#but now thats gone. but the thought remains.

[moodr1ng]

heres the real truth i never wanna admit to anyone ok: the real reason im so afraid all the time is i know i will never ever manage to hold down a normal job. i know im too disabled for it. and i dont want to. and i want to stay like this forever. i dont want more. i want to remain in this apartment and get my disability checks and do a little art and a little writing and have time to hang out with friends. i want that for the rest of my life. if that was ok then i would be ok. but i can never admit that because if i say that then i will be taken off disability and labelled a faker. because everyone thinks i can get better or its not that bad. even my doctor. but it is that bad. im never getting out of this, im never going to be functional like other people are. every time im good enough to have a job, i will have another depressive episodes for months or a year and everything will fall apart. its hardwired in me. if i could just be on disability for the rest of my life then id be fine. i would just live my life like i do now and i dont need more than what i have now. but im not allowed to want that. im supposed to want to "get better" and "be healed", even though its not possible, and im supposed to want to get off disability and have a "normal life". but i know i cant have that. so i just want to be on disability for the rest of my life and be allowed to glean what little happiness i can still get from the sort of life ive been handed. but im not allowed to want that. if i was honest and said this to my doctor he would never renew my disability benefits bc hed think i was faking it. so im always scared and always ashamed. so there it is.

[its-cartooncrazy]

Either shrike is a reverse werewolf (reversed by polaris, turns human at the full moon) or shrike was split into human and wolf by davys sword

[wileys-russo]

Okay so I've got a little scenario for Freasa. Maybe when she was little Alexia always let her colour in her tattoos. So one morning after Jenni stayed over at Alexias, fresa takes her pens to Alexias room to colour in her tattoos (its like 6 am or smthing) and finds Jenni sleeping there. So instead starts colouring Jennis tattoos because shes got even more.

part of the fresa universe colouring book II a.putellas

from a very young age you knew that you often woke up a lot earlier than you were supposed to. you knew that you were supposed to lay back down, close your eyes, cuddle with red and try and go back to sleep.

you knew if you couldn't hear cars zooming past, people chattering or birds chirping then it was too early for girls like you to be awake. or at least thats what your mami had always told you, and never wanting to upset her you had done your best to listen.

but this morning nothing was working, you were wide awake and your body was far too full of energy to rest, limbs near vibrating as if you could shoot lightning bolts from your finger.

so you entertained yourself in your room for awhile, trying to be as quiet as you could as you made engine noises with your mouth and raced your collection of matchbox cars around the track made of cardboard alexia and alba had crafted for you one rainy afternoon when they grew tired of you using their arms and legs as makeshift roads.

but you eventually grew bored of that too, laying on your back on the floor as you counted the stars stuck to your roof, red cuddled into your side as you used her arm to point out each constellation, chattering away to her as if she could understand.

then that grew tiresome as well and you rummaged through your toys, huffing and sitting on the floor with a scowl, falling quiet and straining your ears for any sign of life throughout the house.

sometimes your mami or alexia would be up early, trying to be as quiet as can be as to not wake you, wanting a few moments of peace in the tranquil morning to make a coffee and watch the sunrise without you zooming around.

this morning though you had no such luck, opening your door and poking your head out seeing the house was still dark. the living room curtains still drawn and no one to be seen or found, all the other doors firmly closed as your eyes scanned the hallway.

closing your door again you stood up on your bed, peering out your window on tip toes as your nose pressed to the glass. you perked up seeing a small group of women run past and a car reverse out of your neighbours driveway.

that meant it was early, but you knew that it was late enough your cartoons would probably be on.

your neighbor worked weekends and every sunday she would leave your mami was normally already up making breakfast, and you were camped out in the living room watching your shows.

so you didn't know why your mami wasn't up yet, but now you knew it wasn't too early for you to be up your steps were less calculated and you made less of an effort to be quiet as you opened your door again, red firmly in hand as you made your way to the living room.

your first move was to open the curtains, grabbing them in hand and running as you yanked them open and the once dark room flooded with light causing you to nod happily at your efforts.

the next step was to locate the remote so you could turn the tv on, though you scowled seeing it was up on the counter and out of reach, alexia or alba probably the last ones to have gone to bed last night and left it there.

your hands on hips you glared up at the remote as if that would help, alas you did not have any super powers and it remained unmoved. so with a huff you were back to square one, dragging your feet back to your room and sitting in the middle of the floor.

you thought about going to wake up your mami, but both of your sisters had warned time and time again that it wasn't good manners to do so as your mami worked hard and deserved to sleep in when she wanted to.

you spent a further five minutes wandering around your room trying to find something to keep yourself occupied, then finally when you spotted it your eyes lit up, gathering what you needed as the cogs in your head turned to formulate a plan.

she might not normally sleep in however when she did alexia was a deep sleeper, especially when she'd fall asleep on the sofa watching a movie, normally after a day of double training.

you'd first picked up the habit when you'd watched alba draw on alexia's face one night when she'd passed out cold during a movie, your eldest sister not even stirring somehow as alba had gratified all over her.

it was needless to say though alba gained something else on her face later that night when alexia had woken up, a whopping black eye which had gone bright purple and yellow as it healed much to your fascination.

but still it had meant that the next time your sister had been tired enough to let her guard down and fall asleep on the sofa you'd been the one to draw, though not on her face instead rather on her arms.

alexia had woken much faster this time, causing you to cry out in annoyance as she'd pushed you away from her assuming you were simply copying alba, a fierce warning glare sent in your direction.

"ale you ruined my picture!" you accused her with a scowl, plodding yourself back down closer to her and grabbing her hand, settling her arm back down in your lap as alexia frowned and looked a little closer.

her face softened seeing no malice in your actions, rather just using her arm as a makeshift colouring book you'd already scribbled in the tattoo on her upper bicep, now going freehand on her forearm instead.

"lo siento hermanita. it is a very nice eh...egg?" alexia guessed with a wince at the blob you were poking at with your markers. "no! its the sun." you replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, alexia cringing at the thought of how long it was going to take her to wash this off later.

"of course it is fresa, muy bonito." she ruffled your hair with her free hand as you gave her a happy grin. "you look tired ale, go back to sleep." you patted her fondly on the knee making your sister smile and shake her head.

"promise me something?" you paused your colouring, waiting expectantly for her to continue. "when alba gets home, if she tries to join you colouring while i am asleep, poke her in the eye with one of these hermana." your sister held up a marker and gave you a serious look as you giggled.

you quickly agreed as her fingers poked at your sides tickling you, swatting them away as alexia shifted to get more comfortable, picking you up and swinging her legs to lay down, dropping you down on top of her and pulling her hood over her head, adjusting the pillow beneath it.

"can i draw on your leg?" you asked, already uncapping a new marker as alexia hummed, eyes closing as you busied yourself now drawing on your new canvas, your sister having no troubles falling right back to sleep despite it.

so with that in mind you grabbed your markers, arms full with as many colors as you could hold and practically running down the hall where your eldest sisters room lay at the end.

the first hurdle came when her door was closed, causing you to have to drop all of your markers with an annoyed grunt, reaching up to open her door and pushing it open.

the next hurdle came when you noticed a distinct lack of anybody in the room, your sisters bed empty which only confused you given she was home when you'd gone to sleep last night, and she hadn't been alone either.

you jumped as a hand landed on your head, tilting it back as you looked up and met jenni's smile, the girl returning from the bathroom.

"why are you up so early hm fresa? it is a sunday." the striker chuckled. "i can't sleep, its so boring!" you groaned, sagging against her leg causing her smile to grow.

"is it now?" jenni hummed, her fingers threading through your hair and scratching at your scalp as your eyes started to close. "hey!" you realised what she was doing as you ducked away, glaring up at the much taller girl.

"where's ale?" you asked your sisters girlfriend. "she also could not sleep so she went for a run. you really are a mini alexia huh?" jenni teased, leaning down to scoop you up but frowning as you darted out of reach.

"está todo bien chiqui? did you have a bad dream?" jenni's features softened realising it wasn't her you'd come in here searching for. "no. but when ale is asleep sometimes she lets me draw on her." you explained, hurrying to grab your markers as jenni watched on still squatted down.

"jenni you have lots of drawings already, way more than ale! can i colour them?" you asked hopefully, jenni taking a handful of markers for you seeing you were struggling and making a mental note to buy you some sort of pencil case before she came over next.

"por supuesto!" you giggled as the girl grabbed you and stood, tossing you over her shoulder as you gripped your markers tight as to not drop them.

"but not in here, if you get marker on your hermanas white sheets she might kill you." jenni tutted, a squeal leaving your lips as she tickled your foot and carried you out of the room, a cautious glance to eli's room had her gently shushing you realising the older woman was still asleep.

"alba always says she's gonna kill me, mami said its uh..." you frowned trying to remember the words as jenni dropped you onto the couch. "empty threat!" you perked up in memory causing jenni to laugh as she moved to push the living room door closed.

the two of you got settled and comfortable, your cartoons playing and markers all laid out in colour coded order where you could reach as jenni had rolled up one sleeve of her shirt to allow you full access to her tattoo littered arm.

"what does this one mean?" you asked for about the tenth time, jenni near drifting off over and over but jolted back awake at your repeated questioning. "i thought it was cool." the spaniard shrugged as you poked at the bright yellow smiley face tattoo on her upper bicep.

"you said that already!" you weren't happy with her answer having heard it several times before. "qué? do you want me to lie?" jenni teased pushing at your forehead with a grin.

"no. but mami says that special drawings gotta have meaning, thats why i can't get any cause i'm not old enough to have meaning." you explained, the tip of the marker scratching against jenni's skin as she chuckled.

"you cannot get any pequeña because it is illegal to get a tattoo at six." jenni grinned as you readied yourself to remind her you were almost seven in a few months time.

though before you could keys could be heard jingling in the front door and it opened, alexia stepping inside as your head popped up over the back of the couch as your sisters eyebrows raised up in surprise. though spotting jenni and the markers all over the coffee table alexia chuckled.

"i thought we talked about not waking people up fresita!" your sister tutted, wrapping her earphones around her phone and placing it down on the counter as she sat down at the dining room table to unlace her shoes.

"i didn't promise! jenni was awake...sort of." you defended as jenni winked at her girlfriend who rolled her eyes fondly and made her way over. her hand came to cover your face as she leaned down to kiss her girlfriend good morning.

"i know you're kissing!" you huffed, words muffled against her hand and jenni's laugh ringing out at them as you tried to pry your sisters hand away from your face.

"kissing is gross!" you continued hearing them kiss again before jenni got up to go to the bathroom and you felt the couch move as her weight beside your disappeared.

"oh no fres." alexia gasped finally letting you go as you frowned. "my legs...they're not working!" alexia continued as you scrambled to try and run away but it was too late as your older sisters body collapsed down on top of you.

"get off!" you grunted, legs stretched out and pressing against her back trying to hold her off but it was no use as she was much bigger than you. "ale!" you whined, fists hitting at her back as she sighed and stretched out, squishing you against the couch and her body.

"you're sweaty and smelly and gross!" you protested, face screwed up in disgust as your sister gasped again. "tan grosero hermanita." alexia tutted with a shake of her head, pinching your cheeks and cooing at your efforts to throw her off with a grin.

"mami!" you suddenly screamed at the top of your lungs, alexia hurrying to cover your mouth but it was too late as a few seconds later the living room door opened and eli shuffled out, clad in slippers and a robe.

"alexia get off your sister por favor." the woman sighed with a shake of her head, making a beeline toward the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. "mami she's fine! we're just hugging." alexia grinned at the older woman who hummed and shook her head.

"oh no no no." your sister sat up and grabbed you as you tried to run, wrapping your arms around your torso and squishing you into a very sweaty bear hug given she'd just ran six miles.

"te quiero pequeña!" your sister sloppily kissed your cheek as your teeth snapped at her causing her to snicker at your habit of trying to bite people, something which had gotten you into trouble many times when you were younger.

"hey say it back!" alexia frowned now as you shook your head firmly, still squirming and kicking trying to break out of her hold as jenni returned. "jenni!" you yelled out for help, the girl only sending you an amused smile and joining eli in the kitchen.

"say that you love me!" alexia demanded again, not used to you not saying it back right away as you continued to fight against her. "alba!" you tried again as your other older sister awoke, much earlier than usual but drawn by the smell of coffee as she appeared.

though the girl still half asleep your cries for help were again ignored, but with alexia's attention captured momentarily by a question from eli about her game later this afternoon you took advantage, teeth sinking into her hand.

"hijo de puta!" your older sister swore letting you go to nurse her injury as you jumped down and raced away, alexia mumbling things under her breath as alba snickered and took a seat at the counter.

"ale said a bad word." you reported to eli who smiled and smoothed your hair out of your face. "you bit me!" your sister yelled out from the living room as you smiled innocently, hugging eli's leg whose eyes rolled fondly.

"such a baby." alexia grumbled, hand pulling at your hair and foot kicking at you as she grabbed a cup of coffee and moved around to sit by alba on the counter. "am not!" you piped back, eli shushing your argument.

"i want coffee." you shook your head as jenni offered the usual glass of juice you'd drink of a morning, eli lifting you up to sit on the counter as you pulled a face at both your sisters.

jenni gave a questioning look to eli who gave a small nod, jenni offering you her own coffee as your sisters watched on curiously when you took a cautious sip.

your face was calm for a second before it scrunched up at the awful bitter taste and you started to cough and shake your head, eli gently patting your back and jenni hastily handing you the cup of juice which you prompty chugged.

"ay dios fresa." alexia sighed, hand coming to wipe away the juice which missed your mouth and dribbled down your chin which was then wiped on alba's shoulder who scoffed and shoved her in disgust.

"did you like the coffee chiqui?" jenni teased as you firmly shook your head. "yuck!" you pulled a face and sculled the rest of your juice.

"what is this one hermana? a...turtle?" alexia guessed, now standing next to her girlfriend and inspecting your colouring job which had moved to you drawing on some tattoos of your own on jenni's bare wrist.

"no it's a strawberry!"

[thehusbandoden]

He Doesn't Realize How Much he Needs You Until You're Gone Part One- Dabi

A/n: 100th writing I've posted :3

I hope you like it haha.

General info:

Genre: pure angst \\ wc: 2,425 \\ female reader \\ posted: 06/06/24

Warnings!: arguing, neglect, pure angst, crying, yelling, screaming, hurt, feeling betrayed, injuries (reader gets burned- not by Dabi), pushing your partner away (both parties), feeling worthless, feelings being discarded, mention of therapy, thoughts of leaving, thoughts of death, fear of a loved one dying, numbing your emotions, Dabi raging (burning things), leaving, partner being very tsundere, mention of blood (Dabi's tears), regret, guilt, becoming a husk, I think that's all haha. Pls lmk if I miss anything! <33

I will post two endings, one with angst and one with fluff. Lmk if you want to be tagged!

Tears roll down your cheeks as you spam Dabi with texts. You had just gotten into an argument with your beloved when he stormed out, cursing you out.

"Please." You quietly plead, your voice broken with sobs. "Don't leave me."

All of your texts remain unread. All your calls declined. You were having a panic attack by now, yet nothing seemed to get the villain's attention.

Just as you're about to completely lose it, you hear footsteps. Your freeze, listening with an indescribable intensity. The window opens. Your eyes dart to the activity.

Familiar black combat boots peek through the gap, falling to the floor. Your eyes travel up the familiar torn jeans, the worn out t-shirt, the burned neck, the crooked frown, and finally to the comforting turquoise eyes.

You let out a sob of relief as you see your Dabi standing in front of you. He looks down at you, grimacing.

"What happened to you?" He scoffed.

"I-I was worried." Your voice was hoarse and broken from your sobs.

"Worried?" He grunts. "You're more idiotic than I thought." He groans, grabbing the sandwich you made before the argument.

"I-I thought you were leaving me."

"I'm not gonna leave ya. No matter how annoying you are." He scoffs.

Annoying....

Your mind repeats the word several times, your face stiffening as you numb your emotions.

"Sorry..." you mumble.

"Don't start that pouty crap." He scoffs, shooting you a glare. "I'm tired of you being such a bother. I have so much to deal with. Your pathetic emotions isn't on my list."

You quietly fold your arms, moving to the couch. You watch Dabi silently, taking deep breaths to contain your emotions.

"I'm leaving for a mission tonight. I'll be back before next week."

His voice was less harsh, but nowhere near as warm as usual.

"O-okay.." you mumble, fidgeting with your sleeves. He rolls his eyes with a scoff, stomping into your shared bedroom.

~~

"I'm leaving now, brat."

You scramble to your feet, swiftly moving to his side. You lean up, hoping for a kiss as you ever so slightly pucker your lips.

You know your husband. He will notice... won't he?

His cold eyes move down to your lips. He grunts, turning around and leaving. "See ya later, brat. Don't be pouting when I get home, you hear?" He mutters, hauling himself through the window.

He always came in and out through the back window... it would be bad if your neighbors caught a highly wanted villain in your apartment.. hence the sneaking.

You've lived together for over a year now, you've moved four times now.

"Wait-" you call out, reaching out to your husband. His cold gaze burns into you.

"Um- a-aren't you going to... going to.."

"Spit it out, woman."

"Aren't you going to.. kiss me?" You blush. Dabi scoffs.

"Don't expect needles privileges after your attitude yesterday."

"Attitude?! Do you mean our argument?" You protest.

"Here it goes again." He groans. "You're always complaining and refusing to take accountability."

"Thats nonsense." You clench your fists, trying to suppress your emotions. Tears burned your eyes, but you refused to let them shed.

"What's nonsense is your attitude. You can't even keep me around now can ya? Your attitude always drives me off! I wonder why I ever married you in the first place. You give me attitude and then act like I'm the victim. Pathetic."

Tears well in your eyes. You bite your lip. "I won't ask for anymore from you." You whisper.

"Good. Keep it that way." He lands outside, shrugging his shoulder before walking off with an nonchalant attitude.

You close the window, leaning against the wall as you try to slow down your breathing. Tears fall down your cheeks as you curl in a ball, feeling hurt, angry, betrayed, and worthless.

The days pass by as you wait for Dabi to return. You didn't hear from him, and he was gone far longer than he said he would be. Every text was left unread, every call ignored, every voice-mail left un-listened to.

Eventually, you stopped trying. You got a therapist, and ended up deciding on what was best for you. When he comes home, if he doesn't treat you better, if he doesn't even listen or try to change, its better for you to leave. Even if it was just for a little bit.

Days turn into weeks, and weeks blur into months. Many nights you lay awake, doubting yourself. Doubting your worth.

It killed you inside. Your self esteem plummeted. You stopped going to therapy. All you wanted was your husband. Your husband's love, his validation, his touch, his mere presence.

Curled in a ball, you stared at the wall with a blank expression. Horrid scenarios went through your head as you imagine your poor husband alone, injured, and dying.

Tears blur your vision as you imagine him already dead, his loving soul leaving this world without even telling you goodbye. You hadn't even gotten a kiss. Or an I love you.

The tears don't stop. And they didn't as the hours slowly pass by. You felt like ripping your hair out, screaming, hitting, throwing things- anything to get your mind off of your husband's doomed death.

The window opens. Your eyes dart towards the unlocked glass pane. Combat boots pokes through. You gasp in relief.

A worn, exhausted, injured, and in pain figure follows the boots. Revealing your beloved, Dabi. You let out a small sob, launching yourself at him.

You close your eyes in relief as you feel his warm chest, the familiar staples bringing you comfort. As you move to open your eyes you feel a hand to your shoulder, your backside hitting the floor.

You look up in shock, Dabi looking down at you in disgust.

"I thought you said you wouldn't ask anymore from me." He scoffed. You grab your arm, holding it to your chest.

"I-" you start.

"I really don't want to hear it. Just let me rest." He groans. You slowly lift yourself off of the floor, silently moving into your shared bedroom.

You curl in a ball, hiding under the sheets. You hear him walking around outside of the room, silently listening. Tears blur your vision once more. You cover your mouth, tightly closing your eyes.

You shake with sobs, doing your very best to stay quiet. You can't help but feel worthless. Tears stream down your cheeks as you listen to your husband's familiar footsteps, glad he's safe at the minimum...

Hours pass by as you cry yourself to sleep, your stray tears staining your cheeks.

~~

Dabi's POV

Dabi strolls into your shared bedroom. "Oi, make me a sandwich will ya?" He grunts. Yiu don't move, irritating him.

He moves to your side, snatching the blanket. "I said-" he stops as he sees you asleep, tears stained on your cheeks. A strange pain dtabs at his chest. Shaking it off, he drops the blanket.

Staring at you, he gently cups your cheek, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. He pulls away, caressing your cheek. "I've missed you. Even though you're a pain." He whispers before pulling away.

~~

Your POV

The next morning

You blink open your eyes, rubbing at the lingering sleepiness. Yawning, your eyes lazily run over the room. The curtains were hiding the small bedroom from sunlight, the entire room encompassed in darkness.

Sitting up, you rub your puffy eyes once more. Dabi was no where near sight. Sighing, you absent-mindedly trace the bruise on your arm where you fell.

Your heart aches as you remember your therapist's words. This isn't healthy. It needs to stop...

The door opens, revealing Dabi. "Finally awake, sleepy head?" His voice wasn't the cold growl like last night, but it was no where near gentle.

You nod, timidly. Afraid of upsetting him once more.

"I'm starving. Want to make breakfas..?" This was his way of asking you to. If you agreed, there would be no thank you, for you "wanted" to.

If you said no, he would be irritated for a while. He won't cook, no matter how many times you beg him to while you're away, so he will oftenly go without eating if you're unavailable or refuse to cook.

Biting your lip, you nod. He gives you a short grimace, something similar to a small smile before walking out. Standing up, you yawn, stretching your arms. Your eyes ache from all the crying, but you push that to the back of your mind.

You walk out to the kitchen, beginning to cook. You feel Dabi's eyes on you, but you don't pay much attention. You were guarded, unsure why he's acting so differently this morning. Cautious of unleashing the monster once more.

"Dabi?" You murmur. He grunts in response.

"I talked to a therapist when you were on your mission..."

"A therapist? What for? Did you leak my identity?!" He snaps.

"No, I didn't. I was really struggling for a while and needed someone to help me."

"So you relied on a stranger?!"

"You wouldn't answer. I called, texted, I left voice-mails."

"Oh so you think that your crappy attempt to get my attention justifies getting help from a stranger!? Was he a guy?! Were you sleeping with him?!"

"What?! No! I would never!"

"Then what were you doing with them?!"

"I was getting help for my mental state, Dabi!"

"Oh poor baby, you think being lonely justifies that?!"

"You're being unreasonable. Dabi she told me it was best for me to leave you if you keep treating me like this. I'm telling you this so you can wake up and change. This isn't okay." You snap, taking a deep breath to calm yourself.

"Leave me?!" He laughs. "You wouldn't. You can't live without me."

"You've been making me live without you for months, Dabi. You don't tell me you love me, you don't show me affection, I'm lucky just to have you not yell at me!"

"You're being dramatic." He spits. "You're a spoiled brat. I've been working my arse off for you and you're this ungrateful."

"You've been working for revenge! It's not for me, it never was! I have my own job that pays for all or our bills Dabi!"

"You're listening to a stranger's advice and plan on leaving me?!"

"Only if you don't change Dabi!"

"You knew what you were getting into when you married me, y/n. Stop playing the victim."

"You didn't treat me like this when we first married."

"Keep telling yourself that." He spits, putting his jacket on.

"Where are you going?!" You cry, the food far from recovery, you hazardously shove the pan into the sink, burning your hand. You cry out in pain.

"Y/n!" Dabi yells, hurrying your side. He aggressively graps your hand, making you cry out once more. "Idiot! Why did you hurt yourself like that?!"

"Just leave me alone!" You try to yank your hand away but Dabi yanks it back.

"Stay still!"

"Let me go Dabi!"

"Y/n just sit still!!"

You push him back, protectively pressing your injured hand to your chest. "I said to let me go!"

Dabi's face scrunches up as he looks down at you. After a few silent moments he turns away. "I'm over you and your dramatic act." He mumbled.

Walking to the door, he pulls his combat boots on. "Don't leave!" You cry, coddling your burning hand.

He ignores you, moving to the window. "Dabi! If you leave without us finishing this I'm leaving."

"Go for it. I don't need you. I never did." He sneered.

Your heart throbbed as your beloved husband jumped through the open window, not looking back. Falling to your knees you break into sobs.

You cry over the absence of your beloved, you cry over the pain, and you cry over the dreaded feeling of being completely alone.

You don't stop for hours. It goes on and on until your completely out of tears, numb to the feeling of utter loss. Your hand aches. Your eyes aches. Your heart aches.

It all just- hurts.

You slowly drift to sleep, the cold kitchen floor being the only thing that grounds you from the pain of betrayal.

~~

Dabi's POV

Three days later.

Dropping from the window Dabi nonchalantly glances around the room. It seemed unusually cold an empty. Paying it no mind, Dabi hazardly tossed his jacket and boots towards the front door.

"Y/n, I'm home." He calls, running his hands through his greasy hair, his roots were growing out. Rolling his eyes, he opens the fridge. It was... empty.

"Y/n!" He calls once more, huffing in annoyance. "I get home and can't even eat?!"

No response. "For Pete's sake you petty brat! Get out here!"

Silence.

Anger fills his being before he remembers your words before he left. A strange pain shoots through him, his eyes widen as he runs into your shared bedroom. Everything of yours was... gone.

His heart quickens as he searches the entire house for you. Nothing. Not even a trace. His breathing quickens as he pulls at his hair. Taking a shuddering breathe, he shakes his head.

"You'll regret this y/n... you'll be back and I'll laugh in your face!" He chuckles, losing a bit of his sanity. "I DON'T NEED YOU! YOU'LL SEE!" He screams, activating his quirk as he knocks over a chair. He let's out a scream, lighting anything and everything in sight on fire.

Months pass by. Dabi has turned into a shell, simply surviving. Work, sleep, work, sleep, work... a "good" day is when he remembers to eat or drink. A shower or change of clothes is out of mind.

Walking through the streets, he walks inside the charred apartment. Stepping inside, he closes the door. He doesn't care about his identity anymore, or anything really.

His turquoise eyes scan the apartment, his eyes landing on a photo of you and him. His heart strangely aches once more. "Y/n..." he murmured, his fists clenching.

Falling to his knees, he lets out a broken sob. His eyes burn, tears would be running if they could. Blood drips from his charred tear ducts. He falls to the floor face first, nothing but his beloved wife on his mind.

How could he be so stupid?! How could he be so utterly retarted?! He lost the one thing in this world that actually loved him. Grasping his phone, he dials your number.

Please. Please pick up... please... I need you...

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Part two (coming soon) | alt. ending (coming soon) lmk if you want to be tagged!! <33

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[revelboo]

Maybe some optimus, metroplex, or tfp ratchet pretty please🙏 I have no special reason bc you always make sure we're fed regularly I'm just addicted to them💅 *looping around your legs like a cat and you're holding the treat bag*

Also I am floored over some(all tbh) of the other characters recent chapters and just how many different paths all these stories are on and how well they all flow like do you somehow have extra storage space in your brain??? Where can I get the update installed for myself😂how the hell are you sorting all these bc you may pump them out fast but thats still like a lot of things to track😅 plz tell me you have a comically large brick of sticky notes you're slowly going through bc otherwise real talk if youre just rawdogging this all by memory plz ignore the request and give your brain a rest🙏we ly but plz make sure to take breaks with lots of snacks and sleep💗

Nah, I just keep track of them in my head. I’m weird like that 😅 I’m doing better now. First day I’ve woken up without a headache in two weeks

I Can Feel You Pt 11

Metroplex x Reader

• Rasping softly, brows creasing in frustration that he can’t speak. Still. Keeps his head turned toward where you’re sitting on a table with Ratchet’s tools as the medic works to repair the drone’s damaged systems. To give him a voice again. Something pulls, hurts and there’s a burst of staticky noise. “Little one,” he says, not his voice, but his words. And you stand, little fingers fisted in the blanket Ratchet has given you. “I think everything should be back online now, but take it easy. This drone’s been inactive for centuries,” Ratchet says. But he’s not listening, focused on you as he mass shifts the drone to your size, the energy strain slamming through him in drowning pain. Crippling him and severing the connection to the drone. Hearing Ratchet’s frustrated, “What did I just say?”

• Visor dimming, the drone sags. “Metroplex?” Looking from him to Ratchet when the medic vents tiredly. “Is he gone again?” Nodding, the medic slams down a tool a bit rougher than necessary. “Can I sit with him until he comes back? Please,” you add as he frowns at you.

• “Probably not a good idea. Any involuntary movement could hurt you even at that size,” he mutters so you content yourself with sitting on the edge of the table, legs dangling. “We should at least get some answers,” he grumbles. “No matter how much damage we repair, he’s rerouting energy somewhere and staying critically low.” Hesitating as he begins cleaning his tools, he looks at you, expression critical. “Hound told me you’d said the Titan was speaking to you.”

• Face heating at the memory that speaking isn’t all you’d done, you shrug weakly. “He was lonely. I started talking to him first.” Because you’d been lonely, too. Overlooked a lot of the time by the Autobots just because you’re so small, an after thought most of the time. Easily forgotten. But Metroplex had heard you, seen you. Reached out in return. Echoing your loneliness and halving it.

• Again. Frustrated as he retreats deeper into himself, knows he needs to build energy again. Be patient. But the drone is there with you. It’s mass displaced. These are steps forward, not stumbles. He just has to remain on course. You’re waiting for him. You’ll be right there. He needs to believe it, desperate to hold you in his arms even if they’re borrowed. To recharge with your heartbeat against him, to hear your soft voice and to be able to answer. Wants to hear about your day, your dreams, everything. And he’s getting closer to that goal. Closer to you.

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[hardbeingcasual]

better off — lottie matthews. . . fem reader

warnings. plane crash, blood, losing a limb, typical yj stuff, angst, first fic in like 10 months so dont judge plssss, not proof read

summary. before the crash lottie shut you out, the only time she spoke to you was for soccer, until… you get hurt in the crash and she starts to regret her actions.

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A few hours ago you were nervous for nationals, but now you were nervous for your own life.

You were perched up against a tree, Misty right in your face trying to convince you that you were going to be okay as you clutch your arm thats bleeding… badly.

But you didn’t believe her. Why would you believe Misty?

Your arm was soaked in blood, it was disgustingly unfixable.

You knew it had to be amputated, like Coach Ben’s leg moments ago. You suck in a deep breath, tears falling freely down your face as you look up to see that most of the team (the alive ones) were stood there looking at you sorrowfully.

Your eyes land on Lottie, and you don’t even fight the eye roll. Your eyes move to Misty, more tears falling down your cheeks from the pain you’re feeling.

“Do what you’ve got to do.” You tell her in utter defeat. You just wanted the wilderness to swallow you up whole right here. Misty nods at your words.

You scream so loud at the pain, your vocal cords straining as the pain in your arm increases as Misty begins to amputate your arm. The group can’t help but just watch as Misty hacks your arm off.

Lottie wanted to go over and hold your remaining hand but she was frozen. A frown on her face as she watches you squirm in pain.

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A few days had gone by, you still hadn’t been rescued, it was getting tougher and tougher to get used to having one arm.

You were currently sat on the grass away from everyone to get some peace just for a little bit, you liked to take breaks from the group, just sitting alone with your thoughts when the group got too much.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard a twig snap behind you, whipping your head around you were face to face with Lottie.

You ask, “What do you want?” In a not so kind tone, but the tone was honestly deserved.

Lottie shrugs like she was a deer in the headlights, “Thought you would’ve wanted some company.”

You scoff at her. “Didn’t think you were talking to me.” You honestly felt offended, now that you had no arm she wanted to speak to you? Whatever.

She sits next to you on the grass, picking up with a stick and starts poking it in the mud anxiously. “How is your arm?”

��Still gone.” You say bluntly to which she nods awkwardly.

“Sorry.” She mutters, still digging holes into the ground as she never held eye contact. Your lip trembles, from the pain of your arm but also your heart.

“Why did you stop talking to me? Why did you shut me out?” You questioned, swallowing the lump in your throat as she finally lifted her eyes from the ground to look at you.

“I was ashamed.” She confesses.

Your eyebrows raise “Of me?”

“No, of me. Of what I was feeling. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship—”

You cut her off. “But you already did that, by shutting me out and ignoring me, Lottie.” Her name felt like venom on your tongue.

“When you kissed me, my parents saw us,” Your face falls at that, Lottie continues, “They told me not to see you again, so I listened, because I was scared on what was going to happen and I’m sorry, okay?” A few tears slip down Lottie’s cheeks as she tells you, tears pool in your eyes also.

“I thought I did something wrong.” You frown at her, as she holds your hand.

“You could never.”

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requests are open !

[noctxj]

hanahaki disease “… in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings, or when the victim dies…”

part i / part ii / part iii / part iv

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warm.

too warm.

a scorching heat—

this isn’t what agent imagined being dead would be like, but they guess the fires of hell weren’t called fires for nothing. 

…

no, thats not it.

the engulfing warmth slowly cleared up the haze within agents mind, finally allowing them to properly assess their physical state. 

nothing broken… nothing torn… so far so good…

… throat remains sore though…

an instinctual habit they’d adopted during their early days, particularly after a gruelling contract gone sideways or a bumpy operation with the taskforce—

they’re here. they came.

agents’ mind screeching to a halt as all of a sudden the events of the last few (?) hours flashed behind their closed eyes.

the bloodied flowers.

painpainpain—

the doctor.

savemesavemesaveme—

their initially slow and aching climb to consciousness now shattered as their inner turmoil translates to abrupt stirring of their limbs. agents’ brows furrowing in discomfort; panic and fear steadily fuelling the turbulence of their memories and emotions clashing against one another.

scheduled to carve them out of agents body—

to heal them. make them better.

so that—johnsimonjohnnykyle—would never find out—

undeservingundeservingundeserving—

agent didn’t feel the comforting warmth shift beneath—around? them, too lost in the storm brewing within their mind. slender, tanned fingers anchoring itself firmly to the back of agents’ neck, as if to gently coax them to stay in the present little love.

a gentle huff exhaled through agents’ lips, as if their body instinctually understood that command, trying to respond with an exasperated I’m trying, to only which an even more exasperated tutsounding beside—in front? of them. only for a new snap of blurred images of the taskforce spill through agents’ mind; all of them surrounding agent as they vomited out bloody flowers. the cause of their absence, the reason why agent (desperately) distanced themselves from the taskforce. agents’ secret now literally spilt out in front of them—

nononono— 

theyknowtheyknowtheyknow—

pleasedoneleavemepleasedoneleavemeplease—!!

agents’ eyelids slowly blinked open, the effects of the anaesthetic still present in their system; but not impossible for their restless panic and fear to demand control of their body. a soft gasp escaping their lips as they (thankfully) register the dimmed lights of the seemingly familiar room—bedroom? yes, their private living quarters within the clinic (and for any subsequent visits, per the doctors words). the soft hues of browns and deep greens evoking a comforting ambiance. however, agent wasn’t able to appreciate this as their senses seemed to finally catch up to their distressed minds’ demands—

agent was lying on top of someone.

ah shit.

their cheek pressed against a solid chest covered in a soft cotton shirt. the stranger—

no. not a stranger. they smell—

like comfort (home). 

earthy. a tinge of sweetness.

a brilliant smile—

kyle. 

they were lying on top of kyle of all people.

this time agent feeling a different sense of panic— an embarrassed one; their cheeks heating up. agent now forcefully trying to pump their blood through their body faster. getting ready to bolt—

strong, rough fingers gently interlocked with one of agents’ squeezed as if being able to read their train of thought now now, none of that lass.

johnny.

agents’ vision sharpening in clarity after each blink, their eyes trailing from their interlocked fingers, up a strong arm and shoulder to electric blue eyes peering into agents’ own, from a seat besides the bed they were lying upon. a soft smile stretching across johnnys face as he placed a chaste kiss upon the back of agents’ hand.

whatthefu— 

“there’s our wee little bon’, had us scared for a bit there. but now we ‘ken finally see those beautiful eyes of yers!”

always a fucking flirt—

“johnny, behave”

a gravelly, tired voice sounded out from the back wall closest to the door.

positioned like a big, scary guard dog— 

simon.

of course, the human equivalent of a (double-layered) brick wall was always prepared. focused. agent redirecting their wide eyes to simons’ intimidating mass, only to meet dark whisky pools behind a plain black balaclava already boring onto agents. johnny only humming in response as he continued to lightly brush his lips back and forth over agents’ hand.

whatthehell—

“johnny”

“soap, stop being such a shit”

“oi ‘am not bein’ a shite—“

“of course the first thing our little love is subjected to upon waking up, is you lots’ clucking like hens” a deep, smooth voice intercepts the sergeants’ bickering. johnny immediately pursing his lips in defiance, with kyle cracking an awkward, sheepish smile at the captain. meanwhile simon seemed content to continue blending into the shadow of the wall.

john.

standing in the seemingly minuscule doorway with his burly arms crossed over his chest and a bushy eyebrow arched, unimpressed. his clear azure eyes flickering between johnny and kyle, as if daring them to bite back.

agent, now definitely wide awake, rips their hand from johnny’s and immediately moves away from kyle’s comforting warmth as if burned, their legs now dangling over the side of the bed, intent to stand before the captain in their already disgraceful state. only for a wave of queasiness to slam across their body.

moved to much too fast—

was agents’ fleeting thought as their upper body lazily swayed forward, the taskforce swarming to them. kyle gently grasping one shoulder, johnny planting both hands on agents’ waist, simon’s broad palm curling against their collarbone, and john gently cradling agents’ face between his rough, calloused hands.

“shhh, hey easy now. take deep breaths for me love”

john rumbled as he ducked his head down to keep eye contact with agents’ wide, frantic eyes. the close proximity, the gentleness, washing over agents’ skin in waves.

“c-captain--“

agent finally managed to warble out from between their stinging lips, johns gaze softening further as his thumbs swept gently across agents’ cheeks.

“—why are you here? why are you all here?”

john didn’t appear phased at all with the question, seemingly content to continue rubbing soothing motions across agents’ touch-starved cheeks. only for the uncomfortable (yet familiar) drag of something sharp at the base of their throat to slowly unwind.

no—

please—

notrightnow—

“tryin’ to find you ‘f course”

agent’s brows furrowed in disbelief, as they had informed him— the captain, of their absence—

“had somethin’ important to say. all of us had’ ta’ tell ya’ somethin’— it just couldn’t wait”

they had had enough of me—

the vicious thorns continuing a slow and continuously deepening drag against the walls of their throat.

a liability to the taskforce—

luscious plumes of soft flowers causing a suffocating sensation.

notenough—

“we love you”

john— the captain of taskforce 141’s voice seemed to bounce against the walls of the room. 

what—

“all of us love you, lass” johhny crooned gently. 

lieslieslies—

“we didn’t know it in the beginnin’— buncha’ muppets we all were”

simons’ rough voice interjected agents’ twisting thoughts, his gaze so so soft as they mapped the corners of their face in reverence.

how—

“didn’t know then, but we know now—“ kyle softly continued on from simons words.

they couldn’t be—

“— that all of our love belongs to you” he murmured against the back of agents’ neck, his soft lips and warm breath feeling so right—

“our little love” john murmured, moving even closer to rest his forehead against agents own, a shudder rolling through them, “ours to always love.”

agent felt something within them break.

they could finally breathe—

a desperate sob spilling out of agent as their tears dripped down onto johns hands still cradling their cheeks, grabbing onto his wrists as if to remove them from their mess, as if in apology, only for the captain to wipe away agents’ tears with a tenderness agent didn’t even know existed.

theylovemetheylovemetheyloveme—

“i—“ they hiccup, voice interrupted by their sniffles.

itsokayitsokayitsokay—

“i love you to”

imsafeimsafeimsafe—

“I love all of you”

im home—

agent squeaking out in surprise as john connects his nose with agents, half lidded eyes unwavering from agents’ own. johnny resting his head upon their thigh, a look of pure adoration shining in his sky blue eyes as they gaze upon agents’ sweet face. simon replacing his palm resting upon their collarbone with his cheek, tucking his nose against the crook of agents’ neck. and kyle fully resting his lips against the back of agents’ neck, softly inhaling their addictive scent. 

the agonising pain of the thorn and flowers gone from agents’ body. the cuts on their lips, both fresh and old disappearing as if they hadn’t haunted agent for weeks whenever they looked into the mirror. the suffocating struggle of breathing now absent from agents’ lungs and throat. everything appearing so much clearer, brighter—

and for the first time in their life, agent felt weightless, felt warm. 

and it was all because of them that

agent feels love.

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anddd we’ve made it to the end!! thanks to everyone whose read and enjoyed this story! ᡣ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶𐭩 ♡

this is my first completed fanfic series so feel free to leave feedback and comments, i'd love to hear your thoughts (o´〰`o)♡*✲ﾟ*｡

crossposted on ao3 (same username!) 

[biribaa]

first request ever bcs im so down bad for dw...

is there any way you could do astro x reader hcs / one shot where they sleep in the same bed? eergrhhffhj im so happy i found ur page!!! dw x reader writers are literally non existent,,, :((

Sweet dreams(Astro x reader)

Thats why im here DW fandom💥💥

TW/CW: none ig

Toons werent allowed to sleep until midnight, that was a strict rule that everyone was aware of, and one that the toon handlers took very seriously. Of course toons were innocent bqck in that time, but god knows what clumsiness they could commit.

Another strict rule, which annoyed you even more, was that Toons couldn't sleep together. To prevent mess as well.

The current situation in Garderview was bothering. No, no... "Bothering" is a weak word for all this. It is hell. To be take away from a comforting life in seconds leaved everyone, including you, too shocked to even process anything. Now you had to run and pray to find some machine that could save your life.

But deep down you had to admit the good parts of it, not that you would ever say "thank you" to Dandy. The stricts rules are gone, toon handlers as well... It leaded you to a idea.

Today, both you and Astro were just exploring the floors, in search of anything that was left untouched by twisteds, or even Dandy himself. With Astro, hide from twisteds wasn't that hard as you thought it would be, he always hided you behind him, warning with whispers about any nearer twisted. Even in danger, he was so careful.

"... I think my bedroom should be around here." Astro commented, unsure of his own words as his eyes searching around the area.

"Your bedroom?" You answer, in which Astro hums back as a affirmative.

Puzzled, Astro frowned during his search. Pieces of his remarkable memories coming back together. The wallpaper was familar, the floor as well, and as his eye followed these details, he came face to face to a door.

With little hesitation, the moon reached for the knob, and the moment a grasp was open, he reached his head to glance inside. A weird nostalgia coming to him.

When Astro opened the door completly, you could see what remained of his bedroom. Just from being behind him, you could see much of it remained the same, but the rest that wasn't untouched, was left in the ground, like small objects.

Astro paced to the inside, reaching for the switch. The lights flickered for a moment, but with a little patient, it standed still.

"Geez." He mumbled.

You walked to his side, a part of you worried about his reaction. "Well... It looks liveable."

Glacing to the side, you were caught by surprise when noticing Astro had a soft smile in his face.

"It does."

Relieve hit you. Your eyes followed Astro as he almost immediatly walked towards his bed. A chuckle coming from you, but deep down you couldn't really blame him for it.

His back hit the rounded bed, you could taste his satisfaction just from his expression, closed eyes and a small smile... This reaction was rare coming from him in those times, seeing all the struggles he and many others face.

You snapped back to reality, noticing Astro shyly reaching a arm from his coat, to your direction. It took you a few seconds to realize he was actually... Asking you to approach. Calm moments like those with Astro was rare nowadays, and even more back then. Even flurstered, you couldn't refuse the invitation.

With delicacy, you pace towards him, laying you body just by Astros side. For a second, your spine shiver, you forgot how cold Astros skin was, but you leaned to it quickly, resting your head by his chest and placing your hand over him.

Without both of you realizing, the doors was already locked, the blanket was covering you and Astro, and his second pair of arms were already revelead to wrap around your waist, bringing you closer to his cold skin. All you could do is rest over him.

Taking a quick peak from one of your eyes, you glance at Astros face. Eye closed, a soft smile set... its been a while since you saw him like this, specially with the current situation. Satisfied, you close your eyes, allowing yourself to finally rest in his grasp for once.

[lololololchips]

Kim Mingyu || in which love lingers…

synopsis: in which love lingers even after their relationship reaches its end. Mingyu discover that his enduring love and care for his ex will always remain, even if she has now found happiness in a new relationship…

genre: one shot smau, fake texts, fluff, angst, non!idol, lovers to strangers (?)

warnings: fem reader, cursing, mention of alcohol/being intoxicated

a/n: hiiiii i am very happy and excited to announce that this is my first collab!!! soooo allow me to introduce the amazing, talented, and great person that completed this smau @spamgyu !!!!! ces completely ruined me with her opinion on ex!mingyu to the point that it made me want to do an smau on the topic so here it is:)) the amazing writing portion that she did is towards the end so make sure not to skip over it and read it!!! also go show her support on all her great work, she’s gonna make u suffer and cry BUT HEY THATS OKAY🙈🙈 once again i’m truly so happy to have worked with ces so ENJOY WHAT WE PUT TOGETHER HEHE<333

Taking the final bite of his shave ice, Mingyu couldn't help but let out a pitiful chuckle as the cold treat made contact with his tongue - he had gone mad.

He had always wanted to visit the tropical island, looking forward to crossing off all the sights he had on his four year old list in his notes app.

Only difference was, it wasn't meant to just be him completing this list.

You were supposed to be there.

You were the one that had come up and done research for all the places he had paid a visit to.

From the small surf town up north to the local eateries, Mingyu couldn't quite find himself to enjoy the experience fully - knowing that there was something missing.

You.

It had been three years since the two of you had separated, both coming to terms with the end and moving on with your lives. It had been months since he had even thought of you - as a romantic partner, at least.

What was meant to be a birthday trip had turned to somewhat of a trip to tie up all the loose ends he never did seem to get to - nor was he aware had been undone.

This place was supposed to be for you two.

Mingyu knew it was stupid; relating every activity he had been doing back to you instead of fully enjoying the trip.

He was supposed to have moved on; and he has!

But why did his stomach feel like it was constantly sinking? Why did his heart feel as empty as it did the first day he had experienced a life without you?

With each picture he snapped, he found himself mumbling how much you would have loved the place.

It was everything you two had dreamed of, maybe even more.

You always did like the ocean - remembering the first time the two of you had spent at the beach together.

He could remember the smile on your face that day, almost as if it was just a week ago.

He could remember the sweet smell of coconut shampoo that lingered in your hair, wafting into his nose as the wind blew.

He could remember the sunkissed glow on your cheeks as the sun beat down on the two of you.

Would it have been the same if you had made it to the Hawaii trip with him?

Would you still have been using the same shampoo?

Would you still allow him to playfully drag you into the water - pretending as if you didn't want to wet your hair in the cold ocean water?

Probably not.

Time has passed, there was no way you were the same person - just as he wasn't that same foolish boy that he was when he was wrapped around your fingers.

You were most likely using a different shampoo now.

And you probably would have jumped into the ocean first.

He wanted to text you; send you all the images he took, update you that Matsumoto Shave Ice was as delicious as you imagined it be, tell you all about what he had been up to.

You probably wouldn't even care - at least, not like you did before.

You would simply reply casually, just like your other mutual friends.

Letting out a sigh, Mingyu tossed out the now empty cup - shaking his head to try and shake away the thoughts of you.

"I'm a fucking idiot." He scoffed, rereading the word vomit that he had spilled to you just a few minutes ago over text.

You two had been cordial, friends even - and now, that could possibly go down the drain.

All because of this stupid thing called nostalgia.

He had allowed for the emotional tie that the island had to overpower his coherent thoughts - typing all that he had felt the duration of his trip into the messaging app.

Mingyu knew he had to get it out, he had to let you know - he felt as though his chest would burst if he didn't. He had done so well holding back for the past few days, simply talking to you in his head.

But he heard it, someone had played the song the two of you had jokingly dedicated to each other after the break-up - and almost as if his younger self had possessed his body, he opened the messaging app and went on to spill all that his brain had been bothering him with.

His younger self missed you; gravely.

But not the you that was now, no - he didn't know who she is.

She is a stranger.

She may look familiar, having the same features that had once had him so weak in the knees - but she no longer felt like the home he once resided in.

He no longer knew the address to this home, nor does he think it has it's light on for him anymore.

Even if his kept the porch light on; just in case you needed to seek shelter in the darkest of nights.

It will always be on.

[chloe-skywalker]

Grown Up - Poe Dameron

Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 989

Summary: Han come’s back to find out his daughter is more of an adult than he thought.

Authors Note: I found this half written dialog under my bed on a scrap of paper and it had the original prompt for my story ( “oh kriff no!” - Han Solo ) and I realized after I wrote this that it felt familiar and thats because I already wrote it lol. So I changed it up some, gave it a new name, summary and ending.

Masterlist

STAR WARS Masterlist

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“General. You wanted to see us.” Poe said as him and Y/n entered the bridge holding hands.

“Yes.” Leia turned to face them with a smile. “We have some guests landing in a few hours and I’d like the two of you to greet them.”

“No problem.” Poe nodded, it sounded easy enough.

“Who are they mom?” Y/n asked wondering if they needed to impress the people coming or not.

“You’ll see.” Leia smiled secretly, she knew exactly who was coming and she wanted to keep it a surprise to her daughter.

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Later that day Poe and Y/n were heading to the hanger to greet their secret guests. Who must’ve gotten there early but the most shock of seeing their ship was which ship it ended up being.

“Daddy! Chewie!” Y/n yelled out in shock and excitement. She hadn’t seen them in years.

Chewiw roared out as he ran down the ramp and over to Y/n. Picking Y/n up tightly hugging her and he spun her in the air.

“Hey Fuzzball, let me hug my daughter will ya?” Han said from behind them.

“Hi Daddy.” Y/n laughed as Chewie put her down.

“Hey baby girl.” Han hugged her.

“How’ve you been?” Y/n asked once they pulled apart.

“Good. Good- you?” he nodded.

“Great.” Y/n smiled and looked back at Poe before introducing the two. “Oh dad, this is Poe Dameron.”

“Honor to meet you sir.” Poe stepped forward holding out his hand for a handshake.

“Liewise kid. We’ve heard of your reputation.” Han shook his hand after staring at him and his hand for a moment.

“Mom’s waiting for you in the command room.” Y/n spoke up sensing a tension building from her father.

“Roarrrr, Roaaar, Roooar.” Chewie pulled Y/n back into a hug.

Y/n laughed, hugging him back. “Yes Chewie, we’ll see each other later.”

“Bye Sweetheart.” Han said as he and Chewie headed off to find Leia.

“See you later dad.” Y/n waved at them as they left the hanger, her and Poe Left next to each other.

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“Han.” Leia greeted turning to focus her attention on him as he entered the bridge.

“Leia.” Han smiled at him.

“How are you?” Leia asked as they stood right across from each other.

“Good, been good. Busy.” Hand nodded looking around before focusing back on her. “You? How’ve you been? It’s been awhile.” He wondered about her and how she’s been.

“I’ve been good. Busy as well.” She answered.

“Yeah, yeah I can see that.”

“What’d you think of your welcome?” Leia smiled, knowing he enjoyed seeing his daughter after so long.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen her. Not since…” Han nodded with a remaining smile.

“She’s grown into a fine young woman.” Leia stated as they turned and started to walk, leaving the bridge behind them.

“How old is she now? 20’s?” Han guessed.

“Yes. She’s in her early 20’s.” Leia confirmed.

“Have I really been gone that long?” Han looked at her with sadness in his eyes.

“You have.” She missed his expression with a grimace.

“I’m sorry.” he apologized.

“You’ve missed a lot.” Leia skipped over the apology.

“I have.” Han knew he missed a lot and he wished he would’ve done things differently.

“What’d you think of Poe?” Leia asked changing the sorrow subject to a lighter one.

“The pilot with her?” Han wanted to confirm who they were talking about.

“That's the one.”

“Seems like a nice guy. Heard his reputation.” He tells her but he also didn’t understand why she wanted to talk about this Poe.

“He’s my best pilot.” she stated.

“Hmmmhmm, from the stories I’ve heard of him I would figure. He seems like a good guy.” Han shrugged.

“He is. You can even ask your daughter.” She smiled at her indendo she knew it’d get his attention.

“Y/n?” What did his daughter have to do with this?

“Hmmm Hmmm.” Leia hummed with a nod of her head.

“Why?” Now he was suspicious.

“They're together.” Leia tells him, expecting what comes next.

“What?!” Han yelled.

“Don’t act all surprised Han. Like you said you haven’t been here and she’s an adult now. They’ve been together for a while.” She explains to him, giving him a stern look in her eyes.

“He’s also reckless! I’ve heard that about him to.” He grumbled now trying to think of all the negative things he’s heard of the shaggy haired pilot.

“So were you.” Lei pointed out in defense of her best pilot and daughter's lover.

“That's not the point.” Han scoffed.

“It has to do with it. Yes.” Leia stated stopping so they’d turn to face each other. “You may not like it. But that’s because you're her father. You're a good father even if you haven’t been there in awhile. You care, and because you care Han no ones ever going to be good enough for your little girl in your eyes. But I assure you Poe is. He’d die for her.”

Han thought over her words, knowing she was right. “I still don’t like it.” 

“I don’t expect you to right away.” Leia smiled at him coming around.

“Maybe I’ll stay around for a while.” He really did miss Leia and Y/n but he also needed to keep an eye on this Poe guy.

“You're welcome to as long as you don’t try to sabotage their relationship.” Leia laughed already knowing what he might plan later. When he looked down with squinted eyes Leia got serious. “Han I mean it.”

“Fine.” Han groaned out giving into her wishes for him to play nice.

“I’ll be watching you.” Leia stated letting him know she won’t let him ruin their daughter's relationship. At all.

“Yeah, yeah.” Han mumbled as they looked to the hanger, seeing their daughter and Poe laughing and chasing each other around his X-Wing.

Taglist: @padawancat97 @gruffle1

[nmakii]

Cuteness with Yan! Alastor... Imagine Alastor drinking too much and getting drunk with the reader (the reader hates Alastor, because he is always irritating you)... Well, what no one expected is that Alastor was drunk and drunk reader with these are being cute with each other, as if they were a couple (something they are not).. Well now reader is in her bed with drunk alastor by her side, while reader caresses his ears (it wasn't because a drunk Alastor threatened the reader not to leave him and that she had to cuddle him).. Imagine the two of them waking up the next day in each other's arms, it would be funny

WHISKEY ON ICE, SUNSET AND VINE

— alastor sucks. he sucks even more when he’s drunk cause he acts so weird.

— i drank likeee 6 shots n a beer tday! i wanted more but my friends cut me off thats sucks fam i also kinda puked a bit after i swam

after the battle against heaven, lucifer helped make the hotel much more grander than it ever was; magnificent rooms, beautiful decor— it was like a heaven in hell.

and to celebrate the rebuilding, what better than a few drinks?

as you uncapped another beer, alastor caught your eye— swishing the whiskey in his glass as he talks with niffty. that remaining smile on his face as annoying as ever.

taking a huge chug of your beer, the sour taste lingering on your breath as you glare at him. quite obviously, to add.

“my dear, is something the matter..?” alastor asked, smile seeming strained from his confusion. “shut up, bitch” you huffed and walked away, sitting onto the sofa with angel, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“what’s wrong, toots? ‘ya had too much already? party’s just started like 25 minutes ago…” angel laughed. “noooo… ‘m just a little sleepyyyy…” you whined, gagging slightly at the vomit that threatens to come out.

you take another sip of your beer, settling onto angel’s shoulder properly before your eyes slowly shut.

angel had let you rest for the majority of the party. that is until cherri dared him into doing something for money, something he couldn’t resist.

“yo, smiles! sit in my spot for a bit, will ‘ya?” angel called out to alastor; quite intoxicated already, but not quite showing it. “hmm..? alright then” alastor nodded, taking angel’s spot.

as soon as alastor sat down, you clung back onto him, as if you thought alastor was angel. a little hiccup came from you as you settled your head in his chest.

alastor— taking the opportunity to be close with you, since you had a particular distaste for him, decided to bring you in closer. he had wrapped an arm around you, pulling you onto his lap, close enough to rest his head on your’s.

“‘m sleepy… you… smell super nice” you sighed, bringing some of alastor’s coat closer to your face, breathing in the scent. “mmh… why, thank you, my dear…” he grinned, the static in his voice making his thanks sound disingenuous. “come now, let’s get you to bed.” he laughed as he carried you to your room.

as alastor dropped you on the bed, he fell down with you. “go nowww… small bed, y’know?” you pushed alastor away, settling into your bed. alastor was, unfortunately though, stronger than you. he was able to keep still despite your pushing. “don’t act like that, dear. just sleep on top of me, we’ll fit.” he said, pulling you onto his chest and laying a hand on your head.

as you dozed off again, your hands reached to touch alastor’s fuzzy ears. under your touch, alastor hummed, quite comforted by your warm palm.

you yawned out, covering your mouth as the scent of alcohol reeks from you. alastor laughed at how adorable you seem as he pats your back. “go to bed already. i’m quite sure we— or at least you’ll be hungover tomorrow.”

unbeknownst to the two of you, charlie and angel had gone searching for the two of you. “ahh, where could those two have gone..? and more importantly— how did no one see them leave?!” charlie frowned as she checked the rooms in the hotel.

“calm down, charlie… alastor’s an overlord, rememba’? he could totally protect s/o. there’s really no need to worry…” angel told charlie, comforting her.

“oh, they’re in here!” charlie yelled out as she opened the door to your room. “aww… they’re cuddling! so cute…” charlie cooed at the sight. “ahh, sure…” angel hesitantly agreed.

“c’mon, let’s leave them alone. wouldn’t wanna wake them up…” charlie beckons angel to leave as she quietly closes the door, leaving to return to the party. “tch, can’t wait to see if someone’s getting murdered tomorrow…” angel sarcastically mumbled to himself.

the next morning, you woke up. curtains still closed the way you left it when you settled in, and one pounding headache.

your head reeled as your vision blurred, losing your sense of balance as you rolled off alastor’s chest. wait— alastor’s chest..?

you slapped him awake as you yelled at him. “what the fuck are you doing in my bed?!” you scowled. “hm? ah… i believe we were both drunk, nothing happened, i’m quite sure.” alastor assured you.

“i’m not worried about that, fucker! why the fuck were you being all cuddly?!” you frowned, pushing him out the room. “my dear, i believe it was you who kept touching my ears.” he smugly reminded you. “urgh, get. OUT!” you enunciated as you slammed your door shut.

“alastor!” charlie waved her hand out as she ran towards him. “sooo, i saw you and s/o last nightttt… did you two figure out your differences and become friends now??” charlie asked excitedly. “ah, unfortunately not, dear.” alastor’s eyebrows furrowing with annoyance.

[katsukota]

First Date

Things with Touya always burned. It was usually a slow burn at first, until smoldering flames erupted from emotions previously covered. So even though you'd spent months with the scarred man, on your first official date, you find out something that only made the previous months feel like years.

an : not proofread sorry i have to get ready for work soon

You and Dabi had been unofficially dating for months now. Neither of you were the type to quickly cling onto others, and both of you remained stubborn in keeping your feelings a secret.

Though, it didnt do much. It was obvious to everyone, even the both of you. You, nor Dabi were stupid. You picked up the underlying messages and feelings in each interaction. Prolonged eye contact, memorizing each other's favorite drinks, leaving clothes in the others room, going shopping for the leagues groceries together, bandaging each other's wounds.. um.. yea.. okay guys.

Still, both of you remained stubborn, refusing to admit your emotions to the other. Continuously betting on the other swallowing their pride first.

You had thought you knew Dabi. In the months you experienced living with him at the Leagues hide out, you believed you have learned more about him than anyone. In hindsight, you felt like you'd missed some of the most obvious things about him.

Month one, you two ignored each other. His stiff personality didnt particularly call to you. You had better things to focus on, and clearly he did too. The constant bombarding of various League members, while sweet, over whelmed you. No need to remember more people than you can handle right now. You let him fade into the background.

Unfortunately, he never seemed to truly disappear. Like a fire thats gone out, the embers stay shining through its wooden coffin.

During your smoke breaks, you found him always taking them at the same time. Things stayed silent, not bothering to attempt small talk. It seemed both of you preferred it that way. No social bond or understanding developed the following weeks.

The next month, Shigaraki suddenly paired you two together. Only now had you actually processed he had a name. 'Dabi.' Weird. Pretty ugly name, you thought. You ignored him adamantly at first, but now that a name was set to the face, you felt obligated to at least make eye contact.

The mission itself was quick, and involved at most four sentences of dialogue. His already strong quirk applied with your stockpiled boost abilities made for a merciless duo. While you two didnt seem to exactly hate eachother, you weren't really jumping for the chance to be together.

But if either of you were trying to use the mission as a reason to avoid the other in the future, it completely backfired. Not only was Tomura impressed, but All for One himself directly paired you two to handle new recruits. Isn't that great ?

Month three now, your lighter started running low on fluid. Even though the man who just always seemed to be out on the balcony when you were had the perfect quirk to solve this issue, youd rather use his staples to shut your mouth up than ask for help.

He watched as you vigorously flicked the lighter, only coaxing a few sparks out of it. He didn't offer any help, but his face slowly became amused as you got angrier. You looked up and scowled at him, though no words were said yet. A steady dynamic was forming.

It was four months now, and no distinct sign of romance was forming, but when you think back, you believe thats what made it so great. In that moment, the thought of the black haired, or so at the time, man being in any romantic light would have never even crossed your mind. It probably would've made you gag, if anything.

You'd begun starting the recruitment process. This was the first time you and Dabi seemed to agree on something. These guys were fucking losers. Neither of you found any possible use of them, and made it clear.

The first night, no one, not you, Dabi, nor the new upcoming villains managed to get a word in. A blizzard of blue crashed upon the surroundings. What should've been a cool night, melted with the complete refusal you had to acknowledge the man.

You two walked back. You two were both clearly amused, and proud of the situation. Neither of you even made eye contact, but you used your quirks in perfect tandem.

Month five, your lighter completely stopped working. You were clearly not in the mood to deal with anything without nicotine, and got bitchier each passing day.

"Why won't you just light one already ?" You scowled, the withdrawal practically burning. Even though the clear pink tinted lighter you had was visibly empty, you desperately tried to ignite the cigarette.

"Fuckin addict." He huffed, taking a puff from his respective cigarette. Your eyes narrowed, and Dabi had a feeling he should be thankful you had a boosting quirk and not an attack based one.

You groaned, genuinely annoyed, "You're one to talk." He was such an ass ! Without looking back, you walked off to god knows where.

Behind his black hair, he smirked, enthused. Seeing you all upset might be his new favorite way to pass time.

Month six, you finally came back with your own lighter. It was a similar clear but colorfully tinted one, but a blue this time. It was a nice lighter.

He saw it emit a similar blue flame, and lit your lighter more efficiently than your already old one ever did.

"Pretty cool, huh ? It reminded me of you." Oh. He kept thinking about that. Every smoke sesh he watched carefully as you carefully held the stick in-between your lips, using one hand to shield from the nights cold wind, the other spurring the ocean flames to life.

Month seven, he decided he was going to steal that lighter.

He carefully watched your actions throughout the day, and observed where youd go at night. Sure, it was creepy, but he had a feeling you knew.

You both were often out during the day, so his only real option was at night.

Each night, he thought about stealing that lighter from you. Youd sit out at the balcony together. Recently chairs were mysteriously added, so you both found yourselves sitting out there together for longer.

He never asked direct questions, but subtly got to know you better and listened carefully. Eventually, youd get him to answer questions back. It was crazy how the man youd never glanced at twice seemed to suddenly become the one you spent the most time with.

Each night, like moths to a flame, you came to each other. As if his natural light drew you and your new pack of cigarettes each week in. At the same time, that oddly specific blue lighter and honestly.. maybe just you were drawing him in quicker as well.

Month eight, he still couldn't bring himself to just take that damn lighter.

You two were on missions together about every week now, killing a number of recruits simultaneously. Over and over, you two got them out of your way quick, before taking a few 'detours' back to the hideout.

One time you'd gone into a small cafe, and found out oddly enough the bitter man likes his coffee sweet and creamed.

Another, you'd walked along the pier, catching a few sharks in the distance. "Dabi, look !!" He'd never seen you so genuinely excited. The rough and gloomy atmosphere at the home base rarely held chances for sweet moments like these.

Month nine, he finally stole that fucking lighter.

It was a long night, an entire group mission was set out, and many were injured. You and Dabi were the first to clear yourselves, you being efficient in wrapping the scarred man up in your first attempt, and he.. had some interesting healing tips up his sleeve for you.

Finally, you could just sit back, relax, and have a smoke. You weren't sure how much hed want to talk tonight, rough mission and all. You just reached for your lighter and.. "The fuck did my lighter go."

Dabi inconspicuously turned his head to you. "Huh ?" You shook yourself down, but no trace of it was there.

You sighed, you just wanted to shut your head off for a second. "Let me check in my room, I must've forgot it this morning.."

Before you could walk off, a deep voice stopped you in your tracks. "Just let me do it."

You looked over, a bit surprised. He usually declined to do this. "Dont look at me like that.. shut up and give me the cigarette."

He sighed, regretting his offer, when you instinctively slid the tube into your mouth, and tilted your head out to him.

"You're brave." But he didn't hurt you, no. A small flame, blue and familiar, just like your favorite lighter, light up your face.

Dabi felt a little weird. In this position, this angle, this lighting.. you looked perfect.

Month ten, he became much more insecure. Its something he felt many times in his life. Despite how tough and careless he seemed, his body and heart were human underneath staples and ice.

He knew he was scary, an otherwise ugly man due to the severe scarring his own childhood left on him. He was a sullied boy, no matter how hard he tried to wash the scars off.

And seeing how soft, how pure you look in the night light of his inhumane flame. He couldn't handle someone looking at him with soft eyes.

Dabi began avoiding you. You went from sitting next to each other at Kurogiris bar stools, to sitting on opposite ends. You were off sync when getting rid of recruits, him burning you a few times, and you failing to activate your quirk, letting them get away.

You were getting fed up with this, because worst of all, you were left without a lighter.

While Dabi was terrifyingly aware of your timing and 24hr schedule, he couldn't always use that to avoid you because you knew his as well.

Month eleven, you put a stop to this all.

You finally got him at the right time, and weren't going to let him go again. "So, you think you can just steal my lighter, then ignore me?"

Oh. Really, in hindsight, he didn't know why he thought he could keep running without you catching up. Even though your quirk worked as a mere tool for others, and even though All for One and Shigaraki often put you down for that, you didnt just aid, but you did so relentlessly.

You didn't stop and wait for someone to use you, in moments like these, and in moments where you were out on the battlefield, you chased after the strongest ability and strengthened it. When it came to people like Dabi, you chased after him and brought out the softer side.

He sighed, looking back at your soft face. It brought a comforting warmth, but the longer he looked, the hotter he felt with guilt.

"How can you even look at me ?" He choked. "You're so.. clean.." He grasped at the staples and charred skin, scratching and pulling lightly. "And im ruined.." Red drops started rolling down from the bottom of the burnt skin underneath his eyes. Is he..?

"Dabi.." You spoke, unwavering in your stance. You werent sure if you'd regret this, or if hed kill you for trying it, but you felt confident.

Walking closer, you rested your hands against his rough cheeks. Observing him closely, he seemed more shocked, but not upset. "For what it's worth." Your lips ghosted his lower one, the one that was rough and stapled back to his face. "I think you're really, really, pretty."

Month twelve, he finally took you out on a date.

"Im sorry.. its not mu-" "Oh shut up."

Late at night, after he lit one of your cigarettes, he took you out to a riverside, with the moon glimmering in the waters reflection.

"This is beautiful, Dabi !" He paused, turning his head away from you suddenly. "Huh ? Whats the matter ?"

"..Touya" What ? .. Oh !

"Touya ?" He looked back at you, a soft pink airbrushed over his cheeks. He just nodded.

How cute.

Nearing the end of the date, you felt like the world was in your palm but light and airy. Holding Touyas face in your hands felt surreal, like it should have happened the day you met but was supposed to now.

"I want.. to do one last thing." He looked away again, clearly trying to hide the way his face was heating up.

You laughed softly. Its still insane to you how this happened in what feels like so little time. "What is it ?"

"I .. want to dance with you." His blue eyes darted back and fourth, occasionally looking down to see your reaction.

"Thats.." You paused. Dabi, or, Touya, the man who you killed so many people with, was an absolute dick, stole your lighter, ignored you, ran back into your arms when you held them out for him.. likes dancing ? "Thats so sweet, Touya."

You weren't letting him go again. Not after this dance.

[gammija]

Alright, so celia, she clearly recognised jons voice, right? so one assumes shes the same celia as the one we heard in tma. I'm not saying thats definitely not true, not at all, but here are some thoughts about her that made me think twice whether that's the case:

It sounds like she has some personal experience handling tape recorders and manilla folders, when as far as we know she only saw them in a very brief period following jmart around before she got kidnapped back to her hellscape?

That could be referring to when she gave a statement to the Institute, but in MAG190 she didn't give any indication of remembering anything from before. Now, she still calls herself Celia - if she remembers everything from before the Eyepocalypse, wouldn't she go by Lynne?

Actually she seems very well-adjusted for someone who has gone through a hellscape specifically catered to her worst fears, was saved, dragged back, and then dimension hopped and presumably lost any remaining support system à la Anya Villette

She's gotten through to U2 VERY well in fact, considering that last we heard, she was a somewhat random eyepocalypse victim - while the Eye's special little boys seem to have gotten trapped in 'puters after their dimension hopping

The way she reacts to Jon's voice is just 'heh'? not even excusing herself? She really is cool as a cucumber. Actually, she feels more like someone who listened to the show reacting to things, rather than having lived through it

hey wait a minute...

... maybe instead of this being the exact same Celia as from tma, this Celia somehow heard the tapes, as they got pulled into U2 along with the Fears. Then when she recognized her own name and voice, she decided to investigate them and her own universe's Institute under a false name

[soulseobie]

untitled - mafia!s.coups x gn reader

not proofread u.u

you fiddled nervously with the hem of your top, taking a deep breath to center yourself. the awful club music was making your head pound and the strobing lights bore into your eyes painfully.

it wasn’t your choice to be here. you’d much rather be curled up in a blanket, your favorite movie serving as background noise as you conversed with your boyfriend. he was the reason you were in the situation anyways.

choi seungcheol, your boyfriend and feared mafia boss, was the owner of this dreadful club. apparently he had some important meeting with various business associates that you just had to make an appearance at. you question the validity of cheol’s earlier statements because here you are, sitting alone at the bar with no knowledge of where your man is.

this was a recipe for disaster, leaving you unattended with misbehaving drunk people.

as if the universe was in tune with your thoughts, you see a group of guys laughing and begin to push their friend in your direction. you inwardly sigh, swirling the straw floating in your drink as you hope and pray he approaches someone else sitting at the bar.

but things rarely go your way in this world. this time is no different.

you hear the chair next to you scrape against the floor as it's pulled out and someone occupies it. you decide to look towards the now filled seat and your eyes meet his dark brown ones. his hair is slicked back, save for a few pieces that fall just below his eyes, his silken suit clad arms rest on the cold marble of the bar.

"hey, my names johnny. i noticed you sitting alone and thought i'd come and introduce myself. can i buy you a drink?" he flashes a smile and holds out a hand for you to shake. you give him a polite smile, resting your hand in his.

"i'm y/n," you start quietly, "and i'll pass on the drink for now, i'm still working on one..." you gesture to your half full cup of soda. "all good," he smiles and gestures to the bartender to order for himself, "what's a beautiful person like you doing sitting all alone?" he gives you another bright smile, tapping his fingers on the bar counter.

you sigh and turn your eyes back to your drink, "i was with someone, but he left me here to take care of something..." you mumble, praying johnny won't pry.

"well, his loss is my gain it seems. my buddies and i were gonna head to another bar down the street if you wanted to tag along." johnny flashes a smirk, resting his hand on your shoulder.

before you can deny his invitation, you see a figure occupy the space behind johnny. "is there a reason you feel the need to converse with my significant other?" your stomach flips as the sound of your boyfriend's voice fills your ears. "shit." you mutter to yourself, one of your hands rubbing your temples as you anticipate the impending mess.

"your significant other?" johnny chuckles as he turns toward seungcheol. "thats funny. they've been sitting alone here for a while now, i was just seizing the opportunity, since you clearly don't care about them." johnny provokes him, causing your heart to speed up.

s.coups stays surprisingly calm, but you pick up on the slight flare of his nostrils as he tries to remain composed. in the blink of an eye, his composure is gone as he grabs johnny's shirt in a balled up fist, making his rise from his seat. you look nervously over seungcheol's shoulder to see mingyu and hoshi monitoring the situation closely.

"there is no opportunity to seize, you're lucky i don't beat your face into the ground in front of this whole club." cheol snarls through gritted teeth. "i'd like to see you try." johnny smirks as he releases himself from s.coups' grasp.

before you can intervene, seungcheol throws a fist in johnny's direction, landing square on his noise with a sickening crack.

it's a slippery slope as fists are thrown and kicks are dealt; it takes 3 of seungcheol's men to pull him away from the beaten and bloodied johnny. your eyes fall to your shaking hands as johnny's friends drag him out while security harshly informs them that they are never welcome back.

seconds feel like hours as you look up to see s.coups approaching you. his hand circles around your neck when he reaches you, pulling you into a fiery kiss. your teeth clash and his exploring tongue slips between your lips, you can taste the remnants of blood from cheol's lips.

he reluctantly pulls away, hand still ghosting on your neck. "i-i'm sorry, i only replied to him politely... i didn't think he was that interested in me!" you rush to explain yourself nervously before seungcheol pulls you into another kiss.

"i'm not mad at you, darling. i know lots of people are interested in you but none of them have been dumb enough to touch what's mine." seungcheol reassures you as he plants kisses down your neck. you feel his lips turn into a smile before he pulls away from your neck, capturing your hand in his.

"i may have to punish you for entertaining him though." he chuckles and you sigh as he pulls you towards the vip area.

[cutestbow]

Summary: y/n has to tell Jack the truth, (based off of the song futile devices)

Notes: I’m finally back!!, also very unedited so please excuse any mistakes!!

Warnings: self hatred, guilt, basically leading someone on. And that should be it if not let me know!!!

It’s been a long long time since I’ve memorized your face.

Laughter echoed throughout the dimly lit apartment i had been in for the last 4 hours, i had told myself id go home twenty minutes ago but that never ends well when im with my friends

“So y/n? hows jack going?” my friend asked, the question gaining attention from the others as if they had been wondering also.

“Oh it’s going well, he’s a really good guy.” I shrugged smiling at the thought of the brown haired boy.

“Thats it? You’re not going to give us any special details about him?” She groaned to my vague response.

“Yeah, like he doesn’t have a beauty mark on his left cheek-“ another one had chimed in

“No, his upper right lip!” I blurted out embarrassingly fast.

All chatter had stopped in that moment, the only noise being the tv that had been faintly playing in the background.

My face burned red from my sudden comment, if my friend no cited she hadn’t said anything about, she just smirked and took a drink from the glass that had been sitting in front of her.

“Well at least Christian’s out of the picture.” She stated once more before diving into conversation with one of the girls sat at the table.

I nodded but it didn’t feel right almost as if it weren’t genuine.

It’s been four hours now since I’ve wandered through your place.

Jack had left his apartment hours ago but i still remained after hours of him begging i stay and just watch the game from his house, so that’s where i had been left at now

Walking through the halls of his somewhat clean apartment, for someone who lives by themselves he really did try to keep some type of theme going.

I laughed at a photo he had kept near his bed of him and his brother when they were younger, it was a photo of when they lived in Canada the setting being somewhere snowy and the three brothers looking confused and unready for the photo.

I sat the photo back down and looked over at the clock that had also been on the side of his bed, i sighed walking out of the room and back to the couch to watch the puck drop.

And when i sleep on your couch i feel very safe, and when you bring the blankets, I cover up my face.

It was normal for me and jack to have our annual movie nights on friday, and work had kicked my butt the following week and I hadn’t planned on going this Friday but i knew jack had been looking forwards to it stating that he found a new movie that we might like so I couldn’t decline.

We had been laying on the couch, my head on his shoulder and eyes slowing opening and closing once and a while, i quickly snapped out of that stare once the arms that had once been wrapped around me were gone.

“Where are you going?” I asked as jack got up from his spot on the couch.

He didnt reply and disappeared into his bedroom, i had went to get up before he reappeared again, this time with a large comforter.

I sighed with embarrassment and guilt, “Jack im fine.” I said

“No you’re not, you’ve had a busy week. If you were tired, you could have stayed home.” He responded, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

He layed me back into the couch carefully wrapping the computer around my tired body.

The droopy state from before slowly coming back

I shouldn’t be doing this.

I shouldn’t be doing this.

I let out one last sigh before I closed my eyes.

And i would say i love you but saying it out loud is hard. So I won’t say it at all.

It had been a beautiful day, and usually on days like these Jack would tend to drag me out of my apartment to go on a picnic.

I carefully set a blanket down over the patch of grass we thought would be perfect spot to settle, I watched as he set the basket down and very carefully pulled each container of fruit and crackers out.

Jack had always been easy to talk too I never had to filter myself around him, but I didn’t deserve a person like him.

I watched him as layed propped up on one shoulder talking about anything and everything, slowly biting into my cherry. I paused for a moment before rubbing the bitten cherry against his cheek leaving a pink stain.

I laughed at his reaction going to wipe it away before quickly getting pulled down and the previous cherry being rubbed on my face now

I laughed attempting to push him away but it was no use he was stronger.

“Now we’re even.” He spoke, smiling down at me.

we stared at each other for moments, three words I died to say lingered at the tip of my tongue but I just couldn’t. I couldn’t do that to him.

And I won’t stay very long,

Tears rolled down my face as I found myself in-front of a door I’ve been faced with for months now, my heart banging against my chest.

I waited for a moment before the door swung open to a half awake Jack, his eyebrows furrowed in worry at my distressed state.

“y/n, what’s wrong?” He asked softly pulling me into his apartment, I pulled away slowly.

“I’m sorry jack” I cried lowering my head

“You’re so good to me, but I just can’t seem to-“ I sobbed uncontrollably, unsure if he could even understand me.

“I know.” He responded softly. My head shot up realization and guilt washing over me.

He knew the entire time, but why?, the question repeating over and over in my head.

“I’m so sorry jack” I cried, the sobs becoming more violent as he pulled me into an embrace.

“It’s not your fault,” he shook his head

“I just can’t see how I’m supposed to love if I can’t love myself.” I spoke once my cries softened.

“I want to love you,” I said pulling away, watching as tears threatened to spill from his eyes

“But I just can’t” I finished, attempting to wipe the spilling tears away.

He nodded in agreement giving me an understanding smile

“It’s ok” he reassured me as if I wasn’t breaking his heart.

“I understand if you’re mad or annoyed with me I don’t know why I’m like this” I spoke lowly, the lump in my throat making my words shaky.

Jack embraced me once more, this time hushing me

“If you knew why did you stay, why did waste your time if you knew you’d get hurt in the end.” i questioned

He sighed, “because the thought of not having you at all hurt to much.”

But you are the life I needed all along.

I smiled as me and a group of my friends stumbled into a bar we had been dying to go to for the past month.

the smell of alcohol and burnt out cigarettes washing over me in a second.

I watched as a few of the members separated going there own ways, leaving me a one ther girl.

We had decided to settle at the little bar ordering two beers for night.

I grabbed the cup swiftly taking a sip before setting it back down onto the table. I skimmed over the bar watching as people danced and played pool.

My heart immediately skipped a beat once I was met with a familiar pair of blue eyes that had been staring at me from across the bar.

I hadn’t seen or spoken to Jack in a year. Or really since that one night in his apartment. I would say we ended on good terms.

My face burned red as he waved at me with a soft smile.

I waved back, nervously smiling. I watched as he began to mouth something.

“You look beautiful.” he mouthed slowly

“I feel beautiful.” I excitedly mouthed back.

He laughed at my response from across the bar.

“Good.” he nodded.

[putrid-sex-machine]

KiNKTOBER DAY 14 𐂯 LEON

PROMPT: collaring, pet play, praise kink & humiliation w/ re2r leon

WARNINGS/TAGS: smut (obv), pet play, masc!reader, pet names (puppy, pup, baby, pretty boy, good boy, pet, angel, mutt), oneshot, rutting, dry humping, praise, collars, mlm, pet/owner dynamics

A/N: we are NOT getting into heaven with this one!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️ this 1 kinda got away from me lol. i need him carnally (in case you couldn't tell). leons totally a whimperer BUT hear me out,, growling? 👀 let’s pretend i posted this on time (^^;) not entirely beta read but idrc

this fic has nsft content. you have been warned.

dividers by cafekitsune

"C'mon, puppy, I know you can do it," you praise, your voice the only thing keeping Leon somewhat grounded. What was it you wanted again?

He feels himself nodding before even fully registering the command, ever easy to please. The name does wonders for him, something you’ve taken note of. You wouldn’t be here if it didn’t, of course. His gaze lingers on you, thoughts drifting off momentarily. You look so good like that, sat so fucking pretty on the bed, leash and collar in hand. Fuck, he wants to take you right then and there.

“Puppy,” you warn, voice lowering dangerously, unhappy to repeat yourself. “Strip.”

That gets Leon moving, his body jumping into action before he has time to fluster. He’s standing in his boxers now, skin hot under your gaze, but even then it’s not enough.

“I said strip,” you order again, all affection now gone from your tone.

“Yes— yes, sir,” Leon mumbles, mouth moving faster than his brain. Fuck. Why did he say that? Sir?? He’s not at the police academy.

“You’re thinking too hard.” Your voice is softer now, though a hint of warning still remains. “This isn’t supposed to be hard for you, pup. Just follow my instructions.”

Again, Leon nods, finally shrugging off his boxers with an embarrassed whine. He’s not quite sure why this has him so worked up. It’s not the first time he’s been naked in front of you, after all. Then again, he didn’t have such a captive audience then either. You grin, gesturing him over.

He’s kneeling between your legs now, breath quick and embarrassed.

“That’s a good boy,” you praise, running a hand through his hair. Leon can’t help but whimper, eyes drooping shut at the contact, and his head tilting into it. “Such a good boy… You learn so fast.”

Leon’s mind swims at that, swaying somewhat where he sits, panting. He feels your hand grip his hair, forcing his head back. He doesn’t resist, shamefully allowing you whatever access to him you’d like. Cool leather wraps around his throat, just barely restricting his airway. A collar.

“Such a pretty puppy… Can you bark for me baby? Can you speak?”

Leon shakes his head, the remainder of his dignity refusing to let him fall further. Even with his eyes shut Leon can see the scowl on your face, whining pitifully at your disappointment.

“I said speak, pet,” you command, the tone only fueling the fire in Leon’s groin.

Leon opens his mouth, jaw simply hanging for a moment, no sound coming out. “…Woof,” he mumbles shamefully, face burning red. The grip on his hair loosens, trailing down to grab his chin, gaze forced up to meet yours.

It’s only then that his predicament fully sets in, the sight of you above him, legs caging him in on either side with a leash in hand… it’s enough to make him twitch.

“Puppy…” you start, voice deceivingly soft, “you can do better than that. Go on. Speak. Speak for your owner, angel.”

Humiliated wouldn’t even begin to describe what he’s feeling right now; every part of his body burning with shame, unable to so much as look at you as his cock twitches in response. He likes this.

He nods, eyes drooping shut before his gaze is forcefully brought back to yours. His mouth opens, a small, awkward, yet honest to god bark leaving him. He doesn’t miss the way you shutter, breath hitching ever so slightly as you grin down at him.

“Fuck… thats a good boy, good boy, Leon.”

Leon can’t help the way his thighs squeeze together at that, awkwardly grinding into himself in a desperate attempt for friction. That’s when he feels a boot shoved between his legs, the cool leather almost painful against his heat. He whimpers, hips bucking into it before he has time to think. This earns him a painful tug on his collar, his hips stuttering to a stop.

“Puppy,” you warn, voice lowering. “I didn’t say you could move."

Leon nods, whining shamefully, embarrassed to have disappointed you. “But it’s okay, baby,” you assure, “you’re just a dumb little puppy, it’s not your fault you didn’t know.”

That really shouldn’t have had such a strong effect on Leon. He swallows, attempting to find a distraction from all this, something he can use to appear somewhat composed. He can’t embarrass himself like this.

You don’t seem happy with his attempts, however, tugging on the leash once more. You tut, running a hand sweetly through his hair. “Oh, puppy,” you start, voice once again deceivingly gentle, “don’t resist it. You know you want to let this happen… You know thinking this much isn’t good for you, baby.”

Leon swallows thickly, nodding before he can stop himself. He doesn’t know that, but either way he wants to please.

“That’s right…” you praise, tilting your boot up into his groin. “Let me make you feel good, don’t resist it. Can you open your mouth for me, angel?”

Leon’s mouth opens on command, shifting awkwardly in embarrassment. You keep him like that just long enough for the shame to sink in, boot digging into his cock as he sits the untouched, mouth hung open like the good boy he is. Finally, you push two fingers into his mouth, satisfied when Leon’s lips wrap obediently around them. He sucks softly, his mouth hot and inexperienced, teeth prodding into your skin. You tut, pushing them further back down his throat, pressing down just enough to make him gag.

You lean in, fingers not shying away from the back of his tongue. “C’mon, puppy… let me take all those thoughts away, let you keep that pretty little head empty like it’s supposed to be. You know I like you better dumbed down, don’t resist it.

Leon shivers, just barely stopping himself from rutting into your boot, a soft, gagged whine leaving him. He nods to the best of his ability, eyes drooping shut as he simply sucks on your fingers, the sensation strangely bliss.

“That’s right,” you praise, “feels good doesn’t it? You like being told what to do?” Again, Leon nods, this time whining. “Good boy… That’s my pretty boy, doing so well for me.”

You retreat your fingers, a line of spit briefly connecting them to Leon’s lips. He whines at the loss, to which you hush him. “I know,” you coo, wiping the spit covered digits through his hair. “You wanna make your owner feel good though, don’t you? You wanna make me feel good?”

With you staring down at him so expectantly, Leon can’t find it in himself to say no. Not that he would have wanted to anyways. He nods pitifully, whining again before he can stop himself. You grin.

“Atta boy.” And just like that, your hands are off him, earning another shameful whine. “I know, baby,” you assure, turning your attention from Leon down to your fly. “Just a little longer, okay? You’re being so good for me.”

Leon swears you’re going slow on purpose, his body tensing further with each passing second. He can see the outline of your cock through your boxers, the mere smell of it making him drool. Finally it’s out, the tip resting against Leon’s lips, smearing them with precum. He shutters.

“Open.”

Leon obeys, jaw going slack, willing you to cut to the chase, to let him taste you. You slide in painfully slow, giving Leon time to adjust to the intrusion. His lips instinctively wrap around it, protecting the sensitive skin from his teeth as he wills it down further. Your hands in his hair now, breath shaky.

Leon’s never done something like this before, is he doing this right?

Without warning, you shove your cock all the way in, forcing a gag from Leon. You pull back, allowing him room to breathe. All he can smell is you, everything about the situation only fueling him further. He needs this.

“Please,” he mumbles around your cock, brows pulled taught as he gazes up at you. You tut, grabbing his hair tight and pulling him back down.

“Puppies don’t talk,” you warn, relishing in the way his throat spasms around you. You pull him off, Leon spitting and gagging as you do so, eyes squeezed shut. “Be a good dog. Bark for me. Tell me how bad you want it.”

Leon doesn’t resist, letting out a small, hoarse bark. This time however, it isn’t enough. “I said bark, you mutt. Bark for me. You can do better than that.” Your boot tilts further up, digging into Leon’s cock, dragging an honest to god moan from him.

You grin, the expression downright evil. “You like that?” Leon nods, hips stuttering against the leather. You tut, tugging on his leash harshly. “Then bark for me. Bark and I’ll let you have it.”

Leon’s eyes droop shut, whimpering softly. He nods, willing the sound out of him, this time significantly more animalistic. A real bark.

“Good boy.” Your voice is sweet and proud again, grinding your boot into his groin as a reward. “I knew you could do it. Now open your mouth, let me use you like you’re intended. Breathe through your nose… Good puppy.”

Leon obeys, this time rutting shamelessly into your shoe. Your cock slams into his throat once more, but this time he’s prepared, breathing steadily through his nose as you continue abusing his throat, willing his gag reflex down.

“God… look at you, drooling around my cock… Fucking hell. You’re so fucking good, puppy. Just like that.” And really, he’s not doing anything, just sitting there and letting you use him. “There you go… You’re doing so good, angel. So good for me. Just keep humping my boot like a bitch in heat, let yourself be the stupid fucking mutt you are.”

Leon allows himself to drift, lost in the wondrous cocktail of hormones you’ve awoken in him. He’s rutting faster, breaths shallowing as he fights to keep himself from going over the edge, wanting this to last as long as possible.

“You gonna cum for me, puppy?” you mock, drinking in Leon’s display with hungry eyes.

He nods frantically, panting stupidly around your cock. He’s growling now, the sounds low and desperate, like some kind of animal.

You tug your boot away, relishing in the whine that vibrates around your length. You drag him down further, ignoring his pitiful gags as you spill down his throat, fucking him through your high.

You drag Leon off, watching as he swallows it all like the good boy he is, grinning wildly. “You did so good, puppy,” you whisper, dragging him closer by the leash, relishing in his confusion. You guide him up onto the bed, tutting as he goes to stand. “Oh, you poor, stupid little thing,” you coo. “Puppies don’t stand, angel. Crawl to me. That’s right, on all fours. Just like that. Good boy. That’s my pretty puppy.”

You drag him onto your still clothed thigh, his leash pulled taught. “You did so well,” you praise, guiding his bare hips against the rough fabric. “C’mon puppy, make yourself feel good for me. You’ve done so well… Just like that, hump my thigh like the stupid bitch you are. That’s right. Good boy.”

Leon whimpers in discomfort, the corse fabric like fire against his erection, but he can’t find it within himself to care. He speeds up, practically sobbing now as he fucks himself stupid on your thigh, clinging to you like a life line. He’s growling, nipping softly at your neck as he ruts into you, humping you like a bitch in heat.

“M… M’gonna,” he stutters dumbly, head thrown back as his back arches into the sensation. Poor puppy can’t even finish a sentence.

You hush him, hands running soothingly down his sides as he shutters against you. “Cum for me, puppy. You’ve been so good. Cum for me.”

Leon nods frantically, mouth hanging open as he cums, vision going white as he collapses into you, continuing to grind uselessly against your leg. “I love you I love you I love you,” he chants absently, sobbing into the crook of your neck. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I love you.”