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taystrash · 1 year ago

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Dominate Men HCS

Description: Of course I had to write one for the doms too

Word Count: 1.144k

Content warning: nicknames used: pretty girl, baby, spanking, rough sex, aftercare

Nanami, Razor (HxH), Toji, Miguel O'Hara, Phinks, Reiner, Hisoka, Tengen, Captain Yami

Dominate men who love to spank your perfect little ass raw. Until you're squirming in his lap, hands coming back to helplessly shield you away from his large, calloused hand. He has no problem taking both your wrists into one hand and pinning them to your lower back, warning you to stay out of his way. He can't help the way his cock jumps when he notices your tears staining the fabric of his jeans. "That was the last one pretty girl." His hand pulls you by your hair until he's able to place his lips next to your ear, he wants to make sure you hear his next words. "Got me fucking leaking at the sight of how wet your pathetic little cunt is. Why are you dripping down your fucking thigh," His hand moves gently over the skin of your ass, cooing gently when you jump at the contact. "When this is supposed to be a punishment?"

Dominate men who will bend into any position to watch your face when you cum. It's not enough to feel you cum around his cock, it's not even enough to see the way your body shakes during the process. He needs to watch the way your mouth parts as you dissolve into a bubbling mess of tears and snot when you finally cum. He craves to see the way your lashes clump together, the way your eyes roll back until only the whites are exposed behind fluttering lids. He finds it ruins his orgasm if he can't watch the way your brows pinch together or the way you'll tuck your bottom lip between your teeth as he fucks you through it. "Come on pretty girl, let me see you." It's a near-feral growl every time, hips slowing their pace until he's grinding his hips against your ass. His hand at the back of your neck travels to your chin to pull you up and the sight nearly has him cumming on sight. "There she is-fuck-baby, I'm gonna cum-you're so fucking pretty like this. You look so fucking pretty making a mess on my cock baby. So. Fucking. Pretty." Each word is emphasized with a thrust, cock twitching as he holds you in place, eyes glued to your face. "So fucking pretty."

Dominate men who need you to understand they're truly sorry, for the most part. Especially when they have you folded in half, using their weight to dig into your pussy. Their feet are planted into the mattress, hands gripping the headboard, and each thrust is sharper than the last. He hasn't spoken since he instructed you to hold your legs, you weren't sure of what his day entailed but he had been upset from the moment he entered your shared apartment. He had slung his suitcase around, walked heavily through the house, and barely greeted you with a dry kiss. You wanted to scold him, ask him what was wrong, and take away his stress all at the same time. You wanted to be mad at him but you were sure his job was stressful, though he swore to never take it out on you. You had mentioned that part, sure it wouldn't spark an argument. You were wrong, he exploded, explaining the stressfulness of his assignments, and deadlines, how he had to keep everything upright. He was tired, exhausted didn't even begin to cover it, and the last thing he needed was you hounding him. You hadn't, you weren't, he was just saying every and anything. It was pissing you off, to the point you had just shut up and walked away, wanting to talk when the both of you had calmed down. He followed you and it had led to this. "You pushing me away baby?" He looks down, finally noticing one of your hands has left the back of your thigh to try weakly pushing at his hips. The attempt was so futile he hadn't even noticed that was your goal. "Nuh-uh. Take-this-fucking-dick."

Dominate men who talk you through it. "Come on baby, relax that pussy for me, come on." His large hands hold a cheek in each hand, spreading you open for his eyes to watch how your tiny hole splits around his cock. "You're squeezing me too tight pretty girl," He speaks through gritted teeth, head rolling back when you only clamp down on him tighter. "Come on baby, you gotta relax around me-hah-f-fuck or I-I'm going to cum." His thrusts are slow, he has no choice with the way you're sucking him in. You aren't allowing him to fully move and in his quest to get you to loosen up, you've only started clamping down on him more, whining at his words. "There you go pretty girl, loosen up for me, so I can properly fuck this pussy."

or Dominate men who try to talk you through it but their digging so far in your guts you can barely focus on anything but his dick. At this point, you're the drooling mess he loves, and he should know better but he can't help himself. He loves the way you babble away, trying to piece together a coherent response for him to understand only for your words to be slurred. They're almost always lost amongst the sound of his hips meeting the backs of your thighs but he hears you, he somehow pieces together what you say. "Does it feel good baby?" He holds you so you're hanging halfway off the bed, legs pinned to his chest as he uses his grip on your hips to keep you in place. "This is what my baby needed, yeah? Some good dick? That job is always stressing my baby out and she gets snappy, she just needs daddy to fuck her right. That's it, huh baby? My pretty girl just needs daddy to split her open on his cock and her attitude will be all better, huh?"

Dominate men who won't allow you to skip out on aftercare. No matter how tired you feel, especially after an intense session, he keeps you up long enough to wipe the mess from between your thighs. "I know you're tired but here, drink this." He'll hold the cup of water for you, his other hand stroking your arm as you melt into his side. "You did so well tonight." He presses gentle kisses to the crown of your head, one to your nose, smiling when you softly giggle, then a final one to your lips. "You did such a good job, and you were such a good girl." He only receives hums of content in response, a sleepy smile taking over your features as your eyes sink lower. "One more thing, before I let you lay down. Where's your bonnet?"

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cowgurrrl · 10 months ago

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Tall Boy

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author's note: I didn't go into writing this thinking I would write a little bit of spice so please be nice (poetry fr)

Summary: Fireworks, Uber Calls, Confessions, Oh My! [3.6k]

Warnings: consumption of alcohol, drunken shenanigans, Joel and Tommy being the only Texan men I would trust with my drinks, so much goddamn yearning, oh what's happening with Andie and Tommy??, Joel the Menace makes his return, smutty thoughts and actions (I've made them wait nine chapters they deserve to be a little horny. as a Treat.), getting caught, preparing you for Sleeping on the Blacktop

You don't get to cut loose very often as a teacher. You're almost always worried about lesson plans, grading, assignments, supplies, money (or lack thereof), politics, student's mental health, and a million other things that plague your mind when you try to sleep. Sure, you have a drink or two sometimes, but never anything close to like when you were in college and would end up back at your apartment at four in the morning just to get up three hours later for a lecture at eight. You weren't always going to be a high school teacher, and your past reflects that. And Andie has waited a long time to get a little bit of that spirit out of you again.

New Year's Eve starts easy enough with a nice dinner in downtown Austin with a glass of wine or two with the food. You and Andie got all dolled up in short, curve-hugging dresses and makeup and decided you would take yourselves out if nobody else was going to. "But we're not gonna get arrested like we did in high school, right?" You asked over dinner, but she just shrugged with a mischievous look in her eyes.

"We'll see where the night takes us."

You bounced from bar to bar, sipping drinks and half-flirting with whoever approached, hoping for a free drink. Lucky for you, nobody is immune to Andie's charm. You lose track of how much you've had to drink once the room starts spinning pleasantly, and you can barely hear yourself over the loud music. You dance with beautiful strangers, sing along to the music, and even steal a cigarette from a willing accomplice outside. It feels good to act like your own age and not everybody's mom.

By the time midnight rolls around for the Central Time Zone, you and Andie are drunk, leaning on each other and butchering the lyrics to Aud Lang Syne. "We should call an Uber!" Andie yells in your ear, and you nod. You stumble outside and squint at your phone, giggling at your fleeting thought.

"I've got a better idea than Uber."

You and Andie are sitting on the curb outside a gas station right off of Sixth Street, sharing a tall boy and following instructions to "stay put," when his truck pulls up next to you. Joel looks sleepy but not mad, while Tommy looks like he just walked up on a small miracle.

"I thought teachers weren't supposed to be fun!" He laughs as you hand Andie the beer and somehow get yourself to your feet.

"You, obviously, didn't have the right teachers."

"I reckon so." He says as you dig your keys out of your purse to hand to Joel. He nods gratefully as Tommy helps Andie off the curb. They start talking about something, but you can't hear them over the way Joel's looking at you. Like he did at the gallery, his eyes linger on every piece of exposed skin he hadn't seen before. Something akin to worry clouds his vision, but you catch him looking at your legs and smack his chest.

"Eyes up here, Mr. Miller," you call him out. "See somethin' you like?" You ask, and he chuckles at how southern you sound when you drink.

"You look very nice." He says, and you smile. For some reason, you step into him and rest your head on his shoulder. He's so warm, and you're tired and just drunk enough not to care about the rules. You feel him freeze for a moment before his hand comes up to your waist to help keep you upright. "Let's get you home, hm?"

Andie refuses to leave Tommy's side now that they've gotten into an argument about the best musician of all time, and she decides to ride in your car with him while you climb into the truck with Joel. The second you're alone in the car with him, you just start laughing to yourself. Joel laughs a little, too, as he turns the ignition over.

"What's so funny?" He asks, and you shake your head.

"Just you." You say, giggling a little more.

"Me?"

"Yeah, you."

"What about me?"

"A few weeks ago, I thought I'd fucked you over, and now you're picking me up 'cause I got too drunk on New Year's Eve," it's not funny, but you laugh anyway. "You're a much better person than I am." You say. It's quiet in the truck as your words settle like dust on the dashboard. The only sound is the engine running and the distant sounds of fireworks popping in nearby neighborhoods. He takes a deep breath and rests a hand on your headrest to reach around in the backseat, producing his large jacket and pulling it over your body to protect you from the cold.

"I think you're a good person. Definitely a world better than me," he says as he puts the car in drive. "And, for what it's worth, you didn't fuck me over."

"No?" You ask, and he shakes his head, glancing at you as he pulls onto the road.

"No." He says, and you hum. You pull his jacket closer to you and cling to the smell of pinewood, leather, and hints of his cologne. If they sold this smell in a candle, you would go into debt just to have it linger in every room. The thought presses on a bruise you forgot was there, and in your inebriated, vulnerable state, you can't stop yourself from staring at his profile as yellow streetlights and bursts of fireworks reflect across his face.

You study him the way you've been dying to for months. Your eyes study how his eyebrows move with minute emotions and muscles. The way his big nose curves perfectly. The way his jaw clenches and unclenches when he's nervous or unsure what to say. You wish you had a piece of paper and a pencil to sketch his side profile as it comes into view between headlights. You don't believe in muses, but you believe in inspiration. Especially when you look at him.

"Thank you for comin' to get us. I know you'd rather be sleeping." You break the silence, and he nods.

"I'd rather know you're safe than anythin' else," he says. "How much did you have to drink?"

"I don't know," you groan, absentmindedly rubbing at your face and no doubt smearing makeup. "People kept buying us drinks, and I'm so fucking broke, I'm not gonna say no to a free drink."

"People? What people?" He asks, his interest suddenly piqued. You shrug and put your feet up on the dash. He glances at them but doesn't shove them off.

"I don't know. People. Men people." You say.

"Different men or the same guy?"

"Does it matter?"

"No," he says a little too quickly. "No, it doesn't matter. As long as you had fun." There's something off about his tone, but you can't place it. At least, not until he puts the final nail in his own coffin. "D'any of 'em try to get your number?"

"Oh, my God!" You squeal excitedly as you sit up and put your feet back down. "Are you jealous?"

"No! Why would I be jealous? We're friends."

"Yeah," you scoff. "'Friends.'" You say with intense finger quotes, and he furrows his brows as he looks at you.

"Are we not friends?"

"Joel, c'mon. I liked you from the second you walked into my classroom. We were never gonna be just friends." The confession comes loose before you can swallow it back down. It wiggles between you like a fish out of water, and you want to take it back. Not because it's not true but because you weren't ready to tell him. Things just got back to normal after the winter showcase. You're not ready to lose him again.

"You're drunk," he says softly as if he's reminding himself more than anything. Maybe he thinks because you've been drinking, you don't mean it, but you do. You really, really do. It's too late to take it back, but you can try to bring levity back. You can try to backpedal a little.

"You're drunk." You counter. He drives in silence for a few more miles, and the rumble of the car and the tequila weighing your mind down lull you to sleep— narrowly avoiding another hard conversation and worst-case scenarios.

You wake up on the first day of the new year hungover, sore, and in a bedroom you don't recognize. Bright sunshine bursts into the room and forces your eyes open in a squint. You almost jump up when you're greeted with a bottle of water and Tylenol on a nightstand that's not the white one on the right side of your bed. You sit up a little and look around at the cozy, if not a little cluttered, room.

The walls and the soft sheets are a nice, comforting blue. A few posters and pictures hang on the walls, and even a landscape painting hangs above the bed. Still, there's a little laundry strewn on the floor, and you recognize the closet full of flannel and button-up shirts next to you. You guess that's where your oversized, burnt orange Texas Longhorns shirt and black sweatpants came from. Snippets from the car ride and stumbling into the house fill your mind, and you groan in embarrassment.

You remember Tommy calling Joel and telling him Andie got sick on the way to your apartment, and he didn't want to drop you off alone where something could go wrong. They offered to take you to their house, and in your drunk and stupid state, you said yes. You remember gentle hands holding your face as a cold, wet makeup wipe swiped across your skin, and thank God for that. Otherwise, you would feel worse than you already do. You remember hearing Andie and Tommy's voices outside the bedroom door, but you don't remember how you got into the room or the shirt. A light knock on the door pulls you out of your memories, and Joel walks in with a cup of coffee and a sympathetic smile.

"Good mornin', sunshine," he says, the right amount of mocking. "How're you feelin'?"

"Like I got hit by a truck." You say, and he laughs as he hands you the mug and sits on the bed.

"I figured. I've got breakfast goin' downstairs. You need all the food you can get to soak up the alcohol." He says as you take a sip of the bitter coffee. You sigh into the cup at the (somehow) magical effects it has on your body, and he smiles. "That good, huh?"

"Yes, thank you," you say. "Thanks for everything. I know it probably wasn't fun trying to wrangle us last night."

"You weren't lyin' when you said how much trouble you and Andie got into together." He says. You think you could crawl into a hole and die at the embarrassing gaps in your memory.

"Oh, God. What happened?"

"Well, first of all, she wouldn't stop talkin' to you bout Tommy even though he was right there, but it was all good things. Then, you almost fell asleep on the couch after demanding’ Whataburger, and I had to carry you up the stairs. And then, Andie locked us in here and told us to figure our shit out."

"I'm gonna fucking kill her."

"I'm pretty sure she almost fell asleep in the hallway waitin' us out. Tommy parked her in Sarah's room and slept on the floor in case she needed somethin'." He says. You knew the Miller men were kind and selfless, but this is a whole new level. You owe them a fruit basket or your kidney or something. You rub your temples and take another sip of coffee before taking two Tylenol.

"And where did you sleep?"

"You don't remember?" He asks, chuckling. At least he's not mad. If he was, you think you'd climb out the window and walk all the way home. "I tried to sleep on the floor, but every time I tried to lay down, you laid down next to me. You wouldn't even close your eyes unless I was next to you, so I built a little pillow wall and slept in bed."

"Are you serious?" You ask, and he nods. You can vaguely recall getting into a hushed argument with him about kicking him out of his own bed and falling asleep against his chest, vindicated and content. You groan and bury your head in your hands. "Please tell me Ellie isn't here."

"She spent the night at Dina's house, none the wiser." He says. You almost say something about Ellie spending a lot of time with Dina recently, but keep your mouth shut. If something's going on, you doubt she wants her teacher to snitch on her to her dad.

"I'm so, so, so sorry, Joel."

"Don't be sorry. It was funny. I didn't know teachers partied so hard," he says, and you laugh a little. "Besides, it made me feel better knowin' you two were safe." You look up as he speaks and take a deep breath at how sweet he is. He smiles, and you scoot close enough to him to cuddle into his side. He welcomes you by tucking you under his arm and resting his head on yours.

Your head is pounding, and your stomach is in knots, but the coffee and his presence help ground you. His hair is a little damp and smells like Ellie's shampoo. The thought of them sharing products makes you smile, and you rest a hand on his chest. Worn in, soft fabric cushioning your fingers as they rest over his heart.

"Can we add this to our list of inappropriate secrets?" You ask quietly, and a puff of air leaves his nose in a laugh. He lifts his head from yours and looks down at you fondly. He doesn't look particularly well-rested, and you're sure that's your fault, but you also can't get over how beautiful he looks in the morning. His eyes are still heavy with sleep, his beard is a little unruly, and his shirt is crumpled, but the light streaming in makes his brown irises look amber and the grey in his hair silver. He's beautiful like this. He's beautiful all the time.

"Course," he mumbles as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. His hand lingers on your jaw, fingers caressing your cheek, and your hand slides from his chest to his shoulder to keep him close. "D'you get a New Year's kiss, at least?" He asks. You purse your lips as you stretch your memory back.

"'M pretty sure I kissed Andie."

"Nice." He says, too impressed, and you push at his shoulder.

"What about you? You get a New Year's kiss?" You're walking the wrong side of the line, and you both know it. He smirks anyway.

"I was a little busy takin' care of these two drunks."

"One time," you say. "I go out one time, and suddenly I'm a drunk."

"That's all it takes." He shrugs, and you laugh.

"Apparently," you say. "Well, I'm sorry again. Didn't mean to ruin your chances of getting kissed."

"Nah, you didn't."

"No?"

"No," he shakes his head as he leans in and kisses you, tilting your face up to him so he can control the angle. Two months. It's been two months since you last kissed Joel, and you can feel all sixty days of want in the searing kiss. He's not shy like he might've been in the past— waiting for you to make this first move— he's commanding and steals your breath out of your lungs when his tongue slides against yours. It's different, and so, so good. You wind your hand into his hair and lightly tug when his hands roam down your body and grab at your hips. You take the signal and throw a leg over his hips to straddle him, gasping when he presses into the small of your back and pushes you against him.

Now, you're awake. Fuck the coffee.

You're dizzy when his mouth dips from your lips to your jaw, biting the sensitive skin there, and his hands wander below the fabric of your (his) shirt. His fingers are soft when they graze against your sides, skimming up your body until he squeezes your breasts. Both of you groan as you arch into his touch. He's barely touched you, and you're already soaked.

"Missed you." He whispers as his lips blaze a trail down your neck while his fingers lightly pinch your nipples. You grind your hips into his, desperately searching for friction, and he hisses like you hurt him. His hips canting up reassures you you didn't. "You gonna disappear on me again, sweetheart?" It doesn't come across as mean, but there's a new authority in his voice that you're not used to hearing. The dam isn't just broken. It's in fucking shambles at the bottom of the river.

"'M not going anywhere." You breathe. "I promise." You think you mean it. You think you want to mean it. You think you're done caring about optics and what's "right." You want him, and based on the way the bulge in his sweatpants prods under you, he wants you too. He pulls away from your neck to kiss your lips again, wraps an arm around your back, and lays you on your back on the mattress.

You tug at the back of his shirt and greedily let your hands roam over his chest and back when he throws it across the room. He's all broad shoulders and strong arms, and you can finally feel the muscles and warm skin you've thought about since way before that night in the bar. When his fingers trace patterns into your inner thighs, you moan into him and grip his forearm hard. "Joel, I need-"

"What? What d'you need, baby? Tell me." He asks, his fingers dancing closer and closer to where you want him. It'd be so easy for him to slip his hand under the waistband of your sweatpants and feel how desperate you are, but he hesitates. "C'mon, use your words."

"Fuck, I-" You start to say when the door creaks open.

"Joel, do you want— woah!" Tommy yells before you hear the door slam shut again and his feet rushing down the hallway, no doubt to tell Andie about what he just saw. Joel groans and buries his face in your neck, and it takes everything in you not to laugh.

"I'm gonna fuckin' kill him."

"I'll help you hide the body."

"Finally!" Andie yells from downstairs, and this time, you do laugh.

"They're never gonna let us hear the end of this, are they?" You ask.

"Probably not," he says. He's unmoving over you, and you sigh as you kiss his cheek. He lets his body weight drop into you, and you play with his hair while he rests his head on your chest. His hands rest under your body and press you closer to him, smothering you together. His broad shoulders expand and contract with every breath, and you count them as you scratch his scalp. "I have to go get Ellie soon." He mumbles into your chest.

"Then, we should probably go." You say. He groans and kisses your sternum before pushing onto his forearms. He kisses up your chest to your neck, forcing a shaky breath from you when he nibbles at your earlobe.

"I want you in my bed all the time," he whispers in your ear, making you shiver. "Wearin' my clothes, makin' all those pretty sounds, not havin' to worry bout Tommy or anybody." His chest rumbles against yours as he speaks; all you can do is squirm under him. His fingers picking up their previous patterns don't help either. "Wanna feel you come over and over again. On my fingers. On my tongue. On my cock. Wanna make you feel so good." His middle finger rubs against your clothed pussy, and your nails dig into his shoulder as you try to suppress a surprised sound. You're so wet, you'd be surprised if he couldn't feel the damp spot on your underwear. "You gonna let me make you feel good, baby? Huh?" He bumps your nose with his, subtly asking for attention when all you can focus on are the lazy circles he's drawing over you.

"Please." You whimper, but you're not sure what you're begging for.

"I know, I know," he murmurs. You know you can't get away with anything with Tommy and Andie waiting for you downstairs but you want him to make good on his promise. You want him. You have for so long it's burning you from the inside out. And yet, he pulls away from you with a smirk. "I'm gonna take all the time in the world with you next time." He says as he rolls off of you, and you're left lying there, shocked and flushed.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You ask, sitting up, and he just shrugs as he pulls his shirt over his head.

"I've gotta go get Ellie."

"Don't pull the Dad Card right now." You sound a little petulant, but honestly, you don't care. He worked you up to just walk away? This is cruel and unusual punishment. He presses his knee into the mattress and leans over you again, kissing you chastely.

"You'll have to get me back later." He says, and you sigh, shaking your head at the amused look in his eyes.

"I'm gonna make you wish you were dead."

"I'll believe it when I see it."

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eunoiaastralwings · 8 months ago

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Fragments of Blue

featuring Bucky x reader

fandom mcu- pre catcw

a/n based on my idea here - here part one (can be read alone too - I think LMAO).

warnings running away ? - idk if there was anything else tell me otherwise

You were simply lying on the on the couch bored when he came in again – with presuming a packet of bread in his hands.

You momentarily looked over the man that was once the deadly assassin – the one who had been assigned to bring you back to your father and his Hydra, every time you tried to escape or occasionally protect you.

He was always so anxious and nervous now – now you saw the real man being the Winter Soldier, trapped underneath Hydra’s torture who was finally free.

But the world didn’t see it like that however – the world still saw him as a murder and a true weapon of evil and you could almost see he saw himself like that too now.

Like he was signing the picture the outside world painted him as.

You always wondered why he came back for you – you were Alexander Pierce’s daughter after all. You were once even called as Hydra’s daughter by your father’s men.

But unlike your father you didn't want to be part of Hydra – but you were forced to know Hydra, including the Winter Soldier.

Little did you know, the blue-eyed man before you remembered as the Winter Soldier, he told to watch over you and made sure you didn't escape from Hydra like you tried countless times.

It was like you were something constant – something different than the usual assassinations he was tasked with.

You father was dead – yet you weren’t sure how to feel about that, he was your only family after all – though he did put Hydra above you.

Once the man was freed from the mind control and for whatever reason he had broken into your father’s house helped her escape and went on the run together.

You had known the moment he stepped in – he wasn’t Blue anymore.

He was the man behind those blue eyes again – still he seemed to be refusing to tell you his real name.

“So. . . you going to tell me your real name or do I keep calling you, Blue?” She asked – as he places the packet of bread on the small table in tiny rundown apartment you were sharing.

You had hated always calling him Soldat or the Winter Soldier, like your father and Hydra did - so you always stuck with calling him Blue, because of his blue eyes. He didn’t remember his own name - and no one would tell him or you either. . .and you wanted to make him feel just a little human. . .

He looked up giving you a once over – as if still debating inside him whether to trust you or not.

To be honest the only reason you were was because of him anyways.

You were almost certain he was going to brush you off again.

But then you heard a small mutter.

“Bucky. . .”

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You disguised yourself the best you could, wearing one of Bucky’s baseball caps – as you looked around the market stalls, trying to follow him.

You were always annoying him – that’s for sure. He had specifically instructed you to stay at the apartment but you clearly hadn't.

“Y/N you shouldn't be here. You’re not supposed to be out without my permission.”

He sounds annoyed.

“I deserve to at least see the sun, Bucky!”

You scowled at his behavior.

“I get it. . . But we can't let anyone find the either of us!”

He sighs.

“The only reason you’re not in the base is because it's me babysitting you.”

He mutters.

“You’re not babysi-“

You tripped over something because of your vintage heeled boots as you tried to follow – needing to hold onto Bucky in case you fell face flat on the ground.

You sighed – knowing he was gonna be mad.

“I told you not to wear those heels!”

He glared – now mad with you.

“Oh, I’m sorry – I didn’t exactly get to stop by at home to grab shoes before going on the run!”

You answered sarcastically.

“Don’t talk back to me. I’m only looking out for you. You really need to take more precautions!”

He warned.

You knew he was mad.

“I cannot go bare feet!”

You still stubbornly scowled – knowing what he was picking at how you failed to escape multiple times during their time in Hydra and how he as the Winter Soldier always dragged her back kicking and screaming.

“Well, at the light’s still there, princess!

He grumbles and grabs you by the wrist. He pulls her along with a grumpy looking glare.

“We don’t have time for this. I have to keep you safe!”

He mutters, that was something he always said – but Bucky himself didn’t know why he was keeping you safe.

He didn’t know he came running to you – when he was freed from the mind control.

But here you were now.

You simply rolled your eyes and followed him to a farmers’ market.

He glances over at you.

“Why can’t you just listen to me for a change!”

Bucky sounded exhausted and anxious – he walks fast with you still holding your hand and you were trying to keep up with his pace.

Once again – stubborn as ever you didn't answer. The farmers’ market was large, with lots of stands and stalls, some selling fruit, spices/herbs, meat, or vegetables, others selling handmade crafts.

You easily got distracted with handmade crafts and toys.

Bucky looked – noticing how you got easily distracted, he just sighs an tries to not get annoyed.

He notices as your eyes were filled wonder, even glancing at your hair too.

You seem to have a soft, sweet face with the eyes of an angel.

“Why cant you just stay focused for once Y/N. . .”

He said – being a hypocrite as he found himself, getting distracted by you.

Before his eyes dart around nervously as they search for any threats. He seems on edge – always looking around as he looks for Hydra members or even agents.

He then went over to the fruit vendors – still keeping a close eye on you while spoke in Romanian trying buy a few plums for you and him.

You then picked up a little wooden carved wolf smiling at it as Bucky looks at the fruits.

Bucky glares at you – you smile and your beauty makes him stop and stare for a few moments.

“Y/N, put that down. We don't have time for that.”

He said – now coming back over to you.

“I told you we're on the run and we can’t risk letting the enemy find either of us.”

He whispers – now close enough only you could hear him.

You sighed, a small pout on your lips as you put back the carved wolf.

Then spots a grumpy unhappy looking plushie bear.

“Oh look! It's you!”

You said – picking up the blue grumpy looking plushie bear.

“Put that down you brat! We don’t have time for this!”

He looks at you – there was a look of annoyance and frustration.

Bucky was also nervous as he looks for any signs of a threat – and he glances at the plushie.

He thinks of it as a waste of time.

“I’m buying it!”

You said to Bucky.

“No, you aren't. Put it down. It’s a waste of good money!”

He tries to reach for the plushie to take it from you.

“It’s not wasting if I love it!”

You said – cradling it protectively close.

“It is also wasting since we’re on the run and it’s not the time for toys!”

He seems annoyed as he tries and snatch the plushie bear away from her.

“Ooo, ok blue bear, I’m gonna call you Bucky!"

You hugged the plushie bear.

“Stop it you brat! You are so annoying!”

Bucky said annoyed – but he thinks you looked adorable.

Though it made him roll his eyes – when she insisted call a plushie by his name.

You just held it protectively close.

“Give it to me!”

Bucky tried to forcefully take it from you.

You held it protectively – “no!”

You scowled.

Bucky tried to take the plushie away, he grabs the plushie’s arm as he tries to force it away from you as you tried to protect it.

“Give it here kid!”

“I’m 25, not a kid!”

You argued – though it seemed hilarious right now.

“You are acting like one.”

He glares at you – still holding onto the plushie’s arm as he refuses to give it to you.

“No!”

You said again.

It was then Bucky spots a few familiar looking agents up ahead behind her.

Bucky seems to pause – then glances again over at the agents, who are still unaware of their presence.

He looks back at you.

“We need to get out of here!”

He tries to move you in a direction, but you were still holding onto the stupid plushie.

You frowned looking behind yourself – your eyes widened and she froze seeing the familiar Hydra general blending in with the crowd in casual clothes as he and his men were seemingly looking for them.

Bucky grabs the plushie, tossing it aside – then grabs your hand and pulls you in a different direction.

He is now trying to act fast as he leads you away from the general and agents. He seems to be on edge as he eyes dart back and forth quickly trying to find a safe place.

"Just..."

You looked around then at Bucky – if the acted casual too blending in with the crowd, they wouldn’t be spotted.

"Blue, put your arm around me and pretend to laugh at something I said!"

You say seeing more agents – the former nickname you had for him slipping out in the mist of the situation.

Bucky has an annoyed look on his face – but he still decides to follow your plan for the moment – seeing how it made sense.

So he puts his arm around you and pretend to laugh at something you said.

“Heh. . .Heh, Heh heheh. . . Very funny. . .”

He said – and you almost had to stop from laughing out loudly yourself at how horrible that sounded.

So you simply rolled her eyes amused – seemingly their role-playing worked as the agents paid them no attention and walked past without noticing either of them.

“You need to work for on your acting skills though!”

You said – once they passed.

“I’m not an actor. I'm a super soldier, princess. . .”

He mutters – annoyed by your comment as he seems to be on edge – always looking around nervously.

“We’re still not safe. . .”

You rolled your eyes again at his former words – “anyways let’s go!”

Bucky was still seemingly on edge as he follows you.

He keeps looking behind him to see if they are still being followed.

His blue eyes were darting around nervously.

You had almost tripped onto the escalators – again because of your heeled boots.

Bucky scowling seeing almost trip again – but he still tries not to yell at you as he glares and sighs, shaking his head.

“You really need to get some new shoes, doll. . .”

He keeps his eyes darting around as he follows you.

You were going to answer – but her eyes widened as you saw a few agents taking the opposite side of the escalator – but you were crowded in you and couldn't move.

Bucky stops and freezes as he spots them too.

“Crap. . . We have to go.”

He tries pull you away in a different direction – his eyes dart around nervously as he looks for any escape routes.

The escalators were too close – you’d be spotted.

You looked around then suddenly said to Bucky – “kiss me!”

Bucky pauses and his eyes dart to you as he looks at you in disbelief.

He blinks in surprise.

“What?”

He says confused – nervous, an unsure of what to do.

“Why?”

He says, seeming a bit skeptical of your plan.

“Physical displays of affection make people uncomfortable!”

You said blurt out – knowing the agents will look away seeing a couple kiss.

Bucky still seems unsure of it but he looks at you with the most serious expression.

He sighs and thinks about it for a second as he makes a hard decision.

“. . . Okay. . .”

He says as he slowly leans towards you to kiss you – he still has a annoyed look on his face but tries to relax.

He kisses you softly and he sighs.

He still feels annoyed about your plan – but he seems a bit relieved that they didn't get caught by the agents as he looks at you.

He’s still not sure if he likes you or not– j but he still seems to really enjoy the kiss.

You both then slowly pull away the moment the agents were out of sight.

But stops kissing you – the look of annoyance reappearing.

“You’re crazy.”

He sighs and rubs his face – “. . .I can’t believe I kissed you. . .”

“Oh please, it’s not I like just kissed Richard Madden or something!”

You grumbled sarcastically – as you reached the floor.

He looked at you with the same serious expression – but it quickly changes into a pissed off expression.

“. . .What? Richard, who?”

Bucky sounds agitated as he looks at you.

He’s not only annoyed by what you said – but the kiss. He tries to put the kiss out of his mind.

“Richard Madden. . .? The British actor. . .?” You said “You know the guy who played in Bodyguard or even prince charming in the live action Cinderella!”

“I don't care about no British actor we just kissed!”

He scoffs as he glances away angrily.

“. . .And?”

You ask – raising an eyebrow.

Bucky was shocked by your response as he looks at you in disbelief.

“You’re. . . You’re not embarrassed?”

He asks.

“Well. . . yes. . . but hey, it got us out of there!”

You said.

“. . .Right.”

He grumbles looks away as is pissed. He rubs his face in annoyance again and he just tries to forget about it.

“What?”

You ask – seeing the annoyed grumpy expression on his face.

“Nothing. . . Nothing at all. Just shut up and stop talking about Ricker Maddened.”

He grumbles – getting you both back out into streets again.

“Richard Madden.”

You corrected him.

“And – I don’t care.”

He grumbles under his breath.

You just rolled your eyes as he quickly pulled you back into the apartment – that kiss continuously replaying his mind. . .

He’d be lying if he said – the warmth of your lips against his didn’t feel good or made his heart race. . .

Perhaps, there was a reason why he came for you. . .

tagging everyone who was interested in the first part ( One more part then the story will be finished ):

@kiekiekiki @ijustneedpopcorn @geminigengar @batsyforyou </3

PART 1 | PART 2

And yes - I used references from catws xD

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justauthoring · 2 years ago

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"inumaki-senpai!"

god, did you have to call after him like that?

everything in him twists, a blooming sensation rumbling through him as he feels himself stuck in spot, warmth flooding his cheeks as he tries to push himself to turn. when he finally does, you're standing there with a bright smile, eyes twinkling and laughing as you wave him over.

with wobbly legs, he makes his way over.

"kelp."

"good news," you grin, all wide and giggling. "gojo-sensei assigned us to a mission together."

"mustard leaf?" he calls back, head tilting in confusion. he'd known he had a mission, but last he'd checked it wasn't supposed to be with you.

"maki-senpai got called into another mission," you explain, "i'm the closest to her fighting style so they pulled me in to cover for her." then, pausing at furrow of inumaki's brows, you move to add softly; "i hope that's alright."

panicked at your doubt, inumaki is quick to shake his head; "bonito flakes," he calls, shaking his head. he takes a step towards you, hand held out towards you in worry; "mustard leaf," he expresses, trying to get his meaning across.

the truth was this mission was labeled a grade two, a little below his skill set and probably the same for maki even if she'd been labelled grade four. it wasn't that inumaki didn't have faith in your abilities, it's just that missions rarely ever stayed the grade they were presented as and you'd only recently been recommended for grade three. plus, despite how skilled you may be, you were only a first year and fairly new to missions and fighting curses.

inumaki knew you were skilled. he knew you had talented that had only been touched on the surface. but he also knew you were new, just learning how to use your cursed technique to it's fullest potential and he worried this mission would be too much.

"oh," you mumble in realization. inumaki half expects you to be mad that he's doubting you, something he desperately isn't trying to do or, at the very least, be upset. but you aren't either and instead, you just smile, eyes twinkling with warmth as you send a thumbs up inumaki's way. "don't worry, inumaki-senpai! gojo-sensei briefed me beforehand and assured me to let you take the lead. plus, i trust you."

and honestly, inumaki can't deny the way his heart flutters at those words.

you... trust him?

him who can't even talk to you properly? who can't tell you how he feels in any normal way or express the things he wants in the way he wants to. he's never been able to have a proper conversation with anyone, let alone you, and yet you say the words with such undeniable confidence.

so, with that, he eases, feeling the tension in his shoulders wash away at the assurance that you know he'll keep you safe, and he grins, "salmon!"

his throat is burning.

he's coughed more blood then he's sure he's ever coughed.

but he couldn't stop, not now. you were losing energy, and fast, and a single look over his shoulder told him the curse you were fighting was far too strong for you; at least not in the state you were in.

and he still had the curse in front of him to deal with before he could even reach you.

patting his pockets, inumaki curses himself -- why hadn't he brought more throat medicine with him again? oh, that's right, because he'd thought two whole bottles would be enough.

clearly he was wrong.

a cry catches his attention, and with panic striking his whole body, inumaki glances back at you, terror making him freeze when he sees you thrown back, cradling your stomach and coughing as you struggle to stand.

there was no more time to waste. even if it killed him he wouldn't let you die here.

i trust you.

swallowing thickly and ignoring the burn in his throat, inumaki faces the curse in front of him once again, using every bit of his strength to muster the energy and call out; "explode."

he feels the effects of it immediately, his throat swelling with his own blood as his eyes twist in pain. everything hurts so bad. but hearing your whimper is enough to remind him he doesn't have the time, and he forces his legs to move, running to where you are. your eyes widen at the sight of him, and even more at the blood drooling down his chin.

"i-inumaki-senpai--"

"die!"

the words are too much. but he feels the anger at the curse for having hurt you, and the worry he'd felt when he'd first gotten separate from you to this moment that the word just slipped past his lips before he could stop himself and it works, because in a second the curse you'd been fighting is spasming and then crumbling and fading away, dying.

but then his vision is blurring and he's coughing, blood spitting from his mouth in an alarming rate that he realizes he's terrified but he can't say or do anything about it. his body slumps and he distantly hears you crying for him, before he's spun and sees you hovering over him, tears in your eyes, screaming for him.

"inumaki-senpai!"

but his eyes close in the next second.

when he opens them next, there's a weight on his lap.

he's confused, not sure where he is, before he recognizes the familiar ceiling of his dorm room and the relief of the fact that he's not dead like he thought he was for a second is all too welcoming.

and that weight--

sitting up, his eyes lower, widening in surprise when he sees you slumped over his bed, head in your arms, directly on his lap.

his cheeks burn red, embarrassment flooding him, until he realizes you're peacefully asleep, unaware of what's happening around you. and you look so cute, so blissfully unaware as you sleep away. he lets his eyes wander, taking you in completely, the guilty realization washing over him that you haven't left his bed what seems like a while.

"kelp."

he sets his hand on your shoulder, gently shaking you away (even if he'd like to look at your cute sleeping face longer).

you moan slightly at the sensation, eyes blinking, glancing around before settling on inumaki, awake and sitting up in his bed. it takes a second, a moment of nothing, before you're shooting forward, a gleeful 'inumaki-senpai!' leaving your lips as you wrap your arms firmly around his shoulders, knocking him back with a huff of surprise.

"you're awake!"

his hand falls on your back, still blushing, as you slowly pull away, meeting his eyes. then, as if realizing what you'd done, your eyes widen and you pull back, bright red.

"mustard leaf?"

"i-i'm sorry," you stutter out, waving your hands in your face, "i just... i was just excited to see you awake that i acted without thinking and--"

laughing lightly, inumaki takes your hand in his, halting your rambling and pulling your eyes back on him. you pause at the action, stilling as you meet his gaze, only for him to be smiling softly back at you.

"tuna." he mumbles, letting his eyes drift across you.

you flush under the gaze; "i'm okay," you assure, understanding his meaning. "you're the only one who got hurt... and it was because i wasn't strong enough..."

"bonito flakes," he argues, shaking his head.

i would do anything to protect you, he wants to say.

you just frown; "still... i'm so sorry, inumaki-senpai."

desperate for you to understand, inumaki pulls you forward by you arm gently, tugging you into his lap. you fall rather clumsily into him, awkwardly bent over his bed and inches away from his face, feeling your entire burn in response to suddenly being so close.

but inumaki doesn't let himself waver.

this is my chance.

he leans forward, pressing his lips against yours so... gently. your eyes widen at the action, unsure what to do as he expresses every emotion he's ever wanted to say in that moment, and you feel it. feel it in every way. feel the slight rumble of cursed energy from his lips as he kisses you, feeling yourself swoon at the fact that your crush is actually kissing you.

and when he pulls back, he just grins.

"inumaki-senpai..."

he pauses, looking around himself for a second before his eyes fall on what he needs, grabbing a pen and paper off his night table. he scribbles on it quickly before turning it to face you.

i like you.

and you giggle because how was that not clear from him kissing you?

but still, with warm cheeks and twinkling eyes, you smile;

"i like you too, inumaki-senpai."

#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk imagine #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #inumaki toge #inumaki toge x reader

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i think with how much of a disaster riz is, he's pretty used to not looking well. it's normal for him and no big deal. so what if his hands are uncontrollably shaky and his eyebags are deeper than the grand canyon? nothin new.

but on the rare occasion when he's ESPECIALLY stressed and been neglecting himself even more than usual for a very long time, and he looks even worse, it really startles him when he starts to notice just how unwell he looks. he's so dissociated he can't recognize his own face in the mirror, like he's never seen that guy before even though he knows it's him. his colouration is so frighteningly off. looking down at his own arms he finds his veins so much more visible than usual. he looks so sick and weak, and that uncanny-valley-ish sense sets in, like looking at a corpse. it's jarring to see it on your own skin.

it scares him so fucking bad. he's terrified of his own body. he can't bear to look at himself but at the same time he can't look away. and he knows now he HAS to recover if only so he doesn't have to see himself like this anymore, and in an intense panic he scrambles to put himself to bed, but how's he supposed to fall asleep when he can't resist checking himself again and making the panic worse? he's just incapable of calming down like this.

this is the only time he will ever actually ASK fig to cast sleep on him.

Riz had been alone since the second day of their break, school pausing for a week as a large percentage of their students went to visit family over the holiday. This particular holiday only coming around every ten years or so since it was tracked on the elven calendar rather than the Solesian one.

Fabian had kidnapped Adaine and taken her to Falinel to stay with his grandfather and celebrate since she didn't have any family of her own while the rest of the party had their own plans. Gorgug had even gotten into the spirit of the thing and had decided to spend the week with his birth parents whereas Fig was spending the week rotating between her rapidly growing roster of moms and dads. Riz only had a vague idea of where Kristen was in all this mess but he remembered her mentioning some missionary work in Sylvaire so it was probably that since he hadn't heard from her all week.

As it was Riz didn't really have any family he could visit easily, or safely, on his own. The hike up to where his father's horde lived in the Mountains of Chaos was dangerous. He couldn't even get his mom to join him since she would be in Bastion City for the next two weeks working.

So, lonely and without anyone to stop him, Riz had thrown himself head first into some extra credit rogue-classwork assignments to distract himself but it had ended up being harder than he expected.

Riz was stuck, hand balling into a fist as he thumped it against the desk in front of himself a few times as if that would make his homework make any sense. He still had a week to complete it before handing it in but he had other things he needed to do as well and it was driving him to madness.

Adaine might have been able to help him with this puzzle but crystal reception in Falinel was spotty at best. He couldn't even ask his other friends for help since none of them took the rogue classes with him. Gorgug had taken a look at it on the first day off before he also left for his holiday when Riz was stumped and just shrugged his shoulders, and he doubted Kristen or Fig would do much better. The worst part was he usually found this kind of thing easy and now he felt like he'd forgotten how to do something that should come naturally, like breathing.

He leaned his chair back and balanced on the back two legs, glaring at the ceiling and contemplating calling Gorgug again but he didn't want to interupt his visit to his birth parents house over something as stupid as homework. His break in his thinking giving his stomach an oportunity to voice its opionion on him ignoring it for so long, grumbling loudly and announcing that Riz was hungry and probably had been for a while at this point. The goblin clicking his tongue in annoyance and grabbing his crystal to check the time and finding that it had been nearly fourteen hours since he sat down to start working on this portion of the overly complicated cypher.

He usually didn't get that bad when he was working at home but, for the first time in a while, he didnt have anyone interupting him. His mom was usually the one checking on him so no one had noticed his spiraling and forced him to do normal things like eat or drink water or sleep. Hell, he'd been in so deep on this assignment that he hadn't even had coffee since yesterday some time. At least he THOUGHT it was yesterday anyway, what was today... Tuesday? No, Thursday, it was just past midnight.

Riz let the chair thump back forwards before pushing out and away from the desk. The act of standing making him feel like he was out of sync with his on body, like someone had shifted it two inches to the left and forgot to move his soul at the same time. The sudden change in his position also making the headache that was previously just an ignorable throbing flare into a sharp stabbing behind his eyes and crushing pressure along the top of his head. The combination of the two heralding a migraine that had been lying in wait ready to strike.

He'd felt this awful before many many times and knew it usually meant he'd gone too long without eating or drinking anything so he resolved to do just that. The goblin kicking the balled up pages of notebook paper he'd thrown on the floor in frustration out of the way as he head out of his room to the kitchen.

His hand was almost touching the handle of the fridge door when Riz caught sight of his reflection in the glass of their microwave. The rogue freezing as a familiar feeling of wrongness washed over him before he backpedalleed away. The goblin dropping into a partial crouch and hissing, claws ready since he wasn't armed, as he faced down the creature reflected in the glass. His mirror image actually moved with him properly though, Riz slowly standing back up and creeping closer to get a better look.

His reflection looked wrong, though the microwave door wasnt the best mirror. The colours were all thrown out of wack and surely he didn't look that bad. His plans to get food and something to drink were quickly forgotten, the rogue heading for his bathroom to check in a properly reflective surface instead.

Riz flicked the light on in his bathroom, winceing at how bright it was as he stood on the stool so he could reach the mirror. Almost recoiling at the face that stared back at him and bringing a hand up to touch his own cheek. He barely recognised himself, the bags under his eyes darker than he'd ever seen them in stark contrast to how pale he looked. The thin sliver of what was usually white around his iris completely bloodshot and his eyes so sunken it made him look like a corpse.

He looked half dead, Riz turning on the tap and splashing some water on his face to see if that would help. It didn't. There was still a dead man staring back at him when he looked in the mirror again. Riz felt a shiver run down his spine the uncannyness of barely being able to recognise his own reflection, the goblin hopping off the stool and heading back to the kitchen to attempt to get some food and water into his stomach. He didn't really feel like having much now but he knew he should at least try, and perhaps a nap was necessary as well.

One reheated frozen lasagne, several glasses of water and a shower later Riz finally flopped onto his bed. The rogue dragging himself to lie with his back pressed against the wall as he pulled out his crystal. There was still nothing in the group chat so he flicked over to his friends fantasy-grams, Fig's the only one to have updated this week due to the poor reception the others had but it showed that she would be spending some time in hell with her dad.

Once he ran out of things to scroll through Riz turned off the screen. The device getting deposited under his pillow next to his arcubus as he rolled over and tried to get some sleep.

His insomnia tended to make sleeping hard at the best of times but tonight it looked like it was on its best game. His thoughts still racing at a mile a minute as he tried to calm down enough to sleep. He kept thinking about the stupid cypher, then about how his friends were doing and wondering if they were having fun. The last thought making his chest hurt as he curled up smaller and balled up his fists.

He wanted to talk to them and see how they were going so badly. Goblins by nature were not solitary creatures and it was fucking lonely being by himself, but they all had important stuff they were doing so he didn't want to intrude. They all had family or important work they were doing and he just had... homework. Homework that was confusing him so badly that he'd apparently gone four days without anything to eat and barely anything to drink.

Riz lay in the dark of his room for hours, eyes screwed shut as he desperately tried to sleep while the same thoughts rotated around in his brain too loud to ignore. The headache caused by how tired he was paradoxically making it even harder to sleep because he was in so much pain.

The sun was up by the time he gave up trying to sleep, the goblin dragging himself out of bed after lying there awake for nearly five hours. Riz trudging to the kitchen wearily, digging through drawers until he found an almost empty box of sleeping tablets, and shaking the last four out onto his palm. If sleep wasn't going to happen he was going to fucking force it even if tablets made him feel jetlagged afterwards. Unfortunatly, despite another couple hours cocooned under his sheets, all the tablets did was make him feel groggy rather than knock him out.

His hand brushed against his crystal when he rolled over for the thousandth time trying to get comfortable, the device vibrating when it detected the movement to inform him there were notifications he'd missed. Riz groaning and sitting up to flick on his phone and see what they were, smiling a little since Fig seemed to be blowing up the group chat with the photos she'd taken with Gortholax down in the bottomless pit now that she was back on the material plain.

He flicked his thumb across the screen to scroll through them all, pressing on one to leave a like before pausing as a thought occured to him. He needed sleep badly and nothing seemed to be helping but he knew something that would work, HAD worked, every single time so far.

He exited out of the group chat, scrolling through his contacts to bring up just Figs number and typing out a quick text. Hesitating for just a second over the send button before clicking it and flopping back onto the bed to wait for a response.

//Hey! If you're back in Elmville do you think you can come over for a bit? I need help with something.//

His tail flicked backwards and forwards over the edge of the bed as he waited fir a response, arm draped over his eyes as he tried to dull the ever-present migrain that had been his companion for the last day and a half. Riz only shifting his arm away to look at his crystal when he felt it vibrate with a new notification.

//Sure dude! I'll be there soon.//

He didn't move again until he heard Fig knocking at the front door, Riz hefting himself off his matress and heading over to let her in. The goblin knew he must look awful by her reaction, the bard hissing air through her teeth as he gave her a little wave of greeting and stepped out of the way so she could enter.

"What the fuck Riz. You look horrible." She put the coffee's she'd picked up on the way over down on the counter, rounding on the goblin as he locked the door behind her. "When was the last time you slept properly?" "Friday night." Riz winced at how croaky his voice sounded, the goblin clearing his throat and crossing his arms over his chest.

"You so did not sleep yesterday, you look like someone has punched you in the face... twice." She waved a hand at him, obviously trying to point out the bags under his eyes that he knew were there. "Whatever you need help with can wait you need a nap." "Not yesterday... last friday." he ducked his head, squeezing his upper arms until his claws dug into the skin and wrapping his tail around his ankle. "I tried, I can't sleep. I wanted you to help."

"Wait." Fig gave him a confused look, crouching to pick Riz up under the arms and sit him on the counter so they were close to eye-level with eachother. The archdevil holding him by the shoulders as she spoke to him. "You don't want help with some mystery or case or anything... you want me to help you sleep?"

"Yeah." he leaned his head to the side so it was resting against her hand, ears giving a little flick as he reached up to grab her wrists and hold them there. "Sleep spell. Please."

"Holy shit. You're actually asking me to sleep spell you?" She put a hand to his forehead, Riz leaning into it and purring at the contact as he shut his eyes. "You haven't got a fever or anything, are you sick or something? Where's your mom?"

"Bastion city. Working with a client until next week." Riz headbutt her palm since it was still pressed against his forehead, tail giving a little flick against the counter and swiping the empty sleeping pill bottle onto the floor by accident.

He didn't catch Figs glance towards the bottle and the wide-eyed look she gave it since his eyes were shut, but he felt her push some of her magic into him which helped releive his headache somewhat.

"Did she know you were having issues sleeping when she left?"

"She's been gone since Saturday, and I always have issues sleeping. It's not a new development I have insomnia." Riz snorted and gave her an amused look, though his expression was met by one of concern and he quickly let his smile drop. "I'm serious Fig. You've knocked me out for less, why is it a big deal this time if I'm actually asking for it."

"Because you're alone." She poked him in the forehead, stepping away and hopping on one foot as she undid each of her boots and kicked them off near the door.

"Whaaaat are you doing?"

"I'm not knocking you out and leaving you unsupervised, we'll both take a nap." She took off her coat too, tossing it onto the kitchen table before scooping Riz up into her arms. The goblin getting carried over to the couch where Fig flopped down on her back with Riz cuddled against her front.

He didn't resist the manhandling, simply trying to move so he was in a less awkward position. Fig had a pretty good grip on him though, the bard grinning and squeezing him hard in a hug until he gave up and accepted his fate. Face taking on a little more color as he blushed, but he did have to admit that lying against her chest was very comfortable.

"Can I at least skoot backwards a bit if you're not going to let me go? Using your stomach as a pillow has to be less awkward than lying on your boobs."

"Ugh I'm hurt, you don't mind lying against Fabians boobs."

Riz just hissed at her by way of answer, making Fig laugh before shuffling them both around so they were on their side instead. Riz huffing and moving so his back was pressed against her as she spooned him against her front. "Better?"

"Mmm."

"Good. I'll set a timer okay? I'll put you to sleep and will wake you up in eight hours." She gave his hair a fond ruffle, Riz relaxing somewhat as he watched her concentrating the spell in her fingers in front of his face. The goblin only distantly feeling himself go completely limp when she pressed her hand against his forehead and he finally fell asleep.

#fantasy high #riz gukgak #fig faeth #bad kids

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skyward-floored · 6 months ago

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When they first talk to Legend in the Downfall IAU, he can't talk to them because his agent is on the way. What is his agent like? Are they an ally in his secret efforts? Are they actively cruel? Are they just another cog in the machine, unaware and/or uncaring of the extent of his unhappiness in his situation? Why did they feel the need to talk face to face? Did Four and Wind get Legend into trouble somehow, or does he often discuss assignments in person with them? Is the band around Legend's wrist just for communication or is it also tracking his movements, vital signs, power use etc.? Can it be used for discipline (delivering a shock for leaving a certain area, for instance)? Can he ever take it off?

You can ignore any and all of these questions btw. I don't know where they all came from. 😅 The angst has hold of me

The angst has ahold of me as well, don’t worry about it 😂

Legend’s agent is pretty awful. I thought about making him be Agahnim, but upon thinking about it he’d probably be higher up in the ranking of things. So I picked a random alttp boss and decided that would be good— Arrgus.

Anyway guy got demoted after some kind of a mess he was the scapegoat for, and because of this, hates Legend with a burning passion (he suspects Legend was the cause of the mess, and he’s right lol. Just can’t prove it). For reference though, Twilight’s agent is a lot less actively evil and more just a cog like you said, so not all of them are awful. Legend just makes a lot of people mad XD

Anyway he came to talk face-to-face because Legend took an unauthorized detour— he was supposed to come directly back after the patrol he was in the middle of (which Four and Wind caught the tail end of before approaching him). Not doing so is highly suspicious. So... yeah, Wind and Four kinda get him in trouble.

Legend has excuses for everything though, so he worms his way out of it (“I thought I saw something suspicious, but I was mistaken”). Arrgus doesn’t really believe him, but Legend is unfortunately good at what he does, so without better proof, Arrgus can’t do much aside from being a little extra rude to him.

Also while I was calling them agents, overseer is probably a better word, since they basically monitor whatever super they’re assigned to and make sure they’re not doing anything they shouldn’t be. There’s probably an even better word I’m just not thinking of though ha.

The wristbands can definitely track movement and power use, probably other stuff as well. They’re mandatory too. I don’t know how Legend would get away with half of what he does if he couldn’t take his band off, but then again, I can’t think of a legitimate reason for the government to just let them remove them. Maybe when they’re at home and not on duty..? That seems unlikely though. Hm... guess it needs more thought!

Also I didn’t think about the possibility of it delivering a shock, but that’s genius. I’m definitely using that >:)

#answers from the floor #lovely bluevaractyl #downfall IAU #Twilight: hi Legend how was your week #Legend: not bad. only got shocked three times #Twilight: ...Legend you know that’s kind of a lot right #Legend: yeah I just don’t care. beside last week it was five

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faelune-home · 3 months ago

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FFXIVWrite 2024 #4: Reticent

(A/n: Originally when this prompt came up, I wanted to write about the twins father and how stuffy he is, but on the day, I didn't have the time or the proper idea to see it through. And now, this deep into the month, I'm so set on adding to the role quest rewrites (and occasionally breaking up with FoM AU to relax) I felt I had to use this prompt for one of those instead.

And I suppose that is a bonus of featuring the Scions, it's also finding ways they relate to some of the role quest cast in ways maybe msq can't dive into. The fact that even deep into EndW, Alphi still kinda blames himself and is haunted by being the cause of the Bloody Banquet could be grounds for a connection with Fordola (While not downplaying that her actions were also much bigger in scale and impact cos actual warzone etc yknow, its mainly about the guilt).

Word count: 790)

Their last meeting hadn’t been on the best terms. She had every right to call him out of course, and he knew that he could try and approach with an open mind to try and bridge the gap. But a stubborn part of him kept putting a damn mental wall on him, thinking it’d be best to keep his distance.

“You’re both a lot more similar than you realise,” Arenvald said, giving Alphinaud a nudge. He finally tore his eyes away from Fordola, sitting off in the darkest spot away from their campfire, just outside Ala Gannha’s boundary.

“Always beating yourselves up for things you did, even if you’re working to do better now,” he continued, trying to offer some comfort with a smile.

“Perhaps,” was all Alphinaud responded, knowing Arenvald had a point. Maybe on some level Fordola’s deeds may have had wider reaching consequences than his own, but letting loose a militia into the world hijacked by a mad man desperate for revolution at any cost was still something that left a severe impact on Ul’dah and the Ala Mhigan revolutionaries that join the group.

“C’mon, I’m sure if you both sat down and tried to talk about it, you’d have plenty to say.”

“Not to be rude Arenvald, but I am here on business,” Alphinaud huffed, not trying to dampen his friend’s enthusiasm, but still well aware of where he stood with Fordola, even if he were to get over the hump of interacting with her in the first place, “Even if we did have common ground to communicate on, I doubt we’d be branching out into stalwart companions afterwards. We’re allies in this fight and that’s it.”

Unperturbed, Arenvald just shrugged.

“We’ve managed to be mates just fine and we’re pretty different,” he said. Alphinaud sighed, but offered a placate smile in return all the same.

“I’d say that’s your own character that makes you so approachable, my friend,” he responded, “And it clearly works on Fordola as well, since you’re the only one that she seems to talk to on a casual basis.”

“To be fair, we were often assigned together on primal slaying duties as part of her rehabilitation before the Silver Griffins. She didn’t really have a choice to get away from me.”

“And yet even with more freedom now,” Alphinaud countered, well aware that ‘freedom’ still didn’t mean much for the woman, “she’ll still turn to you for companionship.”

“I’ve rubbed off on her then,” Arenvald simply smiled, earning an amused huff in reply.

“And hey,” he then continued, giving Alphinaud’s arm another nudge, “even if you’re not exactly going to be mates, I think it’d be good for her to have someone else to lean on. It’s hard enough for her. And maybe it’ll be good for you too, if you’re still giving yourself grief for all of that.”

“I’m mostly past it now, thank you,” Alphinaud said sharply, trying to stop the conversation even as he knew the whole conversation had already dug up memories of that night at the Bloody Banquet and the impact it had on the Scions, even if only indirectly.

Because of his foolish pride, his idea to form the group, a group that pursued them into the night and held a sword to his neck, and led Hydaelyn to summon forth Minfilia into the aetheric sea, and now she’s dead and beyond them–

“I mean it though,” Arenvald insisted, shaking Alphinaud again from his thoughts, “These things always come back to you. I’ve seen it in the other soldiers. Even when you move past it, it comes back like a thief in the night to haunt you sometimes.” Alphinaud just pointedly looked away.

And ended up staring right back at Fordola, still minding her own business.

“She’ll take some time to warm to you, but she’s not as much of a hard-arse as she may seem,” Arenvald finished, finally deciding to wheel away and leaving a quick word over his shoulder that he was off to bed.

As though finally sensing she was being watched, Fordola looked around, on high alert with her hand near her weapon. Until she chanced to see it was only Alphinaud. He tried to offer a friendly wave in return, just to be polite.

And she pointedly looked away, grabbing a blanket from her backpack and curling up into it.

Despite the brief disappointment and resignation he felt, he had to concede it wasn’t the best time to be trying to extend the olive branch. In fact, it was rather late, so maybe he’d be better served trying the next day, after a good sleep. And hoping that the old memories resurfaced during their chat didn’t linger in his dreams.

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2024 #endwalker #role quests #alphinaud leveilleur #arenvald lentinus #fordola rem lupis #fufu's writing

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rosanna-writer · 1 year ago

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we said hello and your eyes look like coming home (8/?)

Summary: A canon-divergent AU where the bond snaps for Rhys on Calanmai, Feyre unwittingly accepts it, and Fire Night magic proves to be more transformative than anyone bargained for. Feyre drags a mate she hardly knows out from Under the Mountain, then puts him back together as war with Hybern approaches. Warnings: dubious consent, canon-typical sexual violence, canon-typical violence Rating: Explicit Chapter Word Count: ~3.6k

I'll be honest, I'm gunning for the most heart-wrenching soup scene in the Feysand tag with this one :)

Note that a couple lines are taken directly from ACOTAR book one.

Read on AO3 or you can find the eighth chapter below the readmore.

ch. 1 - the altar is my hips | ch 2. - an arrowhead leading us home | ch. 3 - by the way, i just may like some explanations | ch. 4 - can't not think of all the cost | ch. 5 - honey i rose up from the dead | ch. 6 - this mad, mad love makes you come running | ch. 7 - therein lies the issue, friends don't try to trick you | ch. 8 - it's not his price to pay

Rhys didn't stay long—we needed him upstairs, observing reactions to Lucien helping me and swaying Amarantha if it came to that. A quick clasping of hands and a whispered "stay safe," and he was gone.

I devoured another meal of stale bread and water and estimated a few hours passed before a pair of guards appeared to drag me to the throne room. I let them, not bothering to waste energy on struggling. Instead, I reached down the bond for Rhys.

She's making a point, and she wants you here to witness it. Stay as unassuming as possible.

That's all he said before his mind retreated again. I kept a crack open in my shields for him, and he didn't close his off completely, either.

When a guard threw open the doors to the throne room, I resisted the urge to look around for Rhys, even though I could sense that he was nearby. The room was crowded, but no strange music was playing. A gathering, then, but not whatever passed for a party Under the Mountain.

The guards threw me down at the foot of the dais, right in front of Amarantha. So much for remaining unassuming.

The rubies on her gown glittered in the torchlight, a perfect contrast to the rags I was still wearing. Even the servants here wore fine clothes. I'd looked pitiful scrubbing the floor, but here in this room, it was more than that. I'd never been more obviously a lone human surrounded by faeries, not even in the Spring Court.

"Rhysand was right. You do look dreadful," Amarantha said.

I ignored her. Tamlin was seated next to her, and I watched him for a reaction. It only occurred to me then that I hadn't even thought to ask Rhys what Tamlin had made of me disappearing for weeks, only to appear again and declare myself his champion.

Beyond not wanting him near me again, I hadn't thought of Tamlin at all.

From his vacant expression, I supposed he hadn't thought much of me, either. Other than the initial shock of seeing me alive, he'd barely even looked at me. Perhaps I was nothing more than a tool for him, to be used and discarded when the curse was broken.

"It's come to my attention," Amarantha said, crossing her legs and leaning against the arm of her throne, "that you had some assistance with the first of the chores you were assigned."

Maybe Rhys had been wrong and she meant to punish me, too. I pushed that thought aside before it spiraled into panic. "No one said I couldn't. Unless you're looking to re-negotiate our bargain?" I said with much more confidence than I felt. But still, I'd succeeded in bargaining with her once, and if she was inclined to do it again, I might win another advantage.

Down the bond, Rhys said, Be careful.

I am.

He went quiet again, probably to avoid distracting me. His mind hovered at the periphery of mine.

Amarantha laughed and turned to Tamlin. "Mouthy and difficult. She must have been such a headache for you," she crooned, clearly trying to get a reaction. Tamlin said nothing. I didn't, either. It's not as if I hadn't been called worse. "But no, I'm perfectly satisfied with our terms. The bargain didn't include a deadline to share the riddle I promised you, so in light of your recent behavior, I've decided to keep it to myself. We'll see if my mind changes before your first task."

She was letting me off with a warning—Rhys must have convinced her to. I wouldn't grovel, but I inclined my head slightly in recognition of what she'd done. "I understand," I said evenly.

Some of my fear drained away. There was still a path forward without the riddle, and it seemed I'd escape torture again today.

"There are still members of my court who have to answer for their behavior," Amarantha said, pointing at someone behind me and snapping her fingers.

I whirled around to see Lucien thrashing against the Attor as it tugged him forward by the collar of his tunic. I expected this, but my heart still sank as the Attor forced Lucien to his knees next to me. It smiled as it released him, and I felt sick.

Four red-haired males pushed their way to the front of the crowd. Lucien's fox mask made it impossible to know if they had similar features, but it was obvious enough that these were his brothers. Unlike him, they were all clad in the red and gold of the Autumn Court. They moved as a unit, a pack of wolves out for blood.

"Rhysand," Amarantha said, an obvious summons. Rhys strolled through the crowd, and I tried not to look at him as came to stand beside me and bowed at the waist for Amarantha. It was harder to be afraid with him so close, even as Amarantha flicked a finger in Lucien's direction and commanded, "Hold his mind, but don't crush it. I don't want to end this too quickly."

Mother above—there was a very good chance I was about to stand inches from Rhys as he shattered someone's mind. I understood he could do it, but that wasn't the same as watching it happen.

He didn't seal off the crack in his shields, which was a relief. I wouldn't let him do this alone. The blood will be on her hands. Whatever she makes you do isn't your fault.

There was nothing in response beyond a faint tug back. I dug my nails into my palms to curb the instinct to take his hand. The wild, irrational part of me ruled by the mating bond railed at any distance between us, even just a few inches.

"Yes, my queen," Rhys said, somehow sounding smug and deferential at the same time. A courtier through and through.

Lucien squared his shoulders and closed his eyes, clearly bracing for something. I let the dread show on my face.

Rhys cocked his head and narrowed his eyes, the only indication that he'd done anything. Having felt his talons in my mind, I suspected the movement was just showmanship, that all it would take was a half-hearted swipe and Lucien would be nothing more than an empty shell, even with only a scrap of Rhys's power available to him.

But the performance was clearly working. The crowd quieted as Lucien's entire body went stiff.

Sweat beaded on his forehead. He let out a groan. His brothers' smiles widened.

And then Tamlin—Tamlin—cried out, "Spare him. Please."

It was massively unfair of me, all things considered, but I couldn't help but feel a stab of betrayal at the sight of Tamlin pleading for Lucien's life when my running into danger for him hadn't gotten a thank you. Ruse or not, it was just a reminder that my growing feelings for him had been a one-sided means to an end. Thank the Cauldron I'd found Rhys when I did.

Through the bond, I felt the tiniest flicker of a distinctly fae, territorial satisfaction that could only have come from a mated male. Right. The crack in my shields. Rhys had heard my thoughts, and of course once they'd turned to him, he'd have an opinion.

I half-listened to Tamlin beg and used the opportunity to observe the reactions from the rest of the room. There were fewer horrified looks than I'd initially expected—Rhys crushing minds on Amarantha's orders must be routine here. If anything, the crowd looked bored, save Lucien's four bloodthirsty brothers.

The begging escalated to Tamlin kneeling at Amarantha's feet, and I caught a glimmer of lust in her eyes. If I'd noticed it from a distance, Tamlin must have picked up on it. But he didn't seem to see it for the opportunity it was.

I don't understand. Why doesn't he just hold his nose and fuck her, Rhys? His court might be safer that way.

Tamlin still has an intact sense of self-worth.

I understood the implications of that—Rhys had spent the last fifty years doing what Tamlin refused to because Rhys considered himself worthless enough to sacrifice. Ultimately, the Night Court was safer because of it. A sense of pragmatism does more good than a sense of self-worth. And you're a pragmatist.

Rhys didn't answer with words, just a pulse down the bond of something bittersweet I didn't quite understand.

The sound of Amarantha's voice dragged my attention back to her. "Because you asked so nicely," she said, every word dripping with a sadistic sort of delight, "I'll spare him as long as you're the one dealing his punishment."

"I'll do anything," Tamlin said. With his back to me, I couldn't be sure, but he sounded like he might be crying, or at least fighting off tears.

"Twenty lashes should do," Amarantha said with a shrug, so casual she might as well have been discussing the weather over tea.

That could be enough to kill a human; I wasn't sure if it would do the same to a faerie. Perhaps that was her plan all along—promise to spare Lucien, then have Tamlin mete out a punishment severe enough to kill him anyway. Then she could twist the knife and tell Tamlin that if he'd just controlled his strength better, it wouldn't have happened.

And worse, if I hadn't asked for help, this wouldn't have happened.

As Amarantha used her magic to produce a whip from thin air, Rhys's talons brushed my mind softly. This isn't your fault.

It was so much easier to believe that when I was the one saying it to him. The shame was deep enough to drown me. If only I'd seen this coming, figured something else out…

Tamlin took the whip and stepped down from the dais. Lucien dropped to his knees so abruptly that I suspected Rhys had forced him down. With a gentle hand, Tamlin brushed Lucien's hair over one shoulder and exposed his back. He murmured something to Lucien, probably an apology.

Before I was even sure what I was doing, I blurted out, "I'll do it instead. Don't force Tamlin."

Amarantha looked at me like I'd just given her a gift. And maybe I had.

The bond snapped taut, crackling with Rhys's fear as the crowd's attention shifted back to me. His worry was no surprise after he'd told me to stay unassuming when I'd first walked in. But as a human, my arms were weaker than Tamlin's—I'd injure Lucien less.

I think I owed Lucien that much.

"It's adorable how devoted she is to you, Tamlin," Amarantha said. "It's a shame there won't be anything left when I'm done with her. She'd make an excellent pet after a bit of breaking in."

At that, the anger I felt on Rhys's side of the bond was enough to bring down a mountain, but I couldn't turn and look at him. All I could do was trust his mask wouldn't slip.

Tamlin didn't come to my defense or even look me in the eye, just wordlessly handed the whip to me. Now that I was closer, I noticed shards of something white poking out from the rope, embedded right in the fibers.

Bone.

Amarantha had once served a king who sat on a throne of human bones—of course she'd use the same material to make lashings more painful. Taking a deep breath, I prayed my hands wouldn't shake.

I accepted the whip with my left hand instead of my right. With any luck, no one would have paid enough attention to know it was my weaker side. Using it might spare Lucien further pain.

Then there was nothing to do but grit my teeth and get to it.

Lucien didn't scream or cry out once, even as I made enough welts to crisscross his entire back. Instead, the only sound was Amarantha's gleeful laughter in between the numbers she made Tamlin count out. Somewhere in the distance, a woman sobbed.

I did my best to move my arm as weakly as I could without Amarantha deciding she was dissatisfied and adding more lashes. By the end, I wasn't sure it mattered—there was no exposed, unblemished skin left. Lucien's back was nothing but ribbons of torn skin running with blood. And all by my hand.

I was too numb for tears when I brought the whip down one final time. As I let it fall to the floor, I stared Amarantha down. Amarantha stared back.

"A human with ice in her heart indeed," she said, almost pensive but still loud enough for the whole room to hear. "You've already killed one of our kind, so perhaps this wasn't a difficult task for you."

That was when I truly understood there was no winning Under the Mountain. If she broke me, I was uninteresting enough to discard; if anything came too easily to me, she'd find some new, worse horror for me to endure. The riddle had been my best bet, and I doubted she'd offer it now.

With a wave of her hand, Amarantha dismissed me. I hardly registered it as the guards brought me back to my cell, and when the door slammed behind me, I expected tears to come. My eyes stayed dry.

I sat on the floor, not even bothering to move over to the pallet of hay, and stared at a spot on the wall. I hardly noticed the cold seeping into me from the stone floor. I barely felt anything at all.

Rhys arrived at some point, minutes or hours later. He held a bowl of soup, and it had been long enough since I'd smelled anything appetizing that for a moment, I thought I might be hallucinating it.

"Eat," he said, crouching to place it on the floor next to me.

"I'm not hungry," I said, though it wasn't quite true. I was hungry, but there was no food that seemed the least bit appealing. I had no desire to force myself to eat.

The darkness rippled around him, something I was learning was a sign he was angry. His voice went sharp as he said, "You do realize I can feel your pain through the bond, don't you? That includes your hunger pangs. Eat."

I narrowed my eyes at him and didn't touch the food. If he was here to give me a dressing-down for not keeping quiet in the throne room, I wished he'd just get to the point. "Why are you here?"

Rhys sighed and attempted to make himself comfortable on the pallet of hay. Dressed as immaculately as ever, he looked completely out of place as he crossed and uncrossed his legs. I waited for an answer.

"Because when you stared Amarantha down, your eyes looked hollow. Forgive me for being concerned."

My own irritation rose to meet his. It was hardly pleasant, but in a perverse way, I was glad to feel something. "And soup is supposed to fix that?" I snapped.

I was fully prepared for this to escalate into a full-blown fight, but the wind seemed to go out of Rhys's sails. The darkness around him faded. "I'd bring you hot food more consistently if it wouldn't make the kitchen staff wonder why I was suddenly eating double portions. I can manage this once without arousing suspicion, and you clearly need it tonight."

My own aggravation faded quickly, too. Perhaps it was another effect of the mating bond, but it was just as difficult to keep snapping at him as it was to let him go. I picked up the spoon, stirring the soup but not bringing a mouthful to my lips. I wanted to eat, but the thought of it also made me feel faintly sick. If I took a bite, I suspected it would just taste like ash.

When I didn't say anything, Rhys continued, "One of the more insidious things about this place is how we're all wasting away down here. I haven't wondered where my next meal would come from for the last fifty years, but my wings are so deconditioned from lack of use that I'm not sure I can fly anymore. Don't make the process any faster than it has to be. Eat. I'd rather not make you."

It was obvious he'd feed me himself if that's what it took, and I certainly didn't relish the thought of him jamming the spoon into my mouth. I forced down a few mouthfuls. Although it was well-spiced, the best I could say was that it was warm. I should have been delighted to finally taste a vegetable after days of nothing but bread and water, but I was still feeling too empty to enjoy anything.

Rhys watched me with a single-minded intensity that made the silence become oppressive. "You can give me your speech about how reckless I was," I said, just to break it. "I know you're dying to."

"There is no speech."

"No?" I said, raising my brows.

"I heard your thoughts and understand why you did it. Your choices are your own."

I double-checked that my shields were up and considered that as I ate. The ferocity in Rhys's voice told me he'd meant what he said. I just didn't know what that looked like in practice, not with the way the mating bond had shifted our worlds to revolve around each other.

One more thing to discuss later, then.

Perhaps it wasn't the time, but curiosity was getting the better of me. I changed the subject. "Do you normally take your meals with Amarantha?"

"Sometimes," he said nonchalantly. I still couldn't read him well enough to tell if he was putting up a front or if sharing meals was just such a small thing in light of torture and murder. Both could be true. "Just often enough to convince her that I enjoy her company. Tonight she's dining with Tamlin, and I'll be there to warm her bed when he inevitably rejects her advances."

It really shouldn't have surprised me anymore, but I nearly choked on the piece of carrot in my mouth. It made sense he'd go back to her tonight, though. "Don't run yourself ragged taking care of me when you have a long night ahead of you."

"Bringing you food is hardly a strenuous activity," he said, idly picking at a piece of hay sticking out of the pallet. His voice went softer as he added, "And it makes being her whore easier to bear."

I blinked. "It does?" I didn't see why it would—I'd felt his revulsion for myself. The mating bond made the act feel like a betrayal to me on top of being a violation. If anything, I'd thought it would be more difficult now.

"Knowing I've done something for you…it almost makes me believe I don't deserve what she does to me."

It might have been the most honest he'd ever been with me. I reached for him, but Rhys moved away faster than I could follow. He cast a significant look at the half-finished bowl of soup, a clear wordless order for me to finish before it got cold. I shot him a glare but didn't push, just continued eating.

We went quiet again, and I tried not to think about what it meant that we were communicating silently without even needing the bond.

Instead, I focused on finishing the soup as quickly as possible, so that Rhys would stop watching me as if there were nothing more important in the world. I didn't know how to handle it.

Not when it was a reflection of what I felt, too.

When I finished, I pushed the bowl aside but didn't approach him, as much as I wanted to. I wasn't sure it would be welcome. And more importantly, we might not have much time before he had to leave again. I spoke slowly and tried to choose my words carefully as I said, "If she doesn't expect you to stay long after it's over, come back down here. Wake me up if you need to. Or use the bond. You shouldn't be alone."

That was the worst part of being confined down here—Rhys could winnow in and help me on occasion, but I was trapped. More than ever, I understood just how his family felt about being unable to leave Velaris. I held onto that rage and frustration and hoped it would be enough to keep me from feeling empty again.

"I'll try," Rhys said, and it was the best I could hope for.

He waved a hand, making the empty bowl disappear, and stood. I got to my feet, understanding this was goodbye again. He couldn't linger when the role he played demanded that he'd be ready, waiting, and eager for Amarantha. I got to my feet.

Before I could say anything, he pulled me to him. Crushed against his chest, I felt his breath hitch. Being this close was like untangling a knot in the string connecting us. I hugged him back tightly.

But it couldn't last forever, and he stepped away all too soon. There was nothing to say, just an understanding that passed between us before he winnowed away. I managed to hold back my tears until he was gone.

And then I finally cried, and Rhys was the reason I was able to feel enough to do it.

I drifted off at some point, an attempt to get some rest before the inevitable nightmare ripped me from sleep. But it was a frantic pull on the bond that had me jerking awake and clutching my chest. Rhys's voice was in my head before I could ask what was wrong.

Change of plans. I'll explain later. In the meantime, do not drink anything unless it's been handed to you by me personally. And Feyre…I am so, so sorry.

#feyre archeron #feysand #we said hello and your eyes look like coming home

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biscutlovingbitch · 5 months ago

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♡Opposites attract like magnets♡

Eddie Munson X reader, use of she/her prounouns, no use of y/n, fluffier than cotton candy, Billy Hargrove makes a guest appearance, mean!Billy, pushy!Billy, very emotional I got a little carried away 😬. Somewhat proofread, but I was tired when I did, so if there's any spelling mistakes, ignore them 🙏😭, no warnings.

Brief explanation: Eddie and you have English together, you love reading and English but the class it's self is boring until you have to pair up with Eddie Munson since your usual partner wasnt there, one thing leads to another and you both end up falling In love ❤️.

Eddie knew you from school, you were in his English class. The English class that he was failing, but that was all he knew about you. He knew that you liked art and even that your idea of fun was reading, but that all changed one day.

You had to do a partner assignment for a new book that the class was reading, some old Shakespeare it was always interesting for you to see how far literature had come, so you didn't mind it. This day, in particular, your usual partner was sick and out of school, so you had no other choice but to pair up with the one and only dreadful and full of hate Eddie Munson.

It was no surprise that the supposed "devil worshipper" who wore leather jackets and played dungeons and dragons was failing practicly every class. You didn't want to pair up with him but if anything you could help him try to graduate, although that's a bit of a stretch you wouldn't mind.

"Hey can I be your partner?" Eddie said reaching out to tap you on your shoulder. "Oh uh yeah that would be fine, there's not really anyone else so... yeah" you say turning around in your seat to look at him smiling a little. You know for being called evil his whole life he sure had some kind eyes.

You took the whole class period to sit and talk about the book, which he had no recollection of, probably because he dozed off every time the class read it. "I can't help it. It's just so boring with all the old-timy words. What do they even mean?" He said, trying to defend himself. "Well, if you paid attention, maybe you'd know what they meant," you said with a bit of a snarky remark. "I just don't know if I can force myself to read this trash," he said, tossing the book across the desk at you. "It's not trash! It's an important piece of English literature, which then again you'd know if you didn't constantly doze off!" You raised your voice slightly so he'd get the point that you weren't messing around. "Jeze princess, I didn't know this was something you were so passionate about," he said, putting his hands up in defense. "Well, it's not... it's just... never mind, forget it, " you said, crossing your arms a little mad still.

Later that day, you heard of an after-school art club that you wanted to see. You walked down the empty hallways, and it was silent until you herd "HA YOU REALLY THOUGHT YOU COULD KILL ME?!" In a sort of gremlinish voice, although it didn't sound normal, you knew of only one person that could have sounded like that. As you rounded the corner and slightly cracked the door to the drama and theater room, you saw him. Sitting on a throne looking down at a table and surrounded by what looked like lowerclassmen, Eddie was grinning from ear to ear. "Nobody can kill Vecna," he whispered lowly, almost to the point where you couldn't hear him.

Oh my god you where staring "oh I've got to get out of here" you said to yourself as you walked quickly out the exit, maybe you'll check out the art club some other time. On your walk home it started to rain, of course you were only wearing a T-shirt, jeans and some sneakers. "Oh shit of course this happens today" you say as your on the verge of tears, if you would have known it was going to rain you would have at least brought an umbrella or maybe even had worn something waterproof. Not even 10 minutes later, you hear tires screeching down the road towards you, but before you were able to turn around, you heard an unfamiliar voice. "Hey there, beautiful need a ride?" Who could that be Eddie? Or Steve?, but as you went to turn around, it was neither. Oh my, it was even worse than you thought. It wasn't Eddie or Steve but Billy?

"No, I'm perfectly fine walking, thank you," you said as you started to walk away and shiver. "Oh, c'mon, your hairs a mess and your makeups running just let me take you home?" He says as he slowly speeds up to talk with you. "No, I said I was fine. Besides, I don't have any money to pay you with," you say, trying to sneak him off your tail a little bit, but he didn't take the bait. "Oh don't worry about that, I'm sure we can work out another form of payment" that jerk was smiling, after suggesting that he was smiling even though he knew how you felt about that. "No really Billy I'm good." You're walking a little faster now as his car speeds up. "This isn't over!" He said as he was speeding down the road.

When you arrived home nobody else was there, there was never anybody else there. You lived in a small neighborhood close to an even smaller trailer park. Your parents both worked graveyard shifts and your little brother had soccer practice so for a good 2 hours it was just you. You usaly would just go up to your room and start studying but since you where soaking wet from the rain you decided that it might be best to take a bath before.

You had grabbed some tea from the kitchen and a book from your room, you lit some candles and put some bath pearls in the tub. It was decadent it almost felt like you where in luxury spa enjoying a day of relaxation.

Although your day had been bad, there was always a turnaround. After you got out, you went to your room, where you glanced at the tiny white figurines on your desk. The imperfect details on a perfectly blank slate. You got your supplies out and started to paint. You could do this for hours. Taking time to do every little brush stroke with your paintbrush that was only a few fine hairs sculpted into a flexible point. You had started with two little interlocking angels. They had magnets in the arms to whenever they got close to each other, they'd snap together. Although you were having fun, something was on your mind, and you'd wished you had another. As you sat down the angles for the night, you heard your brother get back. Swiping off the tears on your face, you walked down the hall to greet him.

"I'm so hungry..." he groaned out, acting like he was keeling over. "Oh boo hoo, get up. You're not dyeing," you said, walking past him and kicking him slightly. "And what if I was, you would have just kicked a dead person feel good about that hmm?..." he said as he got up. "Yeah, yeah, what do you want? We got a hungry man meal, some leftover steak from last night, or some spaghettio's?" You said as you scoured the cupboards and fridge. "I would be okay with some spaghettio's, I guess," he said with a bit of a grossed out look on his face. "Alright dude thats all we got, so you either man up and eat what we have or starve it's your choice, "shrugging your shoulders and taking a drink of your tea. "I guess I could eat that steak, but only if it doesn't have like worms in it," he said, shivering like the temperature had suddenly dropped to below freezing. "I promise it only had like one worm in it, you'll love it," you say, smiling as you start to cook dinner.

As the night started to unwind your brother fast asleep in his room and you finishing the page you where on in your book your mind started to wander. You didn't want to think about a boy this late at night but you couldn't help it. Eddie really wasn't that bad was he? I mean I've always seen him be so nice to everyone why does he get such a bad rep? You thought to yourself. Well if he's not a bad guy how would I find out? What if he's just tricking everyone? I'm not going to get any sleep if I keep thinking about this. You thought as you turned off your lamp and drifted off to sleep...

It was 7:00 the next day and you had approximately half an hour to get ready. You had accidently slept through your alarm and jumped out of bed. You just through on some old clothes that where hanging up in your closet and rushed to the bathroom. "Goodmorning dad!" You said rushing through the kitchen. "Morning sweetie" he said groggy and tired. "Can I barrow the car today?" You say as you stop at the door and turn to face him. "Sorry your mom picked up a double shift" he said walking towards his bedroom. "It's okay love you dad!" You said running out of the house. Your backpack hitting you with every step landing on the pavement. "Why do I do this to myself" you said as you ran though the short cut in the woods. As you where running through the parking lot of the trailer park you almost got hit by a loud obnoxious van. Heavy metal at 7 in the morning what's wrong with you. You think to yourself as you try to catch your breath. "Oh my god I'm so sorry I didn't hit you did i?!" You recognized that voice, when you looked up you saw a very tired looking metal head running full speed towards you. "Ahhh" you scream and put your hands in front of you. "Jesus I didn't mean to scare you" putting his hand on your shoulder. "Well you should really watch where your going next time, thanks to you I'm going to be late!" You say storming off. "I can give you a ride y'know as like a ticket of your forgiveness?" He said trying to convince you, you where about to say no but you smelt that all too fimular sent of rain and saw the overcast sky's above you. You didn't want to but your body worked against your mind, turning and walking back to his van.

"After you" he said after he ran to the passenger side door just to open it for you. "You know I usaly don't get in vans with strangers" you said crossing your arms and looking out the windows as rain droplets started to form. "Yeah, i dont think most people do" he said looking over at you and laughing. With tired eyes he looked almost even more kind, this damn guy wouldn't even hurt a fly if he had to, what was all the talk about him being the spawn of satin? You thought, "psh yeah whatever" you scof and turn away from him.

The drive to school was quiet, other than the music that was blaring through the speakers. "Can you turn it down?" You yelled over the music, but he was too content on the guitar solo to even bother listening to you. "EDDIE!" You yelled, now that got his attention. "What?" He said turning down the volume only after the solo. "Nothing just wanted you to turn it down a little. Thanks" you said looking at him as he was driving. You know you never realized just how handsome he really was. Nope nope that's not happening, you didn't like him he was just your partner for a week and that's all. You had to talk yourself out of it.

"Hey um thanks for the ride I appreciate it" you said as you sat there in the van, with a few minutes to spare you decided to go to class. "Yeah don't mention it, I can take you to school more often if you'd like, or I guess if you'd need me too" he said smiling at you and taking off his seat belt. Even though you really wanted to not be late ever again you didnt even know if you could trust him. "I'll think about it" you said smiling and walking to the doors.

As you reached for the door handle you saw someone jogging towards the door behind you. "After you" he said opening the door and almost bowing. "Thanks" you said smiling, of course it was Eddie who else would it be? Not that you where mad, infact you where even a little happy to see him again. You think to yourself as if you didnt just show up to school with him. "Mind if I walk you to class?" He said looking as you with that little smile he always did. "Not at all" you replied trying to mimic the smile.

There wasn't hardly anyone in the halls or the classrooms, but you didnt mind. You got to your class and waited outside the door, you still had about 5 minutes to spare before the bell rang. "Thanks for driving me to school and walking me to class" you said looking down at your fingers and twisting your rings. "Yeah no problem anytime". You thought that he was just going to walk away but he didn't he just kept staring at you with those kind eyes of his.

The first half of school was fine until you got to English. Your usual partner was back and although you had already chose Eddie to be your partner you felt bad. You didn't want to abandon either of them, but even if your other partner didn't like that you where working with Eddie instead of her you kept working with him.

"Hey do you want to eat lunch at my table?" He said looking at you. You didn't eat in the lunch room you much preferred outside, not as much people and refreshing. "Well as tempting as that offer is I don't eat in the lunch room" you said putting the book down and quickly jotting down some notes, he hadn't taken any this whole time so you where trying to manage extra. "Oh that's alright, where do you sit if you don't mind me asking?" He said really not budging. "I sit outside, I like to look at nature and have a break from reality every once and a while" you say smiling a little bit. "That sounds peaceful, not my thing but still peaceful" he says starting to get up.

The bell rang and you walked outside to enjoy your lunch. You where just about to enjoy the fall breeze when all of the sudden you saw him, Billy again? This seems too strange twice in one week? You tried not to think much of it as you went to walk past him. "That is one he'll of an outfit you got on there bebe, smokin'" he said whistling at you as he leaned on his car in the parking lot. You tried to ignore him but his pestering just kept getting louder and louder. "Jeze what do you want from me?" You say turning around to see him about a foot away from you. "Nothing just want to take you out to dinner that's all" he said walking towards you and putting his hands on your waist. "Billy stop it, I already told you I don't like you like that now please leave me alone" you say trying to get out of his grip but he was strong. "Now now is that any way to talk to your prince charming?" He said leaning down to whisper in your ear. You kept trying to push him away but you where struggling, that was until you herd a voice "Hey get off of her man!" That fimulair voice yet again. "Eddie?" You bairly spoke loud enough for even yourself to hear but he herd. "Hey if you don't get off of her man I share to God I'll beat your ass!" He yelled out towards Billy and the rest of the parking lot herd it. "Oh yeah, is that so Munson?" Billy said letting you go and pulling you to his side as you desperately tried to get away. "Yeah right here right now!" Eddie yelled as he started walking towards Billy. Billy shoved you away from him and started walking towards Eddie, but before he got to him the principal walked out and was able to stop the fight before it even happened. "You'd dead the next time I see you Munson!" Billy yelled as he walked back tward his car and sped off.

The bell rang shortly after and you sat the rest of the day in silence. Every class you went to afterward you just sat in silence. Why would he do that, I mean why out of all people would he stick up for you? I'm glad he did but why? Did he like you...? No no he doesn't, he was probably just trying to save his ass because if it wasn't for you he wouldn't have a English partner right? You tried to convince yourself that that was the reason and nothing else, but that thought kept lingering in the back of your mind for the rest of the day.

As the last bell rang you started walking down the hall way to the art class that you had wanted to go to yesterday. You didn't know if there was another d&d meeting today but then again why did you care that much? "Hi hi welcome to the Art-teasinal, it's a name in the making" the leader of the group said smiling and kind of embarrassed. "Oh I see" you said trying to force a laugh but it was just to uncomfortable to do so. You stayed there for about an hour talking about all the late, great and up and coming artists. You enjoyed the class alot and even thought about coming back tomorrow but if you did then you wouldn't have bairly any time to paint your figurines. You would have to walk home which was almost 20 minutes away and then cook for your bother. You didn't want to but you did consider asking Eddie if he could drive you home after since all the clubs tend to end at the same time. You didn't want to be a burden though so you just decided to sleep on it and pick tomorrow what you wanted to do.

As you walked out in the parking lot, already getting dark because of the autumn season you looked at the sunset for just a moment. It was beautiful the shades oranges and yellows and the hues of blues and pinks all mixed together. It was ethereal to see, it felt like you had never even seen the sky before and it was hard to pry your eyes away. "Hey uh... do you need a ride home?" You herd that voice once again, it was Eddie. "Oh uh I wouldn't mind that if your okay with it" you said smiling at him.

God, she looked so beautiful, the way her features complimented the already beautiful sky. He thought to himself, it was hard to look away from you, but if he kept staring, it would get awkward, and he would never want to creep you out. "Yeah, no, it's not problem really" he said, smiling and laughing a little.

As you got in and buckled yourself you starred off into the distance at the sunset again, the sun now a small sliver peaking out from behind the mountains. It reminded you fo someone, someone who you've been getting a little to close to lately. "So why where you here so late?" He asked. "Why do you want to know?" You said smiling at him a little trying to rile him up. "Oh i-i just have never seen you here that late that's all" he said trying to hide the creeping embarrassment. "Well I was at an after school club" you said looking at the now dark sky above you. "Oh really that's rad" he said doing the devil horn that you had seen on the covers of magazines titled "devil worshippers living among us!". "So I have to ask you, what was the club?" He said seeming a little intrigued. "It was an art club" you said smiling at him and looking over to see his eyes staring back at you. "Nice I always knew that you where in to art" he said smiling only dropping the smile after he realized what he just said. "Oh really?" You said smiling. Oh shit what has he done, where you embarrassed? Uncomfortable? Grossed out by him? "Y-yeah I mean I always see you doing little doodles in your notebook in English so I just figured..." Oh god he was so screwed. "Oh I didn't know you payed that much attention to me" Oh shit he was done for. "Heh yeah I guess so..."

When he pulled into your driveway as suspected nobody was home yet. You thought about letting him in and getting to know him a little bit but before you could ask he asked. "Hey would you mind if I used your bathroom, I really have to take a piss?" He said turning off his van and shutting the door behind him. "Oh yeah no problem let me get the door for you" you said unlocking it and letting him inside. You should have cleaned, your little brothers dirty shoes where on the ground along with some sports equipment. "Sorry about the mess, I'm usaly the only one who cleans" you said feeling a little embarrassed. "What mess? If you think this house is messy never come over to my house" he said laughing. "Why?" You didn't get the joke. "It will kill you, probably give you a heart attack or something" he said laughing. "So the bathroom..." he said looking around the house. "Oh shit I forgot, it's the first door on the left". "Wow never herd you cus before, someone's got a bit of a sailors mouth on her doesn't she" he said laughing and shutting the door.

For the next minute you just starred at the wall thinking about how you could get him to stay a little longer just so you could have some company. Oh! you've got it you could ask him to study with you, I mean he was your study partner right? It wouldn't be that out of pocket.

"Hey thanks by the way, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to make it down that bumpy ass road back to my house with out pissing myself" he said walking out and laughing while zipping up his pants. You don't know why but thay made you feel a little flustered and you almost forgot what you where going to say before he was already right in front of you. "D-do you want to study?" You said yelling a bit on accident. "Uh didn't we already do that at school?" He said seeming a little confused. Oh shit of course it want going to work, you should have never even asked him. "Haha yeah never-ending just forget about it bye!" You said trying to walk past him to your room. "Well thay doesn't mean that we can't I just didn't know if you wanted to" je said walking towards you as you opened the door to your bedroom. "Why would I have suggested it if I didn't want to?" You said as you walked in, him fallowing after you. As you looked for your book you had forgotten that you left your figurines of the angles on your desk, painted and exposed for the whole world to see. As you tried to distract him from looking over on your desk it was no use, he saw them. "Woah what are these?" He said as he went to pick one up. Oh my god what was he going to tell everyone, that I'm some sort of loaner who paints figurines for a living because I'm not capable of love? That was a little much but for thr time it seemed right.

"T-those are my angles... well not mine I didn't make them but I- painted them" you said so embarrassed that you felt like you where almost on the verge of tears. "That's sick, you think you could paint something for me?" He said looking at you and smiling. He wasn't going to make fun of you? "Um s-sure I guess what is it?" You said walking over to him and looking at the angels in his hand. "So I play dungeons and dragons right, and so like we have these little figurines that we play with some time and I'm no painter like I literally have no skill, other than the guitar, but I would really appreciate it if you could" he said smiling even bigger and getting an ego boost just thinking about his guitar. "Oh sure that seems... ok" you said taking the figures from his hand and pulling them apart just to put them back together. "Woah really that's so nice of you, here I'll pay you" he said as he reached for his wallet. "N-no need, how about this. If you agree to take me to school in the mornings and take me home I'll do ti for free" you said smiling at your proposition. "Yeah that will work, I'll pick you up tomorrow at 7:30?" He said looking down at you. "Yeah that would be great"

And there you where smiling again, over a boy who was probably just being nice to you. You couldn't help but feel your heart beat a little faster when he would talk to you or even look at you. You knew that this was destined to be a great friendship weather or not it would last was the shitty part. "Oh um it's getting late I should probably go huh, I mean I don't want your parents to get the wrong idea" he said laughing and heading towards the door, still holding one of the angles, while you had the other, you walked him out and even said goodnight to him, you where falling quick.

The next morning as promised he was at your door step at 7:30 sharp. You where happy to see him but not so much your dad. "Who's this boy at our door?" He said trying to sound awake. "He's just a friend daddy nothing to worry about" you said as you kissed your father's cheak and walked out the door and got into his van. "Hey so um I accidentally stole this from you last night" he said holding the other angel. "I must have not realized that I had it still in my hand and I took it home" he said trying to give it back to you. "Eh you can keep it, to be honest I have so many others giving you one won't hurt the collection" you said smiling.

You where able to actually have time to get ready this morning so you put on a long black skirt and a matching top to pair with it. It was darker than your usual outfits but something made you feel giddy to wear it and see what Eddie thought. "D-do you like my outfit?" You said quietly to him. "Yeah looks metal" he said smiling at you. "Thanks I thought you'd like it" Oh shit. You didn't mean to say that out loud. "Oh y-you did" he said looking at the road again, he wasn't even smiling anymore he looked almost like he was concentrating on something. "I-i didn't mean to say that" you said looking out the windows and shielding you face from him, you wanted to cry but it would ruin your make up so you tried your hardest not too. But he saw you "Hey it's alright, I think you look really cute today" he said smiling again, his fave Turing bright red as he said it. You couldn't help but laugh at the situation and neither could he. "Y'knowschools stupid" you said which shocked Eddie he would never expect something like that to come out of your mouth. "Really I thought you liked school?" He said seeming confused. "Well I do but there's just so much you could do other than sit in a classroom for 8 hours a day" you said being able to look at him again. "But what is there in Hawkins to do though" you said sounding sad. "Well I know this pretty chill place in the woods if your up for it?" He said. "Well I mean I'd usaly say no to a stranger taking me into the woods" you laughed "Well I'm not just some stranger am i?" He said. "No, no your not."

You both decided that you where going to hang out at lunch and skip 5th period. The first part of the day was boring as always other than some stairs from your outfit change. All classes other than english, you used to be bored in that class too but with a newfound friend it wasnt that bad anymore.

You both sat at your desk and "talked about the book" when in all reality you where just talking about random stuff. It was the first day you hadn't read the book and it actually felt kind good, plus it was just a few pages that you would definitely catch up on later tonight. As the bell rang your stomach dropped and your heart started to flutter. You fallowed Eddie out into the woods near your houses and sat at a little dingy old picnic table. "Howed you know about this place, I've lived here all my life and I didnt even know?" You said looking up at the trees with the brown and amber colored leaves falling with every slight breeze. "Well, I dont usaly take pretty girls here, it's more of a trading type of place for me" he said smirking at you. What did he mean by that? Trading? Like trading what? You thought to yourself. "Oh that's interesting" you say laughing a little, you just realized that he called you a pretty girl. Your heart stopped a little then you thought did he actually like you or was he just saying that?. "So um are you usaly home alone after school?" He said sounding a little hurt. "Oh um yeah I-I am my parents work graveyard shifts and my brother has practice then sometimes he goes and plays with his friends" you said smiling. "Well if your ever bored I live right over there, he pointed to the trailer park and you could make out a trailer that had Eddie written all over it. "I live with my uncle and he works graveyard shift too so alone of the time it's just me" he said putting his hands out across the table and looking at you. "So I guess where in the same boat then" you said laughing and putting your hands next to his. "Yeah I guess so" he took this time to put his hands over yours slowly trying not to startle you. You didn't know if you could say something or take your hands back. As much as you could have tried it felt nice, his hands where warm in contrast to your cold ones. "So um did you want to go back to school after lunch?" He said. "Well not really now" you said laughing. "Good because if so were late" he said laughing.

You had never felt this close to someone before it was almost scary. You really liked him but you didn't want to say something you might regret so you stayed silent just looking into his kind eyes. "So um you can say no but I don't have d&d tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me to Benny's?" He said looking as you bracing himself for if or when you said no. "Yeah, I'd like that" you said. "Really!" He said jumping up out of his seat and into the pile of leaves behind him. You laughed, you had never seen him this happy before and you had never felt this happy for someone before let alone yourself. You had completely forgotten about school and by now it would have been 6th period anyway so you just decided to keep sitting there and talking to him.

After you where dropped off you got ready, replying some of your makeup and putting on a dress instead of a skirt this time. It was a black silky type dress and it had rhinestones on the neckline, you loked beautiful. As you where finishing up on your hair, which you brushed and teased to make it more fluffy you herd a knock at your door. You raced to the door and opened it, it was Eddie and it looked like he even combed through his hair a little bit he smelt nice too mist have taken a shower. "Wow your beautiful" he said as he heald up some daisy's out towards you. "I-I didn't have time to go to the store and buy some flowers for you so I had to pick some I hope you don't mind" he sounded a little self conscious. "I love them" you said turning around to put them in a vase.

As you walked out the door you realized that it was maybe a little too cold to be wearing a dress. And maybe you where a little over dressed for a crummy little dinner. "You smell nice" you said quick and staring at the road. "M-me Thanks" he said sounding surprised even though before he had left he put one some of his uncles cologne, he thought as he fist pumped to himself. "Yeah no problem" you said smiling. As you got to the dinner you realized that you where overdressed but you dint care, as long as you had Eddie that was all you cared about. You had both sat at a booth and ordered your meals. Talking about your own lives and even about where your fascination with painting figurines came from, and you also learned lot about him. He had talked about his guitar before but you never really knew just how much he did like playing before now. He was cute when he talked about it, his eyes lighting up every time he said something he was passionate about.

"I really hope you had a good tike tonight, I sure know I did" he said smiling as he walked you to your front door. "I did, I think this has quite possibly been the best night of my life" you said turning towards him before your front door. "I liked it, I liked you" you said, it felt like the earth quit spinning for a moment. Like everyone else in the world had somehow mysteriously disappeared and it was just you too, as if you where floating alone in the universe with him and only him. He looked as if he felt the same. "This might sound a little weird but can I kiss you?" He said as he started to put one of his hands on your waist and the other on your cheek. "That doesn't sound weird at all" you said as you leaned in to close the gap.

The feeling that you felt was unimaginable. It felt like all of what you had previously described was just a tiny fraction of what you were actually feeling. You had never had your first kiss before, but it felt euphoric. It felt as if you and him were the only beings in the universe. "T-that was... wow, " you said, laughing a little bit, and so did he. He placed his forehead on yours and just heald you there for a while. You could have stepped away, but you didn't want to. It wasn't until you saw the porch light turn on that you realized that your little brother had already been home. "Whos there?" He said, opening the door only to see you and Eddie standing side by side. "Jeze dude, go back to bed," you said, cursing him for ruining the moment. "I should probably get going," Eddie said, turning towards you. "I'll see you tomorrow okay princess" you smiled and nodded at him as you went inside. You thought about him all night, and he thought about you too, your angle was sitting on your nightstand, and his was also. You could feel that he was staring at it when you were. But that's the one thing about opposites, they attract like magnets.

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DCRC Paperinik Week 6

Day of the Cold Sun gaming, some would even say. Raider gaming...

Hold on let me just get the book... ah here we are.

Club Pe.nguin Jumpscare sorry I've been sitting in the lofi room a while but uh. If you played the game as a kid i'd recommend cp.j wholeheartedly i've had fun with it ANYWAY paperinik time

hi camera 9... i've only been told one thing and that its that we May or May Not get camera 9 lore this issue so ooh. hohoh. autism hands

oh poor lyla. i'm sure there is actually a suspicion here considering its lyla lay but i'm sure they're selling power to st. canard. and other cities outside of calisota and into other states, because lord thats what real plants do sometimes

JFIOEAJFIOEAJ THE STUPID JESTER HAT im so mad. a bright green suit okay. alright. the most suspicious thing ever but sure

i love the way the "portable neutralizer" is just a machine gun.

the setup is intriguing in this one... donald choosing to stay for uno and smiling when scrooge is assigning him work, unlike what he'd usually do

i love the way he's just like Donald, Please. There's crime afoot, which is More Important Right Now i'm so. uno's so silly...........

camera 9 :((((( another you can see both their perspectives situation like lyla has to erase the tape to maintain the space time continuum but camera 9 :(((((((

omg... i know this is probably another situation where its like haha! we don't appreciate you and i just. lyla standing up for him because she KNOWS nothing is his fault and he's just trying to do his job and vnbvnxb.

the little raider winds look cool... sorry the way they show the juxtaposition of the two reporters and their personalities and their philosophies here--for the greater good utilitarianism versus public duty--sorry i took a class on visual communication and it counted as journalism so there was some journalism ethics stuff in there

im so mad. the way the raider did a perfect angus fangus because he can just. act like a total jerk and the only slipping was in. the vocabulary

i just realized it uses a truffula tree style text box to showcase the fake one thats silly

camera 9...... i dont have anything to add just camera 9.....................

the scene where lyla talks to donald as uno while teleporting him there is so stupid. goofy ahh dramatic irony im so mad OH NO WAIT IM STUPID ithought she was doing an uno impression. and she's WHAT A CLUB PENGUIN UPDATE

sorry i just. i accepted wholeheartedly that uno was in the future for a second (thinking lyla was immitating uno and duck avenger just saw uno in his vision because i jumped sentence to sentence) forgetting it was in the past like. if nobody knows about the stuff in ducklair tower and its that advanced before scrooge bought it either this ducklair guy must have been the third richest duck in the world or there's some kind of time-alien something going on. but thats for the larger plot

spamtoon g spamtoon gets confused by obvious time skips more at 5

i love how she waits until he's like full on his swing and focused determinately to be like man. that sure sucked that conversation i just had! relatable lyla

ough... her robot eyes are so cool sorry like i know shes more android because shes supposed to blend in but the litle hints like this are so cool

sick panel....... once again commenting paperinik's use of action lines and hatching

she's cute in these panels... i love how much faith she has in donald

nooooooo dont call her inefficient she likes having a personality....... caring about people..... you cant replace lyla lay....... i do wanna know what death you want to give her to you know convince people she's still definitely a normal duck

bro the robots are beefing. uno please lyla can think too

so thats why the time police said In Our Future... i am admittedly owndering why paperinik gambled on taking a Deal with the guy--maybe because he's like okay well i dont know how to stop you right now if the time police can't so um. i'll make myself look bad because theres no other way probably. but i guess they needed a safe space for donald and the raider to talk in. sorry boys this might be my fisrt misconception of the day

raider paperinik bonding... im glad everyone in this universe does not like angus fangus until proven otherwise

the panel integration in pk. this shot in paritcular ooh. sorry maybe this is because im not used to comics but i like when they get playful with the panel format

the little camera nine hints... sorry i am actively engaged in this story right now. good time travel dilemma they've presented here

the stupid fucking raider text bubble im so mad. i almost wish it was cloaked when he's disguised but i suppose its supposed to be the same voice the traditional raider has so characters like lyla would be able to tell

donald's so Smug in this little panel bit... interesting that he's here despite y'know. fate of the universe and stuff. but maybe he's gonna try and convince them for both outcomes--duckburg Doesn't explode and yet they snatch the thing from raider. we fucked up time but like for good! we hope.

oh hey! they actually did explain how they would have killed her right here right now actually--so i guess we're going Against the space time continuum now neat, and the future's going to be up in the air again. donald and the police are at odds now thank cog

get their ASSES paperinik!!! this replacement looks pretty cool though just maybe send them back a few decades

sorry i love this panel the way they end pk issues... ough. i like how much she tries to make it up for camera 9 knowing she can't actually tell him what's going on to all the footage and the pictures and ough. oughghuhg. she has her own decisions and she geuninely cares about people even though she's not supposed to and its beautiful

i thought several times about continuing in this but i think i may need to like. Not and thats okay. i'll get paperinik another time boys but at this rate i might catch up! one could hope! maybe next week i'll read that week's issue on the actual week rather than the first day of next week or far far later

#dcrc #dcrc paperinik #dcrc week 6

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I'm sorry you managed to hit me right at the peak of my cod ghost hyperfixation and now as a member of the 'put kate bishop in every fandom ever' club this is all I can think about. Kate 'hawkeye' bishop fucking up all their sharpshooter records. Kate giving them info about her weapon smuggling father. Kate attempting to assert dominance by jujitsu leg headlocking anyone and everyone she can during training. Using ghost as a brace for sniping cause he's an Unmoveable Object and also a Good Shield. Help Me.

I have been holding myself back SO SO MUCH with this but if the people ask for it!!!!

oh it got LONG we're doing a readmore

SO many good scenarios for them to meet here.

TF 141 asks for Hawkeye to assist on a mission

option 1: they ask for Hawkeye, expecting Clint, and get Kate. Gaz is delighted. Price is getting himself a drink. She's not great on the obstacle course but gets Ghost in an arm bar in about ten seconds. They take her to see how she shoots and they're all like 0.0. Gaz is DELIGHTED. Ghost is like 'sure hope this doesn't awaken anything in me'. It's already been awoken in Soap. She's theirs now. No take-backs

option 2: they ask for Hawkeye, get Clint, and are mad. They wanted Kate!!! How do they know about Kate? Well they wound up working with some outside forces a while back and Deadpool DOES NOT SHUT UP about his best friends Hawkeye and Better Hawkeye. 141 is actually kind of upset, they don't need another massive dude they were kind of looking forward to having someone smaller who could be hoisted into walls. Clint can't stop laughing

or maybe one of them knows her outside of the task force?

Ghost knows her through Deadpool. I'm sorry, I can't budge on this. GIANT MEN WHO LOVE KATE BISHOP. He wears the mask all the time around her, that's not a big deal. Ghost teaches her how to use a few different kinds of guns. She whines at him because ew guns. He whines back. They're having a great time. He shows her a few different ways to kill someone with a kitchen knife. Kate is simultaneously excited and disturbed.

Ghost doesn't mention that he knows her (why would he?) and when Price finds out they're getting a Hawkeye assigned to them, he knows, deep in his heart of hearts, that Ghost is going to HATE her. Price knows how Hawkeyes are. He knows that is not a kind of person that endears themself to Ghost. He has five different damage control plans laid out for each of them

Soap and Gaz have been arguing about who is going to show her around base etc. Ghost isn't even throwing his name into the ring (BECAUSE HE KNOWS HE'S GOING TO BE THE ONE SHE PICKS ANYWAY!!!!)it's a good thing he wears a mask all the time because because his smug expression is so insufferable someone would smack it off his face

141 is waiting to greet her on the tarmac (something that was HIGHLY ENCOURAGED so that they did not LOSE their Hawkeye immediately after landing. Hawkeyes know they're not supposed to do that but Hawkeyes gonna Hawkeye)

Kate clocks her Good Buddy Ghost, SCREECHES, runs pell mell at him, and jumps into a hug

to the rest of the task force it looks like she just tried to attack him

Ghost doesn't pin her or throw her or stab her or any of the other things that would be a typical Ghost response

he just gives her a gruff "watch the goods" as she comes dangerously close to kneeing him in the junk before hugging her back???

tf141.exe has stopped working

tucks her under his arm and says he'll show her around

Soap and Gaz are ??????!!???!?!???!? WAIT

they can't see Ghost's expression but they KNOW it's so smug they can FEEL it as he's like my hawkeye >:)

Ghost lets her climb all over him. Like he's standing arms crossed over his chest all intimidating and Ghost-like perfectly still as she climbs up his shoulders to pop open a drop ceiling tile

this has the unintended but hilarious side effect of making 95% of the people on base terrified of her. they don't know who she is, but she's easily half Ghost's size and she's not afraid of him even a little. obviously she's insane

sees him sans mask for the first time on base and walks into a wall because ummm that's a hottie, actually. lucky for her it happened by a security camera and Gaz text the video to her >:)

or ororor she meets Johnny while they're both on vacation (?) and they wind up disarming a bomb together. They are both just a tiiiiny bit disappointed because they like when things go boom :(

they get some sort of frozen treat afterwards in their very-inappropriate-for-diffusing-bombs apparel. Evening wear? Beach wear? Not sure.

Kate has a moment of "relationships with civilians never work friendships or otherwise" and dips not realizing that helping diffuse a bomb is NOT CIVILIAN BEHAVIOR KATHERINE

Johnny is NOT going to use questionably legal methods to find out who she is (besides the future Mrs Sergeant John MacTavish).

He's NOT.

yet

he tells people he met his wife on vacation

they disarmed a bomb together :D it was FATE

someone has to tell Johnny that's a weird thing for a rando to know how to do

maybe she's a spy or something so he SHOULD use slightly less than legal means to find her???

doesn't matter, the next day they get a team from the Avengers on base for some reason. Captain America (Sam Wilson) Black Widow (Yelena Belova) and Hawkeye (Kate Bishop) (also poor sam who gave him the most feral widow and hawkeye. who did that.)

not sure if he actually says "that's my wife!" but Kate does call him Bomb Boy :)))

as in that is what Yelena and Sam know him as.

"This is Bomb Boy, Kate Bishop? I did not expect him to...have a mohawk."

"Or be Scottish," Sam adds. Unhelpfully.

which, duh, guys! Those weren't the most important things about Bomb Boy. The most important things were knowledge of explosives and steady hands. And funny.

(ps I don't know if Kate and Soap are legit into one another or if Kate just picks up another work husband)

Kyle would be the one she meets most normally. Ish.

Either it's totally boring civilian like they meet online and then Kate has to go to the UK to meet up with tf141 so that's a great time to meet up with her good buddy Kyle who is also in the UK!

so either he's not there with the tf when she gets on base and she's like oh!!! my dear friend Kyle is also in the military!! Maybe you know him. His name is Kyle, he goes by Gaz sometimes?

and the task force is buffering because GAZ HAS SAID NOTHING ABOUT SORT OF DATING AN AVENGER

Soap records their entire meeting. it's so cute.

that or they don't figure it out until they're at the restaurant literally sitting next to each other waiting for their dates when Kate notices he has some violets because "purple is my friend's favorite color" and Kate's like purple is MY favorite color!!! then they hug and it's super cuteeee

they meet through Sam. He and Riley bumped into tf141 one and saved their asses a while back

when he became Captain America, Sam reached out to Gaz

so anyway Gaz is at some party Sam invited him to and look, he can't say no to the Black Captain America. He just can't.

but he's jet-lagged and he doesn't really know anyone so he's sitting outside recharging his social battery and enjoying the night breeze when all of the sudden a purple blur races around the corner and vaults over the bench he's sitting on into some shrubs

that's pretty weird, he thinks. but also, usamericans

a minute or two later, an older man comes around the same corner. he looks familiar but kyle can't place him

"did you see a woman in a purple dress run by here?"

"can't say that I have."

the man swears and continues on his way.

Kyle waits a minute. "He's gone, love."

the woman pops up. She has twigs in her hair. "thank you so much, I hate that guy. He's such a creep."

he helps her remove shrubbery from her hair and they chat about the party and their respective teams and everything and nothing

at the end of the night he kisses her hand and FORGETS TO ASK HER FOR HER NAME

he's kicking himself for weeks.

is that something he can ask Captain America about? Does he know Captain America well enough to ask for his friend's number???

thankfully Captain America is coming to base to help the 141 out with something

Gaz is elbowing Soap in the ribs because that's her??? the woman with Captain America is HER, THE girl

"That's fuckin' Hawkeye, mate!!"

Ghost being an Immoveable Object and Shield while covering his face all the time is going to get me back on my dinkate bullshit OOPS

kate refuses to understand chain of command or rank. she literally fears no god or man. she'll listen to Price or Ghost because she's nice. if someone outside of the 141 tries to pull rank on her she's just like no thanks (: well SURELY she listens to Captain America! and she laughs. someone gets the bright idea to call Steve Rogers himself because SURELY she has actually followed orders from him and he laughs so hard he cries

i think that derek is SUCH an embarrassment to kate. he does crime and he's not even good at it. i also like to think that every few years he does try to have her and Clint killed, just to see if it'll take this time. now, anyone who knows Deadpool knows better than to take that contract, but the pay is good. anyway i just want the task force to be there when someone DOES try to kill Kate and their responses when they find out it's her DAD trying to do it. obviously Ghost is ready to kill him, but i think Price is the dark horse here with how fucking angry this makes him. like he's asking "is derek a scotch man? whiskey?" and then a week later derek bishop is mysteriously on life support. the last thing he was seen doing was having a nightcap

ughghughg tf141 catching wind of a prolific assassin picking up the Bishop contract, and they've been trying to catch this guy for years, so they go undercover as her neighbors. They think she's a regular civilian meanwhile Kate is like "beefy and attractive men who are always trying to be helpful to me...suspicious". She then proceeds to bug their apartment or trailer--which they find, of course, only they think that it's the assassin or foreign operative and NOT the woman they are stalking using as bait protecting

it's incredibly jarring to them the first time they see her in action in the field. They've trained with her, the fact she's assigned to them at all is telling, but they still kind of see her as a goofy carry on or something--until the guys walk into an ambush. Kate's nearby but not with them because they didn't think they'd need her for this (which is not how this is supposed to work!!! but they're still struggling with how best to utilize her). point is, the guys are all probably going to make it out okay, but it's going to be loud and it's going to be messy and those things will probably fuck up the rest of the mission.

anyway they're getting ready to fight their way out when Ghost realizes that one of the snipers he's been keeping an eye on...isn't there anymore. then the other sniper, suddenly no longer visible. suddenly three of the men advancing on them have arrows sticking out of their necks, and then Hawkeye is dropping from a roof taking out the last three with mostly her thighs. there's silence while hawkeye catches her breath and every man of the 141 goes ah! i get it now! she's terrifying!

everyone on base thinks she's their yappy little chihuahua but the boys think she's more like a sand cat--looks so cute and smol but will rip your face off as soon as look at you. someone talks shit about the 141 one time in Kate's hearing. after that, she became the 141's scary dog privilege.

anyway please say more to me. share thoughts. i'm insane about this

#kate bishop #hawkeye #call of duty #tf141 #simon riley #kyle garrick #johnny mactavish #john price #hawkeye on tf141 #my stuff #i hit a character limit on the body of the post?!?!?!#what the fuck dude #i think price mostly knows her by reputation #kate and gaz is such a cute dynamic because he's ....slightly normaler than everyone else #every single truly insane thing about her he's just like :D about #he either doesn't know or doesn't care that she's weird which is why HE IS ALSO INSANE #soap asks where kate is #gaz is like oh she's deposing a dictator this week! i hope she's having a good time. i asked her to bring me something back #paddling my kayak

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