dean. So hungry for his baby brother’s cock.” Sam snapped his hips against Dean harder. Dean let out a gasp and buried his face into the bed. She could hear Dean breathing out and chanting “fuckfuckfuck” as Sam continued to pound into him. She felt a shiver of desire run through her body as her gaze remained intent on the two brothers. She twisted against her restraints and whined. Sam’s gaze locked on her and he pulled his cock free of Dean’s. “Sammy, please!” Dean begged. Sam gave him a hard smack across his ass. “I want you to fuck her. Destroy that little pussy.” Dean turned and looked at his little brother. “But I want you to fuck me.” He whined. Sam smirked, “Who said I wasn’t going to fuck you too?” Dean didn’t hesitate to climb back onto Claire’s bed. He shoved a thick finger into her to try and open her up a little. She gasped at the sudden intrusion and bucked against his hand. Sam was still kneeling on the other bed, stroking his cock. Dean pushed a second finger into Claire and she winced at the stretch. “Enough, Dean. Fuck her.” Dean frowned at his brother. “She’s still too tight.” “But she’s wet enough. I can hear how wet she is. She’ll loosen up once you get going. Besides, it’s not about her tonight. She is being punished after all.” Claire looked back and forth between them. Dean still looked unsure. “Fuck me, Dean. I can take it. I want it.” Dean didn’t hesitate any more and lined himself up before pushing in. He had to fight for every inch he gained inside her as she panted at the burn. Once he was fully seated, she threw her head back, blonde hair scattered all over the pillow. Dean’s forehead rested against her chest and his forearms wrapped under her shoulders as he breathed deeply. She could feel his legs quivering as he tried to control himself. He jerked suddenly and Claire looked down to see that Sam was standing over them, stroking a hand up and down Dean’s back. “How’s that feel, De?” “Fuckin’ tight.” Dean grunted back. The bed dipped as Sam climbed on behind Dean. His large hands gripped Dean’s hips as he rubbed his cock over Dean’s ass. Dean shuddered deeply and pulled back from Claire to push himself back against Sam. Claire thrust her hips, but her movement was limited since she was still tied down. Sam noticed and reached over to tug the knots around her ankles free. She immediately pulled her legs up to wrap around Dean’s waist. She felt Sam run his hands up and down her legs before gripping her thighs and pulling her into Dean. Dean groaned at the feeling before lifting his head and kissing Claire hard, shoving a tongue into her mouth. She started to grind her hips against Dean, needing more. “No baby girl. Stay still.” Sam ordered. She obeyed reluctantly and felt his hands return to Dean’s hips. Dean’s cock twitched inside her as Sam slid back into Dean’s tight warmth. “Fuck us, Dean.” Sam commanded. Dean shuddered as he started a slow rhythm of fucking into Claire while fucking back into Sam. Before long, his speed picked up and Claire was holding onto the ropes around her wrists desperately. Sam growled and started shoving hard into Dean, pushing him into Claire and breaking his rhythm. Dean whined out, “Sammy, ‘m gonna cum if you keep that up.” “Then do it. Fill that bitch up.” Claire and Dean moaned in unison as Sam continued his rapid, hard thrusts. Claire felt the coil tighten in her belly and could tell that Dean was close too as he started to throb inside her. Dean’s chest was pressed against hers and as she felt the dam inside her break, she bit hard into his shoulder. Dean gasped and used his grip under her arms to her shoulders to pull her onto him as deep as he could get before unloading himself inside her. “Fuck!” Sam cried out as he gave a few more hard shoves

into Dean before stilling and grunting as he came himself. He had a tight grip on Dean’s hips that looked like it would leave bruises. They all stayed in their positions, breathing deeply before Claire managed to chuckle out “God, that was fucking amazing!” Both boys let out light laughs of their own as Sam pulled free of Dean slowly and collapsed to the side of Claire. Dean then pulled himself out of Claire and laid down on her other side. “Uh, boys? You gonna untie me?” “Oh, shit. Sorry, sweetheart.” Dean mumbled before leaning up to pull the knot at her wrist free, while Sam undid the other. Once she was free, Dean curled into her side and wrapped an arm around her waist. Sam pulled the blanket up over the three of them before moving arm under Claire’s head and holding the arm of Dean’s that was around Claire’s waist with his other arm. He kissed Claire’s cheek and mumbled, “Sorry we made you wait so long, baby girl. Hope it was worth it in the end.” “Yea, Sam. It was most definitely worth it.”

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[drabbles-mc]

Hear You Now

Angel Reyes x Reader

Warnings: angst, language, Angel being a very sad boy

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Why do I always make Angel sad?? Why do I always give him commitment issues?? I don’t know. I owe him a happy fic or two. 😂 If you’re curious, this is 110% inspired by the song Hear You Now by Old Dominion.

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You were walking through Merchant Square, hand-in-hand with your fiancé. You laughed as you leaned your head against his shoulder for a moment as the two of you walked through town. It had been a long time since you had been back to Santo Padre, and you wanted him to see your hometown. He had asked on more than one occasion because he wanted to see where you grew up, but you hadn’t been ready to face the ghosts that you knew still haunted those streets. But now you were engaged, and you knew that there was not going to be any more running away from anything.

It was refreshing to walk through town, and your heart wasn’t as heavy as you thought it was going to be. Not too much had changed and you liked how there were so many aspects of the town that would always be frozen in time. You tugged him into a bookstore, and he followed you with a knowing smile—it was nearly impossible to ever get you to pass up the opportunity to find something new to dive into. Almost every wall in your house had a bookshelf built into it or pushed against it. Eventually you told him you were going to buy a whole separate house and make it your library.

You were perusing the aisles, dragging your fingertips along the spines of an endless sea of titles. Your fiancé was a couple rows away looking for a few books of his own. There was a comfort in the mild hustle and bustle of the little book store. The aisles were close together and it all felt so cozy.

You stumbled upon the hardcover edition of a book that you had loved for years, and your eyes lit up. You snatched it off the shelf and went to find your fiancé. You quickly walked up to him and nudged his shoulder, “Look what I found?”

He looked at the novel in your hands and a knowing smile crossed his face, “You definitely have that one already. I know I’ve seen it.”

“Yes, but look,” you shook the book in front of him, “Hard cover! I’ve never seen a hard cover edition anywhere! I need it,” you pleaded.

He laughed, “How am I ever supposed to say no to you?”

You kissed him quickly on the lips, “You’re not, that’s the whole point!” you laughed.

Angel’s ears burned from the opposite side of the store. He would know that laugh anywhere, even from a million miles away. He never thought that he’d hear it again. He turned and tried to look around the store for you, and his heart instantly sped up when he saw you standing in the checkout line with a book clutched tight to your chest.

He started to walk over to you, but as quickly as his heart sped up, it nearly stopped when he saw another man walk up behind you and wrap his arms around you and place a kiss to your temple. He saw the way you melted back into him with a smile, and his stomach turned into a knot. His grip on the book in his hand tightened and he couldn’t force his feet to move in one direction or another. He didn’t know if it was worse to have to take in the scene in front of him, or to have lived with never seeing you again.

After paying for your book, you turned to leave the store, and that was when you saw him standing there. Your heart sank inside your chest—it had been years but that was definitely the Angel Reyes that you had known and had loved. You wanted to walk out of the store and not open up that box of memories, but something impulsive inside of you burst through.

“Angel?” you said, causing your fiancé to look up from the book that he had bought and was skimming through.

It got Angel to finally force his feet to move, “Hey, Y/N,” he cleared his throat as he walked up to you, “It’s been a minute.”

“Yea,” you laughed nervously, “Oh, shit, where are my manners? Angel, this is Jordan, my fiancé. Jordan, this is Angel. We grew up together,” it was the understatement of the century but you weren’t going to air out that laundry in the middle of a book store.

You could see Angel’s heart break at the word fiancé, but Jordan didn’t seem to take any notice of it as he held out his hand, “Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” he shook Jordan’s hand and nodded, forcing a small smile, “You’re a lucky guy.”

Jordan laughed as he pulled you against his side, blissfully unaware of the tension that was beginning to build, “You’re telling me. Can’t believe that this one said yes.”

You chuckled and leaned your head against his side, trying to let the familiarity of his touch and scent comfort you in this situation. It half-worked, but your mind was still racing, trying to figure out what Angel was thinking as he stood there and watched you talk about a forever life that didn’t involve him.

“I had no idea you were back in town,” Angel looked at you, eyes soft as he tried to memorize every detail of the woman he hadn’t seen in so long.

“Yea,” you shrugged, “kind of flew in under the radar. I was gonna see if I could find you and your brother while I was here,” it was a lie, but it sounded nice.

Jordan gave you a light squeeze, “Do you want to catch up? Don’t let me stop you—I’m sure I can find something to do for a couple hours or so.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you shook your head, “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not just going to ditch you on our trip together,” you smiled up at him.

He pressed a light kiss on your lips, “It’s fine! You guys go grab coffee or something and catch up and I’ll find somewhere we can go to dinner.”

“You sure?” you wanted him to stay with you, but one of the things that you loved about being with him had always been that you were your own separate people just as much as you were a cohesive unit as a couple. It was just this particular situation that made you wish that that wasn’t the case, that made you wish that he was a little more possessive.

“Positive. I love you,” he kissed your forehead, “Give me a call when you’re done,” he reached and shook Angel’s hand again, “It was nice meeting you. Hopefully I’ll see you again before we leave town.”

Angel nodded, “Yea, for sure.”

Jordan walked out the door of the bookstore and there was a long stretch of silence between you and Angel as the two of you stood there. You wanted to step in and hug him, but you knew that you couldn’t. You eyed the novel in his hand, “You buying that?”

He had completely forgotten where he was and why he was there. He shook his head as he set it down on one of the small display tables, “Nah,” he cleared his throat, “So, I guess we’re getting coffee?”

You chuckled, not able to hide the awkwardness that you felt, “I guess we are.”

The two of you walked down the street in silence. You gripped your book, pressing it tight against your chest. There was a small café right down the street from the bookstore, another place that seemed to go untouched by time. Angel held the door open for you and told you to grab a table and he’d grab drinks for the both of you. You set your book down on the table, nervously tapping your fingertips on the cover as you waited for him to come back over.

He sat down across from you, handing you your drink. There were a few beats of silence and you desperately wished for the power to read minds so you could know what Angel was thinking that was making his eyes look so sad.

All Angel could think about was the fact that every day, for years, he thought about you and wondered where you had gone off to. He wondered if you were safe, if you were happy, if you had found someone else. He wondered if he was ever going to have a chance to see you again, to make things up to you, to win you back. He wasn’t expecting to get the answers to all of those questions within the first fifteen seconds of seeing you again. Reality had hit him like a freight train and he was still trying to recover.

“I see you’ve upgraded from Prospect,” you nodded towards the secretario patch on his kutte.

It snapped him out of his spiral for a moment and he managed a smile, “Little bit, yea. EZ’s sporting the Prospect patch these days.”

Your eyes widened, “Seriously?”

He nodded, “Yep. Patch-in vote is coming up in a couple months.”

“Holy shit,” you shook your head with a laugh, “How things change.”

“Yea,” he tried to push the words down but he couldn’t, “I’ve missed you.”

Your heart hurt at the sound of him saying that. The heartbroken girl that you used to be wanted to say something snarky, to rub a little salt in the wound that he had been carrying around with him. But you worked so hard not to be that girl anymore, and the better-healed part of you wanted to comfort him. You couldn’t meet his eyes, “It has been a while,” you traced your fingers around the edge of your cup, “hasn’t it?”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he’d been sitting on those words for years and he couldn’t keep them in anymore, “I’m so fucking sorry.”

You shook your head, “There’s nothing to be sorry about, Angel. We were kids—we were young and dumb.”

“I was young and dumb,” he corrected you, “I should’ve listened to you. Things could’ve been so different.”

You nodded, not having it in you to lie and say that he was wrong. Your mind was taken over by a tirade of memories, of arguments that ended with screaming and slamming doors, with you crying alone at the kitchen table trying to figure out how to force the puzzle pieces to fit. You had begged him for just a little more, just a little bit of commitment, and he could never give it to you. Eventually you had gotten fed up waiting for something that was never going to happen, and you left. It hurt, and you spent a lot of days crying as you packed up and bought a plane ticket, but you never looked back. You changed your number and completely detached yourself from the person that you had been.

“You always said I was gonna fuck around and hurt someone,” he pressed his lips into a thin line for a moment as he shook his head, “Just didn’t think it was gonna be me.”

“Thought it was just gonna be me?” it came out more bitter than you had intended, but there was no taking it back.

It caught him off-guard, “I…yea…I guess,” he stared at the engagement ring on your finger, “He is a lucky guy. Seems nice.”

You nod and a smile passes over your face for a moment, “He’s a good man. I never thought that I’d find someone as ready as I was for the whole settling down thing. I thought men weren’t ready for that until they were in their forties or whatever,” you chuckled, “I guess I just got really lucky.”

“So did he.”

“You seeing anyone these days?” you asked, genuinely curious to the answer.

He shook his head, “Nah, not really,” he laughed despite the aching in his chest, “But I’m guessing that’s not surprising to you.”

You smiled and sipped your coffee, “I dunno, people can change,” you waited for him to look you in the eyes, “You’ll find someone, Angel.”

“I already did,” it came out before he could think better of it. He reached across the table and set his hand on top of yours, “I should’ve been better, Y/N. I should’ve listened.”

“Maybe,” you nodded as you pulled your hand away and let it rest in your lap, “Maybe you should’ve. But it doesn’t really matter anymore, does it? Guess you’ll just have to listen a little better to the next girl.”

“If you hadn’t laughed in the middle of that bookstore, I might’ve never known you were here,” his eyes were getting glassy with tears, “But I’ve heard that laugh inside my head so many times for so many years. I thought I was going insane. But then it was really you.”

“Angel, please, don’t do—”

“Please, just let me get this out,” he waited for you and once you nodded for him to continue, he did, “I spent so much time thinking that you wanted me to be a different person, and I was so angry about it. It felt like you didn’t want me to be who I was. It wasn’t…it wasn’t until you left that I realized that all you wanted was more of me. It was never about me changing, not really. It was just about me getting my head outta my ass. I spent so much time fuckin’ around and wanting to be free that I completely missed the fact that that freedom had nothing to do with you leaving. I hate that I never really heard what you were trying to say until after you left.”

You were fighting back tears, “Maybe there was just a little too much noise with me around.”

“You told me that one day I’d be sorry,” he couldn’t peel his eyes away from your ring, “And fuck are you never wrong.”

You laughed humorlessly as you blinked back tears, “I never wanted to be right, Angel. I just wanted to be happy, to be yours. But it just…wasn’t right I guess.”

“What you have now,” he stared down into his coffee cup, “that’s right?”

You slid your fingers along the band of your ring, and nodded, “Yea, it is.”

Those three words felt like a punch to the gut. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever recover from it.

“I don’t think you should keep beating yourself up over what happened, Angel,” you looked at him, “I think we’re different people now.”

“Are we?”

You chuckled, “Maybe not. Maybe that’s all the more reason not to worry about what happened. There’s no way to make it turn out any differently.”

There were a few beats of silence before Angel took a deep breath and managed a smile, “Damn. This is not what your fiancé thought he was signing you on for, huh?”

You laughed, and for a moment you caught a glimpse of the Angel that used to drive you around on the back of his motorcycle in the middle of the night. The same Angel who could get you to laugh when you showed up at his place in tears. You missed that, but you knew that going back wasn’t going to do anyone any good.

“Poor son of a bitch,” you laughed, “One day he’ll learn,” you paused for a moment, “I know it’s hard, Angel, but I am glad I got to see you.”

“Me too,” it sounded a little insincere, but you knew it was the heartbreak making it sound that way.

“Keep taking care of yourself, alright?”

Angel’s heart sank, knowing that this was the start of another goodbye that would last a very long time, “You too.”

You reached and put your hand over his, your finger tracing lightly over his knuckles, “I’ll see you around, Reyes.”

“Yea?”

You smiled, “Well, maybe.”

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[eclectic-confusion]

Neighbors - Sherlock x FtM!Reader Pt. 4

Hey y'all! I just wanted to take a moment to thank everyone who's supported the fic thus far and everyone who'll support it in the future. Every note, like, kudos, bookmark, and comment gives me a TON of motivation to write!!! I hope you guys like this next part, and remember - I take requests for oneshots (or full stories, if you want)! I just won't write anything sexual.

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five

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Word Count: 796

Chapter: 4/?

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Gay Panic

TW: violence, blood mention, knife mention

~Reader POV~

The other flat building was much more worse-for-wear, all crumbling bricks and boarded-up windows. The alley beside it was full of moving shadows, murmuring to one another indistinctly.

"Quite the change of scenery, eh?" John asked as we walked in. The inside stunk of cigarette smoke and alcohol, making you gag a bit.

"Heh, yea...definitely..." You mumbled, your eyes darting around, looking for any signs of danger. You wrapped your arms around yourself protectively as you shifted from foot to foot unconsciously.

This place gives me the creeps...and the homeless guy shamelessly eyeing me from the corner isn't helping

"You alright?" You jumped at the question, having been lost in thought. Sherlock was looking down at you curiously, concern evident in his eyes.

"Oh, um...yea. I'll be fine." You tried your best to smile, but it turned into more of a half-grimace. "Let's just get this over with." Sherlock nodded, leading the way up the stairs with you behind him, and John behind you.

"Well that's lovely." John commented as you approached the door to the victim's flat. The police tape had been torn down, and the door was slightly ajar. Sherlock pushed it open slowly, but didn't get far before a junkie jumped at him from inside, sending them crashing to the ground.

You stumbled back as John grabbed his gun, pointing it at the attacker and trying to get a clear shot. Sherlock and the man were rolling around, each one struggling to gain the upper hand. Other residents were wandering over to the fight, either to watch or join - you weren't sure.

"John, make sure no one else gets close. I'll help Sherlock." You said, swallowing your fear and leaping at the junkie, who had pulled out a knife and had it pointed at Sherlock's throat. You and the man went flying across the hall, nearly hitting some of the onlookers. Hooking your arm around his throat and wrapping your legs around his torso, you effectively trapped the crazed attacker. His arms failed wildly as Sherlock and John rushed over to help. You felt a stinging on your cheek as you watched Sherlock punch the man in the face, knocking him out.

John took the man from you, dragging him down the hall as you knelt and took deep, gasping breaths.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Sherlock cursed, kneeling in front of you and taking your arm in his.

"I wasn't about to watch you get hurt." You winced, noticing the cuts covering your arms. "Better me than you."

Shit, I forgot about the knife...he got me good

Sherlock was silent as he examined the cuts; they weren't very deep, but they stung like hell, and there were a lot. Once he'd finished, he moved to your cheek, his hand cupping your jaw gently as he looked critically at the cut there, which was significantly deeper than the others. You felt your face heat up as you looked to Sherlock with wide eyes.

Is he flirting with me? No, no, he's just worried; I can't assume. But oh my gosh he's being sO GENTLE I FEEL THE GAY PANIC-

"We can patch you up back at Baker street." He said, standing and brushing off his clothes before offering you a hand. You took it gratefully, wobbling a bit as you stood - you weren't sure if it was the adrenaline or how flustered you felt, but you were very lightheaded. Sherlock must've noticed, because he didn't let go of your hand as he led you back out to the street.

"Does this happen often?" You asked with a smile as you realized the insanity of the situation.

"All the time." You giggled.

"That's amazing."

"Amazing?"

"Well yea! Did you see how cool I was in there?! I kicked his arse!" You exclaimed, pumping your fist in the air. Sherlock chuckled, his eyes shining with an emotion you couldn't quite place.

"It was quite impressive."

"Right?!" The two of you laughed loudly as John exited the building.

"Are you alright, (Y/N)?"

"Yea, but he got some good slices in."

John carefully assessed your wounds while Sherlock hailed a cab.

"I can treat these once we're home. The one on your cheek might take a bit longer to heal..." John trailed off, holding your face much like Sherlock had previously.

"Cab's here!" Sherlock announced much louder than necessary, clapping John on the shoulder, making him stumble a bit and let go of your cheek. He wasted no time in taking your hand and leading you to the taxi, holding the door open for you.

"Thanks..." You giggled softly at his obviously jealous behavior. He slid in beside you as John followed, muttering.

"That was rude, even for you."

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Fighting Fire with Froyo

oh my goodness hello friends plz dont roast my title bc @verryberriess already has LOL it is ✨quirky✨ anyways the first fic back is always rough to write and i got tired of editing so without further ado ... 

Nesta pried the uniform hat off her head and wiped the dripping sweat from her brow. By the cauldron, it was burning up today. It amazed her that the frozen yogurt wasn’t melting right out of the machines. That probably wasn’t even possible, but the heat was making her delirious. Of course on the hottest day of the year something was wrong with the AC. She added calling the maintenance guy to her 5-page long mental list of things to do after her shift today. 

She truly did not have the time to be working on the service line today. The Archeron sister froyo shop had opened almost a year ago and already she was talking to people about expanding it to become a chain. That’s what she should be working on instead.

Nesta supposed she should be happy their little shop was so popular. The sisters had been so nervous when they were finally able to launch their yogurt shop after years of planning. It was a dream come true. 

They named it Archeron Delights and it became one of the most popular dessert places in Velaris. Elain was the mastermind behind the frozen yogurt recipes. People came from all over the country to try their unique flavor combinations. Feyre was in charge of all the interior designing. She remodeled the entire space and made it look modern with colorful signs and trendy photo taking spots - a necessity for kids obsessed with instagram worthy pictures. Nesta was the official manager which meant she dealt with finances, hiring the team, making schedules, and other administrative duties. 

To be honest, Nesta never really worked at the counter, but Morrigan their newest hire, and Feyre’s best friend was sick with the flu. Definitely not a good idea to put her near customers. To make matters worse, the shop had been extremely busy today so she didn’t have time to take any breaks. Unlike her sisters, Nesta was already not the cheeriest service worker. It’s why she worked in the back in her quiet, private office. 

At least she could distract herself by filling out their monthly budget summary while waiting. However, her calculations were soon interrupted by the cheerful bell dinging, meaning the shop door was being opened. Damn another customer. 

Nesta began quickly finishing up the section she was on, “Hi I’ll be with you in one -”

“You need to get out of here,” the customer interrupted. 

Nesta’s smile dropped so fast. Who did this man think he was?

“No, you need to get out,” she snapped back without looking up from her papers. If he was gonna speak to her like that she was gonna take her sweet time. 

“Excuse me I -”

This time Nesta interrupted. “This is my shop and I say you need to leave.”

“Ma’am if you would let me explain -”

“Stop calling me ma'am, you have no right -” This time it was Nesta who trailed off.

She finally looked up to see a man equipped fully in firefighter gear staring right at her. Shit. She just yelled at a fireman. To make matters worse he was handsome. Extremely handsome. 

“There’s a small fire in another location 2 units from yours. We’re containing it, but you still need to evacuate,” the man explained.  

Nesta was still gaping. It seemed she was unable to form words. How was this man so attractive? He was wearing full protective fire gear and wasn’t even breaking a sweat and here she was, literally dripping. 

To be quite honest she couldn’t tell if she was sweating because of the heat or the fireman’s burning gaze. 

“Ma’am can you hear me? Ma’am? Oh for goodness sake.”

Before Nesta knew it she was being lifted off her feet. Literally. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she exclaimed in surprise. 

“Ah so you can still talk.” 

“Put me down you oaf.”

“Oaf?” he raised a brow, “That’s a real nice way to thank the person saving your ass.”

“I’m serious,” she said crossing her arms angrily. 

“Let’s get to safety first.”

Nesta gave the man a withering glare, but he continued to carry her bridal style to a tent where it seemed other shop owners were gathering. 

“Oh my goodness Nesta are you hurt?” Aelin asked as they approached.

Aelin owned a dress boutique in the same plaza and they often grabbed lunch together. She was Nesta’s best friend. 

“No I am being harassed,” she deadpanned. 

“She means saved,” the firefighter corrected as he finally set her down. 

“Woah he’s hot,” Aelin whispered in her ear. 

“Shut up or I’m telling Rowan.”

“Just an observation” Aelin laughed. 

The man gave them a polite smile before heading back towards the rest of the firemen. 

Nesta stopped him before he got too far. “I want to talk to your boss,” she said sternly. 

“You mean the captain?” he asked. 

“Yes.” Obviously. 

“Why do you need the captain ma'am?”

“Stop with the ma’am, I’m serious.”

“Ok fine. What’s your name?” 

Nesta stayed silent. 

“Ok then, sweetheart. Why do you need the captain?”

Nesta growled at his stupidity. “I am not your sweetheart and I am reporting you for inappropriate behavior.”

Something like amusement crossed his face, but it quickly vanished, “I see. I’ll be right back then.”

For someone about to lose his job he did not seem the least bit frightened. 

***

It was only a few minutes before the man returned. He was still wearing his fire pants or whatever they were called, but the protective jacket was gone. Now he wore a tight shirt that read Velaris Fire Dept. It framed his muscles a little too perfectly for her taste. How was this man real?

“The captain is busy at the moment but I will take your complaint and hand it to him myself,” he said, pulling out a pen and paper.

“How do I know you’re not going to rip it up as soon as I leave?”

“You can watch me hand it to him once we have this mess sorted out,” he assured her. 

“Fine.”

“First I will need your name.”

“Nesta Archeron” she grit out.

“Nesta. I like how that sounds.”

She rolled her eyes. This man was absolutely insufferable. 

“Ok, now your phone number.”

“Why do you need my phone number?” 

“So the captain can contact you about this issue, of course.”

She grabbed the paper from his massive hands and scribbled her number down quickly.

“Ok and what are you complaining about?” he asked, clearly amused.

She rolled her eyes, “You already know what I’m complaining about.”

“Well, I need to write it down word for word,” he said, laughing softly.  

His laughter was the last straw. “You know what this is ridiculous I’m going to find the captain myself,” she said, stomping off. 

“That’s gonna be hard to do sweetheart,” he called after her. 

“Oh yea, why?” she yelled back over her shoulder.

“Because I am the captain.”

That stopped Nesta dead in her tracks. She turned slowly to see the big oaf smiling. 

“Cassian Nazari, Captain of Station 17,” he said, extending his hand.

“Are you playing a game or something?” she scowled, slapping his hand away.  

“No,” he chuckled softly, “Just doing my job.” 

“By pretending to not be the captain and stealing my information?”

He smiled again and half of her wanted to slap him, but the other half was tempted to kiss him. What was wrong with her?

“I take complaints seriously. So seriously, that I would like to hear all about your complaint over dinner.”

“This is not funny,” she said crossing her arms over her chest. 

“Don’t tell me you’re not interested. You took one look at me and were absolutely speechless. I literally had to carry you out before you burned to death.”

“The fire was contained, evacuating was a formality you brute.” 

“If you say so,” he said sarcasm lacing every word. “I’ll pick you up from your shop at 6.”

Nesta’s jaw dropped, the audacity of this man was astounding. She paused before answering, debating her options. She figured she could either continue pretending to hate him or just give in. Gods above, was she actually considering this?

“Say yes you idiot” Aelin whispered.

Nesta flinched in surprise. Where the hell did she even come from? 

“Are you kidding I’m not going anywhere in this.” Nesta argued, gesturing to her work apron and leggings. 

“I think it looks great,” Cassian said with a wink. 

“Me too,” Aelin added.

Nesta gave Aelin a deadly look before saying, “Let’s meet at the Sidra at 7. That way I have time to change.”

Cassian only looked surprised at her suggestion for a second before agreeing, “Ok, I’ll see you there.” 

He waved before heading back to the rest of his crew and Nesta against her better judgement waved back. 

“Nesta Archeron, are you smiling?” Aelin teased as soon as Cassian was out of ear shot.

“Shut up. I am absolutely not,” she said, quickly bringing her face back to neutral. 

And then it hit her...

She was going to dinner with Cassian - a fire captain she just met. What the hell was she thinking? 

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[quothethemenevermore]

And here's a fic I wrote based on more ideas

Warning: contains fear play and mentions/character thinking they will die (they will not, vore here is completely safe)

Okay, he knew that Bubby said it was going to be fucked up, but he wasn't exactly expecting this. He was supposed to go to the past, wasn't he? If that was the case, this couldn't possibly be right.

He did wind up back in the lobby of Black Mesa, completely put together just like before the cascade, but there was nobody there. No guard at the computer, no scientists running around preparing for the test, nobody. It was eerily quiet, and empty. It left a very uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He really shouldn't be delaying, he had a passport to destroy. "Right, passport… where did I leave that? ...The locker room." Right, the locker room. He needed to get back there. Should be easy, with nobody here.

Especially no security guards bugging him about passports. He tried not to think about Benrey, how they were actively trying to kill everyone, how they had almost lost the fight against them. And now, the possibility they could be waiting for a chance to strike.

"Benrey can't be here, he's back in the.. homeworld." He tried to reassure himself as he continued down the hall. He could only hope that the science team could hold their own with them, though he wasn't too concerned. He had a feeling they'd be fine, he needed to focus on his part. The halls were still empty, still quiet, and he almost let his shoulders drop.

Until Benrey's head popped up through the floor, right in front of him, and he jumped a foot in the air. "Yo!"

"Oh, hey man!" He took a few steps back, trying to create some distance between the two. His breathing picked up as the two stared at each other. "What are you doing?" "Nothing! Just, headed to the test chamber! Got a big test today-" "oh, cool." There was a rattling noise, one he swore came from the alien themselves, and a shiver went down his spine. "Yo, wanna head back to my place and play some video games?"

He really didn't want to, but he also didn't want to piss this eldritch being off while being the only other person here with them. Passport, right. Gotta get to that passport.

"Maybe, after the shift, you know, got a big test.. in the chamber-"

A malicious look overtook the alien's features, and his heart dropped even further. "Yo, you wanna die? Haha."

His nerves got the better of him, breaking into a fit of panicked laughter. With no other way but forward, he chanced racing past their head and down the hall, almost breaking the door's button with how hard he pressed it. His heart was running a marathon in both his chest and his ears, making it almost impossible to hear Benrey behind him. Not that it mattered, because they just kept popping up around him no matter what he did. He tried to round corners and hide off the path, but nothing seemed to deter them, following and toying with him.

He tried shooting at them again, knowing that it wouldn't do much, but he had to do something to throw them off, he had to get to that locker room! He had long since lost track of low long he spent weaving through the halls of the facility, one he swore he was more familiar with. A trickle of doubt seeped into his frantic thoughts.

Was he even going the right way anymore? Did Benrey manage to turn him around? He rounded a corner, almost smacking into the wall, and-

The locker room door! It was at the end of the hall, he just had to make it there. He didn't bother hyping himself up this time, breaking into a dead sprint, one that was only possible due to the adrenaline flooding his system. He was sure he cleared the hallway in record time, skidding to a stop to avoid slamming into the wall. But it was as he was skidding that he realized: in his rush, he forgot one very important detail about his enemy.

~

Oh, it was almost too easy to scare Gordon here. Unlike in Xen, their body couldn't fit through the tiny halls of Black Mesa. However, with only their head visible through the hall, the human seemed that much more scared. It definitely wouldn't have had the same effect if they had shrunk down. Hell, it seemed that he was mostly scaring himself, all they had to do was follow him. Still, they kept taunting the human, relishing in the fear radiating off of him as he ran away. The game of chase continued for a while as Gordon tried to find his way around and away from them.

Up until the two actually made it to the hall before the locker room, and Benrey remembered why they followed Gordon here.

If he got that passport, they'd be vulnerable to the attacks. They wanted to shrug it off, assume they'd be fine, but.. there was a lingering feeling of dread that maybe, just maybe, without the passports they could be killed for good.

It wasn't a pleasant thing to think about, and it only got worse when they remembered a conversation they had with Tommy before the team went to Xen, about the human he was currently scaring. Making sure they knew that a lot of Gordon's anger was an outlet for his fear, him being scared that he was going to die, because he couldn't come back. They were sure they'd be upset in that situation too.

Suddenly, frightening him didn't feel like such a good plan.

Maybe they should talk things out, like they told Tommy they'd try to do. There was no guarantee Gordon would even listen, or care, but they could try. They'd like to make things right, too. Wanted to try and be friends with him again if he'd let them. But in order to do any of that, they couldn't let him through that door. That was their only option. Coming up with a plan, they clipped out of the building, back into the void, and focused on the human's frantic footfalls down the hall. Right when he started to slow down, they raised their hand directly into his path, blocking the door.

~

A giant hand clipped through the floor, just in time for Gordon to slide right into it, so out of breath he couldn't even scream. It curled around him as more of the eldritch being rose from the floor, their head now visible too. For a moment, they simply watched him as he tried to get his breath back, gold eyes glowing against the shadow on their face. Their pupils dilated the longer their staredown continued.

"Looks like I caught you." There was a smug note to their words, and Gordon's adrenaline was already so high his reaction was a shrill squeak of laughter. "Yea, now are you gonna let me go? Gotta finish the shift, remember?" His words shook with the fear of his unknown future, which only grew worse at the lip smack in response.

"No, man. Wanna hang out, don't gotta finish the shift to do that." "But there's an important test today! I have to go-" their expression was bored, but their eyes narrowed as the human continued. "Dont gotta do the test, could just hang out here." With that, Gordon finally cut the act. No matter how much he tried to sweet talk Benrey into letting him go, it was obvious that it wasn't gonna happen.

"I don't want to hang out with you, man! You're trying to trick me! You tried to kill me and the science team! You caused this!" He waved his minigun arm at them, ignoring the sparks of pain that shot up his arm from doing so. Their eyes focused intently on the waving gun, very similar to a.. predator tracking its prey. Gordon couldn't help but tremble harder.

"Why not, bro? Can't we just chill here, hug and shit?"

It would probably be uncomfortable for the human to hug with that hev suit on, so they should probably get him out of it. That was another thing he'd been complaining about, right? Maybe he'd appreciate it. They could phase him through it through an opening, but there's only two of those on the suit currently, and they knew Gordon would panic worse if they tried to use his head.

Too quickly for the human to comprehend, Benrey's other hand came up, pinching the minigun between his thumb and index finger.

"Benrey, what the fuck are you doing?" He attempted to shoot the gun, but the barrel was pressed tightly between the two trunk-like fingers, effectively squashing any bullet he could fire. "Gonna do something.." they mumbled, tugging very gently on the gun. His heart stopped for a moment. "C'mon, man, once wasn't enough!? You have to take the gun too!?" He all but wailed, unable to keep what little calm he had. He slipped into a full-blown panic, barely taking any breath in but not daring to move lest he managed to assist his second amputation. He tried not to focus too much on their eyes, laser focused on his arm.

He got more mumbling in response, another tug. Their eyes lit up, and Gordon tensed, trying to brace himself for the inevitable pain again-

And another tug pulled him forwards, feeling significantly lighter than before. A large crash sounded behind him and- yep. That was his fucking H.E.V suit, or at least the armor for it.

Benrey just stripped him of the only protection he had. With that done, the minigun was released, their other hand moving to cup him in their palm instead of simply holding him in a fist. "There. Don't have to deal with the hev suit in the way."

His mind was racing too much to focus on the fact that they said 'hev suit' and not h.e.v. suit.

"For what? Benrey, what the fuck are you going to do to me?"

"Told you, man. We're just gonna vibe here for a bit. Calm down."

"I don't want to calm down, I want to go home!" He squirmed in their hand, which quickly closed around him again.

"Bro, stop moving. Gonna have to restrain you." "You might as well if you think for a goddamn second I'm going to just lay here and let you-" their eyes had narrowed further, pupils nothing but slits, and a frown stretched across their face.

Oh, no.

~

...Yea, there was no way they could talk to him with all the squirming and panicking he was doing. They couldn't risk keeping him in their hands- if he slipped out of them, they weren't sure they could catch him again before he got that passport. They couldn't really see into the locker room as well as they wished they could, making it hard to clip into said room, so once Gordon got in that room that would be it.

But how else could they restrain him?

They could always shapeshift a pouch to put him in temporarily, it wouldn't take too much work and he wouldn't be able to escape. They risked freaking the human out more, but there wasn't much worse they could do with how scared he already was, right?

Internally, they focused on making a small pouch. Access to air, no acids.. after a brief moment of thought, they also gave it the ability to make sweet voice, knowing they'd likely have to calm him down.

Externally, they had been silent for a few moments, eyes going unfocused. The longer it went on, the more scared Gordon got. Finally, they spoke up, their eyes focusing on him again.

~

"That sucks, gonna have to put you in the chill-out room, then."

"Chill out room? What the fuck are you talking-" they interrupted him by taking his minigun into their thumb and index again, bringing it close to their face and singing a low note. "What are you doing!?" There wasn't any sweet voice that could actively bring harm, was there?

~

Right, mini gun arm. Can't have Gordon blowing a bunch of holes in them before they could calm him down. They'd need to jam it, somehow. Delicately, they pinched the gun again, trying to ignore how he tensed at the motion. Making some sticky sweet voice, they covered the gun in it, blocking the barrel and coating it well up to his upper arm. They had to make sure it would stay stuck long enough to calm him down.

~

Reddish-purple orbs surrounded the gun with a grape-like smell, at first confusing and frightening him further. Upon seeing how sticky they were however, Gordon's eyes widened when he realized what they were doing. Taking away his only other way of defense. He knew it was pointless, but he couldn't just watch it and do nothing! He tried pushing one of the fingers away from the gun, only succeeding in getting the jam sweet voice on his hand. After what felt like an agonizingly long time to Gordon, the gun was released, sticky and useless. He clutched it close to his chest, uncaring about the sweet voice sticking to his bodysuit. "Calm down, just getting you ready for the chill-out room." Gordon narrowed his eyes to the best of his ability, summoning all the anger and bravery he could. "What. Is. A. Chill-out room? Where are you taking me?" He got a smirk as a response. Then their mouth was opening wide in front of him, sharp teeth and dark blue flesh on display.

And it didn't take long before he was pushed closer to that bear trap maw. All the anger from before vanished, and all he felt was fear.

"Wait!" He flailed around, but it didn't stop his captor's plan, and he quickly found himself face first on their tongue, teeth snapping shut behind him.

The first thing he was aware of was how warm it was, which he tried to ignore how nice it felt after dealing with the cold metal of that suit for a week on end. Touch seemed to be his only sense that would be useful here, anyway. There was too much noise around him, breathing and squelching as their tongue moved under him, his own heart still racing in his ears, his eyes rendered useless by the dark.

Their tongue moved up, swiping across his face and knocking his glasses off. Not that they were of any use currently, but he needed them! Blind and panicked, he squirmed around, trying to find them before-

He was pressed up against something hard, the roof of their mouth, if he had to guess. And quickly after, a 'glrk' interrupted the organic white noise around him. He was released afterwards, and he scrambled to try and find the frames, only to realize…

That fucker just swallowed his glasses.

Shit.

There really was no coming back from this point, was there? The only other pair he owned was at home, and unless he somehow managed to kill Benrey blind, he wouldn't get to them. He could get to this pair, but that meant..

Well, Benrey's goal, as it seemed.

Was this really how things were going to go? They came this far, and this was how it was going to end? And on top of that, they weren't even going to be merciful and kill him before they swallowed him?

He bit his tongue, hard, willing the tears that stung his eyes to go away. If this was really how he was going to go, he would face it with what little dignity he had left. And speaking of that..

He lashed out at everything he could, kicking and punching. He doubted it would do much, especially with his gun jammed, but at least it should hurt a little. If he was going down, he was gonna be as inconvenient as possible.

He got a little sense of pride when he was lurched back up, pressed tighter than before to stop his assault. That pride bled back into panic as he heard a high note rumble around him, and he picked up on their plan instantly, squirming against his temporary prison.

"Don't you dare! At least let me have a fighting chance, dammit!" It was almost impossible to keep the warble out of his voice, but he had a feeling he wasn't heard, or was simply ignored regardless. Sure enough, a blue glow filled the space, and as the smell of blue raspberry overpowered his senses, his body went limp.

There was a small, satisfied hum as the note ended, and it took a lot more willpower than before to not cry.

So this really was it? Not even trying to fight back got him anywhere, this was really how it was going to end. He wouldn't get to see the science team again, or Joshua, he'd never get to go home. And it only hurt that much worse that he had kind of hoped that they could get past this. He knew the two of them hadn't really gotten along, but he had thought they were- well, not friends, but he didn’t completely hate the guy and he thought the other felt the same up to the betrayal. Of course the next step to literally amputating him would be to flat out murder him.

His shoulders shook, and he gritted his teeth, trying not to let himself sob.

It seemed that Benrey was growing impatient, as after that he wasn't toyed with any longer. He was released from the tight fit, sliding the opposite way that he wanted to. He couldn't even fight as he felt himself be swallowed, closing his eyes.

It was such a tight fit that he couldn't move if he wanted to. If he had the energy to. The bigger concern to him was being unable to draw in breath. All he could do was wait, hear their breathing get louder around him and their heart beat start from below him, moving to be above him. Or rather, him moving to be below it, the muscles around him relentlessly pushing him further. His lungs started to burn, and he wondered if maybe he could suffocate and still get a merciful end.

Luck was not on his side, as seemed to be a common thread for that day, and he was forced through a tight ring of muscle, finding the ability to draw breath again.

When he landed, he didn't want to open his eyes. He didn't want to see what was going to be his demise. But seeing as the only other sight he had were those sharp fangs…

He reluctantly opened them.

It was definitely what he imagined a stomach to look like,- what he could see through his blurred vision, that is- dark and slick and warm. The only difference was the blue glow to the muscles around him and the sharply sweet smell.

Like blue raspberries.

Is this where they make their sweet voice?

There didn't seem to be any active at the moment, but he was still affected by the sweet voice from earlier, a fog over his mind and body sluggish. He almost didn't have it in him to panic anymore, not just from the sweet voice but also from resignation.

He didn't have any chance of making it out of this, there was no way he could fight back now, so he might as well accept it. It was with those thoughts that his eyes stung, and he didn't try to hold the tears back anymore.

His shoulders shook as he cried, trying to keep quiet. He didn't know if Benrey could even hear him in here, but he really did not want to talk to them anymore either way.

Unfortunately, he couldn't even get that small mercy.

"You good, bro?"

"Why the fuck would I be good right now? You know what, I don't care. I don't even want to hear you right now, just leave me alone." "No, man. Can't hang out if we don't talk." "I don't want to talk to you! Just let me die in peace." "What?" Of course, Benrey would go right back to their old ways. His hysterical brain must have imagined the concern he thought he heard, with the alien acting like they aren't in the process of murdering him. God, he could almost imagine the head tilt that the alien was doing, and it only infuriated him more. At this point, he might just wind up dying to his blood pressure. "You ate me, Benrey. That's going to kill me." "'M not gonna kill you, man." "Then why the fuck did you eat me!?"

"Needed to chill out. Couldn't let you in that room." "Why? Because my passport's in there? Because it would have been what I needed to finally kill you?"

"Why do you wanna kill me so bad, kinda hurts, man." "Because you're trying to kill me!" He slammed the minigun against the wall he sat against. "You're not gonna die. Just need you to calm down for a minute, so we can talk."

"It's kind of hard to have a conversation when your time is limited." He snipped back, folding his arms over his chest. "Don't you think if I was gonna kill you you'd be gone by now?"

"Unless you're purposely stalling your system. I wouldn't doubt that as an ability." "Maybe you're not even in a stomach at all. Ever consider that?"

No, he hadn't. He was too busy panicking.

And he said as such with another hit to the wall closest to him. "Why would you even do this if you aren't planning on killing me?"

It was quiet for a moment, and he took the chance to try and steady his breathing.

~

They hadn't considered the fact that he was going to be this scared. Before, they wanted to scare him, yea, but not like this. He was still angry, of course, but he hadn't stopped quivering since they had grabbed him. They could hear the defeat, the tears in his voice.

This wasn't the reaction they had wanted, not anymore. Now, they just wanted to talk to him, try to talk things through. They wanted to apologize.

Hell, that's what they've wanted to do for a while now. They tried to apologize about the ambush before, when he first got the gun on his arm, but then the scientist just kept yelling at them and shooting them and-

Well, they got angry. And after that, Gordon became dead set on killing them, and..

...they really need to get all this sorted out. Before they did anything more that they'd regret. Wish they could say the same for the human, but..

~

Gordon looked around curiously as the blue glow faded into a multiude of colors, fruit punch overtaking the blue raspberry smell.

"I just wanted to scare you a bit. Didn’t plan on killing you. Didn't really plan on hurting you, either." "Bullshit." He didn't get to say much else before Benrey cut back in. "They weren't supposed to take your arm. They said they were gonna take you to their base outside of Black Mesa, maybe rough you up a bit. They didn't say anything about trying to kill you."

No matter how sincere the alien sounded, he wasn't going to let himself believe it. That's the last thing he needed to do where he was currently residing. "Then why did you bully me about my arm after it got cut off?" Another bout of silence. "Thought it was gonna grow back, wanted to take your mind off it."

That…. Actually made sense. Of course the being who could respawn and regenerate would think the others could too, especially after Coomer and Bubby's show of the same abilities (Not exactly the same, but they always wound up uninjured and alive in the end). Tommy was careful enough that that was never a problem with him. They must have genuinely assumed that he would grow his arm back.

"I… guess that makes sense. But what about all of this?" He swept his arm across the chamber. "This doesn't make any sense, except confirming what we all knew." "Told you guys to go back, didn't listen. Had to contain you somehow, keep you from getting to that room."

Something occurred to the scientist, then. With how serious they were about stopping Gordon from getting the passport, it was almost like… Benrey seemed scared of dying. It was strange, with them dying and coming back so often. He'd think they'd be used to dying at this point. "Why are you so afraid of dying this time?"

".... I dunno if I'm going to come back this time. Or if I'll get to leave Xen if I do."

"....Oh." Was all he could say, taking in the new information. Benrey was scared of dying.

...Just like he'd been, this whole time.

Benrey filled the silence. "Just wanted to be nice. Be friends, get out of Black Mesa together. But you were making me mad, constantly shooting me and hitting me. Wanted to get back at you, make you regret doing that."

That was fair, he supposed. Yea, what Benrey had done was worse, but he couldn't really be excused for his actions either. Even if they couldn't die then, it probably still hurt.

He sighed, looking around.

Benrey wasn't angry anymore, not that he could tell. They just seemed to want to get past all of this, be done with the big fight. And he'd definitely been in here long enough that something should have started happening.

The walls around him shifted colors of oranges, purples, and reds, mimicking what he assumed would be a sunset.

What would sunset rhyme with? It had been as close to an apology as he was expecting. Sorry, remorse, regret…

He could almost hear Tommy's voice putting the rhyme together.

Colors of the sunset means I'm filled with regret.

They were apologizing.

And since he got an apology, it was only fair he gave one back too, especially with his actions. "I'm sorry, Benrey. I was getting aggravated with everything because I wanted to get out of here, put everything here behind me and not have to think of it again. I was stressed, and you were just adding to it. It doesn't make what I did okay."

Yellow joined the colors on the wall. "'S fine. Wanna try again?" "Sure. My passport's in my locker, if you still wanna see it." "Nah, I'd rather just hang out. Can head back to Xen in a little bit."

He had been relaxing steadily since they had started talking, since he learned that he wasn't going to die, but he finally let himself fully relax against the walls around him. Benrey was the only enemy here right now, and he trusted they weren't trying to kill him anymore. And now, with the air cleared between them, the biggest weight of all was pulled off his shoulders.

After all of this they can head back to Xen and get the hell out of Black Mesa for good. Until then, he was fine where he was.

Except for one more thing. He sat up, causing a flash of teal to take over most of the colors on the walls. "You good?" "My glasses. You swallowed my fucking glasses and I need them." He felt around the ground near him, trying to find them. He squinted, trying to at least see slightly better to find them.

He tried to ignore the rumbling laughter around him. "They should still be there, can't really go anywhere else unless I make them."

"And you better not have." He said sharply, his hand touching something that was distinctly not the soft flesh around him. He grabbed the frames, pulling them up to look through them. He wasn't going to put them on right now, no need to, but he needed to make sure they weren't broken. Thankfully, they weren't.

"Found them?" "Found them." He flopped backwards, holding the frames loosely in his hand to keep track of them.

The walls turned to a dark blue, not like the calm down hue. He assumed it was a default color, since there was no fruity smell accompanying the change. He closed his eyes, letting himself relax again.

~

It was uncomfortable to keep their head and hands clipped through the building, so Benrey let themselves slip further into the void, slowly to not disturb the human napping within. They couldn't help but release the yellow sweet voice that had been building up since the two made up, singing softly. After all of this, they'd be surprised if Gordon woke that easily, but they didn't want to invoke the tired wrath of him regardless. They had time to relax, the warm weight in their abdomen completely taking over their thoughts.

It hadn't gone over exactly how they wanted it to, but Gordon not demanding to be let out after they talked definitely meant more to them than the brunette probably knew. The fact that he trusted them enough to let himself be completely vulnerable, tucked away where nobody could find him. Completely surrounded by Benrey, and not afraid or angry about it (anymore, at least.)

They took a deep breath, feeling more sweet voice welling up in their chest, and released it with a hum, yellows and pinks filling the dark around them.

After all of this, they looked forward to getting to befriend Gordon again, this time not having the threat of being killed lingering over them like a damp, suffocating blanket.

They knew they should be heading back soon, lest the remaining members of the team get themselves in trouble, but for now they simply wanted to enjoy the peace.

Just as a caution, they tried to reach out to the skeletons to have them keep an eye out for them. After that was finished, they simply closer their eyes and let the void carry them for a while.

#hlvoreai #Safe vore #Non fatal vore #Soft vore #Fearplay

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Woo I wrote this really quickly so it’s probably terrible and I’m not sure how everyone feels about IRL fics so if you wanna pretend this isn’t IRL and is in DSMP and Karl is gone on one of his time travel things then do it 🧡

Sapnap had been hanging with Quackity and trying to show off some of his new skate skills he had been learning and it was all going good until the kick flip…. Sapnap’s board suddenly flew out from under him as he went to do the trick and he landed hard on his back! Quackity quickly came over to check on him

“Dude you good?!” Sap groaned slightly as he slowly sat up “yea I’m fine dude” he attempted to get up but immediately winced, okay he was definitely not good but he didn’t feel like anything was broken so he got up groaning slightly as he grabbed his board, Alex nodded softly frowning at his groaning and wincing “Come on let’s head back to my place and I’ll get you an ice pack or give you a massage or something” he smile softly eyebrows raising slightly at the latter half of his sentence it mainly being a joke but he couldn’t help but notice the immediate blush the latter part of his sentence seemed to bring on to sap’s face “a-an ice pack will be fine no massage needed I’m all good man”

And so soon enough they were back at Alex’s place, sap immediately flopped onto the couch with a loud groan as Alex quickly went to make him an ice pack, he wrapped it in a small towel so it wouldn’t be totally freezing and quickly returned to the living room “where do you want it?” Sap hummed softly in thought as he wasn’t really sure where it hurt the most he just settled for “I guess just the middle of my back is good thanks man” Alex nodded softly as he carefully set it on his back, sap shivered very slightly from the cold and Alex apologized “sorry should I wrap another towel around it?” Sap shook his head softly “no it’s fine I’ll get used to it”

Alex nodded and then took a seat on the floor near sapnaps head, his mind was still swirling wondering why the mention of a massage made sapnaps face so red earlier I mean he knows sap isn’t the best at first with physical contact but there was something different about this blush and the way he stuttered a bit as well “hey sapnap” “yea?” “Earlier when I offered to give you a massage why’d you get all red and stuttery?” Sapnap felt his cheeks heating up again but luckily with his head buried into a pillow on the couch Quackity couldn’t see it “I-uh I don’t know what you’re talking about man” Quackity’s eyebrow raised as he says “no no no you definitely know what I’m talking about so come on man why’d you react like that?” He carefully reached out and prodded his side a few times, causing for sap to jerk and wince as he squeaked “look man I- EEK! NOhoho don’t!” Quackity blinked a few times in surprise before he quickly smirked as his mind connected the dots

“Oh I see… little sappy is too ticklish for a massage isn’t he?” Sapnaps voice nearly cracked as he quickly replied “what?! No! I’m not even t-t-ti… that! So shut up man!” Alex snickered softly “yea sure you’re not because you totally didn’t squeak when I poked you and you totally can say the word..” Alex titled his head slightly as he thought to himself wait that doesn’t make any sense, he knows plenty of people who are ticklish but can still say the word “wait dude why can’t you say the word” sap felt butterflies exploding in his stomach as he says “w-what do you mean? I can totally say it” Alex shakes his head softly chuckling “Well if you can say it then come on man say it” sap nodded “fine I will! Quackity! I’m not- I’m not…. I’m not t-t-tic-tick…” he huffed softly before sighing “fine maybe I can’t say it” Alex smiled and clapped excitedly “HA! See I knew you couldn’t say it! So now sapnap my question is why can’t you say it hmm? Is there some sort of specific reason?”

Sapnaps face heated up even more as he shakes his head “n-no no reason I just it’s just I just I’ve never been able to say it” Quackity shrugged to himself softly it was seemingly believable and he could just be stuttering because he’s embarrassed about not being able to say such a simple word but something nagged at him to press on and so he did “right so you just randomly can’t say tickle? Can you say any variation of it ya know tickling, ticklish, tickles, or can you not say any of them” sapnaps cheeks could no longer hold his intense blush and so the red began to travel to his ears “I- uh I no… I can’t say any of them…” Quackity was quick to notice his red ears and to point it out “bro your ear is really red like cherry red?! Are you good? Is little sappy embarrassed about not being able to say the word tickle hmm?” He giggled softly as he gently removed the ice pack from sapnaps back and began softly massaging it

Sap squeaked and flinched breaking into soft giggles “EEK quhuhuahahacckkihihittyyy nohohoho!” Quackity practically melted at the sweet giggles pouring from sapnap but that didn’t stop his teasy nature “awe you really are too ticklish for massages aren’t you? That’s pretty adorable man” sapnap shook his head as he giggled “shuhuhutttt uhuhuppp ihihittsss nhahahttt ahahaddohohorrrhahabbllheheEEE NOT THERE PLEASE!” Suddenly Quackitys hands had begun to drift upwards towards sapnaps shoulders and neck making him squeal and scrunch up, Alex smirked softly “ticklish neck sappy?” Desperate to try and keep up his tough persona he tried to deny it “NOHO ihittss juhuhusstt yoouurrr hahandss ahahrrhehe CCChohollddd” Alex nodded “right so if I-“ he began drumming his fingers across sapnaps neck and shoulders making him wiggle and scrunch as he shrieked and laughed “AaHh QUACKITY AHAHAHA NHAHHAHAHAHA IHIHITTSSS SOHOHO BAHAHHAADD” Alex smirked to himself as he stopped and completely removed his hands from sapnap “oh so you want me to stop then? If it’s so bad then I’ll stop” sapnaps face dropped once his residual giggles stopped, was he really making him ask for it… dang Quackity is so evil “well I- well you see it’s just I…” Alex snickered softly “what you didn’t mean it or something?” Sapnap nodded shyly and Alex laughed “Thanks for admitting it that’s all I wanted!” He quickly began kneading and massaging all around sapnaps shoulders and neck making him shriek once more as he fell back into loud laughter as he wiggled around “aAhH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA FFRRIHIHICCKKK MHAHAHNNN HAHAHAHAHAHHAA”

Alex shook his head softly as he smiled happily “you’re so ticklish man it’s unbelievable” Sapnap shouted through his laughter “SHUHUHUTT UHUHUPPP IHIHI BEHEHETTT YYOOUURRR WOHOHORRRSSHEHEE” unbenknowst to sapnap Quackity started blushing a very bright red “I- I am not so hush!” Quackity experimentally gave the area where sapnaps sides met his back a squeeze and was met with a squeal as sapanps body arched up “EEP NAHAHA!” Quackity quickly tried to regain his composure as to capitalize on this new discovery “oh what’s this is this a good spot sapnap? I guess I better massage here too make sure to help take away the pain here!” Sapnap said through laughter “BUHUHUTTT IHIHITTT DOHEHEEESSNNTT HUHUHRRTTT THEHEHEEREHEHEEE” Quackity shrugs and says “well then I’ll just squeeze here for fun then” and so Quackity kept the squeezing for a good minute or two leaving sapnap squealing between laughter the whole time before he stops and sapnap is left giggling residually

His back still hurt a bit as he turned over but he had to admit it did feel much better “uhuhuh thahahnkss” he awkwardly giggled out not sure what to say, Alex smiled as he says “anytime man anytime” Sapnap raises up smiling before smirking softly “so what was that earlier you stuttering when I said you’re probably worse than I am”

And so it was now Quackity’s turn to be a laughing, squealing mess

The end

#mcytickle month #lee!sapnap! #ler!quackity

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Sapere Aude - Part 5

Book: The Royal Heir

Pairing: King Liam Rys x Queen Riley Brooks

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Catch Up Here

Series Description: I developed a theory of what I think will happen in TRH Book 4, and I was encouraged by some very lovely people to turn my theory into a fic, so here it is. Basically, Riley is recruited to join the Via Imperii, this series will follow her as she joins them to try and bring them down from the inside, and all of the drama and bombshells she learns along the way. Sapere Aude is Latin for “dare to know” it seemed like an appropriate title.

Rating: PG-13 Adult language, allusions to smut (but nothing graphic), discussions of death, conspiracy, blackmail, and other adult themes.

Warning: The Royal Heir Book 3 Spoilers all over the place.

Word Count: 3,189

Notes: This is kind of a transitional chapter, no major plot movement (but there is some major Uncle Drake time, if that helps). If I had combined it with the next chapter, it would have been way too long. I promise I’m going to make up for it in the next chapter. 

As always, one love to my pre-readers @texaskitten30​ & @txemrn​, I’m surprising you both with some extra content that was not in the preread (chapter 6 got way too long, so I took the opening fluff and added it to the end of this chapter). And thank you @twinkleallnight​ for my moodboard!

Tags: Everyone is tagged below, whether or not you get notified of said tag, I guess that’s in the hands of the Tumblr gods 🤷🏻‍♀️

Riley’s eyes slowly fluttered open as she took in her surroundings, she was in an ornate bedroom that she didn’t recognize. “Oh good, you’re awake.” Mara walked toward the bed from the corner of the room where she had been sitting. 

“Mara, what happened?” Riley asked.

“You passed out, you had me worried for a moment there.” Mara poured her a glass of water from the pitcher on the nightstand. 

Memories started coming back to Riley, she remembered being at the event and taking mental note of the members in attendance. Then she remembered the speaker approaching the podium, it was Liam’s mother. Nope, that can’t be right. I had already passed out at that point. That was a dream, some weird Wizard of Oz shit. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Riley watched as Mara rushed over to the door, opening it slightly and saying something to the person on the other side. Riley tried, but she was unable to hear what was being said.

“Who was that?” Riley asked as Mara closed the door and headed back to her bedside. 

“Just someone checking on you. Tell me what you remember about what happened?” 

“Nothing really, I remember being in the room and looking around, then everything went black. I had the weirdest dream while I was out though. Liam’s mother, she was up at the podium, giving a speech.” She took in Mara’s serious expression, and started feeling uneasy again. “Mara, that was a dream...right? Liam’s mother died a long time ago.”

Mara took a deep breath, “Actually, that was not a dream, Eleanor is the leader of the Via Imperii’s Cordonian chapter.”

“But why? How? She’s been alive this whole time?” Just when I thought this couldn’t get weirder. Maybe I’m still dreaming, I haven’t woken up yet. Yeah, that’s it. She pinched her arm and quickly flinched in pain. Nope, definitely real life. Liam’s mother is alive, she has been this whole time. Liam has spent most of his life mourning a woman that not only betrayed his family, but that wasn’t even dead. How is it possible that things are still getting worse? 

“I believe that is something she is more qualified to answer herself. She is outside waiting to speak with you. Should I let her in?”

“I don’t know. What do I say? How am I supposed to act? What does one say to their dead mother-in-law that isn’t actually dead?” There was a slight tremble in her voice. “Mara, I’m freaking the fuck out here. What am I supposed to do?”

Mara sat on the side of the bed and put a comforting hand on Riley’s shoulder. “It is entirely your decision, but I promise you, things will become much more clear once you speak with her. I know this is a shock, but just listen to her.”

Riley closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths, trying to center herself. “Ok, let her in.” 

Aside from a few creases along her mouth and eyes, you would have sworn that the woman entering the room had stepped right out of the many photographs Liam had shown Riley over the years. Damn, I guess faking your death is a pretty good anti-aging cure. As Eleanor approached, Riley sat up further on the bed and leaned her back against the headboard. 

“Riley, I can’t tell you how happy I am to finally be sitting down with you. We have so much to discuss.” Eleanor took the chair from the vanity and placed it next to the bed.

Understatement of the century. “I have so many questions, I don’t even know where to start.”

“I’m sure you do dear, and I will answer all of them, but you have already been through so much tonight. You need your rest.” She patted RIley’s hand soothingly. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I would like to come by Valtoria tomorrow for brunch, we can talk then.”

“Valtoria...my Valtoria? But you’re supposed to be dead, everyone will see you. Drake will see you, he’ll know who you are.” Riley started to panic. “Eleanor is there...I mean, my Eleanor...Eleanor the second?” 

“Shh, it’s alright Riley. As much as I would love to meet my granddaughter, you are absolutely right, she and Drake can’t know that I am there. Just tell them you have a meeting, and ask Drake to take her out for a bit. Knowing him, I’m sure he’d be more than happy to take her on a little nature walk. As far as being seen, I’ve managed this long without my secret getting out. Don’t worry, I have my ways of running under the radar.”

Riley could only nod, her head still swimming with all of these thoughts and questions. Eleanor stood, giving Riley a kind goodbye and leaving the room. 

After a little more rest, and time to process the conversation she just had, Mara escorted Riley out of the estate and brought her back to Valtoria. Riley was looking forward to the comfort of being in her own home, and seeing her daughter. Eleanor was no doubt asleep already, but even just checking in on her and seeing that little face, was the most calm Riley could hope for at the moment. 

As she entered her daughter’s bedroom, she smiled to herself. Eleanor was asleep on her Uncle’s lap, while he also snored soundly, the book they were reading long forgotten on the floor in front of them. Riley gently lifted her daughter out of Drake’s arms, causing him to stir. 

“Hey Brooks. Sorry, she must have really worn me out.” He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he stood out of the oversized armchair. 

Riley gently laid her still sleeping daughter in the bed, and kissed her forehead as she tucked her in. “Trust me, if anyone understands it’s me.” She turned to her friend and gave him a hug. “Thank you so much for staying with her, Drake. I always feel better leaving her with a friend when Liam and I can’t be there.” 

The exhaustion and stress were evident in Riley’s voice. A concerned Drake nodded toward the door, signaling that they should leave Eleanor to sleep. “Are you alright? You’ve been acting weird, different, all day.” He asked as he gently shut the door behind them.

“Yea, I’m good, I promise.” Riley lied. “This event tonight, it was just one of those things that would have been so much easier with Liam. I mean, they all are, but you know what I mean.” Drake nodded as he put his arm around her shoulder and they walked toward her room. “Hey, do you mind taking Eleanor out for a bit tomorrow, like late morning-ish? I had someone tonight request a meeting, and it’s kind of time sensitive.”

“Of course, that’s what I came for. Maybe I’ll take her fishing. Would that be ok? I’d love to teach her.” 

Riley smiled at his enthusiasm, but the smile didn’t quite meet her eyes. Drake noticed. “I think that would be a great idea. I believe the gear you got her for her birthday is in the sporting shed.” 

“You know I’m not going to let this go, right? Something’s going on with you and Liam. You’re my best friends, I’m not going to just sit here and pretend something isn’t bothering you guys.”

Riley checked either side of the hallway before leading Drake into her room. As she shut the door with one hand, she raised the other to her face, signaling for Drake to be quiet. She grabbed her phone and opened the notepad app, typing a message to Drake.

Do you know how to check for bugs?

Drake furrowed his brows and nodded his head. 

Do it. 

Drake did a full sweep of the room and the balcony, and returned to Riley, who was now sitting on the bench at the end of her bed. “Alright, we’re good. Now what the hell is going on?”

She explained about the Via Imperii to Drake. She didn’t tell him everything, and she definitely didn’t tell him that Liam’s mother is alive, or that that was the meeting she was taking tomorrow. Drake listened intently to everything, his only interruption was a ‘fucking Neville’ when she was telling him about the other members. She told him that one of the higher ups from the organization wanted to meet with her tomorrow, not a lie, and that’s why she wanted him to take Eleanor out of the estate for a while. 

Everything that had happened since she and Liam stepped out of the palace doors that morning suddenly made sense to Drake. And it now made sense why Liam had asked him to go with them instead of Maxwell. He wanted protection for his family, not just someone to keep them company. 

“Ok, so who else knows? What can I do?”

“Liam wanted to wait until we had some more information to tell anyone else. I know I probably should have waited to talk to him first, but tonight was awful Drake, just so damn awful. And I can’t call Liam and tell him, because I don’t know if they’re listening to our calls, and I can’t keep it all to myself for another 48 hours.” She sighed deeply and ran a hand through her hair. “He just didn’t want us accidentally telling someone that was part of it. I’m so sorry we didn’t tell you. It’s not that we didn’t think we could trust you. It’s just, finding out his mother was involved, it hit him hard, Drake. I think he just feels so betrayed by her, it’s making him extra cautious of our inner circle.”

Drake pulled her into a hug and held her close. “Hey, it’s alright, I totally get it. If I found out something like that, I mean, I can’t even imagine.”

As they separated, Riley let out a yawn. “I should probably at least try to get some sleep. Thanks Drake, for everything.”

“Yea, of course. You guys are my family, I’ll always be here. You sure you’ll be alright?”

Riley nodded and walked him to the door. They said their good nights, and Drake headed down the hall to his room, while Riley shut the door and changed into her pajamas. She laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. She spent most of the night wondering what Eleanor would say to her tomorrow, and listing out all of the questions she was going to ask. She was grateful that she was given a chance to gather her thoughts before having to go too deep with her. She would finally be able to walk into a Via Imperii interaction prepared. Or so she hoped. 

Riley never got a good night's sleep when she and Liam were apart. She had grown accustomed to falling asleep in his arms, and no weighted blanket on the planet could replicate that feeling. The emptiness of her bed, combined with the events of the night before, and Riley wasn’t sure anything that happened over the last couple of hours could even be considered sleep. She nodded off a couple of times, but every time the REM cycle started to kick in, she would see Liam’s mother and be jolted awake. Finally, she couldn’t take the tossing and turning any longer, so she got out of bed and decided to work with Gladys to make preparations for their meeting. 

Before she did that, she wanted to go get Eleanor and make sure she was up and ready for her fishing date with Uncle Drake. As she entered her daughter’s bedroom, she saw Eleanor sitting at her table, with her back to the door, having a tea party with her stuffed animals. “Good morning, Princess.”

Eleanor turned and smiled, immediately running up to her and wrapping her arms around Riley. “Hi Mommy, come have tea with us!” She grabbed her mother’s hand and walked her to the small table. She moved one of the stuffed animals out of it’s chair, kissing it on the nose and placing it on the bed. “Sorry Woogie. Mommy, sit.” She pointed at the now empty chair. 

“Eleanor, remember our manners?” Riley raised an eyebrow at her. 

“Mommy sit...please?” She looked up with a questioning expression. 

“That’s my girl.”

They sat and ‘drank tea’, Eleanor explaining every moment of her evening with her uncle the night before with so much enthusiasm. Riley watched Eleanor’s arms gesture wildly as she talked about the game of hide and seek that they played. 

Eleanor stopped her story at the sound of Riley’s phone ringing, and squealed with excitement at the sight of her father’s face on the screen. “It’s Daddy, it’s Daddy!”

“Here, you answer it, he’ll be happy to see your face.” Riley swiped accept on the video call request, and handed the phone to Eleanor. 

Riley sat back and watched the two most important people in her life talking and laughing like there wasn’t a care in the world, when Riley knew that that world was actually in the process of crumbling. She made sure that Eleanor got the phone first so that she could take that time to compose herself before she talked to Liam. They would talk, but she couldn’t tell him anything about last night. Even if she could, a FaceTime call was not the way to deliver that news. She snapped out of her thought when she heard Liam from the other side of the phone.

“I love you too, princess. Can you please give the phone to Mommy?”

As Riley took the phone, she stood from her seat, giving Eleanor a kiss on the head. “I’m going to go talk to Daddy, Finish up your tea party, Uncle Drake is going to be taking you fishing soon.”

“YAY! Fishies!”

Riley exited the room and leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath before holding the phone up to her face. “Good morning, handsome.” She smiled softly at the sight of her husband on the other end.

“Hello, beautiful. How did you sleep?” 

“Do you really need to ask? You know you’ve spoiled me all these years, I can’t fall asleep without you.” She was determined to keep the conversation light. If it veered away from that at all, she wasn’t sure she would be able to hold back. Especially with the lack of sleep she was experiencing. 

“Trust me love, I understand. I’m already on my third cup of coffee, just one more night, and we will be together again.” His eyes said everything he wasn’t able to say in that call. They were having a silent conversation about how awful the previous night had been for Riley, and how sorry he was , how badly he wanted to be there to hold her and make it all go away. 

“It’s going to be the longest night of my life, just so you know.” She sighed, checking her watch briefly. “Liam, I have to go. I had a last minute meeting come up, and I have to go get everything ready.”

Liam nodded, knowing exactly what the meeting was in reference to, or so he thought. “Of course, I have to get ready for my day as well. I will call you later on to check in. I love you Riley, I will see you tomorrow.”

“I love you too, Liam.” She ended the call, and a single tear trailed down her cheek. She wiped it away and stood up straight. She didn’t have time to break down, she had a brunch to host. 

Riley worked with Gladys to prepare the solarium for her brunch meeting. Liam had told her how much his mother loved the gardens at the palace, so she thought that this would be an appropriate setting for their meeting. Sure, the circumstances were anything but pleasant, but this was still Eleanor Rys. This woman brought Liam, her Liam, into the world. No matter what happened in this meeting, or what became of this relationship, she would be eternally grateful to this woman for giving her the love of her life. 

She impressed on Gladys the importance of privacy for this meeting, all food and beverages were to be set out ahead of their guest’s arrival, chafing dishes and coffee carafes sat on one of the tables to ensure no servers needed to enter the room. Once the door was shut, nobody was to enter until the Queen said so. Eleanor had gone this long living under the radar, Riley certainly wasn’t going to be the one to ruin her life as a dead woman. 

Once the instructions had been laid out for the staff, Riley moved to the entryway of the estate to see Drake and Eleanor off on their fishing adventure. She walked in just as Drake was handing Eleanor her mini, hot pink, fishing rod. “Here you go, kiddo. Make sure you hold it up like this, so that you don’t poke anyone while you’re walking.”

She got a mischievous gleam in her eye. One that Drake instantly recognized from the countless times it flashed across Riley’s face, right before she’d do something that drove him crazy. Eleanor turned the rod, holding it horizontally, and jabbing it into Drake’s shins. “Poke poke poke!” 

Riley burst out laughing causing Drake to snap his head in her direction, and giving Eleanor the encouragement she needed to continue her assault on her Uncle. “To be fair, you kind of asked for it. You gave her step by step instructions.”

“Of what not to do! I guess I forgot who's kid I was talking to.” He gently took the rod out of Eleanor’s hand. “Here, I’ll carry it out to the car for you princess.”

“Thank you Uncle Drake!” She ran into her mother’s arms. “Bye Mommy!”

“Bye baby girl. Be a good princess, and make sure you do everything Uncle Drake says.” She gave Eleanor one more squeeze and let her go before approaching Drake. “Thanks for doing this, I know you didn’t expect to spend the whole weekend on babysitting duty.”

“Hey, it’s nothing. I wanted to get some fishing in while I was here anyway, always nice to have a little company.” He ruffled Eleanor’s hair as his face turned more serious. “You going to be ok?”

“The image of my daughter ramming a fishing rod into your shins should be enough to get me through it.” 

“She hangs out with you too much. She needs to spend more time with Liam so she can learn that stoicism shit.” They both laughed as he pulled her into a quick hug. “We’ll be back in a few hours.”

Riley waved as they exited the estate. Yup, that’s my daughter. Taught her everything she knows. She smiled to herself at the thought. She saw Mara approach out of the corner of her eye, and turned to face her. 

“Your appointment is here ma’am, she’s waiting for you in the solarium.”

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NZHZHSNS HI HELLO UH I JUST REMEMBERED WHAT I ACTUALLY WANTED TO REQUEST— so uh remember that drunk fic that you did? umm, what would the MC's reaction be when she sees the video? and would her interactions with everyone change? anyways thank you !!!

Okay. Okay. So I'm very sorry. I just saw this. Me is busy with stuff and so, yeaaaa! Let's do this!

Drunk: After

"Ugh...My head."

Mc groans out while looking for their D.D.D to check the time.

"Why did I even drink that much??"

They stand up, still half asleep while heading towards their bathroom to fix their self.

"My head feels like exploding. I don't wanna go to school and just stay here to sleep..."

Mc whines but changed their clothes into their RAD uniform and head to RAD nonetheless, after taking the hangover pill that Lucifer left at the table, along with her breakfast which had a note.

"Surprisingly everyone had an agreement of making your breakfast. You must be having a massive headache, so if just want to take a rest for the rest for today, go ahead. -Lucifer."

They chuckle and kept the note with a smile on their face.

"...Why am I having this feeling of disgust towards myself?"

You ask as you shiver, having goosebumps while looking confused.

...

"I regret my decision now."

They grumbled as they walk at the hallway, the noise making her head to ache more.

"I should've just stayed home and lazed around."

Mc continues to grumble, not even realizing a hand coming towards her shoulder.

"Good morning, Mc. Are you feeling okay? I thought you would be staying and resting at home."

Simeon greets then questions with a bright smile.

"Huh? Oh, hey Simeon. And yeah, I'm doing fine..I guess."

They replied, mumbling the last part with a sheepish smile.

"And I just didn't like the thought of missing today's lesson. It's my fault for drinking too much anyways."

Mc felt the shame crawling its way towards them, making them completely confused. Wondering why they're feeling such shame and disgust towards their self.

"Well, if it isn't Mc."

Solomon enters the scene, somewhat looking completely smug as he smiles at them.

"It's great to see you attending RAD. I really expected for you to be resting at the House of Lamentation."

You felt like sweating, and feeling nervous in front of the angel and human sorcerer.

Just what is this heavy shame feeling on my shoulders???

They thought as they stared at the two handsome males, who seemed somewhat shining bright and looking so smug, especially Solomon, the human sorcerer.

"What are you being so smug about?"

Solomon hums as he continues to smile that you even cursed at his handsome face for making your heart so weak, that made you pissed.

"Ah, that's right. You said that we should be giving you some warning before smiling, right?"

You stared at him with wide eyes, confusion completely written all over your face.

"Huh??? What???"

The two of them laughs, finding your confused look adorable for them that it just made them want to tease you more.

"Anyways, don't have a heart attack when one us smiles, okay?"

Simeon says, patting your head that your confusion meter kept rising.

"That's right. Ahaha."

Solomon winks at you, and it seems that an arrow just pierced your heart and...eyes. But, of course, you responded with a small smile.

F*ck.

"Mc!"

Luke runs towards them, smiling brightly as he gives them a hug.

"The demon brothers said that you'll be absent today because you're sick! Why are you here instead of resting? Are you gonna be okay taking classes when sick??"

Mc couldn't help but be in awe at the little angel, thinking he's just the most cute and absolutely adorable being they have seen.

"Of course."

They replied with a soft smile, completely forgetting their head aching somehow.

"Anyways, I'll get going now. See you later guys."

You said your goodbye to the three, now remembering that feeling of shame and disgust once again.

"Did I miss something? I don't remember anything after taking my 7th glass or something."

They take a deep breathe, a small smile showing.

"I'm sure I didn't do anything weird."

Soon you felt someone tap your shoulder, which made you turn around with a hum.

"A pleasant morning, Mc!"

Diavolo greets in a joyful manner, looking completely in a great mood, along with Barbatos. Both of the demons seems to shine brightly like Solomon and Simeon.

"Oh, Good morning, Lord Diavolo."

You simply greeted with a smile, finding them cute looking like that. But Diavolo pouts, making you wonder if you said something wrong.

"So they're not calling me Dia anymore, huh?"

Diavolo mumbles to himself which you raised an eyebrow, wondering what he had just said.

"Hello, Mc. Should you really be attending class today instead resting?"

They chuckle and smile.

"Yea, Don't worry, I'm doing great."

"Would you look at that! It's Mammon and Leviathan!"

The prince shouts with a laugh. The two demon brothers looked up and saw Diavolo, Barbatos and...You.

OMG! It's Mc! Gotta act natural!

"Hi, L-Lord Diavolo, and M-M-M-Mc!"

Levi stutters out, his face bright red, along with Mammon.

"Mc! What're y-y-you doin' here?! Shouldn't y-ya be r-resting at home or s-s-somethin'?"

Mc opens their mouth, an eyebrow rising.

"Uhh..It's lonely and quiet there without you guys, so yeah. And why are you both so red and stuttering so much???"

You put each of your hands on their forehead, checking out the demons temperature if their sick.

"Wow, hot. You two must've caught a cold or something."

Levi backs away, looking like he'll pass out any second because of your hand.

"T-The great Mammon isn't someone w-who'll g-g-get some dumb c-c-cold just like that!"

Mc scoffs and waves her hand.

"Sure, whatever. Don't go complaining when it gets worse. See you later Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, Mammon and Levi."

You walk away from the four of them, now getting weird out about the boys.

The f*ck is happening?? Are they just in a good mood or they're just high or something???

Now all those thinking is making their head ache more again, that it made them groan and grumble.

"Sweetie, Mc! You're here!"

Asmodeus hugs you from behind with a big smile on his face, startling you.

"Being in a place without you is so boring~!"

The avatar of lust whines then giggles.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. Whatever."

You push Asmo away making Satan to chuckle lightly, satisfied a little at what you did.

"Why are you getting so touchy? Just what is wrong with everyone today???"

Satan and Asmo stares at each other then laughs.

"Oh, honey. I knew you wouldn't remember anything about yesterday after getting si wasted like that!"

Asmo starts as he takes his D.D.D out, opening its screen.

"That was the most cutest, adorable and the precious thing I have seen of your side so far!"

Satan nods his head, completely agreeing.

"Indeed it was. It was definitely funny and cute seeing you act like that, Mc."

You stared at them with that confused expression once again which you had done many times for today.

"Here, watch this~!"

And so, that is when you felt like stabbing your eyes for seeing such things that you would never think of doing when drunk.

"See?! Especially when you smile! You see how charming thiz b*tch Ish?!"

You cover your eyes, completely bright red as shame, disgust, and embarrassment consumes you.

B*tch?! Did I seriously called Solomon a b*tch?!

They groan, then after that. They seemed to cough out blood and felt their self slowly crumbling, after seeing the scene of them hugging everyone and hearing them asking everyone in the room to marry them.

F*cking end my life.

The video ended which resulted a laughing Asmo and Satan, remembering the incident yesterday and a 100% want to experience it again.

But they flinched when they the lifeless looking Mc, who's soul seems like would leave their body any second now.

"Thank you for making me remember about my shameful and embarrassing actions of yesterday. Now if you would excuse me.."

You said, speaking sweetly with a smile.

"I would like to find a very deep hole and live there for the rest of my life."

They flinched as they saw Mc quickly dash away from them, startling both of them.

"Wha-?! Mc?!"

They both run after you to catch and stop you.

"You can't do that Mc!"

Satan shouts, holding your wrist.

"No! Let me go!"

Lucifer, Belphie and Beelzebub soon arrives, wondering what's that bickering is about.

"What in the Diavolo is happening here??"

Lucifer questions, arms crossed.

"Lucifer! Listen here, Mc wants to burry their self inside a hole!!"

Asmodeus shouts to his older brother.

"I said live! Not bury myself, damn it!"

You stop and stay quiet for a second, making them confused and worried.

"But that'll do much better!!"

...

"Why am I here with you all when I'm trying my best to ignore all of you earlier.."

You said as you sulk on a corner, covering your face.

"Come on, Mc. You shouldn't do that. You're making us sad..You won't be able to see our handsome smiling face."

Your face turns red once again, and you face Solomon.

"Don't tease me..!"

The sorcerer laughs and hugs you.

"Okay, Ahahaha. Here, let me hide you."

Everyone doesn't seem to like what's happening in front of them. Not one bit.

"He's definitely taking advantage of this."

Belphegor deadpans, earning a nod from his twin brother, who's eyebrows both furrowed.

"Yeah."

"Hey! Get away from Mc, you shady sorcerer!"

Mammon shouts, while pointing his finger at him.

"Yeah, get away!"

Luke also shouts, pouting his lips.

"I want to be in the hole of shame."

You grumble as the demons continue to bicker and glare at Solomon.

"Ahaha. Don't worry about what happened last night, Mc. What happened has happened. There is nothing to be embarrassed about."

You stare at Diavolo then laughs flatly.

"Uh, yeah, no. This is why I like to drink alone! I will never have to be worried about what weird stuff I did!"

Simeon chuckles and pats their head with a smile.

"Come on, Mc. No one even hated what you did last night."

Lucifer nods his head, cursing Solomon inside his head.

"Yes, indeed."

"In fact, we all quite enjoyed the affection you gave to all of us."

Barbatos joins as well, grinning. You sunk down, covering your bright red face.

"Well the sober me didn't."

Asmo chuckles and skips towards you, smiling brightly.

"You were so cute last night. Did you know that Mc?"

You deadpan an expression at the demon.

"All I know is that I'm horribly disgusted, ashamed, and embarrassed of myself."

Leviathan shrugs his shoulders while taking his phone out to play with it.

"I know how that feels, lol."

They all turned their heads to glare at the purple head demon.

"Come on, Mc. I'm sure you didn't meant anything you said last night, as much as it hurts to admit."

Diavolo assures, along with a soft smile but somehow looking like a puppy.

"Augh! I tend to be very honest when drunk, so this is killing me!!"

Beelzebub steps forward then stares at you.

"Do you want me to give you some of my warmth, Mc?"

You stare at the large demon and remembers that line you also said to him last night, which made you shiver in disgust at your own self once more.

"From no on, I will be limiting my drinking. 3 shots is enough. No more than that."

They deadpan and spread their arms to hug Beel.

"But why, Mc?! That side of you was absolutely adorable and precious!"

Asmo whines which made everyone to nod in agreement.

"If I ever get drunk, I will blame you Asmo "

The demon shrieks and points at Mammon.

"That's Mammon's job! Not mine! Blame him!!"

"Hey!"

The white haired scoffs and coughs.

"T-The great Mammon a-also...wants some hug...."

You stare at him, wondering what he said.

"You want some bug???"

You stare at him in disgust for asking you for a...bug. Lol.

"Anyways. I need some time alone for the time being. Don't look for me until I show myself to you all."

Mc quickly leaves the room, making the boys to chuckle which only made Luke confused.

And so, for the rest of the day, Mc avoids all of their friends. Not wanting to remember their shameful actions.

"Mc? How are you doing?"

Satan questions as the brothers continues to do their thing, but is actually listening to what they'll be answering.

"Huh? Oh, I'm doing great."

They replied with a big smile.

"Besides for the fact about what I did last night is eating me up, so yeah. I'm doing absolutely great."

Everyone discussed at chat after having dinner with their human.

"Then it would be best to not bring up what they did or about what happened last night."

Diavolo informs, which everyone responded with a demoji nodding its head. And before Diavolo puts his D.D.D down, he chats one last time.

"Have a pleasant night everyone. Take good care of Mc. Good bye."

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