#cause at this point it would be faster for them to walk a half hour over there

[what-about-yogurt-night]

Michael should've called a tow truck a half hour ago lol

Unfortunately, he's too stubborn to admit defeat😔😂

I think this is the first post I put on here featuring my boy Silvin (the green one) lol, he was one of the first OCs I made that actually stuck which is pretty wild (he used to be part of a separate universe from Conor (the human one) but at one point I thought they'd be a cute couple so I updated a bunch of lore to make it work and now they're part of the same story lol)

I loved drawing the outfits on these guys (I'm especially proud of the way the shoes turned out lol) but I absolutely hated having to add in a background lmao (I couldn't just leave them in an empty void every time I draw them tho😂)

I doubt this post'll reach that many folks but I felt like making a poll so we'll see what happens I guess lol:

[napakmahal]

Baby Fever

This may or may not be a call out towards myself cause I will swear up and down I don’t want kids then see a baby in public and be like “goo goo gaga”

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that working on slow days is beyond boring. What’s even worse is when the only people that come in on slow days are shitty customers.

“The manners of today’s working class have depleted in ways I cannot fathom!” Hiro came bursting into the back of the café restaurant with a look of disbelief on his face.

Without looking up from his phone, Tadashi answered “Wow those are some big words, little brother, I’m impressed.”

“Shut up!”

You laughed while sitting on the wooden countertop, arms hugging your boyfriend’s back. “What happened?”

Hiro plopped down on the stool in front of the sink and started to rant. “This woman comes in here and she bought a mocha latté and then complained about it being six dollars. Like I’m the one who makes the fricken prices! Surprise, surprise she didn’t have enough. So what did she do? SHE REACHED INTO THE TIP JAR AND GRABBED TWO DOLLARS! But then after I took her order and started making her drink, she followed me around the entire time watching me. She pointed at the simple syrup and was like ‘Can you add another pump?’ LIKE UNLESS YOU’RE GOING TO PAY THE EXTRA 25 CENTS NO I CANNOT! And when I finally gave it to her she said I took too long and that the place down the street makes them faster and they taste better. THEN GO THERE AND STOP WRINGING OUT MY PATIENCE!”

By the end of his story, you and Tadashi were losing your minds over how hard you were laughing. Granted, Hiro being upset wasn’t funny but his storytelling abilities were unmatched.

Customers could be very difficult and earlier that day someone had told Tadashi they wanted a manager because they were being pissy about not being able to get a refund on a drink they ordered and drank half of. If it were any other day, he would have just gone to get his Aunt. But Aunt Cass went out for a girl’s day with her friends since all of them happened to be in town and relatively free at the same time. As you get older, hanging out with friends is a privilege.

A couple of dings from the bell on the front counter rang signaling the arrival of a customer. Hiro’s fight of flight sense kicked in and he practically jumped off the floor.

“No, absolutely not.” He shook his head. “I’m not taking them, my workday is over.”

“What?” Your boyfriend looked at his little brother. “It’s been two hours!”

“Yes Tadashi, it has been two hours!” He hissed. “Two hours of my life I will never get back. These people are insane!”

Hiro took off and locked himself in the walk-in pantry. He then proceeded to slam his face into an unopened bag of flour and scream his heart out.

“Oh my gosh, he’s so dramatic.” Tadashi stared at the door of the pantry, listening to his little brother’s muffled cries.

The bell was still ringing outside, the customer was still waiting. You laughed into Tadashi’s back, taking in his smell. Tadashi’s a clean person and not only that, his natural body smell is just pleasant. Just about everything you own smells like him, and you love it.

“Do you want me to get it?” You mumbled against his cardigan.

Your boyfriends turned around to look at you. “What? Why would you do that?”

“Just to help out.” You shrugged.

“Hun, you don’t work here. You really don’t have to.”

You scoffed, “You don’t work here either. Technically.”

“But I live here, so I kinda have to.”

“Tadashi, I practically live here.”

He laughed at that. It was pretty true. The only times you ever really went home were to get things you didn’t have, do your laundry, or if you felt like they were getting sick of you. Plus you never really feel like that anymore because the last time you said you feared Aunt Cass wanted you out of her house she almost started crying. She was afraid she’d done something to make you feel unwelcomed. Besides, you’re her girl in a house full of boys and their bots.

“Are you sure? I can get it, or force Hiro to do it.”

“No, it’s not a big deal.”

He leaned over and pecked you on the lips. “Okay, thank you hunny. I appreciate you so much.”

You walked outside the curtain only to be met with a young couple and their baby. He was holding onto her and trying to rip away a claw clip from her baby grip.

“Yeah, mommy’s clip is pretty.” He said in a small voice. “But we can’t eat it though.”

“What is she doing?” The mom asked looking back at her partner and their baby.

“Trying to eat your clip. I’m telling you she’s going to get sick, last night it was the pen then-”

“Hi there!” You walked towards them smiling. “So sorry about the wait.”

The mom shook her head. “No, it’s fine. We were trying to calm her down anyway.”

“What can I get you guys?”

They went on to order one green apple Italian soda with redbull, an iced hazelnut coffee, and a small warm almond milk with a cake pop. The entire time you were making their drinks, you couldn’t help but notice the babbling of their baby. She was adorable, dressed in a pink sundress and flower-shaped sunglasses. Everything from the sound of the blender to the noise the can of Red Bull made when popped open made her giggle.

During that entire time, you couldn’t help but wonder: What if Tadashi and you had a baby? What would you name them? If it was a boy, then you could name them after him or Hiro. Naomi was a beautiful name for a girl. You could buy them little themed onesies and decorate their rooms. They would say ‘dada’ before ‘mama’ because it’s beyond simple to connect with Tadashi. And they could go to school and crush their science department and say it’s because their dad is a genius.

By the time you snapped back into reality, you’d already made all their drinks and made sure to cool down the small milk for the baby. When you placed everything on the dropoff, the little girl reached her hand down from where she was being held and poked the back of your wrist with her tiny finger.

“Hello there!” You smiled at her. “Aren’t you adorable?”

Your face only made her start to giggle and placed her hand on her chin and flicked it outwards. Thank you in sign language. In return, you placed your hand flat on your chin and pulled it down towards your chest to say ‘You’re welcome’.

“She’s beautiful.” You spoke to her parents. “What’s her name?”

“This is Nyla,” Her mom smiled at her baby. “She just turned ten months, so we’re almost there.”

You gently clapped your hands together, “Oh that’s amazing. Congratulations.”

“What about you?” Nyla’s dad asked.

Her mom joined in on the questioning. “Any little ones?”

You almost choked on your own saliva at their question. I guess to them it didn’t seem too extreme. They barely looked three years older than you.

“No, I don’t. I haven’t been with my current boyfriend long enough for that. And I don’t even know if he wants any.”

Nyla’s mom gave you a sympathetic face. “Well, if you end up wanting any I hope the process is smooth.”

You thanked them and signed “bye” to Nyla. Despite them being gone, the baby fever they’d given you without trying lingered all the way into the night.

——————————————————————————

While you were lying on your boyfriend’s bed scrolling on your phone through countless baby videos and falling down the rabbit hole of how skin-to-skin connection works and how to swaddle them correctly so they don’t scratch themselves when they sleep. As your back was turned you felt a dent in the bed as your boyfriend started kissing your back from your tailbone to your shoulder blades.

“What ya’ lookin’ at hun?” He plopped down next to you and started snaking his arms around your waist.

“Just scrolling,” You kept your answer vague out of fear of freaking him out. “Hey, did you know that if you rub a teething baby’s mouth with warm garlic it will make them feel better than cold cloths?”

Tadashi kissed the side of your jaw, the tingle of his minty toothpaste prickling your skin. “I did not, that’s pretty cool.”

“When you swaddle babies you’re supposed to get them little mittens because they have really sharp fingernails.” You added.

Tadashi’s face contorted with confusion. “Why all this baby talk? What are you watching?”

“Just a bunch of baby videos.”

“Why?”

You sighed and put the phone down to turn your body down and look him in the eyes. “Well, while I was helping those customers earlier. They had such a cute baby and we just talking about having kids and stuff and I think they gave me like- baby fever or something.”

To your surprise, he started to laugh.

“Why are you laughing?” You poked.

“I’m sorry,” He grabbed your wrists. “I didn’t mean to laugh, you just caught me off guard.”

Your heart flipped in your chest out of nervousness. Had you freaked him out? “Is that bad?”

“No, no it’s not.” He assured you. “So, you want a baby?”

You covered your face with your hands and groaned. “I mean, right now yeah but then I think about like the birth process and then I’m like ‘nuh unh.’”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think you’d make a fantastic mom.” Tadashi smiled into your neck.

You leaned over and rammed your head into his stomach. “Can we have one?”

The feeling of Tadashi’s stomach fluctuating while he laughed pushed against your head. “Maybe later, hun.”

“So you do want kids?”

He grabbed you by the face and forced you to look back up at him. “Yeah, I’ve told you that before. I’ve said I want a daughter, and I want her to look like you, and I want to decorate her room and throw her birthdays, and go to all her school and sports events.”

“I want her to have your nose.” You admitted.

Tadashi started laughing and shaking his head. “No, no she will get bullied. Trust me I know.”

“No matter son or daughter, they should take Japanese lessons.” You added.

“Yeahhhh,” Tadashi breathed through his teeth. He knew enough Japanese to ask someone for very general directions. But the second a native speaker started talking a little too fast, all his comprehension skills started to deplete.

You could have kids in future years, when you had a shared place and both of you were done with school. Besides, it’s not like anything at all could break the two of you apart.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Please do more of of the super Robin!! Only if you want to, of course, but I really want to see more of everyone at the dinner, losing their minds while Tim, Kon, and Danny just bask in it. I especially want to see more of Alfred being sassy because that is the funniest part for me.

Somehow, Danny is not only half Kryptonian but also a meta-human. Tim may not have developed the gene; it was somewhere in his family tree- Tim personally thinks it's on his mother's side- that skipped the super genius and implanted itself into his son.

Tim detected the meta-gene while running basic tests on the clone when he was first created. He was still determining which of Danny's abilities were the meta part of himself since so many previous powers he has shown were Kryptonian.

Everyone was on high alert, waiting with barely held breath for Danny's powers to unlock. It made Kon a bit angsty, always watching his son with tight-rung tension whenever he tripped or stumbled.

Not that he was upset Danny was a meta, but he's seen plenty of meta's while in the field that usually caused such destruction because none were prepared for their powers. Especially since most meta's powers are unlocked under severe tension and life-threatening moments.

He wanted what was best for his boy. Tim, on the other hand, handled fatherhood in a more relaxed and snarky but loving point of view. Danny would randomly start flying through their house, with Kon walking underneath him in case he fell and shout, "To the stars, my spaceman!" while sipping coffee, finding it hilarious how his usually smug husband was reduced to a mother-hen.

Danny responded by making rocket ship sounds and soaring a little faster, and Kon fretted a bit more. Tim could spend the rest of his life watching them.

That didn't mean he would, seeing as life needed to move forward, and being a father didn't mean he stopped being Tim. They needed some time for being a couple as well.

This is why they contacted Tim's siblings to ask for a favor one weekend in late spring.

Dick had agreed to watch his nephew and littlest brother- Jarro- while Tim and Kon went on a romantic getaway weekend. It was a test run for the two men's honeymoon that was set to be in about six months, while also a chance for Danny to bond with his family.

Their elopement had been rather rushed, and Danny running around made it hard for them to actually have time as a couple after their marriage. Tim had created their child in a grief induce craze after all.

Kon insisted that Tim included every possible test result and likely meta-gene sighting in the binder they left that held everything Dick needed to know about Danny. It was a sizeable three-inch binder, organized by several tabs and sheets, which took Dick a whooping hour and a half to get through, but he will read every single sentence because he loves his nephew.

He's currently mid-way on "Passtime and approved hobbies." Kon had written five times that crime fighting and sneaking out to take photos was not child age-appropriate, but Tim added, "If he has an uncle or aunt with him, it's fine" in Parathas.

"Watch this!" Jarro crowed, springing in place before flinging himself across Dick's living room in a rapid side-ways spin. "Ninja-Star!

Danny cheered from the floor, jumping up and down. "Ninja-Star! Ninja-Jarro!"

Dick grins, taking a quick video to send to Damian with the words They want to be like you."

He gets back a rapid Naturaly

Despite being a one-word reply, he knows that his brother is beaming somewhere on Gotham Acadmey's open field.

"Ice-mage!" Danny yells suddenly. Dick snaps his head up from his phone at once. Usually, when kids scream nonsense like that, it's make-believe, but with these two, it was best to be safe than sorry.

Yup, ice is now covering every inch of his living room floor. He winces, and there goes his safety deposit. "Danny, where did the ice come from"

"Duh Uncle Dick, it's my ice magic!" Danny calls back, sliding across the floor with a giggle. Jarro rides on his head, one little limb stretched out as he war cries.

Dick fights the urge to sigh. "I know that, darling. I meant did you make it with your freeze breath or?"

"I made it like this." Danny does a strnge twirling of his fingers over eacother before a ice slide appears at the end of the couch. Danny climbs over the arm rest to reach it and slide down, with a burst of more giggles.

Dick nods, humming in the back of his throat as he flips the binder to the back page and pens in "Ice-based meta gene."

He pauses at the sight of Alfred's neat and perfect penmenship with the words "Density shifting- Young Master Danny flouted down into the cave to help me clean. He's very well-mannered, likely from his Kent side. Heaven knows he didn't inherent it from this family."

Dick winces even more. He can practically hear Alfred's accented No one helps me in this damn house. He should go over tonight to redo the Batcave's invintory and maybe shine up the Batcars.

"Uncle Dick, can we watch Frozen!?"

After an excellent movie with his baby brother and little nephew.

[tojisxslvt]

Make up, or break up.

Summary: Toji comes home from a long day at work his mood completely off, yes Toji said whatever he wanted at all times but today he was unusually snappy, the last thing he said, had Y/n on the verge of giving up their relationship completely.

First person and sometimes Toji’s point of view and I dunno I say “You” sometimes but mostly in first person, try not to get confused.

Warning-degrading words, cursing, again Toji because he is a warning himself. Ykm by now I’m writing the most stomach turning smut there is for Toji.

A/N-I don’t feel like proof reading much but, I’ll do it enough.

Enjoy my little dilf lovers 😭

Despite how slow today was, the sun seemed to go down a lot faster than it usual does. Toji still not being home while the kids destroyed our home, Toji brought them a can of silly string and now the couch and floor was covered with a silly slippery messy.

“Gumi!” I scold looking at the boy, whom of course answered with a shrug and a monotone expression his older sister smiling up at me, “we had a silly fight!” She insists answering for her brother making me huff angrily trying to get a grip.

“And you’ve made a silly mess! How are we gonna clean it?” Miki smiled while I pushed my hands through my hair finally scrubbing half of the goo off my couch with a scowl the kids going in the guest bedroom I had for them until things were final and I moved with Toji, which was a process itself.

Once I hear keys twist the door opened I perk up to see my tall muscular boyfriend walking into the house, instantly pushing his index finger into the loop of his tie, something was unusual about him, but it always was, I smile “welcome back how was work?” I ask, but Toji walked right by me after closing the door.

I blink turning my head to him “Toji?” I ask but he simply kicks off his shoes pulling the tie off completely, “Toji.” I say putting the rag down, he huffs in annoyance walking back towards the room “Fushiguro!” I yell causing him to snap his head toward me shooting me a cold look, “what.” He said, me hearing in his voice that he tried his hardest not to yell.

“You don’t hear me talking to you?” I say feeling offended by his response, his stare turns into a glare “Toji!” “Fuck off alright?! Just leave me the fuck alone!” He yells slamming his fist into the wall, “what the fuck is your problem! Don’t bring your nasty ass attitude here!” I yell feeling his anger latch onto me.

No way was I going to allow him to speak like this in my house, “oh shut up, if you would have just gave me a few fucking minutes to wind down! Yet you wanna have a whole conversation when it’s obvious I’m not in the fucking mood!” He shouts his fist balled, “when I speak to you! You speak the fuck back!” I say pointing at him.

“I don’t have to do shit fuck off.” He said bluntly, he then, walks away telling the kids to “get ready,” before putting all of his things back on, was he really leaving? I stand there watching him not knowing what to do as he pulled his shoes on and grabbed his Keys brushing past me.

“Toji..” I muttered clenching my fist tightly but he simply ignored me firing up my anger even more “you know what? You wanna go?! Then fucking go and don’t come back!” I shout having him pick Miki up saying simply “shut up.” Before him Tsumiki and Megumi leave out of the door.

I walk into my room slamming my door pissed, I didn’t do anything for him to blow up like that, I do so much without so much as a single glance of annoyance and he has the nerve to look at me with evil and annoyed eyes?

I flop onto my bed burying my face Into a pillow that smelled just like him, and finally the tears, I couldn’t believe this was happening then came the guilt, maybe I should have just left him alone.

After a while I pass out in a pool of my own tears.

Toji walks back into the house food in hand,after maybe about three hours “go on walk in,” he instructed the kids as he held the door opened for the little munchkins that ran in he huffed closing the door behind him, his eyes Averted to the couch. Full of silly string mess.

He didn’t mean to go off on the girl, but sometimes his anger boiled over, a part of him Maturing he would always try to walk away. But today he blew up and he hated himself for it because out of all people, he blew up on you. He sighs putting the food down cleaning up the rest of the mess and when he was done he grabbed the food and walked into the room seeing you knocked out on the bed.

He softly comes up rubbing on my back with soft words as he pulled me into his chest after climbing into the bed, “I’m sorry [name..]” but when I opened my eyes I pushed against his chest coming to my senses, “get off of me,” I say trying to get out of bed but he just pulls me back.

“Please just relax,” “now you’re calm you wanna tell me to calm down?!” I say after sitting up, Toji huffs holding my wrist so I wouldn’t storm out “I know it was fucked up what I said, I didn’t mean to blow up like that..I’m telling you today..at work was rough, I walked away from you so I wouldn’t take it out on you..” he said pulling me closer.

I tear up and he pulls me into his chest, “I hate seeing you cry..” he admits cooing as he rocked with me “and knowing that I’m the one that made you cry makes this worse…” he said holding me tightly, his rough voice so soft as he spoke to me.

“Toji let me go..” “no.” He said “relax, you’re really starting to piss me off, can’t you see that I’m sorry,” he said his soft voice going back to being rough quickly.

I glare at him, of course I wanted to crumble at his very touch, but I didn’t want him to think I was that easy. “You think I give a fuck about pissing you off?!” I yell standing walking towards the door. Toji stands quickly pulling me towards him but I pull away “clearly not, whatever you want to do or say, say it here don’t take the shit out in front of my kids.” He instructed causing me to snatch my hand away.

“I’ll say whatever the fuck I want in my house!” I yell Toji’s grip on my arm tightens “I don’t give a shit what you do in your house. But when my kids are here try to act like a fucking adult,” he said his patient soft voice Turing back into the same rough voice that started all of this. I try to snatch my hand away but he simply pulls me by my waist.

“You’re so fucking stubborn..” he said lifting my chin kissing my lips instantly shoving his tongue into my mouth; I melted gripping onto his shirt and in frustration I fought his tongue, but of course he won, grabbing the back of my head to hold me there as he sucked on my tongue maintaining eye contact.

I shiver feeling him pull back and instantly when he does I reach down unbuckling his pants, “instead of having an attitude all you had to do was ask for it~” he says keeping the eye contact that made my soul burn, he closes in the space taking a soft nibble of my bottom lip, while I reach my hand into his pants feeling just how hard he was.

Toji pulls back looking down at my hand lifting his shirt a bit revealing his toned torso, he bit his lip as I dropped to my knees, “you’re already so hard..~” I whispered as he helped me pull his boxers down just enough to where his cock sprung out.

I whimpered at the radiating heat I felt, “what can I say…arguing turns me on..~” he said pushing the tip of his dick against my lips, “open.” He demanded causing my mouth to open without a second thought taking only half of him in as the tip already touched the back of my throat causing my eyes to water, Toji gripped my hair as I wrapped my hand around whatever I couldn’t fit.

I crawl closer on my knees bobbing my head watching the part I was sucking glisten in the light with my spit while the part I couldn’t fit stay completely dried.

Toji took a breath “thaaat’s it..~” he mumbled out leaning his head back as he started to thrust up into my mouth causing me to hold his legs in a way to keep my balance. He starts to buck his hips faster, my chest heaving as I gag, I moan out bobbing my head again rubbing whatever I couldn’t fit in my mouth.

Toji pulled back panting as he looked down at my teary eyes drool seeping down my chin, “Toji..~” I start, “yeah yeah..” he said picking me up laying me on the bed my face pushed into the pillow. He yanks my pants and panties off causing me to yelp, he then pulls off his shirt watching how I rocked from side to side, my ass in the air, “please don’t make me wait..~” I say looking back at him.

Toji smirks and simply kisses my lower back jerking himself off mixing in my spit with his precum, he pulled my waist roughly pushing himself into me, I hiss biting hard on my lip as I pull the sheets off the corner of the bed from balling it up in my hand fight back a scream, “I know mama…I know..~” he cooed pulling back just to thrust his cock deeper into me. “Jussst let it out..~”

I let my lip go panting out long stands of moans “fuck! Toj-“ I cut myself off burying my face into the pillow as he leaned down holding his upper body up with his fist digging into the mattress.

Toji leaned down when he noticed my reactions, “look back at me baby..~ watch me..~” he added with a Smirk turning my head from the pillow peering down into my eyes, causing me to clench around him tighter, he’s so fucking sexy, and he knows it.

He leans down to me rolling his hips into a spot that made my body quiver, he lays his forehead on the side of my head panting into my ear causing me to whine out with each thrust.

“To..haa~ pleas..mph..~” I moan out failing to warn him about the climax I was quickly approaching yet the constant pounding in my spot wouldn’t allow me to think straight. Toji kisses my ear whispering, “go on..use your words..you had no problem doing so earlier right..~” he coos out through pants right into my ear.

I moan out loudly into the pillow hearing him chuckle ontop of me as I lift my head to catch my breath feeling my pussy squirt when he pulls out flipping me on my back wasting no time to shove himself inside of me causing me cover my mouth screaming out into my arm.

Toji looked down at me eyes low and lust filled as he grabbed both of my arms pinning them to the bed, “what’s wrong with being loud now huh..? What happened to saying whatever the fuck you want in your house hm?~” he said his breath shaky I arch my back my mouth hanging open as my head hit the headboard with each thrust.

“I’m close..~” I pant out as he leans down to me pecking my lips as he bucked his hips roughly into me, “I dunno mama..you haven’t been very good to me~” He said chuckling against my lips as my legs shivered against his waist.

“I’m..~ mm! I’m sorry please..~” I say into his ear burying my fingers into his hair as he rested his head onto my shoulder, Toji pushed his head into my neck sucking harshly on my neck, causing me to shiver even more moving my head so he had more room, but that only made him suck in a new spot as he slammed into me causing my head to spin.

“Toji please! I’m so close just let me..~” “at the same time then princess..mm..” he groaned a bit telling me he was close, he then lifted up pushing my leg up as he pushed into me roughly the sounds we made together would make anyone who could hear us feel embarrassed to even hear it.

I claw at the back of his hand that was holding my thighs tightly as I whine turning my head into the pillow biting on it as I let out multiple strings of moans and whimpers and finally he pushed in two more times before cumming into me deeply.

Instantly I cum as well pushing whatever was inside of me out in a mixture of our own cum.

Toji looks down at me with a cheeky grin dropping my legs just for me to wrap my legs around his waist pulling him down he smiles laying his head in my chest as I shivered under him panting resting my hand into his hair.

He hums kissing my breast, nuzzling his head between them, I blink my legs shaking while they were wrapped around him.

I really was sorry, I guess.

[sunlightmurdock]

Ok rooster & mav's daughter...maybe they're just hooking up currently but she's been in the trenches with her feelings for him for yearsss and then he gets hurt or something during training & she's a mess and mav says he's going to be ok but she's so torn up and it forces them to DTR right in front of mav who is confused beyond belief & not angry yet because of the shock

Omg omg yes!! So I’m just imagining a scenario in which Bradley’s in the hospital after a big accident and Maverick has been sat in the waiting area for like eighteen hours straight, waiting for Bradley to be allowed visitors after an emergency surgery

And you’re there sat beside Maverick feeling sick to your stomach because you straight up just almost lost the love of your life and can’t say anything about it, and it’s been absolutely eating you up inside, to the point that you just can’t hold it in anymore.

So finally you let out a really big breath and put your head in your hands and say, “Dad, I need to talk to you about something.”

But maverick is too busy staring at the door to Bradley’s room and gnawing at his nails to notice. So, you try again, just a little louder.

“Dad. I need to talk to you about something important.”

Maverick’s brows crease together as he cranes his neck to watch the doctors speaking together in Bradley’s hospital room. Your heart feels like it’s in your throat and you feel like you’re going to explode if you don’t get this off of your chest.

“Mav. I need to tell you something important, right now.” But it’s too late, because a doctor just left Bradley’s room and Maverick leaps to his feet as they start to walk over to the two of you.

The doctor smiles politely.

“He’s awake, he’s doing well, but he’s very tired from the medication,” And then he turns his attention towards you, smiling sincerely as he nods in your direction. “He’s asking for you.”

And your eyes just go wide. Maverick’s head whips around, looking swiftly between you and the doctor.

“For — For her? — For you? Why would he be asking for you?” Maverick stumbles, the colour draining from his face. He starts speaking faster and faster and you just know that he’s on the verge of losing it.

You’re stuck, holding your breath for a second as you try to figure out how to approach this topic. Unfortunately, you handle stressful conversations about as well as Maverick does, and you pick the ‘rip it off like a band-aid’ approach.

Taking a big, deep breath, you pause for just a second before letting it all go. “I’ve-been-sleeping-with-Rooster-for-a-year-and-a-half. Sorry, dad.”

Maverick is never rendered speechless for long. There’s a split second where he’s shocked into silence, just staring at you, and you use that to your full advantage. He’s left behind as you duck around him and rush for Bradley’s room. He stares back at the doctor in front of them, both dumbfounded by what you just said.

You slow down as you walk into Bradley’s room, sucking in a sharp breath as your hands fly up to cover your mouth.

He smiles weakly, his face battered, bruised and cut up. His hands, his knuckles, his arms. You know he must be in so much pain under all of that morphine. He swallows, “Hey, baby.”

“Rooster, you big dumb idiot.” You whimper, rushing for him and crawling into the bed beside him. He groans softly and you remind yourself to be gentle. You’ve never had to be gentle with him before. “Oh my god, look at you.”

“I’ll be alright.” He tells you, his eyelids heavy from all of the medication that he’s on.

Blinking back tears, you swallow thickly. “I thought I was going to lose you.”

Bradley’s brows knit together as much as they can without causing pain, he gives a small shake of his head and lifts his hand as much as he can with the broken ribs. You lean closer so that he can hold your cheek in his palm.

“I thought about you. The last thing I remember thinking is that I just couldn’t do this to you.” He admits quietly. You can hear a small tremble in his always strong voice. You look up at him, eyes brimming with tears. Faintly, you can hear Maverick being told to calm down in the hallway. Bradley’s drugged up enough to not have noticed yet.

You lift your hand to touch him and pull it swiftly back to your chest. You’re not sure what you can touch anymore, what won’t hurt.

“I love you.” Bradley mumbles. He takes a big breath, the first one he has been able to take since the accident that isn’t painful. Modern medicine is incredible. His hand drops from your cheek and wraps around yours. You take his hand in both of yours and bring it up to your lips, gently kissing his knuckles.

“You’re just loopy. It’s okay.” You whisper, hoping that really he isn’t. He closes his eyes and gives a tired shake of his head.

“I feel so fucking tired,” He mumbles. He gives your hand a small squeeze. “Promise you won’t leave.”

Your eyes widen as you hear the door push open behind you. Maverick stands in the doorway, his eyes widening as he takes in the sight of you two so close together. He’s still processing.

Slowly, you turn your attention back to Bradley and lift one of your hands to gently smooth his hair back. He leans into your touch.

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” You kiss his knuckles softly once more and Bradley hums happily.

“I’m not loopy. I do…” He stops and inhales tiredly, not quite a yawn. He’s beyond exhausted, he doesn’t even notice Maverick’s presence. “I do love you. I have. I did — before this.”

Blinking back tears, you rest your cheek against his hand once more. You lower your voice to a whisper, so that this moment is just for the two of you. “I love you too.”

He’s back to sleep quickly. You stroke softly at his hair, keeping your fingers entwined wit his as you shift delicately to turn around to look at your furious father.

“Not now, Mav.” You breathe out, quiet.

Maverick shakes his head. “No. You’re right. Not now. But we’re going to talk about this. We’re going to have a big conversation about this.”

He walks slowly into the room and settles into the chair beside Bradley’s bed. His hands curl into fists, you watch him prop his chin on one and turn back to check on Bradley.

“He’s lucky he’s already in the hospital.” Maverick mutters bitterly.

“Dad.” You warn, turning quickly and shooting him a swift glare. He sits back and folds his arms over his chest.

[badbtssmut]

bts ot7 x reader free use ? and at the end they let her get fcked by the staff of hybe

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“Dirty girl. Just look at you moaning like that. You love those cocks inside of you, don’t you?” Namjoon’s hand rested on the back of your head as you took his cock inside of your mouth.

Your eyes closed as you relaxed and took him in as far as you could. The sounds you were making were muffled by the cock inside of your mouth but the vibrations must have been enough for Namjoon as his breathing began to increase.

Underneath you was Hoseok who didn’t make a noise, instead his head was thrown back as you bounced on his cock, a smile on his face as he sat there with closed eyes.

From behind, was Jungkook who was thrusting into your ass with quick, strong thrusts. The force caused you to rock forward and deep throat Namjoon who seemed to be enjoying the new sensation.

The three of them fucked you, one in your ass, another in your mouth and another in your pussy, over and over. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping skin, the sound of your muffled moans, the sound of you trying not to gag, the sounds of their grunts and groans, the wet sounds of the cock fucking your pussy and the sucking sounds coming from your mouth.

The others already had their turns, their cum coating your body and face. You had lost count of how many times you had come. The guys loved fucking you, and you loved getting fucked by them.

Your head began to swim as they continued to fuck you, pushing you to your limit. The feeling of being fucked at both ends was absolutely amazing.

You heard a loud grunt from behind, and Jungkook came undone, filling you up before he pulled away.

One of the staff members, the camera man, inched closer, and him and Namjoon made eye contact before looking over at you, and you nodded. At which Namjoon pulled out of you and went to your back, inserting himself into your ass.

The cameraman quickly pulled down his pants and grabbed into your face, guiding his cock to your mouth, eager to have you suck him off after watching all the guys take their turns.

As Namjoon fucked your ass, you sucked on the cock inside your mouth.

The door opened and one of the event managers walked in. “We will need to move to the next schedule in about half an hour.” She said, not acknowledging what was happening in front of her. She left the room without another word.

At that, Hoseok started to thrust faster: harder, driving you crazy. Namjoon reached under and began to rub your clit, moving in time with Hoseok.

That did it, you came again, tightening around Namjoon.

The men began to come undone, grunting and groaning and moaning your names.

Namjoon and Hoseok filled you up before they moved away, the camera man whose cock you were sucking, now moved to underneath you, gripping onto your hips as he slammed you down on his cock.

The audio staff member, and the supporting camera man also hurried over, burying the empty holes with their desperate cocks.

“You’ll have fun with them, alright?” Jimin smiled as he kissed your lips before pulling away.

Your head was spinning and your legs were shaking. The guys filled you up again, and again, and again. Your body couldn't handle the stimulation, and you felt like you would pass out but the feeling of the cocks inside of you kept you awake. It was neverending, this supply of cock, when a group of staff members were done, the next groups were waiting in line.

After the guys left you kept on fucking the staff members, sucking them off, using your pussy and mouth on them to get them off. You weren’t sure when, but after a while, Seokjin walked into the staff room.

“I’m here to pick y/n up.” He said with a smile as he gathered your clothes. You were completely spent by that point, the stimulation had worn you down, but the constant fucking from the staff had kept you going.

“Please, just five more minutes?” The man balls deep into you pleaded with Seokjin.

Seokjin shook his head. He didn't mind the fact that the men had been using your body, but enough was enough, and he could tell you were exhausted now.

He guided you away from the cocks inside of you and he picked you up and sat you down on a nearby sofa, putting some clothes on you before he carried you out of the room.

You smiled and rested your head on his shoulder. You were so exhausted.

“Did you have a good day?” He asked.

“It was amazing.”

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Drabble-A-Thon Prompt #14

Pairing: ShigaDabi

Rating: Explicit

Prompt: Octopus!Shig/Human!Dabi from this post

Contents: Character Death (Minor character, off-screen), Suicide Idolization, Suicide Attempt (drowning), Dub Con, Fuck Or Die, Tentacle Sex, Anal Sex, Breath Play (Drowning), Fear Play

He already nearly killed himself by burning, how bad could it be to do it intentionally this time by drowning? Standing on the precipice of the ocean with that in mind makes the chilled air and choppy water of early spring feel all the more desolate and cruel. Dabi didn’t think he wanted to die. He wanted to come back as a ghost to haunt his father, the skeleton in his closet that had sharpened his ribs to knives and slit his throat in a display for all the world to see. 

And then Enji had gone and died without his permission. 

Dabi goes over that fight again and again. He doesn’t know how it could happen. How he could have gotten overwhelmed, which blow must have caused the internal organ damage that had gone unnoticed at the end of the fight, and only killed him half an hour later when he was helping the police save people from the rubble that the ambulances on site couldn’t help with. He’d needed an OR twenty minutes before, and he died before he even knew there was something wrong. He’d died and stolen away Dabi’s revenge the same way he stole everything else. 

Today is the funeral. He thought about showing up anyway, thought about burning his corpse, and standing on the ashes, and screaming to the whole world what Enji Todoroki had done to him. But what would really be the point? His father died saving people. He had no evidence of his claims, and his siblings wouldn’t know him anymore. Enji Todoroki died too soon and now Dabi doesn’t know if he’s supposed to die too. 

The water is cold as he takes his first few steps into it, fully clothed, but his quirk rushes up to meet the chill, keeping him insulated against it as his body seems to want him to live. He keeps walking anyway. Knees, hips, waist, shoulders. He’s treading water when he gets that far out. All he has to do is stop. He just has to let a wave crash over him and take a deep breath. He doesn’t think that this will hurt nearly as much as burning. 

But he stays there, treading water, for a long time. His thoughts ebb and flow like  the water around him, and he can’t find a way to move forward. He can’t even decide if he should try or if he should just make it all stop. 

He still screams when something coils around his ankle tightly and drags him through the waves, seeming to make the choice for him as he can’t keep his limbs coordinated and his head slips under the waves, blasting him with icy water. 

Dabi is sputtering when he comes back up from the dark, saltwater burning in his eyes and nose, and hands gripping him tightly around his arms as he tries to get his bearings. He’s not expecting for a white-haired man with bright red eyes to be looking at him with such naked fury and disgust as he holds him tight and forces him to stay afloat. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He snarls.

“Let go of me,” He tries to raise a hand, raise his temperature, but his skin is so chilled by the water, so soaked by every wave that crashes against their bodies, that he can’t actually light himself on fire. 

“So you can kill yourself? On my beach? No.” Dabi thinks the man is going to kill him himself when he holds onto him tightly, one of those strange iron-clad coils around his waist, and he drags him through the water faster than Dabi has ever been able to swim on his own, until he’s suddenly being hit by much choppier waves and he’s sumbling as he ends up fumbling through as much sand as he is water. The man shoves him hard up onto the shore and Dabi is coughing water from his throat as he lands hard against the sand, turning back to look at him. It’s only as the tide pulls the ocean back in preparation for spraying them both again that he sees that a scarred, pale, muscled chest makes way for smooth black skin at his waist and a mess of tentacles beneath. He slips back into deeper waters and calls back to him, expression grim and angry, “If you want to die, do it somewhere else,” Before he ducks back into the water and disappears. 

And for the first time since the news broke, Dabi doesn’t have a single thought about Enji Todoroki in his head. 

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Dabi goes back to his apartment that day. He’s dry by the time he gets there, and he doesn’t turn on the TV to see what the news says about his father’s funeral. That guy must have been a heteromorph. He had to have been. He couldn’t have had an actual run-in with an actual mermaid– merman?-- or something. Right? He’s sure he couldn’t have. 

But it doesn’t stop him from going back the next day too. The strip of beach he chose is off of the edge of a cliff, the water too dangerous here for swimming, and a good section of the beach is completely blocked from sight because of the way the cliff overhangs it. Dabi thought it would be a good place to go if he didn’t want anyone to see him or try to stop him. And the next day, he doesn’t know if it’s more curiosity or despair driving his actions when he walks right back into the cold waves, but it’s some sort of awe when the same octopus-man as before finds him and sneers, dragging him back up to the beach and telling him to fuck off. 

He does it again the next day, and the next, and the next. 

A month passes like this. Dabi uses his morning ‘swims’ as a heavy tarp over the agony and rage he feels in his veins every time he thinks of his father. He gets a bathing suit that he wears as spring turns to summer and starts to warm the water, and the strange man who keeps stopping him from drowning, stops snarling at him, and starts looking at him with some kind of curiosity, that the self-destructive thing inside of him tells him to stick around for. His self-preservation burned alive when he was twelve. 

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It’s going to rain today. A heavy thunderstorm that is brewing and already making the waves so much choppier than normal that Dabi doesn’t risk going any further than waist deep when he goes out into the water for his morning swim. The white-haired man slips through the water, closer, circling him, but not breaching the surface yet, but Dabi waits. He always comes up, always pushes and pulls at his skin before he drags him back up the beach before he disappears in the dark water again. 

But he lingers around Dabi for a lot longer today, and when he does come close, he doesn’t show his face, watching him from under the waves as his tentacles move to twist around Dabi’s legs. He shivers. He never gets used to the sensation of those, the suckers always putting little points of suction against his skin, and the entire length of the appendages always feeling unnaturally slick and cold as they move. But he’s been touched by this man plenty of times. He knows what to expect. 

Until he doesn’t. 

Dabi yelps, and rears back when the other creature brings a tentacle up his thigh, slithering up the trunk of his swimsuit deliberately. He’s not expecting the other to take advantage of him when he’s off-balance, but he pushes him over as he does, making Dabi fall back and his head go under. The water rushes over his face and he thrashes as his breath is suddenly taken away from him, trying to regain his footing. But the octopus-man doesn’t let him. He pins him into the sand, his torso solid over him as he holds him down, as his tentacles wrap around his legs, having more than enough of them to hold him in place and more to pull his trunks halfway down his thighs. Panic surges through him, but before he can try for his quirk, the other man pushes his head down below the water, mouth sealing against his as the saltwater floods his nose and eyes. It’s instinctive for Dabi to bite at his lips, hard enough that he tastes the barest flicker of blood among the briny water before it has pulled away from him again. 

The octopus-man pulls back too red eyes glaring at him, blood dripping down his lip as a tentacle presses up between his legs, suckers immediately latching onto his cock and balls with soft kisses that are sensations that might feel good if Dabi wasn’t filled with panic as he anticipates the next wave and whatever pain this monster might bring to him. “What is more important to you? Biting me, or breathing?”

He makes Dabi choose right then as he catches his lips again, just as the wave crests over them both. Dabi tries to push at his skin, tries to light up his quirk, but they’re both so soaked, and his body is so smothered that he can’t manage it. He bites him again anyway, too stubborn for it. The other man pulls away from him, and Dabi hopes to get some relief, but he’s strong and he uses one of his extra limbs to hold Dabi’s wrists tight, and uses his hands to hold him down below the water, even after the wave passes over them. Panic roars through his body as he does his best to get out of the grip, but he doesn’t manage it. He is held there, his chest aching for air, his heartbeat pounding in his ears, a burning that rivals the heat of his quirk is starting to scream through his body. 

He’s drowning. The creature who told him again and again that he wouldn’t be allowed to die on this beach is killing him.

Black spots burst across his vision and Dabi has one sharp moment of pure terror where he realizes that he doesn’t want this. He outlived his bastard father. He lived through someone that no one thought he could handle. He survived for eight years without anyone to rely on. He already was better than Enji Todoroki. He can’t kill him to prove that now, he just has to keep being better than him and stay alive. Show the world he has the most powerful fire quirk that exists. 

The octopus-man presses his lips back to his and licks at the seam of them, trying to get him to open. Dabi does, and his lungs fill with air as he breathes it into him. He is immediately dizzy from the relief, his body flooding with endorphins as the other creature doesn’t just give him his air, but licks inside and kisses him. He doesn’t think he means for his muscles to go slack with relief, doesn’t think he means for that spinning in his head to turn into some kind of distant pulse of pleasure, but he’s kissing him back, breathing through his indulgence as his extra limbs move between his legs. The air that he’s getting from the other is still thinner than he likes, he feels like he’s hiking at a high altitude, but he’s getting enough to survive, and that’s all he needs. 

The tentacle that rubs against his cock, teases him for a moment before it coils around his length as many times as the thick limb can, engulfing him from root to tip, and making Dabi even dizzier as he’s met with a pressure and texture unlike anything else he’s ever had against him there. He doesn’t mean to moan, but it… feels good. His cock is starting to harden. 

The other pulls him up from the sand enough for his head to breach the water, and parts from his lips, letting Dabi take in as many deep, gasping breaths as he can before the next wave comes. 

“I’m going to fuck you, or you’re going to drown like you’ve been trying for a month. Make your choice.” He lets go of Dabi’s hands, so confident that he won’t be able to get away no matter what he tries, and from how his limbs feel like steel cables around his body, Dabi doesn’t think he will either. 

And he can’t die now when he’s just decided how badly he wants to live. So when the next wave comes, Dabi reaches up and tangles his hands in the other’s long, wild hair, and yanks him back in to steal his breath again. 

Once he’s made his choice, the octopus-man doesn’t relent. He kisses him hard and deep, his hands roaming Dabi’s body, fingers finding the different textures of his skin, scars, and staples, as his tentacles tighten and stroke everywhere else along Dabi’s body. He never puts his whole hand against him, always only ghosting four fingers over his skin and Dabi isn’t sure if he’s ever touched him with all five at once. He isn’t sure if it’s the danger, the thinness of the air he’s getting, or the fear that is all going through him, but there is a heady cocktail that is spurring his arousal on. Every time he gets enough breath to waste, he’s moaning softly, whining as his hands end up pinned into the soft sand above his head, the grit of that against his scars irritating, but not something he can escape. He can’t escape anything that the other man decides to do with his body. 

Dabi isn’t sure if he wants to go slower or faster because his body is overwhelmed or if he just wants it to be over, but it doesn’t get any easier to determine when he feels one of the tentacles move up between his legs, pressing his cheeks open so that it can flick against his hole. The coldness of that appendage touching him there, the fear he’ll push it inside and tear him apart, make his muscles tighten, but through the water, he hears the octopus-man churr at him softly, his kiss going a little sweeter as he touches him. He moves slowly, working the tip around and against him, and Dabi only then realizes that it’s shaped differently than the other tentacles, seeming to taper but having a wider flare an inch or two from the tip before tapering again, curved up against his hole like a spoon. Not the same smoothe tapered shapes of his other limbs. Something different, something that secretes a fluid so viscous that it clings to him even through the unrelenting rhythm of the crashing waves, and makes him slick. A cock, or whatever the equivalent that octopus mermen have he supposes. 

The slickness and soft touches are enough for his muscles to relax, and Dabi lets out a soft whine against the other’s mouth as he starts to press inside. His tentacle is less rigid than a cock, and it is thin enough at the tip that he can take him without anything else. But he hasn’t fucked anyone in… a long time. Certainly never thought he would be in a position like this where he had to choose this or death.

He doesn’t want it to feel good, but the creature keeps every nerve of Dabi’s body alight as he starts to feed his cock inside, going deeper and deeper because there is so much of it. The tentacles around his cock squeeze and stroke him, his suckers kissing his length and everywhere else where their bodies are touching. His mouth stays on his, his tongue finding the places that take away the breath he’s supposed to be giving back to him. And when he’s got so much of his cock inside of him that Dabi thinks that he’s deeper than anyone else has ever gone, he starts to thicken the appendage. He knew that octopuses could change the girth of their limbs in some ways, but he didn’t know that they could do the same for their cock. The limb thickens and fills him even more, stretching his hole and not fucking him the way he’s used to, but moving inside him more like a finger, undulating and stroking his walls. When his strangely shaped head finds his prostate, he cups it over the gland and starts to pull and push against the layer of flesh and muscle separating it from his touch, until Dabi feels so sensitive that he’s twisting against him again, grinding more sand into his seams, and unable to care because he feels like he’s drowning in the pleasure of the touches as much as he was when he was being held beneath the water. 

It doesn’t take long against that onslaught of pleasure and terror for Dabi to lose it, his cock twitching in the creature’s grasp before he’s splashing his cum against the tentacle holding him tight. 

He knows that the other must be able to feel it because he can feel how burning hot his release is against his cool limb before the water takes that away too. And then he starts to move his cock inside of Dabi more deliberately, chasing his own pleasure. Dabi is already exhausted from what has happened, sapped from his orgasm, and much weaker than the octopus-creature. So the only surprise that comes when he pushes him back down beneath the waves and holds him there, is that he keeps his head above them, watching as Dabi realizes he’s not going to let him breathe. He’s going to kill him anyway. 

The terror of drowning comes back to him at full force and he tries to fight again, reaching out and trying to sink his fingers into the other’s gills, but he barely gets his hand on his skin before a tight four-fingered grip is pushing his wrists back into the sand. His body seizes up–

And he feels the tentacle inside of him twitch and then a thicker fluid than the water around them start to flood his walls as the appendage keeps moving in the same maddening rhythm. 

His lungs begin to burn again, stars bursting behind his eyes, and darkness starting to come in at the edge, his body begging him not to hold his breath anymore, while his brain screams that the relief will only exist for a split second and then there will be nothing–

And then he’s pulled up from the water, pulled up as the tentacles pull out of him and pull him away from where they were. Dabi struggles, unable to make sense of what’s happening until he’s being dropped onto the cold, wet sand where only an inch of water reaches as the waves roll in. The octopus man doesn’t stop. He keeps moving forward, and Dabi sees black tentacles come back together and morph into human legs, as scarred as his torso and arms. He gasps for breath, coughing up the water that still got into his mouth and nose from being held under, sure that his eyes would be streaming tears if he could do that from the fear and the burning salt water. 

The now-human man who Dabi is finally sure just has a strange quirk, half turns to him. 

“My name is Tomura Shigaraki. I saved your life, I spared it, now you’re going to share it with me.” His tone leaves no room for argument, and for a moment Dabi just stares at him. They’re out of the water now. He doesn’t have the advantage anymore. Dabi can light him on fire faster than he can close the meter of space between them. He could kill him for doing that to him. 

“Fuck you, I don’t owe you shit.” 

“We’ll work on your manners. Get up, I have more important places to be today.”

It still takes him a second, but Dabi pushes himself up from the sand, sure that he’s an absolute mess with it stuck to him, hoping that he’s not covered in a mixture of their cum as he tries to pull his trunks back up over his legs, though Shigaraki doesn’t seem to have any qualms about his own nakedness. “You’re a piece of fucking work, you know that?”

“Hurry up.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fucking going, I’d like to see you try to walk after taking your big fucking octopus dick up your ass.” He stumbles a little, but he does move up the beach towards the other man. “Who the fuck even are you?” 

“I already told you my name. You should learn some manners and give yours before asking me for more.” Once Dabi is at his side, he moves towards the cliff and Dabi hesitantly follows after him. 

“...You can call me ‘Dabi’.” 

“I’m going to be the most prolific supervillain in Japan.” He says as he leads Dabi to a small cave that he never even knew was here. There’s a towel, neat bundle of clothes folded there, and a slick black phone on top. He starts to dry off, wiping the sand from his skin as he turns red eyes on him again. “Is that going to be a problem, Dabi?” 

“...Works for me.” 

“Good boy. Come here, you’re a mess.” There’s a second towel and Shigaraki wraps his around his waist before reaching for it, his red, and the one that he uses to start to clean and dry Dabi’s skin blue. The touch is far, far more gentle than he would have expected as he starts to try and get the sand away from his seams. 

“Yeah, and who’s fault is that?” He grumbles. But he lets the other clean him, lets him dress and bundle Dabi in the towels as his body tries to warm itself after that chill, and then follows him to a car that’s been parked off the road a mile away. He lets him offer a hand as he climbs inside, and they drive away from the beach. 

It’s six years later as he’s lying against Tomura’s chest in their bed, Japan theirs at last, when he realizes that they never went back after that day. 

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Marlboro Red 100's (pt.1)

Daryl Dixon x FemReader

Modern/no apocalypse/no walkers AU

Word Count: 3765

Warnings: Mentions of smoking, fluffy-lovey-dovey crap, suggestive-ish, swearing, mention of slight age gap but no ages specified

(Pt.2)

A/N: This is like my second ever one shot I've posted to Tumblr pls enjoy and don't rip me to shreds <3

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1:30 to 2:00

2:00 to 3:00

Then 3:30 to 4:00

4:00 to 5:00

5:00 to 6:00

Your shift dragged on and on the more you glanced at the clock, watching the hands circle around and around, painfully slow. Six more hours. You could do six more hours of this, right? Monotonously scanning items and cashing out customers, fixing displays, cleaning spills, scrubbing toilets, checking inventory; all the wonders of being a minimum wage employee at a gas station corner store. Overworked and underpaid, a sentiment shared by many.

There’s handfuls of regulars at any retail store. Some are pleasant and will make small talk with you, asking about your life or commenting on the weather. Others, not so much. Men can be creepy and some people will share every detail of their life with you, whether you want to hear it or not.

There’s rare times, though, when there's a customer that you actually have genuine interest in talking to. Like today.

The door chime rang out through the desolate store, causing you to repeat your usual “Hi, how’re you?” and turn your gaze from your shift paperwork up to the front door. 

There stood a man, broad shoulders and shoulder length, dark hair. He wore dark jeans, heavy-looking boots and a leather vest over a flannel that had the sleeves torn off. His tan, muscular hands and arms were covered in what looked like motor oil. He wiped them on a red rag he took from his back pocket, shaking his hair out of his eyes. 

“Hey,” his voice was low and gruff with a bit of a southern accent, “you got a bathroom I could use?”

He raised his arms, showing you the mess on his large hands.

“Yeah, uh, right in the back, to the left.” you stammered, gesturing towards the back of the building.

You’d probably die before you told anyone this, but the whole hot mechanic look some guys came in with really got you going. Not often is there a good looking guy that comes in that you drool over, but every now and then there would be a mechanic or a construction guy or a painter who just looks dirty and you wanted them dirtier. It was weird, you didn't know why, but maybe it was just the idea that they weren't afraid to get their hands dirty, literally.

You watched this one walk to the back, eyes on his biceps. Oh, how you’d like to be nearly crushed between them. 

Seriously, being here so long with so little to do makes your mind wander just about anywhere and everywhere and half of what you did during your shift was daydream.

When he disappeared into the men’s room, you leaned against the cigarette wall behind the register, eyes scanning the parking lot outside the window. It was almost abandoned, except for an older man pumping gas into his Subaru and a worn-looking Harley Davidson motorcycle propped up out front.

“Of course he rides a motorcycle,” you mumbled to yourself, shaking your head with a little grin. He definitely seemed the type.

“Say somethin’, sweet ‘eart?” his voice startled you from your thoughts, noticing he’d already washed his hands and was now standing up against the counter.

You couldn’t help the light blush creeping across your face at the nickname, shaking your head and pointing outside, “just sayin’ I like your bike.”

You blinked at him from behind the register, watching his eyes almost light up at the mention of his prized possession. You could feel your heart beating faster at the scent of his cologne mixed with a little gasoline.

“Ain’t she beautiful? Just got done workin’ on ‘er, made a mess but it’s always worth it.” He grinned, glancing out the window at his bike.

“You new ‘round here? I’ve never seen you before,” you decided to blurt out, “think I’d remember ya’.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

“Not many new people come through here, is all.” you lied, so many different faces slid through every day, but you’d remember his because you’d think about it later with your hands between your thighs.

“Huh,” he hummed, “can I get a pack of the Marlboro red 100’s, darlin’?”

You nodded, turning around and reaching on your tiptoes to grab the pack of cigarettes from the top shelf. Had you been able to feel the way the man’s eyes traveled down from the top of your head to your heels, you would’ve melted into a puddle right there.

“Anythin’ else?” you asked, placing the cigarettes on the counter top.

“One more thing,” he said, handing you a twenty dollar bill, “what’s your name?”

You pointed to the name tag fastened to your shirt and he read it outloud, erupting butterflies in your stomach.

‘’I’m Daryl Dixon. And yeah, I’m new ‘round here. I’ll be back in though, you’ll see more of me.”

“You gonna be a regular?” you asked, crossing your arms and once again leaning against the wall of cigarettes after you handed him his change and closed the drawer.

“Hope so, only If i see more a’ you.” 

You rolled your eyes and tried to bite down the smile on your lips, failing miserably. 

“Uh-huh, I’m always here, Daryl Dixon,” You teased, letting his name roll off your tongue.

“Then I’ll be back for sure.” He flashed a sweet smile, tapped his hand on the counter and turned to leave. 

Once he was out the door, you watched him mount his bike, raking his hands through his hair and kicking up the side stand. As he pulled away, you felt the butterflies still flutter in circles in your stomach, your thoughts still focused on him.

You would see him again. It would be Daryl’s ritual to come in every Friday afternoon for a pack of Marlboro Red 100 cigarettes and sometimes a lighter. Truth was, even if his pack wasn’t empty yet, he’d still stop in every Friday afternoon just to see your pretty face and to watch you stretch the top shelf, his eyes raking over your shape. Jesus, he wanted you so badly it almost hurt, but he had no idea how to approach you about it, he didn’t even know much about you. Small things, like your family stuff and what you did for fun, but nothing much else. To make matters worse, he had to be at least 20 years older than you. What would you want with an old man like him?  

Was he really old? 

No, but he felt like it. 

Except for when he was lost in conversation with you.

 Every time he saw you, he felt as though there was no divide and you could’ve known each other years before, old friends meeting up every Friday for a couple months straight. He’d ask questions about you, what your favorite color was, your favorite animal, favorite song, movies, foods, anything he could learn about you, he absorbed like a dry sponge tossed into water. You’d always return the questions, ask him the same, and make mental notes of the answers, the same way he was.

On one sunny, dry, hot Friday afternoon, the door chimed and in walked your favorite regular, Daryl Dixon.

“Hey, honey,” He grinned your way, but instead of walking towards the counter as usual, he turned towards the cooler in the back.

“What, no cigarettes?” you pretended to be shocked, hand over your heart.

‘’I’m gettin’ a drink, hot as shit out there,” he replied, shaking his head and disappearing momentarily behind one of the shelves.

You smiled and rolled your eyes just as the door chimed again, another customer walking in. 

He was a short, scrawny guy who couldn't have been more than a couple years older than you. You said your usual greeting and he ignored you, walking up to the counter and simply stating a brand of cigarettes you assumed he wanted. Daryl got in line behind him just as you turned around and bent slightly to grab the pack of cigarettes on the lowest shelf.

From behind you, you heard a whistle.

You snapped back up, looking back and glaring at the asshole. He was chuckling to himself.

“Aw, c’mon, it was a compliment, baby, you got blessed back there,’’ He laughed.

“Fuck off,” you muttered, tossing the cigarettes onto the counter and swiping the scanner over them.

“What was that, babe?” He raised his eyebrows.

Daryl looked like he was about to explode, piping up from behind the guy, “you heard what she said, why don’t ‘cha? Fuck off.”

He nearly spat his words, seconds away from stepping between this douchebag and the counter.

“I ain’t gonna let no bitch talk to me like that,” He snarled, swiping the cigarettes off the counter.

‘’Alright, that’s it,” Daryl placed his drink on the counter and slid it to you, “hold that, sweetheart, okay?” before turning to the other man.

‘’Fuck you think you are, talkin’ to a lady like that? She ain’t no bitch, that’s you. Get the fuck on outta’ here.” He spat, roughly grabbing the younger man by the collar of his t-shirt and shoving him towards the door.

‘’She ain’t no lady-” the guy started, back to the door, but Daryl cut him off.

“She’s every bit a’ one, now get the hell out and leave ‘er alone before I kick your fuckin’ teeth in.” 

The guy tried to walk forward, but Daryl shoved him out through the door, onto the pavement. He scrambled up, seemingly too embarrassed to walk back in, and sped off. Daryl picked up the cigarettes from the floor where the guy had dropped them when he was shoved the first time and gently placed them onto the counter.

‘’You alright, honey? I’m sorry ‘bout him, fuckin’ asshole.”

You were just about breathless, a pit in your stomach and a tingle in your chest. You’d hate to admit it to yourself but the way he had defended you turned you on to almost no end. Your heart was beating a million times a minute, deafening in your ears as you blinked at his baby blue eyes.

You almost couldn’t speak, “ ‘m fine.”

“You sure?”

‘’Y-yeah, thank you.”

“Ain’t gotta thank me for nothin’, I’d never let some prick talk to ya’ like that.”

“Daryl?”

You had a bad idea, it was definitely bad and there's no way he’d say yes but your tongue was on a route that your brain couldn’t stop.

“Mhm?” he hummed in response, leaning on his forearms on the counter, so engaged in anything and everything you had to say.

Which made things so much worse for you.

“What are you doing tomorrow night? Are you busy?” you blurted.

Oh, this could be so, so bad.

“What?” He replied, steading himself to stand straight. 

Okay, yeah, bad.

“Nevermind, I’m sorry, I don’t know what I-”

“No, no, sorry for what? I ain’t busy tomorrow night, what were you gonna say?”

Daryl looked intrigued, if not a little confused.

“It was stupid, I was gonna ask if you, um, If you’d wanna maybe have dinner or somethin’. Like a date.” You managed to get out, picking at your fingernails with anxiety.

“I ain’t too old for ‘ya?” was the first thing from his mouth after a moment of tense silence.

“Too old?” you questioned, tilting your head, “I’m an adult, Daryl. You can’t be too old for me.”

He sighed, grinning and rubbing the back of his neck as relief filled his body.

“When you want me to pick you up, sweetheart?”

You smiled wide, feeling giddy like this was your very first date all over again.

“Let’s do six o’clock? Here, I’ll give you my address,” you find a piece of a scrapped receipt and scribble your address and phone number, handing it over to him.

He gladly accepts it, folding it and placing it in his jeans pocket.

Before you know it, it’s six o’clock the next evening and you're focused on yourself in the mirror. You’d worn your favorite outfit and done your hair, waiting anxiously for the doorbell.

At five minutes past six, it rang.

You excitedly scurried to the door, opening it to see a slightly nervous Daryl Dixon in his leather vest and flannel button down. 

He shook his hair out of his eyes to get a better look at you, making note of every curve and dip that made his head spin.

“You look…real, real pretty,” He managed to mumble out, having a hard time keeping his eyes on yours.

“You do, too,” you teased, stepping out into the evening air and closing the door behind you.

You followed Daryl to his motorcycle, your stomach turning with nerves.

“So where we headin’ off to?” you inquired, watching his broad shoulders in front of you.

“ ‘s a surprise. Figured I outta’ do somethin’ special for a girl like you.”

You blushed, shaking your head and only giggling in response.

“You alright gettin’ on the bike?” He asked sweetly, placing a gentle hand on your elbow.

You could melt under his calloused touch, instinctively leaning your body towards him.

“I should be alright, I think. Just never been on one before,” you caught your lower lip between your teeth.

He noticed the small nervous gesture, reaching over his bike and handing you the single helmet.

“You’re safe with me, alright? Hold on real tight and don’t let go, trust me, ain’t gonna let nothin’ happen to you,' ' He reassured you.

You hesitated for a moment before tugging the helmet on and letting Daryl help you on the motorcycle behind him. You wrapped your arms tight around his abdomen, leaning your weight on his back.

He was glad you were behind him so you couldn’t see the shade of pink his cheeks had turned or the way he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face even if he tried. You were significantly smaller in stature than he was and he adored the way your smaller arms wrapped tight around him.

“You ready, honey?” He kicked the side stand up, rearing the engine of the bike.

“Sure am, sugar,” You shot back.

His smile grew wider as you both started forward, wind through your clothes sending a light chill through you. The hum of the bike filled your ears as you watched your shadows dance upon the pavement, cast by the late afternoon sun.

Before you knew it, Daryl slowed the bike to a stop and turned to speak to you.

“Wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Nah,” you tried to act nonchalant, though your heart was beating like crazy as you handed him the helmet back, “it was fun.”

“So you’ll let me take ya’ out on it again?” 

“Well, I’ll have to if we’re gonna go on any more dates, huh?”

Daryl smiled at your quick response, hopping off the bike and helping you do the same.

You checked out your surroundings, a green and desolate park, open lawns with freshly mowed grass and large oak and willow trees.

“You take me here to kill me?” you joked, watching a dragonfly hover over the cement near your feet.

“Nah, cmon,” Daryl chuckled, waving his hand to motion you to follow him, “got somethin’ set up for ya’. Hope you don’t think it’s stupid, I ain’t ever really…’guess I’ve never been on a real date before, so I, uh…I don’t know, hope you like it, is all.”

His nervous babbling as you followed in his direction into the field of grass made you smile wide. 

“I’m sure whatever you got up your sleeve is -”

Words failed to form as you saw what he was leading you to. A blanket was laid out under the shade of a beautifully full weeping willow tree. Containers of all sorts of delicious foods were spread out along with a bottle of red wine and two glasses.

“Oh, Daryl, you did all this? For me?”

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to kiss him right there for being so damn sweet.

“Of course, for you,” Daryl smiled, taking a seat on the blanket and tapping the empty space next to him, “what other sweet lady would I do this for?”

You couldn’t hide the large smile spread across your face as you plopped yourself down next to him, taking in the array of foods.

“Wow, this is…you really out did yourself. This is perfect.” you assured him, taking note of the way he was scanning your features to see what you thought of his gesture.

“Think so? Just wanted to make it ‘nice as I could.” 

“Perfect, all of it.” You smiled and opened a container of strawberries, popping one in your mouth and offering some to Daryl.

He took one appreciatively, doing the same.

You had a mischievous idea and picked up a strawberry, offering it to Daryl, “Now is this the part of the date where you feed me strawberries like in the movies?”

You thought he’d laugh, shake off your joke in slight rejection and change the subject.

Instead, he gently took the fruit from your fingers, hovering it in front of your lips.

‘’Yeah? Go ahead.”

Your stomach did back flips and you could’ve sworn it tied itself in knots at his words.

Daryl was glad you didn’t seem to notice the way his hand started to shake.

You leaned in, slowly, and caught the fruit between your teeth. You kept your eyes on his as you bit down, pulling away to wipe the juice from your lips.

Unfortunately (or fortunately) for him, that was one of the hottest things he’d ever experienced in his life and he immediately went for the wine to calm his nerves. 

You watched him uncork the wine in his lap, noticing the slight bulge in the front of his jeans as he tried to hide it with the bottle, though it didn’t do much.

The way you had to do almost nothing but exist in his presence to make him excited had you biting down a smile, watching his hair fall in front of his face as he finally uncorked the bottle. As he poured your glass, you reached a delicate hand forward and brushed the hair from his face and tucked it behind his ear. His eyes shot up to yours, lost in the way the sun hit them and made the color even more stunning.

You were beautiful, ethereal, an angel on earth he had been blessed to be touched by.

And you made him spill the wine.

“S-shit, sorry, I shoulda’ been lookin’, too distracted,” He laughed a little, glancing at the stain of red wine on the blanket.

‘’Distracted with what?” You teased, grabbing the bottle from his hands to pour him his own glass.

“How am I supposed to pay attention when there’s a pretty girl like you lookin’ at me like that?”

“Like what? I’m just lookin’ at you!” You giggled, going to hand him his wine glass.

“Like that!” he exclaimed with a smile, gesturing with his free hand as he took the glass from you, “with them beautiful damn eyes and that pretty smile and that gorgeous face, drivin’ me damn near insane.”

“Oh, please, you say it to flatter me,” you shook your head and laughed, taking a sip from your glass.

  “Nah, but if you wanna feel flattered, I’ll sure keep tryin’,” He said, doing the same, “but it ain’t flattery if it’s true.”

You playfully rolled your eyes and had another snack. Daryl sat back against the tree and watched you intently, your lips, nose, jaw, hair, hands, every bit of you. 

“You wanna know somethin’?” He said, gaining your attention.

“Hm?”

“I don’t really go through a pack of smokes a week. I just come in every Friday to see you. I like seein’ your pretty face and I like seein’ you reach up to grab ‘em from the top shelf. It’s cute.”

It felt like he knocked the wind right out of you. He really was too damn sweet.

“And I like talkin’ to ya’, like knowin’ more about ya’. Could talk to you for hours.” he added in admission, smiling in adoration at you.

It was almost too much. 

“Daryl?”

He sat up, leaning towards you, “Yeah, sweetheart?”

“I want you to kiss me,” you sighed, watching his eyes change, “please, kiss me.”

He wasted no time in placing a gentle hand on the back of your neck and connecting his lips with yours. His lips were soft against yours and tasted of strawberries and wine and cigarettes. His breathing was soft against your cheek as he deepened the kiss, placing his other hand on your waist and absentmindedly tracing circles with his fingers. Your hands were both in his hair, twirling his locks around your fingers. You both eventually broke apart to gaze at each other, breathless and giddy like teenagers.

“I like you a lot, Daryl.” you admitted, again playing with his hair. He leaned into your touch.

“I like you more.” He smiled, fingers still tracing patterns on your waist.

“Oh, you wanna start that fight?” you teased.

“Only if we can make up at the end,” He smiled.

You kissed him again, this time adjusting yourself to be nearly square on his lap. His breathing hitched and he gazed up at you, swiping gently at the hair that had fallen in front of your face.

“Show me how much you like me.” Was all you had to say to have Daryl’s tongue in your mouth, swiping lovingly and softly. 

His hands caressed from your shoulder blades down your back to the sides of your hips, kneading your thighs while you tangled your fingers in his hair. He pulled away just an inch to kiss along your jaw and down your neck, biting and sucking softly, earning small mews and moans from you. You mumbled his name in ecstacy, making him groan against your neck. He continued to kiss back up your neck and jaw to once again meet your mouth, using one hand on the back of your neck to keep you as close against him as you could get.

When you two finally broke away from each other, reluctantly, neither of you could wipe the smiles from your faces.

It was no surprise then, when he dropped you home later and walked you to your door, that you both agreed to a second date.

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wooooo pt2 coming eventually!

[bts-0t-7]

So What? | MYG | Chapter 8

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader 

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

WC: 2.4K

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @rkivemaar @ldysmfrst @codeinebelle

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A pounding headache, aching limbs, and stiff neck were not how you hoped to wake up. It felt like you drank five cans of beer and downed the whole rainbow shot. You groaned, pulling yourself into a sitting position at the head of the bed. All you remember was getting really sick and blacking out many times. Your fevers had a way of spiking and scaring even yourself. 

You sighed and looked around your room. At least it was neat. Seokjin must have cleaned it while you were bedridden. You took the thermometer across your bed and measured your temperature. 

36.8°C.

Exactly how long were you out of it? You got out of bed and headed over to the washroom to clean up. You felt like shit and you needed all the accumulated sweat to be scrubbed off your body. Seokjin wouldn’t have bathed you, you rolled your eyes. You had to get something for your brother to thank him for coming over. Working extra hours isn’t going to cut it - mainly cause you don’t want to work those extra hours. You’d rather be home snuggled up and lazing about. 

You sloshed around the water on the floor of the shower room and lathered your shampoo, figuring it would be best to not take too long to shower. You just got better - at least you hoped - and you weren’t about to get sick from the cold just because you wanted to soak. 

Quickly drying yourself with a towel, you headed over to the connecting wardrobe, pulling on some comfy clothes and doing your skincare routine. You weren’t a girl who puts on makeup at home but you knew a thing or two about taking care of your skin. 

As you rubbed in your moisturiser and walked out of your room, you spotted many things at once. Hoseok was sleeping with his legs up in the air on your sofa and it seemed that Yoongi’s doctors were here as well, and Seokjin was teaching an unknown voice something in the kitchen. You cautiously walked to the kitchen and saw both of them wearing aprons, a random male was busy on the chopping board while Seokjin was busy stirring some stew and giving him instructions at the same time. 

You walked into the kitchen and headed straight for the medicine cabinet. “Well, isn’t this a sight to see?”

Both males whipped their heads towards you. 

“I didn’t realise you were up already. I’m sorry, I should’ve paid more attention.” The male held his head down, hands wringing themselves tangled in front of him. 

It only now did you realise the tail in between his legs and the two fluffy ears pressed down against his jet-black hair. 

You paused, hands automatically moving to his hair. “Yoongi?” You breathed out. You were so out of it when you fell ill you that all you saw were his eyes. You didn’t even take a good look at your hybrid you had forgotten what he looked like. Or perhaps you were having some memory loss. 

His head shot up so quickly that his ears got squashed against your hands that couldn’t retract fast enough. Seokjin was just watching this whole scene with that stupid smile on his face. 

“What?”

Jin shook his head, turning back to the stew. “I told you she’ll remember you. It’s not like she has never seen you in human form before.” Jin continuously stirred the stew and pointed to the chopping board. “Faster, get those chopped or the soup is going to burn.”

Jin left the ladle in a bowl half filled with water and went over to you, hands immediately touching your forehead. “You seem fine. You can pop the panadol down, it’ll do you some good in relieving the headaches.” He pointedly looked down at you. “Not too many.”

You nodded. 

As you watch the boys in the kitchen move about fluidly, the doctors in your living room catch your attention. “Why are Yoongi’s doctors here?”

“I called them over once I couldn’t handle you anymore.” Jin turned around. “Exactly what have you been doing other than working recently? This round is one of your worst.” 

You shrugged. “I just worked and went home, slept, ate, watched shows, do some hobbies. About there. I’m not too sure how I got so sick either.”

“No symptoms?”

You shook your head. “Too surprising. I had no idea.”

Jin turned back to the stove, putting the freshly cut mushrooms into the stew. “Y/N, go get some bowls. Yoongi, go wake the gang. Lunch’s ready.”

You gave Yoongi’s ears a scratch as he passed you and he nearly collapsed right there and then. He refused any ears scratched or pats from anybody during the time you were sick. Hybrids need the physical connection as well and they didn’t want him over-stressing and not having a way to rest. Even the two hybrids in the house gave him a choice to let them do it but he refused. It felt so good that a loud purr broke through that soon turned into a whine when your hands left his hair. 

You giggled, walking away to grab what Seokjin needed. 

“Please wash your hands after that. Don’t contaminate my food! Hair lice, you never know! I worked hard for it, you know?”

Lunch was served and the three sleepyheads trudged into the dining room. “Why, hello. Finally woke up?” 

Hobi was the first to see you, immediately bolting over to your seat and engulfing you in a bone-crushing hug. You tapped his shoulder, warning him that you were going to die from the lack of oxygen if he didn’t let you up soon. 

“Y/N! I didn’t hear you come out?” The sudden weight on Hobi had him confused. 

“Nope, you were too deep asleep.” You snickered. “Legs in the air and everything.” 

He scratched his bed hair and sheepishly answered, “Oops. Hehe.”

The Parks walked in, hair tangled and clothes dishevelled. “Good to see you’re awake, Ms. Y/N. It was hell the past few days.”

“You had better owe us some coffee.” Dr Ji-hyun yawned. 

“For sure. There is a coffee machine in the house for a reason. Feel free to finish my beans.” You offered. “Although, I do have another guest room. Why did you not rest there?”

“Oh, we did. But it was easier access from the living room if anything happened.” It seems like Dr Park was too out of it and Dr Ji-Hyun was answering all the questions. 

“Is…” You started. “Is Dr. Park okay?” You owe them more than coffee. If Jin was to be trusted and this is one of the worst fevers, then it would have been more than hell for the doctors. At a young age, your fevers have never done the doctors in the hospitals any good - always giving them a heart attack whenever your fever spikes. 

Dr Ji-Hyun waved a hand. “Ah, he’s fine. Just came back a few hours ago after being called in for an emergency patient. He’s good, just tired.” 

“I’m sorry.” You hung your head. You didn’t call in anybody else as you knew your brother was capable of handling your fevers. But if even he couldn’t handle it…

“Don’t be.” Dr Park answered. “It’s every doctor’s responsibility.” He smiled, eyes turning into crescent moons. “And, no need to be so formal. Just call me Jimin and my wife Hyun.” 

Oh… They’re married? 

“Oh. You’re married.” If you weren’t already so embarrassed, your mouth would have hung to the floor from the revealing truth. 

“Yeah. Most of our clients don’t know. We don’t have a habit of putting it out there.” Jimin laughed. 

Seokjin came in shouting “EXCUSE ME! HOT MAN COMING THROUGH!” before putting the pot of stew on the table, effectively ruining the mood. 

“Hot man?” You blanched. “Steaming stew, yes. Hot man? No.”

Jin looked at you offended. “Hey! I’m your oppa, have some manners!”

You rolled your eyes.

Lunch was more than eventful. 

You were kept up to date on what happened when you were halfway gone in your own world. From Hoseok telling you about Yoongi, to Yoongi retelling his story, and how they all link together. The conversation then gravitated towards exactly how out of it you were the past few days. Vomiting on Jin right after his bath, flirting with Yoongi till the cat was beet-red, and nearly yanking Jimin’s head off when he attempted to wipe you down.

It was your turn to be beet-red. Your cheeks flamed with embarrassment as you ducked your heads in your hands. Everybody was laughing their asses off - literally, after having Jimin fall off the chair with the force of his laughter, making everyone laugh even harder. 

“I’m sorry… Gods, this is so embarrassing!” The group burst out laughing again. Glad that they find your misery funny. Even Yoongi was sporting a smile of his own. 

The doorbell rang and the six of you turned your heads towards the door. It rang again. You got up from your seat and opened the door, revealing a dishevelled Lillianne standing there with bags and bags of groceries. Lils pushed past you and placed the grocery bags on the kitchen counter as you shut the door and walked in. 

“Wanna tell me what’s up?”

Your best friend gave you a one-over before tackling you in a big bear hug. She is called a bear for a reason. Hugging is her sport. 

“Seokjin won’t let me visit you until you have gotten out of bed.” She moaned her complaints to you. 

“Yah, you are another problem I refuse to take care of! Obviously, I won’t let you in!” Seokjin yelled back. 

“I don’t need you to let me in! I know the passcode, I can let myself in, thank you!” Lils rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at him. 

This just made Seokjin competitive and the both of them started a catfight on who can let themselves into your house. 

You left the bickering two in the dining room and headed back to the kitchen to see Yoongi dissecting the bags that Lils had brought over. “Let’s just put the things in the fridge and then return to lunch.”

Yoongi shook his head. “You can go. I’ll pack them up.”

You frowned. “I’ll pack with you then.”

Just as your hand reached to unpack the first bag, Yoongi’s hand shot out to stop you, holding your wrist in a tight hold. You were shocked at the speed and strength that was getting tighter and tighter - a warning. It wasn’t until you winced that Yoongi immediately let go, eyes filled with fear. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Yoongi fell down to his knees. “I’m sorry - I didn’t mean to, I swear! I’m sorry!” Tears were welling up in his eyes, head bowed, and neck open as a sign of submission. Your cat was in hysterics while you were in shock. 

You didn’t know what best to do in this situation other than to kneel down - which did not help his panic - and wrap your arms around him. “Yoongi, Yoongi. It’s okay. I’m not gonna scold you, it’s fine. Nothing hurts.” Your cat just cried even harder - really just wailing at this point. You sighed. “Yoongi, don’t cry. It’s fine. I’m okay.” You jutted your hands out. “See? I’m okay.”

Yoongi took your wrist in his hands, gentle as if you were made of glass, and licked the reddening part. You squealed, shocking him and he shuffled back even further. 

“Yoongi-” The group came out, wondering what the commotion was. 

“Oh, dear,” Jimin said. “Ah… Let’s all, go for a walk in the park. I’m craving some desserts. Let’s go buy some.” 

“I got flour.” Lils didn’t get the hint. 

Seokjin yanked her along. “Let’s go, Lils. The two need to handle this themselves.”

“Oh. Oh… Yeah, yeah. We’ll be back! With cakes and macaroons in tow!” She screamed from the main door. 

It was only after you heard your door close did you slowly slid your way to Yoongi, who was curled up into a ball in the corner of your cabinets. His tail was slid around his waist and tucked in, ears flattened down onto his hair, and sobs wreaking his body. 

You cautiously brought your hand to his shoulder, slowly moving up to caress his hair and finally moving to his ears. Yoongi did not move or stop you, with no signs of tensing. You took this as a sign to continue. Slowly in circular motions, you rubbed the base of his ears, moving to the tip and coming back down, paying attention to the little knots and groans that come out of him. 

Yoongi’s sniffles subsided as he leaned his body weight into you against the cabinet, pushing his head into your hands. “More?” You giggled. 

“Please…” Yoongi groaned. 

Surrendering to his demand, you continued. Only when Yoongi was about to fall asleep on your stomach, did you stop. Yoongi whined. “Whyyy?”

As much as he was adorable and you just wanted to keep going, this wasn’t the point of why you started. “Yoongi, we gotta talk about what happened.”

Yoongi stiffened against your stomach, head curling into himself. “Don’t wanna.”

You sighed. “Yoongi, I will never understand what you’ve gone through, lest how you feel. So I won’t tell you what you should do and what you shouldn’t do. However, I will tell you that - no, I promise you that you are safe with me. I will do whatever I can, within my power, to make you feel safe. Feel safe, Yoongi. That’s home.”

The air was still for the next few moments until Yoongi moved and looked up at you from his position. “Home?” He asked, big brown chocolatey eyes sparkling with wonders. His ears twitched in anticipation. 

You nodded. “There is a home here, shall you wish to stay.” You smiled at him. 

Yoongi shot up, grabbing you into a tight hug, tail snaking over to grip your waist. He buried his head in your neck, sniffing you away. 

“Yeah… Home sounds nice.” You could feel your shirt getting wetter beneath his face. But this time, you cried with him. 

Yes, home sounds nice. 

[bow-of-aros]

Playing with Fire

Charles is a little gremlin with golden retriever energy and you can pry that out of my cold dead hands.

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“Come any closer and I will end you.”

The severity of that statement was acutely undermined by the wobbly grin forcing its way across Edwin’s face and the fact that he was effectively hiding behind his desk.

The reason for that stood across from him.

Charles had been in something of a mood all day. He was restless and twitchy and there wasn’t anything to do that scratched the persistant itch in the back of his mind. When he’d tried to open a book, his eyes glazed over as he reread the same paragraph five times without absorbing any of it. He’d quickly grown bored of walking the streets outsideand the few different board games he’d tried couldn’t hold his attention for long.

And Edwin was ignoring him.

Okay, well, not exactly ignoring. But it was close enough!

After those first few attempts at board games, Edwin had told Charles that he could occupy himself as he had work to do. And he’d done exactly that, leaving Charles to his own, clearly ineffective, devices.

He’d been in and out of the office several times at this point, so Edwin didn’t even lift his head as Charles phased through the door and collapsed onto the couch. He flipped over so that his legs were up against the wall and his head was hanging off the seat, watching whatever task that Edwin thought was sooooooo important.

He was reorganizing the bookshelf. Again.

This happens about once a week, and it always follows the same pattern: Edwin decides that the current arrangement of novels and spellbooks and whatnot isn’t efficient enough, so he changes it. Sometimes he changes it by author, sometimes by topic, one memorable time he organized them by colour after Charles spent too long pulling out red books when looking for a green one.

These new arrangements last maybe an hour, sometimes a little more if Edwin is particularly diligent about not looking at the bookshelf, before he puts everything back exactly how it was.

Charles couldn’t think of a less productive, and more boring way for Edwin to spend his time.

It was a good thing that Edwin had his back to Charles, because then he couldn’t see the mischevious gring that slid into place as he silently righted himself on the couch and got to his feet.

At least, Charles though that it was a good thing. Someone needed to help Edwin loosen up and relax because he definitely wasn’t going to do it himself.

Edwin might disagree.

As Charles drew closer, he could hear Edwin mumbling to himself, trying to decide whether Mary Westmacott should go under W, for obvious reasons, or under C as it was a pseudonym for Agatha Christie.

Charles waited until he’d decided on C, just as he knew he would, and raised his arms to begin shelving them.

Immediately, Charles goosed his friend’s side, causing him to drop the book with a loud THUD and whirl around to face him. Whatever reprimand Edwin had been preparing died on the tip of his tongue as he caught sight of the look on Charles’ face. He was grinning brightly, eyebrows slightly raised and eyes dancing with a devious light.

Edwin knew that look. That look always meant nothing but trouble for him.

So, he did what any self-respecting detective would have done in the face of their restless best friend aching for some mischief, and ran.

It was by some sort of unspoken agreement that he didn’t try and leave the office. He figured that Charles needed to burn off some energy, and this would be the best way to do it.

Also, it was a little thrilling to be chased just for the fun of it. There would be no doll-spider ripping him limbs apart if he was caught, just the soft smile and warm hands of the person he trusted most in this world.

While Edwin was faster by half, there wasn’t exactly much room in the office, which is how he found himself in his current predicament: Trapped between the desk and the wall, Charles blocking his only escape unless he felt like phasing through a wall and falling a few stories.

Which he didn’t, just to be clear.

Charles laughed at his threat, nearling bouncing in his excitement, “End me? Don’t know if you noticed mate, but we’re ghosts. There’s not much left to end.”

He faked a lunge to one side, laughing again when Edwin jolted in the other direction, “You know what I- ah,” he stutters when Charles raises his hands to wiggle his fingers teasingly, “What I mean,” he finishes lamely.

“Oh yeah?” Edwin feels as though his heart may burst at the sheer delight on Charles’ face right now, “And what do you mean?”

His smile is bordering on dangerous, so Edwin knows that he only has one final shot at this, “What I mean is that you are playing with fire and I am going to make you thoroughly regret this.”

The brief flash of nervousness that flickers across Charles’ expression is quickly replaced by a determined grin and Edwin know’s that he’s done for.

“Well then,” Charles says, “Suppose I should make the most of this then, shouldn’t I?”

And then he lunges through the desk, sending Edwin toppling back with an unbecoming shriek.

Charles catches him by the wrist and spins him around so that his back is pulled flush against Charles’ chest. He wastes no time in kneading into Edwin’s sides, and amidst his cackling he can’t help but think that now at least he has something else to blame his red face on.

Edwin folds over helplessly at the waist, his knees buckling in their attempts to fold up and protect him. Except, he doesn’t fall down like he expected.

Instead, Charles holds him up, he somehow manages to lift what is nearly Edwin’s complete weight, while still reducing him to an incoherent mess.

“Unfair! This is unfahahahair! Charles!” He knows that he’s a ghost, but Edwin feels as though he may die if Charles doesn’t move right the hell now.

Charles seems to take the hint, although he’s not quite sure if that’s a good thing, as he says, “Oh, really? You think that’s unfair? Well how about this!”

His hands still, which is a relief, but it is quickly followed by lips attaching to his neck and blowing what may be the most unbearable raspberry Edwin’s ever felt in both life and death. He doesn’t scream, but it’s a near thing as he falls back into frantic laughter.

Charles repeats that a few more times before gently lowering him to the floor, allowing him to suck in greedy breaths of air that he really doesn’t need.

When he looks up, the look on Charles’ face is so fond and so happy that Edwin almost feels bad for what he’s about to do.

Almost.

He draws himself up, dusts off his shoulders, and says, “You have five seconds to run.”

Edwin will hold the look of gleeful terror he saw before Charles bolted very close to his heart for years to come.

But, for now, there’s energy to be burned, and revenge to be had.

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You can find the continuation to this fic here!

[cheesysoup-arlo]

Cady’s Cousin (pt.4)

(pt. 1)/(pt. 2)/(pt. 3)

A/N: im sorry for the delay on an update low key lost the motivation for this but I regained motivation so here you go

“Hey guys what is up? What’s the hot goss of the first day of school?” A woman who you are assuming is Regina’s mom says as you all entered the house “hey mom, not much happened today but we were planning on using the pool while the sun’s still out and warm” Regina replied “ooo totally fun I’ll get you guys some snacks and drinks” “thanks mom we’re gonna go upstairs and change” you all went upstairs to the large guest room were Regina kept extra clothes and swimsuits for the group which you thought was really cool. “Ok boys you can change in here or the bathroom and us girls will go in my room” Regina said as everyone grabbed their swimsuits “I think I’ll change in her with the boys since there’s a lot of us” Janis says heading over with Aaron and Damien “are you sure?” Cady asked “yeah so we can be ready faster” Janis says with a half convincing smile, in reality she’s just not ready to change near you, it’s taken her a lot of time to build her confidence to feel comfortable enough to change in front of Regina and the other three girls with their “perfect” bodies as Janis likes to describe them. “Hmm ok if that’s what you want” Cady says not convinced “yep” Janis says heading to the other room. “Here y/n you can try these on and whatever fits or you’re more comfortable with you can wear” Regina says handing you a few bathing suits “thank you” you say with a smile “um you can go change in the bathroom if that’s more comfortable for you” Regina says pointing to the closed door behind you “oh yeah totally” you say and go in the bathroom to get changed. everyone gets done changing and the boys plus Janis are waiting in the kitchen for the rest of you. “Ok pool time” Regina says as she walks towards the sliding glass door that leads to the pool “sunscreen” Cady says handing you two different ones (the spray kind and the lotion kind) you take the one you like “thanks cads” you start putting sunscreen on but can’t really get your back, Cady’s busy helping Regina so you decided “hey Janis could you help me out?” “Oh um yeah sure, just your back?” She asks walking up behind you “yeah thank you so much you’re a life saver” you say with a small laugh as she helps put sunscreen on your back. With your back to her you miss the redness that’s starting to form on her cheeks, she’s blushing. “Omg Regina look” Gretchen whispers to Regina pointing at you and Janis “aw they’re adorable” the boys and Janis decide to have a squirt gun fight “if I get sprayed y’all are going home” Regina says half joking, you laugh a little sitting at the edge of the pool with your feet in the water. You’re just chilling when you see Aaron pointing his gun at you giggling a little “AARON DONT YOU DARE” you say trying to block your face “don’t worry I’ll save you you hear someone say causing you to move you hands from your face to see Janis absolutely soaking Aaron. Janis walks over to you and you stand up “my hero, how can I ever repay you?” You say draping your arms on her shoulders “a date, perhaps?” Janis says blushing a little “oh a date?” You say with a smile, blushing “you can say no…” Janis says looking down at the ground “how could I say no to you, I’d love a date just give me details” you say with a wink, walking away from her to grab a snack. Janis watches you walk away, she won’t admit it but she was definitely staring at you, admiring every inch of you thinking about how beautiful you are. About an hour later everyone has had enough pool time “movie night? I know we have school so if you can’t I understand but you know my mom is always ok with sleepovers” the group agrees that it would be fun. Everyone showers while Regina’s mom orders pizza and gets a couple snack trays together. Everyone gathers in the living room. Regina, Cady, Gretchen, and Karen on the big couch that folds out like a bed, the boys on the smaller couch that does the same, and you and Janis are sitting next to each other on the air mattress and are sharing a blanket.

“So what movie are we watching?” Damian asks looking a Regina since she has the remote “can we wat-“ Cady goes to speak “if you suggest the lion king again I swear to god Cady, love you to death but please we’ve seen that so many times” Aaron says, Cady crosses her arms and lays on Regina visibly grumpy “it’s ok princess I’ll watch it with you soon, don’t be grumpy” Regina whispers to Cady giving her a kiss on the forehead “ooo what about that one movie with the blonde girl who’s like really smart and goes to that one smart people school?” Karen says “OH MY GOODNESS LEGALLY BLONDE?” Damian says sitting up, excited “yeah that one” Karen says with a smile “wait we watched that last movie night” Gretchen says with a slight head tilt “ok hear me out, Lilo and Stich?” You say “yesss please I love that movie” Janis looked up at Regina “ok who want to watch Lilo and Stich? Raise your hand” Regina asks, you and Janis immediately put your hands up, Karen and Cady also put their hands up “you know what yeah let’s watch it” Aaron says also putting his hand up “ok so Lilo and Stich it is” Regina says with a small laugh and puts on the movie “yay you say eating a slice of pizza and without thinking you start leaning on Janis, she doesn’t mind she thinks it’s cute and keeps eating her food while watching the movie. Regina secretly takes a picture of the two of you. As the movie continues you start feeling sleepy, Janis wraps her arm around you and plays with your hair as you slowly doze off “awww” Damian says looking at the two of you “shhh, D she’s sleeping” Janis says giving him a slight glare. Cady is asleep and so are Gretchen and Karen. There’s still about 15 minutes left of the movie and Janis is starting to doze off. You wrap your arms around Janis more in your sleep, you’re both lying on the floor. Regina is the last one awake and decides to take another picture and smiles at how adorable the two of you look before she decides to try sleeping too.

A/N(pt.2): should I continue the series?

[cherry-blxssxm-chaos]

First Meeting; A Cyborg Meets His Mechanic

It was the middle of the night. And Milena had just been woken up by something crashing around in her shop. She wanted to ignore it, she wanted to blame it on the trossooms that wandered this planet at night and crawled their way in often, but left her tools and materials alone. But they left her tools alone, and she very much just heard one of the drawers to her tool cart open and someone start rummaging through it.

With an angry sigh, she slid the blankets off herself and slid off her bed. Her eyes glanced over to the bedside, but she decided against such high firepower. This was just one intruder, after all. She glanced in a mirror, checking that her disguise was up, nodding at the reflection that had brown hair and no fox ears.

Quietly, without slippers, she made her quick way to the shop area, picking up one of her longer socket wrenches to use as a weapon along the way. The sound of someone rifling through her tools got continuously louder, pausing every few seconds. Were they looking for something specific? She approached the doorway and peeked inside.

Whoever was going through her stuff, they were clearly a cyborg, there was no mistaking the panels on their back she could see past a red, tasseled cape and long silvery hair. She remained silent as she stepped further in, noting that the arms were also mechanical, and they were wearing... a cowboy hat? What the hell kind of intruder was this? Her feet inched closer, her eyes watching their actions. They kept picking up screwdrivers and seemingly trying to match them to screws on one of their arms. So that's why they were here.

Milena finally approached, pressing the socket wrench against the intruder's back, "Listen, it's the middle of the night. And I better not have to reorganize those in the morning," she deadpanned the words, "And you better explain what you're doing going through my shit at this hour."

The intruder jumped, but turned around with their arms up. It was a cowboy with black bangs over his right eye, a metal torso, and the shortest jacket she had ever seen, "Just hold your horses, sugar. I ain't here to cause trouble for anyone, I'm just in need of a tune up, alright? A li'l screw tightenin'."

She glared him down. He had a gun at his right hip, but hadn't pulled it. His left arm looked to be in the middle of being modified, as did parts of legs. Alright, so he'd probably just heard about her shop and hoped he'd catch it open. And, when he hadn't, had decided it would be faster to ask forgiveness for borrowing a tool than waiting around for her to wake up.

Milena sighed, dropped the wrench and went to her desk to find a hair tie, and turn on a light, before pointing at the table in the center of her shop. The cowboy blinked in confusion after she told him, "Get on the table."

Boothill blinked. He kept staring at the woman as she looked at him expectantly. He finally found his voice, "Sorry, uh-"

"Get. On. The. Table," she repeated, jabbing her bare arm at the large metal slab.

"I ain't... gonna be picked apart... am I?" he dropped the screwdriver he'd been holding back in the drawer and slowly made his way over. When he was half on the table, she shoved him down with a surprising show of strength, "Wha- Hey! Easy, will ya?!"

"Lay down and point out what screws need to be tightened, alright? I'm not in the business of leaving someone to fall to pieces," her eyes were tired, but attentive. She picked up his left arm, looking it over before he jerked it back, "Relax. I need to know what type of screws are holding you together."

He watched her study his arm, then walk back to the drawer and reorganize as she found the screwdriver she needed. Was... Was she serious? He watched her go through her tools, slightly mesmerized by the purple ombre at the ends of her dark brown hair. Was she just gonna fix him up like he hadn't broken in? "Listen, ma'am, I'm awful sorry about this, I just-"

"I don't need a sob story," she turned back around with two different drivers in hand and looked him over, "Just tell me which ones need tightening so I can send you on your way in working order and go back to sleep, okay?"

"But I-"

"Nope," she waved her hand and shook her head, "I'm not in the business of punishing people who are either down on their luck or ran into an emergency. Now tell me or you'll be here for hours while I go through all of them."

"Alright..." Boothill lifted his left wrist up first, "These are the worst of 'em."

Her hands went to work, the screwdriver turning quickly and setting the screw back in place, "And if you come back again, even if it's the dead of night, will you just knock or use the doorbell?"

"... sure..." He watched her go through the first several screws and then pointed held up his right arm to point at his elbow. She moved to the other side of the table and got to work again, "Can I... Can I ask your name?"

"Milena."

"Well, ma'am, it's nice t' meetcha. I'm Boothill."

Despite the tiredness he could see on her face, he saw a smile play at her lips, "Well, Boothill. I hope I can leave you in better shape than you came in."

He had a feeling he'd be back here one way or another now.

[romanceisdeadbutimnot]

I guess I maybe had a couple expectations

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(Gojo Satoru x Reader) modern! college! au

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Cursing

Summary:

When a spring dance is announced for campus everyone collectively agrees that Gojo will be crowned King of the Night. So why are rumors going around that you’ll be queen? And why is everyone convinced that you and Gojo are going together?

In which Gojo ropes you into being his fake dance date without your permission, and then promptly falls in love

Link to ao3 pt1

2- I thought I’d get to them

In the following week, you couldn’t seem to rid yourself of the overgrown cat named Gojo. He plopped his notebook next to you in your 9:15 taking that seat. He excitedly called you over to his table, when you entered the cafeteria. As nearly the whole school turned to look at you, you meekly took the spot between him and Nanami. He found your studying in the library, and took the seat across from you, only to stretch his long legs to rest in your laps. Legs you promptly shoved off, causing him to pout the rest of the hour. The harder you tried to avoid him, the faster he seemed to appear.

Soon the rumor mill started turning. Those who refused to believe that Gojo was actually taking you to the dance had no choice but to accept that atleast one of the stories was true. Then the rumors you were dating began. They were only egged on when Gojo stole your coat from your chair, forcing you to wear his own, which he conviently left, or freeze. You half had in mind to get hypothermia, but after one gust of wind, you promptly went back into the classroom to grab the heavy long wool coat. It smelled heavily of his cologne and was warm enough that your cheeks remained red the rest of the day.

“So are you and Gojo dating?” Anne asks.

“No,” You flatly respond.

“Really?” Aliyah asks, giving you a pointed look. “You say he isn’t taking you to the dance, but everyone saw him carry you across campus, and you say you aren’t dating even though he’s following you around campus like a lost puppy and you’re wearing his coat.”

You look at the offending garment as if it’s betrayed you. Of course it had. It was Gojo’s.

“Well, I’m not. He’s just being annoying,” you tell her pointedly.

“You’d tell us if you were dating him. Right?” Anne asks and you nod. Of course you would, but you’d never date Gojo -not really atleast. You were his current fleeting obsession, and you were hellbent on not giving him the satisfaction of caving in. No matter how tempting it was.

That Friday as you were studying for an upcoming exam when someone knocked on the door to your room.

“Coming,” you yell, setting your notes onto the bed beside you and walking toward the door. To your surprise (although given his attitude recently you shouldn’t be surprised) it was Gojo who was leaning over your door.

“Hey baby,” he grins widely, barging through your door with little regard toward your protests.

“Don’t hey baby me Gojo.” You snip back at him, eyeing the rather large bag he was holding in his hand, and the very expensive looking suit he was wearing.

“What?!” He looks at you in mock pain. “You are my date for tonight after all, and I tried so hard to pick out a dress you’d like.” He drops the bag in your hand. So that’s what was up his sleeve. You drop the bag onto the floor with little regard for the probably very expensive garment.

“I don’t recall ever accepting an invitation.” You roll your eyes, going back to your discarded notes.

“You invited yourself,” he shrugs, making himself at home on one of your chairs. With dawning horror you begin to remember what exactly he was talking about. The banquet. The banquet you said you were going to to save Gojo from looking so pathetic under his mothers unrelenting stare.

“No! No no no,” you turn to the madman wide eyed.

“Oh yes!” He grins, uncrossing his legs and standing. He scoops the bag from the floor, and pulls a gorgeous gold silk dress from the bag. He corners your with it, backing you into your bed.

“No, Gojo! You knew I was bluffing.” Your stomach drops to your chest.

“But my mom is just so thrilled to see you again!” You look between Gojo, the gold dress now in your trembling hands, and the gold pocket square he had placed in his sleek black suit. You take a deep breath. Then two. This was your mess, and once you got out of it you could say goodbye to Gojo, his stupid antics, and the way your heart fluttered everytime he appeared.

“Okay. Okay, fine. I’ll go with you, but this is the last thing! No other banquets or family gatherings or picnics.” You give him a stern look, trying to solidify your intentions, more for yourself than for him.

“This and the spring dance.” Gojo clarifies for you, giving you no space, no room to breathe.

“Again, you’re not serious about bringing me to the dance.” You search his eyes, the damned sunglasses making it more difficult than it should. You could barely make out the iris.

“Aren’t I?” He steps closer, close enough that he is pressing into you.

“No,” You say with confidence.

“Aren’t I?” He repeats himself, leaning forward, close enough that you could smell mint on his breath.

“No?” You sounded unsure. You were unsure. Your composure was breaking.

“Hmm?”

“Fine I’ll go!” Your composure breaks. You wince, almost expecting him to burst out laughing, finally revealing the elaborate prank to you. He doesn’t. Instead he backs up, turning away from your nerve wracked form.

“You better hurry and get ready, the banquet started 15 minutes ago,” He tells you, checking his watch.

“Oh my god.” Your heart rate spikes. “You better not turn around,” you yell to him, already pulling your shirt over your head.

“What was that?” He turns around, making complete eye contact with you, before his eyes wander down. You throw your shirt at his face, and he turns back around laughing. Breathing ragged and cheeks tinted pink you finish throwing the expensive gown over your head, not even questioning how he got the size perfectly. You run to your mirror, as fast as you can to check your makeup, or rather the remnants of the day. ‘Fuck it’ you murmur grabbing your whole makeup bag, wallet and keys, and headed toward the door. Gojo just whistles, taking his sweet time. You complain loudly about how late you already were. He ignores you, leisurely walking down the flights of stairs to the front lobby.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” He finally asks.

“What?” You turn to him, double checking your belongings. Phone, check. Wallet, check. Keys, check. Makeup bag, check. Dress, check. You look to Gojo in annoyance and confusion. He points down. You look down to your bare feet.

Your bare feet.

You forgot to slip on shoes.

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner!” You shove the items in your hands into Gojo’s preparing to run back up the stairs to your room. Gojo snickers, drawing the full attention of the other students lounging in the lobby. As if they weren’t staring and whispering before.

“I have heels for you in the car. Couldn’t have my girlfriend wearing scuffed Gucci. Got you new heels babe!” You couldn’t decide if you were thankful, or going to throttle him.

“Bring me to your fucking car.” You hiss, grabbing your phone back from him.

He does just that, more quiet than usual. You see why, when you reach his car, the whole backseat was filled with pristine bags and boxes. Sitting in the passenger side was an opened box, with a Hermes handbag sitting in the broad daylight. It doesn’t click to you right away that these are for you. In fact you gingerly, afraid to stain the leather with your peasant hands, place the bag back into its box, and carefully place it into the backseat before you sit down. Gojo has gotten into the driver's seat beside you. You vaguely see him watching you, from the corner of your vision, as you pray to all gods not to somehow ruin the expensive bag in front of you. It’s only when you turn to him, that you notice he’s taken his sunglasses completely off and his brilliant blue eyes are scanning your form with growing confusion.

“What?” Is all you can say, grabbing your items from his hands.

“Did you not like it?” He asks, in a stasis. You’re very aware that every moment you waste is another moment late for whatever banquet you signed yourself up for -and you just knew his mom would have something to say about it.

“What the bag? It’s lovely. I’m sure she’s a lucky girl. Now can you drive! We’re late,” You pull down the sun block, opening the mirror and pulling mascara from your bag. You begin applying the black liquid to your eyes, then when you realize Gojo hasn’t started the car you turn back to him expectantly. He just stares back at you, brilliant blue. Until your cheeks are so warm you have to cut the silence.

“Well?” You ask, hoping the blush on your cheeks isn’t as noticeable as it feels.

“It’s for you. All of it,” your gaze follows his own, as you take a second look into the backseat. It was full of Gucci, Hermes, Louis Vuitton, Versace and brands you didn’t recognize. The pit in the bottom of your stomach was starting to reform.

“Pardon?” You ask, not sure you didn’t just hallucinate what you had heard.

“It’s yours, I got it for you.” He says, as if it wasn’t a big deal. As if there wasn’t half a million dollars in designer wear sitting in his backseat.

“I…um… thank you? But Gojo, I can't possibly accept all of that.” Now you were sure the flames in your cheeks were noticeable. A part of you was screaming hell yes. But the other half was nervous, worried, and guilty. These things cost a fortune, and you weren’t quite sure you deserved them. Instead of answering you, he reaches into the back, grabbing a couple boxes, throwing them into your lap. Heels tumble from boxes and golden jewelry slips from bags as he tosses you items with little regard for thier worth. You weren’t sure if they really meant that little to him, or it was in effort to make them seem more appealing to you. Like you weren’t a huge divot in his family's bank account. Were you? You knew they were rich, but you weren’t sure you quite grasped how insanely rich that was before.

“Well, at least use these. You can’t look inexpensive for the banquet, that’d tarnish my image.” Gojo starts the car, placing the glasses back on his head.

You weren’t sure what it was, but the tension was somehow thicker than normal, and it wasn’t the sexual kind. Eventually he did convince you to don the gold jewelry, and put your keys and wallet into the Hermes bag, and wear the designer heels. He even convinced you to wear the expensive lipstick he bought, and placed it in your bag for you with a sly wink. ‘For touch ups’ he had said. Sure, by all means place the $300 lipstick in the bag, as if you hadn’t lost every tube of chapstick you’d ever owned. You were afraid of his backseat at this point. If this is what came out of three of the boxes and bags you were positive you couldn’t possibly accept any more of his donations. You’d never get over him if you did.

[starry-blue-echoes]

I had a fun idea to add even more angst/crack shenanigans to Joseph’s side of the Star Swap

So the Man In The Mirror fight :)

Now...... there’s admittedly not a whole lot Joseph’s going to be able to do differently in the fight itself. He’s still going to go to Pompeii, Fugo would still push him out of the way of the mirror, and he’s still not going to want to leave Fugo behind. There is of course the small issue of not being able to see Purple Haze, but that won’t change much in the grand scheme of things

However, the fun bit comes with the aftermath, specifically from when he would get infected with the Haze

To start things off, what if this is when Joseph reveals Hamon can heal injuries and disease. My personal head canon with how it works is that it essentially boost the immune system and gives more energy so the body’s repair systems works faster. HOWEVER, this is still Purple Haze’s haze, and unfortunately for Joseoh the healing wouldn’t be anywhere near as instantaneous as when Golden Experience fixed it. And given the nature of the haze virus, not only is it going to be slow to flush out but it’s also going to be immensely painful in the process

So just. Joseph ends up curled up in a ball trying to keep his breathing as deep and even as possible with bright golden electricity dancing across his whole body, the power being split between fixing the injuries caused by the virus and killing the virus itself. And for a bit of extra fun, maybe when Fugo gets Abbaccio Joseph ends up setting his progress back even further by sending a couple healing sparks to the man so his hand can reattach. He can’t even walk right now, Fugo and Abbaccio have to carry him back to the van and set him down in the back

And it’s...... honestly kinda painful to watch. They may have only met him a couple hours ago, but he did just save their lives so it feels not great to see his suffering drawn out like this. Plus, Joseph’s acting in a usual Joseph Manner and cracking jokes and making conversation between the almost desperate gasps for air, as if he’s not currently fighting for his life where just one breath too shallow would mean the end. It’s..... a tad unnerving how calm and flippant he is

At some point I can definitely see Abbaccio snapping at him for being an idiot and purposefully getting himself get sick like this. That risking his life to save theirs was stupid and he should've taken the key and ran instead of risk the mission. Then in retaliation, what if Joseph snarks back something like “Not letting anyone else die on my watch. And ‘sides, ‘m not gonna want to try this again. 0/10, would not recommend, currently 2nd on my list of things I never want put in my body again”

The dead people comment was a little concerning, but the later half of the comment gets Fugo’s attention because he’s very familiar with Purple Haze’s affects, and it’s only 2nd on Joseph’s list? What’s 1st then? And Joseph, in his sick, exhausted, and pretty delirious state, ends up elaborating but in the worst possible:

“Number 1 are poisonous wedding rings. Jerks shoved them through my chest and neck and I can’t get them out because they’re around my ar- aorta and windpipe. Didn’t want em and it hurt a lot, but they said it was to make it so I didn’t back out. ‘s not too bad though. Was able to save Caesar and Uncle Speedwagon”

Naturally, this is concerning as fuck for a multitude of reasons. First off, he specifically said wedding ring and that they were apparently to keep him trapped in some kind of “agreement,” possibly with the threat of harm toward family and/or friends. It’s not much of a logical leap to assume said agreement was marriage, and as far as they know Jojo is 15. There is..... no possible way to make what he just said not terrifying once the pieces connect

Second off, there’s the method which Joseph implied they were inserted, and they already know that Joseph can heal massive injuries and that he knows he can heal massive injuries, all without leaving a scar. That doesn’t give them high hopes for how the rings were put inside

And third off, the fact he refers to it in the present tense. Because after all, Joseph still isn’t sure if he does or doesn’t have the rings in this body right now. He doesn’t know if whatever brought him here gave him the rings alongside his Hamon abilities, so he wouldn’t refer to them in the past or having been removed. This is worrying because to Abbaccio and Fugo, this means it isn’t some past event that Joseph was able to get out of. This is something that’s still an active problem and threat to his life

So yeah. To say this freaks them out is an understatement

And just. What do you even say to this??? Maybe they ask a couple questions and get vague even more terrifying answers that sound very bad out of context (and I mean. it’s still not great but it sounds bad in a different way), but eventually Joseph gets enough of the haze out of his system and promptly decides to pass out, and Abbaccio and Fugo are left sitting in silence over what they just learned

[fandomsnfluff]

gameboy

summary: in which richie is a boomer and i wanted to write a little something after like a million years so have this short shitty fic that i only spent like an hour on lmfao genre: fluff warnings: mentions of weed & smoking read on ao3

“Hey, babe, have you seen my Gameboy?”

Richie had been scratching his head for a good twenty minutes, going through every nook and cranny and dirty pair of pants strewn across the floor of the bedroom as he searched for his gaming console. Even though Richie knew he was probably the messiest man in the world, it still felt like a complete mystery to him how such a familiar piece of equipment could go missing so easily.

“No,” came the yelled reply from the living room. It only made Richie feel only more quizzical. Where the hell could it be? He didn’t leave it in the other apartment, did he? Or God forbid he lost it during the chaos of the move.

“You sure?” he asked as he walked across the bedroom to stand at the doorway, immediately noticing the way Eddie shot to his feet from the couch, his hand flying to his right pocket as if he were hiding something.

It didn’t take very long for Richie to put the pieces together. “...You took it, didn’t you?”

Eddie’s only response was a brisk shake of his head. “No.”

Richie wasn’t fooled, managing to catch the way Eddie’s eyes darted to the left before he responded. He sighed. “Show me your fucking hands, Eddie.”

“Why would you wanna see my hands?”

Richie’s expression was deadpan, his lips pursing briefly before he suddenly sprinted in Eddie’s direction. But it seemed as though Eddie was ready for him with the way he darted out of Richie’s way, dashing to the other end of the living room toward the kitchen. He had always been more agile and a faster runner than Richie, but Richie had to wonder how his stamina would hold up against the weed hangover he must be experiencing. He was surprised at how much Eddie smoked last night; he had always been careful with his drug intake, never able to surpass the amount Richie had been able to smoke before. He guessed the other was just feeling a bit daring, but he wouldn’t complain. Especially if it meant Richie could regain the upper hand, dashing after Eddie until the two of them made nearly two whole laps around the floor.

They were two grown men chasing each other around the apartment like a couple of little kids.

But Richie didn’t care. All he wanted was to get his hands on Eddie, to do whatever he could to get his Gameboy back. And the opportunity presented itself when he managed to trap the other in the corner of the bedroom, taking complete advantage of their size difference by wrapping his arms around the smaller man’s shoulders, practically pushing him onto the mattress. Eddie struggled for a moment, a string of expletives falling from his lips as he attempted to dislodge himself from Richie’s grip. But Richie wasn’t having any of it.

“Last chance, motherfucker.”

“Come on, I gotta finish this level!”

“That’s my level! So I’m gonna be the one to finish it!”

“Well, too bad, bitch.”

Okay, that was the final straw. In what felt like one swift move, Richie’s whole weight was practically dropped onto Eddie’s lower half, completely pinning him to the bed before he gingerly brushed up against his side, wiggling fingers pushing his shirt up by the hem.

The reaction was instantaneous, Eddie’s eyes widening momentarily before giving a shriek of laughter, the Gameboy dropped and forgotten as he began to struggle in Richie’s grip. “GAH! Fucker! Nonononono please–” he attempted to beg breathlessly, kicking and squirming against Richie, before the bespectacled man began to spider against his ribs and dig into his underarm, breaking Eddie off and causing him to kick out with a gasp of breathless laughter.

“Oh, what’s this? Did I find your weak spot?” Richie couldn’t help himself from teasing Eddie, the Gameboy completely forgotten at this point. He quickly discovered that tickling Eddie was much more entertaining than playing the game anyway. He pinched the skin between the smaller man’s upper ribs and armpit, and Eddie just about screamed, straining against Richie’s arm as he kicked and writhed. Richie swore the corners of his mouth reached the tips of his ears as he watched the other’s face growing redder and redder by the second, the tears gathering in the corners of his eyes, the dimples in his cheeks almost becoming permanent with the more insistent he became. As if his heart hadn’t already swelled to fill his entire chest.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?” Eddie shrieked, attempting to roll over onto his stomach as his whole body heaved with breathless and helpless laughter. Anything to get away from Richie’s insistent death grip.

“What’s wrong is I wanted to play my Gameboy but you stole it from me!” Richie shot back, shifting his weight to his knees to allow the other to continue squirming against him. He definitely wasn’t planning on using this position for something else, definitely not.

Until he reached behind him to gently scratch at the backs of Eddie’s knees.

Richie could feel Eddie’s regret for his decision to wear shorts as if it were his own, apparent in every move he made as another scream of laughter bounced off the walls of the room. Eddie flopped like a fish out of water, his legs kicking against the mattress so frantically that Richie could feel it bucking up and down underneath him. “FUCK! No, NO!” he screamed.

“No what? You’re gonna have to be more specific than that!” Richie teased, his fingernails dragging insistently against delicate skin as he leaned over to whisper teasingly into Eddie’s ear. Eddie’s only response was a noise somewhere between a frustrated groan and a wheezing laugh, more frantic kicks given to the mattress underneath them both.

“Don’t fucking tickle me, bitch!”

“You know how to stop this, you just gotta give me my Gameboy back,” Richie responded, his tone bright with amusement. Perhaps he was enjoying this too much, having this kind of power over Eddie. It was surprising that his sensitivity stuck around for this long; why not have a bit more fun with it? “Or, I could just keep tickling you, because I’m in the advantageous position right now, and it’s fun as shit!”

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!” Eddie shouted through his giggles, beginning to squirm more insistently when Richie slid his fingers under the hem of his shirt. He began to lightly knead the skin, not quite tickling him yet, an obvious smirk spreading across his features.

“Oh, I dare, Eds.”

With that, Richie’s fingers were active again, gently yet insistently scribbling away at the skin right in the crooks of Eddie’s sides above his hips. The gesture used to make him lose his mind when they were kids, and it seemed as though the effects were still the same. Muffled screams of laughter were given against the pillow, and Eddie began to buck and squirm and kick for dear life, unable to dislodge Richie’s weight no matter what he did. “FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK OKAY OKAY STOP STOP STOP I’LL GIVE IT BACK!”

“See, that wasn’t so hard, now, was it? Now I can–” Richie’s sentence was abruptly cut off at the sound of plastic and metal hitting the wood floor. He could feel his heart sinking to his toes at the noise that reminded him of glass shattering on pavement, and one glance over the side of the bed was enough to confirm his suspicion.

“FUCK!”

[ink-dreams-ffxiv]

Prompt 14: Telling

(( CW: PTSD / War / Implied Torture / Death ))

It was telling to Rehna, just how removed the people she had met in Tural so far, especially here in Tuliyollal, where the Dawn Servant held the most sway, his deeds at bringing the nation together were still a living legend. But that the discussion of war was so casual, that a table of Elders and their Grandsons could argue for or against it at a café was a difficult pill for her to swallow. All of her life had been under the Imperial Rule of Doma and Othard, and her memories of the time just after Doma and Ala Mhigo were freed.

“Go we can…” Raisha said softly, having been watching Rehna move the rice, beans and salad around her bowl without eating any, ears turned to the conversation she was trying not to listen to and failing. It was just…

The battle field stretched around them as far as her eye could see. She was caked in black mud, turned so by ash, old blood and other things. They had been at it for hours, moving through the bodies, aiding those who could be saved, and bringing mercy to those they couldn’t. It had been a harsh lesson for Rehna. She would wipe her healer’s crook as clean as she could, taking care to not let it’s end touch the mud and much when they had first set out, she glanced at it now, as covered as she was, her bag of bandages and medical supplies almost empty. She couldn’t count how many times a new one had been brought to her when she called.

“Go we can Rehna”, the red haired Miqo’te looked to her companion. Read the worry in her aged eyes. She never had asked Raisha just how old she was, it wasn't something she ever felt comfortable asking one of the Viera. She looked around, spotted another pair, one standing guard, while the other tended to a wounded soldier. She turned the other direction only to see the same scene. Looking back, she watched as a broken soldier was lifted onto a litter, the waiting chocobo drawn floating carriage already had a couple of others lying in the back.

“I can’t…I can’t walk away now Raisha,” she pointed ahead, “we said we would work to there,” the fallen corpse of a Magi-tek gunship was their goal. There was still a lot of battle field, still a lot of corpses to sift through to find the living. The Rava’s face pinched, eyeing her solemnly, then nodded, her hand came up to clasp Rehna’s shoulder, giving her strength of courage.

They were half way to their goal when they came across the crater. Whether it had been made my magic, or Magi-tek, the young woman couldn’t be sure. When they looked down inside, she saw the telltale signs of Alliance Soldiers that had used it to hunker down, only to be riddled by Garlean bullets. She had come to recognize those wounds all too well by then. She looked around, spotting the wreckage of a Magi-tek machine, it’s multi gun still pointing in the direction of the crater. “Rehna!” she was drawn to the urgency in Raisha’s voice, the hand on her arm, the Viera’s other hand pointing into the crater. Movement caught her eye. At first she thought it was a man moving his head in pain, but when she went to step into the crater, to offer him aid, he shook his head faster, eyes wide, muffled sounds came from him, causing her to frown. There was a bandana around his lower face; his body was mostly covered by the dead around him. She couldn’t see his legs, or his arms. She started to take another step, but Raisha pulled her back, “Mine?” she heard her call. The man nodded, and Rehna wondered why Raisha was claiming her, to this man who was in need.

“Under you mine they lay?” her Mate called again, and it sank in. She was going to be sick. They had put a mine, an exploding device under him, “bound you are? Move you can’t?” asked Raisha, again the man nodded. Raisha took a breath, and nodded, closing her eyes. “we can’t save him can we?” she asked in a small voice. “We cannot” She too closed her eyes, she found her center, and when she opened them, the man looked at her with pleading eyes. She nodded, “I will bring you Mercy, and let you rest in peace.” Raisha repeated it, but in Eorzean, Rehna having spoken in her native island dialect instead. She could see when the words sank in, the man’s brow smoothed; he closed his own eyes, and then nodded slowly as well. She wasn’t entirely sure what it was he said, muffled by whatever was hidden by the bandana. But she thought it was a thank you.

“Sleep in Peace,” she offered, her spell taking him to slumber. She followed Raisha to the broken hulk of the war machine, they didn’t have much time, she wasn’t sure how long her spell would hold him, she recalled the words they had been given to yell in a case like this, she turned and used the voice she used to be heard over the waves back home: “FIRE IN THE HOLE!” “FIRE IN THE HOLE!” “FIRE IN THE HOLE!”

Neither one of them had been prepared for the explosion that shook the ground when their spells set off the mine. In her head, though, the world around her was fading to the words she had yelled, “fire in the hole…fire in the hole…fire in the hole”

“Drink!” a gruff, stern voice ordered her, and she did, the acrid burn of cheap mescal made her cough and gag, but she held it down. A scaly hand pushed hers down to the table, her eyes were still closed, fire in the hole still echoed in her ears, the man’s pleading eyes, turning to peace, knowing she was about to take his life. Drink she was ordered again, the drink still burned, but she didn’t choke or cough this time.

“Othard?” the voice asked, she nodded, but Raisha spoke up, “Ghimlyt Dark…”

“Nasty business that was,” Rehna opened her eyes, a Mamool Ja, in the harness of a mercenary sat across the table, a half empty bottle of mescal in one hand. Raisha was running her hand through Rehna’s hair, between her ears. She didn’t dare look around, she knew people were staring.

“Healer?” he asked, though, her crook resting against the table next to her answered his question, but Rehna shook her head,

“Maiden of Mercy” she replied. He eyed her, then eyed Raisha. He flipped over two of the spare glasses on the table, poured three more shots, lifted one, the pair lifted theirs,

“To never having to kill our friends ever again” he toasted.