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[therealvalkyrie]

bath + asparagus time

[luvyeni]

⠀ ( drabble ) they don't know ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 大崎将太郎 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ your friends don't know about you two ヾ

fwb!shotaro・ reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・ ‎ unprotected sex , ‎ ‎doggystyle wc ・ ‎0.6k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

request. Hiii! Could you create a friends with benefits smut including taro from RIIZE? Something like you guys are in the same friends group or have mutual friends?

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 enjoy it , hope you like it <3

“you know shotaro right?” you friend introduced the boy in front of you. “he's in one of my classes , yeah i know him.” you smiled , the boy in front of you , smiling back — it wasn't a friendly smile , but a smile; unbeknownst to your friend that you knew too well. “it's nice to meet you.”

there was a knock on your door, getting off your couch to answer it. opening the door the to the boy smirking. “don't look at me like that.” you allowed him in; he took his shoes off following you inside. “he's in my class.” he mocked you, you rolled your eyes. “shut up.” he laughed , coming up behind you. “what you embarrassed of me?” his voice was deeper than before. “didn't want her to know im fucking you into your mattress at your beck and call.”

knowing your apartment like the back of his hand , he guided you to your bedroom. “at my beck and call?” he pushed you down on to your bed. “you called me tonight remember?” he was already ridding himself of his clothes. “that's because you looked good tonight , even though you ignored me.” he took in what you were wearing now , the lack of clothes making him bite his lip with a smirk. “i like this look , easy access baby.”

he didn't even give you a chance to say anything, before grabbing your face, slamming his lips into yours. “been thinking about fucking you since earlier.”

he wasted no time, almost ripping your panties off , climbing on top of you. “tiny fucking skirt, desperate for my attention huh?” he toyed with your clit. “fuck you're so wet.” he groaned. “taro, fucking hurry.” you moaned out. “so needy , don't worry not gonna make you wait.”

teasing your hole, slipping his cock inside you, both of you letting out a moan. “fuck you're so tight.” he sighed , pulling out stopping at the tip of cock. “gonna ruin your pussy.”

he slammed inside you; holding your waist as he plowed into you , pulling your bra down to release your boobs. “shit so fucking sexy.” he groaned. “pussy is so-so fucking addicting.” his eyes rolled to the back of his head , your cunt sucked him in , gripping him like a vice. “best pussy i've ever fucked.”

he quickly slipped out of you; whining at the sudden emptiness. “up.” he maneuvered your body, pushing your body into an arch before slipping back inside. “oh fuck , yeah keep it arched liked that. “yo-you talk too much.” you moaned. “just fuck me.” he laughed darkly. “whatever you want.” he gripped your ass , pounding into you. “yes fuck!” you screamed. “fuck me!”

the headboard slamming into the wall as he fucked you. “this is what you wanted right? ignored me all night now begging for my dick.” he growled. “fuck , fuck you feel too good.” the knot in your stomach twisting tighter and tighter. “fu-fuck taro.” you moaned out loudly not caring about facing your neighbors in the morning. “fuck im gonna cum.”

you soon came , eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came. “oh fuck you're choking my cock.” he gasped , pulling out of your spent hole. “fuck.” he tugged at his cock , shooting his load on to your back. “shit.” he groaned.

“lay on your back.” he said , flipping you back over. “im not done with you.” he slipped back inside of you. “shit taro.” your legs shook in overstimulation. “too much.” he smirked. “you can take it.” he slowly began to move again. “sh-shit.”

“your friends might not know im fucking you , but your neighbors sure will.”

©LUVYENI

[venusvixen20]

So random thought.

The Diasomia boys are well boys, and until you join them, they never really knocked before entering someone else bedroom.

Being at the school they started the habit but once back home they quickly forget this.

Malluesxyou, Liliaxyou, Silverxyou, Sebekxyou

Had anyone in this castle/ cottage hear of knocking?!

You joined the Diasomia group for summer vacation and stay at the castle/ cottage.

Despite the cottage's small size you're given a room of own our but it doesn't matter because you don't sleep there most nights.

Had anyone in this castle/ cottage hear of knocking?!

You joined the Diasomia group for summer vacation and stay at the castle/ cottage.

Despite the cottage's small size you're given a room of own our but it doesn't matter because you don't sleep there most nights.

Lilia:

Lilia and you try to sneak around the best you can. Trying not to disturbed Silver and you manage, until one morning.

Lilia and you were up up all night and still up. You normally went back to your room but you could hear Silver up and moving around.

"Sh, we need to be quiet." You whispered to Lilia, who just nodded.

Silver was use to you two sleeping in that was normal but you had talked about going to the lake today and wanted to go early. He opened your door to see the room empty.

He quickly went to his Father's door and flung it open. "Father!" Silver began but stopped when he saw the two in a rather compromising position. Luckily your back was turned towards him.

"Silver!" Lilia exclaimed as he pulled the blanket up to cover you up.

"S-Sorry!" Silver exclaimed as he shut the door.

"Knocking! Please learn to knock!" You called after him with a giggle but red faced.

"Good to know I can still traumatized him even in my old age." Lilia chuckled as he received a gentle smack around the chest.

"Lilia!" You gasped just making him laugh more.

Silver:

Lilia knows what you two are up to at night but he seems no harm in it as long as you're being safe.

He can hear you sneaking around at night, going back and forth between the rooms but he always assumed it was at night.

He had gone to the market for his weekly trip. He placed the groceries on the kitchen table. He listened and heard nothing.

"Are they napping again?" He wondered to himself as he made his way to Silver's door. He opened it to see you two laying on his bed naked and asleep but the banging of the door had woken you both up.

"Father!" Silver exclaimed as you did.

"Lilia!" As you both tried to cover up.

You were both red faced as the blanket was brought up to your chin.

"Oops, sorry I should have knocked." Lilia chuckled as he closed the door.

Mallues:

Of course you had your own room, as was proper.

Your room was close to his but it didn't matter where your room was in the castle Mallues came to your room every night.

Some times you even went to his room. That's what you did last night.

Normally you both up early so no one catches you but you were got carried away.

So you were getting out of bed and throwing on your robe when the door was thrown open by Sebek.

"My Lord, your late,...." He began when he was you in your robe and Mallues in just his pajamas bottoms. "My lord, forgive me!" He exclaimed as he blushed and quickly exited the room.

"Knocking Sebek, you need to knock." Mallues called after him.

"Yes my lord!" He called from behind the door making you laugh.

"Poor Sebek. Go easy on him. At least I was in my robe." You chuckled as you go up and hug Mallues.

"Thankfully." Mallues said as he leaned down and kissed you.

Sebek:

Dating a knight wasn't easy but Mallues tried to make it easier by allowing our room close to Sebek's. Right next door.

It made it so easy to spend time together, when Sebek had time. So most of your time spent together at night.

Despite your best efforts you still fell asleep in his room often.

You often woke up to him getting ready for his shift. Every once and awhile you managed to wake up before him and got to wake him up.

Today he had the late shift so you decided to take your time waking him up.

Or so you thought.

Sebek only had his pants on and you were only in your underwear and bra when the door was opened.

"Sebek, you're late." Silver called out as he entered the room and everyone froze. "Oh, sorry!" Silver muttered as he blushed and quickly left the room.

"Knocking Silver!" Sebek shouted after him just as red faced.

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I hope you enjoyed this short. I wrote this quickly while I still had an idea in my head.

I was watching a show and there was a scene similar to the first one and it gave me this idea.

I hope you liked it.

[iluvapplesxh]

heeeeeyyyyy i was just wondering if you could write something along the lines of breaking up with billie? or billie brewking up with us? angst something?

▻▻▻Behind The Scenes◅◅◅

summary: Nothing felt right without her, and everything was lost. Gone. And truly, it was solely one man's fault.

warnings: break up, flash backs, pretending, hurt/no comfort in a way, slight mentions of stalking, blackmailing, !ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!, lemme know if I missed anything!

A/N: why...just what possessed you to ask me of such? but anyway I did it! I tried to make the plot a little less heart breaking for my own mental health but I hope you still like it! it's a little short tho, sorry

It wasn’t right. It just wasn’t. But the fans were so happy when the two of you announced your relationship that you just couldn’t break their hearts. Well, most of them. The haters’ hearts would be leaping with delight if it got out to the public. And, you were both over it, right? You have both moved on. Right?

So it shouldn’t be a problem doing this interview. It shouldn’t be a problem, sitting next to her. No, it shouldn’t be but then why does your heart ache so horribly in your chest every time you inhale and that darn perfume fills your senses. Her perfume.

You could see the interviewer’s mouth move as she spoke, but you couldn’t hear anything. You were too focused on sitting at an acceptable distance from Billie. Being careful so that your thighs don’t touch, or your arms don’t press against the other’s. Maybe you were being a little too dramatic, and no doubt it will be noticed by some fans. Because usually, her hand would be resting on your knee, or her arm would be on the back of your seat, pulling you as close to her as she could. Usually she’d whisper something of an inside joke into your ear when the interviewer asked something from you.

But not now, and possibly not ever again. It has been 2 months. And it seemed as if everything was fine. She was fine. You were fine. Yeah, you didn’t miss her. You didn’t miss waking up in her arms, you didn’t miss opening your eyes on a Sunday morning, and seeing her beautiful blue ones shining back at you. You didn’t miss how her entire face lit up every time you successfully cracked a nice joke, how her little dimples popped on her cheeks as she smiled with her whole face. You didn’t miss how her arms would wrap around you whenever she came back from a long day at work, or how she’d desperately kiss you like a starving woman after every time the two of you spent long days apart. You didn’t miss hanging around in her studio as she recorded her songs. You didn’t miss her coming to you after, eyes shining and smiling big, asking you if you liked it. No-...you couldn’t. You didn’t miss her.

You could still see it in front of you, even after trying so desperately to push it to the back of your mind. You could still see every vivid moment of that fight. Of those words. 

“I’m breaking up with you”

And nobody knew. Everyone thought the two of you were living your lives, happily and together. But no. Not anymore. And how you wished you didn’t either. 

How could she just sit there and…talk with that interviewer. That stupid small smile on her face as she almost completely ignored you. Yes, it was your first time seeing each other again after it, but you thought you’d agreed to making it seem like…there was nothing wrong.

“What?” 

The words left your mouth bitterly, your eyebrows were scrunched together as the fire burned behind your eyes.

“You heard me” Billie shifted her weight on her feet, her fists clenched tightly by her sides.

“No” You shook your head, anger still in your voice. “You don’t get to do that! You just…-”

Billie scoffed and looked away, her thumb brushing against her nose in a swift movement. “Yes. I do get to do that” Her voice was harsh as she spoke, filled with hurt and anger. “I do, after all, you lied to me!” She pushed her index finger against your chest roughly. “About something I should have known!” 

Your air got knocked out of your lungs as you took a step back, your arms crossing over your chest. “I did what I thought was…-”

“What you thought was best for me, right?” Billie laughed dryly, shaking her head. “That is bullshit, and you know it! You-...You could’ve told me, I would’ve listened! I’d have understood” She exclaims loudly, frustration and exhaustion clear in her tone and voice.

A rough breath left your lips and your jaw clenched. “How was I supposed to just tell you that…-” You paused, tears springing to your eyes as the reality of the situation set it. 

“I thought we’d talk about things like this!” Billie’s voice was almost pleading as she threw her hands up. “Like normal people”

“Normal people don’t get blackmailed with the death of their girlfriend, damnit!” Your voice echoed through the hotel room. Your eyes look into Billie’s. Those ocean blue eyes once filled with love in your presence, now filled with tears, hurt and redness.

Billie exhaled sharply and looked down for a mere moment before looking up again. “I-..I know that!” She screwed her eyes shut for a second, her own jaw clenching painfully. “But you could’ve told me! Instead you went and done what he asked you to like a fucking puppet!”

It was your turn to scoff as you shook your head. “No. He told he’d fucking shoot you, Billie! And when I didn’t listen he sent me a fucking pig’s heart with a photo of us in my bedroom!” Your voice broke as you spoke.

Billie stayed silent, her eyes looking into yours with a glare before she huffed and her tongue swiped along her front teeth. “I can’t do this. We’re done” And she walked out.

A harsh nudge to your shoulder snapped you out of your vivid memories flashing before your eyes, a small distant ringing in your ears as you looked to your side. Billie was looking at you, jaw slack and eyebrows furrowed.

“We’re done for today, miss” 

You snapped your head to the direction of where the voice was coming from, the interviewer also giving you a concerned look.

You blinked a couple of times before clearing your throat and nodding.  “Right.”  You muttered before standing, the two women following suit. You and Billie both shook the woman’s hand and thanked her for the interview before walking away, side by side as you walked through the set. 

But the two of you only stopped once in the hallway and she grasped your upper arm in her hand, ringed fingers wrapping around your arm firmly but gently. “Hey, what the hell..?” When you only cocked your head to the side at her question she turned you to face her completely before letting go of your arm. “You were zoned out for like 80% of this. What the fuck happened?”

You suddenly felt like your throat was drier than desert and tried swallowing, but it resulted in a thick lump in your throat before you cleared it, shaking your head. “Nothing. I was-...I’m just tired. That’s all” 

You turned, taking only one successful step ahead before her hand was on your arm once more, turning you to her again. The sudden movement caused you to stumble a little, making you step a little closer to Billie, your heart beating faster when you felt her breath on your skin before you stepped back, looking down.

You heard her clear her throat before she spoke up again. “No. That’s not true. I know when you’re lying.” You felt tears well in your eyes at her words before you shook your head, briefly looking into her worry-filled eyes before you took another step back.

“None of your business”

Billie straightened up, words dying in her throat as she watched you turn and walk away.

Her hands balled into fists at her sides and tears filled her eyes. She watched your shadow fade before letting them fall, slamming her palm into the white wall as she cursed.

“Fuck!”

Because it hurted. No matter how good, or fine she acts. No matter how mad she was. It hurt. It hurted to watch you walk away. Hell, it hurt to walk away back then. And it hurt to not wake up next to you. It hurt to fall asleep alone. It hurt when she and her brother sat in the studio in silence after recording a song. It hurt to go home after a long day and cry into her pillows. It hurt to go home after her press tour to an empty apartment with no one to kiss, to hug, to hold. It hurt because she knew the both of you were wrong. But she didn’t want to admit that. No. But the constant pain in her chest, the knot in her stomach, they made her wanna just run. To you. To hold you. To kiss you. To look into your eyes just one more time and say; 

“I love you”

A/N: I also didn't know if you wanted comfort so I just left it a little in between the lines, lemme know if I should make a pt. II with like a make up or something!

➥ part II.

[thezombieprostitute]

The Arrangement - Part 5

Summary: Jake's done a lot of things to keep his sister, and then his niece, safe from his parent's influence and manipulation. If he wants to keep them safe, he has to marry you.

Warnings: Bad parents, Implied physical abuse. Let me know if I missed any!

Chapter 4 -- Chapter 6

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You're in the hallway when you hear Clay say his goodbyes to Jake with a promise to visit. It's now just the two of you, the part of the night you've been dreading. You step out to where Jake can see you, keeping your head down.

Jake takes several tries to start talking. Seeing you like this, he gets what Clay saw. It's a splash of cold water on the rage he had initially felt during your "wedding". Where he thought he had seen disappointment and coldness he now sees timidity and fear. Jake has been perceived as many things, annoying, intelligent, dorky, but never scary. He definitely doesn't like that you're scared of him.

"I, uh, I guess we should choose our rooms?" he finally says, making your brows knit in confusion. "I...I know we're..." he gestures at the two of you. "But you...I...we don't have to do anything you don't want." Your eyes widen in surprise and he's quick to add, "it's not because I don't want to, you're beautiful, and I'm sure you're great in bed, and I shouldn't have said that, and I'm sorry, but I'm just so nervous, but I think we'd both sleep better in separate rooms? If that's what you want? Or we can share a bed, if you want, I promise no touching that you don't explicit consent to, and I'm going to stop talking before I make myself look even more awkward than I feel."

He's rubbing the back of his head, cheeks pink, eyes down, clearly uncomfortable. He almost looks more like a teenage boy trying to ask out a pretty girl as opposed to the angry, hateful monster you were certain you'd married. You want to chuckle but the suddenness of the transformation leaves you even more on edge. Is his offer of separate rooms genuine or a trick? You want, so desperately to believe him, but can you?

Remembering the layout of the penthouse, however, gives you an out. "There's only one bed," you inform him. "The other rooms have couches or chairs, but no beds."

"Seriously?" Jake asks. "Why would they do that?"

"My...my guess is that they want to...ensure...that, that we..." you imitate his earlier gesture indicating the both of you and his eyes widen in realization.

"Well, damn," he mumbles. "I'll go ahead and sleep on the couch then, okay?"

"Are you sure? They look like they're meant for looks more than comfort."

Jake gives a soft huff, "I spent enough time in the military that I can sleep anywhere, I promise."

"You're in the military?"

"Formerly," Jake replies. "It's how I met Clay. And it's a very long story that can wait for some other time."

"It's impressive," you admit. Most of the men in your life were the type to act tough but would never actually go through with something as harsh as military training.

Jake blushes again, "well, it's no Masters Degree in ecology. That's a lot of hitting the books! Never was my forte, preferred hands on learning, which is why I never did well at school and I'm rambling again. Sorry about that."

You feel the heat rush to your face. No one's ever acknowledged your degree outside of claiming it was a waste of time and money. You really hope his compliments are sincere, but are still careful to not take them fully to heart. It could easily be another manipulation tactic.

"Thank you," you tell him. "I'll be happy to split the bedding and make sure the guest bathroom has toiletries."

"You don't need to do that," he shakes his head. "I've made do with a lot less and, most importantly, you're not the maid. You don't have to take care of me like that." You open your mouth but kind find the words to respond. He continues, "oh, did you want me to cook breakfast in the morning? I doubt it'll be as good as you cook, that pasta was awesome, but I can do some cooking and you shouldn't have to cook everything, especially not for someone who can cook for themselves, but I also don't want to intrude because you know where everything is and if you prefer to have the kitchen to yourself I completely understand, I just wanna help you out because we're in this together and..." Jake's face scrunches up in a wince, "and I'm rambling again. I'm so sorry."

"Whoever wakes up first makes breakfast?" you propose.

"I like it," he nods.

You go to get some blankets and pillows for him and he waits outside the door to the bedroom. When you give him a quizzical look he replies, "it's your room. I'm not entering without permission." Giving him a contemplative nod, you thank him before handing him everything.

"Goodnight," he tells you. "I hope you sleep well."

"You too," you tell him as diplomatically as you can.

He heads to one of the other rooms and you close the door to the master bedroom suite, your bedroom. As tiring as the day has been, you're not sure you're getting sleep any time soon. Your husband has given you much to think about.

Chapter 4 -- Chapter 6

Series Masterlist

Tagging: @alicedopey; @ashdoctor; @delicatebarness; @ellethespaceunicorn;

@icefrozendeadlyqueen; @lokislady82; @ronearoundblindly

[parfaitblogs]

scared of my guitar ❀ s. reid x reader

in which you fall out of love, and he notices. 

pairing: spencer reid x reader genre: angst tags: established relationship. they suck at communicating. whole lot of nothing again why can't i write guys. no happy ending.  word count: 1.2k a/n: this is for the girls who are the problem in their relationships!! i see u!! i hear u!!! thank u olivia rodrigo for representing us.

also posted here on my ao3 !

You were perhaps the most awful and cruel person in the world.

Those were the self-deprecating thoughts you had every single night, morning, and every hour in between. Thoughts you have been having for a month now, and thoughts you were praying would go away. Because the longer you have them, the more solidified they become in your brain, and the closer you get to knowing you need to address them. With him.

The man currently in your kitchen, making two separate cups of tea, like he did every night he was home. Putting all his love and care into making it the way you like, the way you had taught him. Which, truthfully, didn't take long to teach him — he was a fast learner. Always taking the first sip and telling you if it was still too hot to drink, burning his own mouth and allowing you to scold him for it. A nighttime routine that went on for as long as you could remember. 

But it wasn't enough.

You knew he'd crack you open eventually. He didn't need to be a profiler to read you — he knew more about you than you sometimes thought you knew about yourself. He used to coax you to open up to him about past traumas, never going too far, always pushing just enough to get you to share what you needed to. He was sometimes so in tune with your emotions you wondered if he had crawled into your brain and set up camp the day you two met. 

But no, that was just Spencer. 

The first time he asked if something was wrong was three months ago. He had come home from a particularly long case, and you didn't greet him at the door with the same enthusiasm you usually did. Sure, you were happy, but there was a certain spark behind your eyes missing. But it was two in the morning, and you were technically exhausted, so you were able to blame it on that. He was skeptical, but he knew you, and he knew not to push it. 

The second time he confronted you, you had spent an entire week without spending time with him. You both worked full time, but you also always made time for each other. Whether that be as planned as a Friday night movie, or as simple as picking the other up from work. But you had successfully avoided him outside of simple 'good morning's' and 'good night's'. 

He had sat you down the following Tuesday night, and asked if things between you two were okay. You lied, and said yes, and you watched him become even more suspicious than the time before. He didn't believe you. Again, he didn't push it. 

A small part of you wished he would've. Maybe you could've had the difficult conversation, and it would be over, and you'd be sitting on your couch with a shattered heart over a broken relationship, instead of a shattered heart over one that still exists. 

You knew it was coming when he had sat down with the teas, placing both of them on the coffee table, and you two sitting in an awkward silence for a few moments. 

You lifted your head to glance at him, expecting him to be staring at you, but he wasn't. His eyes, instead, trained on the two coffee mugs, cogs turning in his brain. A sight — watching him think — that used to bring you so much joy, now filling your stomach with an uncomfortable sense of anxiety. 

You opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off before you could, his gaze unwavering from the mugs. 

"What's wrong?" 

What a layered question, you thought, bitterly. Because what wasn't wrong? 

You wanted to deflect it, tell him nothing, again, say you were fine. But with how serious he seemed, you decided against it. He wouldn't let that pass this time.

"I don't know," you settled on saying, voice shaky, unsure how to actually say what you were feeling. 

He slowly nodded his head, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. "Can you try to know, please?"

He still wasn't looking at you.

You inhaled, eyes fluttering as you attempted to regain your emotions, blinking away the tears filling them already. God, confrontation was hard. 

When you were silent for probably too many minutes, he turned his head to look at you, the sight cracking right down the centre of your heart. 

He wasn't sad looking, per se. Exhausted was probably the better word for it. His eyes devoid of most emotion, his naturally downturned lips frowning further. And that wasn't even the most painful part of it. No, it was the barely audible,

"You don't love me anymore, do you?"

His voice impossibly small, eyes blinking a few times, as if he was doing what you had done and fighting back his own tears. If somebody had shoved a knife in your abdomen fifty times over, twisting it every time, you decided it would hurt less than that.

You couldn't find an answer, your lips parting and closing three or four times as you wracked your brain for something — anything — to say that would take that expression off his face. But anything like that would be a lie, and he would see right through it. You knew that.

So, you settled on a small shake of your head, averting your eyes for your own sake. 

He didn't say anything; simply inhaled sharply and nodded his own head, fingers flexing and stretching against each other in a nervous habit you had noticed what felt like years ago. 

"How long?" he then asked, and you, for the umpteenth time that night, wanted to lie. 

But you didn't. "I had my first doubt four months ago," you said. "But three months ago."

"And you waited four months to tell me?" his voice was impossibly strained. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat. "I didn't know if it was just a fleeting thought because you weren't home or not."

"Right," he answered, hands running down his face, index fingers digging into his eyes. "So then you waited three months after you realised?"

"I didn't know how to bring it up."

You could see the frustration slowly settling in his chest, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"Spencer—"

"—No," he cut you off, shooting a bullet through your heart as his eyes fluttered shut, and he paused, swallowing back what you figured would be another sob. And you couldn't even blame him. "No, don't—don't justify it. Please. You strung me along for three months?" 

Yes, you did. And you felt awful, staring at him as he drummed his fingers against his thighs; an anxious tic, his eyes settling back on your body. 

"I'm sorry."

It was a pathetic apology, as if it could take back the past three months of interactions he was no doubt overanalysing inside his brain. It couldn't. You knew that, he knew that. 

"Why did you stay?" he finally asked after an eternally long silence between you two.

"I was scared," you whispered. Not intentionally — that's just how small your voice comes out, and it's embarrassing. 

"Of what?"

"Regretting it."

He let out a sigh, nodding his head. He could at least understand that. "I wish you would've told me."

"Me too."

More silence, more anxious heart-beating and more uncomfortable eye contact to each other. 

"I'm sorry," you repeat, breaking the silence. 

He merely nodded his head, eyes searching over your face for a few more seconds, before he stood up, picking up his phone from the coffee table and pocketing it. 

"Yeah," he said, quietly. "So am I."

your reblogs and replies are always appreciated dearly ♡

[braxlrose]

request: bill kaulitz x self-destruct reader hcs😌 I mean, she knows she's hurting herself but she doesn't care? doesn't sleep (and even if she does, she goes to bed very late and then gets up very late, so she's usually restless, tired and barely alive/ barely in touch with reality), barely eats (and even if she eats little , I drink too much energy drinks and takes tranquilizer pills), probably does sh and takes drugs (cigarettes, alcohol and drugs) and it all makes her look practically zombie but she likes this lifestyle?

cw: self harm, alcoholic tendencies, drugs, slight ED, toxic relationship, tons of angst, swearing, NOT PROOFREAD.

bill kaulitz x self-destruct reader

• when you two first met, it was at a party and you guys ended up sleeping together that night. you fell asleep right after so he ended up staying the night at your hotel room.

• when you woke up in the morning, you brushed your teeth and then went over to your drawer to get on new clothes when you felt hands on your hips.

• you turned around to see bill smiling at you. "Sooo, how long do I have to wait before I can ask you out on a date, hmm?" you rolled your eyes and pushed his hands away.

• "Uhmm, never? You don't wanna have to deal with my shit." you said as you pulled your jeans up.

• "Oh come on, everybody has shit."

• "Not like me. So, you should just go." you pulled on your shirt and turned back to him. He was just staring at you, smiling for God-knows-what. you had to admit, he looked amazing. he only had his boxers on, and he looked great shirtless.

• "I'll get you one day, y/n y/l/n." he smiled at you and pulled on his clothes. you rolled your eyes as he kissed you on the forehead and left.

• then you two met again at a music festival and that's when you finally decides to give him a chance after the hours of flirting he spent on you. you weren't scared though, you were sure he'd leave after he saw what you were really like. and you had accepted that.

That was a couple weeks ago. Bill became very aware of the "shit" you were talking about pretty quickly.

• whenever you were at a party with bill you'd always drink too much to the point where you couldn't see straight and your head was pounding like no tomorrow. Bill would take you back to your hotel room and lay you down on your bed and tuck you in. Then he'd sit with you until you finally fell asleep since he knew you'd just stay awake if he didnt.

• one night, you were completely wasted and he had to carry you back to your hotel. again.

"Mmm... Billy I want you soooo bad. pretty pleaaaasee?" you whispered in his ear, giggling and pouting as he unlocked your door and dragged you inside.

"You're drunk. That's not happening, okay?" He said, setting you down on your bed and beginning to wipe your makeup off.

"But Billy..." You'd whine and pout, while he'd just sit there and comb through your hair till you fell fast asleep.

"Goodnight, Schatzi." He'd whisper to you and place a kiss on your forehead.

• you'd also get angry a lot. you were in your hotel room, bawling your eyes out on the bathroom floor. It was 11 PM. your wrists were bleeding a bit from you scratching at them for so long, and your cheeks were bright red from the crying.

• you just wanted to sit there forever and wallow in your own self pity when you heard the door to your hotel open.

"Y/n! You in here?" Bill yelled to you, as you did your best to stand up and wipe your tears away. You gazed at your eyes in the mirror and there were streaks of mascara running down your face. You wiped them off your cheeks and opened the bathroom door to greet him.

"Hey! What're you doing here?" He turned around to see you but you saw his face drop.

"Are you okay? Were you crying in there?" He pointed to the bathroom. You scoffed and rolled your eyes as you closed the door. You pushed the inner part of your arms against yourself so he didn't notice.

"What? God no, I'm just tired. You should probably go." You said as you walked past him and started to change your clothes. He walked over to you and slightly grabbed your chin with his hand. He tilted his head at you and ran his fingers through your hair.

"Come on, just tell me what's wrong." You slapped his hand away and pulled on some shorts.

"I said I'm just fucking tired! Will you back the fuck off?!" You pushed him away and went to grab a new shirt to sleep him. He was bringing up emotions you didn't want to feel. You wiped away a couple tears when you felt his arms wrap around you. He placed some kisses on your shoulders and rubbed his cheek against you.

"I'm here for you, okay? Let me help you.." You could feel anger boiling up inside you. Your eye twitched. He's acting like you needed to be fixed or something. Why would he say shit like this?! You turned yourself around and pushed your hands against his shoulders trying to push his away.

"Can you get the fuck off of me! I don't need your fucking with anything just get the fuck away!" you yelled at him, tears pouring down your cheeks now. You slammed your hand against his shoulder trying to push him away.

"You don't need to push me away, y/n! It's okay!" He wrapped his arms tightly around you as more and more tears came flooding from you.

Your finger nails dug into his shoulders, harder and harder with every word. You could see him wincing in pain but he only hugged you tighter. Why would he want this?

• you hated that he stayed around. you didn't understand why he'd wanna be with someone like you? you set yourself on a path of destruction and ruined everything in your path, why would he take his chances like this?

• you were laying down in your bed when bill came around again. like before, tears were running down your cheeks and mascara was wiped all over your face but you were just laying there. not feeling anything. you had taken a couple different kinds of drugs so you were basically emotionless at this point.

• when bill walked in, he dropped everything and ran to your aid. he sat on the bed and cupped your cheek in his hand to make you look up at him.

• when you turned over at him, he couldn't see anything in your eyes. nothing. all you could remember is how sad you looked.

• he laid down next to you and wrapped his arms around you and kissed your shoulders.

"do you want me to stay?" He asked, brushing your hair off of your face and pulling you closer to his body.

you just nodded and laid down against the pillows as bill whispered sweet nothings in your ear and rubbed your sides with his hands.

• it was about a month into your relationship when bill realized how little you ate.

• at first, he just thought you didn't eat breakfast but over time he noticed you didn't really eat anything unless you were offered something.

• bill also took notice when all you ate was slim jims and energy drinks. Thats when he started bringing you food.

• in the mornings, he'd come in with breakfast and give you a little kiss on the forehead. "Wakey, wakey, baby." He'd say to you and place a bunch of little kisses on your face until you wake up.

"Mmm...what are you doing here?" You said to him groggily, wiping your eyes.

"I brought you breakfast. Come on, geeet up." He'd lift you up by your arms and place the food in front of you, then he'd sit down next to you and wrap his arms around you to make sure you're eating.

"I'm not hungry, Bill." You'd say to him, resting your cheek on his arm.

"Too bad, eat up." He would take your fork and cut into your waffle and place it in front of your mouth until you opened up to eat it.

You eventually would give up and just start eating.

"Why are you doing all of this? I'm just a burden, y'know?" You say to him with your mouth full and your eyes looking up at him all cute and widened.

" 'cause I like you. And I think you're cute." You rolled your eyes and continued eating but bill would have a big, fat smile on his face.

• during the day you'd be like a zombie. your eyes would be dull and half open. Big, dark circles under your eyes and you wouldn't do much. But bill didn't mind. He would lay down with you on the couch and give you massages and kisses on your temples to relax you.

• when bill found out that you hurt yourself, he kissed up and down your body for hours. Whether it was your arms or your thighs, he'd be kissing it. He told you how much he loved you and didn't want you to hurt yourself.

• he didn't want you to feel pressured about talking about your feelings but once you did he would just hold you and listen to you talk, getting everything out. and he would never judge you for anything.

• you told him that you'd stop hurting yourself and you did. for a few days. But that changed once you got away from bill for a little while and you got high at a club.

Bill wanted the best for you but you werent good for him. You knew that, you tried to change yourself for him because you loved him so much. But in the process of being with you, he got hurt too much. You tried to tell him, but he couldn't help but love you. In his eyes, you were perfect.

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[ashlynlovestlou]

Hey lynnie!! I was wondering if you could maybe right a fic about reader that does sh and relapses and gets comforted by abby??

hi ml!! of course i can, i hope this is okay

cw: self harm , explicit details about cuts , comfort! abby , use of pet names , reader has she/her pronouns

a/n: DO NOT READ IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU. this is an extremely touchy subject, and i sincerely apologize if this is offensive or insensitive. if you need help or someone to talk to, my dms or inbox are always open, and there's a list of helplines tagged below.

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it was pure mistake. the urges usually weren't that strong, and you usually knew better than to give in to them. but after a rough morning, you felt helpless.

usually it wasn't that bad. they were always surface scratches, fading away quick enough so that nobody noticed them.

and of course abby knew. she noticed them one day while you were at her apartment, doing the dishes after baking with her. it was over the holidays and it was cold outside, so naturally you were wearing long sleeves. while you were doing the dishes she found it odd that you didn't roll your sleeves up. your clothes were turning dark from the dampness of the sink water, and it bothered abby.

"why don't you roll your sleeves up, baby?" she asks with a small chuckle, dropping a dirty mixing bowl into the sink.

you had laughed nervously, "cause it's cold in here."

"aw." she said as she pressed a kiss to your temple. her hands had been dangerously close to your sleeves, "want me to turn the thermostat up?"

but before you could respond, she was rolling your sleeves up for you. everything stopped when she saw the cuts on your arms. breaths were held. hearts didn't beat. eyes didn't blink.

after that she spent an hour talking to you about it, asking you questions while she tended to your wounds. you had never seen your poor girlfriend so upset and so worried about you.

she made you vow never to do it again. which you thought was going to be easy.

until today.

now your arms were so red there was blood dripping down to your elbows. your body shook and shook and shook. like you did it when you weren't thinking clearly, and now it was suddenly hitting you that you went overboard. so overboard, in fact, that the sight made you sick to your stomach.

your skin was red and swollen, and the tips of your fingers were tingling. the fresh cuts had overlapped the old ones, blood tricking all around your wrists and elbowsz

your first instinct wasn't to wash off the blood or bandage it up, but to call abby.

after three rings she answered, "hey, baby. i'm at work, can i call you back on my break?"

just the sound of her voice put tears in your eyes. you knew she was going to be upset.

"i need you." you manage to choke out, your voice breaking as a hiccup escapes your lips.

"whats wrong, sweetheart?" she asks, and you can hear the faint clicking of a keyboard on the other side of the line. she's working on her computer, typing away as she's blissfully unaware what her girlfriend had done to herself.

"i relapsed."

the words make her breath catch in her throat. all of the noises stop, a sharp inhale being heard. abby herself felt like crying, because it hurt to know her love had cut herself again.

"okay... it's okay. don't panic and don't move, alright? i'll be there as fast as i can." she says in one breath before hanging up.

within ten minutes abby was at your front door, fishing out the key you gave her a few months into dating. she let herself in, seeing you on the couch, completely still. you hadn't moved, just like she asked.

she sinks to her knees in front of you, her gaze never once leaving your eyes. you'd grown to appreciate when she would do that, as if your scars weren't the only thing that she sees. but when her gaze finally did fall to your arms, the mere sight made her heart drop to her stomach.

"oh, honey... oh, baby..." she says quietly. she didn't expect it to be this bad. maybe a few surface scratches at best. not one this significantly deep, "why didn't you call me?"

"i-i did."

"i mean when you got the urge." she says, taking your hands into her own and rubbing your palms, "call me before, not after. okay?"

you nod your head, fighting back tears as she takes out a wipe from her work bag, trying to clean up the cuts the best she can.

abby is the most tender human being youve ever met. she's gentle and knows what to do when things like this happen. often times she has to remind herself not to panic to worsen the situation, but seeing you in such a state like this makes her heart shatter in her chest.

once she's all done she cuddled up real close with you, wrapping your arms in a bandage and peppering kisses all over your face. she'll take the next few days off of work to stay with you, afraid it'll happen again if she were to leave you by yourself. once you're calmed down enough, she'll go around your apartment, confiscating anything she thinks you could hurt yourself with. but you didn't mind. even when the urges were there, so was abby.

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[salltybread]

Our Morning Walks

A Connor x GN Reader Oneshot

Summary:

“Can I see you again?” Connor managed to choke out when you were halfway through your door. Your dog slipped into the house, and you unhooked her leash before closing the door behind her and turning around. Connor’s warm brown eyes were darting around, landing everywhere except for you. His friend’s dog, who you learned was named Sumo, slobbered all over his hand which was clutched tightly around the leash. You could have sworn that Connor’s face was turning blue, but it was too dark to tell. 

“I’d like that.”

Notes:

Also posted on:

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AO3

Word count:

3,180

Special thanks to my friend for helping me with the development of this!!! <3 you bro!!!

You felt a forceful tug from the leash wrapped around your wrist as your dog dragged you out of the open door. The rough fabric of the leash dug into your wrist as Atlas tugged you down the steps that lead into your house. The crisp morning air of Detroit blew directly into your face the second you exited your house, causing you to shiver. Your hair flew around haphazardly as a chilling gust of wind whisked by.

It was still quite dark outside, but the several inches of snow that fell the night before shimmered beautifully under the moonlight. A dark blue haze lingered over the neighborhood, a stark contrast against the warm yellow street lamps. You were wearing many layers and thick gloves, but you concluded that no amount of clothing could battle the cold that a winter in Detroit brought. The snow crunched loudly under your feet as you trekked along, your thick snow boots protecting your feet from the frigid snow. At least your feet were not that cold. You would probably feel a bit warmer if you had some form of head covering, but your dog, Atlas, chewed up your only beanie earlier that week.

You had only moved to Detroit recently, about a month ago, and you had not adjusted to the colder air yet. You came to Michigan from South Carolina, where it was nearly sweltering most of the time. You arrived in Detroit with only a few coats, hoping you would be alright in the Michigan weather. As soon as you saw the forecast for the week, your jaw practically hit the floor. You ended up having to venture around the city to different stores to get yourself an assortment of clothes suitable for the freezing weather and hefty amounts of snow.

When something unexpected happened, you were forced to move from your apartment in Charleston. Your parents were kind enough to sell you an old house on the outskirts of Detroit at a dirt-cheap price. It was small, but it was better than the very cramped apartment that you used to rent.Your new house had one story with a small living room, an open kitchen, and a bedroom connected to a surprisingly large bathroom. 

The bedroom in your old apartment was not large enough to fit anything more than a twin-sized bed, and it had a broken door connected to a shoddy bathroom. You notified your landlord of the broken door, and he did absolutely nothing about it. You had been lucky enough that the front door worked, so you decided to drop the matter.

Although you had moved into the house almost a month ago, you had not unpacked many of your belongings yet. The only stuff that ended up unsealed was what you used daily or took out of a box and never had the time to put away. Several boxes were scattered around your house since you had yet to unpack them. Some were open, and several remained untouched and sealed with copious amounts of tape. Most containers had half-faded labels made with barely legible Sharpie. You simply did not have enough time to unpack, as you were immediately on the hunt for a job. You found one quickly and immediately began working full-time to refill the hole you put in your wallet several days earlier, when you spent a couple hundred dollars on clothes so you would not freeze to death.

Atlas barked at you, and it shook you from your thoughts. You gazed down at her large, fuzzy face as she stared up at you. Her graying muzzle shoved into your hands, searching for warmth. You did not know what breed she was, since you got her from a shelter that found her as a stray. You got her when she was a year old, and although she was eight years old now, she was still as energetic as ever. Her shaggy tail flopped around in the snow as she sat, caking together onto her long fur. Snow was still falling slowly, and you could see the small flakes landing on her jet-black coat and fading as they melted. She yipped at you again, and you realized you were in the middle of the snow-covered sidewalk, lost in your own head again.

You leaned down and patted Atlas on the head to apologize, feeling her damp fur weave between your fingers. Her ears shifted back as she pressed her head up into your hand. The corners of your mouth lifted when you heard her tail thumping against the pathway. With your arm fully outstretched to pet Atlas, your sleeve shifted back just enough for you to glance down at your watch. It was 4:56 am. You had been standing in that same spot for nearly ten minutes. You were going to be late for the meetup with Connor. Ever since the two of you met, you had walked your dogs together almost every morning. You looked up at the sky, memories of when you first met him flooding into your head.

Your first afternoon in your new house, after you unpacked a bit, you fished around in the cardboard box labeled ‘Atlas’ to find her leash so you could take her out on a walk. It was not in the box, and you spent the rest of the day searching for it. It probably would have just been easier to buy her a new leash. On the third evening of your move-in, you finally found Atlas’ leash in a box filled with miscellaneous items. The box was aptly labeled ‘random shit.’

You originally planned on a short walk around the neighborhood that evening but got lost after about ten minutes of trudging through the snow. Your phone died in your hands when you tried to find directions home. As you wandered mindlessly, the sun began to set, washing the sky in gorgeous hues of orange and deep purple. The old street lamps along the left side of the road flicked on when the sun dipped below the horizon. You trembled as it got colder, your new snow boots rubbing on your heels as you strolled. You exhaled through your mouth, watching as the small cloud of breath vanished into the air.

Atlas spotted a large dog next to somebody on the other side of the street and turned towards them. You felt a soft jerk on your wrist and glanced down at your dog before looking at the other dog and its owner across the street. You took a deep breath, your palms beginning to sweat from under the gloves as you realized what you had to do. You had to speak to a stranger.

“Excuse me!” You called out as you jogged to the other side of the road. The giant dog that walked next to the stranger turned around and pricked his ears toward Atlas as his long tail swished from side to side. When the person turned towards you, the first thing that caught your eye was the LED on his temple that flickered blue. What you noticed next were his large, dark-colored eyes, blown wide in surprise. You could barely discern his other facial features, even with the streetlights on. The lamps were obviously very old, as most of the bulbs were either flickering or did not even work.

“Is something the matter?” The android questioned as his eyes flicked down to Atlas. He smiled at her before looking back up at you. You knew Atlas would not misbehave, but you kept her close to your side in case the other dog got upset.

“Sorry to interrupt your walk,” you trailed off as you thought about how to explain your situation. “I just moved here recently, and I managed to get lost while taking this one on a walk,” you gestured to Atlas. “Do you live in the neighborhood? Do you think you could help me?” You asked the android, a little desperate to get home.

The stranger, who introduced himself as Connor, agreed to help you find your way home. It did not take long for him to find directions after you told him your house number, as androids were technically walking databases. You and Connor engaged in awkward small talk while he led you back to your house. At some point during the walk back, Atlas made friends with the other dog. You were used to Atlas dwarfing other dogs, but she was quite small compared to the mammoth-like Saint Bernard.

“Can I see you again?” Connor managed to choke out when you were halfway through your door. Your dog slipped into the house, and you unhooked her leash before closing the door behind her and turning around. Connor’s warm brown eyes were darting around, landing everywhere except for you. His friend’s dog, who you learned was named Sumo, slobbered all over his hand which was clutched tightly around the leash. You could have sworn that Connor’s face was turning blue, but it was too dark to tell. 

“I’d like that.” You responded, an awkward smile making its way onto your face. Your eyes met Connor’s, and his lips quirked upward. Your breath hitched in your throat at his slight smile. You would be lying if you said you were not blushing, even if it was just a little bit.

“Every morning, before I go to work, I take Sumo on a walk. Would you like to join me tomorrow?” He asked, his head tilting to the side slightly. You had not known him for very long, but you noticed his mannerisms were comparable to a dog’s. It was cute. You found yourself wondering how CyberLife made his facial expressions so intricate. If he did not have the LED, you would not be able to tell that he was an android.

“I’d love to. I’m quite sure that Atlas would love a new friend as well.” You answered, looking down at Sumo. The Saint Bernard was sitting down, his tail thumping against the snow. He looked up at you with an unbelievably cute stare as drool fell ungracefully from his large jowls.

From then on, the two of you went for a walk together every morning. You agreed to his proposal since you did not want to get lost again. However, that was only one of two reasons. The other reason was quite simple. You thought Connor was cute. Soon, the morning walks you went on together became something you always looked forward to. Sometimes, you and Connor would stop to chat on a bench in the park and watch the sunrise. Atlas and Sumo usually sat quietly, but on occasion they would play together to burn off extra energy.

As you reminisced, you picked up the pace so you would not be late to the bench at the park where you and Connor met up every morning. Atlas trotted along happily, leaving large paw prints in the snow. Sporadically, she would stop and sniff a tree root or some odd substance on the sidewalk. You were less inclined to let her investigate the latter. Snow began to smother her thick black fur, leaving a frosty shroud over her coat. You were not worried about her being cold since her pelt provided ample protection from the frigid weather. You lifted your head from the snowy ground and spotted two familiar figures standing by a bench.

As soon as Connor heard your footsteps, he turned around with a smile. Sumo stood beside him, wagging his tail when he caught sight of Atlas. Connor’s features looked gorgeous, bathed in the soft morning light. His short, brunette hair was gently flowing with the wind, more notably the few strands longer than the others that rested on his forehead and curled slightly. His brown eyes were reflecting the blue light, making a beautiful display. The moles and freckles that dotted across his face and his prominent forehead lines, even if they were made to be imperfections, made him look simply breathtaking.

“Are you alright? You have not blinked in 1 minute and 54 seconds. You seem a bit zoned out.” Connor’s concerned voice interrupted your very blatant staring. You immediately looked away, your face turning a bit red. Your heart skipped a beat, and anything you wanted to say got caught in your throat. You felt Connor’s presence as he stepped closer to you, reaching his hand in his pocket to grab something. Connor’s hands reached above you, and you felt something warm on the top of your damp hair; it covered your ears when the android lightly tugged it down.

“Apologies,” he trailed off, searching for what to say next. “I remember you telling me that Atlas chewed up your beanie, so I bought you a new one. I figured it would be better for you to have a head covering sooner rather than later; I noticed your face turning red from the cold.” He explained bashfully, a crooked smile on his face. He promptly realized his hands were still hovering near your head and awkwardly rested them by his sides.

“Thanks, Connor.” You responded softly, tugging the beanie down. You looked up at him, a goofy smile plastered on your face. As much as you would love to deny it, the cherry color that brushed your cheeks was not from the cold biting at your face, as Connor believed. You were blushing simply because Connor was just so cute. As the professional front that he put up when he first met you slowly chipped away, an irresistibly endearing and thoughtful personality was revealed. You wondered how someone with such an in-depth personality could be even slightly comparable to a machine.

“You don’t have to thank me; I’m just looking out for you. I don’t want you to get sick,” Connor stated. His intonation was always professional, but you learned to detect the hints of sweetness that were sometimes laced into his voice. He smiled gently at you, and you practically swooned.

“We have been standing here for 2 minutes and 23 seconds longer than usual. Shall we begin walking?” The android asked, his head tilting and his brows rising slightly, a mannerism that was quite familiar to you.

“Wow, a whole 2 minutes and 23 seconds?” You commented sarcastically and let out a slight chuckle. His lovable way of just being him always made your heart skip a beat. You playfully nudged him with your shoulder, causing him to smile.

“You’re right. Let’s go!” You shot out quickly before he could defend himself from your previous comment. You skipped forward, with Atlas following you at a trot. You could not hear his footsteps or Sumo’s behind you, and looked back to see what was keeping him. What you saw nearly made your heart stop beating. He was giggling to himself, and there was a softness on his face that you had not seen before. Something that you could not distinguish shone in his eyes as he gazed at you, a dazzling smile on his face. Whatever it was, though, made your breath catch in your throat.

You and Connor walked along the snow-covered pathway in the park, making idle chat as the time passed. The sun began peeking from the horizon, its bright light reflecting onto the snow. It was nearly blinding, and it took your eyes a moment to adjust. You wondered if Connor was having trouble seeing. Were his artificial eyes able to regulate the bright lights quicker than yours? One thought led to the next, and you pondered if he had night vision. His eyes looked so realistic, and the deep brown of his iris reflected light flawlessly. They were enchanting.

“Is there something on my face? You have been staring at me more than usual today.” Connor broke the silence, concern etched on his face as he gazed down at you. His eyes perforated into yours as he attempted to figure out your musings. Your heart stuttered as Connor leaned in close to you. “Your heart rate has increased,” he stated. Your eyes widened and you could feel your face heat up. You silently cursed CyberLife for making him able to identify how quickly your heart was beating with nothing more than a glance.

Atlas stopped abruptly and jerked you forward, interrupting you and Connor. You wordlessly thanked Atlas for saving you from the awkwardness of explaining yourself to the android as she stuck her nose into a snow-covered bush. Sumo repeated her actions, but with his entire head, and the snow on top of the shrubbery fell on both dogs. You let out an animated laugh when Atlas pulled herself from the bush and her coal-black fur was covered with bright snow. She stared at Sumo with a death glare as she shook the snow from her pelt.

The Saint Bernard ignored her, his thick fur sopping wet. Sumo innocently blinked as you continued to laugh, and Connor promptly joined in. The android’s laugh sounded like heaven to your ears. The moment was cut short when Sumo shook himself off, half-melted snow and substantial amounts of dog hair flying directly at you and Connor.

An idea popped into your head when you felt the snow fly onto you. You snickered to yourself before leaning down and scooping some snow into your hands. You formed it into a ball and cringed when it crunched audibly. You tried to be as inconspicuous as you could since you knew that the second Connor knew what you were doing, he would be able to dodge any attack you made. Although, with your luck, the android most likely knew about your plan before even you did due to his preconstruction software, or whatever the hell it was called.

Without a second thought, you hurled the snowball directly at Connor. Your aim was on point, and the snowball would have hit him square in the back of the head if he did not crane his neck to the side to dodge it. It barely grazed the edge of his ear. He turned around and stared at you, his eyebrow cocked upwards. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he stalked over to you, Sumo happily trotting after him.

“I hope you meant to miss that,” your name slipped from his lips. “It was entirely too easy to dodge. I don’t think you want to play these types of games with me.” He leaned down, his face now level with yours as he gave you a dangerous look. You gritted your teeth at his teasing, but a smile managed to inch its way onto your face. The close proximity made your heart thrum in your chest, but you managed to ignore it. He brought his hand up slowly, slightly hesitating before cupping your face. Even though he was an android, you could still feel subtle warmth emanating from it. His deep brown eyes bore into yours, his face tinted a slight blue.

“You know… I really enjoy our morning walks.”

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Hiii can i make a request for an imagine for daemon smutty??

Hiii. Hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Smut, slight somnophilia, orgasm denial, spanking, degrading name calling. Word count: ~1k

She sighs and turns heavily in the bed yet again. Daemon remains undisturbed, deeply asleep, brow slightly furrowed even in slumber.

Gods, why won’t he wake up?!

The morning sunlight filters through the window in a blaze of pinks and reds, heralding the arrival of dawn. She knows he will sleep for a while longer, he usually does, but she needs him now.

Sleep has evaded her the last few hours and she is plagued by a throbbing ache between her legs that she knows only he can satisfy.

Her hand creeps beneath the blankets, tracing a path down the soft flesh of his abdomen, pushing through the thick patch of dark hair situated at the root of him, before it curls around his flaccid member.

Even when soft he still feels weighty and imposing against her palm. She begins to stroke him gently, smiling to herself as she feels him start to harden beneath her touch.

Daemon shifts in his sleep, grousing as he is roused into involuntary wakefulness.

“Pack that in.” He mumbles, voice thick with sleep, before closing his eyes again.

“Aōha ābrenka ao ajorrāelza!” She protests, giving him a slight squeeze that causes him to grunt. Your woman needs you!

“Kelītīs. You can give the sun a chance to rise and need me then, you spoiled little madam.” Stop it.

He keeps his eyes closed, but she delights in feeling that she now has the part of him she needs most standing to full attention.

“Please.” She whines, draping herself over him.

He cracks open a single eye, peeking at her derisively. “You think that wet little cunt of yours is more important than a Targaryen Prince’s need to rest?”

She pouts. “No! But…I could do all the work? Let me ride you.”

He elicits a withering sigh, scrubbing a hand over his face before looking at her properly. “You’ve never managed that without my help. You’ll whine that you’re tired and I’ll have to take over, lazy girl that you are.”

“I won’t!” She pleads. “I can do it myself, I don’t need your help.”

“Very well.” He says with a roll of his eyes. He slings his arms behind his head and regards her with a cocky smirk. “You’ll have no help from me. Hop on.”

She giggles excitedly, moving to straddle him. Grasping his erection, she positions the head of it at her entrance and sinks down slowly. The anticipation of having spent hours wanting Daemon has left her slick with arousal, and her cunny envelops him with little resistance.

Pride blooms in her chest as she sees his lips part slightly as he draws in a sharper intake of breath than usual. It pleases her to know that she affects him every bit as much as he affects her. She stays as she is for a moment, enjoying the fullness of him inside of her.

“Worn out already, jorrāeliarzus?” He teases, raising an eyebrow. Dearest.

“Daor!” She snaps back, beginning to roll her hips against his. No!

She sighs in relief, delighting in the way that Daemon’s eyes darken as he gazes up at her. She quickly finds a rhythm that she knows will bring her release. She has been so pent up she is certain it will not take long, especially with the tip of his cock repeatedly grazing at the spongy spot deep inside of her.

True to his word, Daemon lays still, watching her carefully, though the rise and fall of his chest has become more rapid. She can feel her peak cresting, as the tension in her lower belly coils tightly to a breaking point. As she is about to tip over the edge, the sensation is gone and she is robbed of her climax as Daemon jerks his hips backwards.

She lets out an anguished cry of frustration, her release ruined. “I was so close! Why did you do that?!”

“Usōvegon yno bēvilza.” He says with a mischievous glint in his eye. “I was getting a cramp. Carry on.” I must apologise.

She stares at him, a mixture of suspicion and annoyance pinching her features, but she is still utterly desperate for relief, so she resumes her movements, quickly working herself to the apex of her pleasure once more. He pulls his hips away again. She wails pitifully as the sensation leaves her void of satisfaction.

“Daemon! You are doing it on purpose!”

He chuckles. “If you want it that badly, riña litse, you will earn it.” Pretty girl

“Ñuhor līr gūrēnna.” She huffs at him. I will take what is mine.

“Go right ahead.”

By the fifth time Daemon denies her climax, her thighs are burning from the exertion and tears of vexation are welling up in her eyes. She feels so tightly wound she fears she may snap.

“Kostilus!” She whines. “This isn’t fair!” Please!

“Oh come now, I thought you were capable of riding me all by yourself?”

“I’m…” Her cheeks burn with humiliation, not wanting to finish her sentence.

“You’re what? Say it for me, riña litse, and it all goes away.” Pretty girl.

She whimpers, irritated by the sight of him still reclining lazily with his arms folded behind his head. She craves nothing more than for him to grab her hips and take charge, just as he always has. Her pride is eclipsed by her utter desperation as she relents and tells him what he wants to hear.

“I’m tired.” She whispers.

“Hmmm.” He muses. “Skoros vestri?” He takes her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at him. What do we say?

“I need your help…please.”

“Jaehossas sȳris sātās.” He says cruelly. “She finally admits it.” Gods be good.

She squeals as he surges forward, grabbing her and manhandling her onto all fours beneath him. The crack of his palm across the meat of her rear is loud and sharp, leaving behind a hot, painful sting to her flesh in its wake that causes her to gasp.

“Ilībītsos.” He snarls. “If you wish to peak, I shall see to it that you do, repeatedly. You will take it, and you’ll think on the feeling the next time you entertain the idea of behaving like an insolent fucking brat.” Little slut.

She shivers, knowing she is about to be taught a lesson she won’t soon forget.

[floppydiskettess]

alone (chamber x reader) (hurt/comfort)

a/n: im writing this in a super bad episode, if it sucks im sorry. i just need some sort of comfort right now and with this i can pretend i have someone who cares about me. i can pretend that someone actually notices that i am hurting.

tw: sh (hitting self, nothing gorey), severe depression, depressive episodes

when chamber returned to your shared living space, he was not expecting to be greeted to the suffocating silence surrounding the house.

"mon ange? are you here?" he called out but recieved nothing back. had you gone out on a mission?

he set down his items on a counter nearby and approached the bedroom. as he got closer he heard the small sounds of shuffling. when he sat right outsid ghe door, he heard the shaky heavy breathing on the other side just barely audible.

he frowns and worry crosses his face, he knocks on the door immediately.

"darling...? what's wrong? can you please let me in..?"

when you open the door, he lets out a soft gasp as he takes in your appearence. tear stains are present and running down your face from your exhausted dark eyes, just behind you he can see a bunch of little items thrown around as if an animal had ran through the room. he looked around before noticing the soft purple bruises forming on your arms. he nearly started crying then and there.

"mon dieu..what happened mon couer?" he says quietly as if he were trying not to spook you. as he takes in the state of you and the room, you begin crying harder. you messed up HIS space...he is going to be so mad...heisgoingtoleavemeand-

you feel two hands on your shoulders attemptijg to ground you. "hey hey...listen can you follow my breathing for me love?" he says as he pulls you into his chest so you can hear his breathing.

as you mimic his breathing, he softly praises you. "good job...thats it. i'm so proud.."

the only sound in the room is the two of you's soft breathing with the occasional sniffle. he loving rubs your back as he whispers softly into your hair.

"do you feel any better now dear?" when he feels your slow nod into his shoulder he smiles and hugs you tighter.

when you pull away from him, his rests hos hand on your cheek and slowly caresses his thumb over it.

"..do you want to talk about it..? it's alright if not. just tell me what you need."

"i just...why can't i be good at anything...? you have your gun designs...i just have nothing i am good at. i can't draw, or fight, or even be good at video games.."

"oh dear...i'm sorry you feel like that...i promise you that your "thing" will come soon alright? you don't have to be perfect for me or anyone else. now, can i ask where the bruises came from...? ....did you do that?"

seeing you shakily nod is all he needs before he grabs your arm and kisses it softly

"oh honey...why? you need to be careful. i love you so much ok? if you ever feel like this again please call me..i don't want you to suffer through this alone.." he says in a shaky tone you have never heard before. he sound...scared. observing the room around him, he can tell in your throwing match with the random trinkets that you had hit yourself on various items..his heart nearly shattered. when he hears you small muffled apology, he sighs.

"you have no need to be sorry, i am simply happy you are safe...now, what can we do to get this off your mind hm? would you like to watch that new show you told me about?" he said as he gave you a caring gaze.

the rest of the night was spent cuddling on the bed, you quickly fell asleep feeling drained from the stress. when you woke up, the room was tidy and you were pressed gently into his bare chest as he rubbed your back and let out soft breaths into your hair.

"you are not alone anymore mon amour. please, if you need lean on me. i will support you."

sorry for the self indulgent post. i literally described my morning but added someone there 💀. uh anyways i hope you all are doing ok and if you need support to reach out!

(please do not vent on this post)

[mammomlette]

thinking about how Belphie’s situation in s1 is so Blackbird (the song) coded

(Because I never stop thinking of lesson 16 and Belphie in season1 I could go on a word rampage about that arc.)

warnings: SPOILERS FOR LESSON 16 OBEY ME lesson 16 is its own warning guys

Notes: I basically just rewrote the s1 Belphie plot line. That’s it. It’s basically the exact same but written narratively lol. Also!! I plan on writing part 3 of the obey me as soulmate tropes (barb and dia are already done) but Solomon’s part is giving me such a creative block for some reason so it’s taking a while! Sorry!

Constructive criticism welcomed :)

“Blackbird singing in the dead of night,”

Shouts for help echoed through the hallways of the House of Lamentation. Why did it seem nobody but you (and the man who tried stopping you from approaching the attic, Lucifer) could hear them?

You snook your way around the house, trying to avoid the stars visible from Lucifer’s doorway and other places you’ve seen him roam at night. Even if he was distracted listening to Levi’s TSL vinyl, you didn’t want to risk it. You were determined to go up to the attic and listen to the voice shouting for you to please help, so you could free whatever may be trapped up there or at least hear it out.

You thought for a moment his calls for help sounded akin to a blackbird singing a morning’s song, though there are no mornings in the eternal darkness of the devildom; only the dead of night forever.

“Take these broken wings and learn to fly,”

You carefully made your way up the stairs, “MC, finally, no one is going to stop you. Now’s your chance to climb the stairs.” How did this voice know your name? More importantly, why are they asking you for help? What got them up there in the first place?

Your internal questions halted when you finally came face to face with the person behind the caged door of the attic. He never said his name, however he did ask you for help, and who were you if not humane? You’re here as a human, after all. He instructed to you to make pacts with the six demon brothers, starting with Beelzebub, in order to gain the power to free him. Your heart hurt for the poor human who claimed to have been locked away for so long they’ve forgotten who they are and how long exactly they’ve been locked away.

Make pacts with my brothers, learn to set me free.

“All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arrive.”

Belphie has been waiting for so long, months now spent just sitting in the same room, air long turned stale. He could tell you exactly how many boards were on the floor and cobwebs were in the corners of the room. Of course, his brother had to lock him away. Of course, his brother chose Diavolo’s rule over his own little brother.

Finally, after so long, there was finally something. A human no less, who had finally managed to enter the attic. If it had to be a human who would save him, so what?

He had been waiting so long for this moment to arrive. A moment to be free again, and even a moment to seek revenge.

“Blackbird singing in the dead of night,”

All Belphie heard at night now was the voice of this human. It’s strange how much comfort its grown to bring him, given his plan. But the voice of his brothers and his dead twin would be much more comforting to hear, and his sister was a much more comforting presence.

He knows he won’t miss you when you’re gone, or else he just wouldn’t go through with it, he just wouldn’t continue to manipulate you into working to free him just for him to kill you. But he will miss the routine of having a concerned voice chirping at him in the dead of night while everyone else is asleep. He’s sure Beel will suffice.

“Take these sunken eyes and learn to see,”

At last the moment came, you had finally freed him, even if you weren’t there when the cage opened, he knows it was you. Had you finally made a pact with Lucifer? Is that why he’s free? Credit given where credit is due, you were surprisingly competent for a human. It’s a shame the fate that befalls you. The fate Belphie has the power of stopping, but chooses not to.

Your eyes were so tired he noticed in the brighter lighting of purgatory hall. Sunken and tarnished by dark bags. Was this the result of your late night visits to the attic? Had you just been working too hard? Who knows, I’d rather, who cares? Any pity he felt, he swallowed down and it was quickly drowned by his seething and growing hatred for your kind. Maybe in another life, he and Lilith would be sneaking down into the human world to watch you and your kin, but not anymore. You can’t teach him to see humans as more than vermin.

“All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free.”

A humans life is always only building up to death. It’s what every human spends their life anticipating, waiting for the sweet relief or curdling torture of death. Would you feel dread in your last moments? Perhaps irony? He never could grow fond enough of you to change his plans, but you did plant an invasive seed of interest in him. He hates how he wants to understand you now more than ever, how does the human mind and spirit face death? Are you different from the countless other humans he’s killed? Are you more accepting?

It’s sad to say that the only regret he has from killing you is not making it last long enough for you to express your final thoughts to him. If only he had dragged your death out longer, given you time and air to carefully pick out your last words, maybe even a last emotion shared just with him. The thought of wanting to be the one to see your dying face, hear your dying thoughts and feel your dying senses feels quite intimate for a murderer and the murdered. Maybe in another life you weren’t unfortunate enough to be born as a human. In another life, he thinks. He dwells on the ‘ifs’ too often.

It’s only natural for humans to die. They wait their entire life for that moment of freedom, really he gifted you by killing you while you were still well loved by those around you, his brothers. Oh, his brothers will be mad… they’ll get over it, in time. They can’t love you enough to stay mad at their sweet little brother, right?

[lanassgirlll]

Old Faces

Elijah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Summary: The last time you saw the Mikaelson family, you got left heartbroken. Now, you meet a certain member of the family again after centuries.

Warnings: kidnapping (kinda?) tiniest bit of angst, mentions of paranoia, use of y/n!

Words: 1,7k

AN: First of all, it's been a while since I have posted something, but I am back! So, I'm thinking about making this story into two or three parts. Also, I haven't decided which the love interest will be, so I will make a poll and I ask of anyone who reads this, to vote and choose!! Anyway, enjoy my new story and I hope you like it! (side note: please excuse any grammar and spelling mistakes, lol)

Getting out of the taxi, Y/N took in a deep breath whilst looking around the fascinating streets of New Orleans. She had only been here a few times, long before the city was founded. So, saying the place had changed would be underestimating.

It was almost dark outside, and she couldn't wait to have a shower and get some sleep. The flight she had booked was early in the morning, so she had spent many hours in the air just to get here.

Taking her bags out of the car, Y/N slowly made her way inside the hotel she had booked a room in. The hotel itself wasn't anything special and it wasn't one of the best places to stay in the city. But she liked the simple, rather than the extravagant places, so this would be just perfect for her.

It was now early in the morning when Y/N was getting ready for her day. She had decided that she'd spend the few days she was staying in the city, exploring, and collecting little souvenirs for her home in Europe, instead of sulking and rotting in the bed of her hotel room. Y/N didn't like traveling so far away from home much, as she loved the comfort of it, but whenever she did, collecting things that would catch her eye was like a tradition for her. Her house was full of colorful toys, rugs, all kinds of weird cutlery and even furniture, all of which she had gotten from her travels.

Putting on her coat and grabbing her bag, she made her way out of the room, and outside into the streets of New Orleans.

After strolling around the more modern part of the city, Y/N decided to go to the famous French Quarter, as she had heard many good things about it. At least more good than bad, as the place was known for the wicked vampires and witches who somehow never could make peace between their communities.

The place was truly beautiful, she had to admit. The buildings, the people, the jazz music, which she didn't like much, but it was still charming in a way.

But as she was walking around the streets, simply just admiring the place like a kid would admire a toy store, Y/N couldn't get of the feeling that someone was following her.

Sure, she was known for being a little too paranoid at times, but this time she really couldn't find out why. A thousand questions were running in her mind: Was it because of the stories she had heard about this place? Were the witches trying to get her for being in their territory? The fear was slowly building up as the paranoia was taking over her mind.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly made her way into an alleyway and looked around, just to make sure she was alone.

Just as she was about to open her bag, a man appeared in front of her. And as she was about to speak, the unfamiliar man broke her neck, and her world went dark.

Slowly waking up, a quiet groan escaped Y/N's lips. She figured it had to be from getting her neck broken. As the realisation kicked in, she opened her eyes and looked around.

She was in a big room, big windows letting the bright sun lighten the space. The room itself didn't have much furniture nor people in it. She looked down at herself and saw that she was tied down to a chair, and from the burning that she felt, it was obvious that the ropes were soaked with vervain. Great.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she managed to speak up.

''Hello? Is- is there anyone?''

She had to admit, she was scared to death right now. She had never really been in any situations like this up until now. She had never gotten attacked by anyone and it's been a few good centuries since anyone has broken her neck. The worst feeling was the anxiety she was feeling at that very moment.

How could she be this stupid? She was such an old vampire and she always let her fears get the worst out of her at the worst moments. Like this one. Y/N thought that this would be the day she'd die.

She was so lost in her thought, she didn't even notice the man that was now standing behind her.

''What do we have here?''

Hearing the deep voice behind her out of nowhere, made her squeak and close her eyes tightly, trying to control her breathing. She was a scaredy cat and at that moment she felt more embarrassed than afraid.

''Who are you? What do you want with me?''

The question started flying out of her mouth as she tried to get a better look at the man behind her.

''The more important question is, who are you? And what are you doing here?''

Just as Y/N was about to answer his questions out of fear for her life, she heard another man walking into the room. Of course, she couldn't see him either and the only thing she could hear now, was the quiet mumbling between the two of them.

Y/N swore that the voice of the man who had just walked in was one she had heard before. She just couldn't place where.

She looked down at her hands, trying to pull them out of the ropes, even though she knew it was of no use. She hissed at the burning feeling and clenched her jaw. Y/N was getting angry now. She had done nothing wrong to deserve this.

''Hello? If you won't tell me what you want, just let me go! I have done nothing to you!''

As she looked up, with the corner of her eye saw one of the men making his way over to her. He stood in front of her and looked her up and down, and Y/N swore she could feel the judgment in his eyes.

''Quick change of attitude, I see?''

The man was tall, with dark skin and sharp face. His expression wasn't giving anything out, and she couldn't read him.

''Look, I only-''

She stopped mid-sentence as the other man now stood in front of her, too. Memories started flooding her mind as she stared up at him. It had been centuries since she last saw him.

The one and only, Elijah Mikaelson.

He was looking at her, like he had just seen a ghost. His brows were furrowed, and his lips were parted, as he was sucking in a breath.

Before either of them could make a sound, the dark-haired man that stood next to Elijah, spoke up first.

''I'm guessing the two of you know each other. Care to explain, Elijah?''

Y/N clenched her jaw tightly, looking away from them without a saying a word. She was getting overwhelmed with all the memories that were coming back. She had been keeping them locked at the back of her mind, as they were too painful. It had taken her decades to get over what had happened. In all honesty, she never truly got over it, but at least she managed to control the thoughts.

''Marcel, would you be so kind and leave us.''

She heard the man, whose name apparently was Marcel, sigh with a hint of annoyance before slowly making his way out of the room.

Y/N reluctantly looked up at Elijah again, her jaw still clenched tight. He looked so different since the way time she saw him, yet still the same in a way. The only obvious changes were, of course, his clothes and his hair style.

''Y/N, this is- a really unexpected surprise.''

She scoffed as she heard his words. Using the word 'unexpected' was a funny way to describe it.

''Then let me go, and we can all continue with our day, peacefully.''

''I'm afraid I can't do that. Just yet.''

''You cannot be serious, Elijah.''

She was so angry at this point, her blood was boiling. What did he want with her? She knew that he didn't know she was here until he saw her with his own eyes. The shocked face he had made told her everything she needed to know.

''Just let me go. I don't know why your friend had to snap my neck and bring me here, but I assure you, I have done no wrong to him!''

Elijah had a small smile dancing on his lips as she chuckled at her words lightly.

''What's so funny?''

''I'm just- I am at loss of words. You've changed so much since the last time we saw each other.''

''I will not sit here and suffer, just because you want to chit chat.''

As she was looking at him, she saw as an emotion flashed in his eyes, but it was gone before she had the chance to figure out what it meant.

Suddenly, he ripped the ropes off her hands and threw them down on the ground.

Y/N quickly stood up and took a few steps backwards, needing space from him.

''Don't expect a 'thank you'.''

''Why are you here, Y/N?''

Her brows furrowed as she heard his question.

''Excuse me? Suddenly you own the world? I was here on a holiday, and now you have ruined it!''

His face was like a rock. She couldn't figure him out and it was slowly starting to annoy her, along with the other hundred things that were already annoying her.

''No, of course not.''

''Listen, Elijah. I don't want to be around you. So, I will get my things and go back home, and you won't hear or see me ever again. Sounds good? Great!''

Just as she started walking towards the door Marcel had walked out of earlier, figuring that had to be the way out of the building, Elijah appeared in front of her, startling her.

''Jesus-''

''Don't go. Just not yet at least.''

''I don't owe you anything Elijah. And you don't deserve a second of my time. Now get out of my way.''

''Y/N, please, let's talk. Or let me talk. I believe we have much to go through.''

She was looking at him, thinking about his plea. Was she really about to agree with him? She had tried so hard to keep the memories out of her mind, because of how painful they were.

But just like in the past, she really could never say no to him.

Knowing she'd regret it later, she took a deep breath and crossed her arms over her chest, before speaking up.

''Fine, let's talk.''

[angie-starz]

The chonozawa timline in my Au is a decade long affair:

In Canon Aizawa is 31(30 at the beginner of the series) and Chrono doesn't have a Canonical age so I put him as the same age a Chisaki, 28 (27 during the SH raid); so that gives them a 3 year age gap.

The Neolithic age

First meeting: Hari 18 & Shouta 21

Aizawa is just beginning his hero career, still very scarred by the death of his friend and his relationship with Mic on the rocks(⚠️apologies in advance, this will be the death of erasermic⚠️) they decide to take a break and not see eachother for a while. He gets offered to go on a mission in Esuha yakuza territory, he agrees, he goes, he settles in a hotel, they get started on the case. (I will not talk too much on the case no spoilers for the fic). Essentially, Aizawa is approached by Kurono who offers to help him with the case since he doesn't know jackshit about the yakuza, Aizawa asks why he'd help and Kurono tells him he's just a local keeping a look out for his people since no outsiders will. They obviously dislike eachother at first, both of them tolerating the other to achieve their goals with Aizawa planning to arrest him after all this is over. Aizawa eventually pieces together Kurono is yakuza after a series of misadventures and investigation, they started as reluctant allies and ended as unlikely friends going their separate ways.

Interlude I...

Aizawa goes back to Tokyo, to mic after the mission and they try again but Aizawa keeps thinking about the time he spent in Esuha and just can't shake off the feeling of wanting to go back. Months pass and eventually mic breaks it off with him himself because he realises things really won't work. Meanwhile back in Esuha, Kurono Is getting reprimanded by the old boss for his reckless actions through the investigation but he insists he only did it to protect the SH. He talks to kai about it to which he ensures hari he did the right thing by preventing the police from coming snooping in their territory(Yes. Tragic one-sided chronohaul)

Meeting again: Hari 19 & Shouta 22

It's been a year, and Aizawa is still pondering why he doesn't feel a thing for the breakup but longs to go back to esuha. He's watching the news one day and finds that investigations are being held for the figure who was held responsible for threatening the authorities in The first meeting this gives him the push/excuse to finally go back to esuha to check on Kurono. When gets there he finds kurono, he's staying in an abandoned building across the city and he's freaking out because he's practically endangered the SH and now he's realising that the boss was right. Aizawa snaps him out of it and tells him that he's here to help, kurono doesn't believe him and ask why he would even try to and Aizawa replies that he's just an outsider looking out for the locals. The rest of it is spent with them on kind of on the run, aizawa offers his car amd pays a motel for Kurono until his name is cleared even if he did actually have ALOT to do with the accusations. They spend alot of time bonding and opening up, surprisingly by the times all the ruckus has died down another year has passed, Hari is 20 and Shouta is 23

The middle ages

Frequent interactions: Hari is 21-24 and Shouta is 24-27 during this period

After everything that happened, they're seeing eachother alot more often, exchanged numbers And Aizawa has an apartment in Esuha that Kurono break in to stays at whenever he's not busy with SH work. Through the years they're essentially dancing around eachother, they could be dating but they never put a label on what they are. Aizawa is willing to make them official but Kurono hold off from it because he feels guilty because he feels he's betraying Chisaki. It's almost like he's cheating but can it really count as infidelity if him and kai are not even really together? He leaves the apartment early every morning before Aizawa can wake up but he always comes back even when Aizawa is all the way in Tokyo. This is also around the time Aizawa takes in Shinsou, so just throw that in there.

The ice age

Ghosting: Hari is 25-27 and Shouta is 28-30

Eri gets dumped on the doorstep of the DH at the age of 3 in December right before she tirns 4 and everything in the compound falls into chaos. Kurono gets sidetracked with everything going on, helping chisaki in the lab to figure out what her quirk is, reassuring him that she isn't a replacement for him in the old man's eye. He's doesn't visit Aizawa as often, practically at all but they are still texting. Until he changes his number and goes radio silence for 2-3 years. Aizawa on his end is confused because he got no explanation and not even a goodbye. He goes around Esuha, to places they'd frequent together but there's no trace of him at all. He doesn't believe Kurono would skip town, he's too loyal to his organisation to do so. Kurono now has fully embraced chronostasis alongside overhaul continuing the experiments for the quirk eraser drug. They go on about their lives but still ruminate about eachother deeply. That is until the raid. When Aizawa finds out that its based on the SH, he tries to reach out to Kurono again but still nothing. The first time they meet again is when he's captured by chronostasis underground.

The extinction or revival age

Where we left off: Hari is 27-28 and Shouta is 30-31

They have a one-sided conversation with Aizawa not being able to move. Kurono is pissed that he's here, he shouldn't be here, they were never meant to see each other again. Kurono grapples with his loyalty to the SH and what he wants but will never admit. He Considers killing Aizawa to put an end to this entire affair but as he raises his dagger and prepares to plunge it into his back, he stops and just can't. With the dagger in hovering above, he sighs and tells Aizawa that he'll let him go but to never expect to see him again as he prepares to take the last of the drug and research and run. But then Suneater bursts through the door, stabs Chronostasis's hand with the swordfish and he has reinforcements with him. The rest of the raid goes on as is. Kurono is taken to a Villains hospital for his hand and Aizawa after a while goes to see him.

From here, anything goes. That's why call it death or revival because it can go either way depending on how I'm feeling. They could work thing out for the better or they could stay just accept that the stage of questioning is permanent.

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I'm always anxious to post any long writing/character pair analysis because I just feel that I'm not smart enough to analyse them and or they just make sense in my head that when I try to form words or explain them it doesn't make sense so it really tried to get the idea of them here!

[november-rayne]

Chapter Five: The Lost Prince

A/N: Oh, our sweet prince. What a naughty little sh*t he's been.

Word Count: 1700

Rating: Mature

Tags: Mentions of heavy alcohol and drug use

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+ *Minors DNI*

Thor had been tasked with keeping his brother out of trouble by his mother when she first embarked on their tour. He agreed to the task at the time but no idea what was in store for him.

After the news of his betrothal arrived, Loki ran away from the palace, moving through the realm like a hurricane. Drinking, drugs, and sex were his new religion, and he worshiped without ceasing.

Loki spent the next several weeks drinking excessively and bedding any warm, willing body available. Discretion went out the window. He attended orgies without wearing his usual illusion disguise. The common quiet rumors became open discussions in pubs and shared gossip in society circles.

He caroused all hours of the day. He only slept when his body passed out from exhaustion or overconsumption. He hit the bottle as soon as he woke, usually under a pile of naked bodies or alone in some strange place, unsure of how he ended up there.

His status as prince granted him access to all the best the realm had to offer. His chaos was untamed.

Initially, he knew to move around frequently to keep anyone from the palace from getting wind of his exact location. However, as the weeks passed, he lost track of days. He ran out of coins, leaving a trail of IOUs wherever he went. He did remember to keep to the less affluent areas. He knew he did not want to run into friends of his parents.

One chilly morning, Thor tracked Loki to a brothel on the capital’s outskirts. This part of the realm was certainly no place for a prince. The streets were narrow, the buildings in disrepair, and the vibe in the air was nothing short of hostile. But this morning, it was quiet, like the neighborhood was sleeping off a hangover.

Thor pushed open the heavy oak door and stepped into the dark entry. No one was behind the long counter where guests would check in and pay their coins. He stepped through the heavy velvet curtain that separated the foyer from the parlor.

Men and women were sleeping in various stages of undress on piles of cushions and couches. Discarded bottles and goblets littered the floor. The sweet smell of incense barely masked the heavy scent of sweat and sex. Thor scanned the dark room looking for his brother.

An older woman wearing a long, thick robe came into the parlor from one of the hallways on the side of the large room, shuffling carefully through the refuse and stepping over prone bodies.

“I’m sorry, but we are not open for business at this hour. You could come back after midday.”  She smiled sweetly at Thor and lightly touched his arm to lead him to the exit.

“Greetings, madam. I am not looking for a consort. My name is Thor Odinson. I am looking for my brother, Loki.”  The woman gasped and stepped back, sinking into a deep curtsey.

“My apologies, Your Highness. These old eyes did not recognize My Prince in this darkness. Please forgive me.”

“’Tis nothing. Now, if you please, this is an urgent family matter. I need to find my brother.”

“Yes, of course, right this way! Please, watch your step.”  The woman led Thor through the hallway on the opposite side of the room. Then up two flights of rickety stairs and down another hallway. She stopped in front of a door with a heavy brass knocker. “Your brother rented the VIP apartment.”  She licked her lips and looked up at Thor with a hint of fear in her eyes. “He doesn’t like being disturbed.”

Thor leaned down so that he was more level with her lined face. “Unlock the door. That is not a request, do it now.”  Her eyes widened, and she scrambled in her robe to produce a thick iron key ring. Her hands shook slightly as she worked the ring around and around again, searching for the correct key.

“Ah! Here we are!” She unlocked the door and stepped aside.

“Many thanks.” Before he could take a step, the woman cleared her throat. “Yes?”

“Well, Prince Loki has not paid his tab in weeks. If you plan to remove him back to the palace, I must collect so I may pay my employees.”

Thor furrowed his brow, “I see. I can cover his tab. How much does he owe you?”

She shifted nervously. “Prince Loki has been going through quite a bit of my ale, mead, and wine. Not to mention the food and… entertainment. He has run up quite a debt. We are, of course, honored to have a prince of Asgard as a guest, but…”

“Spit it out, woman. How much?” Thor was on an extremely tight deadline, and his patience was paper thin.

“Twelve hundred,” the woman blurted out.

“Twelve hundred silver?”

“Twelve hundred gold, Your Highness. Prince Loki has generously shared with the rest of the guests.”

“Of course, he has.”  Thor gritted his teeth and ran a hand through his sandy blond hair. “I don’t carry that kind of coin around with me. I can have it delivered. What say you?”

“Certainly, Your Highness.”  She curtseyed deeply and hurried off down the hall.

Thor took a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open. He found the state of Loki’s room much like the parlor. It was spacious, with tall windows along the back wall. The canopy bed sat atop a platform. There were cushions and couches dotted around the room. The en suite bathroom was off to the other side.

Thor stepped over a man with long auburn hair and began scanning the room for his brother. Bodies covered the bed in a tangle of naked arms and legs. This was going to prove more difficult than he thought.

“I wondered how long I would be allowed to remain off the leash.”  Loki’s faint voice came from behind Thor’s back.

He turned to see his brother leaning against the bathroom doorway. He wore only a thin pair of linen pajama bottoms hanging loosely around his hips. He had lost weight; Thor could see his ribs plainly. He had red wounds on his arms and deep purple kiss marks and bites on his neck and abdomen. His hair was limp and dirty, and his complexion was paler than usual, making the purple rings under his eyes more prominent. In his hand was a half-empty bottle of spirits which he brought to his swollen lips and took a long, slow swig.

Thor had prepared a stern speech in his mind when he opened the door. But, after taking in the state of his little brother, all he could choke out was, “Loki…”

Loki looked as if the door frame was the only thing keeping him upright. He tried to take a step forward but stumbled backward. He caught himself with his free hand and braced against the doorway again.

“Loki, this depraved debauchery has gone on long enough. Your time is up! It is time to come back to the palace.” 

Loki took another long drink from his bottle, shrugging his shoulders.

“I am taking you home. Where are your clothes?”  Thor asked while looking around the room with a scowl of disdain.

“Haven’t required them, it seems.”  Loki drawled out, rubbing the cool glass of the bottle across his forehead, and struggling to keep himself upright. “I think I will have a sleep and meet you back at home. Tomorrow morning is preferable, yes… one more day…. will not hurt.”

Loki’s eyes were closing of their own accord as he slowly slid to the floor.

“Oh no, you don’t!” Thor ripped the ornate canopy off the bed and draped it over Loki’s bare shoulders. He yanked the bottle from his grip and hoisted him over his shoulder.

“I will catch Hel from our parents as it is! No way am I going to get into hot water for you missing greeting your fiancé at the gates.”

That sobered Loki up a bit. “What did you say? Put me down!”

Thor was outside in the crisp morning air in no time flat. He managed to make it back through the parlor without stepping on anyone. The brothel’s owner was at the counter in the entryway as they left. She was about to complain about making off with the bedding but thought better of it.

“What bloody time is it?” He squinted in the direction of the dawning sun and pulled the canopy tighter around his shoulders as Thor stood him upright. Goosebumps rose on his bare skin, “What bloody day is it?”  He frowned as he swayed where he stood in his bare feet. He was disoriented and on the verge of vomiting.

“Just get up here! We need to get out of here before anyone sees us.”  Thor yanked Loki’s arm and jerked him up onto his horse in front of him. “Hold on!”

“This is humiliating!” Loki cried, struggling to hold the canopy closed around his body. Thor took off despite his protest. Fringe and large tassels flapped in the air.

Loki lamented the lack of a tunic and cloak as the cool air whipped around his body. The barely-there linen bottoms and a decorative cloth were his only protection against the wind.

“Oh, shut up! You are proving to be more trouble than you are worth. I would have smothered you in your cot when you were a baby had I known what a giant pain in my ass you would turn out to be!”  Thor’s horse thundered along a narrow dirt road around the capital's outskirts.

“First of all, rude! Secondly, what did you say about a fiancé?”

“Mother has sent more messages; they arrive home this afternoon. Your future bride and her parents in tow. She thought it would be a clever idea for the two of you to meet and get to know each other before the wedding, which for your information, is scheduled for one month from today.”

Loki felt the world get colder. A heavy black curtain covered his eyes, and he slumped forward in the saddle.

“Bloody Hel!”  Thor caught Loki around the waist before he could tumble from the horse.

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CG! Eddie Munson x Shifter Agere OC

Chapter 2. Back to Hawkins

Summary: BB finds herself back in Hawkins and Eddie finds himself more drawn to take care of her.

Warnings: Heavier Implications of abuse, implications of ED and SH. Gareth being a little mean, Eddie babying Bonnie. VERY LONG (2.9 k)

Eddie woke in the morning, he no longer felt the comforting weight of Bonnie on his chest, so he rolled over and stretched his arm out looking for her, groaning when he didn't feel her. "Mmmmm, Bon...?" After no answer, he sat up looking around and squinting, "Bon?" He sits up getting out of the bed, beginning to search the trailer, the clothes he'd given her were still in his bed, and hers were missing, had she left? He couldn't help feel a little let down, but despite that, he got dressed and left for the day. "No way you spent the night with a girl, we're losers Ed." Jeff snorted and looked among the group to see their reactions. "No no its true, he called me about it last night, soooo, you and stalker girl?" Gareth grins and nudges Eddie in the side. His jaw clenched in annoyance. "It's not like that, she's not a stalker she-" He cut himself off, the truth would sound insane, he wasn't even sure it was true, and if it was, he probably shouldn't be telling the town about it. "She's not a stalker. Anyway nothing happened, she had a nightmare or something, asked me to sleep next to her, and when I woke up she was gone." "She take anything?" Jeff asks, they'd never seen Eddie like this, so they got the hint to take it easy on the jokes. He shakes his head. "Stash untouched, money all there, tv, guitar, nothings missing. She said she wasn't from Hawkins, I don't have her number." There was an uncomfortable silence as Eddie pushed around the food on his tray with his fork. "I don't think I'll ever see her again..."

Bonnie woke up to the sound of yelling and things being thrown around the house, a familiar noise, but unsettling none the less, she whines softly. "Eddie? What's happening?" Her eyes opened and she saw she was back in her own room. "Oh... it was a dream." She slowly sat up before seeing her legs, cut and bruised and grazed, pretty freshly too. A finger pressed around the wounds experimentally causing her to hiss, it wasn't a dream? "Bonnie! Get your ass downstairs!" She jumps up and pulls on a hoodie to cover the hellfire shirt, going downstairs as instructed. "Heard you up last night, no wonder you've slept half the day. And who were you talking to just now?" "It's only mid day papa, and no one, just... myself." A strong grip tightened around her wrist. "Then what happened to your legs hm? You been sneaking out?" "I'm an adult-" "-You're my daughter! You listen to me! Go get my tools!" "But-" "Get!" He shoves her toward the door, causing her to trip and smack into the wall. Bonnie was immediately crying but ran to get the tools, it would only upset him more to see her cry, or that she'd split her lip, as well as bumping above her eye, which would no doubt bruise, and her nose started bleeding. She wiped her face as best as she could with her sleeve as she collected her dads bag, dragging it back to him and keeping her head down.

Bonnie watched from her bed as her dad boarded shut her window, and then added a lock to the outside of her door. "What if I have to pee? What if there's a fire?" "You can hold it. And god forbid the house set on fire, you'd better hope I remember to let you out." Without another word, the door was shut and locked, locking Bonnie in the room with no way out. After a while of crying and panicking from being trapped, she grabbed her phone and began typing searching up to see if anyone had similar experiences to her from last night, and after having to continuously filter results and change her search she found it, she found what she was looking for. A blog talking about their shifting experience, and the more she read through it, the more it sounded like that's exactly what she did, just, without meaning to. Her next search, how to do it again. It wasn't long before she was lying in bed, trying all sorts of different methods, she hadn't scripted, she wanted the pure, authentic Eddie she met last night. Bonnie steadied her breathing, focusing on the memory of Eddie. A soft smile spread on her face and she felt herself drifting.

Bonnie jolted awake, looking around and sighing in relief to see Eddies room surrounding her, she laid back in his sheets comfortably, at home she had a mattress and two pillows so she was grateful for the warm, cosy bedding, it was just an added bonus that they smelt like Eddie. Speaking of, she got up and headed for the door. "Eddie?" She opened the door to see an older, balding man drinking coffee, she recognised him as uncle Wayne, but still shrieked in surprise and slammed the door shut.

Eddie got home, taking off his jacket and hanging it up before leaning back to crack his back, he went to go make a snack when a voice behind him spoke. "Who's the girl?" Uncle Wayne, Eddie looked at him and saw a smirk, "In your room?" He elaborated, "Don't worry, not mad, just, use protection and keep the noise down-" "When did she get here?" "Well, I got in before you left, so I assumed she stayed the night, certainly didn't get here since I've been home." Eddie didn't wait a second longer, rushing to his room and opening the door. "Bon!" He grins before fidgeting and clearing his throat, "I mean, you're back! Where'd you go?" He crossed his arms awkwardly trying not to seem so excited. Bonnie was curled up in the corner, hugging her knees to her chest. "My uncle scare yo-" he was cut off to her hugging him tight, her face hidden in his chest, he hoped she wouldn't hear the way his heart skipped a beat. "Hey? You okay...?" "When I fell asleep, I woke up at home again..." She was trembling slightly. Eddie grew worried and gently lifted her face, his expression dropping seeing her black eye and busted lip. He strokes her hair back with a worried expression, hands slightly shaking with hidden rage, the cold metal of his rings gently brushing her cheeks. "Who did this to you?" She shook her head. "It doesn't matter you can't fi-" "Bon, Who. Did. This?" "My dad." His jaw tensed, she was right, he couldn't do anything, it broke his heart, but when he saw her eyes welled with tears, it washed away, replaced with worry, being mad wouldn't help anything, he wanted to help her instead. "You'll stay here, with me, I'll keep you safe, here." Eddie knelt in front of her and looked away as he pulled down her shorts, replacing them with his sweatpants. "What are you doing?" BB asks, watching him nervously, chewing on the ends of her sleeve as she felt herself beginning to slip. "I'm gonna take care of you. That okay?" She blushed wildly and nods making him smile wide. "Good girl." Eddie had an urge for a while, to have someone in his life that needed him, to care for them, to... baby them. He never understood the compulsion. "Come on baby bat, up you come." Eddie picked up her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, making her hug onto his neck in panic, fearing she'd be dropped. "It's okay, I got you."

Eddie sat her on the side of the bathtub, gently cleaning off her face of the dried blood. "Tell me if I'm hurting you, okay?" Bon once again nods softly, still chewing and sucking on her sleeve. "Good girl, hey hey no baby... icky. Look your sleeves are all wet now..." He opened a draw and pulled out a numbing cream, gently applying it to her injuries. "Sowwy..." He paused at the way she spoke, but smiles. "It's okay, how about we go to the store and you can pick out anything you want okay? So, something you can chew on too?" Eddie smiles wide and kisses her forehead gently. "First, how about we brush this hair?" "Okay..." She smiles wide and reaches up to be picked up again.

"Laces all tied?" Eddie had found an old pair of his from being younger, they had all sorts of drawings on them. "Yep! All tied!" Bon's legs swing back and forth from the van seat. "Okay, so hold my hand, don't wonder off, and while I adore that little voice of yours, I think it's best you don't talk to anyone, okay?" He was worried about the people in this town being their usual selves and making her feel bad, and also worried people would question who she even was, the people here were paranoid especially after the last few years. She nods firmly, waiting as he came to her side of the van, unbuckled her and lifted her out of the van. Her hand clasps around his, automatically pressing herself to his side as they walked into the little store. They walked to the clothing isle, "So you have stuff to wear at mine?" He chuckles, making her chew her lip shyly, she kinda liked wearing his clothes, "Do you wanna pick or can I?" The regressor in her craved being cared for completely, even being dressed. "You pick." BB spoke quietly so she wouldn't be heard. "Okay... why don't you look around and pick some things, and meet me right over there okay?" He pointed to an Icee machine, giving her hand a squeeze and then a little kiss before watching her walk away.

Bonnie waddled nervously down each isle, stopping when she came to the baby section, she wanted badly to get some things, she didn't have much at home, but she didn't know if Eddie would want to buy these for her, on the other hand, maybe she could lie about why she wanted to it, nervously picking up a sippy cup, bottle, and a set of plate, bowl and cutlery with teddy bears printed on it. She nervously held the items to her chest and continued looking through them, after a lot of thought, she chose to stay with what she had, not wanting to push Eddie. She made her way towards the Icee machine, eyes widening to see a familiar face sat on the counter drinking one. "Gareth?" His face turns to her and he frowns. "I know you?" His tongue was a bright purple colour from the drink, her face grew a somewhat scared expression. "O-oh... No no sorry I thought you were someone else..." He looked over her confused before noticing the shoes, Eddies. "Stalker girl? Holy shit it's stalker girl!" He chuckles to himself and gets off of the counter, getting close to her, "Eddie told us all about you, so, how do you know all this stuff about us?"

On the other side of the store, Eddie was busy filling a basket with all sorts of stuff, the urge to spoil becoming too hard to conquer, he also slipped a few things into his pockets, but his head snapped up hearing the familiar voice of his club member, Gareth, yelling "Stalker girl." His heart dropped, he loved his friends, but he knew what they were like, just like how he was usually. He rushed towards the noise, seeing Gareth and Bonnie. "Gareth back off." Eddie tapped BB's hand with his finger, letting her know he was there if she needed, trying to hold back a smile when he felt her hand wrap around two of his fingers. Gareth's hands lifted defensively. "Just asking her questions, looking out for my guy. So," He looks down at their hands "You two are...?" Eddie gave a stern look and Gareth decided to drop it. "Well... uh, have fun, see ya Monday I guess..." With that he walked away and Eddie knelt in front of BB stroking her hair, "You okay? I'm sorry about him..." She nods and reaches forward hugging around his neck tight and hiding her face in the comforting nest that was his hair. "Oh... "He hugged back "Hey its okay, just gotta pay and we can go back to mine okay? Just me an' you alright? Can you do that f'me?" He pulled back doing his best to look down at her despite their close proximity, pouting a little "Please?" Bonnie takes a deep breath and nods softly, letting go of Eddie before pointing at the cart he was trying to hide. "Wha's dat?" Eddie made a mental note to ask about how she was talking later on, but for now he guided her attention back to him. "Those are surprises when we get back home okay?" She looked away from them and nods softly, smiling a little, "I'm gonna need you to gimme what you've chosen, and then look away so the surprise isn't ruined, 'kay?" Once he was handed her items, he smiled wide at what she'd chosen, a little baby bottle? He couldn't help picturing himself holding her on his lap and feeding her with the bottle, but quickly shook the idea from his head and frowned at himself for thinking that way, he paid for the items, well the ones that weren't hidden in his pockets, hid everything away in the bag, and turned back to Bonnie. "Time for home."

Once the pair got back, Eddie led Bonnie to his room, guiding her to sit down and taking the shoes off for her. "First, for my girl," The words caught her attention, his girl, " The plates and bottle you picked out..." She snatched them up trying to hide them shyly making him chuckle and grab her hand "No need for that, I already saw them anyway sweetheart." He tucked some of her hair out of the way just admiring her face for a moment before digging through the bag, the first item he pulled out was a soft teddy bear making her gasp and go to grab it, but hesitating and looking at him for approval. "Go on, its yours." He could see the fear in her face, the long term affects of her abuse. "Good girl..." He praises gently when she takes it. The next items from the bag consisted of a few other stuffed animals, leaving her in a pile of them, followed by many different cute clothes half were bright baby pastels, and the other were black and grey "In case you wanted to look like yours truly." He'd explained, there were shirts with cute decals printed on them, like little flowers or bees, one had stars and clouds. he then pulled out a dress, it was a skater dress with a pink floral design. And last but not least, he pulled out a few more items, a 2 pack of pacifiers, "I'd be careful with these they might hurt your teeth." She blushed brightly at the sight of them, he also pulled out a little rattle toy, a teether toy, a bottle of his own as well as a bunch of food and candy and applesauce. Something about her too him, he didn't know what it was, he wanted to baby her, and he had a feeling she'd want that. "Let's get you into your own clothes now, m'kay?" She nods softly "Want my help?" she nods again, allowing him to carefully remove his clothing from her, replacing it with an oversized blue carebears shirt, and some soft shorts, though the shirt was was large enough to cover them completely anyway. "Now, your hair, can I tie it up for you sweetie? Wanna see that pretty face of yours." Bonnie was busy staring down at her clothing, she felt adorable in the oversized, lightly coloured clothing and eddies mismatched comfy socks, her long hair covering her face before she squealed and hugged him tightly catching him off guard and nearly making him topple over, "Awww I'm glad you like it honey, now." He put a few pillows on the floor and sat on his bed, "sit, back t'me princess." She did as he said and sat between his legs, shyly playing with his pant legs and hugging one of her new stuffed animals close. Eddie had braided his own hair before, but this was someone else and much longer, he'd give it his best go. Once her hair was done, he grins at her, "There's the gorgeous princess, now, sit tight, I need to go speak with my uncle." He takes the plate from the set and the sippy cup before leaving BB alone in his room, finding Wayne watching TV. "There he is, my favourite uncle, anything I can get you? A beer, a sandwi-" "What do you want? Is it about the girl?" "What? Pfft, no! Such accusations, I'm deeply offended." "So what is it?" "... Okay yeah it's about BB, can she stay here?" He put his hands in the 'please' position. "Eddie-" "Did you not see her face? She doesn't have somewhere safe to go. Please Wayne." That hit his soft spot, Wayne glared at the boy who occupied his trailer for a similar reason, remembering a young teen Eddie sniffling up at him, black eye and a trash bag full of his stuff. "Fine... Just, remember what I said earlier." His face went red, head rolling back as he groaned. "Jesus Wayne! It's not like that." Eddie shook the embarrassment off, breathing a sigh before going back to his room, watching her for a moment in silence. "Hey Bon?" To Be Continued, Part 3

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