#also speaking from experience w a found family situation that did work out as a robust source of community (my non-blood relatives on my

[aldieb]

having a stupid furniture tantrum bc it’s hard to put furniture together alone and carry things alone and i am going to somehow need to return one of the very heavy boxes but i physically cannot get it in my car w/o doing myself an injury and the only person i know who’s in shape to help is my brother who wouldn’t spit on me if i were on fire. and i did this to myself but also, to be very self-centered and angry abt this for a moment, one of the reasons i moved was that i could not find a person to simply physically sit with me during any of the week when i was in acute mental crisis and a was away so it’s not like i could count on reliable help in any location! found family is kind of a scam and it’s not bc anyone is like, evil or intentionally negligent—but everyone has their own stuff going on and is running on depleted resources from their own crises. shrug and sigh

[blu-joons]

DATING TXT A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Choi Beomgyu

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Beomgyu loved to cuddle you, being close to you and being able to hold you always made him feel so warm and full of love. He’d love being as close to you as possible, even if neither of you spoke, the touch was the best part to him.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

The two of you crossed paths at an event that you were a member of staff at. Beomgyu instantly began talking to you in order to make you feel comfortable around the group, so you thought he was just being friendly, until he came and found you at the end of the day and asked if he could get your number.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

You both ended up meeting a handful of times over the next few weeks, trying to get to know one another. Beomgyu loved being around people and so he would often try and see you whenever he had a break in his schedule. On one particular evening you spent together, Beomgyu knew he wanted to confess to you, and so as he arrived at your front door, he opened up, and finally let you know how he felt about you.

D ⇴ DATES

Beomgyu enjoyed being around you, and so he’d arrange any kind of date in order to be around you. He loved to try new things and figure out the things that you enjoyed doing as a couple and the things you weren’t so fond of. His favourite kind of dates were adventures, Beomgyu loved exploring with you and being able to find new parts of the city that he was yet to discover. A lot of planning went into your dates, but Beomgyu always made sure that it was something you’d enjoy and want to try again with him.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

Dating was a field that Beomgyu didn’t know too much about at all before he met you, but he was more than willing to learn. He did a lot of research on things that he thought you’d like so that he could impress you, and things to avoid. He definitely spoke with the other members too, even though they didn’t have much experience either, getting the opinion to know whether he was right or wrong meant a lot to him. As he became less shy however, he began to trust in himself a little more, trying to do things for himself.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

Beomgyu tends to have an opinion on most things, which can sometimes lead to a few disagreements between the two of you. However, if there is one positive, he can also be very understanding, so no argument ever really gets too out of hand for you both. If he firmly believes in his opinion, he might speak a little louder, but usually he tries to treat your disagreements as discussions as opposed to conflict. He’s open to your view, even if he doesn’t always believe that it’s the right one to have, but he’ll try not to ever let things blow too far out of proportion if he can help it.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

He was incredibly keen to introduce you to his family and show them the person that he never stopped talking about. They were keen to meet you as well, which definitely placed a lot of pressure on your shoulders the first time you met them. Luckily for you, and them, your first meeting with them went perfectly.

H ⇴ HOME

Having someone around was a big deal for Beomgyu, he hated being by himself. With Soobin so busy, the two of you were lucky to have a lot of time at the dorm together by yourselves, but as soon as Soobin ever returned from a schedule, you’d make sure to both be respectful of his home and Beomgyu’s too.  

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

The first ‘I love you,’ came from Beomgyu, but he was so shy, you almost missed him actually saying it. You’d surprised him after a long run of shows for their comeback, and he was exhausted. Although having you there was a great source of energy for him, he still struggled to find the energy to be able to tell you how much your presence meant to him.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Whilst Beomgyu wasn’t someone who got jealous often, it would usually be clear to you when he was feeling a bit put out. It was a habit that not many people could pick up on of his, but you’d always notice how he’d become very unresponsive to conversation. He understood that people wanted to talk to you, so usually he’d switch off any urge to get jealous about a situation, but if something really did get under his skin, then the silence that came from him was usually a big enough habit of his for you to recognise that he needed some reassurance from you.

K ⇴ KIDS

The two of you knew from the very start of your relationship that kids were a long way off for you both. Although the future was something that the two of you did find yourself talking about quite a lot of the time, you would never go too far into the specifics of having children. Instead, you both just agreed that it was something you hoped would happen for the two of you in the future, whenever that was.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

Beomgyu is someone who loves to laugh and make sure that those around him are always laughing too. A lot of his effort will go into making you laugh and ensuring that you’re always happy around him. At times, he definitely has a darker sense of humour, with many of his comments often taking you by surprise when you least expect him to say something. If you come to him at the end of a bad day, he’ll be right there to make you laugh, memorising plenty of jokes that he’s read that he knows will tickle you. If you’re not smiling around him, then Beomgyu will do whatever it takes to get you smiling around him again.

M ⇴ MISSING

His heart always beats a little faster whenever he’s missing you, it’s hard on him, and a feeling that for the most part, he’ll bottle up. When he rings you, he smiles, he wants you to think that he’s happy and getting by, when in reality, it’s not that easy for him at all. The members will be very quick to pick up on when he’s missing, but Beomgyu will usually try and encourage them all into thinking that he’s fine. He doesn’t like the fuss that comes with everyone thinking that he misses you, he much prefers to just get on with things so that he can head back to the hotel and give you a ring and see how you are.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

You tended to just call Beomgyu, ‘beom,’ it was the first nickname you gave him when the two of you were getting to know each other, and so it stuck as the nickname that you always used around him.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Beomgyu was obsessed with your smile, it was always made him feel warm inside knowing that you were happy around him.

P ⇴ PDA

He wasn’t a huge fan of being affectionate with you in public as it usually made him quite shy, but that would never stop him at least holding your hand. He still wanted people to know that you were his, without having to be over the top about it and push your relationship into people’s faces where it wasn’t wanted.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Beomgyu would ask you a question about near enough anything just to keep conversation going between the two of you. He wasn’t a fan of silence at all, and so would often find something random that could trigger conversation.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

He loved to play his guitar for you, and wrote many small songs dedicated to you just by what came to mind when he strummed. His creative mind was set alight whenever he had thoughts of you, suddenly making song writing seem as if it were the easiest job in the world. The lyrics seem to always just come to him when he has thoughts of you, the guitar being the perfect accompaniment to what he creates.

S ⇴ SEX

Intimacy with Beomgyu is usually a very passionate affair, but also one that is very soft and full of love. As soon as you’re finished, he’ll always revert back to his usual shy self, but whilst he’s taking care of you and making you feel good, Beomgyu makes sure that everything is how he knows you enjoy it. He understands exactly what you expect from him and makes sure to deliver every single time.

T ⇴ TEXTS

You’ll receive quite often from Beomgyu throughout your day as he loves to hear what you’re getting up to. You’ll often get texts too to let you know he has a surprise date planned for you both with his evening off.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

The two of you were very much a team, there wasn’t much that you didn’t do together when you weren’t busy with work. You enjoyed being with each other as much as possible and making as many memories as you could.

V ⇴ VACATION

It doesn’t matter where in the world Beomgyu is when he’s got some time off, just as long as he’s got you with him. He loves travelling and exploring new parts of the world therefore, it won’t phase him at all where it is. As long as the two of you are happy on your vacation, then that’s all that matters to him.

W ⇴ WHINING

He’s very understanding and appreciates that not all your time can be spent on him, so Beomgyu won’t be someone who whines too often.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Beomgyu will kiss you as often as he can, he loves to be close to you, and embraces how every kiss he either gives or receives from you will turn his cheeks a dark shade of red. He often finds himself resting against your shoulder, which gives him perfect access to kiss against your cheek or jawline, or for you to be able to tilt your head and attack his cheeks too. He’ll do anything to be able to be close to you and give you plenty of affection.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his best friend, he loved having you there in everything that he did.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Beomgyu is very much a cuddler when it comes to the night-time, he loves having you close to you and being able to bury himself close to you. It always ensures that the two of you fall asleep with smiles on your faces.

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Masterlist

[ceciliablossoms]

tiramisu for diluc albedo and childe pleasee pelapdepleasepleaselplz

Of course!!

ALSO TYSM @nonbiananrywrites FOR YOUR HELP ILY

I did however choose to go easy on them

TW: Injury, Anxiety, Panic, Blood

Tiramisu: "Deep breaths... You'll be okay."

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Diluc

Anxiety was nothing new to them, especially when it came to Diluc and his role as the Darknight Hero. He mostly came home unscathed, but the rare injury often sent an icy panic through their veins. Even if the aforementioned wound were to be minuscule at most, it would still cause them great worry.

His bloody clothing often reminded them that he could one day never return home. Even with the occasional help of the Traveller on his side, their worries continued to eat away at them from the inside. The gash across his arm that stayed limp at his side was the straw that broke the camel's back.

When he entered the winery, exhaustion prevalent, they approached him with haste. Immediately, they ushered him to take a seat, offering to make him a meal, but as they pulled their hand away from resting on his arm it felt sticky. They glanced down at their crimson-stained palm with wide eyes.

It took them a moment to process as they stared at the red that coated the fingers. The warmth of it seemed to burn them as their panic set in. Their eyes began to water.

They demanded that he remove his jacket so that they could tend to his wound. As they gathered their supplies their hands trembled with fear. While they tenderly dressed his wounds, they wept, their bottled up anxiety finally spilling out.

As hard as they tried not to make a noise, they could not prevent themselves from sniffling.

Once their tears dripped onto his bandages, Diluc pulled his arm away, and with great care, he placed his uninjured hand gently on their cheek. With slow, careful movements, he guided them to look up at him, and they averted their eyes. As they let out a sob, he pulled them closer, embracing their shaking form as they cried.

His voice was quiet when he spoke to them, knowing why they were upset, "Deep breaths... You'll be okay."

There was a pause before they responded. "But you won't." Their voice broke as they spoke, clutching his shirt in their hands.

He hummed quietly as he glanced over the arm that they had bandaged, a frown everpresent on his face. He stared down at them softly as they grew overwhelmed.

They were afraid for him, and he knew it. He had always known it even when they had tried to conceal it. The emotions they'd tried to keep under wraps had begun to seep out, and as they tried so desperately to stop it from overflowing it slipped between their fingers.

"I'll make more of an effort to keep myself from getting injured again. Even if it means... I have to ask for help...." They stared at him in surprise.

Though his verbal reassurances weren't very much in terms of comfort, him swallowing his pride certainly was. Even if the help was from just the honorary knight, they'd be happy. He would at the very least have someone watching his back.

They smiled through their tears, "Promise?"

He nodded in sincerity but let out a small sigh. "Promise."

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Albedo

They sighed, stumped once more as they worked on their experiment with Sucrose. Something just wasn't right. No matter how many times they redid it the outcome was always different, even if it was done the exact same way down to a T.

They exchanged glances of disappointment with Sucrose as the two looked over their notes once more. Usually, the liquid in the vials in front of them at the very least changed colour. This time it didn't do anything! No colour change. No heat or steam was produced. It didn't even bubble.

They were at their wit's end, despite their work partner's eagerness to continue. Running a hand through their hair, they glanced over their ingredients on the table, neat and organized in their respective alchemical devices and containers.

"Maybe we should ask Albedo?" They proposed. Sucrose looked up from the messy notebook in her hands.

"P-Perhaps you're right." She looked slightly disheartened that neither of them could figure out a solution but also relieved that they suggested grabbing Albedo for assistance before they made a big mess of it.

They'd stepped out momentarily to find the blonde alchemist as Sucrose continued to fiddle with the experiment.

On their hunt they found him browsing the library, searching high and low for a book he seemed to be struggling to pinpoint the location of. At the sound of familiar footsteps, he turned his head to peer over at them. He nodded in greeting as they waved at him with a smile.

"Albedo, could I perhaps trouble you for some assistance? Sucrose and I can't seem to figure out where we're going wrong." They kept their voice down as to it disturb the other people in the library.

"Of course. What is it that you're having trouble with?" He approached them as they led the way back to the alchemy lab.

"Well, the outcome is always different even if we replicate it perfectly. We don't know what the issue is."

"I see." He put his hand on his chin, deep in thought as they opened the door for him.

As the two entered, Sucrose stood over the beaker with a proud expression, "I-I managed to get a reaction out of it even though this one this one w-was different too."

They approached with Albedo following behind. As he stood on the other side of Sucrose, they picked it up carefully with the curious examination. This vial had become a peculiar shade of green and fizzed like it were a carbonated drink. It emitted an odd odour when they swirled the liquid inside.

"What did you do differently?" They asked as they held it up to eye level.

As Sucrose opened her mouth to speak the vial seemed to heat up rapidly. They let out a small whine and switched hands before setting it down entirely. Albedo was quick to move after that, pulling Sucrose away roughly and making a grab for them as the liquid reacted violently causing the glass to explode into shards.

Covering their face, they yelped as glass pierced their skin, Albedo not quite having reached them. They moved their arms, staring down at the glass embedded in them with widened eyes. Albedo kneeled to their level after telling Sucrose to fetch a medical kit.

They were breathing heavily whether, from pain, panic, or both was indecipherable at the moment. His top priority was to remove the glass. As Sucrose handed him the kit, she moved to clean the workspace and dispose of the mess.

He stood them up and moved them to a table across the room where he removed the glass with tweezers. Thoroughly, he cleaned their injuries, muttering a few words to them as they shook in his grasp.

"Deep breaths... You'll be alright."

His voice was soothing as they focused on it to distract from the stinging in their forearms. He'd fully removed and disposed of all the glass and was now focusing on cleaning any hazardous material out to prevent infection. It wasn't as efficient as it would have been if he'd taken them to see Barbara, but when dealing with things as hazardous as these, it was more pressing to clean it on site.

Gingerly, he staunched the bleeding as Sucrose tossed the shards into the bin before scurrying out hurriedly to go get Barbara. He wrapped their arms with bandages.

"Sucrose will return shortly with Barbara, so she can help you more efficiently." He kept his voice quiet so he wouldn't startle them.

They nodded as they leaned against him, but said nothing. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around them to keep them steady as their panic began to wear off. They seemed tired.

"Thank you," Their voice was groggy.

"Of course, dearest."

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Tartaglia

Frigid rain burned their skin as they stared out at the serpentine beast rising from the ocean. Everyone around them froze, staring out at the monster that summoned the storm. Panic broke out amongst the crowd as the situation finally sank in and the citizens of Liyue scurried to either get inside.

They backed away from the docks slowly as the rain increased in intensity, pelting them painfully. As they made their way through the harbour, they got jostled left and right by others pushing past them. The overwhelming feeling made them panic, their anxiety skyrocketing.

There were so many people around them in hysterics, looking for loved ones, searching for family. Loved ones... Where was Childe? Their stomach dropped.

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Despite their emotions, they pushed onward, refusing to stop until they found their significant other. They knew that he could handle himself and were 100% certain that he was fine. Yet, they couldn't help but feel like something was wrong.

High and low they searched for him. All across the harbour, they hunted for him, coming up empty-handed. Even with the occasional call of his name, they got nowhere.

As they came to a stop at the entrance of the harbour, their panic grew tenfold. As they crossed the bridge leading to Guili Plains, they saw a familiar mixture of grey and red upon the cliffside.

They broke into a sprint, calling out his name with urgency. He was staring out at the God that wreaked havoc, an almost triumphant expression across his face. At the sound of his name, he turned his head to them.

Immediately he stood to meet them, and his expression turned to one of pain. He wasn't bleeding but the hand clutching his side as well as his face showed very clearly that he was hurt. They clung to him, faltering when he made a pained noise at the impact of their embrace.

They tensed, "W-We need to get inside! A-And you're hurt."

They grabbed his sleeve, pulling him back to the Harbour. He could feel them shaking, the cold probably not helping their frazzled state. Coming to a stop, he pulled them to his chest.

He rubbed their back gently as they struggled to breathe evenly, "Deep breaths... You'll be okay."

He watched the chaos unfold over their shoulder, knowing he'd eventually have to slip away to the Northland bank to meet with Signora. Nonetheless, though, he comforted them with reassuring words and touches.

They pulled away and dragged him along toward their home so they could care for him, "What happened?"

Their voice was laced with broken confusion. They had no idea what was happening, nor what had spurred it on and on top of it all their beloved was injured.

His response was delayed but he said something about getting tossed around in the crowd. In all honesty, they weren't listening, focusing solely on icing the bruises across this torso. They fidgeted anxiously.

He cupped their face, feigning the same anxious expression that they were showing outwardly. "It'll be okay," He vowed, "Hey, whatever that thing is out there will get dealt with."

They nodded shakily, finding some solace in his words as they leaned against him in tears. He held them close and stroked their hair, shielding them from the window. It wasn't until the Jade Chamber fell and the storm stopped that the weight of stress wiped them out.

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[hermit-pistol]

Leone Abbacchio Fluff Alphabet:

And with that, the 600 follower special is concluded! I know that they took me forever to finish but I hope that you enjoyed reading them! Please like and reblog to show love, and read some Abbacchio fluff under the cut:

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Abbacchio enjoys the simplicity of doing nothing and going nowhere. Honestly, some of his favorite activities that you do together take place in the courtesy of your own home. Don't get it twisted though, he still will take you out for the occasional meal and show you a good time!

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He admires your ability to stay calm. Other people he has known in the past would tend to annoy him with how high strung they were. He much rather prefers a partner that he can sit in comfortable silence with, and can just go with the flow of everything.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Abbacchio, to be fair, has had his own fair share of emotional baggage, so he knows what you're experiencing all too well. Thankfully, he also knows how to overcome the situation when these feelings grow to be too much. He'll whisper words and phrases of affirmation, assuring them that everything will be okay and that he will always be there for them.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

His vision of the future is very uncertain, and in all fairness, he couldn't even believe that he'd made it this far in his life. His previous career as an officer and currently being in the mafia were certainly not considered "safe" jobs. He does want a future with you though, no matter how risky the job. He just won't think too far ahead.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Abbacchio is very passive aggressive. He'll be very lenient when it comes to making decisions in the relationship but can obviously step it up if needed. Most of the decision making will be in the hands of his partner for sure.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He bottles things up until they explode at the surface. He'll yell and most likely something will come out harsher than intended, this ends up with him being in a position where he has some serious explaining to do. Things will work out eventually, but things might be rough for a while.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He loves you for showing him that living wasn't all that bad to begin with. Life hasn't been very kind to him and you know that. When he's having very low moments, you remind him of his team and you who both love him very much. You are one of the only reasons that he keeps on going.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Getting Abbacchio to open up and speak about the things that he's experienced in this lifetime will take a lot of coaxing and convincing. In time, he'll tell you when he's ready, but for a good while he'll be very selective with what he wants to share with you. Only when the time comes and he feels that you're worthy of knowing will he come clean. Be ready.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

He has a hard time seeing the positives of a situation, and before he met you, he was truly unhappy with his life. It took him so many years to learn that seeing things from a different, more optimistic point of view really made a huge difference. He thanks you for opening him up to new experiences.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Abbacchio does not mess around when it comes to you getting attention from other people. He may appear passive at first, but he’s had an eye on the two of you this whole time, don’t worry. If things get out of hand, he’ll just drag you out of there so fast you won’t even have time to process what just happened.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Abbacchio is a very rough kisser, to the point where you have to remind him not to leave marks on your lips. There's a time and a place for everything, but it takes some reminders to let him know that a simple showing of affection shouldn't result in your face being all but ripped off. Other than that, he's got quite the natural talent.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

The funny thing that sets Abbacchio apart from the others is that he won't outright tell you that he loves you. He very much so believes in the concept of tough love, and even though he can be unbearable at some points, it's very rarely that he verbally expresses that he loves you. It's rather expressed in the actions that he does.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He's going to wait for ages until he pops the question, so long in fact that you had thought about proposing to him just to get it over with. He'll ask for the help of his team to put the wedding together since he doesn't have much to work with in terms of family. When it's all said and done, he'll totally have to fight the urge to break down into tears when he sees you walking down the aisle. You just look so beautiful!

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Abbaccchio really doesn't need nicknames, unless you ask him to call you something specific. If not, he's content with referring to you by your name. After all, it is the most sincere form of flattery as they say.😳

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Only a few people can tell that something is up with Abbacchio (mainly, Bruno and Fugo) and once they figure out what's going on with their teammate they can't help but smile. They'll leave teasing out of it because they know that the others might go too far, but whenever you enter a room they share a knowing glance as they watch him clam up on the spot.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

He's not very fond of showing his affection in public, and sometimes this really gets on your nerves. There are times where he doesn't even feel comfortable holding hands with you, but you try to respect his wishes. You know that he's just a little awkward and shy when it comes to these things and that his actions in the outside world are completely different compared to when you share alone time.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

(I know this might be one you guys have heard of before but it can't leave my brain so-) Abbacchio can sing, and he can sing quite well. But he will never do so in front of people, and even in front of you. The only times that you can hear him is when he thinks that you have left for the store and sneaks into the bathroom. One time you had your ear pressed against the door so hard that it accidentally opened. He was holding a hairbrush like a microphone and was less than pleased that you had found him.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

It may not seem like it, but Abbacchio can be quite romantic. When the two of you are alone he might offer to give you a massage or might shower you in kisses of his own accord. Both of those might end up leading to something else, of course ;)

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He will always make sure to make sure that you have complete confidence in whatever you decide to pursue. If you succeed, then he will be the proudest man you've ever seen. Even if you experience some shortcomings he'll encourage you to keep trying and re-adjust your goals so they can be more attainable.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Abbacchio doesn't really come across as the type of person that's spontaneous. While he doesn't like surprises, whenever he does have a nice gesture planned he wants to make sure that you're prepared for (possibly) one of the best days of your life. He hypes it up in subtle ways like "Pack your bags" and "Make sure to bring your swimsuit". 😉

U nderstanding - How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Don't let his emotional unavailability at times fool you, for he can understand your emotions quite well. He'll pay attention to details that could decipher your moods, like the slam of a door or heavy sighs as you shuffle your feet into the living room. Of course, he'll ask you how to make you feel better, but he secretly prides himself on his awareness when it comes to you.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Abbacchio isn't the best at maintaining relationships with people, unless they're very special to him. You are easily one of the best things that's ever happened to him, and if you weren't in his life he'd be extra grumpy and then some. You are his rock, and he cherishes you every single day the two of you are together.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

When the two of you aren't busy, you insist on having a "couple's night" which consists of watching a movie together. He’s a bit of a “fun killer” when it comes to having a movie night, turning down almost every idea and suggestion that you have. You eventually decide on a basic horror movie, with Abbacchio grumbling through it the whole time. He does enjoy when you cling to him during the scary parts, though.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Abbacchio can be affectionate when he wants to be (only when you’re ALONE). There are times when he doesn't want to be in the same room as you, and then others when he's clinging to you no matter how hard you try to escape. Catch him in a good mood and he'll even nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Whenever you've been away for a bit, Abbacchio will seemingly be unfazed by your lack of presence, almost to the point where it bothers you. Your man really doesn't show that many emotions, huh. When you walk through the door; however, he'll be there in the doorway ready to greet you and wrap you in a giant hug. You smile, knowing that he secretly missed you after all.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He's not the type of guy to give gifts or do anything extravagant outside of special occasions. If you're having a bad day he will bring you dinner and listen to you vent. If you're the one, he's willing to go the extra mile in maintaining the relationship and wanting to keep you as happy as possible.

[sassooda]

Worlds Away JJK AU / Chapter 22 - Familial Ties 🔞

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           Choso is on his way to Itadori. He could create a portal but found that he wouldn’t mind using the time it took completing the distance on foot so he could arrange his thoughts. He’s planning on bringing Itadori into the understanding, giving him all the knowledge he’s idly kept to himself over the years. He’s not even sure where to begin but only hopes that he’ll be able to properly explain everything to him.  It seems that even with a slowed pace and shortened steps, Choso ends up in front of the door before he knew it. He takes a moment to collect himself, breathing in deeply. ‘Maybe I should start off with the good news about Elska…’. He knocks on the door lightly and announces that it’s him.

           “Ummm…come in?” Itadori sounds confused that he’d be treated with the courtesy of the warning before entry.

           Choso opens the door with a nervous demeanor, eyes primarily looking at the shabby floor as he turns to shut the door behind him. He’s so anxious that he forgets all of his words completely and upon raising his eyes, sees an agitated Itadori. He wishes maybe he would’ve taken after Naoya in preparation of his room, it being dingy and plain in comparison to Elska’s.

           “You’re Choso, right?” Itadori’s arms are folded into his shaman uniform while he sits in the cushion of the yellow couch that was placed in the room. “I thought you were on our side, you helped us rescue Gojo didn’t you?”

           “I did, yes.” Choso is struggling to find his confidence as he sits in a chair across the couch from Itadori, his black suit feeling uncomfortable. “I know you have a lot of questions…and I plan to answer them all.” He’s now relaxing into his seat as he studies Itadori’s face to judge where to go next. “For starters, Elska is going to be alright. Naoya’s with her now.”

“Naoya? I was told he’s one she needs protection from!” His body language is slightly tensed to this but finds relief in knowing that she’s alright after he was told that Getou attacked her. “She wouldn’t have been put in that situation if you’d left us alone.” He’s not sure what to make of this situation yet, nor of Choso but something is telling him to listen.

           “He’s not a bad man at all, he’s actually one of the greatest I’ve ever met.” He sees Itadori frown to this as he’s not convinced. “I’ll show you in a little bit but first we have to talk…I’ve been waiting for this moment for a very long time.”

           Itadori remembers Toji once saying that he would want to converse with Choso and this causes him to become more interested. There was something they knew that he definitely didn’t and feels even less alarmed about the visit now. He’s not sure how Choso would show him what he means about Naoya but he decides to let that go and so he can continue. “Ok, I’m listening then…”

           “Itadori… have you ever found your inhumane strength odd?” He asks rhetorically before proceeding, “It’s because you’re not exactly human.” He waits a moment to take in Itadori’s reaction but is kind of relieved when he sees he’s not dismissing him yet.

           “I’m still listening, I really have wondered about this…” Itadori leans in to where his elbows are now placed on his knees and face resting on fists as he lets Choso speak.

           “To put it simply, you’re half cursed spirit in origin, like myself.” He holds his breath for a moment, “To put it even more directly…I’m actually your older brother.” He chooses this instant to hold courage in his expression as he informs Itadori of their familial ties. “I’m gathering you haven’t any memory of this though…”

           “This doesn’t make any sense. How? I had a family…a human one.” Itadori is clearly puzzled and having a hard time understanding how this could be. He looks down to his hands after removing them from under his chin and asks himself, ‘There’s no way, right?’. He’s searching his brain for some kind of excuse but finds it difficult to deny Choso’s words, ‘There is something super familiar about him now that I think about it…’

           “We have more brothers, others like us born of the same Kamo blood.” He sits back up in his seat as the ease of Itadori’s reactions settle him into a more composed way.

           Itadori’s eyes widen to the mention of the Kamo clan, the third of the three major ones. “I still don’t really understand but that’s alright.”

           “Some of our brothers are scattered around the globe, a few still sealed as I was for so long. You were too until the family that raised you in this life found you.” He smiles sadly and softens his eyes, “They seemed like good people, I’m sorry that they’re not with us anymore…” He see’s Itadori’s confusion after that statement, probably unsure of how he was able to know that. “Due to you being Sukuna’s vessel, I was tasked with keeping an eye out on you and so I have for a  while now, even before you were forced into being so.”

           Itadori’s brow furrows as he thinks of his past. “I did actually feel like I was always being watched.” He lightens his tone, “Not in a creepy way but it’s more like I never felt alone!” He smiles now as his mind is trying to churn all of this information at once. “Why am I here though? Is it because I’m your brother?”

           “No, I would probably just approach you normally if circumstances were different.” Choso almost chuckles at the end of the statement, laughing to himself as if he knew what normal really was. He looks around the room further, ashamed that Itadori’s quarters were so plain and barren. “Getou needs Sukuna to help him defeat Gojo. He needs Elska more or less for the same thing, except she’s also been promised to Naoya by the elders.” He leans forward, closer to Itadori and lowers his voice, “But neither Naoya or myself trust Getou. I specifically aim to destroy everything he is.”

           “I really don’t get it…why are you here working for him then?” Itadori is calmer than he thought he would be given the situation of his abduction. He finds this uncanny urge to trust Choso. His gut hasn’t failed him yet, more like the other way around so he internalizes these thoughts as he listens further to what he has to say. ‘…my brother?’

           “Getou murdered two of our siblings.” Choso stops for a second and brings his hands together slowly as he inhales deeply. The sadness he experiences to this day is clear as the humanity within him longs for salvation of his younger brothers. “I don’t even know why but before I could intervene, Kechizu, the youngest, was killed. Shortly afterwards Eso, the middle one, perished while trying to avenge him.” His hands start to shake as he recalls how close they all were, how Choso was supposed to protect them like he swore he always would. “I’m here to ruin Getou from the inside out. He has hurt so many people and will continue to do so if he remains unchecked.” He thinks about the black-haired woman now and how he failed to save her too. He clenches his fists on his knees while looking down to the cement floors.

           Itadori can’t explain why but an uncontrollable sadness washes over him as he hears Choso’s words of their family. It’s almost as if he found a part of himself that was lost for so long, only to lose it again instantly. ‘Could this really be true?’  Instead of communicating this he asks instead, “Why wait to take him out? Are you hoping he’ll fight Gojo too?”

           “I actually do not care one way or another about Satoru Gojo. The only time he will concern me is if he gets in Naoya’s way with Elska. That’s also why I haven’t harmed Getou yet though, I want to help Naoya be successful in his venture.” Choso’s words trail as he remembers the golden light that cascaded over Naoya before, the sheer power that was emitted from him at that time. “There’s something strange occurring in our cursed energy world Itadori.” He looks to him with complete seriousness, “I have a feeling Gojo isn’t the only complete member of his clan.” He sees Itadori’s raised eyebrow. “I can’t say for sure how much but I can tell you Naoya has unbelievable strength that he’s yet to show anyone. I can’t figure out why he would be so intent on hiding it though. Getou claims to be an orphan with no particularly profound background but he’s so incredibly strong himself that I can’t help but wonder if that’s completely true. That power comes from somewhere at least.”

           “What do you mean by a complete member?” Itadori is still struggling to keep up with everything but is trying his best to wrap his mind around it. His mind takes to different instances where he’s seen Gojo in action and is unsure about how he feels knowing there’s a possibility that Naoya or even others could posses the same realm of strength.

           “Gojo is revered and feared for being the first six eyes user with all other inherited techniques in 300 years…but I have a feeling there may be other clans with the same awakening…like the Zenin’s. Naoya has unwavering power but refuses to let anyone know and I’m beginning to wonder if his desire for confidentiality is due to him possessing the Zenin’s ancient techniques as well.” He leans back further and crosses his own arms as he thinks out loud. “Getou’s strength in itself would hold as a full fledge member but I don’t know which clan his techniques stem from…I’ve never seen or heard of gravity manipulation branching form a lineage.” Choso’s eyes widen in a moment of clarity. “Sukuna might recognize it though, he’s around 1,000 years old!” His eyes shift back to Itadori, “I don’t want you to worry about that right now though, keep your body for yourself.”

“So you’re saying there are others that could potentially be as strong as Gojo sensei?” Itadori’s mouth drops as he thinks of that and fears what that could mean. “Even so, you want to help Naoya but what if I told you that Gojo will stop at nothing to get her back?”

           “That’s partially why the elders have concocted this atrocious plan…they’re hoping for him to attack and initiate the proper means for the elders to vanquish him. If killing him is out of the question I’m sure they won’t hesitate to have him sealed once more.” He sighs as he relives the scene of Naoya holding the dying Elska. His heart shivers at the echoes of his cries that rang through him. “Naoya truly cares about her and I believe him when he says he would never cause her harm. When she was hurt, he fell apart…I’ve never seen him so emotional before…”

           “Sukuna isn’t the most cooperative you know and I also would never give him control to fight Gojo sensei. Not ever.” It’s not often that Itadori speaks so coldly but he can’t help but frown internally about some of the information received. “You would have to fight me and I doubt Elska would ever be convinced to go against him either.” He knows Elska and Gojo love each other and although he oddly trusts Choso, he can’t help but disagree about her being better off with Naoya.

           “I don’t want you giving control to Sukuna either. I detest the thought of you being used like that to hurt the ones you love, regardless of how I feel about them.” He sees Itadori’s eyes light up to this and gives a shy smile to emphasize he was being truthful. “Is there no way that Sukuna would work with us temporarily?” He asks Itadori know more than well enough it was unlikely. The curse is not exactly known for being reasonable.

           “I can try and ask him but I don’t think so…there would have to be something in it for him, probably something terrible.” He throws his arms up in the air to stretch while still sitting, “Plus, Gojo sensei had to suppress Sukuna yesterday so I don’t think he’ll be out for a while.”

           “What do you mean ‘suppressed’ him?” Choso looks distressed and wide eyed.

           “He came out when we saw… something strange and he tried to attack Toji, Gojo and Elska. I think he was trying to take Elska, wanting to…umm…breed I guess with her…” His expression is of embarrassment as he considers he would’ve had to sit front row for that show. “I remember enough but when I woke back up, I didn’t even feel the usual strain from keeping him at bay all of the time like I usually do. It made sense when Gojo told me he locked him down.” Itadori places his hands in his lap as he goes to rest back against the cushion, feeling very casual with Choso and finding himself to respect the honesty he’s receiving.

           “That doesn’t make sense…you can’t just suppress Sukuna…” Choso has brought his hands together, palms flush against each other while the tips of his fingers nudge into his chin.

           “What do you mean?” Itadori is perplexed at this statement as he’s living the proof that he definitely could be subdued. He has to do it all of the time.

           “It just doesn’t work that way with an outsider…he would have had to made a deal with the curse.” He’s now staring at Itadori with concern, not understanding fully what took place. “…and you’ve not felt any issue with him since the occurrence took place?”

           “I mean I still hear him in my head but he’s not trying to overthrow my consciousness.” He’s now finding it odd too, although not wanting to doubt his sensei. “I trust Gojo did what he had to…” Itadori speaks with conviction but now is seriously starting to wonder what it could have been if there was indeed a pact involved. He said it himself just moments ago, in order for Sukuna to cooperate there would have to be some kind of reward or benefit…something awful more than likely. He thinks of everyone back at the academy and wishes he had everyone’s brain power to help him sift through all he’s learned. His expression lights up as he raises to his to face Choso again. “I need to let the others know we’re ok!” He’s now overcome with haste to prompt the others as to what’s going on.

           “Toji has been calling me nonstop but I’m afraid to bring anyone else into the fold. Getou is extremely lethal and he needs to be handled prudently.” With regret in his eyes he asks, “We can make contact with them soon, just not yet. Please, try to understand…”

           Itadori still thinks it’s best to let the others know that they’re ok but also isn’t in the best position to make demands. “I don’t like that part but I’ll wait just a little while.” He’s still looking at Choso, “As soon as it’s ok though, please tell them…I know they’ll worry about us.” He hopes Megumi is doing alright and that Gojo sensei hasn’t lost his mind at them disappearing. “Everyone is against her becoming a Zenin though too, you should know that.”

           He feels terrible for having to ask Itadori to wait to inform his friends but knows it’s absolutely for the best. He’ll probably have a lot of explaining to do when this is all over in order to keep it amicable with Itadori’s party. “I’m grateful that you’ve been so understanding about all of this, I appreciate your willingness to learn about the situation before acting.” He smiles to Itadori again, “As far as her and Naoya go, like I said before, it’s better if I just show you.” Itadori nods to him slowly and can tell he was waiting for that to be explained. “This is how I was able to watch over you for so long.”

           Choso moves to the couch next to Itadori who gladly scoots over to see what he meant. He draws the oval into the air and maps the path to Elska’s quarters. He opens his eyes abruptly when he hears her and Naoya moaning loudly into each other.

“Ahhh!!! WAIT… This isn’t what I meant!” His eyes widen and he becomes red in tint as he embarrassingly moves to look to Itadori for assurance that he doesn’t think he’s a freak. Itadori’s eyes blare open as blushes immediately. He rips his gaze away from the window and stares into the floor awkwardly. It seems like Elska and Naoya were at the end of their sexual floundering but he was still nervous about what Itadori would feel about that and goes to wipe the technique until he hears Getou’s voice.

“No…not again…” Choso is fluster free as he waits to see exactly what Getou is up to by being in there. He’s ready to move if he strikes against Naoya or her. “…Getou.”

           “That’s Getou? What is he doing?” Itadori is watching Getou sit on the bed as Naoya and Elska sit bare into each other. The angle doesn’t show their nudity, aside from Naoya’s ass so he’s not terribly bothered by it but feels uncomfortable for Elska as the supposed dangerous man creeps closer to them. ‘Is she with Naoya too?’ His confusion increases.

           “I don’t know but if he attacks them then the plans change.” He feels his body tensing up as he quickly tries to come up with alternatives that would suffice if shit hits the fan. “What he did to her was unacceptable…I know it’s taking everything in Naoya to let him live.”

           Itadori is watching the way Naoya stands in between Getou and Elska, seeing the fire in his expression. He doesn’t seem as possessive as Gojo even while claiming her at the top of his lungs to Getou’s face. Only the worst of rumors have met his ears about the Zenin clan but everything Naoya is displaying with Elska actually goes against it all. They didn’t value women for anything aside from bearing children, he knew that much. Naoya seems to really care for her well-being though, at least in this interaction. He tenses up too as he sees Getou side step to see Elska.

           “He’s a really bad man Itadori, we can’t let him have his way.” Choso’s brow is furrowed until he see’s Getou leaving the room. “His plan is become an elder, this job is from the elders. If he can ascend to such heights then we will be in a world of hurt.” He then looks to Itadori who is watching Naoya protectively console Elska while watching the door to make sure Getou left. “I am so thankful that didn’t escalate…but I wonder why he went back? Surely he knew Naoya would be with her after what happened…”

           “I don’t know but I’m glad too.” Itadori’s eyes are still still curiously trained onto Naoya and Elska, wondering if something happened between her and Gojo to make her be so seemingly ok with being with Naoya. ‘Everything seemed fine before we left…’ but then he remembers how strange it was that Toji was there naked in their room with them. ‘I completely forgot about that!’ He thinks for a moment but then hollers out, “Toji!! Toji is like her but I’m pretty sure he needs Elska to feed from! He’s my best friend’s dad…” His heart sinks as he thinks of the stress the others must be under with them both missing. It’s more than just being upset at their vanishing, Elska was actually imperative for Toji as far as he knows.

           “Naoya and I are already working on how to handle that. We both care for Toji too and will not see him undone by this.” Choso relays a warm smile as he assures Itadori that no harm will come to anyone if they can help it.

           “That’s…incredible…thank you.” Itadori feels his trust was not misplaced in Choso and is still finding himself surprised by how kind the powerful being is.

           “I will try to arrange it so you and Elska can visit with one another. I know that would probably be nice for both of you.” Choso goes to stand, feeling lighter than ever as his fears fall away about Itadori’s judgment of him. “For now though, I’m going to figure out how we can take care of Toji too.” He starts walking to the door but is stopped as Itadori calls out to him.

           “I still need to let everything soak in but Choso…” Itadori is leaning forward in the yellow cushion, “If you’re really my brother…then I’m happy for that, you seem like a good person.” He smiles to Choso meaning every inch of his visible affection.

           “That brings me the upmost joy.” Choso feels like his heart may have mended slightly from the loss of his other brothers. He was never going to let harm befall Itadori. He was going to be the greatest big brother that has ever lived.

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           Getou found himself extremely irritated with the pressure in his groin. ‘Why do I suddenly want to impale that bitch?’ He’s made it back to his new quarters, although he can’t ignore his disappointment that his lovely black-haired beauty was gone. He never meant for her to die, she actually refrained from breathing even after he released his grasp from around her neck…she genuinely was never going to submit. “Now I have nothing to fuck.”

           He sits back in his brown modern wingback chair as he sighs his frustrations into the air. His eyes are strapped to the ceiling while he storms his brain for an explanation. “Something is definitely up with that fucking girl…” He brings his gaze back down to his lap and knows he’s going to just have to take care of it. Not even the walk minimized the blood flow, he was still throbbingly hard. “Ugh…fuck…”

      ��    He unzips his suit pants and lifts his hips so he can push them down to his knees. His bulge is prominent through his light grey briefs. As he slides those down as well, he grabs himself and begins to stroke. He tries to picture his black-haired goddess, the one he wanted for so long but the disappointment of her resistance causes his hands to stop the jerking motions. Not even his fondest memories of debauchery of with her were doing it for him. “Fucking women… almost completely useless creatures.” He closes his eyes and begins to pump himself again but this time his mind takes to Elska.

           He’s imagining how entitling it would feel to pummel her throat with his length. “Maybe then she wouldn’t have anything distasteful to say.” He’s actually finding himself very turned on by the idea as he pictures how pitiful her face would be as her tears flow down her face to his stretching. “Mmmmmm” He’s liking the idea more and more as he visualizes her lips meeting the base of his member, him jutting his hips into her to further abuse the situation. He can almost hear her gagging as he continuously spreads her throat. Her trying to push him away while he absolutely controls the situation sends a twinge to his testicles. “Fuck…yes…”

           He’d wrap his hand into her brown hair and yank her off so he could see her disheveled expression as her saliva connects them both. He would then degrade her verbally, call her a slut and make her say that she liked it before slamming himself back into her mouth. He might even spit on her and smear it with his glistening tip. His hand finds an increased rhythm as he pictures fucking her face so horribly that her eyes can’t even remain open… but that’s when he’d command her to look at him. When she fails to do so he’d remove himself from her mouth hastily and slap her a few times…the last one being hard enough for her to fall to her side.

           He figures she would try to scurry away but he’d grab the chains wrapped around her and pull her back towards him while she screams out in horror. Her stomach would have contact with the floor but he’d use her metal restraints to bound her arms behind her back as he straddles her flattened body from over top. He allows his imagination to run wild as he forces himself into her completely while she lies on the floor in displeasure. “Take it like the nasty little whore you are.” He mumbles to himself as he continues to yank himself off. He’s so hard by this point he’s unsure of how long he’ll last like this but is salivating as the imagined scenario plays further.

           She would likely still fight him, so he’d have to use his body weight to keep her pinned as he violently thrusts into her. It wouldn’t be fun to use his technique. He even pictures her crying his name out in distress and finds it so exhilarating that he almost felt himself get close to releasing. “God…I would fucking dominate her…” His brow furrows as his eyes remained closed, fist still engulfing his extension rapidly. He then wonders what it would be like to do so in front of Naoya. He bites his lip and he entices himself further to the depravity of breaking him while simultaneously breaking her in. It would be better if Gojo were there too though.

           Naoya would be trapped by gravity no doubt but would be purposefully positioned in such a way that the only thing he could see would be Getou splitting her. He’d probably yell to no end, announcing threat after threat as he helplessly watches her body bounce off the floor from his crude impacts. He’d then grab her by the neck and bend her backwards so she’d have to look up to Naoya.

           “He’s not such a great prince now, is he?” While her tears roll down her face, he’d snap his hips a few times for additional effect as she’s made to take it all. He imagines she’d somehow be sopping wet from this as he grips his length a few times to simulate her spasms around him. “Fuuuck…” his light moans now erupt as he continues. He can see himself laughing in her ear, mocking her whines before pulling out from her and lining up for a different type of punishment. He’d broadcast boisterously to Naoya that he was going to ruin every useable orifice of hers, reveling in the fear that would stem from them both. He bets that as he nudges into her rear she would wince and attempt to scoot, attempt to run away from him. He of course wouldn’t allow that.

           As he pictures himself ramming relentlessly, he can’t help but let the thoughts of him wrecking her all over bring him to his release. The images in his mind are so fucking wonderful that he just keeps replaying that specific switch of holes over and over until he’s finally filling his hand with his contents.

           Upon opening his eyes, he certainly felt relieved but also is disgusted in himself for thinking of her to get there. “What a fucking mess.” He looks to his hand that’s seeping DNA and stands to halfway pull his pants up to go wash his hands, trying not to do drip on the suit along the way. He’s confused as to why he had felt so compelled do that, why he wasn’t able to stave off masturbating. “I have to figure out what it is about her that causes these…issues.” He’s lost in thought as he washes his hands extensively, not meaning to for as long as he was. He turns the water off at the porcelain sink and dries his hands on a rough green towel hanging on the grey papered wall near it. He would rather not use his clan technique to spy on her but feels it might be necessary to get to the bottom of things. It’s that or he jeopardizes the entire operation by going back to her room and fucking her senseless. He’d be forced to kill Naoya then too. “There’s too much on the line.”

           He then thinks to grab his phone, he has a lot of updates to report.

           He dials the number, it being saved into his memory versus the phone. As it rings, he holds the phone between shoulder and chin as he fastens his pants again. He’s trying to pretend that he didn’t just fuck his hand to the thought of her. ‘Unacceptable’. The phone line picks up after the third ring and he’s met with a voice on the other end.

           “I would just like to inform you that we have them both.” A smirk now forms across his lips as he’s happy to finally be able to say that. “We still don’t have Gojo but with the girl and the vessel here, we can corrupt them and force them to join us.”

           “We can certainly try with the vessel but there are major risks that pose a threat with repeating the same manipulations on the girl’s mind.” The tone of the male voice on the other end is calm but also domineering. “If her mind breaks, we can’t hope to predict what that will mean.”

           “Why is everyone so concerned about this? We can just fucking kill her if it doesn’t work. She’s not as necessary as you all seem to think.” Getou is irritated by that response, he would really rather the bitch be out of the equation totally…he truly does not want to be adhered to her.

           “You still have much to learn Getou, do not act rashly.” The other person clears their throat. “If she loses control, we don’t know how powerful she will be. We cannot guarantee that we’ll be able to contain it.”

           “Well she certainly isn’t going to accept her fate with me either, I can almost assure that.” Getou’s frustration is obvious as he unknowingly taps his fingers along the surface of the table in front of him.

           “She doesn’t have to be willing, she just needs to remain unharmed. I know you detest the idea but you have to keep her safe, she’s just part of the bigger the picture.”

           “Tch. You’re right, I definitely don’t care for that.” Getou is now twirling the ends of his hair that have escaped his bun. He was smarter than to let them know of his recent theft of her wing, he knew that wasn’t allowed. “When can we get this ball rolling again?”

           “You should have a meeting coming up in the next couple of days with the elders. Just keep your focus and mind yourself for a short while longer. Everything is going rather smoothly now.”

           “I have a feeling that Zenin may try to undermine me, he’s hiding something important, I can tell.” He thinks of Naoya’s drastic change in personality within the last few months, ashamed in his former accomplice’s weakness for the girl. “What do I do if he tries to take her?”

           “You don’t allow that to happen.” The voice is now dreadful with seriousness, “You’re the next head of the clan so you will have to behave as such and be able to navigate these kinds of situations. We’ve waited 900 years for someone like you to be born again, you cannot mess this up.”

           Getou slams his fist down on table. “Just let me kill the fucker and it’ll be dealt with! What’s the point of having all of this power if I can’t use it to wipe out our enemies?”

           “You will get your chance to but you first have to face Satoru…or have you given up on that timeless revenge?”

           “Of course not, I am eager to hurt that fucking cunt…we’re just so close and I’m losing my patience.” Getou realizes this revelation as he speaks it out loud. He’s usually so good about waiting, he has for all these years anyways so what’s a few more weeks or even a month? Getou thinks of his mentor and all of the admiration he had for him, how Gojo himself snuffed the one light in his life.

When Getou was a child of age 5, he had a typical temper tantrum for not receiving his way, most kids do. The difference here was in this same moment, all of his abilities came to fruition from the astronomical magnitude of emotions he experienced. Being so young, he was not able to control the feelings nor was he aware of it being a problem, he simply just felt them. Without meaning to, Getou unleashed his gravity technique and slowly crushed his parents to death, horridly watching the life fade from them as their cries silenced to trade for growing amounts of surrounding blood. He hadn’t a way of understanding that was even him that caused it, he was just plastered in place, immobilized by fear. This was a moment of evolution in his life being that he was then recognized as the long-awaited youth that reclaimed the clan’s ancient techniques. His growth came at the price of his heart for the memory is so fucking horrifically shattering, he can still recall it clearly to this day. Often times it takes place of his dreams causing him to constantly feel tired and unrested.

He was secretly celebrated amongst his clan’s elders and people after this, them all putting the faith and responsibility of absolute greatness on the young boy’s shoulder. He may have developed differently had he more support but the same members also feared his capabilities and much like Gojo in a sense, suffered the duality of his existence. There was only one man that had the strength in his heart to raise Getou, to provide him with the backbone he so desperately needed. Genghis Temujin.

Gojo’s killed so many in their clan and each death weighs on Getou but he can never move beyond the fact that his mentor suffered extremely at Gojo’s hands. ‘Experiments…’ It’s been years since the silver shaman abused his clan but for years before that, they agonized immensely under his tyrannous involvement. His clan was pertinent to Gojo’s goals then…and it would help them advance their own ideas along with the elders as well so they remained compliant.

           “Alright then. I need to you gather yourself, there’s much to do in the small time remaining.” The voice pauses but then proceeds, “Indulge Zenin for a while longer, you may need him even with the help we expect from the vessel against Gojo. If he’s so enthralled with the girl then surely, he’ll fight to keep her there.”

           Getou sighs in annoyance some more, trying to center his brain around the true task at hand. “I understand and I will make sure everything is ready over here.” He hears them say “Perfect” before the phone clicks and gives tone of a dead line. Getou slowly lowers the phone from his ear as he relishes in the excitement that they’re that much closer from eliminating every single one of their obstacles.

           “Master Genghis…” his eyes become dead in sight as he imagines the amount of agony his mentor suffered. His purpose is embedded back into his thoughts as he allows his own darkness to soothe his physical body.

“I will avenge everyone.”

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A tattoo for a lost bet - Fd!au (2 / 3)

This fanfiction is based on the Family Dynamic au made by @antarctic-bay if you would like to know more, go check them out!!!

Also please bear in mind that the things written in this might not be canon!

This fic was corrected by the lovely @im-default

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Techno and Skeppy bet on stupid things, and sometimes their bets can have very severe consequence if lost.

If you want to, look at what Minetra’s desing of Techno tattoo

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Tw! Betting, swearing. Btw, this is very long

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It was quite hard to keep such a big tattoo hidden from everyone, that was probably the only regret Techno had, but apart from that, he was actually quite enjoying his “rushed” decision.

It had passed enough time that he could carry his bag on both shoulders and didn’t have to put bandages anymore, just moisturizing cream and avoiding the sun.

Apart from some curious stares from Tommy, everyone else didn’t suspect anything… well, that was what he hoped.

He was expecting Skeppy to laugh at him for getting a floral themed tattoo, but on the contrary, Skeppy loved it very much. He was also the only one that knew about Techno’s tattoo, so he felt special when Techno changed next to him or took off his hoodie to reveal it, it felt like one of those pinky promises girls made with their BFF's. There was no denying that Skeppy was a bit clingy and overprotective with Techno, so it really felt special.

But of course, to keep that secret a secret, Techno had to get some habits to avoid showing his elbow and shoulders:

Taking off his hoodie if he had a t-shirt was a bad idea, so if it was a little warmer he had to deal with the heat, nothing too bad. Before and after P.E., he had to change in the bathroom stalls, sneakingly taking his clothes and changing without any teacher noticing, it wasn’t hard.

T-shirts were a no-go, but it was autumn, he would have thought about how to deal with the heat when the situation arose. The only time he wore t-shirts was as a PJ, but he made sure to wear it once in his room right before jumping into bed.

The few time he slipped up and was about to get caught were pretty stupid: One time Wilbur walked in the bathroom while Techno was having a shower, good thing he was on his phone though, so he walked in, gave Techno a minor heart attack, brushed his teeth while checking socials and walked out.

Another time was during P.E. he was so concentrated on dodgeball he didn’t realize that he had rolled up his sleeves, he didn’t notice it for about thirty minutes or so until Skeppy walked up to him, softly smacked him and pointed at his arms, good thing everyone else was also pretty concentrated and there was too much pressure and adrenaline to notice a small hint of ink on his arm.

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It was a pretty chill morning, the alarms didn’t go off yet but Tommy was already awake.

After taking his time in the bathroom, enjoying the fact that for once he wasn’t crushed by his brothers rushing to get out before they were too late. He almost went to have breakfast but stopped, noticing that Techno’s room wasn’t locked.

Techno had always had this habit to lock his room’s door before going to bed, yes, Phil allowed him to do so only because all of the door’s keys were the same.

The young Pandel couldn’t stop thinking about how Techno’s left shoulder looked a little bit puffier, it had returned to normal recently but Tommy couldn’t help but worry about his brother: He knew by experience that it looked awfully familiar to a bandage, did Techno get hurt? Did someone beat him up? If someone had dared beat him up he was going to-

His mind was too offuscated by worry and anger to think straight, so he carefully entered Techno’s room, he was a pretty heavy sleeper so the chances of waking him up were slim, but he still approached him carefully.

He was laying on his stomach, sheets unpinned from the mattress and his small crown pillow and pig plushie were at each side of his head.

He walked up to the right side of the bed to notice something coming out of his sleeve all the way to his elbow. In the darkness he couldn’t see what it was, but the small strays of light coming from the blinds made it look like… Ink?

Tommy shook his head and took out his phone to use the flashlight, there was no way Techno had gotten a tattoo, Phil would have never allowed it, plus he didn’t tell them about it so-

His eyes widened in shock as he covered his mouth to avoid screaming, it took all of his will power to not drop the phone.

T-Techno had a tattoo? HIS nerdy brother Techno had a tattoo?!

He shined the light on his elbow again to see better the simple floral design contrasting on Techno’s pale skin. He lightly pinched and moved the hem of the sleeve to find that the tattoo kept going.

He gulped in anticipation and grabbed the collar of his t-shirt to reveal his shoulder.

Tommy emitted a small noise after dropping to the ground and pushing himself all the way to the wall behind him.

What the fuck?

He quickly turned off the light and placed his hands on his ears, but instead of blocking out noises, he wanted to keep his thoughts away.

What was happening? Why did Techno get a tattoo without asking and without telling?!

Tommy’s head started spinning, he needed fresh air.

After bolting out of Techno’s room and opening the window in his room, taking long, deep breaths, he decided he couldn’t keep this for himself, if Phil found out Techno was going to be in huge trouble:

He had to speak with Wilbur.

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Tommy

Wilbur meet me in the cafeteria at

lunch, usual table.

Wooly

Wtf do you want gremlin?

Tommy

I’m serious Will, meet. me.

there.

Wooly

Fine, but listen to your

lecture. Gremlin child.

Rolling his eyes, he placed the phone in his pocket, how was he supposed to focus on the class when Techno could potentially be in big trouble?

Yes, he was mad that Techno had gotten a tattoo without asking and he had gotten one before he did, but he couldn’t let him get in trouble with Phil just because he was jealous.

As soon as the bell rang and the class ended, he b-lined to the cafeteria, grabbing his lunch and sitting at the table he and Wilbur usually met at.

While waiting impatiently, out of the corner of his eyes he noticed Techno sitting alone, reading a book while listening to music.

Wilbur sat down in front of him, “What do you want” Tommy took a deep breath, placing his elbows on the table and allowing his forehead to lean on his intertwined hands, he started speaking.

“Techno betrayed us, Wilbur” the brown-haired boy bent his head to one side, “and he could potentially be in big trouble, big I tell you” Wilbur shot a glance at Dream who was approaching Techno’s table, sitting next to him and taking one of his earbuds and placing it in his ear, Techno didn’t seem to mind.

He now also placed his elbows on the table and intertwined his fingers in a reflecting pose, “Elaborate”.

Tommy took another deep breath and started explaining to Wilbur what he knew. From his suspicion of the puffier shoulder, to the thought that it could have been a bandage, to him seeing the tattoo this morning.

Wilbur’s eyes widened, going back between Techno and Tommy, “T-there is no way Techno did such a thing Tommy, don’t be childish” he tried to regain his composure, “W-Will I’m not lying! You have to trust me it’s true!”

Wilbur didn’t want to believe Tommy, but he felt that what he was saying was true.

“There is only one way to find out” He got on his feet and walked to Techno’s direction, Tommy doing the same.

“Hello Dream, hello brother” He greeted the two boys, both too concentrated in their books to notice the world around them.

“I need to talk to you Techno, mind if I take him for a few minutes?” Techno leaned his head to one side, when Wilbur called him brother it was never a good sign.

“Oh sure, we weren’t doing anything either way.” he gave Techno the left earbud back and greeted him as he left with his two brothers. They looked awfully serious, hopefully, Techno wasn’t in any trouble.

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“Take your hoodie off”

“No”

They had locked themselves into one of the supply closets, the smell of pavement cleaner and bleach filled their nostrils every time they inhaled.

“Why not Technoblade?” Wilbur had a very serious expression on his face, Tommy wasn’t talking, too scared to interrupt any psychological trick he was probably pulling on his brother.

“Why should I?” The older brother exhaled audibly, “You don’t have a choice Techno. Take. your. hoodie. off.”

Was this the end?

Techno took his red hoodie off, revealing a dark grey shirt with a white print spelling “Whatever” with three dots.

“Where is it Tommy” He looked back at the young blonde boy almost hiding behind him, “l-left arm” he stuttered, Wilbur looked back at Techno and looked at him right in the eyes.

“You either pull up your left sleeve, or I pull up your left sleeve” Wilbur didn’t like to be this threatening, but he knew that if he wasn’t, Techno was just going to ignore him.

This was the end

Looking down at the floor, Techno sighed and slowly pulled his sleeve up to his elbow, he couldn’t look at his brother’s reaction, but he could feel their gaze of disappointment, shock and betrayal on his skin.

“Why did you get a tattoo Technoblade?! Are you mad?” “I didn’t have a choice Wilbur” “What kind of excuse is that?! Of course you had a choice! Why did you not ask first” “Phil wouldn’t have agreed-” “There is a GOOD FUCKING REASON WHY HE WOUNDN’T HAVE AGREED!!!” Wilbur slammed his fist on the metallic locker, making a harsh noise that made everyone jump.

Silence fell between the brothers, none of them was able to look at each other. Tommy was expecting Wilbur to get angry, but not this angry.

The sound of the bell announcing the return to class, made Wilbur straighten his back, “I will tell Phil about this when he comes back, I’m sorry to give him this news after a tiring day of work, but we will talk about this more after dinner.” He unlocked the door as Techno put his hoodie back on, “After school, you’re coming back straight home, even if I struggle to trust you right now Technoblade, I trust you to do as I said.” Wilbur nodded at Tommy to follow him out, leaving Techno to grab his backpack and leave after them. He wasn’t hoping it would go like this.

After sitting down in his class, he took his phone out and texted the only person he could think of right now.

Technoblade

If I die tonight, you get my

potato farm.

Nerd

Why lol

Nerd

Don’t tell me Phil found out

about the tattoo

Technoblade

He will when Wilbur tells

him

Nerd

OH SHIT

Nerd

I’ll pray for you to come

back alive tomorrow at

school

Technoblade

You’re not helping me

Skeppy

The professor entered the classroom and started his lecture, Techno left his phone in the pocket of his hoodie for almost thirty minutes. He was about to place it back in his backpack as he glanced at the notification coming from Skeppy:

New message from Nerd

This is also my fault, sorry dude, I’ll help you

tomorrow with anything I can

Techno smiled and slipped the phone in his backpack, Skeppy was chaotic, but when he wanted, he could be very thoughtful and nice.

[snackhobi]

hi bestie i have been so so lonely lately and the first thing that came to mind was to read your work because i always identify so much with the emotions of your main characters in a sad way because honestly i feel unlovable too :( I've never been in a real relationship and seeing everyone around me in love makes me feel lacking even though I know that I'm NOT. I've come a long way with body confidence but I don't feel loved or desired or wanted, and you always manage to capture that in your main characters. It makes me bawl how gentle you write love, it's healing and hopeful and it makes me want to stop being disillusioned.

Also I have a new crush at my work and I haven't had a real crush in forever but I never do anything about it so it's whatever. I'll just walk around and enter any florist shops I see and hope for the best 😞

hi my love 💖 first things first I want to say how much of an honour it is that reading my writing is the first thing you think of doing when you’re feeling lonely. to be any sort of comfort or place of gentleness is a real privilege and I’m glad that something I’ve created can be that for you.

I’m sorry you’re feeling lonely and unlovable. it’s a horrible way to feel and it’s so insidious - you can look at yourself and on a logical, rational level know that you are lovable, you are worthy of love, but then that voice in your head tells you’re not and it’s no wonder you feel sad. we all want to be loved and adored but it can be so hard to voice that out loud and you can feel so isolated with the feeling of it, especially when you see the people around you and how they’re loved, or how they’re definitely worthy of love, and then you turn that lens on yourself and you find yourself lacking.

whenever I find myself that way, I remind myself of the love that I have in my life, and the love that I’ve found, and the love I’m still finding, day by day. it’s why I write love the way I do - love is bright and brilliant, and it’s also quiet and warming; it fills you and it nourishes you and buoys you up. you’re surrounded by so much love, from everyone close to you, friends and family, even if it’s not something you actively think about; it’s not romantic love, I know, but I think about how deeply I’m cherished and I hold that close. I think about how time goes on and we meet more people and how it is that sometimes we just click with them, and how they become woven into our lives and then we look back and wonder how we ever did without them. it’s almost a sort of blink-and-you’ll-miss-it situation, where one day you’re strangers and the next you’re best friends and you don’t even question it because you’ve already been through so many things together and it’s just the way things are now, you know?

it’s easy to become disillusioned with love, I know. it’s easy to think of love as something that happens to other people, and not you. it’s easy to feel like you’re waiting for something that you’re not sure is even coming for you. but you will find love and it will happen for you. I can’t promise it’ll be easy, and I can’t promise you won’t be uncertain, or it won’t be confusing - but our capacity for love grows each time we meet someone new and special to us and we love every person we know in a different, unique way, and when you meet the person who clicks with you on a level you’ve never experienced until that moment, you’ll learn an entirely new and wonderful way of loving and being loved and it’ll be an incredible feeling.

crushes at work are hard, too! I don’t blame you for not doing anything about them; if things get weird then you still have to work with that person (trust me I’m speaking from experience,,,,) but that’s not to say you can’t be friends with them! I know it’s not easy but maybe you could try talking to them? it’s scary as hell but I’ve managed to make friends with people I’ve crushed on and even if nothing has come out of it, I’ve made a friend. do you think you could do the same?

wow this was a long response. anyway. please know that I love you and I hope your loneliness eases soon 💕

[ficforce]

Burns Relationship Alphabet

Two types of F!Reader

A- Activity (What is their favourite activity to do with Y/N.) Quiet Reader: Y/N and the Captain like using their days off to go on trips, it may seem boring but they like to check out the churches on the edges of the Empire, they’re small and charming. Most of them are located outside of towns and often surrounded by green grass. They’re not as grand as company 1’s Cathedral but they’re humble and peaceful. They go for the journey more than anything and to be away from people they know - it makes it easier to be themselves. Loud Reader: Burns is rather generous and he likes to buy things for Y/N, she always tells him she can get it herself but he ignores her and does what he wants. Y/N likes clothing and has far too many outfits, a way around their disagreement on parents is for Leonard to take her out shopping for an outfit he’d like to see her in. It’s Win/Win. B- Beginnings (How do they act in the beginning of a relationship) Quiet Reader: The Captain was adamant he would never have a relationship, he had too many secrets and did far too much of the Church’s dirty work for it to ever be safe to have a partner. So when he met Y/N after a horrific fire that took her home and her roommate, he didn’t think offering her shelter in Company 1 was going to be an issue… But as she came to him for guidance or someone to talk to about losing her faith, he couldn’t help but lower his defences around her. When Y/N made the first move to kiss him, he rejected her as gently as he could. He couldn’t risk putting her in danger or having her be used as bait. She didn’t give up though and Y/N eventually wriggled her way into his arms and heart. She doesn’t mind that their relationship is secret. Loud Reader: Y/N is aware of Leonard’s involvement in the darker side of the church, she’s in the same line of work. She lost her faith a long time ago but defends that people need something to believe in to keep them hopeful, she’s a bit of a hypocrite in church standards. At first, she didn’t like the man at all, she thought he was a pious idiot who happened to be very attractive - a waste of a man. It wasn’t until she saw him completely disregard certain rules in the interest of doing the right thing, he didn’t judge and he didn’t condescend; if he did it was in order to fire someone up to make them stronger. After tha,t she began to talk to him more and at some point, she shoved him into a wall and, despite his meagre protests, had her way with him. They’re rather casual about their relationship but it’s not shared publicly.

C- Communication (Are they good communicators? How do they normally talk about their problems or solve issues)

Quiet Reader: Leonard is an excellent listener, it’s part of his job description as a priest but he’s always been quiet and prefers to hear people out. Y/N knows she can talk to him about anything, his life experience and his kindness make it easy - he never judges her. He’s honest enough to tell her when he thinks she’s wrong and isn’t selfish with the advice he gives her. Y/N is a little sad that he doesn’t talk so openly with her. She knows he’s hiding things and she knows it’s to keep her safe but also because he swore to God that he would keep certain secrets. It can make it hard for him to speak to her when he needs to and even though she gets it, it can get frustrating. Sometimes Captain Burns will simply want to hold her for a while and it helps as much as a conversation can. Loud Reader: They don’t talk about their feelings or problems very often, they both have things they can’t talk about and it’s simply not that kind of relationship. They’re experts at avoiding certain conversations, they understand why the other can’t speak and that causes some tension at times. Leonard and Y/N’s relationship is mostly physical, they’re seeking comfort, not a confidante. D- Drunk (What are they like when they’re drunk) Quiet Reader: She’s not big on drinking, Y/N can handle a half bottle of wine before she’s unsteady on her feet and feels like she’s floating. When she’s drunk she gets a little emotional, whether it’s joy or sadness she usually ends up with someone handing her a tissue. Loud Reader: Y/N likes expensive liqueurs, she had a high metabolism so its hard for her to stay at a contact level of drunk before burning off the effects. She becomes playful at that point and likes to prank people. Once that involved replacing Karim’s pillows with blocks of ice… he wasn’t impressed. Leonard doesn’t drink often and he’s yet to get drunk, he finds that alcohol burns out of his system very quickly because of his ability… It at least allows him to keep an eye on Y/N and her drunken tricks. E- Emergency (How are they in emergency situations? Y/N gets hurt, they get hurt, someone is dying etc..) Quiet Reader: Y/N is terrified of fire, since the incident with her roommate she can’t keep her head when flames are involved. She freezes and is more likely to get herself trapped then out of harms way. If someone is injured or it’s a general emergency, Y/N is very good at helping people and getting them to safety - she’s usually the one calling the emergency services whilst people panic. Burns really worries when he knows there’s a fire incident in her area, he always hopes that the Infernal won’t get that close but he also knows that just the thought of it will scare Y/N. He makes a point to call her before he leaves on a mission to tell her he’s dealing with it. It’s not much but he hopes it puts her at ease. Loud Reader: Some might think she’s heartless but Y/N shows little compassion when someone is hurt and once she knows they won’t make it she tends to leave them behind. It’s not that she doesn’t care, it’s just that she can’t let herself get too emotionally involved. If she lets herself get too close then she’ll struggle to keep control of the situation and others could get hurt. She might seem like a bitch but at least everyone is alive. Leonard knows she can be strict during missions and he knows that she expects him to order her around like anyone else until they’re alone. He knows that outwardly she seems fine but on the inside, she’s having massive anxieties. F- Free Spot (I’ll give you any headcanon I come up with) Quiet Reader: Y/N and the Captain were married in a private ceremony in a church far out of the way, six months later she found out she was pregnant and Leonard bought her a house in the safest part of Tokyo he could find. They have a son. Very few people know about his family and it’s always a good day when he can come home to see them both. Loud Reader:

Y/N runs a convent on the edge of Tokyo, she’s very protective of her girls and every one of them is a second or third generation. It means she’s often busy with helping them learn but she won’t let Haijima take them to their labs to ‘monitor’. There have been times she’s gotten in trouble for physically stopping them but Company 1 are conveniently always on hand to help get her out of a tight spot. G- Gifts (What kind of gifts do they give? What kind of gifts do they get?) Quiet Reader: She gave him a son. It took her nine months of preparation and it was hard work delivering such a precious gift. Y/N can’t often get him gifts because of the secrecy of their relationship and because she’s a full time mother and housekeeper. Burns pays for everything and he makes sure there is money in her account to treat herself and their child. She’ll always make his favourites when he comes home and makes sure he has everything he needs. Loud Reader: She buys him expensive shirts. He gets through them rather fast. Whether it’s the enemy or himself, they always get burnt or torn. Y/N knows his measurements and has them tailor made, another gift she’s fond of giving him is hair ties. Everything has to be fireproofed. Burns is also a giver of clothing, he knows how much she loves clothes and accessories. Her favourite gift from him was an anklet with a little lions head charm. H- Hugs (How do they show affection/cuddle) Quiet Reader: When he comes home, Leonard is very affectionate with Y/N and she still gets giddy every time he holds her. Whether it’s sitting on the sofa with he arm around her whilst she leans into him or simply standing at the entrance way when he’s first gotten in - she gets excited and can’t think. Loud Reader: She’s not afraid to hand off his arm, even in public, and he doesn’t do much about it. He tends to look exasperated with her and people think he’s trying not to be difficult with Y/N but in truth, he likes the feeling of her hand on his bicep. In private he’s more inclined to let her nuzzle into him and mumble about him being too warm. I- Irritation (What is something that irritates them? How do they show their irritation?) Quiet Reader: She’s pretty verbal when it comes to being irritated. Y/N will usually tell someone when they’re being unreasonable and doesn’t back down easily. If it’s something she can’t face head on then she’ll get irritated and go into aggressive cleaning mode. It’s best to leave her alone until she’s calmed down. Loud Reader: On the outside, she’ll look pretty calm even if she’s thinking about different ways to murder her problem. People can usually tell when she’s annoyed because her third gen ability will begin to show and the air around her gets pretty heavy. Again, it’s best to leave her alone. J- Jackpot (How would they spend their winnings if they won the lottery?) Quiet Reader: It would be nice to pay for everything for once and take the pressure off of Burns, Y/N knows their son would love to spend more time with his father so she would hope that there would be a way to go somewhere far away to spend time as a family. That kind of money buys silence and time. The likelihood would be that Leonard would suggest saving it - in case he becomes unable to support them one day… Loud Reader: She’s going to give half of it to her convent and the rest she will use to buy herself out of the dirty dealings of the church. Y/N thinks she’s already worked her debt owed but money talks. K- Kryptonite (What is their ultimate weakness?) Quiet Reader: Fire. Y/N is petrified of it. She can’t breathe or even think coherently near it. Y/N knows that Burns would never hurt her, he has complete control of his ability but even then she struggles to see him when he creates flames. Even candles make her uneasy. Burns is worried she’ll get herself in trouble because of this, she’s unpowered and he knows how fast a person can go up in smoke. Loud Reader: She made the mistake of showing her weakness and now she lives in fear of it being used against her. The

convent she runs is full of girls as young as two and as old as fifteen, they’re vulnerable and Y/N is the only thing keeping them from being used by the church or Haijima. Captain Burns knows she’ll do something stupid in order to protect the convent and he knows it will be hard to choose sides when it happens. L- Laughter (What makes them laugh?) Quiet Reader: She’s not one to carelessly laugh at just anything, Y/N is sweet but still serious at times and Leonard takes great joy in making her laugh. It can be something as simple as bringing her flowers or rubbing his beard against her skin to make her giggle. Loud Reader: Y/N’s the kind of woman who laughs when people fall over. She likes a good joke and she plays harmless tricks on people. Burns thinks it’s a little childish but somehow finds himself smiling at her antics. M- Morning ( How do they wake up in the morning? Are they a morning person or a morning grouch?) Quiet Reader: Y/N has always been an early riser and is pretty cheery, she enjoys making proper coffee and is especially happy when she can cook for several people. The only time she sleeps in a little is when Leonard pulls her close and tells her to stay a little. Loud Reader: She has to get up early most days and go to prayer, she’s so glad she doesn’t have to lead it and can be as dazed as she likes until breakfast. Burns has had to manhandle her out of bed on occasion so they can start the day. N- Needy (When do they feel particularly needy? How do they show it?) Quiet Reader: Because she rarely gets to see Burns and when they’re in a public setting they have to pretend to be friends, Y/N is very needy when they’re together. She feels like she needs to make up for lost time. She lavishes him with attention and he does the same. Loud Reader: The only times he’s ever seen her be needy were when she lost a loved one and when she let herself get too involved in a mission. She broke down each time. The loss of the child at the convent had seen her lock herself away for days until Burns had come to knock the door down. The second he had been within reach she had held onto him like her life depended on it. The second time was when she failed a mission and got her comrades killed, Leonard had rescued her and she had once more clung to him, asking him not to leave her alone. O- Oasis (Where is their happy place? Where would they go if they didn’t have anything holding them back?) Quiet Reader: Captain Burns wishes he could go home to wife and child one day and never have to leave. If he had nothing holding him back then that’s all he would need to be happy for the rest of his life. For now, they enjoy their trips to the countryside. Loud Reader: Y/N loves spending time with her girls at the convent. They’re such a handful and there’s always something to laugh about or celebrate. They get very excited when Captain Burns or Karim or Foien come to visit. Leonard enjoys the visits too and he often hides candy in his coat pockets - if the nuns can get to it before it melts they can have it. (He always brings treats that don’t get melted too) P- Pain (How do they handle pain? How do they handle when Y/N are in pain?) Quiet Reader: She’s a trooper, she barely ever complains about pain and will ignore it until she can’t anymore. She figures that it will just go away but then it gets too much and she wishes she had just taken some painkillers an hour earlier. Burns gets irritated when she gets herself in such a state but will look after her until it passes. Loud Reader: Y/N gets hurt on missions, she’s been hit, stabbed and shot at least once in her life. She’s the type of person who needs to have a scream and a little cry before soldiering on. Burns has patched her up before and she’s done the same for him. Q- Quote (What’s a quote that fits them and your relationship) Quiet Reader: “I hope you find someone you can’t live without. I really do. And I hope you never have to know what it’s like to have to try and live without them.” - Kiera Cass Loud Reader: “I love the

grey area between right and wrong.” - Dan Brown R- Reunion (How do they celebrate seeing Y/N after a long time of being apart) Quiet Reader: Burns is always flattered when Y/N practically slides across the floor in her eagerness to greet him, he takes her into his arms and presses kisses to her face until she forces him to kiss her mouth. They don’t hide the fact that they want each other and if their child isn’t in, they head straight to the bedroom. Y/N has usually prepared his favourite meal for him. Loud Reader: In their younger days they would see each other quite often but when she took control of the convent and Burn’s became Captain it changed. They were both busier, their jobs more legitimate but needing their full attention. When they meet they waste no time in catching up, they don’t always have sex but neither would refuse the other. Sometimes it’s nice to chat about dumb stuff from the past and present. S- Stress (What stresses them out? How do deal with stress and how do they relieve it?) Quiet Reader: She doesn’t tend to get stressed. If she does it’s usually because she’s planned too much for one day and something’s gone drastically wrong. Burns doesn’t usually show when he’s stressed but Y/N senses it when he comes home, he’s tired and she is always intent on helping him forget work for a little while. Loud Reader: When she’s not on a mission she can get quite stressed - it’s difficult getting thirty to forty nuns to behave themselves and not burn the convent down… Thank Sol for alcohol. T- Terror (What are they afraid of?) Quiet Reader: Flames. Her best friend and roommate Spontaneously Combusted and set fire to their home. Y/N was trapped and was just barely rescued by Company 1. She lost everything. Loud Reader: Y/N used to be an Evangelist White Clad, she betrayed them for the Holy Church of Sol and joined their underground operations to pay for her ‘sins’. Later she got out of full time duty and was able to open her convent. There’s always a fear that the Evangelists will seek revenge or that the church will threaten her girls in order to get her back to work. U- Unique (What is a quirk that is unique to them?) Quiet Reader: Y/N is an excellent cook and her neighbours often ask her to bake cakes for parties. Loud Reader: She can do a backflip… it’s not really unique but she’s pretty proud of it. V- Violence (Do they fight a lot? Are they a good fighter? What is their fighting style?) Quiet Reader: Her ability to fight is nil. Y/N has never been in a fight and nor would she ever want to be in one. She’s not a violent person and she doesn’t like witnessing fights either, she doesn’t see why people can’t just talk things out. Loud Reader: She’s an excellent fighter, her speciality is knives and her ability gives her an edge (no pun intended). Y/N’s a bit of a hot head so argues with people mostly. Her fighting ability was honed in order to serve God - Don’t make her have to use it for stupidity. W- Wow (What does Y/N do that really surprises them? What do they do that Y/N really likes?) Quiet Reader: Leonard is always impressed with how dedicated she is when she sets her mind to something. Almost nothing can stop her. Y/N isn’t afraid to admit that Leonard Burns’ entire being leaves her in awe. Loud Reader: Y/N has never seen Leonard be moved once he’s planted himself, no enemy has ever knocked him down and she’s even tried to move him herself. He’s a mountain that cannot be budged. X- (Explicit headcanon. For all you degenerates) Quiet Reader: She likes to bite him. He loves when she climbs over him and teases him with her nails and teeth, considering she’s against violence and is generally sweet natured, it never ceases to excite him. Loud Reader: Y/N isn’t afraid to dominate the Captain, she knows he likes her to take the reigns for a while and it’s hugely rewarding that the Empire’s Lion lets her tame him. And of course, he shows her what she’s dealing with if she gets carried away. Y- Yucky (Is there something that grosses them out so badly

that they can’t deal with it?) Quiet Reader: She’s a mother… there’s not much that makes her cringe anymore. Loud Reader: Y/N hates dealing with body parts. She once went on a mission with 52 and Burns, the young assassin sliced up an enemy and she ended up with a finger falling into her top. It was not appreciated and the little Joker regretted laughing at her as she yelled for Burns to get it out. Z- ZZZ’s (What are their sleeping habits? Both with and without Y/N)

Quiet Reader: She’s early to bed, early to rise. Y/N has to sleep alone most of the time and she sometimes can’t sleep because she’s lonely. When Burns is there she sleeps happily in his arms with her head against his chest. That’s when she’s happiest. Loud Reader: The woman sleeps like the dead. Once she’s asleep she barely moves and her breathing is so shallow, that on the rare times he’s slept in her bed, Leonard thought she was dead and had to check her pulse. She complains that he’s too hot to sleep with in the summer…

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[TRANS] Johnny & Jaehyun’s interview with W Korea May 2020 issue!

Today was a day where we borrowed the cinematic imagination of the 1996 film <Romeo and Juliet" directed by Baz Luhrmann and created two Romeos. Both of you portrayed the 'Modern Day Romeo' well, how did you think the shooting went? Johnny: It felt like we came out to play. The setting too, it felt just like any small town in America. When I was leaning against the bed during the shoot, I danced excitedly while holding a bunch of grapes (laughs). Romeo, I think, is someone who is honest with his feelings and who wants to achieve love till the end. Thanks to this, regardless of what others might think, I had fun during the shoot. Jaehyun: From the Hawaiian shirts with palm trees to leopard print belts. Above all, the outfits were bold. The point of today was to act like someone who plays around and has always worn this kind of style. There was a scene [in the movie] where Romeo flips over the white blankets and plays around with Juliet, but it wasn't easy [to portray that scene] because of the blood that rushed to my face (laughs).

It’s a shame we don’t have a Juliet today. If you were to summon Juliet right now, what outfit would she appear in? And what do you imagine would be the first thing she says? Johnny: A simple outfit would be nice. For today’s shoot I was wearing a white short sleeved t-shirt and cream coloured jeans, so Juliet would have a similar vibe and would say ‘Are you doing well?’ filled with affection and excitement. Jaehyun: She’d appear in a white t-shirt and blue jeans. With a short ‘I missed you’.

There are two male leads in the movie <Romeo and Juliet>. There is Romeo who is a romanticist with rich emotions but who is hesitant in front of love, and there is Tybalt who is a calm strategist but sometimes emits fiery charms like a bulldozer. Between the two, who do you feel like you're similar to? Johnny: I think I'm similar to Tybalt who wants to be like Romeo. I'm the type of person to carry out something immediately when you decide on it. On the other hand, I want to learn from Romeo's attitude to be faithful and honest with your feelings the moment you fall in love. Jaehyun: I'm the opposite of Johnny. I think I'm Romeo who wants to resemble Tybalt's calm and analytical side. Normally, I'm the type to follow my feelings rather than reasoning, so if I had to choose between the two, it would be Romeo.

If some day your story gets made into a movie, what song would you want to be played in the ending credits? Johnny: On bright sunny days like lately the mood is refreshed and tender. If the movie will be about me in spring, then Mac Miller’s ‘Circles’ would be nice. If I ever get to make a movie in the future, any Coldplay song would be good. Coldplay’s music feels like home, music genres come and go, but in the end when I need stability I always seem to turn to Coldplay. Jaehyun: In my own movie, first of all I don’t think we need a post credit scene (laugh). I’ve always cherished Chet Baker’s ‘I fall in love too easily’. It’s a tasty song that you can listen to on repeat with an empty head, without thinking anything. Chet Baker’s trumpet performance and voice always strangely draw my ears in.

The title song 'Kick It' of your 2nd full album <NCT#127 Neo Zone> that was released in March actively incorporates the identity of cine kids hero, Bruce Lee. Taking over Bruce Lee's baton, is there a movie protagonist who you want to express musically? Johnny: Exactly two people come to mind. First, Brad Pitt from the movie <Fight Club>, I want to try a song with a strong beat with a fighter's unique fiery temperament. It would be great to incorporate the shocking twist of the movie. The other is Will Smith in the movie <The Pursuit of Happiness>. It's a 'life' movie I want to give five stars. No matter what twists and turns, it's a movie that eventually ends with a happy ending. It would be nice to sing [a song] with a message that even though it's hard now, you'll be happy in the end. A slow ballad would suit that, right? Jaehyun: Even though I acted as him today, Romeo would be fun [to express]. It would be a song that shouts love, but it would be perfect if it contains everything from joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure like in the movie. When I think of James Dean in the movie <Rebel Without a Cause> I imagine music that puts together spicey funky beats based on the old sounds of jazz bands. Recently I'm really into jazz, soul, and R&B, so a band sound is essential.

Even if it's not someone who everyone knows like Bruce Lee, is there someone you two consider to be a hero? Johnny: I don't really express it well normally, but my mom? I'm an only child that was born late, so I always stuck to my mother when I was young. Looking back, I think my mother was a person who sacrificed herself to her family but still valued her happiness. I want to resemble the way she always lives consciously while having fun. It was my mother who taught me how to feel and enjoy every moment. My mom often told me that the experience of 'trying' something is important. For example, I spent my childhood in the United States, and no matter what, we always celebrated the independence day, which is on July 4th, with family and watched the fireworks. On days when the moon was bright and full, we'd be outside watching it. Thanks to this, I think I've grown up as a person with rich emotions. Jaehyun: my grandmother. Despite nearing 80 years old, she had been a dancer until recently and is now retired. She doesn't miss the broadcasts I appear on and watches everything, and after the broadcast ends, she will always send me long KakaoTalk messages with feedback. Because she's a dancer, there are times when she points out my fingertips and neckline but in general, she tells me what kind of mindset I should have when it comes to life. I always get advice from teachers and people around me, but strangely, every word from my grandmother seems to really pierce me. [She tells me] Don't mind others, live enjoying everything you can take on. I still hold [those words] close to me.

It's been quite a while since the first stage you did in the name of NCT 127. What was the driving force behind you during this long time? Johnny: fans, members, family. Looking back, it seems like it was people that led me. Fans are the 'reason' for me to do something. The members are my companions who walk together for this reason, and wouldn't my family be my roots. Having a place to go back to is a completely different story. I think it's family that shows me that I can fall sometimes and that I have somewhere to go back to. Jaehyun: I was able to endure my trainee days purely because I liked music. It's the same now. Of course, our fans who like our music and who come and watch our stages are a great strength too. One difference is that, until now, I relied on the people around me and tried to lean my body on the 'crew', but I seem to have found a driving force within myself recently. I give myself strength by pushing myself or complimenting myself, that's how I find enlightenment within myself. In this sense, as a human, I feel like I'm going through a time of maturity.

If you could go back in time, what would you tell yourself if you could pat yourself on the back right before going up on the stage for the first time? Johnny: ‘Have confidence. Even if your spirits fall, work on everything’. I don’t know how it might have looked on the outside but my state of mind now seems to be very different from then. I’m much more free now. I kept telling myself that I’m nice and confident, and now I think I am able to stand confident like this. I don’t know why I only saw the flaws in the past. Now, rather than trying to make up for my weaknesses, I tend to focus on maximising my strengths instead. Jaehyun: ‘Do what you want, what you think is right and what you like. Of course I know you’ll do fine, but it would be nice to be a bit more daring.’

What are 3 adjectives that describe you? Johnny: Energetic, romantic, selfish. The last word I chose because I think in order to make another person happy, I need to be happy myself and only when I have a sense of security I can care for other people. Jaehyun: I like classic stuff so first of all, classic, continuous because I always try to learn and grow, and firm in terms of trying to remain as stable as possible.

What were you born with, and on the other hand what weren’t you born with that you’re trying to achieve? Johnny: Seems like I was born with curiosity. Like I’ve mentioned before, my mom has influenced me a lot. On the other hand I want to make passion my thing. Sometimes I look at the members when I’m lazing around. Everyone has their ‘one passion’! Jaehyun: Ever since I was little I would always fix the TV at home whenever it broke down. I think I’ve been born with dexterity. I seem to be good at sports, but I really need flexibility (laugh). I also want to break up with my short lived resolve. To speak, I lack persistence a little. When I really like something or if I have a clear reason to do it, my body moves. If there’s neither, I fall into the swamp of one short lived resolve to another. (laugh)

As a listener of <NCTs Night Night>, a show that was hosted by the two of you in the past, I think you were compassionate and were counselors who had shown more empathy than other people of your age. Today, let's write the concerns of you two. What's your biggest concern now after passing April 12th, 2020? Johnny: Although it's a little embarrassing to say it in words, my biggest concern these days is how to be a strength for the fans who we can't meet because of the recent situation. Most importantly, I don't want to be distressed and spend this time more meaningful. Jaehyun: What the heck to do at home! I'm the type to be very active. Nobody can go outside so I'm working hard in trying to find something I can do home alone. I've watched movies, listened to music and cooked, but I can't help but still feel the itch [to do something].

When you watch your web variety show <NCT LIFE>, you two are often seen standing in the kitchen. Is there any dish you want to make for that one precious person in the future? I wonder what the specific recipe is and what the mood of the day will be like. Johnny: First of all, I wanna make breakfast. Omelets are good to eat in the morning. Omelets are well made when you think 'even though it's bad, it's good'! Stir-fry onions and bell peppers until they become sweet, then sprinkle some pepper to finish it. The time would be good at 09:30 am when the sunlight is strong enough to see the dust. That precious one would be sitting in a chair (laughs). The table will be set with cutlery and two cups of coffee. So that you can open the morning in a relaxed and simple manner. Jaehyun: Samgyetang and stir-fried pork, is that too native? (laughs) If I had to choose one, I will pick the stir-fried pork that was also complimented on <NCT LIFE>. Sometimes only red pepper paste or red pepper powder is used for the sauce, but I tend to use both. It would be great if there was a pretty plate with fruit too, it's the perfect dessert.

Even if it’s not a cooking moment, what’s the time, place, thing or person that makes you the most gentle? Johnny: From noon to 2pm. I feel the most peaceful when the sun is shining at that time. I don’t really care about the place. As for a thing, a scented candle that I have received as a gift while filming <NCT LIFE> in Thailand. For people, anyone! Jaehyun: Late night nearing the dawn. I really like watching the night view. I think the Han River could make me the most gentle. Personal things like earphones or speakers. Being together with family would be nice.

As a person and as a musician, what time do you think you’re going through? Johnny: I always feel like I'm at the starting line. Even when I do the same thing, I have to have a new mindset in order to grow. Jaehyun: It’s a slow process for humans but I seem to be slowly becoming more mature. As a musician, when the time comes I’ll be looking from a distance thinking I’m making ‘my own’ thing.

Translation: Alex, Esmee @ FY! NCT (NCTINFO) | Source: W Korea Scans — Do not repost or take out without our permission!

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before anything else let me just say that i love all your content and im so glad that i found your blog!! okay now that ive already made myself sound like a fool would it be possible to get the rfa with an MC who confesses that she was sexually abused as a kid? (i totally get it if youre not comfortable with it btw)

Hi honey! Thank you so much for enjoying my content ^^ (also, u do not sound like a fool hush IT) that’s totally fine, I don’t mind your request :) - luna xx

DISCLAIMER: This is going to be heavy. If you are not prepared for that or in the right mindset for this particular request, I suggest preparing yourself, or just not reading it all together. I will be hiding the entire post underneath a cut in case somebody doesn’t bother to read my warnings. I, thankfully, have never been sexually abused as a child, but I know too many people who have been. I am so sorry to those who have had to go through this, and remember, you are never alone. I love you. - luna xx

Warnings: mentions of child sexual abuse, sexual situations, and trauma

MC Was Sexually Abused as a Child - RFA

Zen:

• You didn’t want him to find out because you were scared he’d think you were dirty or disgusting

• And the way he found out too; it was just so out of the ordinary

• You were backstage at one of his shows and after his performance he’d grabbed you and hurriedly shoved you into one of the storage closets

• He wasn’t trying to be sexual he just wanted a few minutes alone with you to celebrate in private since he knew you’d both be swamped by fans; the poor man was thinking really, wasn’t paying attention

• So when he finally realizes how you’re shaking, knees threatening to buckle as you held your hands over your chest while looking down

• “MC? Princess what’s the matter; is something wrong? Talk to me.”

• You were all too familiar with dimly lit storage closets; your abuser had taken you there for years when you had your music lessons

• When you finally explain to him what was wrong through your tears, he is so...angry

• Words cannot express how he wants to go back in time and strangle the person who did that to you

• He at first through you were hesitant to be intimate because you didn’t have much experience

• While that was part of it, it was so much deeper than that, much more sinister; that he just wasn’t expecting it

• “They just...it was every single lesson Zen. And I wondered; had I done something wrong? Something to make me stand out to them? I just don’t understand...” You were still shaking, voice quivering

• He stood there, fists clenched as he tried to take deep breaths to calm himself down; enough so that he could prioritize what really mattered. You.

•“It was not your fault MC. Remember that. That person was a sick fuck for doing that to you, and I am so sorry that you didn’t get the proper support you needed. It’s okay; we can get through this together.”

Yoosung

• The two of you were cooking together, the front of you facing the oven as you stirred the vegetables in the frying pan

• Then he suddenly came up behind you, hands stopping at your waist as he whispered in your ear

• “My precious MC, I love you so much.”

• You were no longer in the kitchen with Yoosung; you were in your living room, your parents outside with your aunts and uncles as your cousin played with you; alone

• “Here MC, just turn and bend over; we’re going to play house. Yeah, that’s it...”

• “Please don’t...” You whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper as you struggled to pull yourself out of the traumatic memory

• “MC? Oh no, MC! Are you okay? Honey look at me...”

• He had turned off the stove and carried you to the bedroom, placing you on the bed while he knelt down on the floor

When you’d calmed yourself down you told him what had happened between you and your cousin; and why you no longer speak to that side of your family.

• He was absolutely disgusted; how could someone do that to their own family?

• The thought of even trying to do that to Rika; it made him want to gag

• “I wish I was...I wish I could have...oh, God. I’m sorry MC, I’m sorry...”

Jaehee

• You were at a bar, enjoying a few drinks together after a long day of work

• “I have to use the restroom; I’ll be back, Jae.”

• She nodded as you went, and you were fine as you found a stall and calmly shut the door behind you

• But before you had the chance to lock it Jaehee was in the restroom and in your stall, cheeks flushed from the alcohol as she bit her lip

• “Jaehee...?”

• “I want you MC...right now.”

• “W-wait,” You stuttered, her fingers fumbling near your zipper on your jeans as she shoved you against the stall wall

• The action sent you back to high school, a student you barely knew dragging you into the stall and shoving you up against it

• She wasn’t nice; she was really rough. She told you to shut up and take it

• “If you tell anyone, I will be sure that you never see the light of day again.”

• “Get off, please get off!”

• You shoved Jaehee, HARD, the poor woman sobering up quickly as she slammed into the opposite wall

• “Huh? Wait...oh no, MC? MC wait!”

• You ran, straight out of the bathroom and out of the bar even, ending up at teh park nearby 

• The chilly air felt good against your hot cheeks, your breathing shallow as you tried to calm yourself down

• “MC! Please I, I’m so sorry. I was just trying to be spontaneous.”

• “No, Jaehee it wasn’t you, I just...”

• You told her everything. You sobbed. She held you

• She even had a few tears slip as she held you close, rubbing your back as you gripped her coat tight

• “I promise you MC. Nobody will ever hurt you that way again.”

Jumin

• You were visiting him in his office since he’d promised to have lunch with you

He asked you to close the door behind him and you obliged, setting your bag down in the empty chair beside you

• “I’ve missed you, darling.”

• “I’ve missed you Jumin.”

• He’d finished signing the last document on his desk and then he stood, walking over towards you

• You followed suit, standing while giving him a smile

• Just as you went to grab your bag he had grabbed you first, easily picking you up and placing you on his desk

• “May your darling boyfriend receive a kiss?”

• His request went ignored as you froze on the desk, your mind flashing back t o your teacher in high school

• “I know how badly you need to pass, MC. I teach you how to do math; what’s so different about teaching this? Now come on...down on your knees...”

• Jumin’s hands drifted down to your thighs and before you knew it your reflexes kicked in and you slapped him

• An angry red handprint formed on his cheek, his eyes wide with shock as he slowly turned his head back towards you

• “I...I...”

• You couldn’t think of any words to say, so you did what you had done back then; you ran

• “MC! Hold on, MC!”

• Of course you didn’t listen, keeping your head down while Jumin hurriedly ran after you

• He caught you in the elevator, pressing the emergency stop button before turning to you

• Your eyes were cloudy with tears as you shook your head

• “Jumin I’m so sorry I just—”

• “Just talk to me MC. What’s going on?”

• You caved and told him everything; from reporting your teacher to the court  cases that went on for almost three years

• “MC Oh God if I had known...I’m sorry. I promise I’ll be more careful; and we’ll get you some help, okay?”

707

• Surprisingly, he hadn’t triggered you when he found out

• He just noticed that at times you were a little, evasive when it came to intimacy with him

• While he really wanted o build this relationship out of trust, he just couldn’t get an answer out of you no matter how hard he tried

• So...he looked into your records. And what he found made him so angry that he’d thrown one of his many laptops against the wall

• “Saeyoung! Saeyoung what was that? Are you okay?”

• You walked in to see him squatting on the ground, head in his hands before he turned to you

• Tears were running down his cheeks as he hurriedly stood up and was in front of you, crushing you in a hug as you squeaked in surprised

• “Saeyoung...?”

• “I am so sorry that your father did that to you.”

• You were silent, a bit confused until reality sank in

• “So...you did some digging, huh? I’m sorry, I meant to tell you...”

• He nodded, and you couldn’t control it; you just burst into tears as he held you even tighter

• “I’m sorry Saeyoung, I just didn’t know how to tell you and it was so long ago but the thought of sex just...I just...”

• “Shh, MC. You don’t have to explain it to me. At least, not until you’r ready. Just know that I love you, and I will do absolutely do anything to help you get through this.”

[chrisevansgoodgirl]

i must confess to you, i want to possess you

anonymous: ok so we’re all sluts for Steve Rogers obvi. But how differently would Andy Barber fuck from our captain? 👀 I dunno if it’s just me, but he definitely seems like the kinda guy to tie you up and leave you hanging right on the edge when he’s in a Mood. And probably prefers Sir over anything else.

warnings: smut. edging. little bit of bondage. my writing (wrote like that bullet point writing but w/o the bullet points bc i was lazy)

word count: about 4,500

pairing: andy barber x reader

a/n: like, there’s no way anyone can convince me that this man doesn’t love eating pussy.

He’s insane, you had long ago discovered.

You remembered meeting him, how sweet and perfect he was. Not that that has changed, not really.

You remembered dating him, how he never failed to text you good morning and good night. How he always seemed so concerned about you. Protective. Caring.

You remembered how he proposed, how perfect everything had been. Since that day, it had only gotten better. The wedding that was nothing short of extra, there was nothing he wouldn’t give you. The house, it took months to find one that you really liked. He never lost patience, and as soon as you found it, even though it was a tad out of the price range he’d hoped for, he didn’t hesitate.

Andy spoiled you. There was no denying that. And there were no exceptions, but especially in bed.

Sex with him had always been amazing. He made it his mission to learn exactly how to touch you, exactly how to make you cry, exactly how to make you beg. Even though you both knew he wouldn’t deny you anything.

Not at the start. You could say that changed. Sex changed.

You still woke up wrapped in his arms. He still told you he loved you any chance he got. He still brushed his fingers through your hair. He still traced patterns into your skin with his fingers. He still ran his hand up and down your spine when you were laying in bed talking about your day.

Really, he had not changed.

It just happened. Out of nowhere. You pleaded with him to go on a vacation with you. He worked hard and you wanted to do something nice for his birthday.

It only took so much convincing and it was with the condition that if work called, he would take it and you couldn’t pout. He just wanted to be kept in the loop. So, Paris.

Even though you wanted to do something for him, he knew you had always wanted to go to Paris. He got you the hotel you’d always wanted, with a balcony and a killer view of the beautiful city and the lively people.

On his birthday, you switched it up a little. You woke him up with your mouth around his cock. You showered with him. You let him eat you out on the tiny table after he finished his breakfast. You stayed naked until it was time to start getting ready for dinner, only your wedding ring on your finger—a sight he let you know he appreciated.

He surprised you with a new dress and a diamond necklace. The exact opposite of how things should have gone. But he loved to buy you things, maybe that was his present for himself. With only minor complaint, you slipped into the dress, skipped the underwear, and he clasped the necklace for you.

Dinner was what it always was. You were still very much in love with everything about Andy and you just wanted to listen to him talk the entire time. You knew he liked how much you worshiped him anyway.

Normal. For a while. But after he finished his second glass of wine, he just looked at you.

“What?”

“I’m going to tie you up tonight.”

You blinked. Once, twice. “What?”

Before he could elaborate, the servers were bringing out your meal and filling his glass with more wine.

He didn’t mention it again. Instead, he wanted to hear about you. You were currently fixing up some minor things around the house. There was this bedroom that you’d been trying to ignore, its looming intent always in the back of your mind. You knew what he wanted it to be, a nursery. You just weren’t ready yet. You were still so obsessed with one another, so spontaneous and fun. Soon, but not yet.

When you returned to the hotel, you wanted answers. You began removing your jewelry, then your shoes, your dress, leaving a trail of it all to the bedroom. “You’re going to tie me up?”

He’d stopped in the kitchen to get another drink, eyeing you once you were naked in the doorway of the bedroom. “Yes.”

He’d never done anything like that before. You wouldn’t say boring or vanilla, it was too fucking good to be either. But adventurous? No, probably not. Andy had never seemed to want to change that. Apparently, now he did.

“Have you been wet since I told you I would?”

Yes, it was exciting. It also wasn’t like you had any concerns with being at Andy’s complete mercy. He loved you more than anyone else ever had. “No.”

He scoffed. “Don’t try me tonight. You  will not win.”

He always let you win. Why not tonight?

There were goosebumps on your skin. His voice was so low. His eyes didn’t leave you. He just stood there, in his suit, drinking rum. By now, you shouldn’t be so attracted to him, but you were sure that would never wear off. He was devastatingly beautiful, inside and out.

You made your way to him, arms wrapping around his waist. He finished his drink, set the glass aside, and brought both hands up to your face. “Every night I spend with you is a win.”

He smirked. “That got you some points...” he set a light kiss to your forehead. “Be a good girl for me tonight, yeah?”

You smirked, shrugging a shoulder. “Or what?”

He gave you a flat look. “Or...you’re not going to enjoy this as much as I’m going to.”

You weren’t sure how to respond for a moment. He never spoke like this. Never alluded to anything that would be less than a wildly intimate, soft experience that both of you wanted. “Anything you want.”

“That’s what I want to hear.” His hands slid down to your shoulders and he turned you abruptly, pressing his front to your back.

Your breath was shaky and maybe you were a little dizzy. The wine, probably. That was all.

He pressed one hand to your stomach, the other settled on your chest, inching up until he curled his fingers around your neck.

You couldn’t move for a moment, confused mostly. Turned on, definitely. You wanted for nothing, Andy gave you everything. But maybe this was just more of that. Sometimes, he knew what you wanted even if you didn’t.

You brought your hands up to his forearm, sliding up to feel his wrist, then his hand. You were obsessed with his hands. There was no part of your body you didn’t want him to touch, neck included. “Andy—”

“No.” He applied just the slightest pressure with his thumb and forefinger.

You immediately shut up.

His lips brushed against your ear as he spoke. “Here’s how we’re doing this, baby. You’re going to be good. I’ll tie you up. If you continue to be good, I’ll reward that behavior. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“And you’re going to call me ‘Sir’. If you don’t, there will be consequences.”

Consequences. Consequences? You had never heard that word from his mouth applied to you. You were S P O I L E D. However, you were also wet and there was this need just growing inside you. You had never seen this side of him, you knew you needed to.

You nodded.

He kissed your temple, your cheekbone, your jaw, then your shoulder. “I love you. You know that?”

You scoffed. “Of course.”

“Of course...?”

“Sir.” Your cheeks immediately flushed. It felt...weird. Hot. But unusual, you guys just didn’t do this. You turned your head up slightly to see his face. “I love you, too.”

“I know.” He kissed you for a moment before gently urging you toward the room. He took your shoulders once more and sat you on the edge of the bed. “Stay.” And then he eyed you pointedly.

“Yes, sir.”

He smiled, moving toward his bag. When he pulled out black rope, you swore you were dead. Or dreaming? Maybe hallucinating. “Lie back.”

Eyes still on the rope in his hands, you did as ordered.

He slowly walked up to you, set the rope down, and grabbed your arm and calf. He arched your leg, grabbed the rope, and tied your upper arm near your knee and your forearm with your calf.

“Did you...bring those? Or did you go out and get them?“

“I had them.”

“For how long?”

He didn’t answer. After completing the other side, he stepped back to look at you. You were beautiful and wet and wanting, and he fell in love with you all over again. “Is this okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

He was still completely dressed. A point he was making about who really had the power. Not you. Never you. Sometimes, he just let you think you did.

He was staring at you still so you took the time to do the same to him. Blue. He should always wear blue. He should always wear a suit. He should always be fucking you.

“What are you thinking about, beautiful?”

You shook your head slightly. “Just you, sir.”

He reached out slowly and you shivered when his fingers touched your inner thigh. “You’re dripping, baby.” He leaned down, your breath stuttered as he kissed just below your navel. “Tell me what you want—be specific. Don’t forget your manners.”

This was mostly new but he’d never shied away from whispering the filthiest things to you at parties, texting you when you were with friends and family. He was a lawyer, after all, you quickly learned how he wanted you to speak in these situations. “Please eat my pussy, sir.”

He glanced up at you and moved down your body. He dragged his beard along your skin pointedly and you shivered. Watching him take you with his mouth was nearly enough to make you orgasm right then.

Usually, you could arch your back, wrap your thighs around his head, pull his hair to bring him closer. You couldn’t even move now and you felt utterly frustrated by that.

Andy let his tongue move through your cunt slowly but skillfully, he didn’t ignore the spots that made you gasp and curse. But he also didn’t spend enough time on them.

It felt like an impossibly long time later when you felt yourself about to come. He’d kept you there even though you both knew he possessed the ability to get you off in under a minute with his mouth.

Both his hands were on you, flat on your thighs, spreading you even wider. He devoured you, did anything he needed to make you cry out. He licked and sucked at your skin noisily, and he moaned because he loved the taste of you. Andy, you’d often told yourself, had to be the best man alive at eating pussy.

“Fuck,” you gasped when he started to tease your entrance. “I’m close, I—”

He backed away immediately.

You were startled at first, curious as to what would make him stop. Any questions you had died on your tongue when you saw him smirking.

“I never gave you permission to come.”

Once more, you felt your face flush. Permission? To come? What?

He arched an expectant eyebrow.

“May I come, sir?”

He hummed. “Not yet.”

“Well, when?” you demanded.

He gave you a warning look. “I’d lose that tone.”

You sighed quietly. “I’m sorry, sir.”

He set the side of his face against your thigh, nuzzling closer until his tongue could reach you. He lazily licked your pussy, never taking his eyes off you.

Of course, it wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t possibly get you there but you were still fuzzy because you’d been so close.

You were shaking by the time he once again closed his mouth around your clit and sucked. It didn’t take long at all and any other time, you would have been utterly mindless. Not now, you remembered the last time. You remembered what he said. “Please let me come, sir. Please—”

Again, he moved away completely and you let out this pathetic, strangled noise. He shushed you and began kissing your thighs once more.

You were breathless. And dying, possibly. This had never happened, you just weren’t sure what to make of it. Why? Why now? What did he want?

He placed his hand between your legs and your eyes rolled back. He never once looked at you, he just stared where he was working. He enjoyed watching your cunt spasm out of the sheerest desperation for him.

His thumb rubbed across your clit for several minutes before you whined, biting your lip in hopes that you could hide what you were building up to. In case he tried to take it away again.

Which he did, because he knew. He always knew. He removed his touch so unapologetically, with another dark smirk and that same cocky glint in his eyes.

“Please, sir. Please let me come.”

He got onto the bed, laying at your side. He touched your face when you turned to him, leaving behind traces of your arousal on your lips and cheekbones.

“Please,” you whispered.

He kissed you instead. For a long time, his mouth moved against yours in an almost innocent kiss. The tip of his tongue lined your bottom lip but you didn’t open your mouth for him. No. He told you no, so you were telling him no.

Something he realized you were doing after his fourth failed attempt at it. You felt a sharp, sudden pain against your cunt and when you gasped, he took full advantage of it. The sound of him smacking you, though not overly painful, still echoed in your ears.

You were impossibly wet—that was definitely new. You were almost ashamed of how much you liked it.

When he pulled away, you were breathless and your lips were swollen. Your eyes showed confusion and excitement, and that was fuel to him. He hadn’t been sure how you would react at first, especially to the ropes, but you always had been good at taking anything he gave you.

“You still okay?”

You nodded, unsure whether your voice would even work.

“Do you want to keep going? I need to hear you say it.”

One thing you knew with utter certainty was that anything Andy asked you to do, you would. That man owned you completely. You swallowed. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

And hello, new kink. Good girl? How dare he.

He kissed your cheek before slipping back off the bed. He leaned over you again, mouth finding your hot, soaking center.

“Fuck!”

The fourth time made you angry. Not that you would tell him, out of concern that he would just stop altogether. He got on his knees, pulled you to the edge of the bed, and leaned over to kiss and lick your breasts as he waited for you to come down entirely.

The fifth time was a disorienting disaster because you just weren’t used to this. You were starting to wonder—illogically—if he was ever going to let you come again.

The sixth time was just about the last damn straw. You were tired of being tied up and unable to do anything. Still, you kept your mouth shut.

The seventh time broke you. He pulled off, sliding his palm across his lips and you just snapped a bit. “Andy!”

He lifted his eyebrows. “Baby, what did I say about how you would address me tonight?”

But he didn’t look upset at all, in fact, it looked like this was exactly what he wanted to make you do. He wanted to show you those mysterious consequences he spoke of earlier.

“I’m sorry, but I need to come!”

“No, darling, you need to learn patience.”

You huffed. “But why? You can just keep giving me everything I want.”

He scoffed.

“Please let me come.”

He hummed as if he was actually thinking about it, then shook his head. “Sorry.”

You had taken to angrily staring at the ceiling. Your muscles were starting to ache, you’d never been tied up and this was taking so long. You were sweating and shaking, and you felt used. None of that meant there wasn’t some part of you that was enjoying this. You weren’t sure where it would lead, but you liked letting Andy be in charge of everything. Why not this, too?

It was about pretending. You knew that if you really didn’t like this, Andy would stop without hesitation. You were, just as he was, putting on a show. You couldn’t just give in, you’d never done that before and now was not the time to start.

You squeaked when you felt his mouth moving against you again. He got you very high very quickly and there was so much built-up frustration that you couldn’t possibly be quiet about it.

You were almost sure this time was different, despite what he said, because this was the closest you had been.

Then you heard his phone ring.

He froze for a moment and you turned down to him.

“No, no, no! Please—”

He backed away, smiling. “You know the deal, I am going to take work calls.”

“You are crazy,” you accused. He wasn’t just going to leave you there, was he?

He leaned over you, kissing you roughly. “Crazy about you, baby. I’ll be back.”

You were torn between sneering at that line and complete shock. Your mouth dropped as he swiped his phone off the bedside table. “Andy.”

He left the room without another look in your direction.

“Oh my god!” you blurted out. Should you be offended? He just left you there. No other men did that, you were almost certain. But then, he wasn’t like any other man you had ever met.

Maybe if you were used to being tied up, you’d be able to move a bit. There were so many pillows and if you could just get one between your legs...

But more than anything, fear kept you locked in place. If he found out that you got off without him, without his permission, you weren’t sure what he would do. You theorized it left you empty without his cock, so you stayed put.

For however long he was gone.

An hour.

Two.

Okay, you were definitely exaggerating but it was too long. You could hear him from the other room and there was no haste in his tone. He also wasn’t using his business tone—who the hell was he talking to?

By the time he came back, you’d plotted his death. You’d gone through the careless plans, the ones that would definitely get you caught. Then you started going through some of the most obvious mistakes he’d told you murderers made when they got caught. Then you started going through the less obvious mistakes—because that was how much time you had, that was how long he had left you there.

“Who was that?” you asked as soon as he walked through the door.

He took another long, appreciative look at you. “The travel agent. You know, that woman we spoke to when we were planning this, the one you said was flirting with me.”

Your mouth was open but you weren’t sure when that had happened.

“She just wanted to make sure everything was going well.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

He laughed. Actually laughed. “Yeah? How?” He took a seat next to you, reaching out to your pussy and sighing. “You’re still so wet.”

“Please—”

“I asked you a question.”

You sighed. “Well, I thought about all the ways it would look like a crime of passion.”

He slid one finger inside you for the first time that night.

“Fuck, please, I—”

“Balcony?” he pressed.

“Yeah,” you whimpered. “That was the first plan.”

He snorted. “How many were there?”

“13 fully thought out, maybe 25 in total.”

He hummed. “And what have we settled on, love?”

“I’m going to get a lover and convince him you are terrible to me.”

“Should be easy enough.”

“Yeah, because you’re a monster.”

He smiled as he laid himself down at your side once again, adding a second finger and curling them slowly.

“Please fuck me, sir. I was good. I waited here and didn’t make a sound.”

He didn’t say anything else as his fingers picked up speed. He continued watching your face the entire time.

You were just two good swipes away from it when he pulled them free. You opened your mouth to protest but he shoved his fingers against your tongue as he stood up. You closed your mouth around them before you could say anything that would get you in trouble.

“I have to undress first,” he decided. “When I’m undressed, I’ll fuck you. Sound good?”

You nodded, speaking unintelligibly around his fingers.

“And if I need to know that you’re okay, I’m going to squeeze your hand, okay? If you are, squeeze back.”

It took you a moment to process what he was asking for but you nodded as soon as you did. Why couldn’t he just ask? Why couldn’t you just answer?

With his free hand, he loosened his tie, and just as soon as he pulled his fingers from your mouth, he shoved the tie in their place.

Fuck.

He grabbed your hand and squeezed. You instantly returned it. He smirked knowingly, again dropping to his knees to bury his face in your pussy.

You weren’t concerned about noise anymore. Prior, this was a small place with thin walls, you’d heard people the entire time you’d been there. But now, you either didn’t care or you had a lot of faith in the tie. You screamed for him.

Even still, he didn’t give in. He stood just as soon as you were about to finish.

You were crying, something he seemed surprised to see.

He checked with you once more and you squeezed his hand, maybe a lot harder than you needed to. He thought that was hysterical.

Yes, this was a lot, but you’d come too far. You needed him to make you come.

He removed his jacket next and again, teased you to until you were almost there. You figured he would do this to you each time he took off an article of clothing.

Logical. You could deal with that.

But that just wasn’t Andy. He alternated between his mouth and his fingers but did so after every button on his shirt, after he’d finally removed it, after his belt, one shoe, the other, one sock, the other, the button on his pants, his zipper, after he shoved them to the floor and kicked then out of his way, then his boxers.

Finally, he was naked. He moved closer, his hard cock brushing against your thigh before he took himself in one hand.

You whimpered and his eyes flit up to you. He used the head of his cock to tease you, running it up and down the length of your slit several times. The final time, he kept moving until his cock was laid out on your stomach.

“Feel how hard I am?”

You nodded frantically.

He stepped back until he could line himself up with your entrance and slowly buried his cock inside you, inch by inch.

You had never felt relief so intense, it sent another round of tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Fuck, baby. This is the best pussy in the world.”

And using the same controlled pace, he pulled out completely.

This was why he gagged you, he knew you would have yelled at him until you passed out for pulling this slow shit. You needed to be fucked.

He played this game for several minutes. Until his own insane control slipped. You knew when he’d worked himself up too much because he made this sound that very much resembled a growl and grabbed the ropes on either side. He fucked you as hard as you’d wanted him to since dinner when he dropped this whole thing on you.

Your first finish was brought on mere thrusts later and he’d gotten you to this wound up place that made this one of the most intense orgasms you’d ever had. Even the tie couldn’t stifle you.

And then the overstimulation began. This was always one of Andy’s favorites but now, it was just so much more. He was concerned with his own end and however many times you ended up coming in that process was a bit unclear. Many times. Maybe too many times.

Following his orgasm, he folded himself over onto you, mouth moving all over your skin. Your breasts, your neck, your shoulders.

It took him a moment to work the ropes off of you in his hazy state of mind.

As soon as your limbs were free to move, you tore the tie out of your mouth and tossed it aside, and his mouth hurriedly found yours. You began clinging to him like your life depended on it.

He rolled you onto your side, holding your thigh against him with an arm pinned to your back. You draped one leg over his hips and across his ass, the opposite he was laying on and it was uncomfortable but neither of you seemed willing to move. Your fingers pressed into his jaw, appreciatively tugging on his beard just a little every now and then.

His hips began rolling again and his hand snuck in between you two, fingers rubbing your clit. He just wanted to feel you coming around him one more time.

Even long after you did, you didn’t let him go. You didn’t let him move away from you even a centimeter. You just set your face in the bend of his neck as you caught your breath.

He ran his hand along the length of your back in silence, content with just being wrapped up in you.

When you fully came down, you knew because he was suddenly very heavy on your leg. You wordlessly tapped his shoulder and he knew what you meant instantly.

He rolled onto his back and brought you with him, cock still lying inside you. You did this sometimes, refused to let him get up, but he never minded it.

You were sprawled out limply on his chest, listening to his heartbeat for as long as you could—he was a talker, silence was a fleeting thing now. Tomorrow would be a sore day, but what a great memory you would get to revel in.

“Questions, comments, concerns?”

You turned your head up. “Before we leave, fuck me on the balcony and choke me.”

His eyebrows rose for a second then he was nodding. “That...yeah, great. Deal. Perfect.”

You snorted. “So, about that travel agent...”

[haziel-luz]

Will It Be the Same?

Chapter 1: What happened?  (Lucifer x Reader)

I’m providing the first chapter to see how you all would feel about it. A sneak peek if you will. If you decide that you want to read more chapters, then the link will be provided at the end of this chapter. 😋

Enjoy my lovelies!~~😍🤩

Summary: Ella is your best friends since you were children, never went apart until you encouraged her to move to LA. You guys haven't seen each other for two years until Ella tried to get in touch with you. 

You somehow disappeared and was worried sick. Once you were found and better, Ella promised to make sure you never have to suffer in silence alone. Making you move in with her, and now you are gonna be working with her. 

The thing is she never told her friends at work anything about you. She was waiting until you got better and moved in with her, but a rich playboy with devilish charms took the pleasure of meeting you first.

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“What do you mean you don’t know where she is!” Ella began panicking in her lab alone. She couldn’t even concentrate on her work that Decker needed.

“I’m sorry sis. Our family has been looking around the block and her home. There was no trace of anything. Her phone was left behind along with her wallet. She's gone.” Her brother sighed over the phone. His voice seemed tired and guilty. Ella can’t blame him for trying. Ella put the phone away from her ear to calm her breathing and tears.

“Okay. Thank you so much, and tell everyone that I love them. I’ll take it from here.” Ella hung up the phone and placed it on the table. She covered her face and hunched over the table with her elbows on it. She prayed that you were alive and well. Nothing scared her more than losing a long life friend that was basically her sister.

“Are you okay?” A familiar voice asked. Ella gasped and quickly put her head up, showing her teary eyes threatening to fall.

“Ray-Ray?” Ella was shocked to see her ghost friend all of the sudden. “W-What are you doing here?” Ella turned around and used her shirt to wipe away the tears that were about to shed. Ray’s face turned concerned and took a step closer to put a hand on her shoulder.

“I was gonna visit you to see how you were doing, and it looks like I came at the right time. What’s up with you?” Ray asks her and Ella looks up at her and tries to keep her composure.

“(Y/n) disappeared, or more like kidnapped. I don’t know but something isn’t right and I’m so worried about her. I knew I shouldn’t have left her behind. I’ve been gone for two years and this happens.” Ella’s voice was broken and it made the secret angel sad as well. You were also a big part of her life and it was thanks to you that Ella finally left her corrupt family. You couldn’t even see or hear her, but it’s like you agreed to her opinion on the spot. If Ella couldn’t listen to her at the time, then she would listen to you. She even thought about letting you see her so that it can be the three of you.

“Ella let’s calm down. We don’t know how she disappeared but we both know that she’s a good ass kicker. If anyone could get out of tough situations it would be her.” Ray reassured her while rubbing her arm.

“That’s not gonna stop me from worrying. Can you find her? You're a ghost and maybe you can talk to some other spirits about where she’s been or something. Please..” Ella begged and held Ray’s hand tightly. It broke her angel heart to see a cheerful human so broken. She’s gonna find you one way or another, but she knows she can’t do it alone.

“I’ll go look for her, just keep calm and try not to break down in front of everyone. When I see her I’ll come back with an update. I promise that she’s gonna be alright Ella.” Ray calmly tells her with seriousness. Ella looks up at her ‘ghost’ friend, surprised but calmed down.

“Thank you Ray-Ray.” Ella hugs Ray, surprising the angel guardian and a small smile tugs at her lips.

“No problem Els.” Ray hugs her back and smiles at her human friend.

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“Uh Els?” Ray appeared behind her with a nervous smile. Ella turned around quickly by the sound of Ray’s voice. She hasn’t seen her in six months and it was almost driving her crazy worried.

“Did you find her?!” Ella got close to her with so much hope in her eyes.

“Yea I found her and she’s alive but..” Ray fidgeted a bit and Ella’s face turned concerned. “She’s in a critical condition physically..the doctor says that she’ll be fine once she’s healed but her traumatic experience might change her mentally.” Ella puts both hands on her face and tries to hold back a sob. Ella’s reaction made Ray comfort her the best she could to see the good side of things.

“B-But! She won’t go crazy as in asylum crazy. She just won’t be as positive as she was before, and you remember how she was when she first met you. Once (Y/n) sees you again she will be back into her old self in no time.” Ray tries to give her reassurance and hope the best way she can on the spot. Ella sniffs and wipes her tears away, and composes herself.

“So who did this? And how did you get her into the hospital?” Ella’s face turned so serious that it could even make Ray’s devilish brother nervous.

“I was actually lucky to give a ‘ghost’ signal to your friend Maze. She helped out with everything and she’s even coming with one of the culprits as we speak. I honestly don’t know who did this to her. There were so many people involved..it was horrible. It’s best if (Y/n) tells you when she’s all better.” Ray explains her heartbroken friend. For the first time in six months, Ella gave a sigh of relief and a light hearted smile.

“Thank you so much Ray-Ray. I don’t know what I would do without you. You're such a good friend.” Ella hugs her again and Ray happily gives one back, finally relieved that (Y/n) is alive and hopefully gets better. Ray looks through the window and sees Lucifer with Chloe coming in closer to the lab.

“You got company, I gotta go. Bye Els!” Ray quickly disappears in front of her without giving her a chance to say goodbye.

“Well hello Miss Lopez- are you alright?” Lucifer stops in his tracks along with Chloe. Ella’s eyes were still red and the tears made a mark on her cheeks.

“Oh! Don’t worry these are happy tears. I recently solved some personal problems. What’s up?” Ella went back to her happy cheerful self while the two duo looked confused and concerned.

“W-well, we only came back to see if you found anything on the case-Are you sure you're okay? You know you can talk to me about anything.” Decker tried to take her case seriously but it became difficult if her optimistic friend suddenly had puffy eyes and tear stains.

“Come on now, who do I have to punish? Is it an ex?” Lucifer grins and Chloe rolls her eyes.

“I wish it was an ex. Guys I’m serious, I’m happy. You're so sweet to worry about me but things are actually turning around for the better. Come here, I got something for the case.” Ella reassured them with a genuine smile and went to the table. Lucifer and Decker looked at each other and back to Ella. They both know that there’s something strange that happened but they know better than to push. Even the devil himself will back off...for now.

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Maze came strolling in the precinct with a smirk on her face. She dragged a guy who’s in a lot of trouble and will get her an amazing amount of cash. This guy is despicable and everyone of the detectives need to interrogate him for their cases. Yea he’s that deep into trouble. The guy keeps groaning in pain and calls for help to any of these officers. Maze pushed him onto the floor and placed her feet on top of his chest.

“Well Mazikeen, had a fun time hunting I see.” Lucifer walked away from Deckers desk towards the demon. Maze looked like a mess as well, but she didn’t care as long as the cash was good.

“This guy is one of my best work. He really kept things entertaining.” Maze smirks at the demon and ties his hands together.

“One of your best work? My, now I have to know what this man has done.” Lucifer looks intrigued at the man. There weren’t many criminals that made Maze so distraught and pleased.

“Is that Loy Huddson?” Chloe gets up to take a closer look at the man on the floor.

“Yeah, what about it?” Maze raises an eyebrow at her.

“He’s on our list for most wanted, the third one on the list. Everyone’s been looking for him everywhere. Maze how did you find him?” Chloe looks at her in bewilderment.

“I just had a hunch, a demon’s gotta keep her secrets too Decker.” Maze grins at Chloe and brings the man to his knees. “Now, how much do I get for this one?”

“You get about $500,000..” Chloe still looks shocked and Lucifer grins and applauds his demon.

“Well done Maze.” Lucifer observes as the officers take the man away and give Maze an envelope that holds the check for the money.

“Since the fun is over I’m gonna go put this baby in my card. First two rounds are on me tonight Decker.” Maze grins and walks away with the check.

“I’m not going out on a girls night out tonight!” Chloe tries to tell her from the distance.

“Great I’ll meet you there!” Maze gave a mischief grin while leaving.

“Looks you have a night off Detective.” Lucifer smiles at the workaholic woman.

“You had something to do with this.” Chloe crossed her arms in front of her chest and glared at the devil.

“Most definitely, come on now detective, we can’t keep these punishments waiting.” Lucifer starts walking out of the precinct despite Chloe’s protest the night off and lectures about the punishment.

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A taxi cab stops by infront an apartment building and Ella stands there with excitement and anticipation. She’s been waiting six more months to finally see her friend. Ella has left LA for a week to see you in the hospital during the last six months but she can’t help but jump a bit knowing that you're moving in with her. She promised herself that she will be there for you no matter what, and this time you won’t suffer alone in silence. Ella squealed and ran to the taxi cab, opening the door to pull you out of it and hug you so tight.

“Whoa Ella! Jumping me already?” You laughed and hugged her back just as tightly. You were just happy to be back, even more happier that you're gonna be living with you life long friend.

“I just couldn’t wait, oh! I’m taking you with me to my job in three hours to show you how things work around there.” Ella let’s go with one arm to check her watch.

“Looks like I missed a year of work.” You chuckled and Ella lets go of you and gives you her brightest smile.

“Don’t sweat it, I had my brother mail all of your things over and I saved up some money to put in your card. You only had $300 in it.” Ella smiled proudly as if she was right on schedule. Your face softened and hugged her again.

“Oh Ella you didn’t have to put money in my card, I could’ve made my own money.” You pulled away from the hug and she handed you your wallet and phone.

“Nah, I wanted to give you a boost on your new life, if things are gonna be different I want it to be a good different.” Ella smiled and you swear you couldn’t understand how you deserved an amazing friend.

“Thank you Ella, this means a lot.” You smiled and carried the duffle bag with you while following her inside the apartment.

The apartment seemed comfortable and with the amount of money she gains, she’s really more of a simple person. Others would’ve gone crazy with it. It’s beautiful and full of life, just like her, which made you smile.

“So how do you like the crib?” Ella gestures to the whole apartment with a proud smile.

“It’s perfect Els.” You giggled and followed her to your room. You placed your duffle bag on your bed and sat on the soft and comfortable mattress.

“I’m gonna go take a shower. Wanna go cruise around for a while and get something to eat?” Ella smiled at your relaxed body gesture. Maybe Ray-Ray is right, things could go back to normal.

“Yea sure, I’m gonna take a short nap so wake me up when you're done.” You smiled at her and laid on your bed comfortably.

“Alrighty, I’ll be back for you miss.” Ella winks at you and leaves the room. She closes the door on the way out and you smile to yourself. Things will get better. You closed your eyes and went to sleep. You were so sleepy that you haven’t noticed someone knocking on the door.

“Ms.Lopez? Are you in there?” Lucifer tries to be patient but his situation is just eating him. He easily picked the lock and went inside. He looks around her new apartment and looks at the picture on the shelf. It was a picture of Ella and another woman he’s never seen before. She hasn’t mentioned anyone other than her family.

“Keeping secrets?” Lucifer puts the picture back and proceeds into the hallway. He opens the first door he sees and sees a woman asleep on the bed. The same woman in the photo.

“Well hello, I wonder what makes you more special than her family.” Lucifer steps closer to her, making sure not to wake her up. He see’s how peaceful she looks while she’s dreaming. He gets closer to her and kneels down in front of her. Observing her face and body gesture, something seems to make him drawn to her. Her head moves slightly making her hair move to each side, showing the back of her neck. There's a weird mark on it and Lucifer frowns lightly at it. Lifting his finger to gently graze behind her neck. “What is your story, darling?” He whispers gently to her as if she’s listening.

“Lucifer what are you doing?” Ella was at the doorway with her arms across her chest with a disappointed look. Lucifer quickly stands up and turns around towards Ella.

“I’ve tried knocking but this is important.” He tries to explain and turns to you then back at Ella. “But I have to say Ms. Lopez, I’ve always thought you were an open book.” Lucifer grins and Ella grabs his arm to pull him in the living room.

“Her name is (Y/n).She’s a long life friend, basically like a sister to me. I was gonna introduce you guys to her in two hours. Now, what is it that’s so important?” Ella sighed and looked at the trouble maker impatiently.

“The detective has been really snappy with me lately. Don’t get me wrong, I love her snappy side on the occasion but this seems different. You see, I’ve done nothing wrong and I was wondering if you can help me.” Lucifer smooths his suit and sits on the couch. The optimistic scientist can’t help but feel bad for her troublesome friend. The truth is that if he wasn’t interested in Chloe then he would’ve introduced you to him. Ella hasn’t been able to talk to Chloe about her problems with Lucifer.

“I can see what’s going on, but try not to break into my place again dude. I have company now and God knows she’s a hell of a fighter.” Ella grins about your reaction if Lucifer got to wake you up.

“Not again with his name.” Lucifer sighed and leaned back on the couch.

“Hey Ella, are we leaving now-” You stopped right in your tracks when you saw a guest on the couch. “Oh, I didn’t know you had company, do you need a moment.” You looked back at her and the stranger.

“No, this is actually one of the people you're gonna see at the precinct, he’s-” Ella was interrupted when Lucifer stood from the couch and walked towards you.

“Lucifer Morningstar, darling. Nice to meet you, (Y/n) correct?” Lucifer gently holds your hand and kisses it gently. You raise an eyebrow and pull your hand away.

“Yeah it is. Nice to meet you Mr.Morningstar.” You said politely, you couldn’t help but feel that this guy is trouble.

“Great! Since you both met, I wanna take (Y/n) out for lunch before I get to show her the precinct. Lucifer you should get going, I know there's a case wanting to be solved.” Ella went by your side and linked her arms with yours, dragging you to the front door.

“Nonsense, I’ll join, the detective can wait a little longer.” Lucifer smiles and tries to follow the both of you. Right when Ella was gonna open her car door, her phone rings. She sees that it was Chloe calling her and accepts it.

“Decker?” Ella was confused since her shift hasn’t started yet. Lucifer hear’s this and tries to listen in but Ella waves him off. “Oh wow, okay I’ll be there.” She hangs up the phone and sighs.

“Well? What happened?” Lucifer asked, waiting for Ella to explain.

“Chloe needs me at the lab, it’s an emergency so I have to be there straight away. Looks like there's no lunch, sorry (Y/n).” Ella gave you an apologetic look.

“It’s fi-” “I can take her.” Lucifer interrupts you and smiles at your best friend.

“I-I don’t know Lucifer, she just met you. It’s better if she comes with me.” Ella looked really hesitant about it. She didn’t want to leave you alone to someone you just met but she doesn’t want to keep you hungry.

“And have her starve? I believe you have better manners than that Ms.Lopez.” Lucifer playfully lectures her. Ella looks at you for a response and you just smiled reassuringly at her.

“I’ll be fine Ella, just focus on your work, I’ll bring you your lunch, okay?” You smiled at your friend and she smiles back at you.

“Okay, okay. Call me if there’s a problem or text me. Make sure you stay with Lucifer at all times and you better not lose sight of her.” Ella points at Lucifer in a scolding way and you tried not to laugh.

“I never lose sight of women, one of my special traits.” Lucifer puts both of his hands up.

“Alright mom we get it.” You put her hand down and hugged her close. Once you parted, Lucifer guided you into his car which surprised you. You were kinda expecting a Lamborghini with the way he looks rich. This car was actually really classy. Lucifer opens the door like a gentleman and you sit in the passenger's seat. When you got inside, Ella passed the car with hers and waved at you.

“Have fun! You know what I want. Love you!” Ella blows a kiss at you and leaves the parking lot. You laughed at her declaration through the parking lot. Lucifer gets in the driver's seat and starts the car. The engine turns on and the vibration of the car has traveled to your body, making you blush a little.

“Where would you like to go (Y/n)? Fast food I presume? I know one that’s close by.” Lucifer asks and you look at him with a genuine smile.

“Yeah, the sooner I get to Ella the less she’s gonna fuss over me.” You look back at the road and relax while feeling the wind through your hair.

“Perfect.” Lucifer grins and speeds up a little bit more. He couldn’t help but feel relaxed with you. It’s like some type of aurora you give him. He should be feeling excited to learn more about you and your private life. Looking for answers as to why Ella has hidden you for so long. Hell, even wanting to know your deepest desire. Yet all he wants to do now is relax. 

‘Not even the detective can make me feel that way.’

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DATING MONSTA X HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴  Im Changkyun

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Changkyun is a huge fan of affection, it’s definitely his love language. He loves to use it to remind you that he’s there, and also know that you’re with him too. Whenever you’re together, you can always expect some sort of physical contact.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

He was incredibly shy when he first met you, the other members ended up having to push him into speaking to you. You found it really endearing how nervous he was to talk to you, but after a couple of minutes in your company, Changkyun quickly began to settle and realised he had nothing to even be anxious about.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

His confession definitely didn’t go quite as Changkyun had planned. He confessed to you over dinner, yet somehow as he went to tell you how he felt, he ended up dropping his drink all down himself, creating a horrid damp stain on his white shirt. Once you’d helped to tidy him up a bit, he tried again to tell you how he felt, this time getting through it without any more mishaps or opportunities to embarrass himself.

D ⇴ DATES

If Changkyun remembered that the two of you had a date planned, they would always be special. He loved to treat you and take you out whilst also making sure to keep you on your toes. Just when you thought you knew the kind of dates that Changkyun enjoyed, he’d find something new for the two of you to try and send you in a different direction. You loved the mystery that came with dating Changkyun, he loved to leave you questioning what he had planned, but one thing for sure was that you always enjoyed it.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

You were his first experience of a proper relationship since his debut, whilst he’d had a few dates and talked to a few girls, nothing really came from them. He relied on his other members a lot to begin with, he’d turn to them frequently for support and guidance in what to do. He didn’t want you to see the side of him that was worrying and stressing, he wanted to put you under the illusion that he had everything under control. After being sat down with the boys, Changkyun knew exactly what to do and how to make everything work.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

Changkyun isn’t someone who fights often, if the two of you begin to argue, he’ll get very shy and shut himself down from the situation. He hates conflict and loud voices, and he always knows when the point is for the two of you to stop. He’ll always be the first one of the two of you to hold his hands up and acknowledge that the two of you need to take a step back and forget about what’s going on. At times he can be a bit short with you, and even though he means it as a joke, it doesn’t necessarily come off that way. If he knows that he’s hurt you though, he’ll be very quick to put things right and apologise to you.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

Meeting his family was a huge deal for you, and Changkyun knew how important it was for you. You ended up meeting them at a family wedding as Changkyun’s plus one. It took you a long time to even be able to speak in front of them because you were so nervous, but once you did, you were happy to talk to them all night long.

H ⇴ HOME

Over the years, he’d become very settled at the dorm, and changing that routine scared Changkyun a lot. He wanted to be sure that if he moved out of the dorm it was forever, as he didn’t want to change his routine again. He ended up moving into your place after a few months, as he wanted to still be in a space familiar to him.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

The first ‘I love you’ came from Changkyun one evening whilst the two of you were on a date. He’d been staring at you more than usual for most of the night, leaving you very confused. But, as he told you the reason for why he’d found himself staring more than usual, you were more than pleased by what you heard.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Changkyun never gets jealous, he enjoys seeing you happy, and if that’s with someone else, then he really doesn’t mind. He supports you in whatever you want to do and will trust you always in everything. At times you try a little harder to push the boundaries and see if he might get jealous, but he never does, he trusts you and knows that you’re more than capable of handling yourself. It definitely makes life a little bit easier for you knowing that you don’t have to worry about him getting jealous or doubting you.

K ⇴ KIDS

Before dating you, Changkyun had given very little thought to the future and starting a family with anyone or how his future would look. He still thought it was a little way off just yet, but if you wanted to talk about it, he wouldn’t say no. Over time, he naturally found himself beginning to think about a family more and more with the longer the two of you stayed together and the more likely being your forever came to him.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

Being able to make you laugh is one of the things that Changkyun works hard on. He knows that you love his brutal attitude sometimes and how blunt he can be to people, he’s never nasty about it and always does it jokingly. He also loves to tickle you a lot, physical affection is a huge thing for you, so when he hugs you, he’ll often also attack your hips or your waist to be able to hear you laughing too. Once he starts hearing you laugh, he’ll find it hard to stop as he loves the sound of your giggles so much.

M ⇴ MISSING

As the youngest member of the group have always rallied around him a little bit more than the others. He doesn’t like for the other members to worry about him, even if he is the maknae, so he’ll try and convince them all that they don’t have anything to worry about. However, as soon as he’s alone with you, he’ll let you know exactly how he’s feeling and how hard of a time he’s having. He knows that he can confide in you, and even though you can’t physically be there with him, you’ll know the right things to say to pick him up and push him to continue. It’s hard on you both, but you both know it’s not going to be permanent when he goes away, and all you can do is look forward to the day that he comes back home.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

You tended to just shorten his name when you wanted him, but if you ever called him by his full name, he’d know that he was in trouble. He’d spin around and smile innocently, but he’d know he’d been caught out.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Changkyun is obsessed with your hair, he loves to play with it whenever you’re lying against him. The scent of your shampoo is also something he loves to fall asleep with.

P ⇴ PDA

Affection in public isn’t something that Changkyun is a big fan of. He’ll hold your hand and make it clear to people that the two of you are together, but that’s usually as far as affection from him goes. He much prefers to save proper affection for when the two of you are alone and no one is watching you both.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Changkyun loved to question you when he needed a bit of a boost. Everyone had dips when they weren’t quite feeling themselves, and when he did, he often turned to you for advice and a bit of support.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

He loved writing songs whenever he had some time to himself, but he also loved to have you around when he did so. You’d spent countless hours sat in his lap whilst Changkyun sat at his desk, usually with a piano beside you, coming up with lyrics. There were long nights when you’d often wake up the following morning still there, but with Changkyun smiling back at you having finished what he was working on.

S ⇴ SEX

Intimacy definitely makes Changkyun shy, as much as he likes being close to you and being able to touch you, he can’t help but blush from time to time and look away. His hands love to play with your hair during these times, he’ll often pull at you slightly to guide you to where he wants you and hold you in position. There aren’t many words needed between you both, your touches usually say everything you need them too.

T ⇴ TEXTS

Messages from Changkyun are usually apologies, he’s quite forgetful, so he’ll often end up having to send you a text to let you know he forgot what you wanted from the shop or the time you were supposed to be meeting.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

Before dating you, Changkyun had never realised how important love was. He would often thank you at random moments for coming into his life and filling the gap he had in his life, even though he never knew it was there beforehand.

V ⇴ VACATION

Changkyun would be keen to travel with you as often as possible, he’d told you all about his upbringing and the places that he loved, so you’d be keen to take him back to some of those places when you could. He’d love to show you around all the places he loved as a youngster and make some new memories with you.

W ⇴ WHINING

Whenever he managed to embarrass himself, he’d whine to try and distract from the fact he’d just tripped up over himself or done something stupid.

X ⇴ XXXXX

He would love to kiss you when he felt his cheeks turn red so that you couldn’t tease him. Being one of the quieter members, he often found himself not saying a lot, but his kisses would be saying a lot to you. You’d learnt over the years how to read into his kisses and how to figure out how he was feeling. Changkyun never quite knew how you managed it, but he was blown away by how well you could read him.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were the love of his life, the one he wanted to be with every day, forever.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

The two of you are prone to late nights because of Changkyun’s work, so you usually lay as close to each other as you can to get off to sleep quickly. You won’t say much to each other, instead you’ll just close your eyes and enjoy each other’s company.

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Always - Captain Rex x Reader (Maybe - Part 2)

Ahahahaha... back at it again *finger guns* I wanted to work on a series but this has been in my head and it won’t leave so... I went with it.

A little bit of AUing about where Rex went after the clone wars ended cause that’s just who i am. I made up the battle the reader is in during the beginning, cause *plot*. Okay this a/n is too long let’s just jump in.

Sorry this one is long, it kinda just flowed out of me. Hope you like it!

This is a part 2 to Maybe, so I recommend reading that first. Link can be found here.

taglist: @stevensfondue @likeshootingstarsinthenightsky cause they requested in the comments- probably wouldn’t have written this if they hadn’t requested so hope you two like it :)

Y/n: Your name.

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***

You kept a steady hand on the gunship handle as you and your men hurdled towards the surface of Ajan Kloss. The ship rocked as it dodged shots from Separatist cannons, some of them barely missing the sides. One shot was too close, and the explosion from it knocked one of your troops out of the LAAT/i- Rocket, was his name. He was a good friend of yours.

You shook the thoughts away, remembering to keep your mind in the present. No good would come out of getting distracted in battle; you had too much experience with that (a sore breakup being the cause) and you weren’t interested in it happening again.

“General!” You glanced up at Commander Blaze, your second. “The droids are too close! We won’t be able to make it to the landing site at this rate!”

“We’ll have to land farther back,” you went closer to the cockpit, using the Force to steady yourself. “Rush! We’re gonna have to touch down sooner than we thought. Land at coordinates,” you paused, remembering the holomap of the planet. “1137-4265!”

The pilot, Rush, nodded. “Got it, General! Hold on, this is gonna be a rough landing!”

You barely grabbed onto the handle before the LAAT/i tipped downwards, taking a steeper course to reach the (now closer) landing point. Your mind unconsciously went to another time, when you were in a situation much like this.

The gunship sped towards the ground of Geonosis, making this your second time in a battle here. You weren’t excited to be going back. But if the Separatists were building a factory here, something had to be done about it.

“General, you might want to hold on… I have a feeling this ship’s about to get unsteady.” You grinned at Rex, who was turned towards you, and you knew that under the helmet he was giving you a look for not grabbing the handles.

“Is that a challenge, Rex?” You always were one to make things… interesting, as you called it.

Others called it being unnecessarily reckless, but to each their own.

He shook his head, rocking a bit as the LAAT/i swerved. You narrowly avoided falling over in the cramped ship. “‘Course not, Sir. I just don’t feel like dealing with a missing general today.”

“Is that so? Well, I promise I won’t go missing. However, that doesn’t mean I’m going to be subdued today. After all, the fun is in the risk.” Still, though, you reached up and gripped the handle, just to be safe.

“Why did I have to get stuck with the adrenaline-junkie Jedi?” He muttered more to himself than you.

“Oh, come on. We make things entertaining,” you teased. “You love us.”

You felt something change in his Force signature when you said that, a feeling you couldn’t place. Not a bad one, but it was uneasy- secretive. But also… warm? You couldn’t see his face under the helmet, and you didn’t know what you’d find there if you could.  

Just then, the ship tilted sharply, and you practically went over the side, if not for an arm grabbing yours. Your hold on the handle had relaxed during your banter with Rex.

Speaking of him, he was gently but hurriedly pulling you back in the ship, grabbing the attention of your Co-General.

“Y/n! Be careful!” Anakin yelled over the blasts outside.

“Sorry!” You held the hand grip on the ceiling stronger than before. No matter how rash you seemed, you really didn’t want to fall out of the LAAT/i. You looked back at Rex, who was tilting his head as if to say ‘I told you so’.

“Yeah, yeah, you warned me. I’ll be careful.” You winked at your Captain, and you sensed that strange feeling flicker in his Force signature again.

***

Four days later, your fighter had been brought down to the surface of the jungle planet, along with more tanks, troops, and cannons. There had been reports of droids massing on Ajan Kloss, and they had been right. When you arrived, the numbers of enemies on the planet had been bigger than reported. Luckily, however, there weren’t many casualties in the battles that had taken place in the last few days.

You sat in your tent, mulling over your data pad. There were reports of many battles, including the recent one over Coruscant.

Apparently there was another siege going on- on Mandalore, of all places. At first, you had no idea why there would be a campaign there. It was a peaceful world in neutral space.

Until you remembered… Maul’s rise to power. And the death of Duchess Kryze. It was still jarring to think of it. Maul’s return was so sudden- Mandalore was just Mandalore, a reformed planet of peace. Until it wasn’t. The planet had become something much different following the death of its rightful ruler.

You wondered who was leading the siege. The company number, the 332nd, wasn’t one you recognized. Then again, these days, there were so many battalions, it was likely you just hadn’t noticed it before.

Then you saw…

332nd company

Commanding officer(s): Clone Commander CT-7567 “Rex”

Second-in-command: Advisor Ahsoka Tano

You didn’t bother reading the rest. Rex? And Ahsoka? You hadn’t seen her since her trial all those months ago. It still hurt to think of her, a young girl you thought of as your little sister (yes, you had grown apart following your leaving the 501st. But you had been together for so long, it was inevitable that the Togruta felt like family. And you still saw each other sometimes on Coruscant or on a joint mission, and you still cared about her as much as you did before).

The same could be said for someone else. Someone whose name you tried to forget. Someone who… who stabbed at your heart when their face entered your mind. Who made your stomach flutter, who made you cry, someone you loved deeply- no matter how much time passed.

You couldn’t… you couldn’t think of him right now. There was planning to do.

But Force, you hoped he was safe.

***

The Force was screaming. With pain, and betrayal, and hurt. So much hurt.

Bonds you had were snapping one by one, being severed quickly by something… strange. And painful. And every time a life force was extinguished, it was as if you were them; so many shots hitting you, phantom burns on your skin. And you didn’t know why; were they dying? How? Why?

whywhywhywhy-

You grabbed at your chest, stumbling. The Jedi… they were… no. Please, no.

What is going on? How could this be happening?

It hurts. Stop. Stop. Stop.

You fell on one knee, your face scrunching in pain. You wanted it to go away. You wanted it all to go away. This can’t be happening, please, let it stop, let it STOP, STOP-

stopstopstopstopstop

Your troops… they were acting strange. Their force signatures felt… off, you realized. As you shakily stood up, trying to regain your footing, you looked around at them all. Your thoughts raced.

The force is unbalanced, what is going on, why are they DYING-

You saw your commander out of the corner of your eye. Normally, Blaze was very diligent about the health of the troops, and that included you. Usually he’d be forcing you to the medic tent if he saw you like this. But now…

You watched in shock as he raised his blaster toward you. Turning around, you saw the other men do the same.

Wait, what? No, stop, why, this is wrong… wrongwrongwrong something is WRONG-

“B-Blaze,” your voice faltered. “What… what are you doing?”

“Quiet, traitor.”

And the clones opened fire.

***

“Anakin? What’s wrong?” You stared worriedly at the comm, the holographic form of your friend wavering a bit through the unsteady connection. You saw the dark circles under his eyes, they had grown in the time you’d been apart.

“Something’s happened. It’s not good. Really not good.”

Your brow furrowed. “Okay. What is it?” He didn’t answer at first, worrying you. “Ani?” You hadn’t used the nickname since you were children, when you were nothing more than Initiates, when there wasn’t a war.

“It’s Fives.”

Fives. You hadn’t seen him in a long time. But back in the 501st, he was one of your closest friends. You realized you hadn’t been comming him enough, something you’d have to work on. “What about him?”

“He’s… he’s dead, Y/n.”

“W-what? How? Why?”

Anakin sighed. “I don’t really know. It happened so fast. Something about chips, and a plot… he went insane. Tried to kill the Chancellor.”

It was like the wind was knocked out of you. The Fives you knew, your friend, wouldn’t… he wouldn’t. You ran your hand over your face as sadness filled you.

“How did-” you fiddled with your hands. “How did Rex take it?”

“Not good,” Anakin said softly. “He was there, when it happened. We both were. He held Fives as he died.”

“Oh, no…” Your lip quivered. How you wished you could’ve been there. For Rex.

For Fives.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I know you and Fives were close.”

You nodded. “I should… I should go. Lots to do.” Anakin opened his mouth to say something, but you ended the call before he could.

In the solace of your quarters, you quietly let the tears fall.

***

You slumped over in your chair as you entered hyperspace. You vaguely remembered setting the navicomputer to Dantooine, but it felt like a dream.

Actually, the entire last hour felt like a dream.

You remembered your men, the ones you trusted with your life, raising their weapons at you. Calling you a traitor. And firing.

You remembered drawing your lightsaber and dodging, heading for your fighter.

You remembered sprinting. And cursing. Adrenaline taking over. And shots grazing your skin, three ringing true. You checked over your body, at the wounds. Those would have to be taken care of soon.

You remembered taking off, flying as fast as your ship could go. Docking with the hyperdrive ring that you stationed in the atmosphere. And then…

Well, now you watched as the bright blue stars whizzed by.

The Force was still in pain. It wasn’t screaming anymore, but wounded. Deeply wounded, like someone had slashed at it with a lightsaber. A chasm of pain was flowing through it, because of-

No. They couldn’t be-

Couldn’t be-

Dead.

No-

Why-

The clones-

The pain-

The betrayal-

What is happening?

What happened to them?

Why? Why? WHY?

whywhywhywhywhywhy-

And in your fighter, you screamed.

***

Dantooine was peaceful.

Peace… peace seemed unattainable, but it was something you were happy to chase after.

No matter how long it took, no matter how alone you were, you wanted to find peace.

***

About six months after you arrived on Dantooine, you searched the Force. It was the first time you could truly bear opening yourself up to it. Before, it had still been reeling with the deaths -murders- of your people, and the agony had been so heavy that you couldn’t open up to the Force for more than a few minutes, sometimes seconds, at a time.

This time, even though it still hurt, you probed the Force around you. Trying, hoping, to find someone you knew who was still alive. You wanted, needed, to find someone to reach out to. The solitude of being a fugitive was getting to you.

Yes, there were many clones to be found, but they…

They weren’t an option. Not anymore.

(Blaze, your remarkable commander, was in the hands of the Galactic Empire. He was one of your closest friends, once. Until-)

You wondered, in those harrowing months, what had happened to your beloved Captain. Was he still out there, was he part of the Empire, or dead-

Maybe it’d be better if he was… then I’d know he wasn’t one of their puppets-

Y/n, how could you think that?!

Why did it have to come to this?

As you delicately explored the force, shying away from the split bonds (they burned when you touched them), you wondered-

Maybe, if he was alive, what if your bond was still there?

You wanted to find out. After all, you realized, I never did want to live without him. I don’t think I can anymore.

That wasn’t the Jedi way.

But the Jedi-

They were gone.

***

“Rex, I- I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/n. We’re in this together. Always.”

***

The thread of your bond with him had frayed a bit, but it was still there. A bond that came from loving someone so deeply wouldn’t have gone away in a few months of separation.

Not when you still loved him so.

Even if he was-

If he was-

If he-

If he was one of them, an Imperial- well, you didn’t care. You had to see him again. If he came here with a squadron and terminated you, a traitorous Jedi… you weren’t sure if you cared.

If the last thing you saw was him, that would be enough. A dark thought, yes, but then again, all your thoughts had been a little dark lately.

You tugged on the thread. Gathering your strength, you sent a message. Come find me, love.

Dantooine. I’m here. Coordinates 2247-3656.

I love you. I always have. I always will.

Come find me.

***

A week went by.

Nothing.

So you tried again.

Dantooine. I’m still here. 2247-3656.

Come find me. Please.

I love you.

Again and again, for weeks.

Come find me, Rex.

I’m alive.

Dantooine. 2247-3656.

***

After two months of this went by, you decided to try one last time.

Dantooine. 2247-3656.

I’ll be here, love. Always.

***

Another month went by before it happened.

You lived on a small farm, and you were in the fields when the engines of a ship filled your ears.

Seeing as your farm was significantly far from others, you knew that whoever it was had to be here for you.

And suddenly, a presence you hadn’t felt in much too long was filling your senses.

He came.

You watched, frozen, as he approached. You hadn’t really seen each other since your separation, almost two years ago. You hadn’t had a real conversation since then, either. Holo or otherwise.

But that didn’t matter.

Snapping out of your daze, you ran to him with tears in your eyes. Crashing into his arms, you sobbed as he held you.

“I wasn’t sure if it was real, I thought I was going crazy- I’m so happy you’re alive,” He said softly.  

“I never stopped. Loving you, I mean. I- I never want- to let you go again,” You choked out.

You felt him hold you tighter. “Me too. I love you, Y/n. We’re in this together.”

Pulling back slightly, you traced his cheekbone as you whispered, “Always.”

There were dark times ahead. But with him by your side, you would get through it.

Always.

Fin.

[lustresky]

all i ask [peter parker x f!reader]

summary: You question your true feelings for Peter after missing out on five years of your life.

wc: 2400ish.

themes: angst(ish), fluff, happy endings, best friends to lovers trope, mention of dermatillomania, existential questionings...

a/n: this is the first x reader that i have ever written, so sorry in advance if it’s awkward:’’’) english also isn’t my first language, so please do hit me up if i make any mistakes/some things sound wrong! still, i hope that some of you out there will still like this lil thing. i just want to keep peter in my pocket gawd what a bby:’’’’’’’( p.s. title is a song by adele! just had to name this that cuz it unexpectedly came into my playlist while i was writing this and the song just fit so well that it shocked me haha

requests are open! & pls don’t forget to like and reblog, thank you! c:

THIS TAKES PLACE AFTER ENDGAME, RIGHT BEFORE FFH. IT EXCLUDES THE LOVE STORY BETWEEN LIZ & PETER IN HOMECOMING. 

available on ao3.

The rom-com flickered on the screen in front of your and Peter’s eyes, the only light illuminating the small living room.

Your legs were sprawled on top of Peter’s own, your arms becoming a bit numb from the fact that you haven’t moved them from their cramp inducing position for the past fifteen minutes. It wasn’t your fault— the small sofa could only leave you and Peter enough space to lounge about.

He had invited you over for some much needed “hang out” time. Considering the fact that both of you had missed out on five years of your life, you had suggested you both catch up on all of the movies the two of you had missed; but one thing led to another and now you were both watching late 90’s and early 2000’s films. 

You were surprised, and maybe even mildly offended, when Peter had said that he had never watched Mean Girls nor Clueless. The boy who spew out pop comic references every other second had never watched the classics for every teenage girl? The blasphemy!

You fiddled with the fluffy throw covering your legs and partially, Peter’s. Your attention wasn’t really on the movie anymore, you’d seen it multiple times. Could probably recite it by heart, you thought, if you concentrated hard enough.

Speaking of concentration, your eyes inadvertently found their spot upon Peter’s face. It was quite funny, and maybe even adorable if you wanted to go that way, how concentrated the geeky boy was over such a cliché film. You had never once thought, with all of the years that you had known him, that he would listen and take Cher Horowitz’s words to heart.

Peter didn’t notice your gaze, and so you took that as an unspoken permission to roam your eyes over his features: the small lines already appearing beside his eyes, a tell-tale sign of how much he smiled— or at least, tried to, these days. There were those chiseled cheeks and the sharp jawline that he somehow managed to maintain despite eating delivery food every other day. (You can’t blame May, she tries her best, really; but sometimes Thai or Chinese is just way more palatable.) His nose, a bit crooked, from an ”accident.“ (You still don’t really know the exact details about that one, and frankly, you think it would hurt just hearing about it.) Soft curls of his brown hair fell over his forehead, messy and barely brushed.

Truly, you could probably spend a whole hour just staring at him. It’s weird, you know, who the hell stares at their own best friend for long periods of time? Well, MJ probably does, but then again she draws people most of the time so that’s socially allowed... and well— she’s MJ. She just… does that. You suppose.

Maybe she does have a point, you mused. People-watching seemed fun, seeing the way that people processed information was interesting, but you couldn’t really imagine doing that to anyone— anyone else but Peter, at least.

You loved Peter. It wasn’t even a question. Truly, you did— he was family. However, after the Snap, you started to question how you truly felt about him.

Did you ‘love’ him? You had asked yourself that question multiple times already. Then again, he was cute, goal-oriented, stubborn, loyal, smart, geeky, strong... (not just physically, between his difficult childhood and what you both had just gone through, you think that he may just be the strongest person that you know, mentally.) He knew how to make you laugh, how to make you feel safe… God, he was your exact type. 

However, you had always put your feelings aside ever since you came back from the dead. What if it was just your mind craving for affection, afraid that you would never be able to experience the love that you had always wanted? Were you just terrified of the thought of not living your life to the fullest, that you started to ’love’ the first person to have ever given you warmth, just because the choice to do so was taken away from you? 

Did you actually love him in that way? Would you still have loved him in that way, even if that purple fucking raisin didn’t come out of the fucking sky and take you both away from reality without even asking? Were you just blindsided? Were you wearing rose-coloured glasses?

What type of love for him did you feel, exactly?

It didn’t really help that Peter was way more clingy and touchy now. Sure, you were best friends even before then, but you never really touched each other so often before. His actions only further spiraled your pondering.

His hands seemed to linger more on your shoulders, nowadays. Now, he would, absentmindedly, lay his hands on your thighs while you were talking. Now, his hugs were tighter, warmer, and always included both of his arms— unlike those casual, one armed hugs that you would give each other while saying goodbye after school, right before you both ceased existing.

While talking, his eyes seemed to stare straight into yours, which always made you falter with your words before you shook his gaze off. Once, you saw him fixating his eyes on your lips while you vented to him about a mathematical formula that gave you a hard time. 

He never really did that before— whenever you didn’t understand something, he would always just give you a small grin before shaking his head and finding a way to better explain the topic to you. At first, you thought that maybe he just had a lot on his mind, that he was just staring into space… 

Or maybe, just maybe, he loved you. In that way.

Though, now that you thought more about it, maybe he just craved affection like you did. He went through a lot. His life was never devoid of danger, and it wasn’t questionable to want comfort after all of the things that he had gone through. Did he truly feel that way about you, or did he only see you as a comfort tool? You wouldn’t be angry if he did, out of all the people that you knew that deserved more reassurance and love, he was definitely on top of the list. 

You didn’t mind. You understood.

Was he in the same boat as you? 

You startled yourself away from your thoughts when Peter suddenly retracted his body further back into the couch, as if he wanted to bury himself in it. His brows were furrowed, nose scrunched, lips curled up in disgust; though to your relief his eyes were still glued to the screen and he hadn’t just seen you checking him out. You chuckled at the unexpected reaction, “What’s gotten you so worked up?”

Peter shook his head from side to side, as if that would help him from his current situation. “I get that they aren’t really related, but it’s just— weird.” He replied. 

Intrigued, you shifted your eyes over to the screen, and was welcomed by Cher and Josh kissing. You laughed at Peter’s disgust.

“How is it weird? They’ve had— like, very evident tension for half of the movie, Pete.” You replied, eyes watching the way Josh held Cher’s face in his hands. As much as you would never admit it, your stomach fluttered at the scene. “Don’t tell me you didn’t expect it to happen.”

Peter groaned. “It’s not that I didn’t expect it to happen, it’s just— Josh is what, almost twenty or something? And Cher is our age!” He rattled off. “I’m having flashbacks to when I learned that Luke and Leia were actually related.” 

You shook your head and let out a snort. Typical Peter, always finding a way to reference Star Wars.

“It’s just a lil’ kiss scene Pete, don’t get so worked up about it.” You chuckled. You let out a dreamy sigh, your lip unknowingly curling into a small smile. Truth be told, you've always wanted something so passionate yet so soft like that to happen to you. 

You couldn’t help but let the next words tumble out of your mouth. “Isn’t it romantic though? The fact that the person that Cher has been searching and looking for so hard was actually just right there.”

“Always there…” Your voice slowly found itself becoming quieter, until it was only a ghost of a whisper. “Right by your side.”

You felt your cheeks grow hot. What the fuck was all that sudden sentimental bullshit, Y/N? You thought to yourself.

You hoped that Peter just didn’t pick up on what you had just said. The movie was loud enough to cover it, right?

With a reassuring breath, mostly to yourself, you turned your gaze back to Peter’s face.

Only to find him staring back at you.

Fuck, what were you thinking? With his enhanced senses, of course he would’ve heard what you had said.

Your breath got caught in your throat as your brain almost short circuited from the unexpected eye contact. His stare was unrelenting; from the dim light of the television, you can see his dilated irises, swimming with what you can only assume was longing… and hope.

The air suddenly seemed thick with tension. What kind it was? You weren’t really sure, but the movie and its noises were now just background noise and lighting. From the corner of your eyes, you see Peter’s Adam apple bob up and down as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Y/N…” He started, slowly, seemingly unsure of how to word his sentence. You mustered up a small bit of courage and sent him a small smile, patiently waiting for his brain to catch up with his mouth. It was one of his quirks that you adored so much, how much he struggled with the right words to say, because he knew the gravity of them; even if he did end up just spewing them out in the end.

“I— I don’t really know how to say this exactly, but,” Peter chewed on his bottom lip. “God I just— I just need to man up and say it because it’s been on my mind ever since I came back and I don’t think I can put it off any longer because I’m scared that you’ll disappear again and that I’ll never have the chance to say the truth and I—“ He stopped in his tracks, seemingly running out of words to say. His head dropped to look at his lap, as he started fidgeting with his hands and picking at his cuticles. A nervous tick that you recognized.

You straightened up from your lounging position, and slowly reached out your arms to lay your own hands on top of his, effectively gaining his attention and stopping his quite destructive habit. Bit by bit, he faced you once more; albeit now his eyes seemed to be more glassy.

“Y/N,” He took a shaky breath. “You— you mean so much to me.“ His eyes stared straight through you, and by now you felt your eyes start getting teary too.

“When it was happening I— all I could think about was how I felt about you. I— I felt so fucking selfish. I didn’t even think about Aunt May— or Ned, or MJ. All I thought about was how much I regretted not telling you how I actually felt about you sooner— that I’ll never be able to tell you how much I actually fucking loved you—“

Instinctively, you cut him off with your index placed on his lips. Now it was your turn to let out a shaky breath as your hand descended and found itself laying once more on Peter’s own.

Peter loved you. Even before the snap. Even before you disappeared.

The sight of Peter in front of you: vulnerable, hair ruffled, cheeks and nose and the tips of his ears red, his eyes watering as he poured his heart out to you was the moment that answered all of your doubts from before.

That was when you realized that you loved him, too. Truly. Without a doubt.

You loved him before everything went to hell, you still love him now, and fuck, you would still love him even if you hadn’t died. You weren’t wearing rose-coloured glasses, hell, far from it. You were seeing everything clearly. You were seeing everything just the way that they are.

You opened your lips, and a strangled but genuine giggle came out. “Pete, I love you too. I’ve loved you since— fuck, I can’t even remember when I actually started fucking loving you. You’ve been such a constant in my life that I questioned myself whether I truly loved you romantically, because I’m also a fucking idiot that thought that the type of love that I had for you was only platonic. Turns out they’re both one and the same.” You were laughing now, with a few hiccups here and there from the hot tears streaming down your cheeks.

“And shut up— you aren’t selfish,” With a new wave of courage, you lifted up one of your hands again and cradled his face. He leaned into it, impulsively, sniffling. “You’re one of the most selfless people that I know, hell, you put yourself in danger for people that you don’t even fucking know. I… I honestly think you could use more selfishness sometimes.” You laughed, softly, trying to regain a bit more composure with the tidal wave of emotions washing through you.

Peter, thankfully, found your quip funny. He snorted, shaking his head, as he lifted the sleeve of his Midtown Tech hoodie up to wipe at his tears. He wiped yours too, and you thanked him with a genuine smile.

All hearts now bared, you both just stared at each other, not really knowing what else to say nor do. From what you could tell, the movie was over now, the ending scene just slowly rolling in as it always does.

You opened your mouth, about to break the silence, when Peter beat you to it.

“Can I kiss you?”

A chuckle escaped your mouth before you could reply properly, and a huge grin overtook your face as your cheeks heated up once more. You squeezed his hands, and nodded.

Peter leaned in, and you had never felt more at peace.

[cowpokecorner]

For Whom The Bell Tolls Part 2 // Micah x Reader (NSFT)

FO: Sorry this took me so long to get done. Been a lot going on personally, and I haven't had a whole lot of motivation to write. Especially considering I wasn't much of a writer before this blog. lol But anyway, as promised, here is Part 2 to my recent Micah x Reader story. Once again, it's a bit long, so I apologize for that as well. ^-^;; This part IS NSFT/NSFW so please read at your own discretion and enjoy~! ^w^ Also, if you haven’t already read it, you can’t find Part 1 here. =========================== After having a quick chat with the saloon owner and exchanging payment, Micah had come to retrieve you and lead you up the stairs to the room the two of you had been given for the night. He fumbled a bit with the key before finally figuring out which way it went and getting the door open. You follow him int, your eyes widening at the sight before you. Your family home wasn't the most lavish place, so seeing a room like this was actually a whole new experience. Micah looked back at you with a raised brow. "Well. You comin' in?" "O-oh! S-sorry..." You stuttered a bit when you realized you were still just standing in the doorway. You quickly stepped in and shut the door behind you. Your surprise was quickly replaced with the butterflies now filling your stomach at the realization that you were actually about to spend the night in a private room with a man you had only just met not even twenty-four hours ago. Micah removed his hat and placed it on the vanity in the corner of the room before taking off his leather jacket and draping it over the chair. He turned to you with a tipsy expression as he pulled out a cigarette and a match. He lit it up and took a long drag, blowing out the smoke and smiling at you. "So uh... Still got n'hour or so til it gets dark. Anythin' y'wanna do b'fore bed~?" You seemed to be a bit startled a bit by his voice, quickly looking to him with a shy smile. "Oh um...well... What'dja have in mind...?" You suddenly felt you were going to regret asking that question. Especially seeing as you just took notice of the fact that there was only one bed.

He seemed to be thinking a moment before moving to sit on the bed. He placed the cigarette between his lips to hold there as he opened the nightstand drawer and began looking through it. Not much was inside though. Just a copy of the King James Bible, which Micah promptly tossed aside with a grumble, a couple of matchbooks, and a deck of cards. "Well...we could play a card game, but... Ain't much we can play just the two of us." He blew out some smoke as he sighed softly. He then looked up to you with a slight smirk. You felt your heart skip a beat when he looked at you. He was hinting at something. You knew he was. He wanted something that 'just the two' of you could do together. You bit your lip a bit as you shifted your weight from foot to foot nervously. "Well... Maybe there's somethin' we could play with'em..." "You any good at Poker~?" He chuckled a lowly as he stood and made his way to the small table in the room. He sat down on one side and removed the cigarette from his mouth, letting out more smoke as he placed the cards on the table. "Well uh...not really..." You replied nervously as you took the seat across from him. "I know the basics, but...not much else." "Poker it is then~!" He seemed quite excited about this, a gleam in his eye as he removed the cards from their casing and started shuffling them after replacing his cigarette between his lips. "Got a way ta make it more interestin' too~" "I-interesting...?" You had a feeling you knew where this was going, but you did your best to push the thought out of your mind. "Every round you win, I gotta take a piece a clothin' off, but..." He looked up at you with a devious grin. "Every round I win, you gotta take somethin' off~" You felt your face heat up with blush. He was serious, wasn't he? Were you really about to...? "O-okay, s-sure~" Your voice a bit shaky, but part of you was actually becoming curious about how this man might be in bed. This thought only caused you to blush more. "Well alright then~" He sniffed with a crooked grin. He dealt the cards and the game began. Just as you stated, you weren't all that good at Poker, but you played anyway. Sadly, after only a few hands, you now sat in only your undergarments while Micah was still mostly dressed. He had only lost his boots, neckerchief and gun belt. You could feel your whole body blushing at the situation, his eyes studying you as he laid his cards down. "Looks like I win, Sugarpie~" He had become more comfortable with you now, his nerves seeming to melt away as he even used a special pet name for you. "I-I sup-pose...y-ya do...Mr. B-Bell..." You wrap your arms around yourself to try and cover your mostly bare body. "S-so...what now..." You looked away from him, pretty certain you knew what was coming next. Micah didn't say anything. He just studied you as he stood and slowly walked around the table to where you sat. He looked down at you, the corners of his mouth curling into a grin as he leaned toward you a bit. "Well...s'been a little while since I kept some special comp'ny~" Special company'. You knew what that meant. "O-oh...w-well...um..." You bit your lip nervously, but before you could say another word you found yourself being scooped up from your seat and tossed onto the bed. Micah soon followed, climbing over you to loom there on his hands and knees as he stared down and chuckled lowly. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you looked up at him. His icy blue eyes seemed to be looking right into your soul. You soon found yourself reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. What had gotten into you? Were you really about to do this? Before you had a chance to even think about saying anything to him though, you suddenly felt his lips against yours. Your eyes widen as his mustache lightly tickles your lip, but you were able to will yourself to relax and melt into the kiss. Your eyes slowly closed as you felt him deepen it, his tongue working it's way into your mouth to taste you. Micah lingered in the kiss for a moment or two before pulling back to catch his breath. He panted softly in time with your heavy ones before chuckling. "Seems like you want this just as much as I do, don'cha darlin'~?" "Well... You made it...hard ta...resist ya..." You huff a bit as you move one of your hands to cup his cheek. "I mean...ya seemed really...disappointed...n' lonely...when I was gonna leave b'fore..." Micah huffed a bit as he slightly furrowed his brows. "I ain't lonely. Don't need much'a anyone 'round." His expression softens once more as he smirks. "I just like havin' a bit a fun now and then~" He quickly grabs both of your hands and pins them by the wrists with one of his above your head before leaning down and placing soft kisses to your neck and collarbones, causing you to gasp a bit. You couldn't help but squirm beneath him at all the physical attention. You managed to bite back a few soft moans before speaking. "W-well..I wasn't p-plannin' on doin' this, but...s-since ya make s-such a comp-pellin' argument~" You moved a knee up to gently press into his crotch. You couldn't do much where he had your hands pinned. Micah quickly put a stop to this too though. He used his other hand to push your leg back down. "Ah-ah-ah~ Don't make me have ta tie ya up, Sugarpie~" His voice was low and smooth as he spoke, sending a shiver down your spine. "M'sure I could find somethin' in here to do so~" "Well...how else d'ya expect me ta please ya then~?" You ask, narrowing your gaze at him in an attempt to look seductive. He grew quiet for a moment, seeming to be lost in thought before a sinister grin came across his lips. He let go of your hands and got off of you, moving to sit on the edge of the bed now. He looked back to you, bringing a hand up to beckon you toward him before gesturing for you to move to the floor. "On your knees, Sweetheart~" His movements and demanding tone sent chills throughout your entire body, but you did as instructed so as not to anger him. Besides, he was making ever part of this night harder and harder to resist. Once settled on your knees between his, you look up at him with a pitiful face and questioned softly. "W-what n-now...M-Mister Bell~?" Micah seemed to beam at you referring to him as 'Mister Bell'. He grinned as he looked down at you, moving a his hands to undo his pants and pull himself out. He gave his member a few strokes before reaching out to lace his fingers through your hair and push your face closer. "I think you know just what t'do, Darlin'~" He chuckled lowly. Your face was hot with blush now as you swallowed hard and looked at the object of desire. He brought a hand up to gently replace his as you stroked him a few times, enticing some soft hums from him. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, now leaning more forward to carefully take his tip into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around it for a moment before beginning to lightly suck, humming softly to yourself as you did so. Micah closed his eyes as well, leaning his head back and letting out a quiet, breathy moan. He tightened his grip on your hair as he pushed your head further, causing you to take more of him in. As the warmth of your mouth encased him more it caused his moans to become a bit louder, but not too loud as he preferred you to be making the noise rather than himself. You gasped a bit at the tugging of your hair, but oddly enough it only aroused you further. You could feel yourself growing hot all over now, but most especially in your loins. You pushed further to take even more of his length in, now bobbing your head as you sucked and hummed around him. You did your best to run your tongue over every inch of him, making sure to hit all the places that seemed to cause him more pleasure. Micah would only allow this to continue for a few more minutes before abruptly yanking you away by your hair. This drew a slight yelp of pain from you, but he only looked down and chuckled at the hot mess you had become. "Now for the real fun~" He spoke darkly, reaching down now with both hands to pull you to your feet and strip the last of your clothing away. He then pulled you into his lap, his manhood threatening to find its way into you. You panted heavily as you tried to catch your breath, but before you had much time to you found yourself completely nude and in his lap. Eye to eye now, your heart was pounding. His eyes were the most beautiful icy blue, and you felt as though you could stare into them forever. However, your touching moment was interrupted by the sudden presence of his member abruptly entering you. You let out a loud gasp as you clung to him, the pain of your first time being a bit more than you thought it would be. Lucky for you though, the pain didn't last long as it was washed away by the immense pleasure of his throbbing extension inside of you Micah moved his hands to your hips as you wrapped your arms around his neck and clung to him. He huffed and hummed at the tightness of you around him. He gripped your hips firmly and started to bounce you on his lap now, a few groans escaping him as he did so. "Always did like havin' me a virgin~ Nice n' tight~ Feels better that way~" He couldn't help but tease as he fucked you. You were too busy panting and moaning at this point to speak aside from a few curses now and then. You gripped his shirt tightly as you rode him. After a bit longer you managed to get a few words out. "H-hard-der~! F-f-fa-as-ster~!" You practically begged him for it now. Micah grinned, eagerly obliging your demands. "You sure this is your first time, Sugarpie~? Sure seems like ya know what'cha want~ Or maybe you're just naturally a dirty little whore~" Oddly enough, his insults were less insulting and much more...arousing. Before you could even think about it your mouth was spouting off a reply to him. "Y-yes M-Mis-ster B-Bell~ I'm y-your d-d-dirty l-little whore~ A-all y-y-yours~!" "That's right~" He cooed in your ear. The next ten or fifteen minutes continued like this. Micah talking dirty to you as he fucked you, and you just melting further into a puddle of ecstasy in his lap. Soon enough the both of you were steadily approaching your climaxes, however you would cross that line first. You felt a tightness building up inside of you that you just wanted to give release. You had begun to move your hips along with him now, and it only took a few more thrusts before you were a moaning mess in his arms. Your orgasm was intense as your inner walls clamped around him, twitching and pulsing as you rode it out. Micah did his best to last a bit longer, but it was no use. Your orgasm had triggered his own. He bit his lip in an attempt to muffle the growl of a moan that managed to escape him anyway as he let off inside you. He gave a few more rough thrusts before slowing to a stop, panting heavily and holding you close. He only stayed this way for a bit longer before moving you off his lap and laying you down on the bed. He then proceeded to lay down next to you, pulling the blanket over the two of you and draping an arm loosely over you. "Y'know... That was probably some a the best I've had in a long while~" He spoke softly. You found yourself cuddling up to him, nuzzling your face into his chest as you hummed softly. His words were like velvet to your ears. You looked up to him with a warm smile. "Well...I...mostly definitely wouldn't mind doin' it again some time, Mister Bell~" "Good ta hear, Sweetheart~" He cooed softly. "Because I was hopin' ta take ya back with me~" "Take me...back..?" You gave him a curious look as you tilted your head slightly. "Never mind that now. Get'cha some sleep. We'll talk about it in the morning." He sighed softly as he relaxed, letting his eyes slowly close. However, he didn't seem to be asleep. Maybe just resting a bit? But not fully asleep. You, on the other hand, were much too tired to fight sleep at this point. You didn't let the curiosity linger too long before returning your head to his chest and closing your eyes. It was only a matter of minutes before you drifted off to sleep, Micah's hand having found its way to your hair and running through it soothingly. This would definitely be a night to remember.